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1982-1983

love divides pt.1 series masterlist

eddie munson x hopper! reader

“if we can’t go on, to survive the tide, love divides.” - separate way (worlds apart), journey (1983)

word count: 18k

this was a lot to edit, so there are probably mistakes! sorry!

warnings: ANGST!!! weed, alcohol, nicotine, language, vomit, attempted s.a., NO SMUT (obviously), bi eddie, hints at bi reader, litterally the sadest things i’ve ever written, both eddie and reader are underage in part one! let me know if there are any big ones i missed! this part does not have a happy ending!

"can i please come in?" her voice is soft, so much so that he can barely hear her over the rain pounding on the trailer.

1986:

she's drenched, makeup running messily down her puffy red face, and he wonders what's tears and what's raindrops. what the hell y/n? he knows he should be pissed, tell her to get fucked and just forget she was ever here. but he doesn't. he wraps his arm tightly around her and is astounded that after all this time she melts into him.

"what the fuck happened to you sweetheart?"

1982:

it's your first day of freshman year, and while everyone else in your class is dying to get in the lunchroom and make friends with the upperclassmen, you are heading to the parking lot with a tattered copy of the scarlet letter that you had to practically beg the librarian for.

jonathan had left your side before first period had even started and you'd been running through the motions ever since. god you fucking hated the first day of school. but after three and a half hours of hell, you were finally getting some peace and quiet.

maybe.

"that other seat taken?" a voice rings through the formerly silent lot and you visibly flinch with annoyance. you look up and see a boy leaning on a van and looking at you with raised eyebrows.

"uhm-" you start, not sure how to tell him to go fuck himself without being rude.

"i was only asking to be polite, it was my spot first, but I'll share." he states simply and you nod, looking back down at your book.

you're looking at the pages for a minute at least, not really reading but too worried about looking back up at him.

his hair isn't long, but definitely not trimmed or taken care of. he's wearing a t-shirt for a band you've never heard of and it leaves his long pale arms on display.

"i'm eddie by the way." he breaks the tension and you sigh in relief, "eddie munson" he clarifies. when he hold his hand out, you shake it without hesitation.

" y/n hopper." you reply and his eyes get wide. his hand stops moving and he grins.

"like, the chief hopper?" he asks and you nod in frustration. this was the same response you'd been getting all damn day.

"that must be…" awesome, cool, interesting! were a few of the phrases you'd heard today before they inevitably started talking about him being a deadbeat drunk when they thought you weren't listening.

"- a drag" he finishes and you're caught off guard at his bluntness. so much so that you can't suppress the small laugh that chokes its way up.

"yeah, actually" you nod and give another small giggle. what the fuck was that sound? you scold yourself while he nods.

"I'm assuming you're a freshman?" he questions and you nod, to which he snorts.

"Ah, well then, welcome to the shit show." he smiles and you break out into a fit of laughter that he matches.

"I'm a junior, 16" he says, before you even have the chance to ask and you're quick to reply.

"I'm 14." you answer and he grimaced. you raise your brows for an explanation.

"shitty age for me" he shrugs and you respond with a silent 'oh'.

you spend another twenty minutes talking to him before the bell rings, and even then he's showing you to your next class. it was the first one you haven't been late to all day.

"what do you know about the munsons?" you ask your dad timidly. he'd insisted that you have dinner together to celebrate your first day of high school, much to your dismay.

"which one? wayne or-" he starts and you quickly cut him off.

"eddie" you state simply and he looks up at you from his plate of spaghetti.

"uh, got into some minor trouble in middle school for stealing and vandalism. but we kinda let it go after his dad ran out and left him with his uncle."

you're nodding, trying not to seem too interested as you lazily move the noodles around your plate.

"why?" he asks and you feel your chest tighten.

"dunno" you shrug and hope it'll be the end of your conversation.

"you hear something?" hopper asks, continuing to eat.

"i met him, actually" you shrug and try to ignore the way he tenses.

"is that a problem?" you ask after a few moments of silence. he starts to shake his head and your shoulders slump in relief.

"no, of course not. just be careful y'know?" he looks at you, awaiting your answer but you continue to look at him confused.

"he comes from a long line of violent weirdos, y/n. i'm not saying you have to hate him. just don't get too close." he explains and you're nodding quickly.

"you understand?" he prompts and you quickly agree.

"i won't." you hum, continuing to eat.

but you do.

it's been three weeks since you first met eddie. you'd spent every lunch together either at the picnic table or in his van.

you learned he's in a band, his dad left when he was fourteen, his mom when he was seven, he lived in the trailer park with his uncle wayne, and he smoked a fuck ton of weed.

oh yeah, and his friends despise you.

it's a thursday, hopper is supposed to pick you up on thursdays because it's his day off. but it's been a little over twenty minutes since the last bell and you're huddled under the awning to hide from the rain.

eddie is standing beside you, even though you told him he could go just about every five minutes since his friends had left. they'd been rolling their eyes at the way he insisted on staying with you until your dad arrived.

he checks his watch and sighs. just as you're about to tell him to go again. that you'll wait a little longer or walk, he pulls your hood onto your head and trudges out into the rain holding your wrist.

"what the shit!" you shriek when the rain starts thumping on your shoulders.

"It's been half an hour, i'm taking you home." he explains as you both run up the hill to the parking lot, his hand still holding your arm.

"you really don't have t-" a yelp escapes you as your feet give way to the mud under them. shit shit shit. you think, but eddie turns quickly and catches you by your elbows before you can hit the ground.

he pulls you up and puts his arm around your shoulders, yours going around his back as he continues to trek up the hill.

"shit, you're so helpless." he huffs in mild annoyance and your stomach drops.

"am not" you protest as he unlocks the passenger side door and quickly ushers you in before running to the other side.

"sure princess." he rolls his eyes and shuts his door. your stomach flips.

the first few minutes of the car ride are silent, not the comfortable relaxing kind you normally share with him. it's awkward, you've never been in the front seat, let alone while he's driving.

"thank you for the ride." you finally whisper and he nods nonchalantly. you shut your eyes in frustration. shit please say something.

he seems to pick up on your tension, like he always does, and reaches to turn up the radio.

"oh hell yeah!" he shouts as the first cords of cherry bomb filter through the speakers. he turns the nob until the beats cause a small sting in your ears.

when he starts dramatically drumming on the steering wheel you let out a small giggle. he turns his gaze to you questioningly.

"you like the runaways?" you ask and he freezes, a small flush of embarrassment runs up his cheeks.

"if you tell anyone, I'll kill you." he threatens and you start laughing. his own chuckled follow suite. "i'm serious!" he yells.

when you don't answer, he reaches one hand over and starts to tickle your ribs.

"i won't, i won't." you promise just as he swerves, you hold out your pinkie to him. he grins and he locks it with his own.

the rest of the short car ride is spent singing and laughing, you almost wish you lived farther away.

the rain has died down to a light mist, and just as eddie pulls up to your trailer your dad steps out of his bronco. shit.

you hadn't exactly told your dad you'd been spending so much time with eddie, opting to lie and say your weekends and lunches were spent with robin or johnathan.

when eddie stops the van, hopper waits patiently for him to roll down the window.

"heyy, chief hopper." eddies’ voice cracks as the words leave his mouth and you're digging your nails into your palm.

this is going to end so badly.

"thank you for bringing my daughter home, had some trouble at the station and couldn't be there on time."

his words leave you in shock because holy shit why isn't he yelling at you?

"of course, didn't wanna just leave her there." he laughs and hopper nods.

"everything okay?" you ask and he huffs.

"yeah, mrs driscoll just having another one of her fits." he says sadly, causing you and eddie to nod.

"well uh, thanks again for the ride eddie." you smile awkwardly at him and he salutes you.

you're standing on the porch with your dad, watching eddie pull behind the trees down the long driveway when he finally speaks.

"well that's an interesting development." he scoffs and makes his way inside. shit.

he actually hadn't been mad once he found out you and eddie weren't dating. he knew wayne, knew he wasn't such a bad guy. he also thought eddie seemed nice enough to let you continue to hang around with him.

you were excited to tell eddie just how nerve wracking the whole experience had been as you march up to his van when the lunch bell rings.

"of course you can come with, I just don't wanna watch you play babysitter all night." carter, one of eddies best friends, snaps crudely.

"what do you mean?" eddie asks defensively. you know it wrong to stand here and listen, but you were interested in where this was going.

"he means don't bring that stupid freshie." donnie, a junior in your freshman math class, speaks up.

"yeah man, it's a drag. i don't even know why you hang out with her. she's a kid." says carter

"and a cops’ daughter" donnie adds.

"she's chill, and fun to hang out with when i'm sick of you assholes." eddies explanation makes you stomach twist and your heart beat faster.

"oh what the fuck ever, if you're gonna bone her then just do it already." donnie exclaims.

"dude no, it's not fucking like that." he's quick to defend himself. "i don't see her like that… it's not like that at all." he sounds desperate for them to believe it.

"sure man"

"fine, i'll tell her i have shit to do today." he promises them.

"damn straight" carter replies, "we're gonna head out before she gets here"

"why?" eddie asks softly.

"she's annoying as shit, man" donnie explains. you expect eddie to reply in your defense, to stick up for you.

but he doesn't.

"i mean, i guess." his voice sounds guilty, but you don't even notice it over the way your blood begins to pound in your ears.

you don't wait to hear anymore, turning around and hurrying back down towards the doors.

you don't want to face any of your friends like this, moments away from tears. why do i care so much? but you have no idea. no clue why it's so important what eddie and his friends think of you.

you'd never had this feeling before. not when robins band friends called you weird, or when people called you a freak for hanging out with johnathan. not even when nancy told barb she should stop being friends with you.

nancy fucking wheeler, who wasn't shit anyway. and you never gave a shit what she thought of you.

so why did eddies opinion matter so much to you?

the tears start to fall just as you push open the doors of the empty gym. why does it feel like this?

you hide under the bleachers and pull your knees to your chest. you try to breath, force yourself to be calm, but a sob rips from your throat. and when it does, the lights flicker.

it's been 2 days, a little over 48 hours since you last heard his voice. you'd sat with barb and nancy at lunch, and tonight you were going to robins’ after school.

it was better than sulking in your room alone.

"so why are you coming to mine and not sitting outside eddies band practice." she seems genuinely curious, after spending the whole walk to the park complaining about her new marching band group. the "odd squad" made up of dash, kate, and milton.

"just wanted to hang out with you instead." your shrug is unconvincing and she tosses her bike down exasperatedly next to the swings.

"that's bullshit." she states matter-of-factly. you know she’s right, but even worse, she knows she's right. she almost always is. "spill, now."

you plop down dramatically on a swing and groan.

"his friends don't like me." is a simple statement, and coming from anyone else it would be completely reasonable.

her eyes get wide as she sits in the swing next to you. she brought me here to interrogate me on purpose. the two of you always came to the park when you wanted to vent about your lives.

"since when do you care about that?" she seems genuinely perplexed, me too.

"no idea." you stare at the ground in front of you, lightly swaying your feet.

"wow, this is heartbreaking." she giggles, sarcasm laced into her tone. your eyes shoot up, glaring daggers at her. if looks could kill.

"excuse me?" there's a bite in your voice, why are you being so defensive?

"it's been like two weeks and you're in love with him." there's a bright smile on her face and humor behind her eyes.

panic starts to build in your chest because, no, what the hell?

"no, absolutely not." your words come out in a rush and she smirks.

"first, no okay, just no. second, he's two years older than me. third, it's been three weeks. fourth, we're just friends." you can barely hear yourself speak, and you have no idea how robin catches any of it.

"right, sure thing." she rolls he eyes and you let out a small 'hmph'. i don't like eddie.

right?

you didn't. you were adamant on the fact that you did not have any crush on eddie whatsoever.

"where the shit have you been?" his voice rings out above the crowd fighting their way into the cafeteria.

he grips your shoulder and spins you around, your heart already thumping harder in your chest.

an excitement washes over you just by seeing him, just by a moment of his voice.

nope, you're mad. remember?

"sorry, thought i'd give you a break from my annoying as shit-ness." there's more sarcasm in the single sentence than you think you've ever used in your life. and you were raised by jim hopper.

his face morphs from confusion to guilt as he processes your words.

it's been three days since he talked to you, two since he came to school excited to show you his first ever tattoo, and one since he realized there's probably something wrong.

after he had the realization on the drive home from carol's, which he'd never admit to anyone, it had consumed him.

he hadn't heard of anything happening to your dad, so he'd crossed that out quickly. there also hadn't been any defieling news on the friends you'd told him about.

he'd also never admit to anyone that he was fucking worried about you.

