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marvelsswansong · 2 years

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I could be your new spring

summary: you spend an entire year doting after Billy Hargrove, who toys with and eventually breaks your heart. You're sobbing by yourself on a cold spring day when someone coughs and awkwardly offers you his jean jacket - it's Eddie Munson, staring at you with such foreign yet genuine warmth.

"I wasted an entire year on him, Eddie. One whole year I'll never get back." "I could be your new spring, if you'd like."

tags: Eddie x fem!reader, toxic and complete asshole Billy x fem!reader, best friends Robin/Nancy/Steve, hurt to comfort, heavy angst, fluff towards the end, happy ending dw, oneshot

☆ word count: 5.3K+ (whew) ☆

-> a/n: read this as a submitted ask on another writer's account and I knew I had to write it! I hope you angels enjoy <;3 Reader's discretion is advised that Billy is really mean in this and treats reader very poorly.

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Spring in Hawkins was cold, but nothing was colder than Billy Hargrove.

He'd strolled into Hawkins High with his slicked back hair and ocean scented cologne on the first week of August, and the moment he'd picked up a book you'd dropped and winked at you - you were never the same again.

Steve didn't like him from the outset. Your best friend was quick to pull you backwards from Billy the moment the blonde boy winked at you, shooting you a worried glance and warning you that he didn't like "the look of the new guy." Nancy had muttered agreements behind him, and normally, you would've listened to your friends in a heartbeat.

But you were instantly entranced. Billy was awfully charming. Cocky, the type to know that he was handsome and to exploit it. He walked with a certain city swagger, one which only a surfer boy from California could carry, the musk of sandalwood and salty sea water emanating from his copious jackets. You were far too shy to speak to him properly - particularly when crowds of popular girls and boys followed his every move - so you got accustomed to admiring his features from afar.

Steve pretended to hurl a few weeks later into the first semester when you'd confessed on a late night drive that the new kid from California had caught your eye. Your best friend's eyes widened in shock, irises burning with disgust as he looked over from the steering wheel.

"You know as your best friend I support all your decisions but Hargrove?" he spat out, his face scrunched up. "That asshole has two brain cells, max."

You rolled your eyes playfully, kicking your legs up on the dashboard.

"Of course you wouldn't like him, Steve. People are saying he might be coming for your 'crown' as the King of Hawkins High." you teased, poking him in the shoulder. That made his lips twist into a scowl, though his sour expression quickly melted into a soft grin when looking back over at you.

"Well, whatever the case, he's bad news. Just stay away, okay?"

He muttered it so tenderly as he pulled over in front of your house, speaking to you the same way he spoke to the kids when trying to protect them. Smiling, you waved his concerns off, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

"Relax, Steve, it's just a puppy crush. I'll be fine."

And it probably would've been, had the seating chart for your biology class not been shifted the Monday after. On top of that, a new group assignment was on the agenda. You were jittery with pure anxiety when you'd walked into the classroom that day to see Billy sitting next to the spot you usually sat, his name written in cursive next to yours on the blackboard.

"Joanne, right?" he'd asked you, casting you the briefest glance out of the corner of his eyes.

"No, uh... my name's (Y/n)." you'd meekly corrected, bag slowly dropping to the floor as you refused to even match his gaze.

Billy paused then, eyes shifting to look you up and down before a smirk slowly appeared on his face.

You didn't know it at the time, but he'd been subtledly watching you. Sure, he'd already slept with a good amount of girls - girls more popular than you, girls who were outgoing and loud... Cheerleaders, class presidents, varsity athletes of the sort. It was good for status and for one night stands, but they reminded him too much of the girls in California.

A bit ditzy. Vapid. Superficial. Annoying as soon as the sex was over and the type to want him to 'hang' around afterwards and be domestic. It disgusted him - Billy Hargrove did not do domestic.

But you...

At first, he'd written you off as Steve's little friend. The quiet loser who was gifted the seat at the popular table because you and Steve had grown up with houses right next to each other's. He couldn't lie, a part of your appeal was how much Steve kept you close, eager to keep you away from Billy's reach.

But a bigger part of your appeal, Billy thought, was how different you were from the other girls who fawned over him. Whilst they would dress up and scream loudly for his attention during basketball games, you'd sit by yourself to the side with another girl - Billy believed her name was Robin - with a book and a shy smile on your face.

And whilst other girls tried to seduce and sweet talk him at every party, you stood by your friends, conservatively taking sips from your red solo cup and avoiding Billy like the plague.

You didn't seek attention. You were a good girl, Billy noticed, the type that his father would scream at for him to find: quiet, dutiful, submissive. Gets all the homework done on time, volunteers at an animal shelter every weekend, plays the 'sober driver' for your friends on most night outs.

You're different, and to Billy, it feels like a challenge. A conquest to be won. Getting to piss off 'the hair' is just the cherry on top.

"...Is everything alright?" you meekly asked, noticing that he was just staring at you absentmindedly, not uttering a single word. Billy shook his thoughts away, a devious idea popping into his mind. He was going to toy with you - his little lamb - and you would be none the wiser.

"Everything's perfect. Just peachy, doll."

Becoming Billy's biology partner meant seeing him every two days. He reeled you in slowly during those boring lectures. He'd ask you nonsensical questions, just to get you talking and to have you move closer towards him when he'd complain not being able to read your notes. He'd purposefully mess up the experiments so you two would have to stay after class, your hands shaking as they guided his towards the correct vial.

The regular classes also gave him an excuse to pry into your life. Your hobbies, your friends, your likes and dislikes... The faux interest and 'small talk' stage of love, laid out one by one. He was toying with you and you were oblivious to it all, following dutifully behind him like a puppy.

"You're so different from most other girls here." Billy once said, running a hand through his hair. "You're so... Hawkins-esque."

Your pen paused mid-scrawl, eyes hesitantly peering up at the blonde boy with trepidation.

"Is that a... good thing? Or not?"

You were staring at him with so much hope, doe eyes overwhelming with unadulterated innocence that it made his gut churn with nausea.

"It's a good thing." he'd responded. And the moment you flashed him a brilliant smile in response, giggling softly under your breath, he knew you were hooked.

Hook, slink, reel.

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The end of summer came soon enough, also marking the end of the biology project. And as soon as the project was turned in, Billy went back to ignoring you. He dodged your friendly waves and greetings in the hallways, made it a point to sit as far away from you in class. You didn't think too much of it, wholly convinced that he was just busy preparing for the upcoming basketball championships.

Your friends weren't as convinced, with Nancy tapping your shoulder impatiently as you moped around your locker one chilly autumn day whilst hoping to catch a glimpse of Billy before third period.

"I don't think you should be hanging around Billy so much." she'd gently pleaded, lightly pulling at your lower arm.

"Hm?" you weren't really paying attention to her, head far too preoccupied with thoughts of Billy and his gorgeous head of curls.

"Billy Hargrove. He's an awful person, he's been taking advantage of you." she muttered quietly, gently smoothing over your hair.

Suppressing a sigh, you closed your locker shut and forced on a smile.

"I get why you and Steve think that Billy's an awful person but he's different around me, okay? Like when we're together, he's actually kind of nice to me." you breathed out, unsure if you were trying to convince your friend or yourself. "And yeah, maybe we're not talking all the time anymore, but... sometimes people are busy, okay, Nance?"

A look of pity spread across her face and you could feel the impending speech rolling in, making you throw your hands up to stop her.

"It's fine, okay? Just drop it."

She opened her mouth to argue but you were already walking away from her, heels frantically clicking against the floor.

And just as you were giving up hope, you were leaning against your car - red orange leaves scattered across the driveway, the smell of rain soaked grass tinting the autumn air - and Billy was back to winking at you in the hallways and asking you to tutor him after school.

He always arrived late and sometimes never even showed up (giving you vague apologies the next session), but you never minded. Especially not when he'd slouch in his seat, roll up the cuffs of his sleeves to expose his biceps and shoot you that charismatic wink.

"You're real smart, you know that? I could never get my fucking head around math." he'd once said, speaking up to the ceiling. Heat crept onto your cheeks at his compliment, butterflies fluttering in your abdomen.

"Thanks, Billy. I don't know, it's just... I work hard, I think that's it."

He hummed quietly, left hand reaching into his back pocket for a cigarette and a lighter, the sight of which immediately made you tense.

"Uh, I don't think we're allowed to smoke in here-"

Holding up his pointer finger to shush you, he lit the cigarette quickly before inhaling deeply, a slow exhale of toxic smoke being released from his wet lips.

"Relax, babygirl. We won't get caught."

All arguments died in your mouth when the word 'babygirl' reached your ears, a fuzzy haze settling over your confused mind. Billy noticed with an internal smirk that the nickname clearly got you flustered as you quickly uncrossed your legs under your skirt and began to stutter awkwardly, attempting to get back to the lesson at hand.

You were just too easy to control, he thought. Shy, goody two shoes, innocent disposition - on top of fierce loyalty that meant you'd never question him.

The perfect toy.

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By the time winter had begun to descend onto the town - blankets of white snow covering the grey pavement and barren trees lining the roads - it was undeniable. You were utterly, totally infatuated with Billy Hargrove.

It was the week before winter break when you were flicking snowflakes off from your jacket, shuddering in the cold before a familiar car rolled to a stop before you. It was Billy, lowering his window and asking you if you wanted a ride back home.

"I'm on my way to the mall, so as long as your house is that way-"

"Oh actually it isn't-"

"Great, then you can just walk from the mall. Now get in."

You shrugged, figuring that it would beat walking the extra fifteen minutes on foot in this freezing cold. Strapping yourself into the front seat, there was an awkward silence that hung in the air before you worked up the nerves to ask him the question that'd been plaguging your mind.

"Are you staying in Hawkins for the winter break?"

The truth was that the thought of not being able to see him for weeks on end over the winter break made your stomach twist with discomfort and sadness, even if the company Billy currently gave you was questionable. Weeks alternated between him doting over you, following you around and calling you sweet names, and then weeks of him ignoring or slyly insulting you in front of his friends.

It was incredibly confusing and frustrating. But there had to be something behind it all, you reasoned. Why you were the only girl that Billy kept around for the entirety of the school year.

At your sudden question, Billy pulled over his car, an unreadable expression on his face as he gave you an unceremonious shrug.

"Not sure. Why'd you ask?"

The seatbelt around your body suddenly felt too tight, the winter coldness seeping in through the heat being blasted in the car.

"I was just wondering if... you know, you're going to be around here in town we can like... hang out? I'll be working part-time at a cafe but other than that I'm quite fr-"

"Yeah, yeah, sounds great, babe." he dismissed you with a quick wave, but you were content so long as he called you babe.

His heart twisted with erotic satisfaction with the way you flashed him that hopeful smile, so kind and trusting, before you kissed his cheek and hopped out of the car.

You ended only seeing him once during the break: it was a complete accident too, not that you noticed. Him and his friends just happened to stroll into the cafe you worked at and you perked up immediately, all gloomy thoughts being washed away in an instant. He'd flashed you that charming smile, apologized for not calling - "things are crazy busy back home, you know?" - and you accepted it.

"Anyways, can I get these for free?" he'd asked, holding up a few bags of pastries up in the air.

"Sure."

Robin had watched the entire interaction play out from the back of the store and was quick to approach you as soon as they left.

"What did that asshole want?" she growled, side eyeing the direction where Billy had just left. You frowned at that as you re-adjusted your apron.

"You really have to stop calling him that, Robin."

"Why? He's the biggest asshole this town's ever fucking seen. (Y/n), he's been doing nothing but toying with you - treating you hot and cold, all over the place." she pleaded, following you around the store as you attempted to dodge the conversation. Noticing your silence and stern straightforward gaze, she sighed, cutting your footsteps off by standing in front of you. "I'm - Nancy and Steve too - worried about you. Billy's been nothing but horrible to you for almost two semesters straight and you still haven't cut him off-"

Robin jumped at the sudden loud sound you made when you slammed your serving tray down onto a nearby table, a shaky breath leaving your lips before you slowly re-composed yourself. You didn't even bother to look up at your best friend as you gathered up the stack of dirty plates.

"None of you have any idea what's actually going on. I get that you all worry, and I'm grateful that you all care, but this is between me and Billy, okay? There are just some things you three can't understand because you're just looking in from the outside." you hurriedly explained, anger bubbling to the top. "I just, I need-"

An uneasy sigh escaped your lips.

"I need you all to support me instead of fighting me all the time on things like this. Please."

Robin looked like she wanted to say more, hands clenched by her sides. But one hopeless look from you and she caved, shutting her mouth.

"Alright, fine. Just... be careful, okay?"

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It takes until spring time for you to finally see the truth.

All the memories of your friends warning you about Billy throughout the year now play like a broken record in your head. You're leaning against the chipped wooden wall of a huge surburban house, your frantic breaths coming out in white whisps of air.

It was a house party. You'd come along at the request of Steve and Robin but quickly lost sight of them when you saw Billy smoking with a few of his basketball friends by the balcony. All thoughts of having a great night by your best friends dissipated at the glorious sight of him sitting there, legs spread, his lips toying with the lit cigarette.

"I'll catch you guys around, okay?" you'd yelled over the music, pushing through the crowd before either of them could protest. Wiping your palms on your jeans, you carefully trodded towards the group of boys, feeling Billy's friends all turn their judgmental gazes at you.

"Hi Billy." you managed to whisper. He shot you half a glance, an amused smirk on his face which you mistook for genuine interest.

"Hey."

He turned around to continue his conversation with his friends, making your shoulders deflate in disappointment. You'd been after him for almost a year now and he couldn't even spare you more than one word? Suddenly feeling brave, you tapped on his shoulder again, to which he audibly groaned.

"Why the fuck are you still bothering me?" he spat out, eyes blazing with anger. It hit you then all at once, how you were never anything but gentle and kind with him, but he was at times so... unnecessarily cruel and mean.

"Why... why are you being so mean to me?"

The question slipped out of your mouth instinctively, unconsciously. The loud chatter amongst the basketball players stopped and Billy's posture shifted, his expression morphing from one of boredom and annoyance to... pure evil. He let out a long chuckle, blonde trussels of hair covering his eyes as his head shook with laughter.

"God, are you that fucking dense?" he growled, stubbing his lit cigarette against an ashtray.

He sounded angry. No, furious. His entire body was tense and your first instinct was to comfort him, one hand reaching out to him. But he was quick to grab you by the forearm and back you up against the wall, the loud house music now muted in your ears.

"You still don't get it, do you? What, I call you 'babygirl' and 'babe' a few times and hang out with you after school and you think I'm gonna get on one knee and propose? Huh? Think I’d go home with you to meet mommy and daddy?"

His friends bursted out into a chorus of obnoxious laughter at that comment, Billy's ego on fire as he leaned in even closer. At this proximity, you could count the freckles dotting his cheeks and smell the stench of cigarattes on his lips.

"Listen. You’re just a brainless slut who needs to learn her place. Maybe when you learn to shut up-" he growled, pausing ever so slightly to look down at your top. "Then I’ll fuck you, like the charity case you are."

He shoved off of you after that, hands already turning to his back pocket to light another cigarette.

"Now piss off."

And here you are now.

You don't really know how you managed to get out of that room - feet stumbling, chest heavy, heart crumbling in between pained gasps. What you do know is that the freezing winds clawing at your exposed skin feel like nothing compared to the crushing weight you feel on your chest.

Your legs practically give out from pure exhaustion and you fall down onto the front steps of the porch, head immediately falling to your knees.

You feel pathetic. You feel embarrassed. You feel angry.

And yet, above all, you feel heartbroken.

You can practically hear your best friends' responses in the back of your mind - "see, we told you!""you should've listened to us!". They're right, of course. They were right all along.

But the last thing you want right now is a lecture.

So even if walking back inside and finding Robin and Steve is the smart thing to do, you decide against it, gritting your teeth. It's freezing out here, sure, but you much prefer it to the sweltering, body to body heat of the house party raging inside.

You're not even sure how much time passes before you feel someone else's presence behind you. Your head is still in your lap, tears falling faster than rain, shaky hands grasping and ungrasping your knees in discomfort.

The figure awkwardly clears their throat, making you flinch and pick your head up. Your first immediate thought is that it's Billy, coming to take a victory lap and make you feel worse.

But it's not.

It's Eddie Munson. Infamous repeat senior and D&D enthusiast. You've shared, at most, two classes with him: but you always sat in the front and he always sat in the back, loitering and doodling into his notebooks. You know of him, but you've never really spoken to him.

Nonetheless, right now, he's standing in front of you, holding his hands up in a mock surrender.

"Relax, it's just me." He then lowers his hands ever so slightly, before moving to take off his jacket. "It's super cold out here, could I, uh-"

He gestures with his hands, indicating that he wants to know if it's okay to drape the fabric over your exposed shoulders. You nod slowly, the warmth in his eyes too fierce to decline. It feels foreign, you think, having someone look at you like that when Billy's never looked at you with any warmth.

Eddie grins at your response, moving to sit down next to you on the steps before carefully wrapping the jacket over your figure.

Warmth floods your body - much needed warmth - and you subconsciously find yourself burrowing further into the fabric. It carries a comforting, earthy smell: a mix of rain soaked dirt, fresh wood and a bit of weed. The weight's also nice against your shoulders, grounding you back towards reality.

"Thank you." you quietly mutter, cautiously peering up at his face. You don't really know what he's feeling - is it pity? Is it another prank? Is he out here to smoke and you just happened to be in the way? But he simply leans back, ring clad hands waving away your concerns.

"Nah, it's nothing. Least I can do, when this shithole town plunges into fucking Siberian winter every spring."

His joke makes you laugh a bit, tension loosening from your chest. He's practically a stranger to you but there's an inviting aura around him, a calm energy bubbling under the surface that makes you lower all your inhibitions.

It also helps, you suppose, that he's actually really attractive. Up close, you can survey his features much better under the dim house light hanging above. His well sculpted jawline, doe brown eyes, his slender fingers clanking with metal accessories as he runs a hand through his curly dark hair.

"So, uh... I know this is a dumb question but are you okay? I mean, relatively." he lamely adds, wincing at how he ends his question. Your eyes widen in alarm.

"D-did you see-"

"Billy fucking Hargrove being his usual douchebag self? Yeah." he counters, venom dripping from his voice. You bite your tongue, anxious at the prospect of having so many people witnessed that humiliating scene, which the metalhead seems to pick up on immediately. "But don't worry, not many people were looking. I just happened to be passing by. Promise."

He holds out a pinkie finger towards you, a boyish smile on his face. The gesture is kind of silly and immature, but his childlike joy is so contagious that you can't fault him for it, carefully wrapping your finger around his.

"I just... god, I feeling really fucking stupid right now." you confess, groaning into your hands. He clicks his tongue at that, raising his eyebrows.

"Miss straight A's, stupid? I hardly think so."

Lifting your head from your palms, you pause. Maybe it's the way he's handling you tonight - fragile, delicate, wrapping you in his jacket as if you're the most precious antique at a museum. Or maybe it's the way he looks at you so intently as you speak: nodding along to every word, smiling in between breaths, brushing his knees closer to you with every sentence exchanged.

