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neon-junkie · 2 years

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Why can’t this be Love? - Chpt.1

Summary: You've never really fit in, despite trying, despite being on the cheerleading team, despite awkwardly socialising with the popular crowd. It's not for you - these people aren't for you. Yet, you don't know how to escape! Do you continue following a dead end? Or finally break away?

The answer is made for you after your 'date,' a boy on the basketball team, bails on you, and uninvites you from some stupid basketball after party. Whatever, that's fine. But what's not fine is the agonisingly long walk home. Oh, in the dark, late at night!

However, your saviour finds you, and not only does he save you from walking home alone, but the conflicting feelings that you've spent the last few years with.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Cheerleader Reader

Reader Description: Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Not much detail is given about her appearance, other than she wears heavy eyeliner, and is clearly an outcast that is trying to fit in.

Word count: 1.8k

Tags: Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Slow burn, Awkward flirting, Drinking, Angst, Comfort, Generic High School Bullying, Denial of feelings, Feelings realisation.

[Chapter 2] [Read on AO3]

Notes: oh my gooddddd. EDDIE!!! AHHHHHH!!!! hes so fucking cute!!!!!!!! this man has brought me out of my writers block that i've been suffering with for MONTHS.

I haven't written anything for ST before, so sorry if anything is out of character. I also have no fucking clue how American schools work, so I'm going to avoid mentioning it at all costs. The schooling system in the UK is waaaay different!!

This is set a good couple of months before S4 starts. Fic title is inspired by a Van Halen song hehe.

Anyway, enjoy. This is gonna be a series. IDK how long it'll be, but we'll see where this freak takes us!

Chapter 1 - Curbside Collection

Boys.

Stupid boys.

Stupid boys, or specifically, a singular boy, that has bailed on you after tonight's first-of-the-year basketball game.

Really, what did you expect?

"I want to spend tonight with the guys," your date had said. "You can get a ride home with Misty, right?" he asked, referring to your friend - your friend that hadn't even come to tonight's game, considering she isn't into the sport, let alone in with the 'popular crowd.'

Not that you are, either.

Cheerleading is something that your parents pushed on you, back in Middle school, back when they thought their "darling little girl" was somewhat ordinary. Back when you hadn't discovered rock music, Lord of the Rings, and skinny jeans.

But, oh god, you would never show those things to your parents! To them, you're their perfect high grade daughter, who's excelling in her classes, and attends cheerleading training twice a week.

If only they knew.

If only they knew that you were the 'weirdo' of the bunch, the strange girl that is always shoved into the heaviest point of the cheer pyramid, carrying everyone's weight, whilst those on top get all the praise for their "fantastic tricks!"

Regardless, despite your heavy eyeliner and brooding expression, you somehow managed to catch the attention of a boy on the basketball team. It was probably a dare, which would explain why he's bailing on you now, leaving you to walk a few miles home, alone, in the dark...

Fuck!

After zipping up your jacket, you begin your soon-to-be exhausting walk home - a walk that would have been far quicker in your 'dates' car. At least it's not cold tonight; there's a slight chill to the September air, but you'll soon warm up once you get moving, and maybe when you crack open one of the few ciders in your backpack. The ciders that were meant to be saved for tonight's after party, but it seems you're uninvited...

A bottle of cider is pulled from your backpack, and once the chilled bottle comes to rest in the palm of your hand, you suddenly realise that you don't have anything to open it with. Fuck. Can God give you a break already?!

Your mind trails back to a trick you saw a few months ago, where one of the basketball lads opened a bottle using the side of the curb. You wander another street onwards before deciding to attempt that trick, wanting to be out of view of the school, and your classmates, who thankfully live in the opposite direction to you.

One knee meets the gravelled road as you crouch down, bringing the bottle of cider into position. You let out an uneasy sigh as you remember how that guy did it; he used the heel of his hand to crack the cap against the curb, and after a few attempts, the cap popped right off. Of course, he called it "easy," but after your first few attempts, the cap is definitely not budging, and your hand is slowly starting to throb with every hit.

"For fuck’s sake," you curse as you hit it one more time, desperate for the taste of lukewarm cider, a stranger that'll keep you company on your painful walk home.

One more hit, and you let out a grumble as you give up. Your head rolls back to the sky, and whilst still in cheerleader uniform, you let out a soft, "fuck," cursing God (or whatever is up there) for not letting you have a drink on the walk home.

That's when a chuckle catches your attention, and you lock sights with the last person you'd ever expect to interact with.

"Are you trying to open it? Is that what you're trying to do?" Eddie Munson asks with a cheeky smile on his lips. He's leaning against a lamp post, mere meters away from you. His arms are crossed, with one hand fiddling with the ends of his curly hair, almost as if he's nervous, but covering it up.

Eddie is, from what you've seen, a strange guy. And you don't just mean because he likes rock music, and plays D&D. Oh, no, there's something about this man that isn't quite right. Trauma? Perhaps? Shit, maybe you two have something in common.

You've never interacted, minus a brief interaction a few days ago. Your 'date' had shot him a degrading comment after passing him in the halls, and Eddie had responded with a laugh, and a comment that had you almost in tears.

"Your jeans are always so tight, Munson. No wonder your dick's so small, it must be suffocating in there," your date had sneered. A weak comment, but whatever, you just wanted to get to your next lesson, but someone was eager for a fight. It must have been his hormones acting up, or just boys being boys.

Eddie, despite being on his own, a lone wolf without the company of his misfits, had chuckled as he chalked up his reply. "Oh, he's just fine. He's a little sore right now," Eddie replied.

Your date raised his brow, and Eddie continued his comeback. "I mean, fucking your mom is a tiring chore, but someone has to do it, right? Which is why I'm able to fit in these tight jeans."

You couldn't help but laugh. A 'your mom' joke? Classic.

Your date shot you a disgusted glance, and hey, maybe that's the reason why he ditched you tonight. Maybe it's been sitting on his mind this whole time - his beloved cheerleader had giggled at a joke that the freak Munson has cast. How sensitive!

Coming back to the present, you let out a defeated, "yeah."

Eddie chuckles once more, although you know he's not laughing at you, but rather, with you. "I'm surprised your boyfriend isn't here to thirst your quench," Eddie comments with a shrug.

"Boyfriend," you scoff under your breath. "He's never been my boyfriend, especially not now."

Eddie looks genuinely sympathetic, and bridges the space between you two with a few lanky strides. "I take it you really need that drink then, huh?"

A nod is all you need. No puppy dog eyes, no heart-warming story. Eddie takes the bottle from your grasp, and pops the cap off by using one of his chunky rings, rather than the curb. He smiles as you take a large gulp, instantly feeling a buzz throughout your body, despite it being no more than 4% alcohol.

Placing the bottle down on the curb, you swing your backpack over your shoulder once more, and say, "here," as you pull out another cider, and offer it to Eddie.

"Are you sure?" Eddie questions, only to be taken back as you shove the cider into his hands.

He pops the cap off his own cider, and grins before taking a gulp. "Here," Eddie repeats as he offers you his hand, pulling you up from your awkward gremlin pose, now with an open bottle of cider in your hand. Your backpack is slung over your shoulders, and a small gust of wind follows the movement, dancing along the hemline of your skirt - a minor movement, but you're certain Eddie's eyes trailed down there before meeting yours.

"So..." Eddie groans. "Do I dare ask where your 'not boyfriend' is?"