“look it wasn’t like that princess.” he looks nerve wracked, something you’re not used to seeing on him. “i didn’t mean that, just wanted them to leave it alone.” he reasons, his eyes pleading. there’s a small pout to his features; he looks genuinely upset.

goddamn him and his stupid face.

“i’m still mad, but i don’t think i can stand another second of nancy staring at steve.” his eyes lighten up. “let’s go, i’m hungry.”

you start walking to the doors that lead to the parking lot, not giving him a second look. he’s following behind you though, not missing a beat.

you nearly puke on the blankets beneath you after taking a bite of your sandwich, spitting it out the door.

“what’s wrong with it?” eddie asks across from you.

“it’s supposed to be ham, but robins mom made it.” you explain, chucking it into the grass. he raises his eyebrows at you in question. “she’s a hippie.” you clarify. he starts laughing hysterically.

“she must love you, being a cops’ daughter and all.” you laugh, recalling the way she’d gasped when you’d introduced yourself to her for the first time.

“she feels bad for me.” you chuckle and eddie nods. it’s quiet for a moment; there's no sound except the breeze rustling the trees in the distance.

“he likes you by the way.” you state offhandedly. “my dad.”

“really?” the shock is evident on his face, a pretzel nearly falling from his mouth.

“yeah, once he found out we weren’t dating.” you explain. “thinks you’re respectful or something.” you muse, causing his snort.

“never thought the chief of police would find me respectful.” he says in disbelief and you agree.

he shows you his new tattoo, playfully threatening to kick you out of the van when you tell him it looks like the bats from the intro to scooby-doo. within the thirty minute span, it’s as if the past three days hadn’t happened.

you can barely remember what it feels like to be mad at him when he smiles at you like that.

it’s been almost four months since you met eddie. the two of you had spent nearly everyday with one another.

it stopped being a shock to hopper to come home from a late night of work, seeing eddie sitting on the couch looking at the tv without really seeing it, you asleep on his lap.

he’d started teaching you how to play guitar, taken you to your first party on halloween, and even had begun forcing his friends to include you.

the last few months had been so good, you’d all but stopped hearing the droning thoughts of hawkins residents as you drifted to sleep. it’s was easier to keep others' thoughts out when he was playing with your hair.

“i should probably go, it’s getting late.” he thinks out loud, patting your ankle that’s spayed across his thighs.

“isn’t your heat out at home?” you ask, your voice groggy. he smiles at your concern and shrugs.

“it’s not a big deal hun.” he shakes his head, trying to get you to lay back down and stop worrying.

“just stay here for the night, kid.” your dad offers, finishing the can of beer in his hand.

“oh no, i couldn’t impose.” he says quickly, but hopper shakes his head.

“eddie it’s freezing.” you try to persuade, but he’s not having it.

before he can act though, your dad is up. he grabs eddies keys off the counter and starts to walk toward his room.

“pull the spare mattress from under your bed for him.” he instructs, and you're heading towards your room in seconds.

you pull the mattress out just as he walks in; he’s rolling his eyes as you throw blankets and pillows onto it.

“thank you, brat.” he beams, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

oh yeah, one more thing. you had fallen inexplicably in love with him. something you had finally admitted to yourself on halloween night.

you had been high, about to throw up, and he’d left to take you home. even though he was having a good time, even though his friends and the people he was dealing to were pissed, even though you know he probably didn’t want to.

you’d been sitting in the passenger seat, head lulling against the window, when the song ‘eddie my love’ started playing on the radio. you’d gasped, which quickly turned into a fit of giggles when he rolled his eyes.

but singing the lyrics made it feel all too real all of a sudden. you’d jerked your door open and threw up.

“shit sweetheart, are you okay?” he’d panicked, while you sat hunched, trying to breathe.

“you left me last september to return to me before long, but all i do is cry myself to sleep, eddie since you’ve been gone.”

he’d carried you in the house to bed, giving you a mint and a glass of water.

“just sleep it off, princess. you’ll feel better in the morning.” he promised. he’d stayed with you all night, rubbing your scalp and quieting the little cries you made in your sleep.

1983:

it’s january now, the fuzzy lining of eddies’ big jean jacket protecting you from the bite of the wind.

you’re walking around a mall in kentucky with eddie, donnie, carter, and carters’ girlfriend, olivia. she actually seemed to like you in the short amount of time you’d gotten to know her.

“c’mon!” she gasps, grabbing your hand and pulling you over to a rack of prom dresses. you sit on a bench and watch her look through them, holding the ones she liked so she could try them on.

“oh my god, this would look so pretty on you.” she gawks, pulling one out.

“i can’t go to prom, i’m a freshman.” you remind her, trying to keep the embarrassment out of your voice as you speak to the senior.

“you can go if you’re invited.” she explains and you laugh.

“yeah but what are the odds of-”

“i’ll take you.” eddies’ voice cuts off your own from behind you. he comes up and hands you a slushy.

he can’t be serious. you think; the look on the other boys' faces show that they’re thinking it too. you’d never voluntarily put on a dress in your life. but as you look at the dress, something in you wants it. you can’t help but think the dark green fabric would complement your pale features.

“really?” you ask shyly, taking a sip of the liquid sugar to hide the hope on your face.

“duh, who else would go to prom with me.” he shrugs nonchalantly, looking at the dress in olivias’ hands.

“here, i’ll help you try it on.” she smiles, taking your hand and leading you to the dressing room.

the dress fits you like a glove, and she spins you to look in the mirror. holy shit. you feel so fucking pretty.

her chin rests on your shoulder, a cheshire grin on her face.

“you’re getting it.” he decides, grabbing your elbow and pulling you out the door. “boys! come here!.”

they all turn to look at you; your whole body heats up in embarrassment. when eddies’ eyes land on your figure, he smirks and starts clapping.

“you like it?” he asks, looking at you softly. you nod shyly and the goofiest smile breaks out onto his face. “looks like you’re going to prom.”

you’re going to prom with eddie munson.

you spend all the money hopper gave you for the day, and another fifteen from eddie buying the dress and green converse to match. olivia had wanted you to get heels, but eddie had scolded her.

“one step at a time.” he chided, sensing your worry.

you're in the passenger seat on the way home, much to donnies’ annoyance.

“and now, the new hit single by journey: separate ways.” the radio host announces and you reach to turn it up.

“they’ve been playing this damn song nonstop for the past two weeks.” carter groans. you know it’s true, you’ve heard it nearly once everyday since it came out. but you never tire of it.

“i like it.” you defend and eddie smiles lightly.

“you would.” donnie says sarcastically, followed by a loud ‘ow’ as olivia kicks him.

when you walk in the door of the trailer, your dad is rushing around to get dressed.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, grip on the shoe box tightening. eddie’s standing behind you, holding your dress wrapped in plastic.

“forgot i had a date tonight.” he explains, then freezes mid-step. “what the hell is that?” he asks, pointing at eddie.

“a prom dress…” you trail meekly. the anxiety quickly fades though when a bright smile stretches across his face. “you’re going to prom?” he muses. you nod and he chuckles. “and you’re wearing a dress?” he asks in disbelief.

“yeah.” you reply softly. he looks up at eddie, whos nodding with a smirk.

“good job.” he laughs, patting eddie on the arm.

“what?” you say, confusion lacing your voice.

“just never thought that would be your thing.” he shrugs. “what was i doing?”

“your date.” eddie reminds him and he jerks into action.

“i can go to robins for the night.” you offer and he shakes his head.

“no, you don’t have to do that.” he insists. eddie interjects.

“you can stay with me if you want.” eddie suggests, looking at hopper for approval.

“i mean you can if you want.” he answers. “but you don’t have to.”

“i’ll put these away and get a bag.” you tell eddie quickly.

you’d been to eddies’ before, but never really long enough to look around. now, you're standing in front of a small sliver of his wall he’d devoted to postcards. he’s laying on his bed, head hanging off the end with a cigarette between his lips.

“they’re from my aunt, well ex-aunt.” he explains, blowing smoke from his nose. “after her and my uncle got a divorce she started traveling a lot, and when my dad left she started sending me them.” the tone of his voice makes your chest tight.

“that’s so sweet.” you hum back, trying to keep the topic away from his dad. he’d only ever told you about him in depth one time, during which he’d started crying.

“yeah, she’s so nice. if she comes up in the spring i’ll introduce you to her.” you turn and smile at him, nodding softly. when you reach for the cigarette in his hand he jerks it away quickly.

“no ma’am, weed is one thing. i’m not getting you started on these too.” he protests.

“but you do it.” you argue back and he rolls his eyes.

“that’s because i have no regard for my own personal well being.” he responds, and it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “i don’t give a shit about what happens to me.” he shrugs.

“i do.” you state; he grins.

“fine.” he breathes out more smoke before sitting up and putting it out in the ashtray on his nightstand. “happy?”

“a little.” you giggle and he does too.

he reaches for the guitar at the end of his bed and pats his thigh when he settles back in place. you make your way to him, sitting on his lap facing away from him. you place your fingers on the cords without needing his guidance. you start strumming the notes of a song he’d taught you; he chucks softly. you can feel the vibrations of his laugh against your back.

“you're getting better.” he praises; your face grows warm. he places his chin on your shoulder as you continue to play. you fumble a few times, cursing slightly under your breath. he’d mutter a soft ‘s’okay’ before urging you to continue.

when the tips of your fingers are red from the rough cords, he pulls the instrument from your grip and leans to put it back in place. when he’s done, he flops down on the bed, pulling you with him.

your legs are tangled together, his arms around your waist. when his nose brushes the back of your neck you release a shaky breath. you lay there with him in silence, hoping to god he can’t hear how loud your heart is beating.

even through your inner panic, it’s nice. it’s so relaxing to be in his arms. he invades every part of your senses. the only grounding you have is the weight of his arm across your body.

“should probably go to bed.” he hums into your hair. you nod softly in agreement, beginning to crawl to the head of his bed.

the fluorescents burn your eyes as they focus on the paper in front of you. the scraping of metal on linoleum pulls your eyes up to the doctor sitting across from you.

“you’re excelling, y/n” he states. it should make you feel better, but it doesn’t. “you’re smarter than the others.” you shrug.

something isn’t right, you have a strange sense of deja vu. ‘i’ve lived this before.’ your mind rings. you look down at your hands, so pale the skin is practically translucent.

“hell, you’re smarter than most fully grown adults.” he explains further. you look back at the photo in front of you. “that’s why we want you to do this.”

“do what?” you ask timidly, mind fuzzy.

“this man, he’s trying to bring down everything we’ve worked to build. he won’t hurt a child though. if he breaks in, we need you to be the one to kill him.”

you stare intensely at the photo, an i.d. photo of an nypd officer.

“no.” the statement is simple; his face screws up in disappointment.

“y/n-” he starts.

“no, i won’t do it.” you protest. the lights flicker and he shakes his head.

there’s a harsh crackling behind you and you instinctively wince.

“don’t make it harder than it has to be.” he threatens. you lean forward, glaring into his eyes.

“no.” your small voice comes out as a growl.

but now you're screaming, begging the hash electricity burning your back to just stop. it doesn’t it never does.

you’re pulled from your sleep by your own scream. eddie is up in less than a second, pulling you up and examining your figure.

your whole body is shaking, tears running down your face.

“oh baby, come here it’s okay.” he tries to shush your sobs as he pulls you up into his chest. you can barely breath, your airway constricting with every attempt. “it’s okay, it was just a nightmare.”

there’s fear in his voice, but you can’t even feel bad with the way your lower back is throbbing. you continue to gasp for breath in his chest, fingers gripping tightly to his shirt. your tears have created a large wet spot on his shirt, but he doesn’t care.

“it’s okay princess, you’re here with me. you’re safe here with me.” he coos, hands running up and down your back. when his fingertips brush the spot that’s burning you give a sharp cry that has him jerking his hand back. you continue to cry and he lifts the hem of your shirt in confusion.

he can see your skin is darkly flushed, little scars littering the area. he experimentally runs the tip of his pinky over one. it’s puffy and pushing away from the rest of your skin. you let out another loud whine, body jerking away from the contact.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry honey.” he apologizes profusely, dropping the fabric in his hand and going back to comforting you.

you sit in his arms for nearly half an hour. you’re still trembling and you’ve barely stopped crying when you pull your head back to look at him. his head tilts to the side, examining you with concern like a puppy.

“i’m really sorry.” you croak out with embarrassment.

“no, it’s okay princess.” he promises. he sees that you’re covered in sweat and still slightly shaking. “let me get you some water.”

he begins to pull away, but you hold him tighter and cry out again. a jar full of weed on his nightstand shatters, causing you both to gasp and grip one another. you watch it, something distant in your eyes that fills him with worry. after a moment, both of his hands find the hem of your damp shirt again.