But you feel safe. And as if you can tell him anything.

"If I tell you something, can you promise it stays between us?" you shakily ask, this time offering your pinkie finger towards him. His eyes switch between staring at your finger and your face, before he nods enthusiastically and wraps his finger around yours.

"Absolutely. I love secrets." he teases, making you roll your eyes.

"Okay, well... I know it's dumb but I... I really thought Billy liked me. I thought it all meant something, you know? All the time we spent together. Him calling me all those pet names. Him driving me back home that one time and promising to hang out with me over winter break..." you swallow nervously, toying with the zipper of Eddie's jacket. "The worst part is I really liked him. Even when he showed up late. Even when he ignored me."

You let out a shaky breath, sucking in cold air.

"And even right now, I can't find it in myself to totally hate him. I know that's pathetic." you curse, wiping away a stray tear angrily. Eddie shifts closer towards you at that.

"Hey, no, it's not pathetic at all. Stop being so mean to yourself. The only person at fault is Billy." he reassures you, his knees now brushing directly up against yours. His presence is quiet but comforting, a steady hand placed alongside your shaky ones.

"I wasted an entire year on him, Eddie. One whole year I'll never get back."

The statement hangs heavy in the air, your voice filled with pure grief and rage. You don't even realize you're crying again until his cool fingers brush against your cheeks, wiping away your tears tenderly as his eyes survey your face - hazel orbs burning with care and compassion.

"So fuck him. You start this year brand new, that's the whole point of spring, right? Cut Billy out completely and focus on spending time with people who love and care about you, people who actually know you. Whether that's King Harrington or Wheeler or a repeat senior/devil-worshipper with a jean jacket."

A giggle escapes your lips at his joke.

"And what could you possibly know about me, Eddie Munson?" you tease, sniffling. Eddie looks offended, placing a hand on his hcest.

"Hey, we might not have ever officially talked, but I'm more perceptive than I look!" he argues. "For example, I know that you like sunflowers and dogs. I know that you volunteer at an animal shelter every weekend and you prefer rainy days over sunny days. I also know that you're really sweet, smart and hardworking. But above all... I know that you're an incredible, super beautiful, once-in-a-lifetime girl who doesn't deserve to be wasting tears on a dickhead like Hargrove."

You blink slowly at the metalhead, not having expected such a heartfelt and detailed response. His final sentence lingers in the air as Eddie then awkwardly laughs, scratching his neck. He's staring at you, trying to gauge your reaction, internally panicking that he's just crossed the line.

"That's... the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me." is all you can manage to say. Eddie blushes lightly at that, shooting you a small wink.

"Well, you deserve it."

Wiping at your wet eyes, you chuckle, hands gripping the wooden beams on the side as you shakily stand up.

"You wanna go back inside?" Eddie questions instantly, straightening up in a protective stance.

"Not really, to be honest. I'd rather be anywhere but the party right now." you confess, licking your lips to wet them. Eddie's eyes lights up at that, a mischevious smirk spreading on his lips.

"Then come with me. I drove here in my van, so I can drive you to your place. Or, even better, but only if you want, I can drive you to my hideout spot."

He's wiggling his eyebrows and teasing you, enticing you to join him in ditching this party. He extends one of his hands, waiting for you to take it, and you do instantly.

"That sounds great, Eddie."

The two of you shove through the crowds of drunk people relatively easily, the loud house music combined with your carefree laughter a heavenly sound to Eddie's ears. He can't believe you've just said yes, he can't believe the girl he's been silently crushing on for the past year has just agreed to sit in his van and go to his hideout spot with him-

Spotting Billy by the keg stand, a murderous rage fills Eddie's veins before he stops.

"What is it?" you question, confused. Eddie lets go of your hand, but not before giving your hand a comforting squeeze.

"Wait here for me for a bit, will you?"

Before you can even question what Eddie's going to do, he's walking away from you and making a bee-line towards Billy and his friends. You can't even make out what Eddie's saying over the music - all you see is Eddie saying something, Billy rolling his eyes and retorting something with an obnoxious smirk, before Eddie chuckles and throws a hard right punch at Billy's face.

The crowd around the two disperse, a chorus of "ooh" and "holy shit" erupting as Billy tumbles to the floor with a nasty thud. Eddie doesn't even look phased, a satisfied smile on his face as he turns around and walks up to you once more.

"Ready?" he asks you, holding your left hand again. You look back and see that Billy's been knocked out cold - which was surely going to bruise his ego for weeks to come. Shocked, you're speechless as you nod, not uttering a single word until Eddie's van door shuts behind you and the car pulls into the road.

"I'm sorry." Eddie then blurts out mid-drive. "If you're mad about me punching Billy, I totally understand, but I-I just had to do it, he hurt you and-"

You place a gentle hand on his leg, stopping him mid-rant.

"Eddie. I'm not mad at all. I was just silent because I was shocked that you'd punch THE Billy Hargrove for me."

Eddie chuckles at that, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, yeah. To be honest, I don't think there's much I wouldn't do for you, pretty girl."

Pretty girl.

You like that, you realize. It's wholly different from Billy's infamous 'babygirl'. Even better, it's genuine and believable coming from Eddie.

When the van eventually lulls to a stop, you stop him from getting out, hands desperately flying on top of his on the steering wheel. He glances at you, confused, before you swallow nervously.

"Did you, uh... mean what you said back there? About me being able to start over this year? A new spring and everything, without Billy?"

You're so close to him that you can individually count the droplets of water adorning his hairline from the spring rain, his lips suddenly mere inches from yours. Your eyes subconsciously flicker down to stare at his lips before quickly snapping back up to look into his eyes, a movement which doesn't go unnoticed by Eddie. He hides the revelation with a slow smile.

"I meant it wholeheartedly. You deserve a life without Billy. New year, new spring."

Eddie then slowly leans in, giving you ample time to back out. But your lashes flutter shut and he takes it as the sign to close the gap completely. His lips are slightly bitter and cold against yours, one of his hands flying up to cup your cheeks as you lean in even closer. He tastes like a mix of lukewarm beer and your peach chapstick, a tangy sweetness lingering in your mouth once you pull away.

"I could be your new spring, if you'd like." he teases lowly, brushing away strands of hair from your eyes. The affectionate gesture sends a chill down your spine, head fuzzy with adoration.

"I'd like that."

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Not Like The Movies

part one - read part two here

[description]: steve x fem!reader, steve x robin dialogue, mentions of eddie & nancy, jealous/angsty steve, there is a happy ending (although it doesn’t really end yet), there will be a part two containing smut + eddie munson dw

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[summary]: steve is acting weird, all because you’re going on a date with eddie munson. but why would he care who you date?

[cw]: 18+, angst, slight fluff, swearing, alcohol, doesn’t follow the exact timeline of the show, no smut in this part

[an]: my first fic. i’m pretty terrified so please be nice! this is very loosely inspired by a fic i started and lost in the middle of reading, about steve being a jealous wreck. i wasn’t able to find it to finish reading it and that made me sad so here we are. it’s a little bit of everything, i don’t really know what my writing style is yet. honestly i have no idea what i’m doing but i worked hard on this so it would suck not to share it. i intended for this to be short but i got carried away. i’m sorry if it’s long winded, i kind of ramble. a lot. i didn’t grammar check throughly so there may be mistakes.

“Why are you asking me this again?” Steve had you trapped during your break at Family Video, while he interrogated you for the third time today.

You had gone over this so many times with him, you thought if you repeated yourself again your head may explode. “He’s a nice guy and we have a lot in common. Honestly Steve, why does it even matter?” You stood up from the table, kicking the chair from beneath you and made your way for the door. Sure, you knew you were acting like a brat, but Steve deserved it. You needed to escape the never ending questions you’d had since you told Steve that Eddie Munson asked you to hang out. He had been relentless, and his curiosity bewildered you.

Steve rolled his eyes, trailing behind you. “You have a lot in common with Eddie Munson?” He clearly wasn’t buying it.

“Maybe I do.” You shrugged.

“We have a lot more in common then you and Eddie Munson ever have.” He muttered it under his breath, so low you weren’t sure you were meant to hear it.

You turned from the doorway to raise your eyebrows at him. You’d been dealt your fair share of disappointment from Steve, but still the way he put you both in the same sentence made your heart race. It was because of how similar you were that you always knew you and Steve made the most sense. You liked the same music, hung out with the same people when you were in high school, even your parents loved each other. Granted he cared more about his social status than you ever had, but there was a reason you’d fell in love with him. And then there was the reason you couldn’t love him anymore.

Steve was suddenly ahead of you, pushing his body into the doorway, blocking your escape. At this point, you wanted to shove him through the door frame and never speak to him again. “That ship sailed months ago, and that was your choice, remember?”

Of course he remembered. It was seared into his brain and replayed every time he saw you. He could remember your eyes filling up with tears. He could see you frozen, cross legged on his bed, drunk and broken. But he could never admit to you how the guilt and regret swallowed him whole everyday. He remembered every second of that night, the night you handed him your heart and he shattered it.

He shook his head, trying to forget. “I just don’t think Eddie’s right for you. I mean, the dudes still in high school.”

That did it. “That’s rich coming from you!

“So It’s fine for King Steve to parade with children from Hawkins High ‘to try and save the world’ but I can’t go on a date with a twenty year old?”

“I mean, we kind of did save the world but-“ he stopped himself from finishing, because he knew the rest of what you said was true. It didn’t matter that Eddie was still in high school. He just didn’t want you to know the real reason he cared. Because to Steve, it didn’t actually matter who Eddie was at all. It just mattered that it was you.

“I’m going to the movies with Eddie tonight and you’re just going to have to get over it! Now if you’d politely move the hell out of the way, I have shit to do.”

“Fine! Whatever. Have a great time with Eddie Munson.” Steve, now clearly sulking, shrugged his shoulders and let you past.

For the rest of your shift, he pretty much avoided you. Steve would causally talk about work, but otherwise pretended you weren’t there. And although you were glad he’d let it go, you were kind of sad about it. He’d given up. But that was what you wanted, right?

———

You were scrolling through the late returns log on the front counter, trying to do anything to ignore the obvious silent treatment from Steve. Robin and him were handling the returns boxes that had piled up from a busy week. The interrogating had moved from you to Steve, but this time Robin was doing the questioning. “What the hell is going on with you both today?”

“Nothing. Everything’s just great.” Steve was nearly throwing the returns back on the for rent shelf. “Unless your goal is to destroy the latest copy of ‘Ferris Buellers Day Off’, I’d assume everything isn’t ‘great’, Dingus.” Robin grabbed the returns box from him and held it hostage from Steve’s grasp. “Words exist for a reason Harrington. Could you, I ‘dunno, use them? For once?”

“Can you just give it back? I really don’t have time for this Robin.” He held his hands out for the box, and Robin pulled them further from him. “Only if you tell me what’s going on Captain Heavy Hands.” Steve raised his eyebrows at her, “‘Captain Heavy Hands?’”. Robin didn’t flinch at his disapproval, she just extended her arms and held the box further away.

“The last time it was like this was when y/n was drunk at that dumb party and then you both were acting so lame around each other for weeks. I mean I know we’re together a lot and there’s all this pent up testosterone or whatever hormones are going around, plus the whole ‘evil monsters living underground’ thing, oh and then there was those Russians and then the mall burnt down but you know, you really should just relax because….”

Robin kept talking, but Steve stopped hearing what she was saying. He was looking in your direction, watching you mindlessly read through the logs on the desk. He couldn’t help but stare. He thought you were perfect. Watching you twirl a loose strand of hair through your fingers. How your legs crossed over the chair where you sat, showing the bare skinned gap between your knee highs and your skirt. He could watch you forever. And then, he felt gross all over again. He felt like an idiot. This was all his fault. Knowing Eddie Munson would be using his hands all over you tonight. He’d be the one to touch your thighs and feel your skin. He’d get to watch you and your messy curls that framed your face. He’d get to do whatever he wanted with you. It could’ve been him, but nope, it was Eddie fucking Munson.

“Earth to Dingus-“ Robin was suddenly in Steve’s view, waving her hand in his face. She followed his eye line towards the main desk, where you were sitting. And just like that it clicked. Robin smiled. “Wait a minute. You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“What? No.” He shook his head, seemingly trying to convince himself. He had his palm under his chin, rejecting Robin as if she was crazy and had no idea what she was talking about. And still, his eyes never left you.

“Don’t lie to me Steve. Your face says it all. You’re jealous that y/n is going on a date with Eddie Munson. She told me he’s taking her to see Reanimator tonight. I mean sure I think it’s kind of weird but like, eventually she had to be able to go out with someone. Who knew it would be Eddie Munson of all people.” As she spoke she turned her head away from Steve to look at you. And then they were both staring. Steve continued to play dumb. “Jealous over Eddie Munson? The douchebag who hasn’t even graduated high school? Yeah, right.” Robin scoffed.

You just happened to look up to catch both of them staring at you. Gawking like you had something on your face. Staring right back at them, you gave them the middle finger, and smiled sarcastically. Steve rolled his eyes and took the returns box back from Robin.

Robin turned from your gesture, snickering to herself, and dropping her jaw to Steve out of your view. “Close your mouth Rob before you catch a fly.”

She closed her mouth making a popping sound. “Holy shit! King Steve is jealous. I never thought I’d see the day. Well stop being such a miserable mavis and go tell her! I mean what’s the worst that can happen? Other than what happened last time when she-“

Steve finished emptying the box while Robin continued on as usual. He wanted to deny his jealousy, and the guilt that consumed him. But Steve couldn’t lie to Robin. “Alright alright. I guess I am a little jealous.

“But there’s not much I can do about it. I already screwed that one up.”

———

For so many years you’d been best friends with Steve, and for almost all of them you’d known that you were in love with him. You knew it so much it felt like fire spread within your chest every time he was near. It felt so obvious to you, but somehow he never noticed. That was fine with you, because he was your best friend regardless, and even if he wasn’t technically yours, it felt like he was. That had been enough.

That was until Nancy Wheeler came around and then everything changed. He wasn’t your Steve anymore. The long drives he’d take you on stopped, the sleepovers you had ended. He stopped calling to see how your day was. You weren’t just no longer best friends, it was like you didn’t exist at all. But you got it, even if it hurt like hell. Steve was happy and you loved him enough to know that was all that mattered.

But then last summer, Nancy decided to leave him, and just like that you got ‘your’ Steve back. It confused and hurt you to see him pained by their breakup. It made you angry in ways you couldn’t explain to him, because he didn’t know the truth of how you felt. You had never told anyone. You didn’t want to ruin what you had. Until the day you decided you couldn’t hide from him anymore. You wanted to tell him just how much you needed him. How even though you pretended it was fine, watching him everyday with Nancy had felt like torture. And that watching her break his heart had broke yours too. You wanted to tell him that you thought he deserved more than that, and you knew you could give it to him. You wanted to confess it all, and hoped he’d sweep you in his arms and you’d go running off into the sunset or whatever, you know, the kind of stuff that happens in movies.

Maybe if you had waited a little longer, maybe that’s what you would’ve got. Maybe he would’ve been ready.

That night, he really wasn’t ready. Before you spilled your guts in a drunken ramble, he drove you both to his house after Matthew Sawyer’s house party. It wasn’t much different from any other night before Nancy. You finally had your best friend back. And while everything was as it should be again, the knowing of what the loss of your friendship with Steve felt like made you feel some sort of urgency. Like you could lose him all over again. Because he was back for now, but what if he found someone else? What if Nancy came back? Sure, he was King Steve after all, he’d go on more dates and have wild nights with girls you could only dream of looking like, but if he found another ‘Nancy’, you’d never stand a chance. You’d lose him all over again.

So through all your drunken thoughts, after far too many beers, you decided now was the time. It was probably the liquid courage, but it was now or never. You were wrapped up in his bed, wearing your favourite yellow sweatshirt of his that was way too big for you. Steve was sober, and getting settled at the tail of the bed, how you’d both usually stay during your sleepovers.

“Steve? Can I tell you something?”

“Of course. You know you can tell me anything.”

You unwrapped yourself from the sheets, and crawled towards him, sitting cross legged at the bottoms of his bed, staring with wide eyes right at him. He looked utterly confused. “What’s going on y/n?”. You took a deep breath, and while you tugged at the frail fabric of his sweatshirt sleeves, you spilled your guts to him for a solid five minutes. Talking in drunken circles and way, way too fast. When you finally finished your beer fuelled monologue, you threw your hands on your face to hide in fear and put your head in your lap.

Steve’s reaction was anything but your ‘happy ending’. Nothing like those dumb movies. He stood up, he paced for a few minutes, running his hands thru his hair, before he sat down in a desk chair across from you. You sat upright, peaking at him between your fingers which still shielded your face. You knew whatever he said next wasn’t going to be good. You wanted to travel back in time to ten minutes ago before you decided to open your stupid mouth. You wanted to scream where you sat. But you couldn’t move, you just sat there, frozen.

“You cant be in love with me.” He told you. “Y/n, you’re my best friend. That’s all we’ve ever been and all we will ever be. I’m so sorry.”

But, that was months ago, and you both had moved along as if that night never happened. The thought of that night filled you with burning embarrassment, so much so you had emotionally blacked out the fact it ever even happened. And it took awhile, but eventually, things were basically the same. Steve was still your best friend and he didn’t treat you any differently. And that was it. He was still ‘King Steve’, and once the heartbreak of Nancy subsided, you watched as more of his typical one night stands came and went.

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When your shift was finally over, you said bye to Robin and followed Steve to his car. He always drove you home, and although he was obviously not in a great mood, tonight was no different. It was dark out now, and the drive home was quiet. Steve barely moved his eyes from in front of him other than the occasional hand through his hair. You kept playing with the radio and putting your window up and down just to fill up the dead space. It felt like eternity had passed until the car finally pulled into your driveway.

“Thanks for the silent ride, Harrington.” You grabbed your bag and went to open the car door when you realised you couldn’t leave. The doors were locked.

“What the fuck, Steve?”

“Don’t have a heart attack alright? I’ll unlock the doors and you can go have your precious date with Eddie or whatever. I just need to talk to you before you go.”

“What more could there possibly be to talk-“ Steve cut you off before you could finish. His eyes were glued to his own hands, still grasping the steering wheel in front of him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he spoke.

“You can’t go on this date.” He was so matter of fact.

“Why the hell not?”

“You know why.”

You could feel the rage inside you mounding again, and you didn’t know why you did it, but you threw your hands in the air. “Wow. Really, Steve? What the fuck is so wrong with him? Better yet, what the fuck is wrong with you!?” And that was it, you snapped.

“You haven’t got off my back since I told you he asked me out. Is it seriously that he’s still in high school? Talk about hypocritical much! What could possibly be so wrong with Eddie Munson that I can’t go to watch a fucking movie with him? Is he some demodouche from the upside down that’s going to try and murder me? Because at this point that’s the only possible valid reason you could still be talking about my dumb date!” You had your arms crossed around your chest now, clutching your bag so hard your knuckles were turning white.

He rolled his eyes. “Look, this isn’t about Eddie or any other horndog guy who looks your way. I really hate this.”

“Hate what? What other guys? What the fuck are you even talking about Steve!?”