"Probably at the after party. I dunno," you shrug.

Eddie's thumb reassuringly rubs over the back of your knuckles, and only then do both of you realise that your hand is still in his. You both break away, begrudgingly, but hey, maybe it's for the best? The freak holding hands with the weirdo cheerleader is a rumour that'd spread like hot fire around the school, and you don't fancy dealing with the backlash.

"Woah, hang on," Eddie nervously laughs as he raises his spare hand. "You mean, you've been uninvited to the after party? Or are you refusing to attend?"

"Your first assumption was right," you shrug, and take a swig from your drink. "Well, I think I was?"

Eddie remains quiet, but raises both brows with a gesture that silently reads, 'go on.'

After grumbling, you begin explaining. "I don't know what happened. Tonight was normal, or as normal as it can be. I was cheering, and he was playing basketball, but as soon as the game was over, he approached me, and said that he wanted to spend tonight with his friends..."

Eddie nods softly, listening to you ramble, using him like a therapist, still standing on your lonesome on the side of the road.

"...His friends were in the background, and they were... laughing. I just accepted it and left. When I went to change out of my uniform, the other girls were also laughing, so I didn't bother changing. I just grabbed my bag and left."

Your eyes focus on the floor as you let out a sigh, your shoulders slumping as disappointment takes over, and there's faint tears brewing in the corner of your eyes. Despite not being able to see Eddie's expression, you can feel sympathy radiating from him, and in a wild daydream, you'd throw yourself into his arms in hopes of finding comfort.

Little do you know, Eddie would happily comfort you.

"So..." Eddie heavily exhales, bringing your attention back to him. "Let me walk you home, then."

Your expression softens, no longer casting an imaginary scowl at your ex-not-boyfriend. Eddie Munson, the freak, has not only helped you open your cider, and listened to your therapy worthy rant, but also wants to walk you home?!

Obviously, you're going to accept his kind gesture. Being a woman has waaaaay too many flaws, and walking home alone is one of the main ones. Having Eddie there almost eliminates that target, even if Eddie is lanky, and only fights using the roll of a dice.

However, what is going to come of this if someone sees you two? A cheerleader and a freak, walking home together, joint ciders in hand. Fuck, both of you are going to get it in the neck, and probably from the same bunch of people. Social circles aren't meant to cross, especially opposite ones, but you've never really fit into the 'popular' squad.

"You're more than welcome to say 'no,'" Eddie sheepishly comments, his eyes trailing from yours to focus on his cider instead.

Shit. You moron! You haven't even responded!

"No. I mean, yes! I'd love for you to walk me home, but do you live this way? I don't want you going out of your way to-"

"-Yeah," Eddie cuts you off. "Sure, I live this way," he shrugs.

Ugh, he's lying!! However, you don't fancy rejecting his offer - not only is it a bonus to walk home with someone, but he's also so... interesting. Entreating. Perhaps even... cute? With that curly, untamed hair, and his lanky frame that reminds you of a baby deer attempting to walk for the first time.

"Come on, Princess," Eddie says with a light laugh as he takes a few strides forwards, practically bouncing on his heels with excitement. "Let's get you home!"

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#strangerwriting #stranger things #why cant this be love #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #female reader #f!reader #fem reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things s4

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axquiva · 1 year

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Rating the gayness of Mike Wheeler's Outfits:

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The Hellfire Top

Solid 6.2/10. Nothing too openly homosexual about it but it is from a Dnd club ran by a metal head and also Mike wears skinny jeans with this shirt.

The Denim Jacket

10/10. Literally blue with a yellow top and a green backpack strap (what do blue and yellow, THE BYLER COLORS make when mixed?? Green) But also this outfit just gives off gay vibes in general.

The S4 Fit:

???/10 Sorry I can't concentrate on the outfit because of how homosexualy Mike is looking at Will. The love is Blinding me.

The Airport...Thing

34/10. Back at it with the blue and yellow. Not to mention the sunglasses to hide the fact he's checking out Will (we all know bud) But also this is almost the exact same outfit my gay uncle wore on vacation a while back.

That's all that you for your time

#pt 2 with Will???#byler #stranger things #mike wheeler

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maddwich · 2 years

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Summer Lovin' (Eddie x Reader)

Desc; Eddie Munson and y/n have been friends forever, but how long can they be just that for?

Fem reader! This also takes place before s4! 1.4k words

No warnings! Just fluff! Pining, cutesy almost romance, friends-to-lovers, the whole shebang (Not the whole shebang it's unfinished.. might make a pt 2)

“Holy shit it’s hot out here!” Eddie groaned, of course the fact he was wearing his denim vest, his hair down, and black skinny jeans didn’t help with the summer heat.

“Well, Eds, it is July. And 80 degrees. And-” You couldn’t help but to stop to take a sip of your water bottle, though the warm water didn’t help all that much. “God, you’re right. It’s hot. So, so hot.” Eddie smirked from his spot on the grass, basking in both his victory and the sun.

He was the same Eddie Munson you had always known. Dramatic, cocky, and the sweetest guy to ever waltz into Hawkins. You couldn’t help but just gaze at him, to observe as he got lost in his own mind. Resting on the palms of his hands, and about as spread out as his jeans would allow, he looked content. Perfectly happy with his own thoughts as company. You had to wonder what was in that boy’s brain, what kept him so occupied in there?

“Like what you see?” Eddie asked, snapping you out of your own daze. “Shut up, Munson. Not like there’s a whole lot else to look at.” You retorted, and he smiled. “Well, I can’t disagree with you there. This place is a shithole.” Nodding, you glance around you. Not very scenic, that’s for sure. The park wasn’t horrible per se, just mistreated. Beer cans littered the benches around you both, and for every can you could see there were at least three cigarette butts. You and Eddie were able to find a decent area on the ground and sit, which was nice. Just you and him today. A not-so-rare occasion, but enjoyable nonetheless. You smiled to yourself, happy that no matter what, it was the two of you against the world. Always had been, always would be. Looking over to where he was sitting, you found he was already looking at you.

“What’s on that mind of yours, princess?” He beckoned you closer, “That’s quite a smile you’re owning.” You rolled your eyes, and inched over to him.

“Oh nothing but the usual, satanism, animal sacrifice, ritualistic murders.” You answered dreamily, earning a bark of laughter from Eddie. He sighed, and decided to lay down on the dry grass beneath him. You could already hear the complaints about twigs in his hair later.

“What are we gonna do?” He asked, staring not at you, but at the blue sky above you both, cascading into light oranges and purple hues. Almost as pretty as him.

“Today? I figured just hangout here, then weren’t we going back to yours and Gareth and Jeff were coming? Unless you wanna be alone?”

“No, no. I want you here. I just mean, once we graduate. Like when we move from Hawkin’s High School delinquents to Hawkins working class adults?”

You looked over at him, his eyes still trained on the sky above. The sun began to set. Your heart began to thump. He was simply beautiful. Even when he didn’t care, hell, especially when he didn’t care. You opened your mouth to answer, and felt any words you could’ve imagined saying dissipate when his eyes met yours. Waiting for acknowledgement. Wanting an answer. You swallowed your nerves and spit out your thoughts.