“can i?” he whispers, eyes meeting your own briefly. you finally notice the wetness clinging to you uncomfortably. you nod solemnly, lifting your arms.

he pulls the garment off slowly, trying not to hurt you. he tosses the shirt to the floor and looks back at you, sitting in his lap in only your bra and sleep shorts. an ache fills his chest. he wishes he could just make your shaking stop, even for a second.

he pulls you back down into a lying position, one hand cradling your head in his chest while the other rubs small circles on your back below your bra strap. even with distance, he can feel an intense heat radiating from the red part below.

“you’re always safe with me princess.” he breathes as your eyes flutter shut, falling into a peaceful sleep.

when you wake again, there's streams of sunlight leaking in through the window. eddies’ arms are still tightly wrapped around you, your nose is pressed to his chest. you breathe in deeply, inhaling a scent that’s purely him.

you try to pull away, muscles protesting with an ache that’s begging you to stay in bed. his arms tighten, pulling you back in. his eyes open just enough to see what you’re doing.

“gotta pee.” you whisper, not wanting to pull him out of his sleepy daze. he barely nods, arm lifting to allow your movement. you slowly exit the covers and try not to wake him any further. he’s already out again by the time you reach down to pick up one of his shirts from the floor.

your shoulder blades pop, body screaming for the movement to stop as you pull the clothing over your head. there’s a painful pressure in the small of your back that makes your legs wobbly and hard to walk on.

when you get done washing your hands you glance at yourself in the mirror. you’re taken back by how exhausted you look. there are dark bags under your eyes, the skin raw from crying. your eyes themselves are bloodshot. your skin seems washed out, hair greasy from dried sweat.

there’s a burning in your side, causing you to pull the tee up to see your ribs. the barcode tattooed there is puffy and raw, looking almost fresh. you know rationally that it’s not, that it’s been there for as long as you can remember.

your eyes must be playing tricks on you; because when you look back up you can only think that you look younger. sicker. weaker. you squeeze your eyes shut and try to ward off the tears.

after a moment you huff and begin your trek back to his room. you don’t want him to see you like this, but the idea of being by yourself- away from him- for a second longer threatens to drown you in panic. in false loneliness. because you know you’re never alone now. now that he’s with you everyday.

when you enter his room, he’s sitting against his headboard with a cigarette between his lips. a warmth fills your chest; it shadows the sluggishness and exhaustion in your bones.

“watch the glass.” he calls a moment too late. you hiss, more from shock than pain as the shards pierce your skin. he reaches and pulls you into the bed, tutting softly.

he shakes his head as he examines your foot. he’s got it in his lap as he pulls the glass from it.

“what are we gonna do with you.” he laughs. you roll your eyes and look away. you can’t keep looking at your blood on his fingertips.

after he’s assured that your foot is okay and the glass is cleaned up, he’s got you laying in his lap on the couch. ‘the texas chainsaw massacre’ plays on the tv; he’s got his chin propped on the top of your head as he watches.

“you wanna talk about it?” he whispers, trying not to wake his uncle who’s asleep in the other room.

yes. you want to curl up and cry and tell him how terrified you were to be back in that place. you want so badly to tell him everything. you know you owe him an explanation for scaring the shit out of him the night before.

but you can’t.

“not really.” you murmur. your heart clenches, begging you to be honest with him. his hand snakes out, reaching to squeeze your own.

“okay.” he mumbles into your hair, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your head.

you spend the rest of the day there with him. he never pushes you to talk, just comforting you in a way only he can.

“this is so stupid.” you laugh. he’s in the water below you, dopey smile splayed on his features. february 14th is far too early to be swimming, even in a heated pool.

“that’s what makes it fun.” he insists.

after carter and olivia got back from their valentines date they had called and insisted that you, eddie, and donnie come over and make use of carters’ big empty house. olivia is wrapped up in carters arms in the water, donnie behind you smoking a blunt while eddie tries to convince you to get in.

“come on princess, it’ll be fun.” he promises; you can’t deny that the steam rolling off the water he’s submerged in looks much more inviting than the winter air prickling your face.

“get in or i’ll push you.” donnie threatens. eddies’ persuasive smile turns into a glare.

“don’t you fucking dare.” he defends.

“fuck it.” you shrug, beginning to unbutton your jeans. you shuck them off your legs, wincing at the cold as you throw them onto a pool chair. eddie whoops and starts clapping. you bite your lip and muster the courage to pull your sweater over your head.

before you can talk yourself out of it, you jump in. the heat immediately envelops your skin. when you come back up eddie is laughing, the hearty sound creating a warmth in your chest that has nothing to do with the water.

you blink the chlorine out of your eyes, only for eddie to splash you.

“asshole!” you squeal, beginning to fling water at him. you’re laughing and splashing each other for a few minutes before he swims up behind you and wraps his arms around you.

“god, you’re freezing.” he whispers, nose brushing under your ear. you standing there in his arms for a few moments, basking in the heat of his skin.

he sways you lightly. your eyes flutter shut, the now cold droplets run down your cheeks from your lashes. a ghost of his breath fans over your shoulder. it’s almost easy to forget that anyone but the two of you exist.

“the two of you are so adorable.” olivia beams. you know it’s the alcohol in her system and carter sucking on her neck, but you love the way she says it. the two of you. love what it implies.

“isn’t she though?” eddie laughs, starting to tickle you. his fingers dancing across your ribs causing you to wriggle out of his grip. but he’s stronger than you, or you let him think he is, as he holds you in place.

“what the hell is that?” you’re all pulled from your laughter by donnies’ question. your gaze follows his finger to your ribs, eddie moving your arm to do the same. his eyes find the dark splotch, face contorting in confusion.

under any other circumstances you’d be panicking. eddies’ frame so close to your own keeps the feeling at bay. his fingers brush the inked skin, head tilting softly in examination.

“dunno.” you lie “had it all my life.”

“tattooed as a baby? that’s fuckin rad.” carter laughs, causing you and eddie to chuckle while oliva slaps his shoulder.

“guy, it’s snowing.” donnie intejects again.

once you’re inside, carter and olivia are fumbling up the stairs. donnie calls a quick goodbye as eddie tosses you your backpack.

“go change.” he mumbles as the front door closes. when you exit the bathroom, he’s sitting in front of the fireplace. you make your way to him quickly, prying your way under the blanket wrapped around him. he’s shirtless, a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

“shit, babydoll. your fucking lips are blue.” he cries out in concern, thumb trailing across the bottom one.

“i’m okay, really.” you promise. he pulls you into his lap, heated skin warming you.

you sit with him in silence; eyes fixed on the flames before you. it’s peaceful. you don’t know when you fell into this routine of ignoring the way he makes your heart beat faster every time he’s near. it was hellish to pretend you didn’t have feelings for him, but it was normal for you by now. the squeaking from the floor above you pulls you out of your daze.

“oh god!” eddie groans. you start to laugh hysterically.

“ew.” you choke out between giggles.

“your poor baby ears.” he huffs. he clasps his hands over your ears, which only makes you laugh harder. “keep it down up there!” he shouts.

when the sounds finally stop, he reaches for the pack of cigarettes from his bag. he takes a long drag once it’s lit. there’s a fluttering in your stomach as he lets the smoke pour from his nose. you try to ignore it by making a keening sound and reaching for his hand. he holds it out of your reach.

“just this once.” he warns, slotting the stick between your fingers. you inhale ignoring the horrid tastes as the smoke burns your lungs. your whole body feels weightless when you exhale. you lay your head back on his shoulder, it seems too heavy for you to hold on your own.

“light headed?” he quizzes. you know you’re nodding, but you can’t feel it. “i’m such a terrible influence.” he says amusedly. he leans forward to take a drag through the filter that you’re still holding. his lips brush your finger and your stomach gives another small jolt.

“i can’t wait to get the hell out of here.” he hums, a distance in his eyes.

“what do you mean?” you whisper back.

“hawkins.” he clarifies. he looks out the window toward the snowy backyard. “go somewhere it’s warm. just me and my guitar and whoever the hell is lucky enough to come with me.” there’s a sadness in his tone. you don’t dwell on it, choosing to take another hit instead. “let’s run away.”

“right now?” you playfully ask. he laughs, nose brushing the start of your cheekbone as he puffs out a cloud of smoke.

“how about this?” he starts. “for your next birthday, i’ll take you anywhere you want to go. you’ll be sixteen and i’ll be almost eighteen. we can do anything you want.” you turn to look at him, nose bumping his own.

“that sounds perfect.” you grin. you wonder what it would be like to close the minute distance between your mouths.

“better than the skateboard i got you this year?” you recall the morning he’d showed up at your house with the shiny board in hand. school had been closed for snow and he’d spent the whole day in the empty parking lot with you while you taught yourself how to ride it. when the cold had finally been too much for the both of you, he’d brought you home and cleaned up your scraped knees.

“definitely.” you reply. a lazy smile adorns his face as he nods.

“guess now we have to.” nothing has ever sounded better to you.

“i love you.” you whisper, chest tight. the three seconds of silence feel like three billion years.

“i love you too, kiddo.” he laughs. kiddo, that fucking stings. but you smile, he loves you too. “i think you’re my best friend actually.”

you don’t understand, you’re my everything eddie. you want to protest.

“you’re mine, hands down.” you shrug back.

“better fuckin be.” he chuckles, finishing the ciggarett and throwing the stub into the fire.

“it’s gonna hurt, sweetheart.” eddies’ voice pulls you from your thoughts. you’re splayed out of donnies’ uncles’ couch. your shirt is pulled up, pants pulled down just enough to expose your hip bone. eddie is trying to talk you down while donnies uncle, james, prepares the needle. he’s squatting on the floor at the end of the couch, face over yours while he speaks.

“i know.” you breath. he smiles down at you with sympathy.

“it’s not too late to opt out.” he reminds, hand reaching for yours.

“alright, you ready?” james asks. you give a shaky nod.

“you can’t fucking tell your dad about this.” donnie says angrily. eddie glares at him.

“i know.” you repeat. james holds the small paper you’d given him up to the light.

“you drew this?” he asks, turning the image towards yours and eddies line of vision. it’s a small sketch of an open switchblade. you give a small nod and a polite smile.

“it’s gonna be so bitchin.” eddie grins.

the buzz fills your ears as the tattoo gun comes to life. james glances up at you, to which you nod in confirmation. when the needle meets your skin your face screws up in a small wince. eddie presses a kiss to your forehead.

“contact is made, people.” james calls out, beginning to move the instrument. olivia claps from carters’ lap.

once it’s moving it’s not so bad. you’ve definitely had worse. the room is quiet, soft sounds from whatever was on tv and the buzzing filling the space. every so often your skin would snag on the needle and pull, eddie softly squeezing your hand for comfort. you have no idea how long you sit like that, watching the ink make home on your flesh.

“okay, this next layer is going to hurt worse. after that it’ll be done though.” james warns. eddies soft brown eyes meet your own.

“i got you.” he whispers, fingers lacing into yours. when the needle meets the raw flesh again, you let out a small whine. eddies’ face contorts in displeasure. olivia comes into your sight, leaning down to whisper something in eddies’ ear while pointing at the spot on your hip. he nods softly.

“hold on tight, going over the bone bump.” james informs. you dig your teeth into your bottom lip in preparation. you give a small gasp when the needle hits the spot. you’re not given time to register the pain though; because eddies’ lips are pressing into your own.

you’re in complete shock, body both tensing and relaxing at the same time. he tastes like beer and whatever candy he’d had been in his mouth. there’s also another thing, something you can’t quite place that’s so purely him. his knuckles lightly rub the underside of your jaw.

“all done.” james says triumphantly. eddies’ mouth releases from your own, a small string of saliva on his lips. he licks it away as his eyes travel to your new tattoo. your head is spinning, breathing irregular.

what the fuck just happened?

“we should go as rogue and gambit for halloween this year.” his voice pulls you from absentmindedly playing with the hem of your pajama bottoms.

“aren’t they like… a thing?” you ask meekly. you know they are, and you want to scream ‘god yes!’ immediately.

“well, yeah. but it could be fun.” he suggests.

“yeah.” you nod, going back to playing with the hem of your pants. you hadn’t really spoken a lot since you left james’ today, and he was starting to worry.

“if they’re bothering it, you should take them off.” he instructs. you nod and begin to pull the fabric down your legs.

“it itches.” you mumble.

“i think i have something for that.” he says, reaching to open the drawer of his nightstand.

“should it be bruised?” you ask. he turns back to you, a small tin in hand.

“ones on a bone usually do.” he informs, pulling the lid off. “lemme see.”

he applies the gel-like substance to your skin softly, careful not to press too hard.

“i hope it didn’t hurt you too bad.” he whispers, rubbing his fingers on his shirt and tossing the tin toward your backpack.

