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inklessletter · 10 months
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"Let's run away. Let me take you to the beach. Let me give you the summer as a birthday present. I swear, you won't ever forget it."
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Thank you so much for trusting the process with me again today.
I am honestly so proud of this piece. It took me a thousand hours omg, but... but the fabric, and the skin, and the tattoos, and... and his aura, god. I'm turning this shady, metalhead all time dressed in black, lover of the night and dark things sweetheart into a sun lover. A happy little thing.
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estrellami-1 · 1 year
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Soft Touch Baby
Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3
(If y’all want a tag list or something let me know, I’m already up to part 8 or 9 in drafts. I don’t know how many more parts there will be after that, but I’m willing!)
Eventually the god-awful hitching in his breath stops. The trembling stops. The tears stop. His breathing slows down, his mind comes back online, and he takes a deep breath.
“Hey,” Eddie murmurs. “That sounds better. You back with me?” He punctuates it with a slow hand down Steve’s back, and Steve never wants to leave.
He forces himself to lean back, sniffle and wipe his face and try to rein himself back in, laughing quietly when Eddie hands him the entire tissue box on his nightstand. “Back,” he mutters, sniffling again. “Sorry.”
There’s enough light coming from the hallway that Steve can see the brow Eddie raises at him. “Sorry for trauma? Cut the crap, Steve, and tell me what I can do.” He shifts so he’s sitting cross-legged on Steve’s bed. “Wanna talk about it?”
Steve huffs out a humorless laugh. “No.” He picks at the corner of the tissue box. “You died. We were back in the Upside Down, and Dustin was just standing there, and I was getting annoyed because it’s not like we haven’t been through this before, it’s not like he doesn’t know what to do, which fucking sucks, but. Anyways. He was standing there, so I walk over and I- I see you, and…” he shakes his head. “Guess you tried to be the hero or some shit. I don’t know. Fuckin’ broke me.”
“I’m here,” Eddie promises again, hand palm-up on the comforter between them. Steve stares at it for a second before taking it.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, taking another breath before he trusts himself to look up at Eddie’s face. “You are.”
Eddie cracks a joke, because he’s Eddie. “So I tried to be the hero and I couldn’t cut it, huh?”
Steve might still be figuring out his own emotions, and where his feet exactly are (he’d been sitting at an awkward angle and his legs fell asleep), but he knows that tone of voice. “You know why I said that?” He asks. “Why I told you not to be the hero?”
Eddie snorts. “Think your subconscious just told us exactly why. I woulda died.”
Steve shakes his head. “I told you not to because I couldn’t risk it. I know you would’ve, no hesitation. But I needed you safe. Alive.”
Eddie giggles. “Well, shit, man. Way to make me feel like a dick.”
Steve squeezes the hand he’s holding and somehow manages a teasing tone back. “You do that well enough on your own.”
Eddie groans and flops backwards, head narrowly missing the tissue box. “You wound me,” he says dramatically, and Steve starts laughing.
Eventually Steve gets his emotions under control and Eddie sits back up, tugging on their joined hands to get Steve’s attention. “You thinking you can fall back asleep?”
Steve shrugs. “I usually stay up and read or listen to music or whatever.”
Eddie grins. “How about breakfast instead?”
Steve laughs incredulously. “At three in the morning?”
Eddie shrugs. “You’re not gonna sleep. I’m not gonna sleep if you’re not. We might as well. Plus, pancakes just taste better in the middle of the night. It’s a well-proven fact of life.”
Steve giggles. “You’re so fuckin’ weird,” he says, uncaring that his voice sounds unbearably fond.
“Why thank you, my good sir,” Eddie says in an absolutely atrocious British accent, almost tripping over himself as he tries to get off the bed and bow at the same time.
Steve very carefully doesn’t think about the fact that they’re still holding hands.
He flicks on the light as they enter the kitchen, then immediately regrets it, hissing and shutting his eyes. “Fuck, I forgot.”
Eddie pauses. “Your eyes need to adjust?”
“No, man, fuckin’ headache, just… just gimme a second, I’ll be fine.”