“Well, I guess I figured I’d go to college. But maybe not. Maybe move away if nothing’s keeping me here by then.” He nodded at you, and you scooted to lie down to the spot next to him. “Nothing keeping you here?” He questioned, and moved you to the crook of his arm. Your stomach whirled, it was clear he thought nothing of it, but that was the beauty of Eddie. His thoughtless kindness. You tilted your head up to him, and found he was still focused on you. More butterflies. You couldn’t suppress a smile, and nor did he. “I just mean I'm not close with my family, and most of our friends plan on leaving here too. So if nothing’s keeping me, why stay?” He sighed, and nodded. “I suppose that makes sense. This is a crappy little town. Just promise me you’re not gonna run off without me?” He smiled, and leaned his head on the top of yours. The anxiety in your stomach were almost painful, swarming less like butterflies, and more like vultures. But you had to ignore them, what other choice was there? “I swear, Munson. Wherever I go, you’re coming with, willingly or by force.” You smirked, and he only nodded, ruffling your hair slightly. “But, uh. What’re you going to do? After we graduate I mean.” You questioned, and saw his chest rise and fall in the Slayer tee you’d bought him. By pure luck, it seemed to fit him in all the right places.

“Well, y/n, I’m not sure college is gonna work for me,” He chuckled, “But I’ll find a job, and a house, and we’ll get married-” You cut him off.

“We’ll get married?”

Eddie coughed, clearing his throat “...I believe you have to propose before suggesting plans like that, Mrs. Munson.” He teased, and you felt your face grow hot. You felt Eddie look down at you and let out a light laugh. You couldn’t help but cover your tomato face with your hands.

“You said that! I was questioning what you said!!” You defended yourself, but alas, he already had you. And he certainly wasn’t letting this go.

“Oh, poor Mrs. Munson. How is our marriage EVER going to survive if you get flustered whenever I mess with you?” He moved his arm as he sat up, and smirked as he took hold of your hands so they would come off your face. You noticed a glint in his eye as he let go of your hands and sprung up. You began to sit up, whilst Eddie was already on his feet. Before you even got the chance to stand, he whisked you into his arms. Easily lifting you into a bridal carry and spinning with you in his arms.

Your thrashing in his arms proved useless, and Eddie only appeared to be having the time of his life.

“Heeereeee comess the brideee~”

“Eddie! Set me down!” You giggled at his absurdity. He continued with his singing, only this time he started off toward his trailer.

“Allll dressedd in whiiiiiteeee~” He only continued, as you both came closer to the trailer park.

“I don’t knowww the rest of the lyricccss~” You softly shushed him, and pointed. The sky was sprinkled with stars. Eddie stopped in his tracks and looked up, and then looked down. You were in his arms, peacefully, having since given up on getting out of his grasp. The way you read the stars, like you knew what they wanted, or maybe you knew why they were there, it utterly fascinated him. Eddie began walking again, back to the trailer, and your eyes stayed on the beginning night sky. His eyes remained on you. He got to his door, and managed to open it without dropping you. You let out a small woop at his feat, and as he scoffed a smile rebloomed on his face.

“Alright gorgeous, we have arrived back to my humble abode. What’s on the agenda?”

“Putting me down?”

“Oh, right.” You both laughed, and he gently set your legs down. Or, not so gently. Immediately after being put back on even ground, you toppled over. Over, being onto a distracted Eddie. You came crashing onto him, and he went straight to the floor. The both of you landed with a singular crash!

You quickly looked up from the…compromising position you two were in. You were laying on him, and in the confusion of the fall, he grabbed onto you. His hands? Your hips. Your hips? His hips. You scurried to sit up, which then put you in possibly a worse position. You were straddling Eddie Munson, on his floor, moments before your guy’s friends were supposed to be there.

But to make matters worse? Eddie hadn’t moved.

You hadn’t moved.

His hands were still on your hips.

Your hands were on his chest.

His eyes locked on yours.

You both sat there for a moment, heart pounding out of your chest. Both of your breaths had become slightly shaky. Both dared the other to look away. A challenge to break the moment. To make it a memory.

But it wasn’t either of you who broke the contact or silence.

It was Gareth and Jeff, knocking anxiously on the door.

This was going to be a long night.

pt.2

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie my beloved #joseph quinn #munson #eddie x you #eddie x fem!reader

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eddiesmxse · 2 years

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Savior - Eddie Munson x Reader pt2

Masterlist Pt1

Warnings || Cursing, mentions of drugs, mention of a dead character, slight bickering between the reader and a traumatized ™ eddie…lazily written s4 Plot (gonna have to look up the script anyway but don’t think it’s gonna be spot on hehehe), Not much happening this part unless I just keep writing and writing okay lemme stop. Enjoy! 🫶🏾

He wouldn’t stop shaking. He couldn’t stop shaking. Here he was, scared shitless with you, you a few meters away. Ready to give him a tight hug or a let him cry in your lap. This was so insane he couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Hours ago you made the declaration of never tutoring or seeing him and although one of those he didn’t like … here you were. Wait. Why were you here? Why did you come to his trailer that late? And in your work uniform, which he noticed after sobbing his eyes out. The tight blue shirt with red sleeves hugging your chest and your black skinny jeans tight around your legs.

“Why were you there?” He questions quietly, lifting his head from your lap.

“Hm?” You mumble, looking up from the spot of the floor you were spacing out to.

“Why were you at my trailer?” He questioned again, sniffling and wiping his eyes so they were rid of tears.

“Oh uh- well I was coming to take back what I said. At lunch. I know we have our differences but everyone should be able to graduate, so I want to help tutor you” You give him a tight lipped smile, trying to be as nice as possible. You figured entertaining this conversation would keep him occupied but unfortunately you’ve used up a good amount of your nice points to comfort this man and you were starting to run out.

“Really? You’re gonna help me?” He says a little louder, sitting up straight. “No bullshitting?”

“Nope. None. I know you don’t wanna be in highschool anymore so of course I’ll help you. But that’s it, nothing else” You finish, crossing your arms and sitting back.

“Thank you, really it means a lot. Thank you.” He repeats himself, sitting back on the couch and crossing his feet, stretching his legs out.

“Are you feeling better?” You say softly, glancing over to him.

“A little” He mumbles weakly, picking at the skin of his fingernails. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine, just trying to figure out how I’m gonna get back to my car and back home before my mom starts calling around Hawkins like she’s crazy” You exasperated, standing up and rubbing your temples, closing your eyes for a second.

“Didn’t you have a Date?” Eddie speaks up again. First of all .. that was out of nowhere and second of all, what lie can you possibly tell to get him off your back. You definitely weren’t going to tell him the thought of him invaded your entire head and made you bail on the date. So you decided you weren’t going to lie but instead, avoid the question.

“Eddie I really think we should go to the cops. We both can’t stay here-”

“I’m not going to the cops Y/N. They’re going to blame me and I don’t want that. You can go. No one saw you.” He cuts you off, turning away from you a little. Feeling not so relaxed when you brought the police up.

“I can’t leave, my car is there and honestly I don’t want to go back to it- I’m a very curious person and I will most likely go into your trailer to see what happened so no” You huff, sitting back down and looking to him. “We’ll both wait here till I think of something.”

And you both waited. It’s about 2am and unfortunately you couldn’t think of a damn thing. Before you knew it, Eddie passed out from exhaustion. He had been crying for hours on end so you understood. You shortly crashed after him, body too tired from the 8-hour shift you worked and brain too fogged from the horror story eddie told. You’ll have to deal with your frantic mother later. You’re starting to realize this whole things is going to affect you too.

