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Eddie’s no stranger to slamming doors.
In fact, he’s fairly familiar with the sound of the screen door clapping against the wooden frame on the trailer across the street. He tries not to be nosy. Tries to mind his business as best he can.
But he somehow always knows when a certain blue Camaro is parked in the weeds.
He’s seen the Mayfields a handful of times since they moved in. Has changed the tire on Susan’s car before when she had a flat and teased Max a few times when she’s practiced kick flips in the street. He’s not a mechanic by trade or even a skater, but he was more than happy to lend a hand in both cases.
He hasn’t, however, had many chances to interact with the third, honorary Mayfield: Billy. Eddie isn’t sure where he goes when he’s not in the trailer park, but he only stays a handful of nights out of the week. Tends the yard, maintains the house, and, from what Eddie understands, helps pay some of the bills. Which all seems oddly generous for someone who doesn’t even live there full-time.
Especially when that someone is Billy Hargrove.
When the screen door slams across the street, harder than normal, even for one of Max’s distasteful moods, Eddie can’t help but peak through the blinds.
What he sees is enough to make his blood run cold.
There’s a car he’s never seen before parked haphazardly out front, the driver door slamming shut before it peels off down the street, leaving a cloud of dust behind.
At the bottom of the steps is Billy. Clutching onto the rail with an unforgiving grip, legs wobbling before he buckles forward. The door flies open and Max is at his side in a matter of moments, dipping under his arm to try and support his weight, only to stumble down the steps when he loses balance and lurches forward.
Eddie is sprinting through his trailer when he sees the guy heave and nothing but red comes out. Drips into the dirt and creates a sickeningly dark, crimson mud between his boots.
He’s not a nurse. Or a doctor. Or even a friend to these people, but he doesn’t think twice about slinging the blond’s other arm around his shoulders and taking on the bulk of his weight. Up close, the reality of the situation only eludes Eddie even more.
Billy’s left eye is swollen shut, his lip is busted, and he walks with a definite limp that doesn’t at all fit his normal sturdy gait. His breaths are labored and he gasps when Eddie presses too hard at his side, which is not a good sign. Susan’s frantic voice emanates from inside when Max opens the door, and the two boys almost trip over the clutter that fills the entryway.
A box of stuff has been spilled, no— thrown onto the floor. Glass has shattered. Tables have been tipped. Eddie tries to focus on getting Billy to the sofa.
Finds himself catching the tail end of Susan’s conversation over the phone in the kitchen.
“—no, no, I need you to do something about this, Chief Powell, he’s dangerous,” she says. Voice strained, like she’s been shouting. “He hurt my boy, Cal. He came and he—“ her voice breaks, and Eddie catches a glimpse of her with a hand on her face as he lowers Billy into the couch. “He threatened my son’s life, for Christ’s sake. I don’t care how many officers you have on-hand, I need someone here now.”
“Mom, we need to take him to the hospital,” Max rasps.
Her face is streaming with tears that she wipes away with her sleeve. Cards a gentle hand into Billy’s hair and keeps his head upright when it lolls back.
Eddie’s not sure what exactly he’s getting himself into, but he knows that the box of things on the floor doesn’t belong to either of the girls. That no one from school, not even Jason Carver, is capable of doing this to Billy. And that terrifies him more than anything, confusion or not.
“I can drive him,” he blurts.
Max’s bright green eyes fix on him then.
“I’ll go with you.”
“No, no,” Billy grumbles. Furrows his brows. “You stay w’ Susan. Can’ leave her alone.”
Max looks like she wants to protest for a moment, but then she looks away. Clenches her fist against her pant leg.
“Fine.”
“C’mon, big guy,” Eddie says. “Let’s get you out to that fancy car of yours.”
“Ding my baby ‘n I’ll kill you, Munson.”
It’s easier going down the steps than it was going up. Eddie helps the blond into the passenger seat of the Camaro and winds up having to pry the keys out of his hand before he climbs in and starts it. Listens to the familiar purr of the engine that he’s come to be so fascinated with these last few months.
“Buckle in, I fully intend on running every stop sign,” Eddie says.
He throws the car into reverse. Can’t help but smile when Billy laughs hoarsely and thumbs the new wash of crimson away from his mouth.
“Thanks. For, y’know.” The car peels down the street similar to the one that left mere minutes ago. “Didn’t want them to freak out anymore than they already are.”
True to his word, Eddie runs the first stop sign he comes across. Thinks back to that box that spilled on the floor. About how he saw Metallica records among the pile, and about how he’s heard Max rant about how much she loves pop. About how For Whom the Bell Tolls is thrumming through the speakers in the car right now.
Eddie realizes now that he doesn’t have to be anything special to offer his help. Doesn’t need a medical degree, to know how to build cars from the ground up, or own a skateboard to try and be a good person. To do what’s right.
Because Billy Hargrove Mayfield isn’t anything special either, and yet here he is. Worried about his mom and his sister like he’s not suffering from broken bones and internal bleeding.
And, on top of everything, Eddie suspects that the Camaro won’t disappear from across the street anymore after today. That makes a grin split across his face as he presses his foot down harder against the gas.
