#i thought eddie would pass out but like he barely got a scratch lol he's good enough to drive?! oh he's gonna violate so many traffic rules

[spiderblog-mcu]

Billy finds you walking home at night, covered in bruises and crying.

TW: domestic abuse, blood

Edit: probably should specify that this is an afab piece. I didn’t realize how many Billyxmale!reader fics there were lol

Author note: I wrote this after 3 dry martinis so dont expect surprime quality lol

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU?! WHAT DID I FUCKING TELL YOU?!” A fist came flying at you but landed on the wall next to your head. Blood had already dripped from your nose and your left cheek was blooming a fresh bruise. “YOU DON’T FUCKING TALK TO OTHER GUYS!” Your boyfriends not a bad guy, he just loses his temper sometimes. At least thats what you always told yourself…but it’s never been this bad. His hand snatches your throat and he stands a mere inch from your face. “You’re gonna walk home, and you’re gonna think long and hard about how no one is ever gonna put up with you the way I do.” A final slap rips across your swollen cheek sending you to the floor. He spits on you and walks away. You scramble to your feet the second you find the strength and bolt out of there as fast as your legs could take you. Down the road, passed all of the suburban houses, away from the beautiful house you will most certainly see in your nightmares.

———

By the time you reach the edge of rural Hawkins your pace has shown to a trudge. Every part of you is numb. But you know that come tomorrow morning John would shower you with affection, tell you how much he regrets what he did. It’s a horrible cycle, but you kept taking him back, hoping that one day maybe he might change.

It’s chilly now, and you don’t have a jacket. Truthfully you don’t know why you even came here. Eddie isn’t home and you’d rather not have to explain to Wayne what happened. A car races past you, sending a splash of water over your legs. The breaks slam on and it backs up towards you. You can see it now, a shiny red Camero. Oh no, please don’t let it be-

“Y/l/n?” Yup. Billy Hargrove. A blue eyed beauty with horns and a tail. “What are you doing out here?” Just ignore him y/n, keep walking. “Hey I’m talking to you!” You stop and sigh.

“I’m just out for a walk.”

“In a dress with no jacket?” Fair enough, it wasn’t a convincing lie. “Get in.”

“I’m not interested in sex Hargrove.”

“Actually I was going to drop you off at your house but if you much prefer freezing then be my guest.” He leans back to the steering wheel to drive away.

“Wait!” You call. “I’ll..take a ride.” You slide in and buckle up with his gaze on you the entire time.

“Who’d you pick a fight with?” He snorts. Of course he thinks it’s funny.

“Just drive.” Tears well up in your eyes. Billy doesn’t question it and takes off down the road, back to the suburbs. It’s hard to not cry. Impossible actually. You cup your hand over your mouth but the whimpers are audible. The car makes a hard right into a gas station parking lot and Billy takes out the key.

“Alright I don’t know what happened but even I don’t like pretty girls crying in my car so I’m going to light a cig and you’re going to get all of that out, outside. Capieesh?” You don’t fight back and fling the door open. Outside your sob are aloud and shake your body. Billy blows out the smoke and turns up the radio. He doesn’t want to hear the crying. At least he thought. What if people think he did that to you? Fuck. He’s got no choice but to be nice now. Rolling his eyes he steps out into the air and takes another draw. Getting closer he can see some of the damage to your body. A big yellow bruise covers your right calf, and a claw like scratch peaks out from the shoulder strap of your dress. “I can try to help if you tell me what happened.”

“Why do you even care?!” You yell in frustration. Your damage face is in full view to him, the light from the street lamps make your bruise look dark. “Why does Billy Hargrove give a fuck about some girl her barely knows?”

“Hey I might be a jackass but I do have the capacity to be nice sometimes!” He retaliates. Your blood boils.

“You boys are all the same. You and John.” Billy’s harden expression drops a fraction.

“Your stupid boyfriend did this to you?”

“Does it matter?” He doesn’t answer. Instead he raises the cigarette to his lips but stops. Pondering for a second, he flicks it to the ground and scratches the back of his head.

“Just…let me take you home.” You stay quiet. “Please?”

“Ok.”

