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The sound of her conversed feet padded across the corridors floor. The giggle echoing as she grabbed onto Eddie’s arm using him to both pull her to a halt as well as an obvious hiding spot. Spinning behind him the girl hid, the end locker and Eddie being the perfect shields. Her hand flew up, cupping at her mouth to silence her laughter when the echo of several jocks came hurtling around the far end of the corridor. “Find her!” Jason bellowed, slamming closed an open locker. It wasn’t obvious what had gone on, but whatever it was. It had Jason seething with rage.

            𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑫 just outside their little home, flurries of white blanketing the ground and leaving the inhabitants of Hawkins snowed in for the holiday. It truly was his favorite time of year, though more often than not, in the early days of upbringing, they were often spent alone for the most part. Parents were often gone at holiday gatherings, leaving him to entertain himself in what few ways he knew how. Decorating the tree, holiday movies, baking whatever kind of sweets he wanted as Christmas music played over the static of the radio. Now things were different, now he had someone to celebrate it with. Eddie singlehandedly filling the void he never really let onto- finding home inside that empty place in his heart.

            Why he didn’t care if it snowed, welcomed it in fact, the oven warming the kitchen and filling the space and leaving their home blanketed in a subtle scent of sweets. They could never choose just one thing, after all. A half made gingerbread house, popcorn popping on top of the stove, Steve gracefully moving around the space as Eddie made his movie snack. He on the other hand was determined to get the last batch of cookies in the oven before it started- the sound of commercials on the tv giving him just enough time to get it done if he was lucky. The sweet sticky cookie dough was tacky on his fingers, rolling it off the wooden spoon and dropping piece by piece, filling the baking sheet, but not hesitating to eat the leftovers straight out of the bowl. A pause was taken of course, eventually turning to face his lover, back pressed to the countertop as the spoon was brought to his lips to take another bite. 

“   hey eddie ?   ”      it was an idea max had been toying with for days now.      the idea of getting an actual tattoo on her body   …   well there was no going back from that.      no erasing it once it was there.      but then again the scars that lined both her arms , the deep fat red lines from the surgeries needed to fix the damage vecna had brought upon her contrasting against her pale skin   ––   was it really any different ?      each day when she looked into the mirror she was reminded of that day.      and as much as she tried scrubbing them away in the shower , it only made it stand out more.      so the idea of getting a tattoo painted over the most prominent , to make something ugly into something beautiful   …   that alone is what keeps the red head moving further into the basement where eddie resides.      “   can i ask you something ?   ”

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