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"Jeepers," Daphne exclaimed as she approached the run-down spooky building. "This place is giving me the willies."

"No one said solving this mystery would be for the faint of heart," Velma replied. "But a series of spooky disappearances in a historically haunted town just before Halloween is nothing we can't handle."

Velma and Daphne stood shoulder to shoulder outside the Mystery Machine with their flashlights armed. Mystery Incorporated had gotten a tip a few days ago about tourists going missing in the Halloween destination town of Yawning Creek, Massachusetts.

"The town gets an influx of tourism around Halloween because of the Legend of Yawning Creek," Velma had explained to the gang.

"Zoinks!" Shaggy quivered. "Is that, like, the story where that scary monster hypnotizes people to walk in the creek where they're, like, never heard from again?!"

"The very same," Velma had responded, ambivalent to Shaggy's usual fright towards any mystery that came across their desks.

It was part of the dynamic that had lead to Mystery Incorporated's overwhelming success rate of solving mysteries over the past couple of years and made them world-renowned crime stoppers. Velma was the brains behind the group, analyzing details, collecting clues, and piecing it all together to unmask the supposed "monster" as just another average person with a grievance. Daphne brought the beauty, which allowed her to get accustomed with people, discover their motives, get kidnapped... only sometimes, and help the crew trap the culprit.

The others contributed as well, but it was Velma and Daphne's strong chemistry that landed the two of them here in front of the abandoned building, following a lead they had picked up from the town historian about the disappearances.

Who could've done it? Was it Mayor Bushwell in an effort to stir even more tourism to Yawning Creek in a sick ploy for reelection? Could it be Sheriff Walker, frustrated at the surge of Halloween mischief that the town's spooky origins attracted? Or maybe even the town historian himself, Old Man Jenkins, sending the girls on a wild goose chase so that they didn't catch on to his scheme to show people the true horrors of the town's capitalized-upon history?

The pair hoped that the answers to where these missing people were could be found here - the abandoned Yawning Creek Daycare Center. It was certainly a peculiar crime scene, Velma thought. But she couldn't afford to leave one stone unturned.

"Let's split up," Daphne suggested.

"Good idea," Velma said. "That way, we can cover more ground. Try not to get kidnapped again."

"Hardy-har," Daphne mocked back.

The two went their separate ways once inside the daycare. Velma went right at the reception area and Daphne turned left.

Velma opened the door to discover a large classroom setting that she suspected could fit nearly twenty students. It was quite a big space for a preschool classroom, fitted with shared tables for all the students, a play area with a chest stuffed full of toys like firetrucks and building blocks, and a reading carpet with shelves of childrens' books behind it. Velma always had an interest in reading, even at that young age. She reminisced about sitting criss-cross applesauce on the carpet and listening to her teacher reading The Rainbow Fish for the class, stopping after each page to show all the pictures.

Velma snapped out of her nostalgic thoughts. It was all very nice, but what did any of this have to do with the missing townspeople? A vengeful mother seeking revenge for the city's decreasing options for childcare? Seems farfetched, Velma figured. I have to look for more clues.

As she made a quick motion to reinspect the classroom, Velma accidentally stumbled on an old-fashioned Farm Animal Noises Wheel, which made a sustained "Mooo!" sound, as she fell to the ground. She caught herself on her two hands and her glasses flew off, sliding across the floor to an unknown destination.

"Oh no, my glasses!" Velma bemoaned. "I can't see a thing without my glasses!"

Velma began crawling on all floors around the Pre-K classroom, attempting to feel out for her spectacles. As she felt around, she grabbed something that felt like a small wooden box. She pulled it close to her face so she could make it out with her poor vision. It was a shape-sorter toy! The one where you had to fit the different shaped pegs in the correct holes. Velma used to love them when she was a tyke! Testing her geometrical knowledge and sharpening her brain was a treat to her at that age.

Velma indulged in her nostalgia by picking up one of the square pegs and placing it in the... wait, which hole did it go in again? Velma sat on the playmat, dumbfounded as she was unable to think of the correct option. She was a genius, after all! After a moment, she tried to jam it through a circle-shaped hole, but it didn't work. She went back to her train of confusion, not noticing as a stream of drool flowed from the side of her mouth onto her bright, orange sweater.

Suddenly, Velma's vision returned as a pair of foreign hands placed her glasses onto her face for her.

"Don't worry," the person said. "You don't have to worry about thinking anymore."

