Headcanons on Eddie having no physical boundaries nor any knowledge of personal space
So, I've read many theories and posts on here about Eddie being a touch-as-love-language kind of guy and I fully commit to this idea, which has been stuck in my head for a while. Sooo I wanted to write down a little something-something about all the touchy scenarios that you might experience with him, and here's what came to me. ✨
@munsons-maiden i know it's not a one shot (although the headcanons are quite long) but I said I'd tag you in it so here it is! 🤍
Warnings: lots of fluff, mentions of anxiety, a few sexual innuendos
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Eddie’s love language is touch.
Due to his troubled past and difficult relationships with the people he grew up with, he’s never been shown love in very concrete, physical ways. Of course, his uncle takes very good care of him - but mostly through acts of service and by making sure he always has food on his table and a roof over his head. Sure, sometimes there’s the occasional awkward pat on the shoulder and a few brief, manly hugs, but these are nowhere as close to the warm embraces and reassuring touches Eddie has always craved and longed for.
You started noticing his desire to be physically close to the people he loves and trusts when you first became friends. Throughout your adventures in and out of the Upside Down, while he was on the run from the whole town, you observed how he leaned towards Steve when they talked and how he quite literally smirked and laughed in his face; how he was quick not only to grab and shield Robin with his body when the earthquake hit, but also how he held her close when they were on the ground - to stabilize her, sure, but to get some comfort himself, too. How he tackled Dustin in the field outside Hawkins and didn’t let go of him for a while, one hand firmly placed on the back of the kid’s neck while he talked to him and looked at him straight in the eyes. You’ve added all these little gestures to the collection of memories that you’ve been making about (and with) him, mixing them with all his little quirks and moves and the melodic tone that always accompanies his witty remarks and swear words.
Then, once the Vecna ordeal was over, your friendship bloomed into love and the boundaries between your bodies seemed to dissipate with every single touch of his. And he touched, and still touches you, a lot. It doesn’t really matter the time or place (or good manners towards other people, sometimes): whether it’s in public with the rest of the gang or in his trailer when it’s just Eddie and you, he always finds a physical way to keep you close.
Let’s take the mornings, for instance. You might be in the bathroom brushing your teeth or getting ready for the day and he’s right there with you, probably sitting on the closed lid of the toilet looking up at you and hugging your leg. He does the same thing when he’s sitting and you’re standing next to him - he just can’t help it, he needs to snake one of his hands around your thigh and just hold you. It’s definitely a non-sexual gesture, but you’ve had to forbid him to do that when you’re in public and you’re wearing a skirt or a dress, though - because in that case there’s a high chance he might let his intrusive thoughts win and let his fingers travel under your clothes.
Bathroom-wise again, we can’t forget how he has to wait for you to take a shower together. He loves massaging the bath soap all over your body and shoulders (and thanks to his strong hands he’s also quite good at making your muscles relax) and he always makes you try different hairstyles on him with the help of some shampoo. Of course, you both end up laughing out loud when he catches his reflection and sees the results.
“Shit, y/n, I look like Abraham Lincoln” “Do you prefer the mohawk? I can do that” “Go ahead, m'lady”
Oh and he loves your hair too. He likes to brush it every night before you go to sleep, tongue sticking out and eyes narrowed as he focuses on not hurting you and on combing all the knots away as delicately as possible. Also, he’s taught himself how to braid it so he can create what he calls “elvish hairdos” on you.
Occasionally, when you're at home, he will make you step on his feet and he’ll walk you around his trailer, holding you tight against his chest so you don’t fall while you giggle like a little kid. It often ends up with him picking you up and (gently) throwing you on his bed, but you really don't mind.
Cooking breakfast, lunch or dinner? He makes sure to be there and hug you from behind as you try to put together a meal or set the table. You’ve come close to cutting or burning him or yourself a couple of times, but he swears he would never let that happen.