He turned from the steering wheel so he could see your face, putting his hand under your chin so you were resting on his fingertips. “I want you, y/n.”

Just like the snap of a finger, the anger drained from your face and out through your toes. You instantly became a puddle of nothing. This couldn’t be right. This wasn’t the same Steve who turned you down last summer.

You pulled his hand from your face and watched him, searching his eyes, like you were protecting yourself from him. How could this be happening? You finally decide to try to and move on and now here he was, Steve Harrington, telling you he wants you?

“I don’t understand.” Your anger had obviously wavered, now you just sounded defeated.

His hands fell to his side, but his eyes never left yours. “I guess I always thought it would be you. Or maybe, I knew it should’ve been. I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think I could be with anyone that way, because it was supposed to be you. But then I went out with Nancy and-“ he was practically whispering as he finished his sentence. He felt awful for even having to bring her up. He scanned your face, looking for any sense of response to what he was telling you. But you were completely froze, impossible to read. “Once I’d experienced whatever ‘love’ was meant to be, and then after what happened, I just was numb to it all. That night, you had so much to drink, and well, I still wasn’t out of that numbness. I can still see you sitting there at the edge of my bed, in my sweatshirt.” He closed his eyes, shuttering at the memory.

“I want you, y/n. I always have wanted you. I was just, I don’t know, scared. Scared of losing you. Scared of what going there with you could mean because if it ended the same way my last relationship did..” He fell silent.

And then he unlocked the car doors. “You can go out with Eddie if you want, I’m not going to stop you. I know this isn’t up to me.”

You we’re still sat there stiff, frozen from the shock. You hadn’t felt this speechless since last summer. But here you were now, totally speechless again, but this time, because Steve wanted you. The serene bliss of your magic movie scene you had hoped for all those months before. And now of course, everything made sense. Why he had so many pointless questions about your date with Eddie. Why he seemed so upset by the idea of you going on a date at all.

Just like you’d used Steve’s silence to escape his questions earlier that day, he used your silence too. He placed his hands on your face, pulling you slowly towards him. You could tell he was apprehensive, expecting you to reject him at a moments notice. But he continued, he leant over the middle console, his eyes looking directly into yours, darkening as he spoke. “I mean it, y/n. I want you. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to give me the chance. But I couldn’t let you go without telling you. I want you. I want you in every way. And I want you now.”

You didn’t move at first. You couldn’t. Heat was radiating from your entire being, you felt like your fingertips could light a fire. This was all you’d wanted for years. And you knew you wanted him the same way he wanted you. But you were scared, and he could feel your fear. Somehow, you found the strength to move.

You reached behind you toward your door, and Steve felt his heart dropping to his knees. Just as he thought you were teaching for the door handle, you pressed the small black button on the window above it, locking you both in the car again.

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Hi there, I wanted to request a second part for your a/b/o eddie munson fic where the reader is pregnant. The idea was eddie being protective of the reader and just helping reader around comforting him when he needed it. When the baby comes eddie is the sweetest dad and partner ever. Sorry if this not too specific and if you don't feel comfortable writing it, it's cool. Thank you ❤️

Dude you're fine dw

After (name) told Eddie he was pregnant the Alpha was far more protective, not letting (name) hold anything heavier than a cup and scenting him whenever he could and even bringing him to D&D nights or hosting them at their house to make sure his mate was in his line of sight.

Be also had Dustin and his friends help out whenever they could though he didn't really have to ask Dustin, the teenager was more than happy to help his older brother.

At the 21 week mark (name) felt his baby kick for the first time, dropping his glass at the sudden shock and thankful the cup was plastic as Eddie ran into the room in a panic "fuck! You ok?!" As the others ran out as well to see (name) staring at his stomach in awe "he kicked..." He said softly and Eddie stared back at him "he did?"

(Name) gently took his hands and placed them where he felt the kick and after a minute Eddie felt a little foot against his hand "holy shit..." Eddie was in awe as the others gathered around and (name) let them feel "whoa, that's a weird feeling" Lukas mumbled and (name) chuckled at his words "go sit down baby, we can clean this up" Eddie finally said as he got his mate another drink.

Something everyone noticed was Eddie maturing far more after he learned about his unborn son, still silly and playful but he was finally becoming an adult.

(Name) was wandering around the malls baby stores with Robin, looking at some clothes "oh god robin!" (Name) said with teary eyes as he held a tiny iron maiden shirt "He can match Eddie!"

"But (name)...look at this" Robin said as she held up a tiny Dungeons and dragons fuzzy onsie with various dice in them in fun colors "oh that's so cute!"

The two ended up leaving with both items and a few others, robin getting him out of there before he cried and lactated again.

"I wonder what he's gonna look like... I hope he has Eddie's eyes" (name) mumbled as he took another bite of his ice cream, the duo taking a break to let (name) rest his feet "all I can imagine is him coming out full vest and perm" Robin laughed and (name) snorted at this playfully.

When (name) came home he wasn't expecting the entire D&D club + Eddie's shop employees Yelling while they set up the baby room, Mike, Steve and Dustin arguing over where they should place shelves while Luke and Will helped Eddie put together frantically and growing frustrated at the stupid instructions.

"What's all this?" (Name) asked as the alphas and betas halted to look at the pregnant Omega and the pups god mother who were staring in a mixture of shock and amusement "babe! You aren't supposed to be back till four!"

"It's four thirty..." (Name) said softly as Eddie came up and immediately put his hands on the omegas belly "what's going on?"

"We were trying to surprise you with the baby room set up..." Mike said awkwardly as the men looked almost shy that they got caught "O-oh..well I can go back and you guys can finish!"

"Don't worry baby, just go relax... What's in the bag?" Eddie asked as he eyed the bags in Robin and (name)s hands and noticed the Cinnabon bag"I got some Cinnabon, you guys can come out and grab one if you like" everyone perked up at this and practically abandoned the task at hand "I also got some more baby stuff... I couldn't help myself!"

The blood and found family gathered in the small kitchen and ate, Eddie having (name) in his lap and his alpha instincts began showing as he fed his mate but no one commented knowing it was common for alphas to act like this with a pregnant omega, hell half the room struggled not to feed (name) who just looked almost dazed

(Name) was eight months pregnant as he waddled into the shop, greeting some people he knew as he carried Eddie's lunch, summer had begun and the shop was packed as the Satan panic had long died out.

Dustin and the others took a part time job at the shop, Eddie thankful for the extra hands while Max and Eleven came in every so often to annoy them.

"Dusty where's Eddie?" (Name) asked with a slight grunt while avoiding anything hitting his bump, the teens immediately swarming the Omega and taking the stuff of his hands "dude you're way too pregnant to be walking out and about! Eddie told me you're supposed to be resting!" Dustin scolded his elder brother who pinched him in turn "I have been laying down all day, he forgot his lunch and don't worry! Mom drove me!" (Name) said happily and got the teens to stop crowding him "baby? What are you doing here?" Eddie said as he popped from the back area, monitoring the board game area when he smelt (name)s sweet honey and (scent/scents) pharamones the second he entered the store even over the smell of b.o and teens who couldn't control their pharamones.

"You forgot your lunch, don't worry my mom drove me here" (name) said with a huff as he let his alpha hold him close "you should be resting" Eddie was constantly worried and Dustin noticed the look on his brothers face and took a step back.

He hadn't seen that look since the time billy tried to get into (name)s pants back in (name)s high school days.

"I sat all day! I'm fine!" He snapped back and Eddie didn't know what to do, (name) was never really the barky type of person more soft and up beat.

"I know baby but ---"

"I just wanted to see you and give you your lunch!" (Name) said as his anger shifted to sadness and tears welled up in his eyes.

This was something Eddie knew how to deal with, the omegas constant mood shifts were common at the munson household and gently he led (name) to the employee area and set him in his lap and began crooning and scenting the Omega to calm him down "shhh it's ok sweetheart"

"I-Im sorry Eddie, I'm a mess" (name) cried out as he hid his face in his alphas neck, clinging to him while Eddie rubbed his bump "it's on baby, it's hard on you"

Eventually (name) calmed down and Eddie smiled at him, the smile that made (name) fall for him.

"There's my angel" Eddie said softly as he kissed (name) gently "my shift ends in two hours, how about you get us some snacks and when I get off we can watch a movie and I rub your feet"

He could hear (name) purr at the offer and grind slightly against him only to get stopped "not here baby" ever since (name) got pregnant be was insatiable in more than one way and Eddie was kind of loving it.

"Later?"

"I promise angel, is your mom still here?"

"I think she had to go see my aunt..."

"Wheeler!" Eddie yelled out and Mike popped his head in "yeah?"

"Drive (name) to the store and then home yeah?"

Mike didn't bother arguing as he helped (name) out of the store, letting the Omega fix his hair instinctively.

It was 2 am when (name)s water broke, four days before the due date "EDDIE!" (Name) yelled panicked as his mate jumped up "what?!"

"He's coming!"

"Who? oh shit!" Eddie immediately went into action and got the go bag, helping (name) out of bed before the two managed to get to the car, Eddie driving like a mad man to the hospital only to get pulled over half way by Hop.

"Why the hell are you driving so fast?!" Hop asked incredulously as he flashed a light in "the baby is coming!" Eddie panicked and hop looked over to see an in pain (name) "shit--"

"Hop dismissed them and Eddie went back to driving to the hospital.

Due to being a male Omega (name) had a C-section, a little loopy from the pain meds he held his son close, a spitting image of Eddie, short curly brown tuffs of hair and those warm chocolate eyes "he's so small..." Eddie said softly as he gently touched the babes chubby cheek "our little pup..."

"God he's beautiful"

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mrvlbimbo · 2 years

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Ok, omfgomfgomfg ilysm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I went through like a lot of your blog (I think lol) just now at 11:47 bc idc about sleep and ilysm and your blog!!!!!

Can we get something about reader getting into a fight with a jock because he hit and/or upset Eddie? Like, maybe she could kick his ass but she would also have gotten her fair share of hits?

If you don't want to that is absolutely fine!

I love you so much x1000000000000000000000000000000000

Aaaaa I love this. Also I noticed u liking a bunch of my posts hehe.

I’ve been writing sm fluffy stuff lately I’m in my lovey-dovey era ig. Dw though I’m gonna post some full on smut later today I think.

Warnings: fighting, bruises and blood it’s minimal but it’s there, very mildly suggestive I think

“You talk about him like that again and I will fucking kill you,” she snapped at the jock who had been pestering Eddie all afternoon.

Even before that this guy was causing problems for them, him being the reason they were all in detention.

Maybe they were the ones at fault for saying his mom was “way bangable” and questioning how he could even be her son. But that didn’t give him the right to punch Eddie in the face.

So now they were all sitting in a cold and empty classroom, teacher long gone, waiting for the clock to hit 5:00 so they could leave.

The time was almost up when that idiot opened his mouth, prompting her response which he just chuckled at.

“Munson, control your slut,” the jock grumbled, barely able to get the words out before her fist was colliding with his face.

She got the first hit in so she was at an advantage, the solid rings on her fingers snapping against his jaw harshly as she refused to hold anything back.

Despite her ruthlessness, he was far larger and he also got a few hits in in the short time they were tussling. The time was short because before long Eddie was pulling her away, murmuring something under his breath and urging her to leave with him.

And so they left, a subtly awkward silence following them the whole car ride back to his trailer and until they sat down on the couch together.

She fiddled with her rings, trying to find something to say. This motion drew his eyes to her knuckles, which were busted and bruised from her earlier fight.

“C’mon let’s clean you up,” he grumbled, grabbing her forearm and leading her into the bathroom.

She hopped onto the counter infront of him and let him get to work on her hands. He cleaned and bandaged her knuckles while she looked down at his concentrated expression.

His eyebrows were furrowed in concern and he bit his lip slightly, his big brown eyes narrowing at the cuts on her hand and flinching away from the blood. “You didn’t have to do that,” he said finally.

“Yeah I did,” she replied simply, shrugging her shoulders and moving her torso a bit too much. She flinched and he noticed immediately.

“Take your shirt off,” he demanded.

“Ooooo. Gettin risky. I like your style, Munson,” she teased peeling her shirt off and throwing it on the floor haphazardly.

His fingers ghosted over the bruises that were already showing on her torso. “I’m so sorry,” he choked out, his voice was broken as if he was about to cry.

“Eds. It’s not your fault.” She brought her bandaged hands up to cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at her eyes instead of the purple splotches covering her abdomen.

His fingers dug into her waist in spots where there were no bruises. “Fuck. I shoulda stopped him.”

“Do you remember when we were at that rock concert and that rando grabbed my ass? You just fuckin went apeshit on him, I think you broke his nose.”

“Yeah of course I remember that.” He sighed, remembering the scared look on her face and the way she smiled thankfully at him after he dealt with things. They took a long break from concerts after that, his suggestion even though she assured him it was fine.

“We protect each other, that goes both ways,” she asserted, brushing her thumb over the apple of his cheek.

Without thinking, he closed the distance between them. His lips brushed softly against hers, barely even a kiss but the intention was clear.

“Eddie,” she breathed out, threading her hand in the back of his hair and drawing his mouth back to hers. This kiss was much more intense, her tongue slipping into his mouth as he moaned into it.

He pulled back, looking at her sparkling eyes and kiss bitten lips. “That was…wow.” He shook his head, trying to make sure this wasn’t all a dream.

“That was wow,” she giggled, fingers clasped around the neck of his shirt to hold his chest to hers.

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sunflowerharrington · 2 years

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EDDIE MUNSON SMUT FIC REQUEST

The reader and Eddie have been friends forever seeing as how they live across the street from each other. One day your hot water goes out and you have no where else to go. After showering you realize you didn’t bring a change of cloths so you ask your best friend and change in front of him without thinking.

Friends Don’t Look At Friends That Way (Gender Neutral Reader)

(not me screaming at a gif)

summary: the request, feat. dustin henderson (dw he’s not, like, there if you get what i mean)

notes: ok so this was written before volume two when everything was fun and fresh but wasn’t edited until today so uh yeah. we’re totally all happy campers here!! anyway, enjoy some eddie fluff (and a special surprise…) <3 also i kind of changed up the ask a little, apologies if that’s not a good idea to do :)

word count: i’d say around 2.5k as an estimate, all done in drafts :)

tags: implied sex, eddie can’t help himself around you, kissing and making out, changing in front of someone, friends to something more (possibly), eddie trying to be a dom lol but eventually he will give in, dustin’s here for a lil’ bit, slightly jealous eddie is here for a bit, and i’m all here for it. ugh, yes please.

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| i tried proofreading but that didn’t work so here we are with whatever this is |

After a long day working with Steve and Robin, you decided it was time to head home to relax for the night and to wash away any stress the day had given you. Upon arriving you saw Max and El playing with her dog and Dustin jousting with your best friend, Eddie, using some branches they broke off from a tree and the lids off cardboard boxes as shields. It was nice seeing how good he was with kids, and it made your heart warm.

You chuckled to yourself as you unlocked the door to your trailer, stepping inside, throwing your bag to the ground and heading straight for the shower. You switched on the shower and waited for the water to get hot, keeping your hand under the freezing cold water which only made you feel worse on the cold winter evening. Waiting and waiting for it to get hot, but it never did.

You sighed, drying off your hand and turning off your shower. What were you going to do now? Not shower? But cold showers suck, especially in winter. So you decided to try your luck with asking Eddie, who would do anything for you.

The cool breeze brushed through you as you left your trailer, still in your work uniform, walking to the other side of the trailer park where nobody was in sight. El and Max had probably gone back into Max’s trailer and Dustin probably went home.

You walked up the steps and knocked three times on the door, and it opened almost right away, revealing Dustin Henderson in the doorway.

“Max, we’re done pl— Oh! Um, hi Y/N,” he said, blushing a little in a silent apology, standing aside to let you into the trailer.

You breathed in the familiar scent of the trailer, it smelled more like home than your own home did. You never admitted it to anyone but to you, home smelled like Eddie Munson, your best friend. Your entire life.

“What brings you here on this fine winter evening, m’Liege?” Dustin asked, and you curtseyed him, playing along.

“Unfortunately I have run out of hot water, good sir, and I was wondering if Lord Munson had any he could spare.” You giggled as you saw Dustin’s eyes wandering, and you smoothed out the lines of your uniform.

“Like what you see, Henderson?” You teased, just as the devil himself, Eddie, appeared in the doorway separating Eddie’s bedroom from the rest of the trailer.

“Y/N! Didn’t expect to see you here, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Dustin mocked jokingly, earning himself a light swat on the arm. “Okay, okay, I’m going. I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”

As he left, he made the ‘grr’ sound Steve told him to stop doing, which made you laugh, but it made Eddie’s brows furrowed.

“I love that guy but sometimes he can get on my nerves.”

“You really are like brothers, huh? Dustin being the more mature one, obviously.”

“Hey! I’m mature!”

“Keep telling yourself that, Munson. Anyway, I came over here to ask you do you have any hot water I could use. Mine stopped working.”

“Are you just saying that to come over here more often or are you being serious?” Eddie asked, placing his hand on the small of your back as he led you to the bathroom. “There’s body wash, shampoo, a hairbrush even though I never use it.”

As you stepped inside you noticed a look on his face you’d never seen before, and a little smirk playing on his lips, and by the look on his face if he went into that bathroom with you you surely wouldn’t be comparing loofas. Too focussed on… other things.

After you finished your shower you wrapped a black towel around your body, keeping in theme with pretty much the entirety of Eddie’s trailer, and you used the untouched brush to part your hair the way you like it. Then you opened the door to get your clean clothes, letting the steamy air circulate around the trailer, and then you realized something.

Smacking the palm of your hand to forehead you realized you forgot to bring a change of clean clothes with you, and you certainly weren’t wearing your work uniform to bed. Then you felt two hands reaching up to your face from behind, covering your eyes.

“Guess who?”

“Is that you, Harrington? The hottest guy in all of Hawkins? My one and only love crush! Oh my god I love you! I love it when you flirt with me at work!” You joke, hoping to get a reaction out of Eddie, and boy were you in for a treat.

“You need to stop doing that, sweetheart.”

“Stop what?” You laughed. “Can’t a person confess their feelings for somebody? We’re friends, Eddie.”

“Well,” he chuckled deeply, standing directly in front of you, his lips barely an inch away from yours. “Friends don’t look at friends the way I see you looking at me. You get me all riled up on purpose.”

Your brows furrowed into a slight frown. “I need to get changed, excuse me,” you said, not wanting him to see any more of the obvious blush that had been painting your cheeks.

When you began to stand up, a warmth pooled between your legs when Eddie grabbed your wrist, bringing you back over to where he was sitting. “Do you have a change of clothes with you?”

“No…”

“Uh… Here,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head before handing it to you. “It’s the only clean shirt I have.”

You didn’t want to sound ungrateful, so you kept your mouth shut. Eddie then got up and walked into his room to give you some privacy as you changed.