Meanwhile, Daphne searched what appeared to be the infant care area. There were large changing tables and shelves full of fresh diapers. Daphne gagged at the thought of having to change diapers. Gross!

Daphne was not the one to get her hands dirty, literally or metaphorically. Even for Mystery Inc., she wasn't the one collecting clues or putting all the puzzle pieces together; that was Velma. Daphne had the people skills to balance out Velma's analytical mind.

In this abandoned daycare, those skills may not have come in handy as much, Daphne thought to herself. There was no one here and even if they're were toddlers abound, she doubted it would make for rousing conversation.

It was these isolated situations where Daphne usually found herself being kidnapped - a typical damsel in distress. But, Daphne knew she was more than that and so she was sure to be checking every corner for anyone or anything that may be lurking.

She made her way towards a sleeping area where the little ones could be tucked in for naptime. However, a realization hit Daphne - these cribs weren't that little. In fact, they were pretty large! Large enough for Daphne herself to fit in. That must be a clue, Daphne figured. She had found a clue! And not gotten kidnapped! She almost couldn't wait to go share with Velma.

Unfortunately, Daphne celebrated far too early as, all of a sudden, a pair of ropes sprung out from amidst the darkness and wrapped themselves around Daphne's hands and feet, causing her to fall to the ground.

"Eep!" Daphne shouted as she hit the cushioned floor. With a thud, Daphne began to scream, "Velmaahhh-" Her cries for help were cut short by a piece of thick, black tape that came out of nowhere and covered up her mouth.

Daphne thrashed around on the ground while her yells were muffled.

"That's a lovely outfit," a voice said from the darkness, causing Daphne to pause in fear. "But I think it's time for a change."

Daphne's eyes widened as her clothes were magically ripped off her body one by one. First, her iconic long-sleeved purple dress flew forward after tearing at the back. She felt her bra magically unclasp at the back before it flew off into the darkness, followed by her panties. She was left completely exposed by the undressing, which ended with her lime-green scarf being pulled from her neck.

Daphne screamed as the invisible force yanked on her hair, pulling her to an upright sitting position. She tried moving her head around to escape the magic's grasp, but she was helpless as it began tying and knotting her hair. Daphne couldn't make out what it was doing until the pulling stopped and two pigtails fell down on either side of her head.

Suddenly, Daphne found herself laid with her back flat against the floor again as the mysterious force grabbed her feet and pushed them up towards her head, laying her ass bare for anyone who came through the door. She felt as something was slipped under it, but she was unable to lift her head high enough to make out what it was. It felt a little like medical exam table paper on Daphne's butt, but it was thicker. Daphne squealed as her legs were dropped and the rope binding them was undone so that the strange object could be folded up in between her legs. As it was fastened together on either side of her hips, Daphne realized what it was - it was a large diaper!

Finally, the rope that was shackling Daphne's hands and the muzzle that was constricting her mouth fell to the ground. "WHAT THE FU-" Daphne shrieked with tears in her eyes, but as her mouth was open a large pink pacifier flew inside, silencing her once again.

The magic force dragged Daphne by the legs out of the sleeping area and back towards the daycare. Daphne desperately dug her nails into the carpet in an attempt to fight back, but the force was too strong and she wailed as her body was tugged back through the door.

Once she was through the door and the force let go, she turned her body over and immediately spotted Velma. Daphne would have ordinarily been humiliated with her situation - this was certainly the worst kidnapping she had found herself in yet - but she realized Velma was also dressed like a giant baby! Her orange jumper and glasses were missing, leaving her in only a diaper and pigtails. Velma had no pacifier though; in fact, she drooled from her mouth with a vacant expression in her eyes. "Dafdee!" Velma celebrated with her arms raised high in the air at the sight of her friend Daphne.

"Velma?" Daphne managed past her pacifier. "Wha happen'd to-"

Daphne's inquiry was cut short as a figure came out of the darkness behind Velma. "Forn?" Daphne managed.

It was Thorn, the friendly rocker witch from Oakhaven. "Surprised, Daphne?"

"Forn, wha aw you doin'?" Daphne lisped her way through.

Thorn used her magic to pull Daphne's pacifier into her hand at a speed so fast it made an audible pop exiting Daphne's mouth.

"Sorry baby, I didn't quite catch that," Thorn teased. "Try annunciating."

"Thorn!" Daphne yelled in frustration. "Why'd you dress us like babies? We're your friends!"