“eh, kinda liked it.” you shrug. he chuckles

“little masochist.” he laughs, ruffling your hair. “i’m uh… sorry if i made you uncomfortable today.” he whispers. his voice is barely loud enough for you to hear. your heart starts to beat faster. you really don’t want to talk about it.

“it’s okay. just startled me.” you state. his eyes meet yours, something guilty behind them.

“was that your first kiss?” he asks somberly. embarrassment floods your being, tinting your cheeks pink. you nod shyly. “oh god, honey i’m so sorry.” he hides his face in his hands.

“it’s okay, really.” you say, maybe a bit too quickly. “it could have been worse, i could have had it with some random asshole that i’d break up with one day.” you urge, attempting to pull his hands from his face.

“i guess, but i just took it from you and i didn’t even ask and-” he begins to ramble.

“eddie, it’s okayyy.” you practically whine. “at least i got it over with, and i don’t have to worry about being laughed at for being bad my first time.”

“oh you’re definitely not bad at it.” he states, peering out from between his fingers. your jaw drops in shock, eyes widening. “that sounded so much worse!” he shouts, throwing himself face down on the bed dramatically.

“no no no, eddieee” you laugh, attempting to roll him over. “it’s okay, eds. i swear.” it comes out as a pout.

“really?” he asks, peeking at you. you nod, awkward smile on your face. he sits up, fully looking at you. “you promise you’re not mad?” an idea pops into your head.

don’t you fucking do it! the logical part of your brain screams. you don’t listen to it as you lean forward and press your lips to his. he gives a small gasp as you slot your mouth against his. this time he tastes like weed and grape juice, but still completely eddie. just as you’re about to pull away, his hands come up and stroke your jaw. he leans into you gently, kissing back. nope, this can’t be happening, it's too much. you pull back, panting slightly.

“see, i promise i’m not mad.” you choke out. a fake smile makes its way to your face, praying your nerves don’t show through. he laughs.

“was this your plan? get me stoned and get kissing lessons?” he continues to snicker.

“don’t be a dick.” you groan, lightly kicking his knee.

“y’know what scratch what i said. you could use some practice.” he says sarcastically. you groan again, throwing yourself back into his pillows. it’s silent for a moment. why in the fucking fuck did you just do that? you sigh, slinging your arm to cover your face. “what’s wrong?” he breathes, fingers rubbing your knee.

“now i’m worried i made you mad.” the words sound strangled leaving your lips. he laughs, resentment seating itself in your limbs.

“i’m not.” he says. you can feel the bed dipping as he crawls toward you. “it’s okay, friends kiss all the time.” his fingers wrap around your wrist, putting your face in view.

“really?” you continue to pout. he nods, soft smile gracing his features. “i don’t think olivia would be happy to hear you’re kissing her boyfriend.” you tease, trying to ease your own tension. he breaks out into a fit of laughter.

“carter? maybe. donnie?-” he trails off.

“definitely not.” you finish. you both look at each other, fighting (and failing) to keep from wheezing. “wait-” you freeze. his word finally set in your brain. he can see the realization cross your face.

you can see him start to panic. the cute smile you love leaves his face and his hands start to shake.

“i don’t- i mean i didn’t i-” he gasps, trying to find his words.

“no eddie it’s okay.” you try to reach out for him, but he pulls away from you. tears prick at his water line.

“y/n, please-” he sobs, biting the inside of his cheek. his eyes won’t meet yours; his trembling getting worse.

“it’s okay, i swear i won’t tell anyone.” you plead, reaching for him again. he lets you embrace him, but he’s tense in your arms and you feel so fucking bad. “i just didn’t know that you-” he nods, his tears soaking your shoulder. you sit like that for a moment, rocking him softly and letting him cry. “so… is it just guys or like?” don’t be selfish! your mind screams.

“n-no.” he stutters into the skin above your shirt collar. “god, you probably think i’m so disgusting.” another sob leaves his throat; his arms grip you tighter.

“no eddie, of course not.” you whisper into his ear, hands going to run through his hair. “i get it, everyone is hot sometimes.” you shrug. “nothing like that could ever make me think less of you.” you can feel his body slump in relief. “now if you told me you liked donnie or steve harrington or some shit i’d probably think you’re gross.” he pulls back, a small gasp leaving his lips as he dramatically throws his hands against his chest.

“you don’t like steve harringtons’ magnificent hair?” he says if false bewilderment. his face is red, eyes puffy and still leaking tears. “how dare you? god are you even female?” he asks accusingly. you giggle.

“nah, yours is far better since you decided to let it grow out.” you hum, reaching to run your fingers through the fluff behind his ear. he grins, a real smile that puts one on your face as well.

“you think?” he asks, glancing at your hand as you continue to play with the soft tuft.

“oh yeah.” you muse, softly thumbing the tears off his cheeks. he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. “i’m sorry if i scared you.” he shakes his head.

“i’ve never told anyone before.” he whispers.

“stop worrying, you look perfect.” olivia chides, resting her chin on your shoulder. the green dress is hugging your frame, hair and makeup (done by olivia and her mom) done perfectly. “eddie is gonna think you look so pretty.” he smirks.

since the night you’d slept over at her house, she’d been relentless in her comments about you and eddie. the boys were downstairs in the kitchen, arguing over pizza while the two of you arranged her floor to accommodate five people. her parents were away on a vacation, so the group had practically lived there the whole week of spring break.

“you need to tell him that you like him before i leave for college and don’t get to see it!” she’d said, throwing a pillow at you.

“he’s my best friend. it’s not like that.” you had argued. she’d simply rolled her eyes and huffed out a ‘sure’ in response.

“come on, let’s get this over with.” you groan, beginning to exit the bathroom. when you step into the foyer of the living room, you immediately spot eddie, donnie, and carter standing with the dads while carters’ and olivias’ moms prepare the camera. donnies’ dad is nowhere to be found, even though he’d promised he’d be here.

“we’re ready!” olivia calls, smiling brightly from beside you. everyones’ gaze perks up immediately. when eddies’ eyes land on you, his face softens and the slightest side smile plays on his lips.

after nearly a half hour of being directed around for pictures, you’re finally given the okay to leave. as you’re getting ready to load in the van, donnie begins to argue with you. eddie is too lost in conversation with hopper to notice.

“donnie, she’s his date so she’s going to sit in the passenger seat.” carter groans, obviously annoyed as he waits for his mother to stop fawning over his girlfriend.

“why the shit do you always get the front seat?” he snaps, puffing his chest out.

“because i’m eddies’ goddamn favorite!” you respond matter-of-factly.

“language children!” carters’ dad shouts. eddie quickly comes to unlock the door, ushering you into the van.

“this is fucking bullshit.” donnie whispers under his breath and truges to get in the back with carter and olivia. eddie turns back to you with a smile.

“just because you know you’re my favorite doesn’t mean you should rub it in everyones’ face.” he playfully scolds.

it’d been nearly two hours since then, two hours of laughing and giggling with eddie. you’d been making fun of peoples’ hair, dresses and makeup nearly non-stop. he’s dancing sillily with you to ‘don’t you want me’ by the human league and you feel like you’re on top of the world. for the past couple weeks you had been dreading prom; but you were actually having fun. the music suddenly cuts off’ turning to something slow. he grimaces.

“do you have any idea how to slow dance?” he asks, putting his hands on your waist. his soft grip makes your skin tingle.

“a little, my grandpa taught me the first time i met him.” you whisper back. you don’t think you could speak any louder without your voice faltering.

“good.” he laughs, guiding your hands to his shoulders. “because i have no idea; so i need you to teach me.” nerves fill your stomach. you nod shyly, beginning to slowly sway his movements.

without the loud and energetic music you suddenly feel much more on display. everything feels much more open and intense, especially with his gaze on you. there are people, couples, dancing together on every side of you. it suddenly feels wrong for you to be here. anxiety makes your limbs tingly and your body unbalanced. but eddie’s there with comforting words and soft touches, like he always is. his fingers grasp your chin and pull your face to look at his own.

“don’t worry about them. they don’t matter.” he breathes. his deep brown eyes feel like they’re looking into your soul as the hushed words leave his mouth. “no one matters but us.”

his words make you smile and bury your face into his chest. a light headed feeling washes over you, better than any high you’ve ever had.

how did he get you this way? it seemed that in the nine months you’d know him, your whole world had changed. how long had it been since you’d talked to jonathan? or robin? how long had it been since you’d spent a full twenty-four hours without eddie by your side? how long had it been since the name ‘freak’ stopped burning your chest when it was yelled at you in the hallway? and most importantly, how long had it been since you’d had a single coherent thought about a human being that wasn’t him?

these questions rattle your thoughts to the point they almost become deafening. but when eddies’ lips place a small kiss to the top of your head, you realize you don’t care.

you look up into his eyes again. the lights strung up around the ceiling reflected in his irises.

you don’t care in the slightest.

because it doesn’t matter as much as he does. you’d give up every single friend you’ve ever had, get called any awful name in existence, and lose any moment of alone time for the rest of your life if it means they all get to be spent with him. you would give anything to stay this way with him forever. but nothing lasts forever.

“hey eddie!” olivias’ voice captures both of your attention. “do you have any weed in the van?” she asks quietly.

“or your flask?” carter furthers hopefully. eddie looks down at you momentarily before nodding at them.

“i’ve got something better.” he smirks, leaning you all out of the gym.

once in the van, he pulls up the hide-away seat to reveal the biggest bag of weed you’ve ever seen, a bottle of vodka, and two cases of beer.

“god, you’re the fucking best!” carter shouts. his hand slaps eddies shoulder in approval before reaching for a beer.

nearly three hours later, you’re laying on the top of the van staring at the stars. you’re parked in the hess’ field on the outskirts of town, the other three dropped off long ago. the glass bottle is nearly empty and the second blunt is almost burnt out.

you can’t bring yourself to form a thought, the numbing lightness too much to complete the action. the chilly night air of spring pricks your arms, but you barely notice as you stare at the sky. the galaxy is so beautiful, but eddies’ eyes are still my favorite.

“you wanna go swimming?” he asks suddenly, pulling you from your daze.

“why is that your first suggestion every time you get stoned?” you giggle.

“because it’s fun, duh!” he states obviously, rolling his eyes. “c’mon, we’re going.” he decides. he jumps off the roof, quickly pulling you down into the damp grass.

“where the hell are we going to swim at?” you slur, following as he pulls you along.

the dew wets your bare feet as you walk on shaky legs. you giggle at the way they shine in the moonlight. he shushes you, pointing down the hill. after a second of squinting, and nearly falling, you can see the small pond he’s gesturing to.

on the trek there you slide nearly seven times, eddie barely being able to hold you up himself. once you reach the waters edge he quickly begins pulling off his clothes, you reach for your own zipper and whine.

“wait! eddie i’m not wearing a bra under my dress!” the realization nearly brings tears to your eyes in your cross faded state.

“it’s not a big deal, y/n. it’s just me.” he shrugs, finally down to his boxers. you shrug.

“then help me with my zipper.” you whimper out. he clumsily makes his way behind you, knuckles running along the soft skin of your back as he pulls the zipper all the way down. you shudder at the touch, letting the dress slide off your body. the breeze hit the exposed skin of your chest, making you hiss and back into him. he wraps his arms around you and softly guides you into the water.

you’re too far gone to feel self-conscious about being practically naked as he begins to splash you. it’s nearly twenty minutes of laughter and playing like children before you’re in his arms again.

your arms are around his neck, chest pressed against his own while your head lays on his shoulder.

“eddie?” you whisper, breaking the peaceful silence. he hums back, and you can see the way his neck flexes while producing the sound. “can i kiss you?” you ask, barely audible.

“of course.” he slurs. in less than a second, your lips are molded to his. you don’t even think about what you’re doing as your fingers lace into his hair. the slight tug to his scalp has his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. you whine into his mouth at the contact of teeth to flesh.

when you pull back, you’re both panting. you momentarily admire him before moving your lips to his neck and sucking softly. he moans, head falling back as his fingers dig into the skin of your waist. his sounds only spur you on as you nip at his pulse point.

“jesus christ, princess.” he huffs. you kiss the small bruise you created lightly.

“eddie, please.” you whimper, preening your whole body into him. his hand trails up slowly, pausing to look at you.

“it’s okay?” he manages, fingers so close and yet too far from the skin of your breasts.

“please!” you cry out, and he doesn’t wait. he needs the flesh softly and you moan into the skin of his neck.

he quickly slots his knee between your thighs and you squeal at the pressure it puts there. you move your hips softly.

“oh god, eddie!” you whimper, biting at the skin of his jaw. he groans when your knee bumps his crotch.

