Clone
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Danny has heard about Superman's dislike for his clone,
Dead men do tell tales.
Danny grows angry with Superman,
There he was showing hate to his clone, his flesh, his blood,
Conner wasn't in the wrong,
He was just a child
He didn't ask to be created this way.
Danny hated Clark Kent
More and more with each story he heard from the ghosts around him, Danny knew what it was like to be cloned to feel that violation of his person, but he could never hate Ellie,
His clone
His cousin
His sister
His daughter
His family
She was precious to him and her being a clone would never lower the amount of love he held towards her.
So to see this hero, this adult, not give two shits about Conner?
Oh that burned
So he decided to do something about it, If Superman didn't want Conner then he would take him, show him the love and care that should have been his from the very beginning from what should have been his own family.
Danny could teach him more about Krypton than Superman could ever wish to know, show him his birthright.
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Danny & Ellie on their way to surprise adopt Conner: "New family, new family~!"
Connor: "Why do I feel like something very important is going to happen?"
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Superman feeling like he's being followed
The Krypton ghosts following him around being disappointed in him, and going back to the King to tell him all the things he's done.
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The Justice League summoning King Phantom
Danny takes one look at Superman and is ready to give him the beating of his life
Danny: "You want a deal? Sure! In return for it I want 20 minutes alone with Supes over there, no reason why!
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Danny seeing Superman after another ghost told him how bad he's been treating Conner:
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Just an Idea
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can i request eddie with a bookworm-ish shy reader? If u need a prompt: “your always reading, i just never thought you felt this way…”
you can take full creative control! I don’t really care i just wanna read about our kings <////3
This bud of love by summer’s ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet
pairing - Eddie Munson X GN!Hargrove!Reader (with hair long enough to tuck behind your ear)
summary - Resident bookworm, Y/N Hargrove, is always too caught up in a book to face their feelings for the local metalhead “freak”, until now...
notes - *still refusing to believe volume two happened* I tried giving Y/N a Shakespearean vibe, I know it’s a stereotype but also if you wanna be rude to me the block button is available. And reader is a Hargrove because I wanted to give them a stark contrast to Billy.
I hope you enjoy, Nonnie, and I’m SO sorry for taking this long to get this out! title is a quote from Act 2 Scene 1 of William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. Enjoy!
warnings - Other than a mention of Billy Hargrove’s tragic death, this is pure fluff :)
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You nervously awaited your fate as you read through the brittle pages of your novel adaptation of William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. Reading about the beautiful women and handsome men that danced the night away at masquerade balls. And reading the wonderful story about how Juliet met her Romeo as an escape from the reality that your family had been falling apart ever since that unfortunate day. July 4th 1985.
And you wished you could meet your ultimate life partner, your rock, your soulmate, somebody who could protect you from the big bad dragon that had been terrorizing your family since you and your late twin brother were born. That dragon being your father.
However, today was your chance to show your friends that you should be taken seriously, that you’re not just the girl sitting in the corner with her nose in an Oscar Wilde novel or reading melodic poetry. You would rather be known as the sister of the boy that sacrificed himself to save an entire town than that.
You stood in front of the library, anticipation coasting through your veins like waves of the ocean, a feeling of trepidation as you clasped the door handle in your grip. Should you knock?
Of course not! You’re in school!
The people in the library had been warm, inviting towards you; Nancy, studious and confident, Robin; sweet and a little wild, Dustin; courageous and kind, and Mike; reserved, and a little mean. But you would be too if your best friend almost died a more tragic death than Desdemona.
But you were looking for your knight in shining armour, and you got him; in the form of a senior in all denim and a leather jacket, chains hanging every which way, and wild, fluffy hair. And you knew you were destined to be the best of friends the moment you exchanged pleasantries.
Which is why, when you had your nose stuck in Les Mis, you didn’t notice the gaze on you. All through senior year, and it was on the last day of school before graduation when you finally noticed it. O, my dear Aphrodite, my sincerest thank you’s for my wishes coming true.
Your knight had come to sweep you off your feet, lifting you up in his strong arms, looking at you like you were his heart’s only desire. After everyone had been seated, you stood before them to give your graduation speech, and like a flower blooming in a row of bushes, a rose between many thorns, waiting to be plucked by you, was Edward Munson. Your knight. Your Mr. Darcy to Elizabeth. Your saviour from the dragon.
You smiled coyly as you spoke, your eyes selecting their place to gaze carefully, and he smiled back at you. And he cheered the loudest out of everyone when your speech had come to an end.
Your loins burned with desire as the graduation ceremony came to an end, jumping in the air when Mademoiselle Joyce Byers asked you, your knight and the two princesses, Buckley and Wheeler, to jump into the air and she snapped a photo of you with Prince Jonathan’s camera. You bit your lip in focus, and a bad habit, as Eddie wrapped his strong arms around you, engulfing you in the fabric of his blue graduation gown.
Eddie. Beautiful, handsome Edward. Your perfect man had been plucked from the pages of your novel and dropped into Hawkins 20 years ago, and it was only now that the universe had let you get a crystal clear look at him.
Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as he pulled away, pressing a kiss of adoration to the centre of your forehead like they do in movies and books. “Told you this year was my year, Hargrove.”
The man standing before you would love you with the passion of Rhett, and would be as devoted to you as Heathcliff to Kathy, and would obsess over you more than Michael Wheeler was over William Byers. You would be Eddie’s. Forever and ever, you decided.
His big brown eyes sparkled in the bright sunlight that beamed down on the school grounds.
“Eddie, I…” You blurted out. Now what in great heavens were you going to say after that? You didn’t know.
You clutched his waist, and he gifted your forehead with another soft kiss while you both twirled around, his hands on your waist. “We did it! We graduated, Hargrove!”
The smile on his face had been nothing you’d seen before, never seeing him this ecstatic in your two years of knowing him. “Only took you two years, Munson.”
“Hey!” He laughed, and oh what a sound for sore ears. “I was trying!”
“What happened to you flipping Higgins the bird? And what happened to you taking my hand and running out of here and never looking back?”
“We can still do that,” he said, and in an instant you were thrown over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, and he carried you down the aisle.
If only you were donning a wedding dress at that moment.
“Everything okay, sweetheart?” He asked, noticing your discomfort when he put you down outside the school grounds, taking your hand in his.
“I feel like today I was forced to confront some hidden… feelings…” you trailed off.
He took your chin in two of his fingers and slowly forced you to look him dead in the eye, his long, pretty eyelashes fluttering as he blinked.
“Hidden feelings? You don’t… You don’t like me, do you? Like… Uh… Do you like me?”
“Yes, and I have for a long time now. Since that day in the library when you came in to ask Mike about Lucas’ whereabouts as the basketball championship had started.”
He blinked at you, stunned. How could such a beautiful girl like the freak of Hawkins? Well, you know what they say; Never judge a book by its cover.
“You’re always reading! I never thought you would feel this way… Too busy falling in love with the characters in your books. And why would you like me like that anyways? You don’t— You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“I’m not! I love you, Edward Munson!”
“What? But why would you ever—“ He began, but you cut him off, coiling your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you as your lips met his in a deep kiss.
As he spun you around, you blocked out the sounds of the kids’ fake gagging, and you could feel Robin and Steve smiling like proud workers for Murray “Cupid” Bauman.
Butterflies kissed the inside of your stomach as Eddie tucked a wayward strand of your hair behind your ear, leaning back in to pepper your face with soft, sweet kisses.
“I” kiss “love” kiss “you” kiss “too” kiss “,Hargrove.”
Kiss.
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