"Fwiends! Fwiends!" Velma cheered, mindlessly clapping her hands together while bouncing up and down on her padded bottom.

"Friends?" Thorn questioned in disgust. "Ugh, classic Daphne. So sure that everyone must absolutely love you! We did get along long enough to stop The Witch's Ghost, entirely thanks to me! But I'm guessing you don't even remember what you said to me after that, do you?"

Daphne shook her head.

"Really? When I asked to join Mystery, Inc.?" Thorn recalled. "You and Velma laughed in my face, saying that there wasn't room for another girl on the team. You guys boasted about how you had the 'brains' and the 'looks' covered and that I had neither to offer. You told me to go run along and play with my 'little band.'"

Daphne was stunned. "Thorn, that's not how we meant it. You took it the wrong way! Besides, you lead innocent visitors to their demise just because of some stupid vendetta against us?"

Thorn cackled. "Nobody's missing!" she revealed. "See, if you and Velma were as clever as you think you are, you would have investigated to see if anyone had gone missing instead of blindly believing some anonymous tip!"

"That was you?!" Daphne realized, eyes wide. Thorn nodded her head with a grin.

"So now you're going to transform me into some mindless bimbo like her?" Daphne cried, gesturing towards Velma who was unintelligibly making noises with her mouth like "buhbuhbuh" while rolling around on the floor in her diaper.

Thorn laughed again. "Oh Daphne, don't give yourself so much credit. I took away Velma's 'brains', but you - you already have about a grade school reading level. There's barely any 'brains' to take! No, you were the 'looks,' weren't you? Always loving your cute little outfits and believing that being the team slut was actually important to solving mysteries! You'll be in only one outfit from now on - your diaper. My spell makes it so you can't wear anything else. And you won't be able to remove it yourself."

Daphne fumed, both at the accusation that she was stupid and at the prospect of toddling around in thick diapers for the rest of her life! She pulled at the tapes, trying to rip them off to no avail.

"It's not a total loss," Thorn mocked. "You'll still be able to accessorize! They make lots of cute diapers with fairy princesses or unicorns or mermaids on them! We'll see how many men are fawning over you in that getup! I'm sure Fred will find it so hot when you tug on his ascot and ask him to change your stinky diaper!"

Tears ran down Daphne's face. "You can't do this! You ca-" Daphne was once again interrupted by the large pacifier flying into her mouth.

"That's better," Thorn said. "Now, one last spell."

Thorn snapped her fingers and Daphne immediately felt her stomach rumble. She grasped it, clenching every muscle in her body to block what was about to happen. She heard a fart escape Velma's diaper, followed by a giggle. Her counterpart was blissfully content with the spell's effects and didn't fight them, audibly unloading a mess in the backseat of her diaper. Daphne's face turned red from strain, praying to avoid the same fate. But at long last, Daphne couldn't take it and destroyed her diaper, filling it from front to back with liquid mush.

"Oh, how cute!" Thorn derided. "It smells like you babies left me two clues! Now, you two are going to change each others' dirty diapers after a quick game of 'humpies'. Then, I'll bring you two back to Shaggy and Fred where we'll introduce them to the newest member of Mystery, Inc. - me! My crime-solving intuition suspects that there may be a spot for a girl on the team after all. Even if that spot involves changing diapers and warming up bottles for this dynamic diaper duo!"

I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids and your Patreon!

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Oil At The Coffee Shop VII

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : Steve’s Halloween party takes place, and things escalate between you and Eddie.

Word Count : 1.8k

Warnings : not proofread, swearing, alcohol, drunk reader, talks of the upside down and vecna, flufffyyyyyyyyy, first kiss 👀

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Halloween was here. Kids were running up and down the streets dressed as various ghouls and ghosts. You’d closed up shop early, the day had been busy, people adoring all of the sweet treats you’d had on offer.

You quickly shooed Max and El, telling them you’d see them at the party later on. Cleaning up as fast as you could, you headed up to your apartment to get ready for Steve’s party.

You’d decided to dress up as Daphne Blake from Scooby-Doo, one of your favourite characters. Climbing into your purple costume, you fought with it to zip up the back.

Pink tights covered your legs, a green ascot around your neck, along with purple shoes and headband. It looked great for a last minute costume.

It was now nearly hitting 8, so you had to be quick. Luckily you and the girls had already wrapped up the cakes for the party, so you could lock up, get in your car and go.