“shit, y/n!” he moans back. but suddenly his whole being freezes. his hands pull away from your chest and he stops bouncing his leg. “y/n…” his voice trails, as if he’s just realized who he’s actually with. “oh god y/n-” he breathes, hands coming up to cup your face. you’re staring back at him, confusion on your usually soft features. “no, no, no…” he gasps, a tear runs down his cheek as his thumbs stroke your own.

“eddie? what’s wrong?” you ask desperately. more tears run down his face.

“i’m so fucking sorry.” he cries. your mind is too foggy to understand why he’s apologizing. “i almost- oh god!” he sobs, wrapping you tightly in a hug.

“why did we stop? was i bad?” you ask, anxiety starts creeping up your spine.

“no honey.” he whispers in your ear. “it’s not like that at all.” his grip on you tightens, almost as if he’s trying to ground himself with his hold. “we just can’t do that.”

“why?” you ask, almost innocently. you pull back to peer up at him. he’s crying heavily, face puffy and eyes red.

“because you don’t want this, and it’s not right.” he states.

“no, eddie i do want this! i swear!” you protest, tears of your own start to surface upon his rejection.

“no. no, sweetheart you don’t. you’re drunk, and high. and if i let you do this then you’ll wake up in the morning and hate me.” he rambles. “you’ll resent me until we can’t even be friends anymore. i can’t take advantage of you like this!” he tries to reason, his own sobriety coming back to him faster and faster each second.

“you don’t want me?” you cry, the tears finally breach your waterline and cascade down your face. he shakes his head.

“it’s not like that-” he tries, but a loud cry cuts him off. for a moment, he can’t tell if the sound came from you or him. as your body goes limp in his hold, he realizes it’s you. “shit.” he huffs, lifting your body up to carry you.

you continue to sob the whole way back to the van, his own tears dripping from his face and falling onto your back. when he lays you down in the back, you sob and reach for him again. he comes back with one of his shirts and a pair of boxers he kept for emergencies. once the shirt is covering your naked top, he reaches for your underwear.

“i’m gonna change these, okay?” he manages to gasp out between his own sobs. he pulls the damp material away quickly, replacing it with his dry boxers, all while staring at the ceiling of the van.

he looks back down at you to see that you’re still crying, body trembling as you lay limp on the floor. you notice his gaze and reach out for him, he leans over you and pushes the damp hair from your face.

“i love you, eddie.” you choke out. he squeezes his eyes shut, resisting the urge to get sick.

“i love you too, y/n.” he whispers back. once he pulls a light blanket over you, it doesn’t take you more than a few minutes to cry yourself to sleep.

he’s still crying himself as he walks back to get your clothes. when he sees the fabric of your dress lying by the water, he can’t hold back anymore and finally throws up in the grass.

“fucking god.” he chokes, pressing his hands agaisnt his aching chest.

he has no idea how long he sits in the drivers’ seat, hugging his knees to his chest and crying. he even prays, he fucking prays, even though he doesn’t believe in god that you won’t remember any of it in the moring. he wishes that he could forget it too, but he knows he’s not that lucky.

it’s the last day of school, nearly a week after prom night when olivia finally musters up the courage to ask eddie what has been bothering him.

he’d been pushing away from everyone. gone were the sarcastic quips and funny remarks, they’d been replaced with stony silence and panicked breathing anytime you got too close. to say that everyone was worried would be an understatement, well except donnie, who claimed there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with him.

the breaking point had been last night, when you’d suggested to eddie that you all have a big sleepover and go to school hungover today. and he’d told you no.

no. a word that eddie close to never used with you.

later, you’d called her crying. you’d been terrified than he was mad at you, and you had no idea what you could have even done wrong.

the morning after prom he’d barely been able to look at you. after you’d hugged him goodbye and thanked him for a fun night; he’d driven until he physically couldn’t take it anymore and thrown up on the side of the road. he quickly lost count of how many times he did that within the next forty-eight hours.

then, the most hellish school week of your life had started. your eyes had begun to look more sunken and face gaunt with the nightmare you’d had without him by your side. olivia was fucking tired of it.

“what the fuck is your problem?” she snapped, plopping down in the seat in front of his. he glances up at her, then to the study hall teacher who’s nearly passed out.

“what are you talking about?” there’s an edge of agitation in his voice, one that seemed to be becoming more and more familiar. he doesn’t even give her the courtesy of looking at her as he speaks, going back to doodling in his notebook.

“you know damn-well what i’m talking about.” she rips the book from his reach. he shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest as he sits back and pretends to be looking out the window. “what. happened. after. prom?” she growls, anger bubbling in her stomach.

“nothing.” he whispers, rolling his eyes. her scoff makes him flinch.

“then why are you acting like such a little bitch?” she bites, but when he glances back at her, she can see tears in his eyes. “eddie?” she tests, voice softening minutely. a shaky sigh leaves his lips as he squeezes his eyes shut.

“do you have one of your makeup wipes?” he asks. her brows furrow.

“why do you-” she trails, but he grabs her hand and begins to pull her from the classroom.

when they finally reach the unused, dingey girls bathroom she can finally tell just how wrong something is. he’s trembling and blinking tears from his eyes. without hesitation, she hands him one of the small towelettes from her bag. as he runs it along his neck, she sees tiny, nearly faded bruises begin to appear.

“so what? you got a girlfriend and didn’t want to tell us?” she assumes. he bites his lip and shakes his head.

“y/n gave me these.” he chokes. she can feel her heart plummet from her chest to the pit of her stomach, and still manages to choke on the sensation. “we were both fucking drunk, and she-” his voice cracks as he rolls the wetness from his eyes. “and i almost fucking let her.” it doesn’t work, and tears begin to fall. he also can’t remember how many times he’s cried in the past six days.

“but you didn’t, eddie even if you wanted to you didn’t and that’s-” she starts to ramble, but his shout cuts her off.

“i don’t fucking want to!” his aggression makes her wince. “it’s not- we’re not-” he tries, and the words fail him. “it’s not like that.” he whimpers sadly, maybe because he’s starting to realize it’s not true.

she can’t help it, it doesn’t matter how mad she was at him fifteen minutes ago; she wraps her arms tightly around him as he cries.

“she doesn’t remember, if that helps.” she whispers, beginning to run her fingers through his hair. he nods, sniffing softly. “but right now… you’re scaring her eddie. she thinks she’s done something wrong- that you don’t want her anymore- that you’re embarrassed of her. which, let's face it, that’s ridiculous because i don’t think you’ve been embarrassed about anything since like the sixth grade.”

so he’d agreed to go to the end of school party that night, albeit reluctantly. he’d been making an effort to talk to you, to touch you without feeling sick all night. he was so fucking greatful you didn’t ask what had been wrong; he didn’t think he could take that. by his third beer, things had started to feel easier, less forced.

but all nerves, all reluctance, all anxiety goes away the moment tommy h thinks he has the right to fucking touch you. you’re dancing to some abba song with a thoroughly wasted carter when tommy comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. eddie is standing by donnie, watching you with a small smile while he holds olivias’ drink. he can see the way you gasp, attempting to pull away. he can also see that carter is too far gone to notice what’s happening.

even years later, if someone had asked him what had come over him that night, he probably still wouldn’t be able to explain it. he slams the solo cup down and stomps his away toward you, just in time to hear you cry out from tommys’ tight grip.

“tommy, stop!” you whimper, and it’s as if someone injected gasoline into his veins and dropped a match in his lungs. he rips you from tommys’ grip and into his own, he can feel more than hear the way you gasp as you make contact with his chest. the moment you realize it’s him though, you fingers fist his shirt and you snuggle closer.

“aw, come on munson! there’s enough of her for both of us.” tommy chuckles. you squint your eyes shut and attempt to move impossibly closer to eddie.

“if you ever fucking touch her again, i’ll knock your goddamn teeth out.” the growl in his voice surprises all three of you. he sounds scary. his tone makes tommys’ eyes get wide and you gasp again.

it was that night that eddie realized things weren’t going to be easy anymore. you weren’t a little girl, and the threat of being the cheifs’ daughter didn’t scare people anymore. you were fifteen, and being around people like eddie made you susceptible to all kinds. he knew that realistically you weren’t helpless, that you could fight for yourself if you needed to, but you shouldn’t have to. you should never have to, and he’s going to make damn sure that you don’t. he promises himself that he’s never going to push you away, or leave you lonely again.

there’s a lot of things for you to fear at the age of fifteen, but he swears he’ll never be one of them again.

you’re lying against eddies chest watching ‘alien’ while he sips a beer, it’d kind of become your nightly routine in the past three weeks since school let out. you’d go out for the day, swimming, shopping, or even just driving around, then come home and eat dinner while watching whatever horror movie he’d rented.

you’d barely been home, practically living at eddies’. neither wayne nor your dad seemed to mind. wayne was happy you got eddie out of the house, and hopper was happy you had someone to spend time with. wayne also liked that you made dinner some nights, home-cooked meals were not something he and eddie were used to, and he adored the way you attempted to teach eddie how to cook.

the music is tense as the xenomorph watches bret from the rafters of the ship, and just as it’s about to pounce- the trailer door slams open. you and eddie both scream, grabbing each others hands.

“what the fuck dude!” eddie yells at a teary eyed carter.

“olivia broke up with me.” he sobs. you sit up, opening your arms for him and whispering a soft ‘oh honey’ that’s got eddies’ chest burning as carter cries into the crook of your neck.

“i’m sorry man, what happened?” he asks, awkwardly rubbing his shoulder.

“i don’t even know!” he cries, grip on your (eddies) shirt tight. “she said she has feelings for someone else of some shit!”

it takes nearly two hours to convince carter to go to bed, but the moment you’re sure he’s out, you’re flying down the hall and toward the phone. eddie watches from behind you, lips pulled into an angry line as you dial the number of olivias’ house.

“hello?” the tone of her voice has you glancing over at the clock, two in the morning?

“okay, what the actual hell?” you growl. eddies’ brows rise in shock at the tone of your voice. the line is silent for a long moment, only furthering your anger. “i mean you guys were fine like what? two days ago?”

“yeah, i mean it’s crazy what you and eddie miss when you guys just disappear.” she snaps back. you’re livid by now, squeezing the phone so hard your knuckles turn white. eddies’ fingers softly run over your own, pulling the phone from your hand. his back is against your chest, and you’re leaning up so you can still hear her words. “look, i just wanted to tell him and get it over with. it’s better than lying to him and telling him i still love him!” she defends quickly.

“i mean, i guess.” eddie shrugs. “it’s gonna make going to college together pretty awkward though.” she huffs.

“i told him i still wanted to be friends.” she whispers, “it’s not like i want him out of my life completely, i just have feelings for someone else now.” you scoff, walking over and throwing yourself on the couch. they talk for a few more minutes before eddie places the phone back in its place, leaning his forehead against the wall.

“what else did she say?” you ask, taking in his tired demeanor.

“doesn’t matter.” he hums, but he’s tense as he sits down beside you.

“god, we leave them alone for forty-eight hours and they fall apart.” you laugh, throwing your head back in exasperation. he chuckles along, hand squeezing your knee.

“i think summer just got a lot less fun.” he says sadly.

“c’mon doll, it’s four days. i think you’ll live without me for four days.” he jokes, trying to lighten the mood; it doesn’t work.

“maybe if i had someone else to talk to! carter and donnie are camping all week, eds!” you whine. you’re laid out on his bed while he finishes packing his bag, continuing your week long whining since he told you he was leaving.

every summer, eddie and wayne went on a trip upstate to stay with one of waynes’ friend to see an annual car show. you’d been dreading it since he told you about it. four days when he would be miles away, having fun with one of his childhood friends while you stayed here, in shitty little hawkins. you’re dread had only increased when you found out donnie and carter were going to be gone all week on a camping trip.

eddie was the only one who had spoken to olivia since her and carter broke up. he huffs, flopping down in the bed beside you and putting a tape on your chest.

“what’s this?” you ask softly, seeing the words ‘your mix’ in eddies’ messy handwriting.

“mixtape.” he states, speech muffled by his face being pressed into the bed. “for when you miss me.” he furthers, finally looking up at you. you swear your heart fucking melts at his words. you coo happily, wrapping your arms around him to hide your inevitable blush.

but the longer you sit, the more your chest tugs, because he’s going to be gone. for four whole days.

the longest amount of time you’ve spent apart since you met him.

“i’m gonna miss you so much.” you whimper, before you can think better of it.

“aww, baby.” he laughs, sitting up to look at you. baby. the word rings in your ears. he squeezes your cheeks together, contorting your pout. “here.” he whispers, beginning to tug his ring off his finger. he slots it onto your own and you let out a small gasp.

“eddie i can’t take this! it’s your-”

“my moms.” he finishes and you nod, looking up at him in confusion. “and it’s the only things of hers that i have, so i need you to take care of it for me while i’m gone. it’ll give you something to do.”