“Isn’t that what friends are for?”
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quibbs126 · 1 year
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“…Dark Choco Cookie? Is that you?”
“I haven’t seen you since you were freshly baked, look at you now.”
“You look so much like your father.”
So after watching the cutscene on YouTube where Pure Vanilla Cookie gets put in a jar, I was thinking about a potential fanfic scenario where Pure Vanilla notices Dark Choco and recognizes him, unaware that he’s working for Dark Enchantress Cookie, and it catches Dark Choco off guard
Or instead of being a direct rendition of that scene, it’s a separate scene where only Pure Vanilla and Dark Choco are present, where Dark Choco may or may not betray him when the others put him in a jar. Maybe it leads to Dark Choco rethinking things and betraying the CoD? Or perhaps a scenario where Dark Choco already betrayed the Cookies of Darkness, and this is just Pure Vanilla after regaining his memories and finally recognizing him.
I dunno, I’m still only on Episode 9, so I don’t have the full knowledge of how all this works
But yeah, just an idea I had. I would like a fanfic where Pure Vanilla and Dark Choco bond, and maybe Dark Choco redemption during Episodes 9-10. I’m not sure if there are any fanfics about that, the Dark Choco redemptions I tend to look for typically involve Dark Cacao Cookie instead, but I would like to see it regardless
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katmiscellanious · 7 months
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Izzy, who is absolutely in love with Blackbeard: I have love for you
Ed with more daddy issues than he has treasure:
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seagiri · 3 months
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i liked both
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mimimik · 5 months
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Dl! Boat boys doodling
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catboyify · 21 days
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workplace antics or something
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kkoct-ik · 2 months
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character design so good i somehow pulled out a fullbody
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dunsbar · 1 year
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birrdies · 1 month
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you awake?
some art for a boat boys au im working on… its hard to describe what exactly it is, but its based on the show ‘WAYNE’ if any of you have seen it.
Joel lost count of the days once they passed D.C. He should’ve kept a book or something—hell, he could’ve found a sharpie and scrawled some tallies on his palm— but it was hard track of time when all you really wanted was to outrun it. But as the sun set, slivers of a dreary dusk streaming in the windows, Joel was trapped in it. But this time, he didn’t mind so much.
Etho’s head was a dead weight on his shoulder. The rumble of the car engine kept lulling the both of them to sleep, but Joel fought. Just in case. Just to count the breaths against his collarbone. Those, he could count. Passing days didn’t matter anymore— this did. Here and now, the road ahead of them, did.
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gelatinzz · 2 months
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pi ,, thumbs up. i love pi actually, what a creature, what a silly. go watch the pi day jacknjwllify video NOW
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squinkoblinko · 1 year
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the mii obsession grows you have no idea
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sysig · 4 months
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How far did you get? (Patreon)
#My art#Handplates#UT#Gaster#Frisk#A DBZA incorrect quote technically - it's just such a raw line#Even what it's in reply to kinda works in this context! ''What exactly changed between you in the future and now?'' Time travel nonsense#It feels real weird to have a piece fully finished in black and white and have that be Correct lol#I am So pleased with the composition of this ♥#Gaster vertical and the human horizonal! Gaster confined and the human-#Hint: He's not looking at Frisk#Gaster being able to see Zarfox consistently is very interesting to me#Or rather - that bit makes sense lol he got as far as he could within the confines of his world and understanding#It's still cool how much he can actually see tho - understand? Interpret? Hard to pin down and define haha#What Sans is able to see doubly interests me - he got some but just glimpses! Different from - I assume - Gaster's consistent sight#Poor Papyrus being left out haha#It's been a while since I've drawn a Vessel - weird to think about Frisk in that context haha#It's accurate! Just weird ♪#I am so in love with Gaster's post-Void design <3 The fact that his lineart is ''canon'' - however you want to phrase it just ughgjkdslafd#Any instance of The Medium being drawn attention to down to its format and details gives me the zoomies lol#Visual representation of the unfathomable! It's so cool!!#And the fact that at the Very least Gaster suspects just how limited his viewpoint is - is phased in and out of it - what he assumes is real#He knows that even with everything that makes him up now - the threads of the multiverse! - it's still so much bigger than he can understand#''More than I thought'' - and then actually getting to talk with some/thing/one(s) that make up at least a sliver of that Bigger#''Less than you'd think'' - like moving a grain of sand that contains a universe on the beach of infinity#Hghhh it's cool <3
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1941-crowley-slut · 9 months
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Crowley fell so hard that he got domesticated
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foolnamedjoey · 4 months
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Sillies
plue silly headcanon
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yardsards · 10 months
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do people who have listened to taz balance but not graduation Know that it was HEAVILY IMPLIED that lup and barry eventually adopted a lil sorcerer child who got disowned by his family for his natural necromancy magic, and they taught him how to use his powers for good and were overall great parents that he looks back on fondly
(and said child grew up to be a dimension-hopping lich, caretaker of the dead, and very sweet adoptive father of a major npc)
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