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“Max we need to find Eddie, now!” Dustin exclaims, getting up and heading towards his bedroom door.

“Wait! There’s something else” Max started, shifting from foot to foot. “When Eddie ran out of his trailer there was some girl standing outside, they hugged- well he fell into her but- that’s not the point, she drove off in Eddie’s van. she left her car”

“Wait lemme get this straight, Eddie had two girls over?” Dustin was very confused. Last he knew it Eddie had no game so for him to have Chrissy Cunningham over and someone else, something is totally wrong.

“No! She pulled up after Eddie got there I think. Like I dunno 10 minutes or so, she had one of the shirts the employee’s wear at the arcade” She adds, frowning when Dustin’s face lit up.

“Y/N! Wait- wait so if y/n was with Eddie- then she had to have gone back to get her car. Right!? Right so let’s go see if she knows where he is!” He rambles, grabbing his backpack and walking out his room.

“No! No her car is still there- she didn’t come back. She’s gotta be hiding with Eddie” following him out the room, she caught up to his side.

“Okay then that means we’re looking for two people how great-” He grumbles, thinking for a second and looking back to max with wide eyes. “Oh shit- oh shit oh shit shit shit” running out the house, dismissing his mom off, with a very confused and agitated max on his heels.

“What are you saying oh shit for?! Spit it out!!!” She yells, pulling dustin back by his backpack.

“If Eddie’s name is with the cops, so is y/n’s, her car is there! This is very bad, COME ON” He yells, running to his bike, max already taking off on her skateboard.

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You were getting tired of sitting around. Eddie was still asleep when you woke up and you were getting nervous. This was getting you nowhere and you were now positive your mom was going crazy. How the hell were you going to explain this? What even is there to explain?! Eddie’s story might be true but come on, no one in this dumbass town is going to believe that. And how was this happening again? First it was Nancy Wheeler’s best friend, Bob Newman who sometimes came and fixed the cameras in the arcade. Your fellow peers, who weren’t really your peers but it was still odd seeing “Remember us” poster’s around and annoying ass Jason Carver giving speeches at every recent pep rally. The saddest one, well sad for you…was possibly Chief Jim Hopper.

You used to help him around the precinct, not to fight crime or any of that bullshit but to help Flo with answering phones and such … in return get free donuts and attendance notes to get out of school. Hopper was a great man, he took you in after the tragic passing of your dad. Cared for you when your mother was to overcome by grief. You would be lying if you said you didn’t cry when you heard the news. Something just wasn’t right with Hawkins and you couldn’t wait for the day you got out of there. Now you could possibly leave Hawkins pretty soon … in the not-so-alive way. God you have got to find a way out of this.

You were too distracted by your thoughts to notice a groggy Eddie waking up and stretching. He was not too happy about sleeping on this busted ass couch. Not that his mattress is any better, but at least his bed had the perfect firmness he needed. He was having all kinds of kinks in his back. He groaning and exaggerated stretches caught your attention.

“Morning Eddie” You greet, turning to him slightly. “Feeling better?

“No. My back hurts and I just watched a girl die right in front of me” He says flatly, sitting up a little and rubbing the sleep out of his eye.

“I think I should go find some help. I could go get Dustin- or Mike!” You start, trying to think of some kind of plan instead of sitting around.

“Mike is in California and I’m pretty sure Dustin wouldn’t care where I was because he just saw me. He probably doesn’t even think I’m missing!” He exclaims, stand up and starting to pace.

“They probably think I’m crazy…they’re gonna hate me- they’re gonna pin this on me because I’m the fucking ‘freak of hawkin’s high’ … Eddie Munson goes off the rails killing Sweet Innocent cheerleader due to dungeons and dragons” He mega rambles, panicking- pacing faster after every sentence. He didn’t catch you getting up and flinched a little when he felt you grab his shoulders from pacing and turn him to you.

“Hey, you need to keep it together okay? I can’t have you freaking out on me. You’re right, they probably don’t know you’re missing but that’s a good thing, the cops don’t give out information, aka, suspects for cases until they’re certain you’re the guy. I can leave your van and start walking till I get to my friend’s house- she lives not too far from here and I can ask her for some hel-" You were cut off when you heard the gravel outside the house crack. Soon enough you started hearing voices and doors closing and you grabbed Eddie’s hand in an instant.

You dragged both of you out the back of the house and into the boat house a few yard behind the house.

“Think your plan’ll work out now? Hm?!” Eddie whisper shouts, terrified yet again.

“Just fucking- hide!” You slap his arm. You both look around like dumb idiots until you looked to the boat in the middle of the room. “Oh fuck it” You grimaces, Eddie getting in first and then helping you as fast as he could, throwing the tarp back over to cover you. Woah, you both really didn’t think this through because Eddie is very close and he is damn near laying on top of you. Fucking shit.

“I just don’t get why you think they could be here, it’s pretty obvious..” Steve states, walking closer to the door of the shed.

“If it’s obvious Steve, why are we here and not the cops? Hm?” Dustin quips back, sass lacing his tone. “Yknow im sick of you doubting me, it’s disheartening” He adds, opening the door and walking in.

“Im not doubting you doofus, it’s just- sometimes it’s okay to admit you’re wrong.” Steve finishes, holding the door for Robin and Max.

“Can you two shutup and stop with the bickering, we’ve got a task to do here” Max groans, starting to walk around the place looking for clues.

Okay this is exactly what you needed. Dustin was here! Steve and robin and Max who you don’t really know but you’ll be glad to meet her! If Eddie would fucking let you take the tarp off. As soon you heard their voices you wanted to jump out and hug your fave little freshman. Before you could you felt a tight squeeze on your wrist and your eyes landed on Eddie who had a hand up, holding a broken bottle. You were squinting as if You were saying “what the hell are you gonna do with that?” Because cmon, what could they possibly do to you guys. Other than help you. What didn’t help his paranoia was the fact Steve decided to poke the boat’s tarp. You could heard Dustin and Steve bickering again, every second the oar hit closer and closer to you and Eddie.

It all happened so damn fast. Eddie was jumping out the boat, pining a shaken steve to the wall with the broken bottle to his throat. Everyone were panicking, first for the jumpscare Eddie totally caused and the frantic pleas for him to not cut Steve’s throat they’re here to help!

“Eddie, calm down! They’re here for us! Just calm down” You reason, struggling to get out of the boat until max came over and helped. “Just put the bottle down and let Steve go alright?”

“Listen to Y/N, We’re cool! I swear on my mother!” Dustin promises, holding his hand out at Eddie. “Right guys?” You all agree in unison.

Eddie was shaking, glancing around the room. He was so conflicted because yes these were all familiar people but he is fucking terrified and the only person he could trust right now is you. Like yes unfortunately but he was certain you weren’t out to get him because one, you were there and two, you believed him. So after looking at you one more time for some reassurance he pushed Steve away. You immediately went up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder while he slightly stumbled back, sitting on the wooden table in there, staring at a blank spot.

Dustin slowly walked up to him, bending in front of him and glancing up at you sympathetically, looking back to Eddie, reaching to put down the hand that was still holding the broken bottle, nodding his head when Eddie flinched. “Okay, okay, we just wanna talk- we wanna know what happened” He says softly.

