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taylorvaughnsaidso · 5 months
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behind on my queer eye news and this is just another blow
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zilabee · 3 months
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Living The Beatles Legend, by Ken Womack: ____________________________________________
At twenty-six, Mal was much older than the [Cavern's] usual lunchtime crowd [...] “I could sit there for three hours and think maybe 10 minutes had gone by.” Mal took special note of the three vocalists—John, Paul, and George: “They were very high-pitched and there was harmony.” By the time he made his way back up to the street, he was hooked: “I fell in love with them.”
In Lily’s memory, Brian’s job offer was an agonizing prospect for her husband. “He had a lot of sleepless nights, wondering if he should go on with them,” she recalled. “I didn’t want him to. I told him, ‘You’re a person in your own right—you don’t need to follow others.’ But he was starstruck.”
“I was still green at the job of roadie, and the Beatles had been very tolerant with the mistakes I made while settling in and learning my new trade,” Mal wrote. “Mind you, in the first week I worked with them, I was to be fired about seven times, as first one thing then the other went wrong.”
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“I’ve been called many things in my life, but it was on the Italian trip that the people backstage called me ‘Mammut.’ I kept thinking it was an Italian version of my name, until I found out it meant mammoth! [...] Everyone I met seemed to be small of stature, and I would see three of them struggling with a heavy piece of equipment, and strolling over, [I'd] take it off them, hoist it on my own shoulders and walk away with it, so gaining my own little admiration society. They thought I was one of the strongest men in the world. And for quite a while after, I got called Mammoth, instead of Mal, by the Beatles.”
“Brian and Neil and I had developed this policy that we wouldn’t pose in photographs with the Beatles,” [Tony Barrow] recalled. “Fans wanted to take pictures of the band, and they didn’t want us hanging around beside the boys.” But Mal had clearly developed a yen, early on, for being as near as possible to the Beatles’ vortex of fame. The flashbulbs and the band’s celebrity were simply too much for him to resist. Consequently, said Tony, “Mal was always in the fucking photographs.”
[...]the Beatles had several more gigs at the Olympia, including a February 1 show where Paul nearly missed his cue, having become enchanted with a woman backstage. With the curtain about to go up, Neil nervously strapped on Paul’s Höfner bass and took his place onstage. At the last moment, Paul leapt into action. But Neil had been ready to make a go of it, and he later scrawled in Mal’s diary that he had been “quite prepared to fake it.”
Victoria recalled following him through “this big, dark club way into the back, and suddenly there’s Paul McCartney, who says, ‘Hello, Vicky.’ And I’m thinking, ‘I could die now and my life would be complete.’ And then we sit down, and Paul orders drinks, and he says, ‘Scotch and Coke, three doubles.’ And I’m thinking, ‘I’m seventeen. I’ve never had a single’.” Poignantly, during her conversation with the Beatle, she remembered looking over at Mal, and “I could tell that he was really happy because he knew what he was doing for me. You know, he knew he was giving me this memory that would last forever.”
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“[George Martin] admitted to me that when I first joined the group, he was a little antagonistic at somebody else getting close to the Beatles. I understood exactly what he meant, for I have the same feeling for them. One not only gets very protective, but a little selfish and jealous of anybody who gets close to them.”
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“Mal introduced me to my first drug dealer,” [Kevin Harrington] later recalled, “a lovely Caribbean man who lived in Notting Hill. I used to buy an ounce a week for £11, and was told by Mal to put it down on expenses as ‘sweets.’” On two separate occasions, Apple’s Wigmore Street bookkeeper questioned Kevin about the amount he was spending on sweets—that is, until Harrington told Mal about the hassle he was getting from the accounting department. The next time Kevin turned in his receipts for sweets, the bookkeeper merely smiled.
[Mal was] summoned to 7 Cavendish Avenue in the middle of the night after the fans who kept vigil outside Paul’s house dognapped Eddie, McCartney’s Yorkshire terrier. “Mal had to go to the police station to get him back,” Francie recalled. “The girls insisted they wouldn’t release the dog unless Paul came. I talked to them on the phone, and somehow they returned the poor thing. Paul was less upset than I was.”
[Jann] Haworth vividly recalled Mal’s good-natured attitude during their lengthy sessions to stage the cover art. “He was a very sweet person in a world of poseurs,” she said. “Where everyone else seemed fractious and self-serving, Mal was laid-back and genuine.”