The drive to Steve didn’t take long, early enough so you didn’t seem rude. Walking in you headed straight to the kitchen, food and drinks were lay out.

“Hey! You made it!” Steve smiled, giving you a sideways hug. To nobody’s surprise, the boy dressed as Danny from Grease, slicking his hair back, dark jeans, vest and a leather jacket.

“Look at you Grease Lightning!” you exclaimed, putting down the snacks in hand. “And you! You ready to solve a mystery?”

“If the offer comes about of course,” I laugh.

“Ah babe these look great!”

“Thanks, where’s Robin, I need to tell her which ones have peanuts in.” He pointed towards the lounge. Sat on the couch was Robin and Vickie, dressed as Andie and Duckie from Pretty in Pink.

“Hey guys! You look great!”

“Jeepers! So do you,” Robin laughed.

“I just came to tell you, some of the sweets have peanuts in, they’re the little frankenstein looking ones.” She smiled, thanking you for the heads up.

The younger kids were dressed up as the Goonies, a great group costume. Nancy and Jonathan were Baby and Johnny from dirty dancing. You heard a familiar voice in the kitchen, Eddie was here.

Walking to greet him, you were taken aback. Okay in all honesty he looked the same as he normally did, but the addition of eyeliner and the taming of his wild curls was something else. “Woah Van Halen, look at you!” you grinned.

“Hey Sweetheart, you look fantastic,” he smiled down at your purple dress. “So do you.”

“Really? Think I look the same.”

“You always look great Eddie,” you smiled at him.

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The party was in full swing, Steve slapping away the younger kids hands whenever they went for alcohol. Scolding them. You on the other hand, were nursing your fifth or sixth drink of the night.

Feeling buzzed and very happy, it was fun. It was nice to have fun and feel normal. You loved the shop, but it’d been stressful. This was the time for you to relax, have a great time with your friends.

“You alright Sweetheart?” a voice came from beside you. “Eddie!” You exclaimed, as if you hadn’t seen the boy in weeks - it’d been about an hour since you last spoke.

“Hiya,” he gave you a crooked smile.

“Hi,” you matched his expression.

“Watcha got there?”

“Drink, it’s yummy. Wanna try?” you asked offering him your cup.

Accepting it from you, he took a sip, coughing slightly. “Who’s mixing your drinks?”

“Robs.”

“Jesus Christ,” he spoke, “Let’s get you some water.”

He put her drink in the skin and filled up a new glass with water. “Sip it okay?” he said, bringing it to your lips, taking small sips. “Good job.” You may have only had 5 or 6 drinks, but Robins pours meant you’d had about 15 or 16.

Watching Eddie intently as drank your water, “You okay?” he asked. Moving the cup from your mouth you nodded, “You’re real pretty Eds.”

His face flushed, “God Robs how much did you put in this?” he asked, more to himself than to anyone in particular. “You should wear eyeliner more often,” you spoke.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm, looks real good on you.”

“I almost took my eye out.”

“I’ll do it for you next time, I’ll be real gentle,” you said, touching his cheek softly.

“Yeah okay, as long as I have two eyes by the end of it.”

“Promise,” your hands still touching him, sliding down to play with the curls at the base of his neck.

“What you doing there Sweetheart?”

“You’re just so pretty, curls are just so beautiful Eds.”

“You’re drunk Sweetheart.”

“It’s true though, so fucking beautiful.”

You looked at him in awe, eyes wide like a curious child. “We should get you home,” he said, taking your hand from his face. “But I wanna stay!” you whined.

“Sweetheart don’t you want to go and get comfy in bed?”

You hummed, “That does sound nice. Will you take me?”

“Course Sweetheart? Is your car here?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay then, let’s say goodbye to everyone.”

Wrapping your arms around his, you walked to say a drunken goodbye to your friends. “You gonna be okay driving her home?” Steve asked. “Oh yeah, doubt she’ll be any trouble.”

“Okay man, I’ll see later. See you later,” he smiled, kissing your cheek. “Bye Stevie.”

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Eddie helped you into your car, walking round to the other side. “Can you do your belt?” he asked. You attempted, but your fingers didn’t want to work. “I’ve got it Sweetheart,” he said.

Leaning over you and grabbing you belt, you watched Eddie intently. Clicking it into place, he looked at you, not expecting you to be looking at him like that.