“I feel so honoured… getting to wear the Leader’s Hellfire shirt,” you chuckled, slowly unravelling your towel, listening to his voice from the other side of the wall, the door closing to cut through some of the tension in the room. Eddie had seen you in a towel plenty of times, but something about seeing you in one of his towels, in his trailer, felt… different. Partially because he’d never seen you in his clothes before, and now you were pulling on his most prized piece of clothing; his Hellfire shirt.

For a few moments you heard nothing but pure silence from the other side of the door, except a soft jingling noise that was surely coming from outside the trailer. You peeped through the small gap in the side of the door and saw Eddie walking around his bedroom, running his hand over something metal on the wall, and then guitar strings. And it brought you back to a week ago, Eddie resting his head in your lap as he played a song on his guitar. Your favourite song, and you were mesmerized by the way his fingers moved up and down the neck of the guitar, pressing on the strings, and you were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t even hear the knock on the door.

In your conscience you had already put the shirt on, so you dropped the towel and opened the door, not bothering to look down to do a double check. You stepped back to let Eddie pass you, and as soon as he emerged from his room he froze, subtly looking you up and down.

“I uh… wow,” he laughed nervously, unable to take his eyes off you, smirking as you looked down to see yourself in just your underwear.

“Shit!” You screamed. “I’m sorry! I thought I put the shirt on!”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said softly. “I’ve seen you like this plenty of times.”

“That was years ago, Eds. My body has changed now,” you said, trying to cover yourself with your hands, until you remembered the shirt in your hands and you slipped that over your head, shoulders and arms, the fabric falling to your thighs.

“I... what? I was going to say... oh, right, sorry!”

You looked up from the floor, meeting the eyes of a blushing Eddie. “It’s just... you looked cold and I didn’t want you to be just standing there in your underwear without me saying anything!” He tried to convince himself as much as he was convincing you.

“Whatever,” you dismissed, sitting down on the sofa, your legs now on full display to him. “Let’s just watch the movie.”

Eddie gulped, sitting down next to you, his thigh touching against yours, which only served to make him feel even more uneasy, as if the slightest touch from you was enough to make him lose consciousness. He took a long look at you and his eyes widened. Your hair was wild and messy from the humidity mixed with the wetness after your hot shower, and his mouth watered at how cute it looked like that—even with its messiness and disheveled nature.

“Okay so I was thinking of putting on… Um… What are you doing?” He asked, voice shaking as you kneeled next to him, one arm around his shoulders, the other tracing over the bat tattoos on his arm.

He flinched slightly under your touch but didn't shrug you off, which was a good sign. You gently pulled the sleeve of his shirt up to reveal the same inked creatures on his stomach, and he flinched again, eyes darting away from yours in what looked to be embarrassment.

You sighed, standing up slowly. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that without asking.”

“It’s all good,” Eddie said. “And um… So what should we watch?”

“You choose.”

“Okay, uh… No, I can’t choose. You do it!”

“Eddie, it’s only a movie. Plus the ones we have we’ve already seen a million times so it won’t be any different,” you said, pulling out one of the tapes. “Ah, we’ll watch The Exorcist.”

Eddie laughed nervously, hiding his face in his hair, not wanting you to know how much this movie freaked him out. He grabbed an extra blanket and wrapped himself up in it, and you couldn’t help but smile as you put the tape in. He looked adorable.

As you sat back down, you realised how close you were to him, and it unlocked a new confidence within you, one that would potentially ruin a friendship or start something new. You leaned your head on his shoulder for a few moments, before turning to look up at him, your lips barely an inch away from his.

“Your face is very close to my face… and you are practically on top of me now… Um…”

You chuckle. “Oh, Eddie. So oblivious.”

You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips softly as you close the gap between your bodies, letting the blanket fall off Eddie’s shoulders.

He let out a soft moan in response and deepened the kiss, both hands gripping your hips gently as he held you tightly against him. Your fingers ran through his locks while your tongue brushed against his bottom lip.

He hummed into the kiss, moving one of his hands from your hip to grab your waist, pulling you against him. His other hand gripped onto your ass tightly, massaging the flesh between his fingers, holding you there for as long as possible before reluctantly pulling back for air.

“Damn, who knew you’d be such a good kisser?” You whispered, leaning back in to press your lips back against his.

He moaned quietly into your mouth at that and your heart fluttered. The kiss continued until you pulled back slightly to catch your breath once more.

"Eddie…" You panted out with wide eyes as the reality of what had just happened finally hit you.

His eyes hooded with lust, and he smirked. “Yes, sweetheart?”

His arms wrapped around you tighter as he lifted you slightly so you were now sitting on his lap. He pulled away just enough to look down at you before leaning down again for another kiss.

"You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that," you sighed, resting your forehead against his, hands still wrapped securely around his waist.

You both sat there, you in his lap, not quite sure what to say. You could feel him shift beneath you and you smiled softly, pulling back to see Eddie looking slightly embarrassed. His cheeks flushed a cute pink and he chuckled.

“Does this mean you like me?”

“Of course it does, silly!” You laugh, cupping his cheeks with your hands. “I’ve liked you for months now.”

“Months? You could have told me, Y/N,” he grumbled playfully, trying to hide the blush on his face from yours. It didn't really work, but you weren’t about to point it out. “Why wait so long to tell me?"

"Because I had no idea what feelings were until recently," you explained patiently, looking at the cute little crinkles in his face that formed around his eyes when he smiled. “Nancy helped me figure it out.”

“So uh… What does that mean for us then? Do we just… I don’t know… Stay friends? Or do we progress?”

“I think,” you started, trailing your fingertips up his sides, feeling his skin prickle with goosebumps beneath your touch. “That we should just see how the night goes. After the movie—!”

In an instant he pushed you off his lap and leaped onto his feet, grabbing you by the wrist to the sound of your little yelp of surprise. You stumbled through the trailer to his bedroom, with him kicking it open and shutting it with his foot as he pulled at the fabric of his shirt on your body.

“On the bed,” he ordered, guiding you over to the mattress. “Now I’ll show you how much I like you.”

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Ch. 2 - Vecna’s Curse

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary - When news of Chrissy Cunningham’s death, you and the gang find Eddie alone in an abounded drug dealers house. Now, you have to stay together and protect him, but somehow, the two of you learn things about each-other and grow closer…

w/c - 1.7k a:n - this chapter so far has my favourite scene i’ve ever written :) also, less Munson x reader but dw! we’ll get there

Warning(s) - spoilers for ep.2, guns, death, murder, bleeding, Eddie almsot killing Steve, blood.

Chapter List - Ch.1 , Ch.3 , Ch.4 , Ch.5 , Ch.6

You couldn’t believe it. Your eyes were deceiving you, you thought. There’s no way this could happen…

The grainy television inside your class were only distant voices compared to the headline.

‘Girl found Murdered at Hawkins trailer park’

You excused yourself from the class, making a quick getaway from the front doors of the school as fast as your skates could take you.

The wheels felt like they could be on fire from how fast you were going. Speeding like a racecar who’s about to lose the race. Your mind was set on going to one place: Family Rental. To see if Steve was okay.

Hawkins, Indiana is the smallest town you’ve ever known. Well, technically it’s the only town you’ve ever known. Been living here your whole life. But you know damn well no murderers live in Hawkins.

Any human ones, at least.

You swung open the doors of ‘Family Video’. Steve and Robin whipped his head around in confusion then worried.

“Y/N, what are you doing here? It’s dangerous, if you need to be picked up I-“

“Thank you, Steve- do you know whose trailer that was?“ “No, why?” He asked. You skated over to the computer, trying to start it and get it working.

“This isn't normal. Over the past 3 years, when have spontaneous murders ever happened at Hawkins? If it’s what I think it is, we need to find where the murder took place and start investigating.”

Everything was silent. Until the doors swung open, once again. There stood Max and Dustin. Their eyes laid on you, and a once confused Steve became confused once again.

“Nine! You got the same idea, too?”

You nodded, not entirely sure where to start. Dustin slid over the counter, furiating Steve and Robin. They both curse at Dustin as he heads to the computers.

“We need to find Eddie,” Dustin says, “He could be in serious trouble!”

“Wait, why are we trying to find Eddie?” You asked, curious as to why they brought up that boy's name.

“That trailer was his. Chrissy died in his trailer and now he’s a convicted murderer. We need to find him to see if he’s alright.”

Your heart started pounding a mile a minute. It felt like time was slowing down. Not only was someone you had just been with last night falsely accused, he’ll be hunted like a witch.

A cold sweat broke out on your forehead. Finding yourself praying he’s safe and sound.

“I need… I need a TV and some chords!”

The door of the abandoned house creaked open. Everyone's eyes looked around the messy surroundings, as Steve would put it.

“So… this is where Eddies been?”

Steve asked, carefully treading inside. Robin and Max pointed out empty cans and trash bags.

He grabbed an oar and started poking and prodding around. Sighing at your brothers idiotic antics once again. “Steve, what the hell are you doing? You could hurt Eddie if you're not careful.”

He scoffed. “Y/N, don’t worry. I’m sure your little friend would be fine.”

You drag the tv inside. Fixing it up with a special headset.

“Hey, don’t worry, guys. Steve will save us with his big, long oar! He’ll save us from any danger here!” Dustin jokes.

“Please Henderson, half of us here have had our lives in danger more than once. This kid can’t do anything to us that we haven’t been against-“

A tarp Steve was jabbing up flew up, revealing a hiding Eddie. He grabbed him by the collar, shoving him against the wall with a shattered bottle against his throat. Everyone went into high alert mode as you dug around in your backpack to grab something.

“EDDIE! STOP, PLEASE, CALM DOWN, WE’RE NOT HERE TO HURT YOU!”

Dustin exclaimed, trying to stop Eddie from cutting Steve’s throat. “We’re here to help you, right guys- NINE Y/N WHAT THE HELL!?”

You had your eyes on Eddie, who was currently looking scared out of his mind.

A loaded shotgun was in your hands, pointing directly at the boy's head. Everyone was completely stunned at what was happening. Eddie's mouth agape.

“Let go of my GODDAMN BROTHER!” You shouted, unwilling to move from your position. Eyes steady on that Munson boy.

“If you let go, I won’t shoot and put the gun away. But if you don’t… don’t expect me to hold back.”

Dustin spoke up. “Eddie, we’re on your side. This is Robin, from band! This is Max, the one who never wants to play D&D, that’s Steve- And the one about to kill you you already know, Y/N. Just… please. Let go and we can talk.”

He hesitated. Eddie let go of his grip on Steve and sat down. You tucked the gun in your backpack, still keeping an eye on Eddie.

Steve came up to you and gave you a pat on the back. As if to say ‘thanks’.

“Eddie… We’re just here to help. Tell us what happened that night. I promise, we’ll believe you…”

He scoffed, lips trembling. His body was crouched, like he became a ball. He wasn’t ready to fight. You felt sorry for him, looking like a shivering puppy.

“You wouldn’t believe me…” he mumbled, hiding his face.

“Try us.” Your voice called out.

Both your [E/C] eyes and his round, brown doe eyes didn’t stray away. As if communicating telepathically, you awkwardly looked away. As if to say a quiet ‘sorry’.

He spilled his guts out to you. The situation with Chrissy, drug deals, her body contorting as she died right in front of him. Your heart broke for Eddie. You knew that facing the demogorgon was traumatic for everyone who first experiences it, but for him, he was completely innocent in it. I mean, everyone is. But you thought how nobody else should have gotten involved.

“… You all think this is bullshit, huh?” He asked, looking away.

“No, we believe you.” Robin said. “Don’t bullshit me man!” he exclaimed back.

“We’re not.” You protested, inching closer towards him. He jerked back, a little afraid of what you’d do to him. In good faith, you put your hands up, coming in peace.

“Look,” Dustin said, “Y/N- no, Nine is going to need to do something to you so we can see what happened that night.”

“It’s not going to hurt,” you quickly reassured, “But I just… need you to keep quiet about what I’m about to do. If word got out, my life could be on the line. I’m not joking about it.”

His cute, confused expression was evident. You slid on a monitored net on his head, secured tightly and synced to the busted television. You took a seat, taking a deep breath.

It’s been so long since you’ve done this. Shaking, you decided to take his hands. Holding them out for him.

When he slid his cold, ringed hand you felt it again. The perfect fit, like last night.

Focusing, you start using your powers.

Static showed on the screen what he had seen that night. His eyes were wide, like a frightened deer. Though you couldn’t see. Since yours was firmly shut, trying to show everyone what you can see.

Eddie felt like his trauma was replaying once again. It couldn’t be… how is this happening?

How was Y/N doing this?

You got to the moment where Chrissy hit the floor when you gave out, exasperated. You let go of his hands and slumped in your chair.

A stream of blood trailing down from your left nostril.

Robin gave you a tissue as Dustin took noted on what happened.

“Holy shit-“ Eddie gasped. “What just happened? How did you do that? Is she like… a wizard??”

So much confusion circulated his brain. But one thing was for sure:

That was the coolest shit he’s ever seen!

“Yeah, she’s great.” Dustin chuckled, as you gave him the best sloppy high five you could muster.

“I can’t believe I actually stayed…”

You mumbled under your breath, leaning against the cold exterior of an unused boat. An arm over your shut eyes.

Currently, you were sitting in the house that Eddie was staying in while a certain red car swiftly got away. That car was Steves. And all of your friends had asked you to stay with Eddie while they try to solve the mystery. Asking for your help when everything was figured out.

Eddie gazed at you, starstruck, from across the room.

He walks up to you and sits next to you, in a childish manner.

“So, uh,” he speaks, prompting you to look at him, “I have, like, a shit ton of questions.” he states.

You giggle. “And what are they?” You ask.

“Ok, first off: YOU HAVE SUPER POWERS!?”

You burst out laughing. It had been a while since you got a reaction like that. A genuine smile forming on both of your faces.

“Well, yeah. Reading people's minds is just one. But, if I try hard enough…”

You look dead- locked on a toppled can of empty soda. Hand reaching out as if to have grabbed it. After a moment or trying, the can started to rattle in its place, slowly but surely lifting off the ground. Causing Eddie to stand up shocked. Spewing out a long line of curses in amazement.

“Holy SHIT- That’s fucking metal!” He shouts, jumping up and down a bit.

You laughed, cleaning up the bit of blood. “Ok, ok, next question: why does Henderson call you Nine?”

Pausing, you showed your wrist to him. A faded tattoo reading ‘009’ shown. He made an ‘o’ with his mouth. “A little weird to get a numbered tattoo. Like you're some sort of war prisoner.”

You decided now was not the time to tell him. You weren’t exactly sure how he would take you being a Hawkins Lab escapee that had to undergo traumatic tests every day from your birth.

“Last, and final one: Why the hell do you carry a shotgun around??”

“Self defense. If I’m ever in a situation where I can’t use my hands or powers. It’s just something I’ve always had, ever since 83’”

He nodded, licking his lips.

“Are you satisfied?” You smiled. He gave you one of his dorky ones.

“Somewhat. But, we should do this more often.” He said. You raised an eyebrow. “Do what?” You wondered.

“Talk. You have a nice voice.”

Sputtering on your words, you didn’t know what to say. Placing a hand on your cheek. Yep, you were blushing alright.

“Ever the charmer, Munson. Ever the charmer…”

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unisexobject · 2 years

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Chapter V. Heart of Glass

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: The fallout from your first fight with Eddie hits hard, subsequently causing you to reveal secrets you so desperately wish to keep hidden.

Warnings: drunk asf reader, light fluff, some physical violence (dw Jason cops it), past trauma...

A/N: strap in for this one y'all, have some tea and some biscuits.

That morning at school was terribly uncomfortable, let alone the rest of the week. You and Eddie exchanged fake niceties over lunch, opting to not even talk at all, spooking Mike and Dustin as they looked between the two of you in utter confusion. Usually, you and Eddie couldn't ever shut up, sitting next to each other and gently nudging or touching whenever someone said something that made the two of you laugh hysterically or gasp with horror. The silence was defeaning and incredibly uneasy. But Friday was when the rest of the group had decided to point it out.

"So..." Dustin started, scratching the side of his face.

"I forgot to ask, how was your show on Tuesday Eddie?"

You peered up from your sandwich, looking briefly at Dustin before settling your gaze on Eddie. Even though you knew most of how his night went, spent in peaceful bliss with Chrissy, you couldn't help but pay attention. You secretly hoped maybe that she didn't show, even though that would completely crush him.

"Fine." He muttered, throwing a pretzel back onto his tray aggressively.

You swallowed hard, looking away with haste when his hazel gaze met yours.

Maybe she didn't show? Or maybe he was just angry at you for storming off like a child having a tantrum after being denied an overly expensive toy.

"Okay." Dustin remarked, terribly aware of the awkward tension that hung thick in the air.

"Well, what did you think of it?" Mike asked innocently.

You flicked your eyes toward his with a warning glare.

"I didn't go."

A silent oh formed on Mike's lips at your curt response.

The table fell silent, most of the boys exchanging uncertain glances filled with concern.

Ever since your fight with Eddie, you had an unrelenting headache. You never usually got headaches, maybe when you were sick or stressed out, but recently it felt like your head was always hurting. And today was no exception, especially considering the circumstances.

"You guys going to Harrington's tonight?" Gareth asked to the table, seemingly oblivious to all the tension. Bless him.

Almost everyone except you and Eddie erupted into excitement.

"I can't wait!" Dustin exclaimed, grabbing Mike by the arm and shaking.

Their pure elation acted as a perfect distraction from the weird vibes you and Eddie had.

"Eddie, are you going?" Mike asked. Mike always tried to mirror Eddie or gain his approval through doing the same things. It was sort of cute. Like a big brother, little brother bond.

Once again you found yourself looking over at Eddie.

You and Eddie had plans to go together and meet up with Robin and Nancy. But after Tuesday, you weren't so sure if either of you were going to make it there at all.

Eddie looked at you briefly with a dark, scornful expression.

"Maybe. It depends."

You watched as he clenched his jaw before you turned to focus back on your lunch.

"What about you?" Asked Jeff.

You placed your sandwich down, turning over to your left where he sat. You hadn't sat next to Eddie since Tuesday and it felt weird to turn toward Jeff and not see a curly head of hair.

"Can't say." You replied.

Jeff huffed humorously.

"As if you'd miss Steve's party. Everyone knows he has a thing for you."

You whipped your head to face him.

Apparently not everyone knew, considering this was the first you were hearing of it.

Seems as if it was also the first time Eddie was hearing it too based on the questioning expression he wore.

"What are you talking about?" You asked incredulously.

Seriously, where on earth did Jeff get this information from? Robin had told you about Steve's past, being a total whore and all, but as far as you were concerned he was different now. He was dating Ashley or Tammy...wait no, was it Heidi?

"Don't act like you don't know Y/N." Gareth piped up.

All of a sudden both you and Eddie's interests were piqued, sharing a quick and furtive glance. Despite your recent shortcomings with one another, you couldn't help but exchange knowing looks.

"Have you seen the way he looks at you? Like you're even hanging around Family Video for any other reason but to see his stupid face."

The table was amused with your wide-eyed perplexity.

"I hang around Family Video because of Robin. Steve just happens to also work there."

Sure you had spoken to Steve quite a few times and felt like you knew him considering how he was always a fan favourite topic amongst you and Robin, but Steve didn't seem like the kind of guy who would ever want to date you.