———

The engine rumbles to a stop when he pulls into your drive way. Your parents are still awake, evident by the lights and the figure of your father standing in the window.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” You unclip your belt and get out, about to shut the door. “Hey y/n?” You look back in. “Maybe dump that guy.”

“Easier said than done.” He purses his lips together and nods. “Good night Billy.”

“Good night.”

The conversation with you parents wasn’t nice, neither was explaining to them that Billy was the innocent one. But what really surprised you was the gossip at school that Monday.

Did you hear what happened to John? Max’s step brother put him in the hospital with a broken jaw.

Yeah I heard. Hargrove is a real piece of shit.

Sometimes, you thought, but even Billy has his moments.

[gaspbrat]

Tiny Revolutions

Hey!! My first reddie fic//series!!

Summary: Sonia Kaspbrak raised a wonderful, loving son that was always docile, respectful and receptive son. That was until he finally found a conscience of his own in the form of a tall neglected boy he considered a complete pain in his ass.

warnings: devils lettuce and thats it… they're like 17/18 lol

Wc: 2317

(this is just like an intro for everything else to come pretty much,, i hope its okay! :) )

1 》

Six weeks into the summer before senior year, little Eddie Kaspbrak popped out of his bubble for the second time in his life. His mother was suffocating him with questions and expectations and something in his little Eddie-bear mind snapped. He finally decided it was time to do something that was long overdue.

Twelve years overdue.

He screamed some final obscene thing through the doorway as he slammed it with enough force to rattle the panes around it. A small part of him wished they had just broken right then and there but he was glad they didn’t. It would be hazardous for his mom to pick up. He stopped.

There he was thinking about safety, of all fucking things. Things that she shoved down his throat.

He put on his hood before shoving his hands into the dark maroon hoodie he was swimming in. He jumped down the steps in front of his house to his bike that was propped at the curb ready to help him escape. Only Eddie didn’t know where to yet. He just knew he wanted to forget.

He needed to forget and relax as soon as possible, as quickly as possible.

There was only one person he knew other than Beverly that could solve his problem. So he pedaled as fast as he could to the Tozier residence.

About a quarter block away from the house Eddie already smelled that sour skunky smell he recognized so well now. He found the source minutes later, sitting in his window sill one chuck swinging in the wind while he took drags off of a spliff. It would have been a great picture, had he not been in only his chucks and dark blue boxers.

Nah, it’d still be a good picture, He corrected himself.

“Oh, Hey Eds! My favorite piece of ass!” Richie shouted down at his visitor with his hands outstretched in welcome, a huge cheesy grin on his face.

Eddie immediately got flustered and checked around to see if anybody could hear this dumbass screaming.

“Would you shut up and let me in already?”

“Yea, just a sec.” He took the last drag off his spliff before flicking it into the yard and moving back into his room to unlock his front door.

Eddie rounded the house to find Richie with- what hell is that? A toothpick?

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” The lanky, still shirtless Richie asked him, grinning.

Eddie’s smile faltered.

“About that um,” he twisted his sleeves together.

“Can we use your bong?” Eddie asked, barely saying the last word.

“My what?!” Richie shouted disbelief but also he just wanted to make him as flustered as possible.

“Bong! I said bong, you fuckin’ heard me asshole.” he said as he just shoved an amused Richie back into the house.

About twelve minutes later they were onto their second bowl of the evening. Richie had stuffed a sheet under the door and covered his vent to make the perfect hotbox while Eddie scanned Richie’s shelf for his favorite mix tape. When everything was ready they finally settled into the makeshift seat on the window, leaving enough room so they could watch the upcoming sunset together with Richie’s bong sitting between them.

“Thanks,” Eddie hissed as he sucked air in after his hit before exhaling fully.

“I really needed this.” he admitted, passing Richie the piece.

“Any time, don’t mention it.” he spoke almost into the neck as he lit the bowl.

“My moms being such a fuckin’ pain and I just couldn’t take anymore of her bullshit.” Eddie said as he excused himself to get some snacks out of his very full backpack in the corner.

Richie expected there to be clothes for probably more than one night shoved in there under all his munchie foods. He knew this refugee situation far too well.