“Eddie, please, I need to drain the pasta” “So drain it” “If you stand so close you might get boiling water on you, it’s not-“ “Sweetheart, I survived a swarm of supernatural bats, I can handle a few drops of hot water”
If, instead, you’re eating out with the others and you’re not sitting next to him, you’ll spend the whole meal with one or both of his feet touching yours under the table. He occasionally taps your shoes with the tip of his Reeboks to let you know that even if he’s talking to Dustin or bickering with Steve, he’s still very well aware of your presence. Of course, if you��re sitting one beside the other, he always juggles the cutlery, the glass, and everything else on the table with just one hand - because the other is glued to your leg, of course.
The same thing happens when he drives. Or, better, it used to happen: when he attempted to switch gears with the hand that was supposed to hold the steering wheel because he wanted to keep the other on your thigh, you got so mad that you traumatized him into becoming the most responsible driver in all of Indiana.
“We could have gotten into a car accident, Eddie!” “But I wanted to hold you” “And I want us to stay alive!” “I’m sorry, sweetheart… are you still mad?” “I will be, if you don’t keep both of your hands on the wheel from now on. If you don’t, I’ll drive” “God, no"
Waiting in line somewhere? Yes, you’re going to be one of those annoying couples who are always hugging and leaning on each other and that everyone secretly envies a little.
Out on grocery shopping? While you’re staring at the shelves trying to find his favorite brand of breakfast cereal (Honeycomb, of course), he’s just standing there next to you, his chin propped up on the top of your head as he gets distracted by colorful Coco-Pops and Kellog’s boxes.
"Eddie" "Mh-mh?" "We need to go get the milk" "Yeah" "Can you please let me move?" "Oh yeah, sure" *proceeds to lift his head up away from yours just to place one hand to the back of your neck while you walk into the next aisle*
When you hang out at Steve’s or at the Bylers’ and you’re all sitting in a circle on the floor sipping beer, he has to have you sit between his legs, with your back resting on his chest. You secretly love it, because you can hear his voice echoing in his ribcage and sometimes it feels like you’re inside of him.
Oh, you’re not hanging out at home but you’re at a pub, maybe at the Hideout? No worries: when he’s not holding your hand, he’ll have one glued to your lower back at all times. When he has to guide you through the crowd, he stays behind you and places both of his palms on your hips and slightly pushes you forward, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach every time without failure.
When he meets you at the bar counter after a performance on stage with Corroded Coffin, he wants to let everyone know you’re his girl by throwing one arm over your shoulders, keeping you close. He’s usually all hyperactive and sweaty, and extremely excited to have you there for him - so you love to occasionally grab his wrist and turn your head to kiss it softly.
Oh, and of course he’s heavy on the PDA. He doesn’t care if everyone and their mother roll their eyes and complain about it, when he kisses you he has to do it “fucking properly” - even if this includes improvised make-out sessions in front of your friends.
“Jesus, Munson, let her breathe for God’s sake. Also, get a room.” “Do I have to kiss you too to make you shut up, Harrington?”
If he hasn’t seen you all day, as soon as he catches a glimpse of you coming towards him he’ll run to come and pick you up in his arms (holding you just a little too tight) and he’ll grab your face in his hands to pepper it with endless kisses and smooches and sometimes he will lick you as well
“Eddie, you’ve seen me last night” “I can’t bear to spend a fucking minute without you, princess” “Babe seriously it’s just been just a couple of hours-“ “I might have died”
Love bites? Ugh, he’s a sucker for those. With your consent, of course, he’ll nibble at your skin any chance he gets - he’s determined to “have a taste” of every inch of your body he can reach.
However, he needs your touch not only when he’s happy or relaxed - he needs you there for him the most when he’s sad or upset, too. When the flashbacks from the Upside Down or from the time when he was on the run come back to haunt him in his sleep, and he wakes up drenched in sweat, the only way for him to calm down is to curl up against you, holding on to the rim of your PJ (usually one of his old band T-shirts) with his fist and placing his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat. When that happens, you’d never dare move or pull away - you stay still, a stabilizing force available to him as long as he needs.
While you usually get distracted (and often flustered) by his touch, this intimacy helps him focus, a lot. If he’s preparing a D&D campaign or working on a new song and you’re sitting next to him, he’ll probably take a strand of your hair and fiddle with it, or rhythmically tap his munched pen on your leg - occasionally drawing little hearts or doodles on your skin.