I mean he had the perfect Nancy Wheeler who was a bit of a priss and before that, a plethora of stereotypically pretty cheerleaders. You on the other hand were far more darker and demure, a cesspit of thrumming obscurity. You were a little hidden and aloof, a complete contradiction to Harrington himself, let alone the women he attracted.

Gareth and Jeff exchanged glances before snickering.

"Ooh, sounds like Y/N has got a crush." Gareth remarked.

Eddie pushed himself up and away from the table, rushing away with urgency.

You jumped at his sudden and violent movements, eyes trailing his form as it rapidly moved out of view and disappeared between the cafeteria doors.

"Seriously, what the hell is going on between you two?" Dustin asked nonplussed, shaking his head and turning back to the table.

"Nothing."

You were in math class with Robin when she decided to poke and prod you for answers about your week long mood.

"So what's up with you?" She asked with her usual judgemental sneer.

"Nothing." You replied nonchalantly, toying with a pen that rested between your pointer and thumb.

"So, it has nothing to do with Eddie storming off in the cafeteria and disappearing for the day?"

You scoffed at her knowing tone.

"He was probably going to see Chrissy or something." You muttered snarkily, sounding a little more jealous than you had intended.

Robin observed you and took in your words carefully. She hummed to herself for a moment before letting it go altogether, leaning back in her seat with an air of nonchalance.

"You coming tonight?"

You groaned at the thought, resting your head in your hands out of defeat.

"I don't know Robin." You muttered. "Not a fan of parties."

Robin laughed as she leaned forward, resting her chin atop her palm.

You didn't really want to go tonight. You quite simply just weren't in the mood. After your spat with Eddie and teasing from the boys at lunch, you wanted to just go home and crawl into bed and happily forget about the entire week.

"Oh come on, Steve's parties are really fun! I like watching the dingus get drunk and pine over Nancy. Maybe you and Eddie can have it out?"

You raised your head and turned to meet her. Well, the mention of Nancy had put you at ease. You were now certain Steve the hair Harrington wasn't crushing on you. If only Jeff and Gareth were here now.

"You think Eddie is going?" You asked, voice sounding small and insecure.

Robin placed a hand on your shoulder as she regarded you.

"Yeah. He's selling. Of course he'll be there."

You gently sighed and looked down at your notebook, still not making any sense of the equations Mr. Martin forced everyone to write.

"What would I even wear?"

It was 6pm and Robin had convinced you to wear her clothes after rifling through your own closet and coming up with zilch. An all black outfit that included a short skirt, inky stockings and chunky boots was how she had dressed you, utilising clothes from her goth phase. She even gave you her oversized denim jacket with the single eye on the back to keep you warm.

Robin was actually quite stylish but in a surreptitious way. She wasn't outwardly open about her interest in makeup and fashion, but she somehow tousled your hair like a pro.

If you were being honest, you looked good and if you weren't feeling confounded and guilty, you might have acted like it.

Throwing on a few silver rings and fixing any unpinned strands as you studied your reflection, Robin had decided you were good to go.

Fuck, it was loud and packed. You hadn't seen Steve's house before and you definitely couldn't make out what it looked like now. Not with the loud music, bustling teens and random trash scattered over counter tops and floors. Robin had abandoned you almost straight away, making a beeline for Steve donned in sunglasses and a redhead you hadn't seen before. But you weren't even mad, how could you be? You were in a crap mood, sucking up the oxygen like some sort of vibe arsenic.

You decided to look around, hoping to see Eddie cloistered in some dark and dingy corner selling joints like the little criminal he is.

Being alone in such a loud and crowded environment made you miss Eddie by your side. Made you miss his radiating warmth and the smell of cigarette and cedar.

Not talking to him all day and most of the week made you feel so terribly isolated. You laughed at the thought, considering how you once believed that you didn't mind being alone. But that was before Eddie.

Your headache returned with a vengeance, unsure as to whether the throbbing was from the pain or the excessively loud music. Looking over to the kitchen counter you spotted a bowl of punch, or probably some terrible concoction of straight alcohol in sugary syrup. Yet, it enticed you. Robin laughing with the bashful redhead and Eddie no where to be seen, you filled up a cup and went to town.

The violent burn that constricted the insides of your throat made you grimace. It didn't stop you from getting another and another and before you knew it you were unequivocally wasted.

You were enjoying your little corner in the kitchen, snacking on some pretzels before you felt a shift in the atmosphere around you.

"Hey look, it's the freak's slut." Called a masculine voice.

You turned your head toward the God awful sound of Jason Carver speaking.

"Surely he isn't far behind, now is he?" Jason added.

Suddenly, you were encircled by a group of chuckling jocks all glaring at you with intention. They reeked of alcohol and wore expressions that made you uneasy. Why were they wearing those ugly jackets outside of school?

Jason's posse smirked as he stalked closer toward you. You huffed in the wake of your broken reverie, annoyed at the repulsive sight before you.

"I don't know where Eddie is, why don't you ask Chrissy? Or is this pathetic little display of peacocking to make up for the fact that you have a small dick?"

All of a sudden a cacophony of loud cheers accompanied the ringing music as your little kerfuffle with Jason garnered some attention.

As all of the jocks turned to Jason patiently awaiting his response, he clenched his fists by his side before leaning toward your face, his expression contorted in anger.

"You shut the hell up whore." He seethed.

You didn't know if the liquor emboldened you or if you just simply hated Jason for the way he had treated Eddie and your friends over the years, but the idea of simply walking away had been left in the dust.

"You didn't like that did you? Tell me Jason, how does it feel to have your grass cut by the town freak?"

You were calculated and drunk off of Jason's humiliation more than the punch itself. Talk about liquid courage.

You leaned back on the lemon coloured counter, tilting your head to side as you sized him up.

"This is embarrassing, even for you. Maybe if you didn't have such a hard on for being a bully, you might be able to keep her."

Jason's eyes nearly burst out of his skull at your comment.

He somehow stepped impossibly closer, his hot breath fanning over your face. He lurched forward and gripped your wrist tightly. His hold left half moons in the plush of your skin.

"I'm sure you know how it feels. He rejected you. Who knew, even the freak has standards." He replied snarkliy, words dripping with venom.

Maybe if you weren't so intoxicated, you might have remained a little more dignified.

You huffed, pushing him back as tears threatened to spill. After he stumbled on his feet and collapsed into his group of friends, he shot back up fast and began to make his way toward you once more with renewed fervour.

You turned around to the counter and picked up the punch bowl with all of your might. Before you knew it, the glass bowl was empty and Jason was soaked in carmine liquid.

The music halted and everyone around you held their breath. The scene unfolding was ghastly. The relatively new freak giving it back to the jock.

Suddenly, a shaggy haired figure obscured your view. Eddie had placed himself in between you and an inflamed Jason.

"Look! Here he is to defend his slut." Jason chuckled straightening himself a little, acting as if he didn't look like a drenched gutter rat.

Now it was Eddie who was irate.

"Don't call her that." Eddie spat through clenched teeth.

They stood toe to toe, both parties brimming with an air of violence.

"What are you going to do about it, freak?"

You watched the scene unfold in front of you with sheer horror. Eddie was a sweetheart, but you wouldn't put it past him to beat the absolute shit out of Jason. Especially after your altercation with him still fresh in the air. So you decided to take action and back him up.

"We're gonna kick your ass."

Eddie's eyes widened in shock and fear as he turned toward you comically.

"We are?" He whispered to you.

As Eddie tried to come to terms with kicking ass as you so called it, Steve had magically appeared, standing to the side of Jason.

"Jason, get out. Now."

Robin stood beside Steve, wearing a wide eyed expression. She couldn't believe the scene in front of her.

Jason wiped his face with his jacket sleeve as he took one step toward your direction.

"This isn't over." He threatened, before turning around and leaving. Jason's posse trailed behind him, casting warning glares in your direction.

As they made their exit, everything had become too much for you as you abandoned the situation to rush outside. You pushed past the crowd that was already beginning to disperse, faintly hearing the sounds of Eddie trailing behind you as Steve turned the music back up. The party had returned in full swing, blurring the vague distinction of a previous contention.

Outside, you hunched over in a random lawn chair, staring directly into Harrington's swimming pool as if it held the answers like a crystal ball. You caught your disheveled reflection in the aquamarine, thoughts swirling as you wondered how you had got here.

As you mulled over your run in with Jason, your fight with Eddie and your past, you felt a presence at your side. Except this time you welcomed it.

Eddie had appeared, taking a seat in the empty lawn chair next to yours. You looked at him with your eyes rimmed red as you willed yourself not to cry.

It was like he could feel your pain, his face in all of its broad contours furrowed in concern.

"Are you okay?" He asked, reaching for your wrist that Jason had hurt.

You nodded your head slowly as he traced a calloused thumb over the marks. He clenched his jaw the more he continued to inspect your injured wrist. It was almost as if he were trying to calm himself down with your touch.

"What's the prognosis, doc?" You asked with a faint smile across your lips when he made no move to break the silence.

He looked up to catch your gaze. But he didn't want to joke, clearly tortured by everything that had happened throughout the week and night. Eddie let go of your wrist, opting to run his hands through his tangled locks. The sight threatened your resolve.

"Eddie." You muttered brokenly.

He turned to face you once more.

"What did I do?" He whispered, just as broken, leaning into your presence.

You allowed a single tear to spill. He wanted nothing more than to kiss it away.

Since you started getting to know Eddie, you had noticed how he was a little insecure. Of course he jumped on tables and acted like an apeman, but you caught glimpses of vulnerability. You could see in his eyes how he actually did care about what people thought and that his abbrasiveness was more of a reflexive and defensive measure.

"You didn't do anything." You replied.

Your defeated tone and wavering voice nearly killed him. The unsteady sight of you alone almost made him want to waltz up to Jason at school on Monday and punch him square in the jaw. That's if you didn't beat him to it first.

"Why'd you push me away?" He asked earnestly, nudging his knee against yours.

You exhaled deeply and looked toward the dark starry sky. I can't, you thought.

"Don't know." You whispered.

Eddie didn't seem completely satisfied with your answer, but after the events of the tenebrous night he didn't seem willing to push any further.

"I didn't see you come in." You started, hoping to shift gears.

He chuckled lightly, leaning back in his rickety lawn chair.

"I was upstairs, then I heard...I don't know what I heard. But, I came down and saw you." Eddie replied, studying your face.

"Didn't think I'd ever see you try and knock Jason Carver out." He added, clearly amused.

You both started to laugh, glad that some of the awkwardness had dissipated into the night. Hearing Eddie's laughter was relieving, almost as if the hearty melody were medicine.

It was only a few moments later you decided to take a leap into the abyss that was your fight with Eddie.

"Did Chrissy show?" You asked shyly.

He took a deep and tremulous breath.

"Yeah...but she wasn't there for the music. Or for me." He replied a little dejected.

"Eds..."

He chuckled, feeling pitiful for himself.

"Turns out she was just looking for something to take the edge off. Being little miss perfect isn't easy believe it or not."

You stayed silent, uncertain as to what you could say. Part of you felt slightly relieved, whilst the other part felt sad for Eddie.

"I'm really sorry." You started.

"I didn't mean to act like a bat shit crazy person. I just thought..."

Eddie tilted his head in confusion.

"Thought what?"

You looked to your lap, chastened by his inquisiton.

"That you had grown, I don't know, tired of me?"

Your eyes flicked up to meet Eddie's, hoping to gauge his reaction to your own insecurities.

He had laughed, but not in a condescending way.

"I don't think I could ever grow tired of you. Not even when you don't talk to me for days or threaten to beat up the basketball team on my behalf." He mused, flashing that pearly grin and wide eyed smile of his.

You sighed in relief as an immeasurable weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

"And thank you. For defending my honour." You continued, matching his smile.

He started twisting his chocolately locks around his finger in a coquettish manner.

"Someone has got to defend your virtue."

You both laughed some more, except this time a horrendous wave of nausea ensued. You clutched your stomach and cupped your mouth in a feeble attempt to prevent vomiting.

"Okay, I'm taking your drunk ass home." Eddie remarked grabbing your waist and holding you to his side as he assisted you out of your lawn chair.

His touch made you giddy and you chuckled under his hold. Even though you almost hurled into Harrington's pool, the alcohol had taken hold of your head now.

You began to sway and laugh absent mindedly as the rest of the world around you went a little hazy.

Your new carefree attitude emerged thanks to cups and cups of mysterious punch.

"You're fucken crazy." Eddie muttered, slightly enamoured by your rapidly deteriorating state.

Eddie continued to guide you through the garden gate that lead to the front lawn.

When the two of you approached the end of the path, you halted in your tracks. Eddie bumped directly into your back, sending a rather large wave of nausea that had practically already arrived at its destination.

"Eddie." You whispered.

He craned his head around your right side to catch your gaze. Your face was pale and white as the moon, while your eyes were bloodshot with blown out pupils. You were going to be sick.

Faster than Eddie could register, you doubled over and vomited all over the emerald grass.

He quickly grabbed your hair in a loose ponytail, urging you to crouch with him. Lucky you were cloistered by bushes due to the route you were taking to Eddie's van, thankful no one could see you throw up your entire breakfast, lunch and dinner.

"It's okay, sweetheart." Eddie mused, holding you close to him on the outskirts of the path as he stroked away any unruly strands that didn't make it into his makeshift ponytail. You started to sob profusely inbetween your vomiting.

You absolutely hated this. First, you had lost your mind over Eddie using you to impress Chrissy. You had gotten so frustrated by your convoluted feelings you hurt Eddie. Then, you tried to fight Jason and his posse. And now, well, now you were vomiting on Harrington's lawn crying at how embarrassing this whole ordeal had been. To top it off, you had Eddie holding you to his chest watching your drunk ass vomit.

"When you first met me Eddie..." You started, wiping away tears that were uncontrollably falling down your face.

"You said I was lonely. And you were right."

Your voice faltered as you reached up to rub at your eyes. Any modicum of control or logic that you might have possessed earlier had completely dissolved.

Eddie held you a little tighter.

"It's not what I had meant to say, Y/N." He replied, still caressing your face gently as guilt bloomed in his chest.

"It's because it hurts to care. I know I care, more than you do. I care too much and I can't do it." You sobbed, clutching at his leather jacket like it were a lifeboat in an endless sea.

Eddie was struggling to make sense of what you were saying. It was quite literally pouring out of you. Your vulnerability overwhelmed him.

"I can't forgive myself. Not after...after Matt." You huffed, like you had just ran a marathon and exerted all of your energy. You barely registered in your drunken stupor that you had grazed the surface of a secret. A secret you desperately wished to keep from Eddie.

It was like alarm bells had gone off. What the fuck? Eddie thought, confused about your drunk ramblings. He knew you were holding back about why you were really upset near the pool, but he wasn't expecting...this.

Your admission caused Eddie to still. Who was Matt? A twinge of jealousy rolled off his tongue as he tried to repeat the name after you, after the name came so freely from your lips.

Eddie knew that you had...issues to say the least and that you were harbouring something dark. He could feel it bubbling beneath the surface whenever you zoned out like you always did. He swore he caught a glimpse of something painful in your eyes the first day you met in the woods, it was why he thought you were lonely. Why you were so defensive and pushed people away like you did earlier in the week. Why you needed to be listening to music or reading or talking incessantly about books or films. He knew you were hiding, he just didnt know what.

You on the other hand hadn't even realised what you said, still quietly sobbing and gasping for air. In your fractured haze of a state, you were suspended in complete and utter confusion.

One minute you were in control, holding back both tears and your past. Now all of a sudden the flood gates were open and Eddie had the privilege of bearing witness to it all.

Eddie held you tightly, even though his gentle strokes along your hairline ceased. He couldn't help it, his mind was reeling. After a long while of just holding you while you cried and drifted in and out of consciousness, he eventually came back to his senses.

"Come on." He whispered into the shell of your ear, as he dragged you up with him.

Before you knew it, he had lifted you into his arms as he carried you all the way to the end of the street where his van was parked.

With your soft palms draped around his neck like a dainty chain, he swore he was going to figure out who Matt was and what he had done to make you so inconsolable.

#eddie munson x yn #eddie munson #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things

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There is no logical reason that Eddie cones off as having big "Badda Bing Badda Boom" energy- the guys not even from the Bronx (probably) nor italian american (definitely) for fucks sake- but he'a got big "Badda Bing Badda Boom" energy. I feel like he is going to charisma every single pound to my name and all the pounds I will ever earn. I feel like he'd try to get me to invest in some time shares and I'd do it despite having no interest because he asked me to. I feel like he could have both of my parents "rubbed out" to send me a message and I'd be like "nah thats fine lad dw about it- actually that leaves me a house I can flip as an asset". None of these are because I find him hot (not that he isn't, he's just not quite my type Like That), he's just that effortlessly charming and my perception of that charm is somehow shoehorning him into a stereotype associated with a completely different ethnicity and a geological location that for all I know he's never even BEEN to, let alone come from.

so basically 12/10 good OC can't wait to see the depths of depravity he'll sink to for cold hard Capital™️ 🍿👀

My bf said thank you very much, he's very flattered that you already like Eddie so much :3c

#eddie's actually retired he's a little older than he looks lmao #he's interested really only in his upcoming retirement (and plowing Edgar lmaooooo)#he's a super classy dude with classy trashy hobbies like doing coke lmao #but yeah my bf is honored to have earned an official Dec Rants About Things post which I always covet 💕#thanks Dec ❤️❤️❤️

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D.U.D.E Part 8 - Hospital Stays and Fears (Set in 2020)

Note: This is set in a universe where Men VS Women / Intergender matches can happen.

Chapter 1: here Chapter 2: here Chapter 3: here Chapter 4: here Chapter 5: here Chapter 6: here Chapter 7: here

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16 @janetreader

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places (those chapters will be marked as 'Mature / sexual content' just to be safe). Please inform me if you wish to be tagged or untagged from posts. If the text is in italics and orange it's Kirby's inner monologue. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it's either dialogue or a P.O.V change (P.O.V changes will be in bold and translated dialogue will appear in square [ ] brackets), Key below. Quick note on Geia's text colour: Yes I do know that as Greed she should be in yellow but I decided to colour the men's dialogue yellow so Geia was changed to be pink like the other women in the story outside of the main 8.

The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.

Gluttony's P.O.V:

When Kirby 'comes around' she's in a hospital bed, Eddie whispering a prayer by her side, holding her right hand tight, and her parents rushing into the room.

"Eddie... Edward... why are my parents here?" She asks, her voice weak, but just loud enough to hear.

"Kirby? Sweetheart, you're awake?!" Eddie beams, leaning over the hospital bed to kiss her deeply, then realising that she wasn't kidding when she asked the question.

Her father clears his throat, before walking up to his daughter's opposite side, followed by Kirby's mother, who scoots past her husband to check on her only baby.

"Helo [Hi] Mam." Kirby whispers, smiling softly, when her mother kisses her on the head.

Eddie seems to back off slightly, letting Kirby's mother hug her close.