“I stayed as close to Paul as I possibly could,” Mal added, although his efforts had nothing to do with protecting the Beatle’s safety. Rather, they were a clumsy attempt to ensure he was photographed along with such A-listers as McCartney and Redgrave. He tried as hard as he possibly could, “but Paul still got photographed by himself!”
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Mal understood that he was, in a sense, mothering the band members. “I was always making tea, sandwiches, or scrambled eggs,” he said, “just doing anything to look after them, to make sure we kept them working well. The whole thing was, ‘You make the music, and I’ll do anything in the world to make you comfortable’.”
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“I realized that Malcolm lived to please those guys, just like Hare Krishnas live to please their guru. It’s like, ‘I’m going to scrub the banisters, and I’m going to get down on my hands and knees and polish these steps. And then I’m going to do it again, because I want to serve the guru’. That’s how I believe Mal felt about serving the Beatles. They were his guru.” - Victoria, a young girl Mal had an affair with.
By now, despite living in the same city as Mal, Lily knew that she and the children would always come second. “And it was very hurtful,” she later said. Mal would ditch the family for even the slightest hint of Beatle business, and “I would cover up for him, saying, ‘Daddy has to be away for work.’ One day, we were all ready for a family outing to the zoo,” she recalled, “when George rang to ask Mal for a guitar string. Instead of insisting on taking his kids out, he drove off to see George. I couldn’t bear to see the disappointment on [the children’s] faces.”
For several days in advance of shooting the scene, the other, vastly more experienced actors on the set had relentlessly hazed Mal, predicting that he would botch his lines. [...] Ringo heroically came to his friend’s aid, volunteering, in a moment of sublime role reversal, to act as Mal’s “road manager for the day,” tending to his makeup, sating his hunger, and plying him with coffee and tea on the set. In the end, a determined Mal delivered his lines perfectly, admitting that “it was a good day for me, for I love being in front of the camera.”
At the hospital, Mal received fifteen stitches above his left eye, while Harry required several stitches in one of his cheeks. Initially, there was some concern that Mal might lose vision in his left eye. For Mal, there must have been “a guardian angel looking out for fools and drunks,” he reasoned after learning he would retain his sight. “It must have been funny for the hospital staff,” he added, “because when they were stitching me up, I remember lying on the table chanting the Hare Krishna mantra, feeling no pain whatsoever, but poor old Harry was having a terrible time on the next table, shouting and kicking.”
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Harry Nilsson remembered a particularly madcap evening at the hotel when he spotted Mal attempting to console John, lost to another bender. “One night he was crying on Mal Evans’s shoulder, saying, ‘I was always a good boy. I was always a good boy,’” Nilsson recalled. “And Mal said, ‘Right brother, you were always a good boy.’ And I told him, ‘What is this horseshit? Stop being a baby. You’re being a baby.’ ‘Well, if you don’t like it, you can get the fuck out!’ John yelled. ‘Well, all right,’ and I slammed the door, and I was crying.”
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“I want the four of them to love my book.  That’s my whole dream. My whole dream would be realised if they said, ‘I love what you’re doing’.”
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muzaktomyears · 5 months
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(...) Mal's duties as Beatles roadie-cum-equipment manager-cum-personal assistant seemingly doubled overnight, and it quickly became apparent that he needed an assistant of his own. One arrived in the form of Kevin Harrington. With his telltale shock of red hair, Kevin had begun working at NEMS as an errand boy at age sixteen. He first met Mal and Neil prior to the Beatles' third and final American tour, in August 1966, when the two Beatles insiders arrived at the NEMS offices to pick up some travel visas. "They walked in with an air of confidence," Kevin recalled. "Mal and Neil were inseparable. For them, it was never about working for the Beatles - it was a vocation. They lived and breathed the Beatles." Not long afterward, Kevin was sent on an errand to Montagu Mews West. When he showed up, Mal and Neil invited him inside, where he observed the two men rolling hundreds of joints and painstakingly loading them into empty cigarette cartons, which they would encase in cellophane, for the band's upcoming tour. "I must admit," said Kevin, "I thought that was pretty nice. Those guys were cool." (...) [In summer '68, the day after he'd visited the studio for the first time], Mal met Kevin at Wigmore Street. "Want to come and work with me in the studio with the boys, with the equipment?" he asked Harrington. "I'll show you what to do." With Kevin joining the inner circle, Mal took him on a tour of the instrument shops, such as Sound City on Shaftesbury Avenue, where they could replenish the boys' supplies of strings, drumsticks, and plectrums. A few days later, Mal hazed the new recruit, sending him off to Sound City to round up an "electric plectrum" for George's acoustic guitar. Fortunately, the salespeople at Sound City were in on the joke, even going so far as to send Kevin to another instrument shop in search of the nonexistent item. Not surprisingly, Mal taught Kevin about serving all the Beatles' studio needs, including the finer points of separating the leaves from the seeds when rolling a proper joint. Later that summer, Kevin earned his driver's license and drove Mal's Humber estate car on an errand to score some pot. "Mal introduced me to my first drug dealer," the young assistant later recalled, "a lovely Caribbean man who lived in Notting Hill. I used to buy an ounce a week for £11, and was told by Mal to put it down on expenses as 'sweets.'" On two separate occasions, Apple's Wigmore Street bookkeeper questioned Kevin about the amount he was spending sweets - that is, until Harrington told Mal about the hassle he as getting from the accounting department. The next time Kevin turned in his receipts for sweets, the bookkeeper merely smiled.
