* 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 : 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒. ( accepting. )
@bbysittr said: “ you’re not doing this alone. “
ever since dustin and eddie were chosen to be the bait for the demobats, she’s been following him around while pointing out all the ways she could be helpful. now, eddie wouldn’t call what she’s doing nagging, because he understands the reason behind it. maybe she think she’s outsmarted him, but she had done the same thing to steve before switching to robin and then finally munson himself. unlike the others, eddie hasn’t stopped preparing for the upcoming battle --- if anything, he’s moving faster and trying his best to stay focused on...anything but wendy’s what if’s. one thing he’s noticed about himself and his odd, sweet friendship with her is that she’s persistent, annoyingly so to anyone that isn’t aware about the why.
she trails close behind him, like a puppy nipping at ankles and without a word uttered out his mouth yet, he’s grabbing her by the wrist and tugging her behind the winnebago. harrington is going to probably inquire about it later, but he should be used to them...being...weird around each other on a daily basis. once they’re away from prying eyes, eddie lets go and presses his back to the cold, hard metal. it’s silent, munson’s stare boring into her as if he’s asking a question telepathically. when his lack of mutant powers fail, he scrubs a dirty hand over his face and groans. god, why is this so damn difficult? why did she have to care this much?
you’re not doing this alone, she states matter-of-factly and eddie almost barks out a laugh. almost, because now is not the time to giggle at her stating the obvious. ❝ you do realize i’ve got henderson looking out for me and vice versa, right? big hair harrington himself is leading us into mordor valiantly, so yeah no, i’m not doing this alone. i wouldn’t be going if it was an eddie solo tour to the upside down. vecna definitely does not deserve a private concert. ❞ they share one of those soft, light laughs where for a second, the world isn’t spinning wildly and they aren’t pretending like this is the last moment they’ll share together.
he hates the way she cave in on herself afterwards, like she’s in mourning already. and he double hates how he can’t shake the nerves and anxiety within his own body. she doesn’t see how he trembles like a leaf, a mixture of the chilly morning air and an active imagination. but what good would it do if they both shared one brain cell now? ❝ i want --- tsk, i need you to stay here, just this once, okay? ❞ eddie lifts his head, peers around the back of the rv to stare at the closest sight of a real, functional family he’s ever had. ❝ red, sinclair, and lady applejack need someone to look out for them because shits gonna get real and they’re gonna need at least one shepherd watching their backs. and that’s you, wendy. i wouldn’t dare entrust my flock to a damsel in distress, you know this. ❞ he confides quietly, eyes trailing back to the blonde standing before him. hands reach out, seeking wendy’s own and he laces their fingers, squeezing repeatedly to remind himself that he wouldn’t lose her, either. eddie will never admit how much he cares about her aloud, but his actions are pretty rambunctious. ❝ hey, when this is all over, how about i show you what i’ve been working on this friday at the hideout? we can grab a pizza after and watch godzilla. ❞ it’s not a date, it’s a munson promise.