"O fy maban bach tlawd, wyt ti'n iawn fy nhywysoges? Fe gawson ni'r awyrwen gyntaf allan, methu â mentro peidio â gweld ein merch fach pan mae hi wedi brifo. [Oh my poor little baby, are you alright my princess? We got the first flight out, couldn't risk not seeing our baby girl when she's hurt.]" Kirby's mother whispers.

"Byddaf yn iawn, mae'n debyg mai dim ond anaemia neu rywbeth sy'n dod yn ôl o fy arddegau. Dw i'n dy garu di hefyd, mam. [I'll be okay, it's probably just anaemia or something coming back from my teenage years. I love you too, mum.]" Kirby replies weakly, looking over at her parents and then at Eddie.

Eddie turns his cap backwards and smoothes his tank-top out, hiding his rosaries between his two tank-tops, clearly trying to present the best version of himself in his mind.

"Eddie, my parents. Mam and Da, this is Eddie, the guy I lost to and the man I am in love with."

"You better be nice to my little girl, or else I'll-" Kirby's dad growls protectively.

"Hywel Críostóir Taran Donndubán Rhydderch, you apologise to that young man right now." Kirby's mother orders.

"Oda, I'm just-" Hywel attempts to argue his case, before looking at the anger in his tiny, Scottish fireball, wife, "I'm sorry, Eddie. Obviously, I need to trust my little princesses' choices more."

"It's fine, I get it, ya daughter starts datin' a guy, you don't know him, ya get worried because what if she's in a bad situation. My brother went through it with his wife. Her folks thought that this kid, from New York, was a little too 'street' for their angel, ended up telling him to be extra careful."

"Yeah, but you, my handsome warrior, Kingy, are Irish-American on your father's side, hence those beautiful green eyes of yours." Kirby mumbles, stroking Eddie's arm as she talks.

Hywel's eyes light up, "An Irish boy, I really should trust my daughter more... Also, 'Kingy', princess, are you forgetting that we are already considered royalty by our surname? After all, 'Rhydderch' means 'Exalted King'." He states proudly.

"So, you're Half-Irish?" Oda asks gently, "What about the other half?"

"Puerto Rican, though my mother still raised me Catholic. Kirby knows all about my Catholic guilt, and how bad I wanna beat Damien's head in." Eddie grunts, clearing his throat and standing up, getting pulled into a 'manly' hug by Hywel.

Kirby's parents soon leave her and Eddie alone together, Eddie still slightly shaken by the hug from Kirby's dad. Kirby distracts him from his thoughts, pulling him into a kiss by the front of his tank-top.

"You just said the one thing my Da's been waiting to hear someone, anyone actually, say since Damien got involved in my career." She whispers, her eyes locking with his.

"Your father's fuckin' scary for a guy shorter than me." Eddie murmurs, holding Kirby close.

"You smell like cigarettes, it's strangely calming to me."

"I've been here all night, Moxie had to drag me away so I would eat somethin'."

Eddie kisses Kirby's forehead, holding her close and breathing deeply. Kirby grips onto Eddie's shoulders when the lights shut off in the room, the emergency power sustaining the machines in the room and deep red 'emergency' lights.

"The fuck is goin' on? Was there a power outage or somethin'?" Eddie grumbles, about to go and see what's going on, Kirby tightens her grip on his shoulders, "You scared of the dark, babe?"

"Please don't tell anyone, but yes, I'm terrified of the dark." She whispers, her voice trembling.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, holding Kirby tighter, kissing her forehead and neck to keep her calm. Kirby moves her hands to Eddie's face, cupping his head in her hands. He climbs into the hospital bed next to her, holding her close as they fall asleep. When they wake up, entangled in each other's embrace, Eddie kisses Kirby lazily, breathing a sigh of relief when she opens her eyes.

"What's the time, Kingy?" Kirby murmurs, still half-asleep.

Eddie checks his phone, "It's eight in the mornin', babe-alicious."

"The feck did you just call me?"

"Babe-alicious." He shrugs, kissing her before getting up.

It takes around an hour for Kirby to be released, with a new prescription, her parents joining her and Eddie as they head to the drug store. Eddie never once lets go of her right hand, clinging to it like a lifeline. Kirby gets her iron supplements and Xanax, picking up enough to last her a month. Her father then drives them to a café, they get a small table in a quieter area, making sure Eddie sits next to him.

"So, you plan on kicking Damien's ass?" Hywel asks Eddie, keeping an eye on Kirby.

"Yea, I plan on makin' him pay, for all the shit he put my lady through. I will pound him into Hell, where he says he's from, so it'll be a warm welcome home. I am gonna show him how much pain he put Kirby through, and more, much fuckin' more."

Hywel nods in agreement, holding his hand out to Eddie, "Well, I feel secure in this," He looks over at Oda, she nods in agreement, Kirby raises an eyebrow in confusion, "Welcome to the family, son."

Eddie accepts the handshake, "You mean that... sir?"

"Absolutely, but I will still destroy you if you break her heart, after all she's still my little princess." Hywel growls in Eddie's ear.

Eddie looks nervously over at Kirby, he's already backed into the corner of the building, a look of fear in his eyes.

"Da, stop threatening my boyfriend, this is why no one dated me before. They met you and it was, 'I'll destroy you, you hurt her, I'll hurt you, I know every weak spot, I own an axe, I can chop you up'." Kirby murmurs, doing a rather spot-on of her father.

"Hywel, stop it. Do you ever want grandchildren? Because this is not how you get grandchildren." Oda grumbles, smacking his arm.

"I think that could be arranged," Eddie smirks, "you keep me alive, I give you and Oda grandchildren."

"Eddie, no." Kirby whines, not quite ready for children.

"Deal." Hywel grins

"Dad!" Kirby squeaks in shock.

"Hywel!" Oda groans, shaking her head, at her husband's habit of talking without thinking.

"But ya gotta keep me alive, I ain't being a deadbeat dad, or a dead dad." Eddie explains, smiling when Kirby's father nods in agreement.

Kirby stares at Eddie, a look of total confusion on her face. It takes her a while to even close her mouth, let alone recognise that Ethan, Eli and Moxley have come to check up on the couple. Her parents leave them to order and get their meal.

"Everything okay Kirby?" Eli asks, gently checking on her tall friend.

"I'm fine, this motherfucker though, ain't getting any sex, for a year, if he says anything else to my Da." She grumbles.

"What did you do, Eddie?" Mox chuckles, sitting next to him as Ethen tries his hardest not to laugh.

"I made a deal. Her dad keeps me alive, I give him grandchildren. He could've said no. It's her father's fault she's mad. All I gotta do is try to get her pregnant, He's gotta make sure Damien doesn't kill me."

"You did what?" Ethan giggles, "You made a deal? That's not a deal, Eddie."

"Technically it is a deal, If Eddie were to just say 'we're trying for a baby' every time we fuck, my Da would have no choice, but to keep up his end of the deal, providing Eddie with the protection of my entire family." Kirby explains.

Eddie's eyes go wide, "Ya entire family, that's a fuck ton of people, all I gotta do is say that... and I get, like a hundred or more, trained wrestlers as protection? Kirby, baby, sweetheart... I know what I said was dumb, but that's crazy."

"But it's true, except for maybe my uncles, they would have to meet you... all of them would have to meet you, then they'd decide. Either you charm my whole family, and get a literal wrestling family as protection, or you fail at that and get your ass kicked."

"You only have, what, seven uncles?" Eddie shrugs.

"No, Eddie, my entire family... ugh, just forget it, I'm gonna grab my coffee from my Da before he drinks it." Kirby huffs, getting up as Eddie does the same.

Eddie pulls her into a heated kiss, stopping her from leaving his sight, he traps her in his arms and refuses to let go.

"Eddie, my Da will actually drink my coffee, Edward, you gotta let me move."

"I'm not lettin' you outta my sight, I thought I lost ya yesterday." He whispers in her ear.

"Then come with me, you oaf." She groans, still grumpy with him.

"The fuck does that mean?" He raises an eyebrow.

"It means you're being a jackass, you know, like making a deal to get me pregnant... We aren't even married, and I've never met your parents... and you're Catholic, which makes that deal sinful."

"Shit," Eddie murmurs, "ya right, I really should have thought about it. A'ight, I'll see if my parents can get down here before your folks leave. I'm sure they'll love ya, but I gotta make sure ya dad won't kill mine. Can I still kiss ya, babygirl?"

Kirby kisses Eddie softly before leaving to get her coffee, returning and sitting on Eddie's lap. He pushes Ethan's phone away as Kirby's parents come back, making 'All Ego' move to stand behind Eli as he films.

"Hywel, Oda, this is Ethan Page, Eli Lucifarian and, my best friend, Jon Moxley," Eddie introduces Kirby's parents to the trio.

"Lucifarian, as in you represent a sin. Envy, I'm guessing." Oda says, shaking hands with Eli.

"Your best friend? So I can tell you to stop my future son-in-law hiding his rosaries. I was raised an Irish Catholic too." Hywel chuckles, shaking hands with Moxley and Ethan.

"Are we still on for the gaming stream later, Me, you and Geia?" Eli asks Kirby.

"Yeah, I'll text you when I'm outside your hotel room. Two hours, right, six 'till eight?"

"Wait, you didn't tell me 'bout that, and should ya really be doin' that after yesterday?"

"I'll be fine, Eddie, don't worry."

"Kirby, you fuckin' fainted. I ain't lettin' you outta my sight, for anythin', especially not for two hours."

"Then come with me, Eddie. I'm sure the fans will love seeing big, strong, Eddie Kingston, taking care of his girlfriend." Kirby teases, kissing his temple.

"That's fine with me, I'll see you two later." Eli smiles softly, leaving the group and heading off.

Eventually Eddie and Kirby leave, Her parents get a room next to the couple. Eddie calls his parents, and keeps Kirby in his grasp for the majority of the day.

"Ma says she'll grab dad and fly out tomorrow, how long are ya parents stayin'?"

"According to my Da, they'll be here for a month. Judging from the look Mam gave him, they'll be here at least two."

"You wanna get started on my end of the deal now, or?" He smirks, winks and raises an eyebrow.

Kirby glares at Eddie, hitting him in the arm and changing her clothes (finally) into something fresh.

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hello !! can i get a matchup ? any arcane or stranger things guy is good =]

about ; im gay / oriented aroace , transmasculine , and use they/he pronouns . im kinda short ( about 5 ft 4 i think ? ) and i have brown hair with a coppery red streak in my bangs and its styled like a wolf cut , but a bit shorter . i have brown / hazel eyes and glasses that i normally wear a glasses chain with . i have lots of back acne and im a bit insecure about my looks .

im a very cuddly guy , and i will attempt to have at least one part of my body touching my partner at all time , unless my partner says they arent comfortable with that .

i like art and writing on occasion , and music is a large part of my life . i normally listen to indie music , but im always open to listen to new genres / artists . i also play trombone !

i like playing videogames ; RPGs are my favorite genre and legend of zelda is my favorite series ! ive always wanted to get into dnd but ive never had the time / motivation to start it unfortunately .

i think thats about it !! thank you so much =] your writing is always so good to see on my dash <33 sorry this got a little long lmao

A/N: AHHHH, Thank you so much! Glad my writing makes you happy! Dw about it being long, the longer it is the better :)

For Arcane, I match you with…

Jayce!

- He’s also a very cuddly guy, so cuddle seshes are pretty much an everyday thing

- He towers over you so either you have to stand on your tip-toes to kiss him or he has to lean down

- Which is fine by him

- He thinks it’s cute :))

- He loves loves loves reading your writing

- and admiring your art work

- Might try to draw you something

- It’s so bad but you love it anyways bc he made it for you

- Whenever you feel insecure about your looks, he does his very best to make you feel better

- He’ll take you shopping and hype you up whenever you try something on

- He loves you so much and he’ll do whatever it takes to let you know that

For Stranger Things, I match you with…

Eddie Munson!

- This guy loves literally everything about you

- He says the red streak in your hair is “metal as fuck”

- So confused when you tell him you’re insecure

- He’ll kiss you all over and whisper all the things he loves about your appearance just to prove to you how handsome you are

- It’s so soft-

- He would love to teach you how to play D&D

- So patient too

- Even if you need him to explain something more than once or keep forgetting things, he never gets frustrated

- He thinks your writing and art are so cool

- Suggests art dates where you guys just sit in his room and draw for a few hours

- Puts some music on in the background and gets distracted by whatever you’re drawing

- So so so cuddly omg

- Holding hands wherever you are

- Kissing your cheek, forehead, temple

- Sometimes you guys will just spend hours cuddling

- He’s just so sweet oh my god-

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#asdhkashdkahkdshaksfhaks #joel mchale #let's just say i'm 100% certain this was one of his kids #eddie - isaac - whichever one of u did this #THANK YOU #also nice porsche joel #instagram #also dw guys i screenshotted this on my laptop #so it's fine #... i think

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popculturebuffet · 4 years

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Darkwing Duck Reviews: Darkly Dawns the Duck Pts 1 and 2

It’s a Darkwing Double Feature! Just in time for his ducktales special, I take a look at the introduction of everyone’s favorite Daring Duck of Mystery. In his daring debut we meet Darkwing Duck, an egositical and attention hungry superhero who soon finds himself having to look after a feisty orphan to keep her from getting nabbed by local kingpin of crime Taurus Bulba with the help of his biggest fan. Darkwing owns the night under the cut with decades old spoilers.

Let’s Get Dangerous.. is tommorow so with that in mind i’m doing a darkwing double feature to refresh myself before the big special. So i’ll be covering both the original series pilot “Darkly Dawns the Duck” and the ducktales reboot episode “The Duck Knight Returns”. Let’s Get Dangerous Itself because I was so wiped yesterday I didn’t get the other review done and unexpectly got acess to the new episode way earlier than usual so i’d rather focus on that. Got it? Good. Let’s continue past me.

As usual with a new show a breif bit about my history with it: I watched it years ago, as a friend of mine lent me the first two discs of the season 1 dvd and never found the third one nor asked for them back, nor cared I had them. I thoughtly enjoyed it, had a great time and then it took me a decade or so to actually watch the series again due to a combination of being too stubborn to just buy the season 1 dvd again, a very darkwing move of me in hindsight, and then when disney plus meant I had all episodes at my finger tips I.. sat on them till now.. though to be fair i’ve sat on a LOT of great shows on there including the mandalorian, gargoyles and boy meets world. I have a bad tendency to procastinate, the fact this is coming out so late in the day should be a giveaway. I did read about half of volume 1 of the comic and all of volume 2, so there’s that at least. Point is this new episode finally made me decide to get off my ass and watch darkwing once again, starting with the pilot and the episodes related to the fearsome four to be ready for tomorrow to see what the differences are (Thoguh I did remember bushroot vividly, so I had that at least). Something to note before I get started talking about the pilot itself though, is the episode order for Darkwing Duck is a Darkwing Clusterfuck. Now I do understand WHY they aired this way: While some episodes do logically take place after other episodes, you can reasonably pop on just about any darkwing and watch it and enjoy it with minimal need to know what happened in previous episodes, kinda like batman the animated series oddly enough. It was also aired between two networks so on some level I get disney’s confusion here.. but on the other hand it’d take ten minutes, they clearly can call up the creator easily as Tad Stones made a cameo in ducktales 2017 we’ll get to so they could easily get a better order from the creator himself, so they really don’t have an excuse for this, or for slapping the pilot in the middle of season 1. Then again both ducktales 2017 and x-men the animated series were sort of a mess order wise when first put up, so not giving a shit about where episodes are placed for re-watching clearly is a pastime of theirs.

Now i’ve got that out of my system we can dive into the episode itself and a breif plot synopsis. Darkwing Duck is the superhero protector of St. Canard, a masked vigiliante who takes out crime but wishes he actually got fame and credit for his work. Kind of like Booster Gold but without taking endorsments or as far as we know coming from the future. He also has nothing else as shown by the fact he fights crime, does a training regimine to prepare his breakfast that’s a delight to watch then prepares to sleep. It’s an intresting concept, a hero who HAD a civlian identity once, as the rest of the series would play out, he just no longer needs it. And it’s also ahead of it’s time as batman would explore this idea both seriously with bruce wayne murderer and comedically and seriously with the lego batman movie LONG after this series aired, meaning the writers here figured out what many probably knew about batman and put it into their parody version: Batman is the real identity and Bruce is the mask. Batman only keeps his old self because the bruce id is useful to him: It keeps people away from his company, puts up a playboy facade that draws attention away from him being batman, and allows him to do various charities and what not and help honor his parents in a way that dosen’t involve swooping in and kicking people in the throat. And as seen with bruce wayne murderer when the option to throw bruce away for good came up Batman gladly took it. This is the same idea: Drake Mallard ONLY cares about crime fighting, has no friends no family, we never do find out jack about his family hopefully if there’s a full reboot series Frank and Matt fix it for their version. He has nothing, and is fine with that. He hasn’t really had a reason to care about anything else than his own glory and works alone not because it’s less efficent but because his oversized ego means he dosen’t want to share credit. IT’s an intresting start and his ego would be a defining bit of who he is and used intrestingly int he reboot but we’ll get to that there.

His life changes forever though when local crime boss Taurus Bulba unleashes his latest scheme: To steal the Ramrod, a gravity manipulating device created by the late Dr. Quackmeyer.. late because Bulba’s men killed him and were dumb enough not to get the arming code for the ramrod first a year ago. Bulba is also behind bars but in one of my faviorite gags of the episode despite the warden’s constnat gloating, Bulba has taken the “Supervillian makes jail into a base” Or “Jail is nothing to a supervillian who can easily get out trope” to ludcrious machines. He has whole meetings with his minions, keeps the ramrod once he gets his hands on it in the laundry and has a ship SHAPED LIKE HIS FACE built into his cellblock. I’ts just so over the top it’s glorious. But yeah since Bulba can’t go after it at first he sends his three goofy minons, one played by eddie “Mandark” deezen in.. love that guy.

THey do end up stealing the ramrod thanks to the help of bulba’s cool, non-anthromporhic condor who he uses as his right hand man and as his link to his minons via a small tv aroudn it’s neck. That.. is awesome. Darkwing spots the condor but fails to stop the three stooges or the condor and gets unknowingly blamed for the robbery..and stopped to get glamor shots not realizing the guy thought he was a criminla which.. fair enough. It is a shadowy disguise after all.

Darkwing ends up grabbing onto the vulture sonic 3 style, but ends up falling off him into a hangar where we meet the original version of Launchpad McQuack, whose apparently quit working for scrooge and has his own hangar now though it wouldn’t be a stretch that scrooge bought it for him.. he does , stingy as he is, appricate hard work and launchpad wanting to start his own buisness and while hte planes were probably all on launchpad, Scrooge would gladly buy a run down buliding for a loyal friend who wants to put in some hard honest work. Plus it’s a free place to store any vehicles he has in the st canard area.. I mean it’s still scrooge. And yes I know the whole “Tad stones said they aren’t the same universe” non sense. I do have the utmost respect for the guy and he seems really, nice but I don’ tlike that, no one likes that and both the comics and the current duckverse with the ducktales reboot entirely ignore that for good reason.While the two shows are diffrent in tone they stil lfit and it’s not a stretch for launchpad to want to spread his wings or failing that scrooge to help push him out of the nest and give him his own buisness or one of scrooge’s to run.