“See Eddie? It’s fine” You keep the tone dustin had, finally getting the bottle out of his grasp and putting it down, bending slightly next to Dustin. “Tell them like you told me”

“They won’t believe me” He sniffles, shaking his head and looking at you for a second. A sad, broken hint to his eyes.

“Try us” Max says, raising a brow and fixing the strap on her shoulder.

Eddie tears his eyes from yours, looking up at her and nodding, explaining to them the horrific, unbelievable story.

And that’s part 2! I hope you guys enjoyed. I have a lot of dialogue and I love dialogue bc I get to make Dustin and Steve do their bickering (one of my fave duos). You’ll learn more about the reader soon and I’ll be doing more for Eddie x reader in the next chapter, rn the plot kinda matters bc I want this fic to make sense to you guys, I’m loosely following st4 but I just hope I’m doing it right lol idk. But I’ll be starting up part 3 soon. Byeee

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7 11 18 23 27 28 30x2: what is something you are looking forward to in your day to day life, and within the realm of your interests? what is something you really want to happen in s5 of ST that you don't recall seeing anyone else talk about?

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

Fuckkk I haven't been to an aquarium in so long (and yet there's one in the city where I live lol), erm, probably the sharks or turtles, I can't remember what my aquarium has lol

11. anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

A lot 😅, I still live at home and am apparently too sentimental to get rid of half of the junk from my childhood, main thing I would say are my beanie babies and other stuffed animals, I hate the idea of giving away to strangers (yeah I know it's bad)

18. Your boba/tea order?

I don't drink boba or tea so nothing

23. do you wear jewelry?

Yeah, I wear rings, necklaces and one earing when I remember to have it in (normally after I've had to half repierce because I left it so long) - and yeah only one because I had issues with my other ear piercing and didn't wanna go through having it pierced again

27. what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

Some skinny jeans, one of my many many graphic tees (probably my Eddie Munson one I love it so much and it's by far one of my comfiest) a pair of my vans or my boots (my fave boots don't fit me very well atm which make me sad - damn my chubby ankles and calves), my red plaid shirt or green plaid Metallica shirt vest (weather dependent) and some of my rings - my faves are my amethyst coffin ring and my bat ring.

28. last meal on earth?

Pizza, or maybe Shake Shack (I'm still pissed that I can't get them round here anymore I miss their cheesy crinkle fries 😭)

30 - 1. What is something you look forward to in your day to day life, and within the reasons of your interests.

At the minute I'd say the freedom on being unemployed and knowing I don't have the stress and weight of my old job on the shoulders, but I'm still struggling to figure out what I've really want to do but I'm still waiting to hear back from a different job I applied for a few weeks back (I'm hoping I can at least get an interview because it's for a company that specialises in something I'm actually interested)

But yeah woo freedom, I get to get back into my hobbies I felt to exhausted to do in my free time when I was working at my old job.

30 - 2. What is something you really want to happen in S5 of ST that you don't recall anyone else talking about?

ooh that's an interesting one, I think most of what I want has already been expressed in one way or another, while there are certain things I couldn't care less about (B*ler/m*leven love triangle all that crap because I don't even have an attachment to those characters anymore due to not liking the actors all that much anymore - yeah I know I'll probably get some hate there for that...), my main things for endgame are;

A happy ending for Max, Lucas, Dustin, Steve, Robin and Erica (they are probably the only characters I do care about these days)

Steve and Nancy not becoming a thing again (still one of things I hated most about s4 - they are better as friends I don't understand what the duffer idiots don't see about that)

And Steve in general finding happiness, whether that's actually finding someone who gets him and isn't going to hurt him or finally being ok with just himself (though in my mind he's living happy with my oc and probably always will be whatever happens in S5 lol)

I'd say I'd love to see Eddie come back too but if we're being realistic here, do we think that's actually gonna happen? It hasn't with any other fan faves who have died so I don't think that'll happen, I mean heck they're not even bringing back Argyle and he's alive so 🤷‍♀️

Send me some weirdly specific asks

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'tis the damn season (part 1/4) | eddie munson X reader

this fic is part of a series and the previous parts must be read before: series masterlist | playlist | taglist

summary: You thought once you went back to Cali, Eddie would soon forget about you and the time you had spent together - even though that was the furthest away from what you wanted. But, after your roommate from the students’ house you were now living in handed you Eddie’s first letter, you were relieved knowing your fears wouldn’t come true.

warnings: fem!reader - no physical description. no use of y/n. post s4 - canon divergence. recreational use of marijuana, skinny dipping. heavy making-out, implied smut (not described).

word count: 3.4k

a/n: woooooo i'm thrilled!!! all aboard the hurt/comfort train, choo choo. this first one is just a treat! angst will come. as always, english is not my first language so excuse any mistakes! if it's unintelligible please let me know. happy reading!!! don't forget to reblog and comment if you've enjoyed it!

summer ‘86

03:51 p.m.

You closed the door behind you a bit too harshly and rolled your eyes at your brother’s complaint about it. “It’s a cheap old car, Jonathan, not like I took a ride with Steve.” You told him, nodding at Harrington’s BMW parking right beside your brother’s car.

“Yeah, it’s an old car, meaning that it could break at any moment now!”

“She’ll live.” Nancy answered for you, getting out of her own car on the other side of Steve’s, and the both of you just chuckled at Jon’s grimace.

You started getting some of your and your siblings’ belongings from the truck with no help whatsoever, as Jonathan ran to embrace his girlfriend, Will ran to the lake’s edge for the view, already retrieving his notebook and pencils from his backpack, and El ran to Max for their gossip time.

“Need a hand in there, princess?” His voice and sarcastic tone were the same you kept in memory, and you stopped your actions to look at him.

Eddie’s thumbs were resting through his belt loops, his black ripped pants very similar to those he wore last time you saw him four months ago. But, because of the heat, his hair was tied up in a bun on the top of his head, only a few strands dangling by the side of his face. And he dismissed the regular leather jacket and denim vest combo, choosing to display a handmade cropped shirt of what you figured was a band you weren’t familiar with.

His happy trail was out and about, basically waving at you.

If the heat was hard to endure before, it was now unbearable.

You led your eyes up, back to his face, and the smirk he sustained told you all you needed to know. You hoped you weren’t drooling. At least he didn’t tease you.

“I’ll take that offer, yeah.” You answered his question and he ended the distance between the two of you, helping you with the cooler your mom had filled with water bottles, half of them later exchanged for beer bottles - courtesy of Steve’s parents’ stock.

You and Eddie walked to the lake’s deck and placed your belongings on its wooden planks, while the rest of your friends were also placing stuff like towels, foldable chairs, and their own backpacks and coolers on the ground. The younger ones were already taking off their clothes - Lucas threw Dustin, fully clothed, onto the water and was now laughing hysterically at his friend’s screams.

“Beware of leeches!” You warned, and El and Max stopped mid-motion as they were taking their jeans shorts off to look at you, all wide eyes and jaws open. “Just kidding.” You laughed, dodging the shoe one of them threw your way.

You only had one and a half weeks of freedom to visit your new family home in Fort Wayne that summer. And it took you a while (and some bribery), but you were finally able to convince all your friends - the older and the younger ones - to spend a whole afternoon together. The chosen lake was almost halfway between Fort Wayne and Hawkins, easily accessible to both your family and the rest of your friends. You invited Argyle to come back to Indiana with you for a visit, but he was unfortunately unable to, working extra to repay the two weeks he had kidnapped the Surfer Boys van. At least he still had his job.