“eds, i can’t” you try to argue, but he doesn’t let you.

and that’s how you end up standing on your doorstep, playing softly with the ring on your finger as eddies’ van drives down the road, wayne dozing off in the passenger seat. after hopper had left for work, you’d laid in your bed for hours reading ‘the shining’ and constantly replaying the tape eddie had given you.

it’s nearly three in the morning when the phone finally rings. you drop the cold potato wedges you were about to shove in your mouth and practically run to it, hoppers tired laugh sounding behind you.

“hello?” you ask hopefully into the receiver.

“hey loverboy! your girl picked up!” an unknown voice shouts. your heart beats faster. your girl? “he’s on his way, i’ve heard so much about you by the way. he literally will not shut the fuc-”

“give me that!” you hear eddie yell, followed by shuffling and laughing. “hi y/n.” he sighs happily into the phone. your grin, a small giggle leaving your lips.

“hi… loverboy.” you hum mockingly. he groans. “what’s all that about?” you ask slyly, trying to ignore the way the flutter in your chest makes your lungs tighten.

“wayne told everyone that you’re my girlfriend.” he huffs, the air of annoyance in his voice makes your face drop a little. “i’ve been teased non-stop ever since.”

“aw, i’m sorry.” you giggle.

“no you’re not, shithead. you’re enjoying my pain.”

“only a little.” you muse back. you hear a laugh somewhere on the other end of the phone.

“i’m going to bed kiddo, don’t stay on the phone too late.” hopper informs, pressing a kiss to the back of your head and patting your shoulder.

“night, hop!” eddie shouts, causing hopper to chuckle.

“goodnight, munson!” he shouts back before padding down the hall.

“so how was your day, sweet girl?” eddie asks, and you hear another snicker followed by a loud ‘ow!’.

“pretty good.” you state, sitting on the floor with your back to the wall. “almost done with my book, and i listened to the tape.”

“what? miss me already?” he asks teasingly. you roll your eyes.

“always.” you whisper.

it’s nearly three the next afternoon when you finally decide to get out of the house and stop feeling bad for yourself. it was actually pretty nice, skating down the road with the summer breeze against your face. your headphones are on your ears, blaring ‘edge of seventeen’ to block out all thought, because they all seem to be about eddie. or, the lack thereof, the constant reminder that he’s hours away.

you’re pulling snacks off the shelf at the convenience store as the song changes to ‘jessies’ girl’ making you hum happily. but the happiness quickly turns to anxiety when you round the corner and see olivia arguing with the guy behind the counter.

“c’mon dude! it’s three damn dollars” she exclaims, throwing her arms up as you pull the headphones from your ears. you pull the cash from your pocket, are you really going to do this? you haven’t talked to her in like a month. you shake your head, pulling three dollars out and slamming them on the counter. her eyes get wide, face softening when she sees you.

“y/n, honey, you don’t have to.” she protests.

“ring her up.” you snap, glaring at the worker.

“wait, no-” she gasps, but the register is already dinging and you smirk.

“don’t sweat it, you can just drive me home.” you smile, laying your snacks on the counter. she rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling.

“you’re a brat.” she beams, ruffling your hair.

surprisingly enough, it’s not awkward as you sit in the passenger seat of her car, singing your heart out to ‘bad reputation’.

“god, you hang out with eddie too much.” she laughs, turning the music slightly. you scowl, but continue singing anyway. “you wanna come stay at my place tonight?” she asks shyly. “it’s just- i know he’s out of town and i don’t know, it could be fun. but you totally don’t have to-” she starts to ramble. is she nervous right now?

“yeah, sure.” you agree and she nods, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. olivia is never nervous.

you’re in your room shoving clothes in a bag when you hear her coo softly. you turn and see her looking at the assortment of things tacked to your walls.

“aw, this is so cute!” she chuckles, running her fingers over a polaroid of you lying in eddies’ lap and flipping off the camera, or more so carter who was behind it.

it feels good to be out, somewhere that’s not your house, eddies’, or bennys’ with your dad. she’s got a nearly empty wine bottle in her lap, giggling like an idiot.

“okay, so let’s talk business.” she laughs, passing it to you. you tilt your head at her in confusion, cigarette dangling from your lips. “you and eddie-” she says slyly, biting her lip.

“oh god!” you groan, falling back into her pillows as ‘the chain’ filters though her room. you get lost in the voice of stevie nicks and begin to shake your head. “there’s nothing to talk about.” you lie.

“oh whatever y/n! you’re totally in love with him!” she shouts. you shut your eyes and huff out a cloud of smoke.

“utterly.” you whisper. her jaw drops, a small gasp leaving her lips. you sit up on your elbows to look at her, and a grin breaks onto her face.

“holy shit!” she screams. “holy shit, oh my god!” she begins to bounce in her seat. “you have to tell him y/n!” you feel tears begin to well in your eyes.

“just because i am doesn’t mean he is.” you whisper again, voice cracking at the mere thought. a pitiful frown pulls her cheeks down suddenly.

“oh, sweetheart.” she reaches out to hug you. “he definitely is.” you scoff. “i can see it in the way he looks at you. you’re the only one who's allowed to touch the radio, that he shares food with, that gets to touch his guitar- i mean you have matching stick-and-pokes of gods’ sake!”

“in not that simple!” you whine, “it’s just not like that with us.” a tear runs down your face.

“wait-” she grabs you hand and begins to examine it. “is that?” her jaw falls slack again.

“his moms’ ring.” you nod; she laughs in disbelief.

“jesus christ, you’re practically married.” she beams, but you only shrug.

hours later, you’re asleep in the floor while she talks on the phone.

“babe-” she interrupts eddie, glancing back at you. “i’m starting to feel bad.” she whispers.

“why?” eddie asks softly.

“we’re going to break this girls poor fucking heart if she finds out-” she looks sadly at the ring on your finger.

“no one is going to find out. what are you even talking about? why would y/n care?” he asks and she clamps her eyes shut.

“i just think she’ll be upset that we didn’t tell her.” she lies straight through her teeth, guilt swarming in her chest.

a pounding at your front door wakes you, causing you to groan. you fumble your way to the door, cursing pissily as you throw it open. all your anger diminishes when you see eddie rocking back and forth, hands behind his back.

“eddie!” you scream, throwing your body toward his own. his arms don’t wrap around you, and you pull back, confused.

“i have a surprise for you.” he smirks, hands still hidden from view. “well, a few. but the most important one comes first.”

“the anticipation is killing me.” you say dramtically, but you’re not able to force the stupid grin off your face.

he pulls his hands out to reveal what must be the tiniest kitten you’ve ever seen. you gasp, hands immediately reaching for it. he lays it gently into them, and your heart nearly shatters at the tiny cry it lets out.

“oh my god.” you gasp again, “eddie it’s so tiny!” he laughs, finally wrapping his arms around you as you cradle the small animal to your chest.

“promise not to love her more than me.” he laughs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. you melt into his touch, releasing a soft sigh. god, these past four days have been the longest of my fucking life. the kitten croaks from between you.

“i’ll try.” you laugh, holding her up to look at her. her all black fur is fluffed out, tiny tuffs sticking up from her ears.

“she has to be bottle fed, but i got the stuff for that on the way here.” he informs as you begin to tug him into the trailer. “just found her. on the fire escape of all places.” he laughs, flopping down onto your bed.

“aw, poor baby.” you hum, laying her down on his stomach as you crawl in bed beside him. you sit in content silence, both of you petting the small creature.

“i missed you.” he whispers, pulling you from your daze. he looks so fucking tired. you lean forward, moving some hair from his forehead.

“i missed you too.” you admit, pressing a soft kiss to his nose. his eyes flutter shut and he sighs, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“it’s good to be home.” he mumbles, thumb stroking your cheek bone. the kitten emits a small cry from the spot she crawled to on his chest, causing you both to giggle. “what are you gonna name her?”

“how about ororo?” you ask, looking into her small cloudy gray eyes.

“like munroe? like storm?” he laughs when you nod. “oh my god you have been reading them!” he beams, sitting up and nearly dropping ororo.

“yeah, you were right. they’re pretty cool.” you hum, rolling your eyes as he shakes your shoulders in excitement.

“now we have to go as rogue and gambit! and we can bring ororo!” he laughs, picking her up to talk to her.

he doesn’t leave your house for the next two days, not that you mind. he’d slept a lot the first day, much to your insistence when he’d told you he’d drove all through the night and came over as soon as he’d gotten home. he’d helped you feed ororo, napped, told you about his trip, napped again, and then given you your other surprises: a fleetwood mac record, a coffee mug with wildflowers printed on it, and a sketchbook. you’re lying on the couch with him, watching some show your dad had told him about when the phone rings.

“hey, you wanna hang out with me, donnie, and olivia tonight?” you hear carters’ voice through the line. since when were they talking again? you look back at eddie, who’s carrying on a one-sided conversation with ororo.

“i don’t know if i can get eds off the couch for that long.” you laugh, causing his head to snap up and scowl at you.

“stop hoarding him!” you hear donnie shout over the line.

so that’s how you end up walking up to carters’ front door, eddies’ arms slung over your shoulder as you carry a mewing ororo in your arms.

“she’s too little to leave by herself.” eddie had insisted, shoving the small bottle into his bag.

“oh my god!” olivia yells, running off the porch to meet you when she sees the feline clutched to your chest.

all of you are sat in a circle, passing around a joint while eddie attempts to feed ororo. olivia and carter are surprisingly civil with one another.

“she doing okay?” you ask eddie, reaching over to pet the top of her head. he only nods, clearly concentrating, tongue poking out slightly.

“aw, it’s like you two have a baby now.” olivia giggles. you blush slightly when carter hums in agreement. donnie only rolls his eyes and glances around the room.

“closest thing i’ll ever have to one.” eddie states, pulling the empty bottle from her mouth and setting it on the floor.

“you don’t want babies?” olivia gasps, hands flying to her chest dramatically. eddie shakes his head, mumbling a quick ‘nope’ while handing the sleepy kitten to you. “what if your wife wants them?” she asks, causing him to laugh.

“not getting married either.” he shrugs, taking a hit. olivia looks horrified. “i don’t need a certificate to tell me how much i love someone.”

“that’s sweet.” you hum.

“that’s stupid.” olivia snaps at the same time.

“anyway-” carter interrupts, not wanting it to turn into a debate. “are we going to kats’ end of the summer party?”

“obviously.” donnie chirps. eddie groans and throws his head back.

“do we have to?” he whines, looking over at you.

“yes, you do.” olivia intejects before you can answer. “it’s the last high school party carter and i will have before we leave for college.”

a somber mood takes over, like it’s suddenly dawning on everyone that in a few weeks they won't be here anymore.

“that’s fucking depressing.” donnie states.

“holy fuck! you look so hot!” olivia screams. you’re in a tight black slip dress with a mesh red t-shirt underneath, all of which formerly belonged to her. she’d given you practically her whole wardrobe while packing up her childhood bedroom. an experience which had been full of tears, even eddie had almost cried while pulling photos from her wall.

eddie’s in a tight red tee and black jeans to match you, and the thought makes your stomach flutter.

“do you have it?” she whispers in your ear, carefully not to let the three boys in front of you hear. you nod, pulling the flooded up piece of paper from the pocket of your black jean jacket. she beams, “he’s gonna tell you he loves you too. and then i’ll have completed my goal of getting you two together and can leave happily.” you simply roll your eyes, too nervous to think about it any longer.

it’s been two and a half hours since then and you’re well buzzed. your cup sloshes sound as you search for eddie in the sea of people. you can’t find him anywhere, and you’re starting to feel claustrophobic.

“found him.” donnie says, coming up to you and grabbing your wrist. he leads you up the stairs and into a small bedroom. you glance around, noticing it’s empty.

“he’s not in here-” you whimper, but when you turn around donnie is shutting the door. “what are you-” you start, but you’re interrupted by him smashing his lips onto yours. you gasp, shoving him back by his shoulders. “what the fuck was that?” you shout.

“finally gonna have you all to myself while he’s off screwing that whore.” he growls, shoving you back onto the bed. you attempt to stand up, but he pushes down hard on your chest causing you to cough. he begins to climb over you and you panic.

“no stop!” you all but scream, but he just laughs. you feel sick, mind fuzzy and moving too fast to comprehend.

“what’s this?” he asks coyly, picking up the paper that’s fallen from your pocket.

“wait!” you try to reach for it; he smacks your hand away and begins to read it.

“oh my god-” he laughs, looking up at your terrified expression. “so you’ll fuck eddie but you won’t fuck me?” he asks annoyedly.

“it’s not like th-” you attempt to speak, but he grabs your neck and holds you down. your brain runs on auto as you reach up and claw at his face. even though you draw blood, it doesn’t seem to phase him. “no!” you shriek as he reaches for your tights.