“Property of EM? Really?” *flashes his brightest grin” “Don’t want anyone to think otherwise, sweetheart”.
Bonus:
What if you’re not physically with him?
In this case, he needs to have something of yours to carry throughout the day. It can be a scrunchie or a hair tie that he keeps on his wrist, or a small piece of jewelry (like a ring) to add to his guitar pick necklace, so he can hold close to his heart under his shirt: he just needs a little token to absentmindedly touch or graze whenever he misses you.
Yes, he once asked you for a strand of your hair to put into a locket.
Yes, he sometimes steals your panties and keeps them in the back pocket of his jeans, next to his bandana.
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Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?
I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?
In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".
Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.
This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.
Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.
The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.
[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]
There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.
This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.
[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]
As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.
But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?
Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.
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she says he won't let her get a dog, which is fine, because they're in an apartment, and that's the kind of thing people say about their partners. he won't let me get a dog. and you're at a dinner party and you tilt your head a little to the side just like that dog he won't let her get, because is this the thing that's going to upset you? you don't know every corner of their relationship, she could be joking, they could have had so many healthy conversations about the dog, right, and maybe she's not letting herself get the dog because of money and time and whatever. but, like, she did say let
and she wants to move away from his hometown and he wants to stay and then he tells you with a wink and a conspiratorial stage whisper don't worry i'll convince her and she laughs about it - so clearly this is something they laugh about. but you do just stand there and stare at him like what the fuck, man. you can't say what you want to say which is why do you get the final say on everything because they're both obviously aware of the other person's stance on this and have obviously had private conversations about it and what are you going to do about it except make a scene and then he'll be mad at you and call you one of those bitches behind your back and she'll cut you off, which is a loss that doesn't feel worth it just because he makes you a little skeeved out every 3rd comment
and they both agree he just isn't the type to get flowers which is fine because everyone shows love differently, and are you really gonna judge someone based on their sense of individual relationship responsibility? maybe he's constantly cleaning her car and writing her poems and making her furniture or something. maybe she doesn't even like flowers and this is perfect, actually. and no you couldn't date him, obviously, ew; but like, she tells you she's happy. you almost send her a tiktok that says don't be 25 and the cool girl that doesn't need anything, you'll hate not getting flowers at 30, but that's like, starting drama & you shouldn't start drama needlessly.
and you're a little older than her but not so much older you can pull the whole trust me on this one babe thing and besides that wouldn't have worked anyway (when does it ever) and besides you have trauma so you and your therapist both agree that you're always looking for a problem even when there isn't one. and you tell yourself that just because you see them for 15 minutes every month does not mean you can identify every single red flag based on a single shitty half-joking(?) comment
and besides, what are you going to do? she says i actually wanted another stand mixer but thankfully he stops me when i'm about to spend too much money and you're standing there like are you okay? is this normal? is this just something people say? and again - what are you going to do?
to your therapist you try to language it - it's not, like, any of my business. but sometimes, doesn't it feel like - you should do something. there's got to be something, right? you've tried dropping little hints but they sail right through and you've tried having a single serious conversation and she got upset because why does it matter to you, yes it's different but we're happy, it doesn't need to make sense to you and you're like. really unwilling to push a boundary about it anymore; because the truth is that you know logically it shouldn't matter to you, as long as both parties are happy.
and besides, you've been wrong before. it's just... like, every time you see them both, something else happens, some kind of shiver down your spine like do you even hear each other when you talk. it's their strange, bickering orbit. just the way he's on his phone through dinner or watching sports instead of helping in the kitchen or, fuck, another one of these little throwaway comments he makes about we'll see about that, babe. she laughs when he calls her passions stupid shit and meanwhile she gets him tickets to see the knicks and he tells you well at least she's smart about something and still! it's none of your business.
you say get the dog anyway and she laughs. like, this is is you being funny. and not you saying - no really. get the dog. get the dog and get out of here. pack up and start running.
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