Aside from your absence, everything seemed to be going great for your family - finally. Your mom and Hop were insanely in love, your mom found a job she liked in the new city and Hopper was working in the Fort Wayne PD, quickly rising ranks. Will and El were able to, alongside many students in Hawkins, retake their finals, and were moving forward to 10th grade in Fort Wayne at the end of summer. Jonathan did the same, but for his graduation.

The rest of your friends were also granted that special treatment, both the freshmen (now sophomores!) and the seniors (now graduates!). Eddie, because of his wounds (and pariah status) was actually granted one extra week to study - and Nance tutored him, ensuring he wouldn’t be held back as a senior for the fourth time. Being known all over Hawkins finally gave your family and friends some advantages instead of bullying.

Your job as a camp counselor took most of your summer away from you, and the three-day trips back and forth on buses - because you couldn’t afford plane tickets - took some more, but you were still happy to be able to travel and see the ones you loved. Because it really felt like this time all the distress was finally over, completely gone. You didn’t have that bad hunch creeping up your spine anymore. Will didn’t get chills, his neck hair didn’t rise since he moved back. Even Jonathan was optimistic, and that was saying something.

So as you took off the clothes over your bikini, laid down on your towel ready for a sunbath, with your friends’ excited chatter and your younger siblings’ loud laughs in your ears, you just relaxed, no worries disturbing you anymore.

09:02 p.m.

“You sure?” Jonathan’s arm was draped around your shoulders, and you just knocked it off as you pushed him in the direction of Nancy’s car.

“It’ll be alright, man. Go enjoy your girlfriend.” You winked at him.

He smirked back at you. “And I’ll let you enjoy your boyfriend.” You just flipped him off, not bothering to correct him anymore after his joke has been done through all the time you’ve been home already.

You closed the passenger door for him as he settled in his seat, Nancy already starting the car. Your siblings were going to spend the night at the Wheeler’s. You watched as Will, El and Mike practically slept over each other on the back seat, exhausted from four hours of lake fun, their cheeks pink because they rubbed off all the sunscreen. Steve’s BMW was further away and its honk was almost inaudible, muffled by the trees surrounding the lake. Didn’t take long until Nancy also took off, honking at you too, and you waved at them.

You felt him before you even heard him, approaching your back, and you tilted your head as you felt his fingers pushing your damp hair to the side and exposing the skin on your neck, feeling the cold of his rings touching your ear.

“Glad you could find some time just for me on your busy schedule, princess.” Eddie’s voice was low and husky right by your ear and you couldn’t suppress a shiver.

You turned to him in slow motion and found him looking at you hungrily. You snickered. “You know what I really wanna do now that we’re alone?” You asked and his eyes widened, the moonlight reflected on those brown pools. He just shook his head in question and your smirk grew.

09:47 p.m.

You blew off the smoke and repressed a cough, passing the dying joint to Eddie beside you. He finished it off with a couple more hits and put the tip away on a little bag you had earlier reserved as trash recipient.

Eyes closed, you felt his foot touching yours underwater as you laid down on the deck, cold wooden planks still wet from your previous fun feeling like heaven under your skin. The fog on your head from the weed was like a blessing, and you heard Eddie moving beside you before you felt his shoulder touching yours.

You sighed contently before opening your eyes and turning nothing but your head to your side, capturing him staring up at the starlit night sky.

“I’m also glad I can spend time with you. Just the two of us.” You answered, referencing what he told you previously. He didn’t look at you, but you felt his pinky finger intertwining yours and saw a genuine smile growing on his lips.

You thought once you went back to Cali, Eddie would soon forget about you and the time you had spent together - even though that was the furthest away from what you wanted. But, after your roommate from the students’ house you were now living in handed you Eddie’s first letter, you were relieved knowing your fears wouldn’t come true. You answered his letter and he just kept sending you more mail, and you kept answering them and so it went.

So you kept in touch the whole time you were away, mostly through letters because interstate phone calls were expensive - but you’ve called him on a stressful day or two, eager to hear his soothing voice; and he called you, exhilarated, when he learned he would be able to graduate after all.

Your letters started as merely friendly, platonic contact. Until Eddie was brave enough to bring up your kiss and the sex you had in his motel room - which you wanted to talk about too, but unlike him was not brave enough to. But you were brave enough to respond to him after he mentioned it, and your letters grew bolder and bolder every time, talking about how you wanted to see, touch, feel, and kiss each other again.

Once summer started you only talked to him again after you were already back in Indiana. Calling him from your mom’s phone was cheap enough to do once every three days as you planned when you would be able to actually see each other. You wanted to spend as much time as possible with your family, and he had his own commitments, so the only opportunity you had was… whole party lake day.

It was still a good day, anyway. You were happy.

You kept in silence for a few more minutes before Eddie sat up and stretched his arms above his head. He didn’t have his shirt on, not since he took a swim earlier and hadn’t covered his torso again. Your eyes instantly flew to the muscles on his back, all the way from his shoulder blades down to his hip dimples.

You unconsciously licked your lips.

He didn’t seem bothered or insecure about the scars all over his neck, chest, and stomach, contouring his skin in a pinkish tone. They looked like a painting’s highlights to you. It probably helped that no one commented on it throughout the day, except El who looked at him and Steve - comparing their scars - and murmured bitchin’, but you sensed they weren’t even supposed to hear it.

Fast enough to advert your eyes when he turned back, you faked as if you had been looking at the sky the whole time.

“Wanna go for a night swim?” He invited, and you stared at his face. As you were sitting up and considering his offer, he completed, eyebrows comically wiggling up and down: “Nakey-naked?”

You chuckled. “Aren’t you full of ideas, Munson?” He only shrugged at you with a smirk on his lips, getting to his feet and pulling his pants and underwear down - no hesitation whatsoever. You looked away, feeling your cheeks catch fire.

“C’mon sweetheart, nothing you ain’t seen before!” He laughed before cannonballing into the lake, soaking you up to your waist, droplets hitting your face. You made no movement towards joining him, and he approached your legs after a particularly long dive. He rested his forearms on your thighs and looked up at you with puppy eyes, his wet hair falling out of the bun. “Nothin’ I ain’t seen before too.” He said, tugging on the hem of your shorts.

You bit your bottom lip to suppress a grin. “And you wanna see it again that badly?” You asked, even if his answer was obvious by his expression, by his flickering eyes, by his enthusiastic nods. “Close your eyes.”

“Seriously?” He pleaded.

“Close your eyes, Eddie!” You giggled, and he obliged with the cutest pout you had ever seen.

Yeah, sure, he had seen you naked already, touched your body all over, and you weren’t exactly insecure, but you had never done that - skinny dipping - before. The restlessness of a new adventure was making you just a little uncertain.

You watched him bite his lip at hearing your clothes come off, and the heat of your body escalated. Not exactly the summer climate’s fault.

He had swam back a little from the edge of the deck, giving you space to enter the water. Unlike him you didn’t jump in, instead, you sat on the border and slowly sunk in, the water not as warm as it was a few hours prior. As you settled and the sounds around you diminished, Eddie opened his eyes. They twinkled.

The night was clear, although the moonlight was not enough to allow crisp sight of what was under the water, so you couldn’t distinguish each other’s naked bodies. It was still thrilling to know you were naked, though.