But while Launchpad does help DW with a propeller plane they fail and while launchpad offers to be his sidekick, DW gives him the old I work alone bit. However him being alone won’t last for long as Bulba still needs that arming code and since his only lead is Waddlemeyer’s grandaughter who grew up in his lab, he sends his buffonish minons to go get him. Why he never sends his lone female minon with them is because it’s funnier if she dosen’t I guess. Which it is so fair enough. So thus we enter Goslyn, who the head of the orphanage is fed up with due to her antics. Goslyn is played as most of you knwo by christine cavanagh.. I honestly forgot and it still throws me off a bit she’s using what would later be her chucky finster voice for a character so completely diffrent. Granted it’s not unusual in voice acting, just weird here and only for me personally having grown up with rugrats but not darkwing. The orphanage head is a bit less jarring as she’s played by Marcia Wallace, aka Edna Krabable from the simpsons but A) that show was already running at this point and B), the character is basically a nicer version of edna versus chuckies voice coming out of a tiny if immensly fun to watch hellion. I do like goslyn, sh’es a fun character even in her shadier moments, it’s just something i’d forgotten about i’ll need to get used to is all.

Bulba’s hired goons come in claming ot be friends of her grandpas and we actually get some really heartwrenching context for Gos’ behavior: While she does act out she actually LIKES THE orphanage.. ti’s just her friends keep getting adopted while no one wants someone “full of spirit”. It’s heartwrecnhing to hear.. and only gets worse when the goons try and kidnap her. Thankfully Darkwing.. also kidnaps her, but he kindaps her from kidnappers and while Goslyn naturally takes a second to realize he’s the good guy them shooting at him clues her in. Darkwing, in a rare for the series as a whole moment of reason and not wanting to just power though something himself TRIES to do the responsible thing and leave gos with the police where she’ll be protected.. but given they think he’s a wanted criminal they shoot at him.. and the small child in his motorcycle. Yup that’s the police alright.

So with no other options Darkwing takes gos home, hyjinks insue including her activintg the breakfast thing. But the two genuinely start to bond. While Darkwing dosen’t WANT to keep her around, the whole not wanting connections thing, it’s clear he’s growing fond of the little snot as she holds her own with his trianing course, they have a tickle fight and in the sweetest moment of the episode the two sing little girl blue, a song her grandfather used to sing her to sleep that she teaches darkwing. It’s an utterly heartmelting bit and Cummings and Cavanagh really sell the hell out of it. It also however turns out ot be plot relevant: Turns out just in case Dr. Waddlemeyer hid the code for the ramrod in the song, and when Darkwing sees a photo Goslyn got from bulba’s goons, he realizes this and realizes that depsite thinking she didn’t know it Goslyn had it all along.. and that as long as h’es around she won’t know. Bulba is naturally livid at his minons failure and decides now’s the time to take this into his own hands and while he actually liked the prison hq setup, as it did make sense as it was the perfect cover and the warden was too full of himself to realize Bulba was still active and too convinced the bull was beaten down when he clearly wasn’t, but instead as mentioned above awesomely converts his cellblock into a flying ship in the shape of his own head. Bulba.. is a great villian and I only think the show didn’t use him more because he’s a dead serious, deadly dangerous villian in an otherwise goofy but fun superhero parody show. The show later gained Negaduck, so they had a more dangerous threat for darkwing that fit the show’s tone better while still being utterly terrifying, and likely simply didn’t need him till the idea for the steerminator came up. But I love the guy: he reminds me a lot of the kingpin, a threatning villian who uses his sheer size to beat our hero down, is cool and suave and is an utter mastermind at planning. He also wears a nice suit. And naturlaly he has a plan to take out darkwing since despite the two never having met, as Darkwing disparages when Goslyn assumes their lifelong mortal enmies like in the comics, they know of each other.. and thus bulba knows exactly what trap to spring to get him out of the way and goslyn into his ship: He flashes a message in morris code that he wants to surrender to Darkwing while stroking his ego a LOT. And it works... while i’ts an obvious trap Darkwing’s so full of himself he goes despite Goslyn telling him it’s very obviously a trap. Naturally everything goes pear shaped as a result: Bulba shows up, revealing gos not only to be right but easily pummling Darkwing. Which makes sense: While Darkwing is a vetran crime fighter and secret agent, Bulba’s been at being a villian longer clearly as he’s built up enough of a rep both for Darkwing to know him out of hand and for the warden to be proud capturing him. Given what univese this is, it probably isn’t Bulba’s first round with a superhero and given at this stage St Canard only has one.. yeah Darkwing is outclasssed and the police grab him while Bulba scarpers. And while Gos puts up a good fight using the trianing course, Bulba’s vulture gets her. Bulba has everything he needs. Darkwing meanwhile actually bemoans what a dick he’s been, that the first person he’s cared about besides himself in possibly ever is now in the hands of a murderous mastermind, and that he’s stuck in jail with no one to call on for help. Thankfully.. help arrives.. and by help I mean launchpad backing the ratcatcher, Darkwing’s bike, into the prisoin. He DID come just to bail DW out despite his earlier jerkishness, but backed in and Darkwing not beliving superheroes have time for paperwork, decides to just bust out. And to be ifair int his case he’s probably right as you know, a ten year old might die if they don’t get there in time. So off they go.. but with Bulba in the air they need something with wings to catch him. ANd luckily as Launchpad mentioned earlier he’s been working on something special for darkwing. It’s with this we enter the thunderquack, which is DW”S awesome headshaped plane. It’s just cool it’s got a nice design, goofy enough tof it the universe but cool enoguh to still be fun to watch. Darkwing has really damn cool vehicles, as the ratcatcher is also awesomely iconic. But yeah the thunderquack impresses darkwing and rightfully so and he decides to make LP his sidekick afterall. So now our heroes fly into the danger zone and attack bulba’s airship with Darkwing landing on the bow and a scuffle insues with darkwing and hte minons.. who use actual guns which for a 90′s kids show is a suprise, especially one this intentioanlly goofy, but boy is it nice. However Bulba, being awesomely evil, isn’t dumb and instead of fighting darkwing, which he could win but would win him nothing and having gotten nothing out of goslyn, figures the hero might know the code.. and while Darkwing lies and says he dosen’t, Bulba points out .. he’s right.. but he’s always been a gambling man and has his condor drop goslyn to lure drake into telling him , with DW putting in the code and bulba testing it with a bank robbery.. before predictably having his condor drop the girl because he no longer needs her. Thankfully launchpad catches her in time and then they get revenge on the condor with the thunderquack BITING IT.. which is awesome. Hopefully the reboot version does that.

Darkwing meanwhile saves the day, his new daughter and the city by simply sneaking over to the ramrod and mashign the keys till it overloads, silly, but undeniably awesome and effective. Bulba TRIES to finish off darkwing this time for foiling his plan.. btu the ramrod explodes and while bulba’s minons and goslyn and launchpad are safe... bulba and darkwing are apparently dead and it’s effective. A few weeks later Goslyn’s back at the orphanage utterly distraught and broken at being basically orphaned again. Naturally though Darkwing’s alive, having taken his old identnity back since now he has something worth using it for and adopts her, hinting at who he is so she goes with him. And Drake has changed.. sure he’ll still be as egostical and impuslive as he was here.. but he’s no longer just darkwing.. he’s drake again as he has someone worth fighting for.. two someones in fact. He has a friend, a loyal partner to help him fight cime. And more importantly.. he has a loving daughter. And both needed each other: Goslyn needed someone who understood her despite her manic energy, and Drake needed someone who needed him and not darkwing, a reason to be a person outside the cape and cowl and outside the attention again. He needed a reason to live again... and he’s got it. And it’s going to be great.

Final Thoughts: This pilot is excellent. Well paced, plenty of laughs, tense action and great introductions for everyone involved as well as a hell of a vilian> This is how you do a first episode: it introduces the main themes of the show, both comedically and dramatically, introduces the cast and gives us a one off , or rather two off it’d turn out, villian whose compelling and intresting. IT’s really damn good stuff and I can’t wait ot see what frank does with a simlar story tommorow. Until then, stay safe, and happy hallowen. We’ll be back shortly for The Duck Knight returns and then Let’s Get Dangerous tommorow.

#darkwing duck #reviews #ducktales #darkly dawns the duck #drake mallard #goslyn mallard #launchpad mcquack #tarus bulba #the disney afternoon #the 90's

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flowerfan2 · 4 years

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Group Texts Are Ridiculous - Ch. 5

McDanno, T, A03, 8100k - Complete

Here’s the last chapter - more to come in this series!

September 5, 2020

JR: Well, I guess you were right.

TR: I always am. What in particular is it this time?

JR: Steve stayed away until September. Although you didn’t predict Danny would take off too.

DW: Don’t pretend like you guys were suffering without us there. You’ve been doing just fine. I’ve heard all about your shenanigans.

TR: Yeah, trailing a bunch of teenage drug dealers who could barely tie their own shoes was a blast.

DW: But at least you didn’t have anyone looking over your shoulder while you questioned them, right?

QL: They all confessed as soon as we cuffed them. It wasn’t any challenge at all.

DW: So are you saying you’re too annoyed to show up for the barbeque tonight?

LG: The kids can be as annoyed as they want. Renee and I will be there with bells on. More steak for us.

SM: Grilled mahi, actually. And turkey burgers.

DW: With kick-ass hot sauce from this place we found in Sausalito. Be prepared. It makes anything taste good.

TR: Even turkey burgers?

DW: Even turkey burgers.

LG: We’re all just glad you’re both done with your little R&R trip and are coming back home, steak or no steak.

DW: I have to warn you, though, tonight’s party is pirate themed. You only get the good beer if you wear a costume.

TR: Oh shit, is Steve’s eye not healing?

DW: Nah, he’s doing okay. But he’s still got to keep the patch on for a while. And Charlie’s in a pirate phase so it all works out.

JR: It’ll be good to have you home. I’ve got all my stuff moved out.

QL: Haven’t you already been living at Tani’s for months?

JR: Mostly. But I liked to hang out and play with Eddie, and while Danny’s been away Tani and I have been staying at Steve’s to keep an eye on the place.

SM: Uh oh.

JR: Not to worry, sir, everything is cleaned up. You won’t even notice the bullet holes on the porch, I sanded them down and repainted.

DW: Bullet holes?

TR: A suspect sort of trailed us home.

SM: I don’t remember you mentioning this.

JR: We thought it might go over better in person.

LG: It’s been handled, boss. I’ll send you the reports if you really can’t wait.

DW: Don’t bother. Let us hang on to the illusion of deniability for one more day.

SM: By the way, anyone who’s free tomorrow, we could use your help with something.

QL: I’m free.

JR: Us too. What’s up?

SM: We need to clean out Danny’s house so he can put it on the market.

LG: Congratulations! So you’re making it official then?

DW: Steve, I thought we talked about telling people tonight?

SM: What can I say, I’m impulsive sometimes.

TR: Holy crap, are you engaged?

DW: Everyone relax. This isn’t a big deal. I’ve just been living at Steve’s for almost a year, we figured it was time to sell my place since I’m not using it.

TR: “We” figured?

TR changed the name of the group text to Engagement Party Tonight At Steve and Danny’s

SM: I’m all for a celebration. I finally pulled my head out of my ass and saw what was right in front of me. It’s about time.

JR: So you’re home for good, right?

DW: He is. And we are.

#McDanno #H50 #Hawaii Five-0 #Hawaii Five-0 fic #Danny Williams #Steve McGarrett

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Puppy Love

summary: Right after she breaks up with her abusive boyfriend, Beverly house and dog sits for her two good friends while they’re gone for a month. During this time she has to take the dog to the vet because of a terrible limp, and there she meets the one and only Ben Hanscom – a sweetheart with a pure soul and kind eyes. Untrusting of men other than her three best friends, Beverly believes she’ll never find someone to trust and be with for the rest of her life. But as time goes on, and as she becomes friends with Ben, that belief gradually changes. word count: 5.7k warnings: mentions of abuse (i don’t go into detail); there’s also a bit where she has a panic attack but i don’t go into to much detail there either a/n: hello i meant to post this earlier but i got anxious and then i needed to focus on school bc of a paper and today tumblr is being a bitch, so. sorry lmao. hope you enjoy this tho!! ignore any typos and/or spelling mistakes

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chapter one: bad limp

Beverly Marsh doesn’t trust men – most of them, at least. The only men she does trust are her good friends: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, and Mike Hanlon.

She and Richie had grown up across the street from one another, and he was the only kid who adamantly stuck by her side through the hells of elementary, middle, and high school in their small town of Derry, Maine. They were both the outcasts there from the get go. A kid who was too talkative for his own good, a boy who came out proudly bisexual in middle school, a teen who couldn’t sit still for the life of him; paired with a kid who had bruises on her body everyday, a girl who learned men looked at her wrong at too young of an age, a teen who got slut shamed for very untrue rumors. Then college came, and the two hauled ass to New York City to go to college, sharing a shitty one bedroom apartment and working hellish hours to scrape by. They didn’t go to the same university, though; Richie went to NYU for four years in drama and then went a different route of standup comedy while Beverly went to a smaller college to get a cosmetology degree.

Those years, they met Eddie Kaspbrak and Mike Hanlon. Eddie was at the same college Beverly went to on way to become a Science teacher, and they both worked at a crappy coffee place. They got along extremely well and after a while she introduced him to Richie, the two beginning their marriage-like bickering instantly. It was no surprise to Beverly when they got together in their second year of college. The feisty young man complemented their duo extremely well from the get-go, officially making them into an inseparable trio in no time. Then comes in Mike Hanlon, a sweet boy who grew up on a farm and who was on his way to become the best veterinarian known to man. ("I'm not gonna be the best one, guys, chill." - "Well, we think you will be.") He was Eddie’s room mate and about the time Eddie and Richie started dating was when Mike got pulled in, making their group an even four. Beverly had been hesitant at the time. Her father and every man back home made her wary of how men and boys would be towards her, her own boyfriend no help to that thought process at all, but Mike was quick to prove her wrong. He didn’t stare at her as if she were a piece of meat – hell, he still doesn’t, and neither do the other two (for obvious reasons) – and he’s never anything but gentle.

And then there’s Tom.

How she ended up with a nearly carbon copy of her father as a boyfriend during college is beyond her. He looked harmless back then, Bev remembers; he charmed her way into her life, making her believe everything was fine, but then slowly started manipulating different situations and raising his hand at her and verbally threatening her. She should’ve gotten out of it sooner but something kept her there with the asshole; something kept her from telling her friends, coming up with lame excuses as to why another bruise had formed on her wrist.

Fast forward some years. The even four graduated – Tom, too – and Richie beings to work his ass off to get gigs and all for his stand up comedy career that hopefully won't flop, and Eddie’s searching for assistant teaching jobs, and Beverly is working at really nice hair salon that pays well, and Mike is in Veterinary School. And she’s still with Tom; her friends are starting to catch on, if they hadn’t before. A few more years down the line, Richie gets a big break (okay not that big, but it's a break nonetheless), and somehow becomes extremely popular among the teens after his tweet about his cute but angry chihuahua like boyfriend. Eddie has been an assistant teacher for a couple years now and getting ready to become just a regular teacher; and Mike’s out of Veterinary School, and Bev’s opening up her own salon after a two year business program at a community college. She’s still dating Tom.

Until she’s not. At 26, Beverly has had enough. After nearly seven or eight years of something she grew up enough with because of her father, she gains the courage to finally stand up again to her another abusive man in her life. The other three finally knew the entire truth and with their help and pep talks and comforting words and hugs, Beverly stands up for herself. She dumps Tom. A fight ensues. She acquired a few new bruises and he expects her still in their shared apartment when he comes home from work. But when he’s gone, through tears and cries, she packs up everything. Literally everything. And then she’s getting in the crappy Honda she’s had since her first year in college with all of her belongings and driving to Richie’s and Eddie’s house just a little bit away. They aren't there, though. Richie is on a mini tour for a month and to because it was the summer and to celebrate the fact someone hired him as an actual teacher for the upcoming school year, Eddie tagged along.

Beverly doesn’t trust men, and the full reason why hits her like a train as she sits in her best friend’s and his boyfriend’s home, alone and honestly a bit scared. It makes her sad thinking over how much she loves and trusts three guys with her life, but two harmful men and the disgusting, predatory looks from other men out weighs her best friends’ good intentions. As she sits there, suitcases haphazardly pushed into the living room and body sore, she wonders if she should go to the doctor. It’s only a few bruises and a busted lip, though. Eddie, if he knew, would be fussing over her and dragging her out of the house in an instant to get her checked on from worry – the opposite of what his mother did constantly to him as a child.

The redhead chuckles at the thought of the Kaspbrak fretting over her, but then a few tears are leaving her eyes and suddenly she’s crying again, and wanting to call one of her boys, but she can’t. She doesn’t want to. Not yet, anyway. Richie’s having too much fun, Eddie’s enjoying his break, Mike is already working, having a good time while doing so. They didn’t need to worry over her while they’re living their lives to the fullest.

A bark interrupts her thought process and she blinks, confused for a split second until she remembers Sid. A black lab with too much energy for her own good, just a little over a year old. Richie and Eddie had gotten Sid when she was four months old. They almost didn’t get her all because they weren't sure how often they'd get to spend with the puppy. Both are home more often than they thought, though still both of their jobs restrain them from spending the amount of time they want with the puppy - less often than they first thought, though. Thankfully, both Mike and Bev are available more often than not, Bev the most. They help take care of Sid when the couple can’t, which honestly isn't that much, and the adorable dog has somehow formed into everyone’s pet over time with how often they're all at the Tozier-Kaspbrak house.

Bev wipes under her eyes and cheeks, wincing at her palm pushes into the bruise on her cheek too hard, and makes her way through the house to the back door. She peers outside to the fenced backyard and sees Sid near the back, tail up and ears perked; on high alert. The dog probably heard something she didn't like, or maybe saw a squirrel. Beverly opens the door after she unlocks it, and one hand rests on the door frame.

“Sid!” She shouts to get the dogs attention. “C’mere, girl!” Sid yaps and runs to Beverly instantly, and the woman’s laughing a bit as she crouches down, the dog attacking her with licks. Beverly pets the dog in return and moves to sit on her butt. “Hey, girl. You missed me, huh? I was just here yesterday, though, before your dads left. You miss them, too? Hm, I bet. I do. Yeah, I do, and they miss you, no doubt about it. C’mon, hey- oof, let me stand up, girl. Sid- Okay, thank you. Hey, can you sit? I’ll give you treat! Good girl, let me take a picture.”

Beverly snaps a picture of Sid, the black lab’s tongue hanging out the side of her mouth as she pants, floppy ears forward and dark eyes wide. She quickly sends the picture to Eddie, paired with a text of heart and dog emojis and ‘she misses u!’. She then ushers Sid inside, brows furrowing when she thinks she sees the dog limping, but it was hard to tell. She quickly finds the dog treats in the kitchen pantry, and feeds Sid one right as she gets a reply from her friend.