“What?” he asked, voice barely a whisper. You heart thumped, he deep chocolate eyes meeting yours. “Eds,” you spoke, hands reaching out to touch his face. “Sweetheart.”

You leant forward, pressing your lips to his gently. You heart warmed, your stomach swarmed with butterflies, all your mind could think was - Eddie Eddie Eddie.

Your hand played with his hair as you kissed him deeper, his own lips moving now. His hand came to your face, his rings cold against your flushed cheeks. You hummed, smiling against his mouth.

He pulled back slightly, “Sweet,” you kissed him again, which made him laugh. He pulled away fully this time, making you whine. “Sweetheart you’re drunk, we can’t do this.”

“Y-you don’t want to kiss me?”

“No! I mean yes! Yes I want to kiss you, but not when you’re drunk. If you want to kiss me when you’re sober we can do that.”

“You promise?” you asked, wide eyed.

“I promise.”

You leaned back in your seat, resting your head against it. Eddie started up the car, taking you home.

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“Hey, wake up,” Eddie shook your shoulders softly, making a groan come out of your mouth. “Come on Sweetheart, let’s get you into bed.”

Eddie had taken your keys when you were back at Steve’s, so he could drive and get you in. After parking in the side alley he helped you up the back staircase and into your apartment.

“Here we go,” Eddie as he pushed the door open. Although you and Eddie had become close, he hadn’t been in your apartment. Not many people had, only Max and El when you sent them up to grab things.

Eddie helped you through the door way, clicking the light on. The boxes full of your stuff was now gone, everything had its place - you still needed to paint some parts.

“Where do you keep your glasses and medication?” Eddie asked.

“Meds are in the bathroom cupboard and glasses are in there,” you motioned to a cupboard.

“Okay,” he filled up a glass and then went to find the bathroom. You sat on the couch, sighing in comfort, sliding your shoes off. You could fall asleep here, suddenly Eddie was in front of you, pills in one hand and water in the other.

“Here you go, you won’t have a headache in the morning.”

“Talking from experience?” you asked, teasingly, he squeezed at your nose lightly. “Take them.”

Without another word, you took the pills with the water, making Eddie smile. “Good job, let’s get you to bed now.” Holding out his hands to you, you took them, allowing him to lead you to the room.

Turning on your lamp, Eddie couldn’t help, but feel honoured to be in a space like yours. It was so you. Cosy, warm, inviting. Something Eddie could have lost if he hadn’t actually got to know you.

“Can you help me out of this?” you asked, you had fought with your zipper on the back of the dress earlier. Eddie walked up to you, carefully lifting your hair up. Taking the zipper into his hand and pulling it down.

Your bareback and bra was visible to him, making him gulp. His skin was rough on you, even-though he touched you as if you were made of glass. “There you go,” he spoke.

“Thank you.”

Holding your arm over your front, you walked to your cupboard to get a shirt and some shorts. “I’ll um … I’ll wait outside,” Eddie said, walking out of the room.

Swapping your clothes, you walk back to the door, to let Eddie in. “Hi,” you say softly.

“Hi Sweetheart.”

“Will you stay with me?” you asked him.

“I’ll stay on the couch, not the bed.”

You sigh, “Sweetheart, if you were sober, I would. I’ll stay on the couch. I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.”

“Okay, let me get you a blanket and pillow.”

Opening the chest at the end of your bed, you pulled out a nice plus blanket and the took extra pillows from your bed. “Here you go,” you smiled.

“Thank you,” he spoke as he took them from your hands. Leaning down he pressed his lips against your forehead. “If you wake up and you want to kiss me, you’re more than welcome too.”

“I’ll hold you to that offer.”

“Goodnight Sweetheart.”

“Goodnight Eddie.”

Once the door had closed, you lay down on your bed. Quickly getting comfy, and closing your eyes, you’d kissed Eddie. It was amazing.

Soon enough you fell to sleep, dreaming of his lips on yours.

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We’d kissed. She kissed me. I kissed her back.

What if she regretted it? What if she was so drunk she’d just forget?

It might be for the best that she forgot, she deserved so much more than Hawkins’ freak. The man who apparently summoned Satan to the town.

The man who was mentally and physically scarred from the ‘earthquakes’. You didn’t know the truth. Would you still think he was beautiful? Still want to kiss him?

She didn’t know about Chrissy, or Vecna, or what really happened to him and Max. She deserved to know. Even if she hated him after. She needed to know.

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