Before you thought about your actions, you were already approaching him slowly. His eyes widened more at every inch you eliminated between you and you could see the pink shade of his skin all the way from his cheeks to his collarbone. His curls were less defined by the weight of the water pulling them down, his crooked cut bangs sticking to his forehead.

The crickets cricketing on your back, fireflies lighting up the shores with their little dances, one lonely leaf floating in the space left between you two.

Summer was nearing its end.

As your fondness for Eddie was growing.

You tilted your head slightly as your fingertips reached his arms under the water, watched as he gulped and his shoulders shivered.

“Act all shy but you’re a menace, sweetheart.” His voice was low-toned and you grinned.

“We could call it even.” You shrugged, feeling his hands timidly contouring your waist, pulling you closer, as yours reached his shoulders. You had goosebumps, and you could feel he had them too.

“We could never be even. You’re… like a god or the universe or whatever, they just pulled you straight out of my dreams. And I can’t even believe you’ve decided to spend time with lil’ ol’ me.” He grimaced, a humorless chuckle out his lips. “Doesn’t feel balanced, doesn’t feel fair, cannot for the life of me understand what you see in me to keep gracing me with your… friendship.” That was a choice of a word.

You adored it when he rambled.

“Gotta give yourself more credit, Eds.” Your noses touched, his eyes fluttered and a gasp escaped him.

You adored his reactions to you.

You kept talking: “You’re funny.” A kiss on the tip of his nose. “You’re kind. You’re brave.” A kiss on each of his cheeks. “You’re so, so pretty.” A kiss on his jaw. His breath faltered. His hands grasped your hips firmly. “Will you kiss me?” You whispered, lips brushing his.

“Thought you’d never ask.” He whispered back.

You adored the way he looked at you.

His lips found yours completely and all the soft nature sounds around you were instantly muted. You didn’t need to talk anymore. You’ve talked enough through letters for four months, you’ve exchanged enough provocations throughout the afternoon. You just wanted to feel him.

There was no hesitancy as he pulled you closer, his hands traveling on your back, sending shivers up your spine. You gripped tightly on his damp hair and he hissed mid-kiss, the way his body pressed against you under the water making you dizzy.

Your feet were swinging, not touching the ground as Eddie dragged you both further to deeper parts of the lake, lips never once leaving yours, tongues twirling teasingly around each other. Your thighs trailing up on his, circling his waist, his hands daring down until they reached your ass to grope as hard as he could.

His breath mixed with yours, sighs escaping in between turnings heads, moans swallowed by each other’s mouths. It was a slow dance, sinful in the holiest way, the cold water and his calloused fingertips piercing your skin and soul equally.

You had only a few more hours of freedom in Indiana, but with Eddie’s hands holding onto you for dear life, his lips leaving yours to make their way down your collarbone, and your head thrown back to look at the stars and the moon as they blessed you, you were certain those would be the most enjoyed few hours freedom you had ever seen. Hours spent adoring him. And him adoring you.

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Dearest Pantry Girl,

Cabin’s roof was finally finished this week. Me and Wayne are already settling into our new home, Steve helped us with the moving - the kids helped too, I mean, they were supposed to, but they just played and made fun of all my stuff and almost broke one of Wayne’s precious mugs from his collection, so I kinda grounded them after that.

It’s very pretty here. And quiet, Wayne loves the quiet. Birds chirping, rustling of trees and shit. He actually told me he might start bird watching, that’s insane, never thought he would get into this kind of thing. But I saw a book about birds on the library last time Dustin made me take him there, I might get it for Wayne one of these days.

I like that it’s very far away from everything. No one knows where we live, or how to get here without getting lost in the woods. I feel safe.

I told Wayne he should get the bedroom, since he allowed me to have the trailer’s bedroom ever since I was dumped under his watch. He wouldn’t let me though, so I have the room for myself again. Doesn’t hurt that it’s got a pretty view. Maybe you can visit on summer. I’ll even change the sheets for you.

Summer camp sounds rad. Hope you have a great time, I’m sure you’ll be a hell of a counselor. Lots of kids gonna get crushes on you - I know I did. Just don’t go around making too many friends and writing them letters after summer ends. I want exclusivity on that matter.

Kindly ask Argyle to send some ‘purple palm tree delight’ or whatever the fuck with you? That gave me the most insane high of my life. Wanna do it again. We could do it together!

Oh! My wounds are much, much better. They’re healing great, I don’t feel pain anymore, just a slight sensitivity around the bites’ areas. They’re also not as gross to look at… I’d like your personal input on that topic. No one else I’d rather have glancing at my shirtless bod, if ya know what I mean.

This letter is too long.

Kay, bye bye now.

See ya in a few weeks, milady. Can’t wait.

Sincerely,

Eddie The Banished.

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Dearest Pantry Girl,

Hope your travel back was good and safe. I was so high I forgot to ask, but please send my thanks to Argyle for the weed! And try harder to convince him to come with you next time, he’s still owing me and Jonathan a bong session. In the meantime, I’ll try to convince Steve to join us when that session eventually happens.

Say hi to your roommate for me! I know she handed you this letter.

I really enjoyed our night together. It was fun and lighthearted, as it always is with you. I’m glad you stumbled upon me stealing cookies on that party. You’re a great friend. Special friend. ;) I never had this with someone, and I thought I would overthink it and ruin everything, or just run away like I’m used to, but you make it safe. And cool. So it’s cool.

Little Byers told us you’ll come back for Thanksgiving, and Harrington’s already planning a party at his house for the day after. Don’t worry, he said it won’t be a full-house party, but a friends-only-get-together. We could rent movies and gossip ‘till sunrise. Or I’ll plan a very bloody D&D campaign and force all of you to join me even though you all hate playing. I don’t care. I’ll forge a Paladin out of Steve yet.

Please answer this letter saying you’ll come. Pretty please?!

See ya in a few months, milady. Can’t wait!

Sincerely,

Eddie The Banished

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Was rewatching more of s4 and gathered some more interesting thoughts namely more Tammy/Brenda/"Rose" Robin/ Angela/ Nancy (????) stuff, Chrissy's vecna vision, an interesting lamp (and scene transition) in the Munson trailer, etc etc. Under the cut >.<

So first off, I noticed also a shared side swept hair style that I thought was pretty interesting because it was so consistent:

(Robin and Vickie joke about Tammy sounding like a muppet while Brenda thinks she sounds beautiful).

In all three of these instances, their hair are held on the left side (facing whatever screen you're reading this on). The coloring scheme is interestingly consistent- Tammy in her white jacket + pink dress+ blue eye shadow, Robin in her white cardigan+ pink blouse+ blue/pink skirt, Nancy with a pretty similar colored (pink/blue) skirt+ white button down shirt, and Brenda who's in white overalls but her earrings are blue and pink.

And I've already said this before but Robins hair seems to me to be a mix of Virginia's bob and Karen's S2 bangs plus the hair swept to the right that seems to be going on also:

Mind you, out of either Nancy or Robin, "Rose Weaver" Robin was the one they chose to do a complete hair-do to. Nancy has her usual hair style at Penthust.

Some more things I've noticed thus far:

Chrissy's mother in her Vecna vision is wearing a soft pink shirt and white pants- also a pearl (?) bracelet (like "Rose" Robin but thats not captured in this post. take my word for it lol):

Themes of forced femininity mmmm. Also *points* blonde.