“Okay, so my plan is,” Eddie said around an oreo with his hands in the air as he sat back down with the pack of cookies.

Richie was focusing on him intently, waiting for Eddie to finish.

“To not come home for a mon-“

“I’m in.” he said.

Eddie shook his head in disbelief.

“What?”

“Do you not remember that month and a half I practically lived at your house?”

Eddie was instantly reminded of the time Richie had climbed through his window at four in the fucking morning with three bruises and a black eye. His father and him had gotten in a fight that night but it always ended the same, he realized.

Pushing led to shoving and shoving led to Richie seeking refuge in the quiet kaspbrak house with his head resting in Eddie’s lap. He remembered combing his hair, singing to him softly and drowsily.

They ended up waking up like that, too.

Richie had been thinking about that exact night when he realized he finally could repay Eddie for all those times he had woken him in the middle of the night with his ongoing list of personal problems.

“You can spend the rest of the summer with me Spagheds, don’t you worry bout a thing.” he slung an arm around him as the smaller boy leaned into his side.

“Thanks Richie.”

In that moment, Eddie decided he would fight his overprotective mommy by just blatantly blowing her off for the duration of the summer, spending that time next to the person she probably despised the most out of his friends. No calls. No worries. No pressure.

And that’s also how he ended up spending his last Derry high school summer in the arms of his very best friend as much as the other would allow it; which was constantly.

But they weren’t dating.

Even if they spent their time together twenty-four-seven, they were not dating.

At least Richie couldn’t say they were dating, they hadn’t even really kissed yet. Well not since that time they played seven seconds in heaven when they were 14 but that didn’t really count.

He was going to take this miracle of a month to find out exactly what this was. Even if that meant harboring his friend in his empty house while he silently rebelled against his own mother. He would be there for him, always. Whether or not Eddie liked him in that way or not.

The following week Richie helped push the wardrobe in front of Eddie’s door when Sonia finally found that skeleton key he thought Eddie broke last Sunday.

Eddie snapped that thing years ago, however.

She just had copies. So many copies.

Even with that wardrobe in front of the door Eddie knew she would still somehow manage to get in.

It’s because they’re both the same size, Eds.

He would punch Richie for that later.

Anyways, Eddie would only use his room that month sparingly for the sake of his own hygiene because he was for damn sure not going to shower at Richie’s. So just  like every other night before his mom came home from errands, Eddie was in the shower rinsing out his hair. The shampoo he bought smelled like honey and always relaxed him somehow. That was until he heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Eddie froze.

Fuck, oh fucking, fuck..

He had exactly ninety-six seconds,(he used to count time when he was younger, always staring at his watch) until she would be at his door.

Fifteen minutes later he was at the base of the tree outside of Richie’s window with his hair still wet wearing some gym shorts and a hoodie he found. He threw rocks at the window like he had heard countless nights but he guessed someone wasn’t able to hear him. He sighed dejectedly as he prepared to scale the tree.

What if he’s not even here? He thought as he struggled from one branch to the next, wondering how Richie did this all the time. Then he remembered that Richie was a full seven inches taller than him still since Eddie had only grown like two inches after eighth grade.

“Ah, fucking, shit. Come on.” he huffed as the bark from the tree started to leave scrapes on his knees. Shorts had probably not been the best option for this but he had been in a hurry, okay?

About three feet away in his room, Richie was listening to some mixtape of his on his walkman while he was sprawled across his bed elbow deep in a family sized bag of cheetos oblivious to the boy who was quite literally wrestling the tree outside.

Then he heard a muffled grunt in the silence between songs and tore off his headphones.

What the fu-

“Richie!”

Surprise, surprise.

“Richie! I know you’re there, get the fuck out here and help me!!”

“Uh, sorry! Nobody’s home, please leave a message after the beep. Beep!” he yelled from his comfortable position on his bed, crunching on more cheetos.

“BEEP FUCKING BEEP, RICHIE I AM GOING TO PIERCE ..AN… ORGAN!” he screamed.

Fingers crossed.

Beyond amused he got off of his bed and opened the window to find Eddie hugging the trunk of the tree, hair strewn all about with leaves stuck to it, wearing shorts. In a tree. Shorts. He didn’t even have to look at his bare knees to see the bark burn on them.