Eddie reaches over and flips the switch back to off. “Y’know,” he starts, quieter than normal, “I’ve never made pancakes in the dark before.”
He squeezes Steve’s hand, pulls him forward a few feet. Steve, eyes still closed, lets him.
He startles at the feeling of something cold on his forehead, only after the fact registering the sound of the freezer door opening and shutting. “Thanks,” he murmurs, squeezing Eddie’s forearm before moving to grab the ice pack, adjusting it a bit and sighing. “Tylenol in the bathroom. D’you mind—”
“‘Course, sit down, I gotcha. Want a Coke? Does caffeine help or hurt?”
Steve hums. “Hurt. Water please.”
“I’m on it. Nurse Eddie, at your service.”
Steve smiles as he imagines the overdramatic bow Eddie probably took. “Nurse Ratched, maybe.”
Eddie gasps in mock offense. “I will have you know I’m an excellent nurse.”
“Mhm. You’re takin’ a while on those meds, excellent nurse.”
“I- you- be quiet,” Eddie lands on, at odds with the soft squeeze to Steve’s forearm as he brushes past on his way to the bathroom.
Yeah, Steve thinks, I’ve still got it.
Pt 7
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sweet-babyrose · 2 years
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knickknacksandallthat · 8 months
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Chapter 3
Kevin holds onto the side of the gate as he catches his ankle behind his back, stretching his quad.  His breath puffs in the early morning air before he switches legs.  Then he lets go of the gate and bends down to touch his toes.  His mind wanders as he goes through the routine, thinking back to the conversation he, Jeremy, and Jean had at dinner a couple of days ago.  “Now remember what the rules are for this vacation,” Jeremy told them at the table, before popping a stuffed olive in his mouth.  It was something Jeremy established long ago.  Before every vacation, all parties would name the one thing they wanted out of the experience.  Some would use the rule to state an attraction or place they wanted to see.  Others would use it to declare the need for time or seclusion to unwind.  And sometimes people would use it to demand something silly, like the time Sara ordered them all not to use the word “my” the entire vacation (which was much more difficult than any of them had originally expected).  It was a quick and easy way to figure out everyone’s goal for their time off and helped smooth over many a ruffled feather before they could even start. Jeremy swallowed, the elegant bob of his throat distracting Kevin for a second before he continued, “Jean’s was-”
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lover-of-mine · 10 months
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Me: *has been going to therapy every week for the past 3 years*
Me: *mentions my therapist*
Mom: wait you have a therapist?
Me: 😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶
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gniteruirui · 11 months
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The notification from Ryn made me smile. I feel nostalgic at this (,:
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cold-r-ain-in-june · 1 year
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@ciaraloves CIARA DID YOU PUT THINGS IN MY TAG WITHOUT TAGGING ME SO ID GET A BIG WIPLASH WHEN I REMEMBER YOU DO THAT AND I READ ALL OF THEN?? i hate you (i'll kiss you so bad it'll suck all the air out of your lungs)
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xx-hail2theking-xx · 2 years
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I don't know what not before. I know everything is leading up to something, and I don't believe that it only goes as far as we know.
You can't tell her before. I'm going to believe you have good reason. I have to believe that. And I suspect she has some big choices, soon.
But will you 'call back?'
Trusting is so hard. Being vulnerable with someone when you've been hurt so much is so hard. Loving someone, in the face of everything a million years has thrown at you, trusting someone...
It's, so much. I know you know that. I know you do.
and he loves. oh, how he loves.
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darlin-anon · 2 years
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I’m not sweet! I’m mean! And scary! And….other bad things…yeah!
I love you too baby
yeah ok. and im a sweet little kitten. let’s face it, love, im the scary one.
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in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off
EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through
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bonesandthebees · 28 days
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one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method
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butchfalin · 5 months
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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notbecauseofvictories · 3 months
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A customer contacted our team with questions, and then finished their email with: "I am daunted by the complexities and unknowns." I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.
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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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just-spacetrash · 3 months
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the 'what if you played it a little risky' post literally Changed my life but i cant fujkign find it in my blog because its. a tiktok screenshot
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