[from: coffee buddy 11:49 am MNFK SHES SO CUTESJDK I MISS HER TOO GIVE HER LOVE SOME LOVE FOR US]

[to: coffee buddy 11:50 am i'll be sure to give her all the love dw ur pretty lil head]

[from: dipshit 11:52 am SID!!!!!!! THE CUTEST!!!!!!!!!! THANK U FOR UR SERVICE BEV]

[to: dipshit 11:52 am mwah ur welcome rich x]

She smiles at their reactions. It's cute and something she's seen a thousand times throughout the year they've had Sid. One time, she had watched and listened to Richie gush over Sid sleeping with her head in Eddie's lap, his boyfriend drifting off to sleep as well. Unfortunately, that memory ends with Tom calling her and demanding her home for the night, cutting the friends' fun night together short.

Beverly finds herself frowning at the memory and doesn't bother to keep track of Sid as she wanders throughout the house. The young woman stays in the kitchen, her mood coming back down. She brushes stands of her long hair out of her face, her features scrunching up in disgust. She hates it long. Hates the way it gets the way and how she always has to do something with it, always having to get tangles out at the ends. Tom loves her long hair though, and after some persuasion back in college, Beverly grew it out again and kept it at the same mid-back length. Her stomach churns with the realization her father liked her hair long, too. It was the reason she chopped it all off in the first place. Self-hate settles in her, and she can feel the tears coming back as she leans against the counter when her phone starts ringing again. She jumps. The irrational part of her brain is telling her that the caller is Tom, that he somehow found out that she left home while at work, and he's coming over to drag her back. The other part - the rational part - knows that can't be it.

With shaky hands, she pulls her phone back out. Relief floods through her at seeing the familiar number of one of her clients. She sighs and presses the green dot on the screen before putting it on speaker. It was Audra Phillips, a wonderful woman around her age that started coming to Beverly's own salon the moment it opened, always complimenting Bev's work and saying how the redhead should be a renowned stylist for hair, makeup and clothes. "Hi, Audra," she greets, hoping her voice doesn't give off the fact that she had been close to crying.

"Beverly, hi!" Audra greets, happy. If she can tell something is up, she doesn't say anything. "I was just wondering if we're still on for one today? It's just- I'm busy these next couple days and there's a court case Friday, and I really don't want to look like shit. The split ends are bad. And it's my first one, y'know?"

"Of course, yeah," Beverly does her best to sound up beat. "I was actually just about to leave to get everything ready." It's a lie, but the other woman doesn't need to know that. Until Audra called, Beverly's mind had completely pushed away her one o'clock appointment, too engrossed into the early morning fight with Tom and her leaving without his knowledge.

"Wonderful! You are a life saver, Marsh, I fucking love you."

A genuine smile reaches her lips. "It's truly no problem, Audra. I'll see you at one."

They hang up, and Beverly goes to the bathroom after fishing her makeup bag from one of her suitcases. She stares at herself, taken back by the appearance. The bruise on her cheek is worse than she thought, and she had dried blood she didn't know about on her chin from the cut on her lip. Her striking blue eyes are bloodshot and rimmed red from crying on and off throughout the morning, and her bright red hair was a bird's nest. She is a complete and utter mess, and she has no idea how to make it seem like she isn't. But she does her best for the next ten minutes; she covers up the bruise with ease, and does her make up to where the only indication of her crying are the bloodshot eyes. She tames her hair to the best of her ability and just throws it into a ponytail. She keeps what she's already wearing on - a tee from Disney World that she got a some years back when she and her three friends were all free of school - with light skinny jeans and converse. Then, she puts Sid back outside in the backyard, grabs her keys, makes sure the doors are all locks and that the lights are off, and finally leaves.

+++

"-and I've always wanted to start a fashion line. Or do something with fashion, and make up too, which is why I started that- that...what's the word? Oh, well, that thing where people can make appointments for getting their makeup and hair done for dates, or prom, or whatever - oh, a bundle! The two in one. Gosh, I'm the owner and can't even fucking remember these things correctly," Beverly says, wincing as she remembers that she's talking to a customer. "Sorry for my language."

Audra chuckles from where she sits directly in front of Beverly, the woman behind her snipping away at her now wet hair. "You know I don't care about your language, Bev, keep on with it. And don't down talk yourself, sweetie, everyone forgets things."

They meet eyes in the mirror and share a smile. Audra has been at the salon for some time now. Beverly washed the other woman's hair before actually starting to cut it, per Audra's request. During that time they had conversed about a million and one things, leaving one conversation to go to another only to jump back to a topic that had long since been forgotten when one of them remembered something else. It was nice, Beverly had to admit. It was getting her mind off of that morning.

"Would you add fashion if you could? To the bundle - making a three in one deal."

Beverly's brows knit together as she thinks about it. Then, "Most likely. I think it would be hard to do, though. I don't think fashion is one of my strong suits, and... I dunno, the makeup deal probably won't last too much longer and I doubt the fashion thing would, either."

Audra snorts with a roll of her eyes. "You are one of the most talented women I know with all of this," she tells Beverly, hands moving under the cape. "I've never been disappointed once, and the make up you do for the prom and special events are fucking fantastic! Your fashion sense is off the charts when you dress up; hell, even when you dress down. You have the potential to do all three, Bev. What's holding you back?" The question is quieter, filled with so much care; and her other words are full of sincerity. It has Beverly faltering her movements.

She licks her lips. She knows what's holding her back. "Tom," she says simply as she quickly goes back to doing Audra's hair, and she hopes it doesn't sound as bitter and fearful as it felt. "He's always been supportive of this - of the hair salon - but he's always...apprehensive about the makeup. And then about the fashion, he's just so against it."

"What do men know?" Audra asks. "And what does Tom even do?"

"He works at some small business. A financial analysis."

"He's just jealous. Scared, maybe, of you turning out better than him. God, men are so...ugh."

"There are a few decent ones out there," Beverly says, thinking of her friends. A large smile tugs at her lips. "My best friends. Richie's annoying as all fuck, but he's genuinely caring when he wants to be. Usually to his boyfriend, and me. We grew up together, so we're basically siblings. Then there's Eddie - Richie's boyfriend. A damn firecracker. A bit crazy. A mother hen, at times. Oh, and Mike! He's probably the most genuine, nice guy I know. He's over six feet, and Rich calls him a gentle giant. I'd call him the perfect guy, but he loves pranks, and he and Rich get into a prank war three times a year and they drag Eddie and me into them too. They're not perfect - not by a long shot - but they're the most decent guys I know. I doubt there's any 'perfect guy'."

Audra's quiet for a moment. "I'm surprised you didn't put Tom in there."

Beverly's jaw clenches for a moment. "Why would I put my ex in a list of good men?" She says in a casual way and hopes that it doesn't cause dramatic reactions from those around her. It does. Her regulars and few employees know of her and Tom. It was clear no one likes him, and Bev knows that maybe they figured out something had been wrong about the relationship, but she always painted Tom as a good guy to others despite the bruises littering her skin and his harsh words towards her even in public. Audra's jaw drops and Beverly stops snipping the hair and moved her arms to her sides just in time as Audra turned around, and she sets the scissors on a flat surface. A gasp is heard across the building, and Bev turns her head to see her good friend and employee, Kay McCall, standing a few chairs away, getting ready for another customer.

"Did he dump you?" Audra asks, almost sounding hesitant to do so.

Beverly looked back at her, and then at Kay who is walking over at the speed of lightning. "I... Actually, I dumped him," she says slowly. "This morning." It almost feels wrong telling the girls first instead of her best friends first, but there's a sense of relief that comes with telling someone and Bev figures that the boys won't mind.

Kay squeals and pulls Beverly into a tight hug. "Oh, my god, I thought you'd never get rid of that ass!" She pauses and pulls away, keeping her hands on her friend's shoulders. A serious yet excited expression sits on her face. "I know it's no surprise I don't like him, okay, I'm sorry. I know you loved him too but, babe, that boy was a total whack job! He gave me the fucking creeps!"

Audra is nodding along. "I wanted to say something, but we're not that close, y'know? And I didn't wanna piss you off accidentally."

"I honestly thought you were gonna end up marrying him. It was, like, my worst fear the longest time," Kay admits. Her hands finally leave Beverly's shoulders.

"Mine too." Beverly takes in their looks, and she wants to take the words back but it's too late. She doesn't want to tell them what he's done, it's too early and too fresh to tell someone out right, so she doesn't. "I stopped loving him, is all," she lies. But, it's not really a lie. "I felt obligated to stay in the relationship, I guess. Probably a bit scared, too, because we've been together since the end of my second year of college. I finally just ripped off the band-aid this morning."

Audra smiles softly. "Long ones are the hardest to end."

Kay nods in agreement. "Yeah. Hey, I've got a pullout at my apartment if you need a place to stay. I know you two were living together."

Beverly shakes her head. "Thanks, but I'm good for now. Rich and Eddie are out of the city for a month, and I'm already visiting there to dog sit. Might as well house sit, too. I'll call if I decide to take you up on that offer, though."

They share a few more words - not much at all, though - and soon Beverly is back to Audra's hair, and Kay is walking up front where a new customer is stepping in. She licks lips, feeling how chapped they are, and her nose scrunches the slightest bit as her tongue went over the cut. She had forgotten about it, and at remembering it she is grateful that neither Audra nor Kay asked about it. She doesn't know what she would have come up with if they did.

+++

The rest of the day consisted of Beverly having a few more customers, going to the grocery store because she knows for a fact that Richie and Eddie have zero food at their house, walking around fearful, and finally getting to the Tozier-Kaspbrak residence with the sun completely gone because apparently shopping and driving takes a lot longer than she realizes. She keeps the doors locked and lets Sid roam around as she puts up the groceries - she was right, they had no food - and later feeds Sid, noticing that the limp she thought she saw that morning is, in fact, a limp and it looked the slightest bit worse. After dinner, and after letting Sid outside for a few minutes to use the bathroom, Beverly's phone starts to ring and ring, and ping continuously, messages and missed calls from Tom keeping the device occupied. She waits, but the messages and calls come in nearly every second. Every minute. She wants to call someone - Mike, Richie, Kay, Eddie, anyone but Tom - but she can't pick up the phone, because that means looking at her messages. She knows it's not going to happen, but that doesn't stop her from feeling as if even if she touched the phone Tom would find out where she is like some telepathic demon from Hell.

It's not until she's hearing her own wheezing when it dawns on her that she's having a panic attack over the stupid fucking calls and text messages, curling in on herself against one of the kitchen walls, cheeks wet and make up smudged because of her tears. She hasn't had one in years, not since her first year in college, which is a surprise in and of itself given who she's been dating. Her mind struggles to grasp at what to do - its been eight years - but once she remembers, Beverly does her best to do it. It takes time, much longer than she would like to admit, but she soon calms down. Her hands stop shaking, and her cheeks are starting to dry, and her phone is silent too. Sid is laying a few feet away, staring. Worried. Beverly sniffles. Shakily, she stands and the young dog moves her head up in a flash, eyes trained on Beverly as the young woman moves across the kitchen. Sid then quickly gets up and limps to where she's right beside Bev.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she unlocks her phone to avoid looking at the missed calls and unread texts, and it makes her want to throw up as she does it but she blocks Tom's number, erases the messages and makes the missed calls notifications go away.

Then, she's going to bed in the guest room, exhausted. Sid is at her feet in the bed when she's supposed to be in her bog bed and kennel, but Beverly doesn't care. Rich and Eddie don't have to know, anyway. She's too relaxed. She feels too safe with Sid there. So, she lets Sid stay there, eventually falling asleep.

+++

It's halfway through the morning when Beverly notices Sid is heavily favoring her right front leg as she plays without a care in the world in the backyard. It concerns her, worries her, so she calls the nearest vet and places an appointment at two - and coincidentally, it's the one Mike works at. She doesn't call her two best friends yet, not wanting to worry them in case nothing is wrong. She doesn't go into work. She doesn't want to, simply put, so she doesn't. She's the owner, anyway, and goes in whenever she pleases; the fact that she had no one specifically ask for her on that day was another reason Bev doesn't go in, and she knows the employees can handle themselves. She takes a nice, warm, long shower and brings Sid inside around noon. Then she has lunch, and as the time for Sid's appointment rolls closer, she changes into Nike shorts and the same t-shirt she wore the day before, uncaring of who saw her in it yesterday. She's still emotionally drained from the night before, so it surprises her that she didn't walk out in sweats and a hole-y shirt.

The drive to the vet is fine. Sid stays in the backseat, constantly moving into different positions and standing to look between the front seats, even though her front leg is probably hurting her. Upon reaching the vet clinic, the hope of seeing Mike rises, and she gets out with Sid quickly, locking her car, and then goes inside. It’s not long at all until she’s sitting in one of the back rooms waiting for someone to come in and check on Sid. Not too soon later, the door is opening and she’s hoping it’s Mike, but it’s not. She tries not to look too disappointed, though it wasn’t hard at all given as the guy who walks in is attractive.

She blinks, taking in the dirty blond hair and soft brown eyes; he’s tall, too – about Richie’s or Mike’s height – and at first Beverly, admittedly, tensed up. Here’s a guy who she doesn’t know and therefore doesn’t trust, and her first thought is that he’s going to say something her. To try and flirt. To seem as if he’s this perfect dude trying to win Bev over for a hookup. But then he’s giving her a warm smile before crouching down to Sid who’s jumping in excited at seeing a new person, and she suddenly feels bad for jumping to conclusions.

“Hey,” the guy laughs as Sid licks his face. “You’re a friendly one, aren’t you? Who’ve we got here today?” He’s then looking at Bev and standing up.

Beverly twists the leash in her hands. “That’s Sid. Um, she has a bad limp, and I just got worried.”

He nods and looks back down to the dog, who’s now laying on the floor at his feet, panting as she stares up at him. “Yeah, I noticed it when I walked in. It’s pretty significant. If you don’t mind, I’ll take her to weigh her out there. We’ll be right back.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s fine, do what you gotta do,” she says. “I’ve never been to a vet before. Sid’s not mine, she’s my friend’s. I’m just dog sitting while he and his boyfriend are outta town. I figured I should bring her myself in case something is actually seriously wrong.”

He smiles as he slips the vet’s leash on Sid with ease, and unclasps the other off of her collar. “That's nice of you to do.”

“I'd do anything for my friends.” Beverly sets the leash in her lap, giving a tiny smile. “She pulls a lot, by the way. Just a warning,” she tells the man.

He nods. “It’s fine. Be back in a jiff,” he tells her and then he’s out of the room with Sid, the dog excitedly walking and pulling. Beverly chuckles and leans back in the chair, blue eyes looking at the framed picture on the wall. It’s an illustration of different types of dogs and their names and where they originally came from.

She’s about to stand up to get a better look when the guy and Sid come back in. He walks the dog to her and lets her reattach the leash before removing the vet’s leash. “How much does she weigh?” Bev asks, curious, frowning at how Sid is favoring her leg.

“Thirty pounds,” he says.

“That’s good, right?”

He nods. “Yes, it is. Female labs usually get up to between twenty-five and thirty-two.”

Bev smiles and pets Sid. “Well, you’re a healthy girl, huh? Other than your leg.” She looks up at the guy, and he’s already looking at her with an expression she can’t read. Its similar to the one Richie gives her once in a while when he’s in a particularly loving mood towards everyone; but there’s something about this guy’s expression that’s so different from it at the same time. There’s no lust, no want, no desire. Almost admiration, if she has to label it. It’s a look she’s not used to, to say the least, and she has to look away and back down to Sid. “So, are you going to check her out, or is there some big shot vet doc that has to come in?” She asks. “Dr. Doolittle, maybe?”

He seems to jolt back into reality at the question, and if Bev were to look up she would see his cheeks reddening. “Huh- oh, yeah. I’m just- just an intern here, trying to get my foot in the door before I finally become a veterinarian myself. No Dr. Doolittle, though.”

Beverly chuckles and looks up. “Shame. I’d pay some real money to have Dr. Doolittle here.”

He smiles, still blushing a little. “I’d pay to be Dr. Doolittle.” Then, “I’ll go get the ‘big shot vet doc’.” He uses air quotes as he uses the words Beverly had said moments before, chuckling lightly as she rolls her eyes with no malice behind the action.

“Alright. Oh- hey, uh,” she hesitates, “I’m Beverly Marsh, by the way. I should’ve introduced myself sooner. Sorry.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’m Ben Hanscom. I’ll be right back with the doctor, Beverly.”

As he leaves, she can’t help but feel a bit embarrassed about just introducing herself like that so abruptly, but she pushes the feeling away. A few minutes later, the guy – Ben, and she can’t help but think how well the name suits him – walks in with the doctor. They check on Sid, have her walk around for a few seconds, and then the doctor is explaining that nothing seems wrong.

“There isn’t any swelling or cuts or broken bones, so it’s probably just a bad sprain. Nothing too bad, thankfully, but you’ll have to restrict how much she plays for it to get better. I’ll prescribe her some pain medication that you’ll give her once a day for seven days. If it’s not better by this day next week, I suggest bringing her back. It’ll most likely require surgery if that’s the case.”

Beverly nods along to the words and takes the information in, planning on calling Richie once she leaves to explain everything to him. After that, both the doctor and Ben are leaving again, Ben coming back five minutes later with a small, blue pill bottle.

“Give her one forth of these everyday, and it should help,” Ben tells her as he hands the bottle to her. “I hope she gets better. She’s such a sweetheart.”

Beverly stands and holds the pill bottle with one hand, and Sid’s leash with the other. “Me too. Thank you, by the way.”

He sheepishly smiles and shrugs. “I barely did a thing. It’s all the doctor.”

She chuckles. “Well, thank her too for me. Hey, do you know a Mike Hanlon?”

He nods quickly. “Yeah, he’s another intern for one of the other doctors here.”

“Is he here?”

“Yeah. But he’s helping with a surgery on a sick cat. Why?”

She shrugs. “He’s one of my friends. I was expecting to see him, is all.”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

Beverly frowns but then smiles, shaking her head as she gets ready to leave. “You’re not a disappointment, Ben. You seem like a cool guy, and it was nice meeting you.”

He’s then giving her another warm smile, and he’s blushing again. “Thanks. It was nice to meet you, too. And Sid, of course.”

Beverly then says a bye with a smile of her own and she walks out of the back room, and to the front. She pays, not minding having to, and walks out with her phone pressed to ear as she calls Richie, explaining what’s wrong and what’s happening with Sid as she drives home. She doesn’t mention the breakup or Ben just yet. She doesn’t want to think about either too much, and telling her best friend about both would require just that. So, she doesn’t. Richie doesn’t ask, either, because one: he avoids the topic of Tom as well because it just puts him in a pissy mood for the rest of the day and he can’t be in a pissy mood during a gig, and two: Beverly have no indication about the guy who helped out at the vet clinic being attractive in any way.

She sighs as she falls into the couch after giving Sid the correct amount of medicine, turning on the TV, pushing any thoughts about men out of her mind as she watches a rerun of an old 90s show.

#ben hanscom #beverly marsh #benverly #it #the losers club #my writing #*#pls don't let this flop

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