Living the Beatles Legend, Kenneth Womack (2023)
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internetaddict104 · 1 year
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Antoni Porowski is engaged and the wedding is gonna be the hottest wedding ever
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dateinthelife · 1 year
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21 January 1969
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On this date, and many others, Kevin Harrington brought the Beatles tea.
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feenixdown · 1 year
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The Dish (2000)
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dovetailjoints · 1 year
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When George left... Until I saw the film this time around, I didn't know I was standing right next to him when he left. I'd forgotten all about that. In my mind's eye, I was on the other side of the studio. And a lot of that, I realize now, is because I never got involved in their conversations. There's something happening that I can see, which is George putting his coat on - that must have been when he left. And that's what I put in [my memoir], that I didn't know what was going on because I was a long way away. But then to see the film, and I'm actually standing right next to George, and I don't even remember... That was pretty mind-boggling, I must admit. I was that near? And I didn't even twig?! But no matter what the Beatles said or did, the initial thing never impacted me. They're just having a conversation. I only get involved when it's "Kevin!" or I hear an instrument mentioned, or whatever. I just kept out of all of that ... I wasn't in that position of a confidant. I was trusted, but I was never spoken to about policy or anything like that, it was just: here I am, what do you want me to do?
- Kevin Harrington, roadie and equipment manager Something About the Beatles ep. 239
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storynstory · 2 years
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Shark Tank Season 14
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Shark Tank is an American business reality television series that premiered on ABC on August 9, 2009. This American show series is based on the international format of Dragons’ Den.....Read More
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morganbritton132 · 7 months
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Eddie posts a Tiktok of Steve and Robin setting up a chess board to play. They’re both really good chess players but Steve is strategic as hell so he wins more often.
They’re trash talking each other the entire time they’re setting the board and Steve says, “Look at the leader board, Robbie. Who is number one? Me! No one can top me.”
Eddie, waiting for this exact moment, looks into the camera and says with a self-satisfying smirk, “I can.”
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notacluedo · 7 months
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final little guy
(these hockey ish aftg drawings are heavily inspired by mxgicdave’s hockey art on insta u should check him out)
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nymime · 5 months
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I just can’t stop the thought of Steve as Kevin of Home Alone man.
A little Steve who was blond in his childhood but with the years he got brunette. (like his mom, she was also blonde in her childhood and on her 14 got brunette.)
A menace who is smart in his own way, creating home made traps for the assholes that tried to get in his house, afraid but putting a big boy faceted to beat those thieves of stealing his house, be sassy when those criminals got catch by the police (the old police chief loves him despise his family name, always go to watch him time to time even after he retired). Big dysfunctional family who treats him like trash, big brothers and sisters that he don’t talk with, cousins of his same age who he barely bear them sometimes, a mom who forgets him for stress with the rest of her husband family side, an incompetent dad who is focused in be cool and respected by his brother who is a major asshole. Scared of the homeless man who clean the streets and have a really scary expression according to him, befriend the crazy pigeon lady of the park, who ‘adopts him’ like a pigeon, giving him candies, hugs and funny stories to make him laugh.
