#hawkinsblcd

[batwirls]

“ if there’s a place that i could be, then i’d be another memory. ”  // @hawkinsblcd​​ ( eddie ) 

          brows knit together and in all honesty, there’s a moment of confusion that comes across steve’s face. was he too high to understand this shit? he pauses, mid drag, to look over at eddie before exhaling. 

          “don’t you need to like-- die, disappear or some shit to become a memory?” he further squints before shaking his head. “don’t-- you ain’t doin’ that. deal?”   okay, maybe he’s overthinking this too much. 

          steve turns, sinking down on the couch a little more, staring up at the ceiling. “man i’m too high for this.” 

[hamcrtia]

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" damn it, " the chief mutters to himself, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder to ensure that haru was not watching as he fished out the egg shells that he had cracked into the waffle batter. they are tossed into the kitchen sink, which he is now leaning against as he observes her cooking. she was much less clumsy than he was, and her food was about ten times better than anything he could put together. him and el had mostly survived on frozen dinners, or her favorite breakfast staple: eggo waffles. when haru had suggested a homemade approach to surprise her, hopper had his doubts. he harbored a 'why try to fix what wasn't broken ?' mentality. well, that, and it was much more convenient to pop some frozen waffles in the toaster. less dishes, he rationalizes. but, as with eleven, he seemed to have a hard time saying no to haru.

" batter's done, " he announces with a tight smile, head peeking over once more to see if there were any more obvious shells that needed to be removed. he picks up the bowl off the counter, and goes to stand directly behind her before placing it on the space in front of her. " if she doesn't like it, i'm telling her you made it. "

[dicerxlled]

❝ i know i sound like a broken record, but you need to hear it. ❞ ( from chrissy ! )

                    chrissy hadn’t even finished the sentence when eddie was shaking his head in disapproval. ❝no. no. i am not listening to you anymore.❞ he took two throw pillows from the couch he was sitting on. ❝i know you mean well, but what’s done is done. i used myself as a bait. everyone got out safely. that’s what matters. end of story,❞ he said in a stern voice and put the two pillows over his ears. he was done talking about his near sacrifice that left him with huge, ugly scars. for the first time he didn’t run away in fear, and what did he get? chrissy berating him for nearly getting himself killed.