“Jesus, Eds, you ever climb a tree before?” he teased him as he stood behind the window, laughing hysterically.

“Shut up.” Eddie was trying to focus on balancing on the last branch that reached his window when he started to lose his footing near the end of the branch and had to helicopter his arms.

“Oh shit oh fuck!”

Richie watched Eddie grab the window sill seconds before he would have likely fallen to the branch not even a foot below.

Eddie was kind of dramatic like that.

“Sorry, can’t help yo-” he started to say with his back to the window but was interrupted by Eddie clamoring in through the window quickly and collapsing on the floor with a loud thud.

Richie wasn’t sure how but Eddie had gotten so many cuts and scratches from climbing just now he really did wonder if he had ever climbed one before.

“Fuck, oh my GOD, I almost died.” Eddie wheezed.

“No you didn’t.” he chuckled.

Richie stepped over to Eddie and pulled the smaller, now damaged boy up to him by his backpack; brushing him off slightly.

“Look at me! Look at all these scrapes!” he gestured to his legs and hands.

“That’s what you get for wearing those tiny shorts.” Richie said as he tugged at the hem of the shorts. Eddie took off his backpack and set it next to the bedpost, rolling his eyes.

“Shut up asshat, if you hadn’t been blasting that garbage you might have actually heard the rocks I threw and I wouldn’t be all scraped the fuck up! That tree’s probably filthy, too.” Eddie spat back with a grimace as he shoved past Richie and sat on the edge of his bed, opening his fanny pack to dress his “wounds".

Richie smirked as he sat next to him, thigh to thigh, to watch the little hypochondriac carefully clean and cover his maybe two layer deep scrapes with his tongue poking out from his lips in concentration.

“Why were you in such a hurry anyway?” Richie asked as he ruffled his wet hair before wiping his now damp hand on his own pants.

“My mom came home earlier than I thought so I had to get out so fucking quick.” he said not taking his eyes off of his knees.

“Okay,” Eddie stood up finally, taking his now slightly dirty hoodie and throwing it onto his backpack next to the bed. “You owe me for all this shit anyway so let’s go-”

Eddie was halted by Richie’s finger over his mouth,

“Eds, I know you’re excited to see me, your shorts shrunk about a size,”

Eddie rolled his eyes in complete annoyance with Richie’s finger still on his lips.

“But listen,” Richie placed a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, “If we’re gonna do this whole, rebel with a cause thing, you’re gonna need some new clothes. You still look like you give too much of a shit.” Richie pointed at Eddie who had taken off his hoodie and was standing before him in a salmon polo.

“What do you mean?” he seemed mildly offended.

Richie spun Eddie around so they could see the contrast between them in the mirrors.

From head to toe Richie looked like any parent’s walking nightmare. Classic chucks, tie dye socks that disappeared under his cuffed black jeans with complimentary tears in the knees of course. Eddie hadn’t noticed before but his white t shirt had a pocket that said “false” in light blue letters that matched the blue in his socks. To finish the delinquent look he usually had his trusty fleece lined light blue jean jacket that was carefully adorned with pins and patches Richie had collected or received over the years.

Eddie made sure to keep note of this since Christmas was coming up anyway.

“Yea, I do look kinda like a preppy clean boy compared to you.” he shrugged with a smirk after a short while. His mom had bought him almost everything he wore. She pressured him to wear dull colors and refused to buy him anything darker than maroon unless it was for a funeral. He looked like a doormat, he had to admit.

“and we want a RAD DIRTY boy!” Richie pointed a finger gun at mirror Eddie, winking. “We’re going thrifting, Eds.”

“O-okay. Yea.” he was hesitant but nodded nervously.

“We need a before and after though.” Richie pulled out the .35mm camera he stole from Mike a couple weeks back. He was so thankful he hasn’t asked for it back yet. Especially now that he finally has something worth wasting film for. Sunsets just weren’t cutting it by themselves.

He slung his arm around Eddie and held the camera sight up to his eye. Eddie quickly fixed his hair with his comb while he tried to hide the pure joy on his face being this close to the trashmouth. The camera, however, would probably damn him for sure.