And just the party + plus the young adults + older adults finding out cause the old crazy pigeon lady randomly hugged Steve and he hug her back, smiling like a child again when the lady gives him candies and a pat in his cheek, calling him her “sweet pigeon baby” and then just ignored the rest while walking away. The old retired chief who didn’t notice hopper (who in its moment was the one who replace him back them) but he approached Steve with a smile of a grandpa, patting his shoulder while asking him if he captured any other thieves those days, an amused look in his old eyes as he walk away without greeting Hopper cause he didn’t recognize him, to focus in the kid who considered family.
And then just Hopper ask the new chief, Powell, what the fuck is all this about, and the man just give him a huge archive with all the case. Eleven decide to do spooky telepathic magic to see those memories by seeing the archive, and everyone just looks like “:O”.
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raven-sapphire · 1 year
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Kevin: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple...
Gareth: I really care about your feelings!
Jeff: I really care about YOUR feelings!
Kevin, turning his head: ...and then there's the disaster couple...
Eddie: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL!
Steve: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!
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strwbrrykss · 2 years
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𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
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Happy Spooky Month! Below the cut are the 31 prompts I’ll be using for my very first Kinktober! Thank you to everyone that has requested a character for these prompts to fill out the list, I hope you all enjoy this smutty buffet!!
All works are 1000-2000 words, with little to no plot - just straight up smut [by default these pieces will be f!reader but if there’s any that you want to see as afab! or gn!reader, let me know!]
all kinks + pairings were chosen by me; based entirely off what I felt comfortable writing. If anything from the below list makes you uncomfortable, I strongly advise you not to read it
ageless blogs // minors interacting with this post, or any of the linked posts, will be blocked
As and when each piece is posted, the title on this post will be pink to indicate the link has been added!
ALL CONTENT BELOW THE CUT IS 18+/NSFW. MINORS DNI. BY OPENING THE “READ MORE” YOU AGREE THAT YOU’RE OF AGE
Dry Humping - Eddie Munson
Sometimes you’re both just too tired to get completely down and dirty, but Eddie has a new approach to an old problem
Hide N Seek - Dean Winchester
It started as a stupid game, something to keep you entertained whilst exploring an abandoned mall with Dean. And transpired into much more.
Begging - Benedict Bridgerton
You both knew it was frowned upon to leave a party early, but sometimes, you just want to hear your husband beg for your attention behind closed doors.
Masturbation - JJ Maybank
After a day spent out on the water in your new swimwear, JJ just can’t help himself and takes matters into his own hands... Literally.
Daddy Kink - Kevin Atwater
It came about by pure chance in conversation, what he wanted you to call him, and now you say it almost as much as his real name.
Overstimulation - Bucky Barnes
There is nothing Bucky loves more than to push you over and over to the edge of release... Except for watching you fall apart when he finally lets you finish.
Praise Kink - Anthony Bridgerton
Despite thinking you knew Anthony better than most, there’s still one more thing you’re yet to learn about him and it’s... Surprising results.
Dacryphilia - Robert “BOB” Floyd
Sweet as he may be, Bob loves nothing more than to see your makeup streaked down your face and he has plenty of methods to make it happen.
Mirror Sex - Eddie Munson
Eddie wants to show you just how pretty you really are, especially when he’s rocking your shit for the fifth time that week.
Cockwarming - Jake “Hangman” Seresin
Sometimes, all he needs is to be as physically close to you as possible, and you’re all too willing to help him out.
Facesitting - Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw
There’s very little you haven’t tried with Bradley, even with your status currently undefined, there’s one thing he can’t stop thinking about.
Lingerie - Matt Casey
At the end of a stressful week for you both, you decide to surprise Matt with some new additions to your wardrobe.
Breeding - Nomad!Steve Rogers
You thought you’d seen the last of him after the fiasco with the Accords. Steve has other plans now that he’s no longer America’s Golden Boy
Threesome - Pornstar!Jay Halstead + Pornstar!Adam Ruzek
After you revealed that you’d always been interested - or at the very least curious - to try a threesome, Jay brings home the perfect solution; a costar.
Food Play - Derek Morgan
Trying to cook a nice meal for yours and Derek’s anniversary doesn’t exactly go as planned... And leaves more of a mess than either of you want to admit.
Car Sex - Adam Ruzek
Adam always looked forward to seeing you on his lunch break, but when you proposition him, he isn’t going to refuse.
Toys - Pornstar!Jay Halstead
Jay confesses he wants to try something new - something that he might be able to add to his - not exhaustive - resume, you’re all too happy to oblige.