“what the fuck is going on in here?” carter yells, throwing open the door. donnies hand comes off your throat and you begin to gasp for breath.

“help me.” you cry out. carters’ face turns from one of confusion to complete rage.

“get the fuck off of her!” he yells, running to help you off the bed. he stands you up on trembling legs, and you notice for the first time that you’re sobbing. “are you okay?” he asks softly, turning your face to look at him. all you can do is fall into him, letting the sobs fall freely.

“fuck you, you’re gonna get what you fuckign deserve when eddie finds out.” carter screams at him.

“he’s too busy for that.” donnie laughs angrily as carter helps you walk out.

even with him leading you, the walk outside feels like miles. when eddies’ van is in sight, you finally feel like you can breathe again. you don’t hesitate, immediately dropping carters hand and running to it.

“oh eddie-” you cry, pulling open the back door. but you feel your heart stop as it opens.

olivia is sucking on eddies neck, hands down the front of his jeans. when he sees you, his jaw drops. you can feel bile starting to rise in your throat.

“fucking seriously, dude?” carter shouts, something broken in his voice. olivia throws herself off eddies’ lap.

“why are you crying, babydoll?” eddie asks, and the name makes you finally throw up in the grass.

the next few minutes happen in a blur, olivia holds your hair back as carters’ fist lands on eddies’ cheek. the harsh sound only makes you throw up again. you hardly notice them fighting over the sound of your own head throbbing.

“shit, eddie stop! he’s had enough!” olivia screams, running up to them. you look up to see a few people are starting to come over. donnies grabs eddie and pulls him off carters’ limp frame on the grass.

“i think you’re gonna want to see this.” he laughs, handing eddie something. you don’t realize it’s your note to eddie until he’s looking up at you, confusion and sadness on his face. fuck.

“tell him how you got it.” carter croaks, coughing up blood as he tries to stand. eddies eyes trail to donnie, a stream of blood running from under his eye. donnie starts to back away from him.

“how’d you fucking get this from her?” he growls, but donnie doesn’t answer. all eyes are on you, but you can’t bring yourself to answer.

“he tried to fuck her.” carter snaps crudely, his words make you gag again.

“oh baby-” eddie whispers.

“he what?” a deep voice shouts. and there he is. chief jim hopper stands, full uniform. your whole body relaxes.

“dad-” you whimper softly.

“get you asses in these fucking cruisers now.” he yells, officers powell and callahan guide donnie, carter, and oliva toward their cars.

“can you stand honey?” eddie asks, hands on your shoulders. you almost reach out for him to take you into his arms, but you spot the bruises on his neck. you don’t even think about it as you reach up and slap him hard across the face. hopper jerks you back quickly.

“get in the car.” hopper instructs. eddies’ lips tremble, tears filling his eyes as he begins to walk to the bronco.

the car ride is silent, occasionally broken by a soft cry from you or eddie. you feel numb, nothing but a deep ache in your chest. how could it all go wrong so quickly? the car comes to a stop before the station.

“can you do this?” hopper asks, hand resting on your knee. you exhale shakily.

“no one’s gonna blame you if you can’t, y/n.” eddie whispers, reaching up to touch your shoulder. you nod, leaning into his touch.

“i can do it.” you whisper softly.

your sitting in the lobby, olivia in front of you. eddie’s cuffed to the other desk, holding an ice pack against his face, carter mirroring his actions on the opposite side. no one speaks as your dad come up to kneel beside you.

“he admitted it.” he tells you, hand coming up to stroke your arm. “do you want to press charges for attempted rape?” he asks sadly, voice cracking.

“oh god.” olivia cries, hiding her face in her hands. you can’t force your eyes away from the wood in front of you, much less speak.

“y/n?” eddie asks. officer callahan shushes him. you look up and see tears in his eyes, and reality comes crashing down on you. hopper pulls you into his arms as you begin to sob again.

“yeah, yeah i do.” you choke out. eddie squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head as tears roll down his cheeks again.

as flo takes pictures of your bruising, olivia and carters are questioned. then finally eddie. you sit in the lobby, lonely even though flow is at her desk typing and officer callahan and powell sit with carter and olivia outside.

“he needs to talk to you.” hopper whispers, sitting in the seat on the other side of the table.

on trembling legs, you make your way to your dads office. eddie is cuffed to the chair, not looking at you.

“eddie-” you whisper softly.

“we’re done.” he states simply. your chest tightens. “after tonight, after you walk out that door… your not gonna talk to me anymore. we’re not going to hang out. not going to be friends. it’s done.” he finally looks at you, face bloody, eyes red.

“please don’t say that.” you beg. he shakes his head. “eddie, i love you.” you whimper, but you can’t cry. it hurts too much to even cry.

“i promised your dad that i wouldn’t hurt you anymore, and that means leaving.”

“you can only hurt me by leaving. you’re the best thing i’ve ever had, eddie please don’t leave me.” you beg desperately. “eddie, i’m so in love with you.”

“i’m not.” he states, without missing a beat.

there it is.

the words you never wanted to hear.

they make you feel like the world is falling from beneath your feet.

“no-” you whisper.

“i’m sorry.” he says back. “but i can’t do this to you. you and me just don’t work that way, and i can’t keep stringing you along like this.”

“eddie-”

“i love you, but not the way you want. y/n, i really do. i need you to know that, but this has to end.”

and with that, you storm out of the room, out of the station. you slam your fist into the pillar by the sentence. it splits your knuckles, but you don’t even feel it. you can’t feel anything but the deep emptiness in your chest.

hopper exits the station, guiding you back to the car. he buckles your seat belt for you, because once you sit, you suddenly can’t move. all of your limbs feel too heavy. so heavy that you feel like you could just sink into the earth and never stop.

and the scariest part- you can’t think. can’t make a single thought enter your mind.

the dark woods surround the road, the car. you stare at them, wishing you could disappear into them and never come back out again. the radio plays softly, but you don’t even notice it.

“i know what it’s like-” hopper finally says. you look over at him. “i know what it’s like to fall in love with someone… just for it all to be ripped away from you.” you blink at him, dumbfoundely.

“i always thought i was cursed, and i guess i passed it on to you. i know that it feels like you’re dying, like you’re all alone, like your whole world is falling apart. but you’re not alone. you have to remember that, because i also know that you may not be my biological daughter but you’re so damn much like me, and i need you to not do something stupid about those feelings like i did.”

“i love him so much.” you cry.

“i know, i know baby. he wanted me to give you this.” he holds that stupid fucking paper out to you. you open it, and begin to read the word you wrote only a few days ago. words that you wrote with so much love, hope, happiness, lightness.

hey eds, i know this is stupid. but i’m writing all the things i’m too scared to tell you, which is stupid because i know once you read this you’ll tell me i have no reason to ever be scared of you. anyway, here it goes:

i was so lost before i found you. i had no idea who i wanted to be, what i wanted to do with my life. then you walked into it, and now it’s like the ideas had been there the whole time. i can’t wait to see what adventures we make together eddie. you made me feel like a real person. i’ve learned so much about myself in the past year.

but the most important thing i’ve learned is that it takes me approximately four days to fall in love, and about four months to realize it.

i couldn’t see myself spending every day of the rest of my life with anyone, until i met you. i love you eds’, so fucking much.

-your favorite shithead, y/n.

the words bounce around in your skull, enough tears running down your face to fill an ocean. you hold the paper up to the open window, and let the wind rip it from your fingers.

your eyes settle back in front of you, staring out at the dark road as the curse of loneliness that seems to consume hawkins sucks you in too. so you reach to turn up the radio-

“feelin’ that it's gone, could change your mind. if we can’t go on, to survive the tide, love divides. someday, love will find you. break those chains that bind you. one night will remind you, how we touched and went our separate ways. if he ever hurts you, true love won’t desert you. you know i still love you, though we touched and went our separate ways-”

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Top 12 Three Caballeros Moments: Ride of the Three Caballeros Epilogue!

Salduos Amigos...and Adios, as this is the FINAL part of my 20 part look at those happy amigos, those snappy chappies in matching serapes, those birds of the feather, THE THREE CABALLEROS, THE RIDE OF THE THREE CABALLEROS! Yes after 19 other articles, all paid for by megafan and patron of the blog @weirdkev27, it’s time to bid our boys a fond farewell. And what a ride i’ts been... we’ve had trips to Bahia, animaton sequences requiring a LOT of 1940′s cocaine ,Jose reinacting the plot of “Come a LIttle Bit Closer” by jay and the americans but ironcially not in the Badman Jose roll,, a less happy reunion where Donald went full vanilla ice for a few moments, Panchito giving us his long and storied family history in song form, Donald needing a vacation after his girlfriend punched him in the face and instead getting eaten by a giant snake, FLAMENCO MASTER HORACE HORSECOLLAR, Soccer with super cars, and our heroes having a warm and fun reunion and having to admit their lives didn’t turn out so good while Dewey jacaksses around in the subplot.

And all of this lead into their very own series where our heroes met a goddess and wayne knight all in the same day, defeated THE MIGHTY MINOTAUR, got into a giant robot fight on the fucking moon, meeting the roman gods who live on and tend to the norse world tree for some reason, preventing a stupidly started lava apocalypse, going to goblin jail via song, meeting some literal dead presidents, chasing a bear around a fancy rich people town, getting into the ch-ch-chalk zone, fighting a wrestling match against the respresntive of the god of death, dying and coming back to life as a result of said wrestling match, going to camelot to train with king arthrus’ self helf book, going to a yeti spa and finally returning for one last battle with an evil wizard, his pet monkeybatdonkeyrat, and wayne knight, and have to put up with Donald’s shrill abusive ex girlfriend through about half of it. All in all good stuff and i’ll always be greatful for kevn funding this and giving me the chance to both finally watch legend and in general cover these wonderful characters. While i’m sure Panchito and Jose wil lbe back for the big finale of Ducktales, I’m gonna miss these guys and hope they get another shot at the big time one day.

But Kevin had a great idea, one I decided to do for free since this thing cost 100 dollars together as it was a movie, and 20 episodes of television, so it was a LOT to do. Fun but a lot of work. A top 12 list of the best moments from across the works covered for this retrospective. From the movie to the series, these are the best of the best moments of the best boys around. So without further adeu join me under the cut as I throw one hell of an after party for one hell of a ride.

12. The Cold Blooded Penguin (The Three Caballeros (Movie) )

This one is low because it doesn’t exactly involve the boys at all as this was a short in their movie. But what can I say, I love penguins, especially Opus.

And the charming tale of a pengy named Pablo who has trouble with the cold and wants to head off for warmer climates just never ceases to entertain me. It’s adorable, pretty funny and just a nice little start to the film every time I watch it. Especially his friends with the sleepy, depressed eyebrows. Really relate to them, especially the tall one with a ponch, aka me as a penguin. Not much else to say hence why it’s so low, but I really enjoyed this short and can’t help but put Pablo on the list.. and wish he’d gotten a nod in Legend, but then again given we weren’t given a second season they were probably just saving him.

11. Charon’s Fabulous Cruise (Legend of the Three Caballeros) Another Cabs free entry but I Just love this concept: Charon, ferryman of the river sticks.. deciding since he’s not getting as many customers to turn it into a cruise ship complete with add. IT’s low both because it dosen’t involve the boys and it dosen’t take up much of it’s episode.. but damn if it ain’t funny. And Jim Cummings just brings his all to it.. granted HE always does, the man’s a legend for a reason, but dosne’t make his performance any less lovely. WIsh we got a second season just so we could see this guy again among other reasons.

10. You Don’t Get a Vacation You Take it (Legend of the Three Caballeros) Wayne Knight as Sheldgoose.. was easily one of the best parts of Legend of the Three Caballeros. While the show itself was fairly high quality it’s other main villain Feldrake eventually fell into just calling Sheldgoose a moron and hitting him as his only character. IN contrast while at first apperance Sheldgoose was just a rich asshole with hair that looks like a bad toupe but apparently is his actual hair and what he choose to go with and a hell of a moustache.. and while that’s all true, he’s also cunning and manipultive, often making Feldrake’s plans work simply by using clever manipulations. He’s funny, enaging and the sadest part of no second season is not getting more of this guy. Hopefully he’ll show up in another.. even the comics using him without Wayne Knight’s Dulect Tones would be nice. He’s a good villian and would fit just as well in the classic comics being either a snooty nuisance to donald in some way, or being a rival fro scrooge, also being rich but his family having earned it by stealing from others. But for now what we got ain’t bad and hte best example of just what sheldgoose is capable of is also his first bit of contirbuting more than as a set of hands for feldrake, phrasing. His vilian song. Yes Wayne Knight FINALLY gets a villian song. Your very welcome.