Uniform Kink - Jake “Hangman” Seresin
There’s just something about seeing a man in uniform that makes your blood run hot. Jake is no exception to that rule, despite your rocky relationship.
Morning Sex - JJ Maybank
In the Summer following graduation, you and JJ spend your time one of three ways; surfing, smoking and fucking.
Phone Sex - Steve Harrington
A town-wide curfew puts a damper on your date plans with Steve, so you find other ways to spend some quality time together.
Unprotected Sex - Will Halstead
After a lengthy discussion over the course of several weeks, you and Will decide that it’s time to ditch the condoms.
Clothed Sex - Dean Winchester
The last thing you expected whilst Sam was out on a solo hunt was for tensions to break between you and Dean after all the pining, teasing and flirting.
Sensation Play - Connor Rhodes
Candles and ice cubes seemed like mundane things in your relationship with Connor, until he has an interesting suggestion one night.
Quickies - Lip Gallagher
A surprise visit from your boyfriend at work, prompts you to take your lunch break a little sooner.
Pegging - Connor Rhodes
When your “present” for Connor arrives earlier than expected, he’s more than eager to put it to use as soon as possible.
Thigh Riding - Sierra Six
You’re feeling particularly needy and Six knows exactly how you can get your fix and it’s no longer just a quiet night in.
Anywhere But The Bed - S1!Sam Winchester
A long weekend with Sam on a hunt turns out to be just the push you needed for the levee to break and hormones to run rampant.
Semi-Public Sex - Billy Hargrove
Billy just can’t wait to get his hands on you, regardless of the fact that you’re in no suitable place to meet his demands, he’s quick to find a way around it.
Hair Pulling - Dean Winchester
Who knew that just a playful tug on Dean’s hair could change the mood so drastically? You certainly didn’t and you wish you’d done it sooner.
Accidental Stimulation - Roommate!Luke Hemmings
Movie night was a Friday ritual for you and Luke, until one too many chance touches alters the dynamic between the two of you.
Pool Sex - John B Routledge
A sure-fire way to get petty, self-indulgent revenge on your Kook ex-boyfriend? Fuck John B in his pool when he’s not around.
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History of the Wrong Guys
Eddie Munson was gay. You didn't have to be a genius to figure this out. He openly flirted with guys when given the chance and when he was dating someone, he'd get on a table and proclaim to the world (or whoever happened to be nearby) how much he loved whoever the guy he was with at the time. The entire Hellfire club was well aware of his antics, bringing the boy du jour with him and spending more time focused on his boyfriend than the campaign. It might not have been so bad if he didn't have such terrible taste in men.
Gareth had just joined the club half way into his sophomore year when Eddie started showing up with some rando named Scott who looked way too old to be hanging around with a group of highschoolers after school.
"So what school do you go to?" Jeff tried to ask the guy who Eddie was practically hanging off. Scott laughed and waved his hand at the question.
"I haven't gone to school in a long time."
"What? You a dropout or something?" Gareth asked pointedly, ignoring the look of disapproval Eddie shot him.
When Corroded Coffin finally got an official gig at a small dive bar called The Hideout, Scott had been there. Already drunk and obnoxiously cheering as they played. Afterwards he bought Eddie a drink. Way too old to be dating a junior, Gareth and the rest of the band had decided.
Scott lasted about two months before he stopped showing up. Kevin tried to bring the man up once but he was quickly shut down and they never talked about Scott again.
The next guy was a few months later. His name was Tate. He didn't really talk to anyone except Eddie. Hanging around the back of their club room and never saying anything, even when someone talked to him. He was weirdly quiet. Gareth saw him whispering into Eddie's ear whenever someone was around just low enough to not be heard. One of the freshman had come in early to grab a book he forgot when he'd stumbled upon them arguing loudly. The two having a shouting match about Eddie spending way too much time with his stupid club.
After that fight, Eddie stopped showing to their meet ups more and more before disappearing from school all together for a month. His uncle called all of them up after a few weeks asking if any of the had seen Eddie. No one had. It was another month before Eddie showed up again. Stumbling into the ER covered in track marks and bruises according to Mr. Munson. Eddie spent the rest of the semester in the hospital's rehab center. He was held back that year. Gareth remembered the party they threw in celebration of Eddie finally completing his recovery program. No one found out where Eddie disappeared to for those two months. Eddie admitted he barely remembered anything from the time he was gone. Gareth noticed their band's lead singer started taking ceftriaxone when he came back.