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The song is just fun, a Luau type song with a sinster undercurrent and wayne knight just having a hell of a time, alternating between speaking and singing> It’s low on this list because i’ts an OKAY song, i’ve seen better villian songs, I just really liked this one, and because it dosen’t exactly involved the boys, but I still hold to my convictions in putting this one on here.

9. Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero González (House of Mouse) Only House of Mouse entry, and suprisingly it’s not Donald squeaking “And i’m donald duck!” , which has been burned into my brain for a few decades. No it’s the groups OTHER song in there second apperance on the show Not So Goofy, sung by the incomprable Rob Pauslen. While I sitll think he was easily the worst Jose of the bunch, and that the roll never should’ve been given to a white man to begin with, credit where it’s do: he wasn’t a have bad panchito. He only voiced everyone’s faviorite rooster, suck it Foghorn Leghorn, once, for a song, likely to capatalize on the fact Paulsen was famed for Yakko’s World and other songs where he sang a lot at once, but boy did he make a meal of it. Observe.

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The song is lightly hampered by the fact it also uses his version of Jose which is probably the worst work i’ve heard from Rob. And given it’s the only roll i’ve heard of his that wasn’t very good and he’s still VERY CLEARLY trying his best, that says a lot to the guy’s quality. And im not saying all this to avoid backlash, I stand by what I say and how I say it.. i’m saying it because I truly love and respect the guy this just was not his best work. This song however is Rob on full blast, using his ablitlity to talk fast no matter the voice to give us one heck of a lively performance and name for Panchito, one that was reused for Ride of the Three Cabs though sadly minus the song, as I would’ve LOVED to hear Jamie Camill belt this one out. But the lively animation and liveleir performance earn this one a spot.

8. Baia, Donald (The Three Caballeros) For this one i’m squishing three different but related parts of the movie together: The “Have you been to Baia, Donald” song, the train trip there and the awesome musical number at the end. But all three flow together as one great sequence with the frist two serviing as a fun prelude for a fun sequence as Donald and Jose try to woo a lady named Yaya, played by Aurora Miranda, and get into a big and fun dance number that for the time is AMAZINGLY blended with the live action work. The song is an utter ear worm, the seqeunce is fun and it lacks some of the creepiness Donald’s later session of flirting had and the colors are vibrant as hell. Wonderful, beautiful stuff. It’s really hard to talk about as not a lot happens in it other than a fun bit of song and dance.. but sometimes tha’ts just waht you need: a bunch of actors, two of which were animated, moving and groving to a heckuva beat.

7. I Love You Guys (Legend of the Three Caballeros) This was just a very sweet moment but one I treasure. The Cabs beat a giant horrifying rage beast.. by genuinely apoologizing to donald, telling him they love him then having a group hug. After a full episode before this of them just kinda ignoring what he cared about, Xandra and the boys genuine apologies and Donald genuinely telling them “I love you guys” and realizing for the first time in his life he’s genuinely loved and appricated. It just feels so fucking nice. Shame they didn’t you know.. end the Daisy plot with him realizing he dind’t need or or that he wasn’t angsiting over a selfish goldigger in the first place but hey, you take what you can get sometimes and the getting is good here.

6. The Cabs Song .. in Comic Form! (The Three Caballeros Ride Again!)

Another fairly quick one to talk about but one’s that damn impressive. The Three Cabs ride again is a wonderful story that reunites our birds of a feather for an adventure in mexico.. and one of it’s two best moments, the other one way further up from Don Rosa’s classic, seriously check it out it’s good, is when the boys, to distract their enemy for the story, play their classic song. Musical numbers.. are hard to pull off in comics. As Linkara, comic critic and one of my inspirations check him out on youtube he’s really fantastic, has mentioned quite a bit not having the sound to go with it is an uphill battle. But i’m not as against this as he is.. as long as you can convey the ENERGY of said song and perofrmance in the page. As long as you got that, you can pull it off and boy oh boy oh boy did Rosa ever. While it’s only about a page and a half long it’s just a fun, wonderful litlte sequence, from the crowd that has no reaction til lthe end when our big bad clubs them with the guitar, to our heroes swipining tablecoths to seve as serape to Donald falling outside, it’s one of the highlights of an alreayd impressive story.

5. Jam Session (Ducktales, The Town Where Everyone Was Nice!)

Only one Ducktales moment but it’s a keeper to be sure and now I HAVE seen Legend... I can say as I did there Jamie Camil REALLY shoudlv’e been kept as Panchito but “The Town Where Everyone Was Nice”.. really was still ag reat version of the characters and still kept them true. It wasn’t AS good as the Legend versions.. but honestly that’s fine. Not every version HAS to be good as the others and they were still wella cted, wonderfully animated and the story was great. And the moment that shows it off best is the boys quite moment after lunch, where they remincse, have fun, think about old times.. then hear a radio and slowly but surely have a fun dance number together, playing like old times. It’s this moment that makes me REALLY question why people hated this so much, as this one tiny moment captures the cabs chemistry and comrander in just two short minutes, Donald getting angry, Jose defusing int with a dance then him joining in, the three just jamming iwth whatever’s on hand and jose magically playing the fluit with his umbrella. I’ts all just so charming I love it. The end version of the three cabs IS really awesome, it just didn’t make the cut. Still liked it though.. but this.. this is better. Sometimes less is more you know?

4. The Three Cablleros Song (The Three Caballeros (Movie) ) Look you knew this was coming, I knew this was coming, we all knew this was coming. But the song is no less awesome, with fluid animation, wonderful vocals and lyrics, and an unberably catchy tune. It’s iconic to the characters, having popped up in four different renditions during this retrsopective, all of them pretty damn good, but no one tops the original. Even the two more dated bits, some latin baby and Panchito having a gun solo, somehow don’t hamper what’s otherwise an iconic moment. It’s fun, it’s fancy free, and it establishes the boys dynamic perfectly, one that as we’ve seen would last a few lifetimes and probably will last forever.

3. We Say So! (The Three Caballeros Ride Again) While Ride again is a VERY good story, it’s best moment is ironiclaly it’s end despite leaving you wanting more and more. After a fun adventure and a laugh over it being for nothing really, our friends return to Jose’s job at a night club, which his manager, who understandably has issues with Jose choosing wooing ladies over actually doing his job sometimes, only gives him back because it’s a big night but needs a big act. The first touching moment here is the fact the boys pitch in without being asked because hteir friend needs them. But the real moment is what happens after: The Triplets return from the hotel, still bemoaning as they did ealrier in the story that Donald has no friends and assume when they see him on stage and see him crash off it that he incited a riot.. only for his friends to assure him he’s a very fine fellow and they say so.. and in an instnat the boys realize donald DOES have friends.. and the best friends a duck can ask for. And after a lifetime of being spat on and barely winning.. Donald gets an unquestioned victory, stnading proudly with his friends for a packed house who still want more while his nephews look on proudly. I say so.. and what I say is that this moment is one of Rosa’s finest and one of the most touching thigns the man’s ever written.

2. This is Just Where I Came In (The Legend of the Three Caballeros) The Legend of the Three Cabs was excellent and it ended on one hell of a high. After a heck of a fight via callbacks that barely didnt’ make the list, our heroes rush in to stop Feldrake. their sorcerer nemisis, from reviving.. only for it to be too late. He’s back in full and soon warps reality around him leaving the boys hometown of the New Quackmore insitute as a series of rubble, buildings and people clinging desperatly to both floating in a hell of a starry backdrop, the only chance to stop this from happenign to the world resting in our heroes. And it’s so we catch up with where the seires began: our three heros decked out in truly awesome armor, though why Panchtio’s is roman I have no idea, fighting a giant and mosnterious felldrake and while his deisgn in that form is eh, his threat is palpable and the fight is goregous and pitch perfect.. and only gets better when we catch up, as Xandra swoops in to save htem from the cliffhanger the series started with. It only isn’t up top because of tow reasons; I like the first moment better.. and the boys do fall in a magic pool of amulet juice and emerge with powers due to a character we just meet when they do so. It’s a bit of a cop out.. but even with it being a cop out and a dues ex machina of the HIGHEST order.. it dosen’t stop it form being awesome when our heroes emerge merged with thier amulets energies, in their signutre colors and whoop felldrakes ass with a revivied Xandra’s help and then nearly reseal feldrake before his being resealed, but in Sheldgoose, resotres everything and our heroes get a WELL earned bout of praise from the town and a fancy mansion and in donald’s case a new job. A specatuclar, tense and gorgeous finale to a wonderful series.

1. Ride Em, Vaquero! (The Magificent 7 (Minus 4) Caballeros) Look I know it sounds like a bit of a downgrade to go from a battle for the fate of the world to our heroes fighting a spoiled prince and a giant anaconda just to make it out alive.. but frankly this battle is more tense, has all boys showing off even better, and has a climax so awesome even saving the unvierse with suddenly gained magic powers can’t top it. For the setting our heroes end up trapped in a lost city with the bad guy of the comic, Don Rosa’s second to last and his second of only two cabs stories, prepared to get away. But then Donald snaps, spurred on bya ll the shit he had to put up with back home,and TACKLES the fucking guy in his boat getting into one hell of a scrap. And if that wasn’t enough, what brings this to true glory is a giant Anaconda who shoed up earlier, popping up.. leading to Donald fighting our big bad.. WHILE BEING TANGLED UP IN A FUCKING PYTHON.

What truly clinches this as the best of the best for me though is Jose and Panchito’s actions, with Jose fighting the guy off off donlad, and actually having his umbrella WORK this time, and while the bad guy gets the raft from our heroes.. he falls off a cliff. So how do our heroes escape.. simple .. PANCHITO LASSOS THE FLEEING SNAKE AND THEY RIDE IT OUT AS SEEN ABOVE THROUGH A POND FULL OF DANGEROUS CREATURES WHO ALL STARE IN AWE AT THE SIGHT OR FLEE. You.. you just can’t top that. The awesomness, the teamwork, the sheer balls on panchito..i t’s all just so beauitful and sums up what the boys are about: Deft teamwork, camradire.. and doing utterly insane shit as only best friends can.

So with that.. this ride has come to an end. As I said before and will say again, it’s been fun, easily the biggest project i’ve done so far, and easily one of my faviorites. I love these guys and geninely hope we see them again real soon. So before I go, i’d like to say some thank yous. I”d like to thank ALL of the talented people involved in the making of the original film, as there are way too many to mention as it was a package movie but without you lovely and mostly deceased people we’d never have these wonderful guys. I’d like to thank Don Rosa for bringing the boys back and better than ever and beautifully so AND returning to them again. I’d like to thank Henry Gilroy and Phil Walsh, who wrote the first and second house of mouse cabs episodes for bringing the boys back to the screen, as well as series creators Robert Gainway and Tony Craig and the MASSIVE pile of storyboarders for both episode. I’d like to thank the people behind mickey and the roadster racers, while your episodes were not very good I am glad the boys got more screentime, i’d like thank Frank Angrones and Matt Youngberg for their wonderful versions of the boys and total respect to their legacy, and i’d REALLY like to thank Matt Danner for giving us a wonderful series and finally giving the boys a starring roll again.

I’d also like to thank the MANY voice actors who voiced these wonderful characters, your beautiful all of you. To Donald’s voice actors for this retrospective i’d like to thank Clarence Nash, you absolute legend may you rest in peace, Tony Anselmo, may you keep on living please god we’ve lost a lot of good people lately don’t be one of them, and even Daniel Ross, who might not be the best Donald but he’s one of only five and you can’t take that way from him.

For Jose i’d like to thank Jose Olivara, without you I don’t think we would’ve even gotten to the Cablleros as a group, Rob Paulsen, you tried your best and your still a winner in my heart, Eric Bauza, you genuinely were the best, and Bernardo Del Paula, who gave Bauza a run for his money and I hope returns in the role in the future.

And finally for Panchito we have Joaquin Grey, again wouldn’t of had the rest without you man nice job, Carlos Alarzqaui, did the job and did it well, Rob Paulsen, gave us one hell of a song, Jamie Camill, the best around no one’s ever going to keep him down, Arturo Del Purto who while I prefer jamie.. still was excellent and I wouldn’t be mad if he returned again.

And last but not least I’d like to sincerly thank @weirdkev27. These reviews have GENUINELY helped me finacially since i’ts hard for me to find a job since I cannot drive and have a disablity, and thanks to htem i’ve been able to live comfortably and thanks to you in general i’ve been able to do what I love and get paid for it. You got me to do this wonderful restrospective, have been a genine support to the blog and a treasure to work with. Thanks man, your the best. So with that, it’s time to ride off into the sunset. If the cabs get another apperance outside of ducktales, I will pick this up again... and wether it’s in a year or ten you bet your bottom peso they’ll be back. Who says so? I says so.

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