Somehow Tate wasn't the worst. It was Eddie's second attempt at his senior year when he started to come to band practice and Hellfire club with the same stupid grin on his face he had when he started to date someone. Kevin was the first to ask him what was up.
"Just some guy."
"What's his name?"
"Can't tell ya."
Whoever it was, he wasn't out. Not surprising. Being out in a small town like Hawkins wasn't easy. Eddie dropped clues here and there about who the guy was. He went to their school and was on the basketball team.
"When you said fuck jocks Eds, you should've told us you meant it literally." Jeff joked during band practice one day, earning a guitar capo being tossed in hus general direction. The guy also had his own car. Driving Eddie places while he waited for his minivan to be fixed but always dropping him off a block away so they weren't seen together by anyone. It was fine, Eddie said.
What wasn't fine was when Eddie started showing up with bruises.
"You get in a fight?" Kevin asked when Eddie showed up with a shiner on his left eye.
"Should've seen the other guy." The black eye lasted a lot longer than it should've. During gym class, when they were getting changed, Gareth noticed a lot more injuries. They looked a lot like hand prints. Usually they were hidden but more and more, they'd been appearing on the metalhead's wrists and neck.
"Are you okay dude?" Gareth leaned against the back of the school's brick wall, watching as Eddie took a drag of his cigarette. The red haired boy's eyes had fixated on Eddie's bruised neck.
"Just a hickey."
"A hickey? Eds, it looks like someone took a chunk out of you."
"Come on Gareth, you know I like it rough." Eddie laughed as he winked at the other boy but Gareth and the others were still on edge. Gareth's mom was the first one to get the call Eddie was back in the hospital. Everyone was worried their dungeon master had relapsed when they went to visit him. Instead they arrived to the hospital room to find Eddie hooked up to a ventilator with Mr. Munson sat next to the bed, his head in his hands. Eddie was a mess. So many cuts and bruises yet he still looked pale, almost dead.
"What the fuck happened?"
"I-I came home and I found him like this." Wayne managed to choke out eventually. "They had revive him twice."
Gareth had never felt more helpless in his fucking life than at that moment. Him and the rest of the Hellfire club had taken rotations to check on him as they waited for him to wake up. All of them knew it was Eddie's shitbag excuse for a boyfriend. Making a silent pact to murder whoever it was if they found out.
Gareth and Kevin had been there when Eddie woke up. It took everything in the shorter teen to not rush over. Both of the boys going over to hug him. Eddie freezing for a moment before he broke down sobbing in their arms.
It had been almost a year when Eddie started to date someone again. Steve fucking Harrington. The instant he started showing up to their games, everyone was on the defense when he was with their dungeon master. Sitting in Eddie's lap during their campaign as all the club's senior members did their best to ignore him.
"Why are you guys so angry at Steve? He's a good guy." Dustin asked as they packed up for the night.
"He's a jock Henderson, they're all the same."
"Lucas is a jock."
"That's different." Gareth snapped.
"How?"
"He's not...you know what, you wouldn't get it."
"Come on dude, just give him a chance. You'll see he's not as bad as he used to be."
"I doubt that."
Gareth was at the game store, looking for a new pair of die when he noticed the couple at the miniature section. Not so subtly sliding behind the collection of poster boards to listen in on the two.
"-but these are pre painted. Wouldn't it just be easier to buy these ones?"
"Yeah but painting is half the fun." Eddie picked up a small plastic figurine. "Besides I need a new barbarian after *someone* crushed my other one with his fat ass."
"Hey I said I was sorry." The former jock apologized as he leaned over and kissed Eddie along the side of his neck. "Maybe I could do something else with this fat ass of mine."
"Oh my God Steve." Eddie laughed as he playfully pushed Steve before returning a quick peck. Gareth faltered as he watched the two. They looked so happy together. The way Eddie's eyes lit up around Steve and how Steve looked at him like he was the center of the universe.
Maybe...Steve Harrington wasn't that bad of a guy afterall.
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ravlykpavlyk · 1 year
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just imagine neil going to millport under different name. bc you know his mother is dead. he can do whatever the fuck he wants.
"benedict buchanan anderson, you just need to sign these papers"
"severus snape, you are going to Columbia with us"
"give me your game, amadeus fahrenheit"
"yes or no, ibrahim jonson?"
"aaron boyd, number ten"
"alastair bieber, you are a fox"
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