Also the watch on Mrs. Cunningham's other wrist.

Chrissy also has pearl earrings, like her mother's bracelet:

Oh and look! This weird pink-white-blue disease has spread to Lenora! Hi Angela!

Now, there is an interesting trend here. How does El usually dress in Lenora, at least before Mike arrives? Jeans and a plaid button down shirt. Sharp contrast to Angela, who dresses in a more "feminine" fashion. When Mike arrives we see her throw a dress on, all while lying to him about being friends with Angela to make it seem like she was fitting in.

(But of course we see in s3 that if El choses so she does dress in a colorful feminine way, it just seems like the Byers can't afford it).

We see Robin struggling with heteronormativity and her arc this season was "being herself", esp with Vickie. Robin has to put on Nancy's clothes, something that is brought up repeatedly as not her style, which is very obvious from when we see Robin dressed in her usually clothing, side by side with Nancy who just dresses more feminine compared to Robin.

And also there's Chrissy who is pressured by her mother to be this hyperfeminine skinny cheerleader, much of the abuse we're shown either surrounds Chrissy's weight or her clothing.

Anyways, moving onto more of Chrissy's Vecna vision, there are a few interesting things.

First off, there's this very familiarly shaped blue lamp in the Munson trailer. In fact it's made to intentionally stand out in contrast to the yellowish-lighting of the rest of the room along with the other blue-ish light on the opposite side, framing Chrissy. Where have we seen this before?

The Byers and the Creel home (the lights are upside down in the Creel one):

Interestingly enough, to cement its significance, the scene transition from Eddie finding Chrissy in a trance to back to Chrissy's vision intentionally parallels the light to the one of the lights within Chrissy's home. These screenshots are only taken moments away from each other.

Which only seems to emphasis this sort of "gate way" imagery because Chrissy realizes she is in a Vecna vision once she passes the lights into Eddie's room.

Another interesting thing I've noticed? Well not only the framing of the two blue lights not only around Chrissy being similar to the lights on either side of the rose door in the Creel home, but also out of Eddie's window they show us a clear shot for whatever reason:

A playground? Like the one also in front of the Creel's front door?

To put my thoughts succinctly:

The blue light framing serve as a gateway into Chrissy realizing she is in her vision- once she passes them into Eddie's room she sees her mother.

The blue lights framing Chrissy seem to be similar to the two lights on either side of the rose door, which makes much more sense when we see directly behind Chrissy outside the window there is a playground like there is one outside the Creel front door. There is no reason for them to have shown us this other than that.

When Chrissy tries to run out of Eddie's room, she is trapped back in her own home. The parallel they were trying to make here- Cunninghams/Creels?

Some other interesting things from Chrissy's vision:

Flower paintings in the halls:

Also the boards Vecna uses to signify that the vision is inescapable. Which makes sense- metaphorically. When someone faces abuse in the home -especially a child- at the hands of a caregiver the trauma does seem inescapable. He also uses this in Nancy's vision in the lab, which represents the same thing, unescapable abuse:

If the Creel home = Cunningham home, then does that make the rose door the metaphorical planks of wood- making the Creel home unescapable? That could be why the door gets so much emphasis.

Could also be why we get Victor trying and failing to break down the door in his own vision. Once he does "break it down" (he doesn't actually), he's transported to his past trauma. Again- unescapable. But why the rose? Why that design? Why the clear reference with "Rose" Robin- which was attached to the strict gender roles of women?

The rose symbolism follows many female characters everywhere. I think the most clear example is Billy's mom, who has a rose (or at least it is a red flower) on her shirt:

We don't know much about her other than what she did to Billy- abandon him to an abusive father, "unescapable" abuse because the other partner allows/enables it in some way shape or form either by neglect or straight up abandonment. Also the "betrayal" of this parent may actually hurt much more than the abuse by the other parent. (It's called "betrayal trauma").

We see this with Chrissy's family dynamic, except switched- the father is the enabler and the mother is the abuser. Still the same effect however.

Mind you, this is intrinsically tied to gender roles because a system where women cant support themselves or divorce their husbands can lead to this sort of dynamic. A system where women marry men whether every really knowing who they really are or loving them.

#rosegate #chrissy cunningham #robin buckley

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sims 4 cc lists for individual sims - skins, makeup/tattoos, presets, poses, hair, clothes

Links will come eventually. Some are listed by file names, some are listed by official titles. Creator username always comes first, and may be abbreviated or shortened if i use a lot of their stuff. Typically has a description of what type of item it is.

// skins and presets //

suzue ear preset n 3

suzue ear preset n 2

minimalsim small tattoos n1

alfgray male body presets 01

helgatisha model poses 32 posepack and CAS

couquett admire me posepack

beto_ae0 sleepover with friends (pose pack)

kiellessa rin okumura's tail

thecomic voltron face markings

daria_glass tattoo lunar cycle

jovelyng japanese flower tattoo

gossipgirl-s4 japanese tattoo

wistfulcastle cosmic dune - mtattoo

s-clubts4 WM tattoo back 01

-merci- tattoo n01

merci tattoo n10

alix dekostube s#ign symbols v1

azurenika grunkle stans tattoo

shazzqr mixed design tattoo pack #1

sugar owl the sun tattoos

sugar owl the moon tattoos

sugar owl the star tattoos

sugar owl the chariot tattoos

sugar owl the devil tattoos

sugar owl golden bracelet tattoos

SO garden of roses tattoos

so love is on the line full body tattoo

so under the sea full body tattoo

so see the good full body tattoo

so carnival joy face tattoo

so children of the night

so here comes the sun full body tattoo

// hair //

Wings fluffy long curled

wings frizzled updo

wings fluffy male curl

wings curly hair with double buns

wings natural curly short

wings echo

wings OE0818

wings fluffy male hair

wings TO0418

wings TO0326

wings TO0220

wings TZ1028

wings ER0805

wings TO0729

leah lilith joie

leah lilith soundwave

leah lilith juliette

anto angelo (adult & child)

anto ivory

anto lizzo

anto momsen

anto arya

anto daisy

anto maggie

anto blossom

-merci- triandal hairstyle

darknightt dahlia hairstyle

viviandang kojiro hairstyle

// clothing //

---> tops

christopher067 temptress top

belaloallure_lili blouse

lace up crop top

cleotopia lace top bralette crop

cleotopia accessoiry bra tops

belaloallure_ cassandra top

cleotopia lace top flora

charlindy peasant blouse

the perfect night side ruffle top

SLYD cuban collar shirt

pizazz ladies bouse N 08

amaranthwaffle mabel pines sweater

plumbobs n fries maddox sweater

plumbobs n fries Nikolai jacket

plumbobs n fries santos

plumbobs n fries thalia sweater

toksik kaliah top

kks4 sweatshirts 03 fm

slyd cropped tank top estelle

jwofles-sims oversized hoodie

oranostr print sweaters

fesege shingeki no kyojin all

---> bottoms

belaloallure_ alaina pants

belaloallure_zafaria shorts

belaloallure_fai pants

belal19972 danial pants

wicked_kittie halloween themed leggings

pizazz cropped sweat pants

SLYD culottes noel

plumbobs n fries lewis shorts

plumbobs n fries frankie pants

pnf sierra pants

trillyke flashback pants

trillyke take off pants

trillyke love me right cropped

trillyke hi high pleaded skirt

trillyke my little black skirt

sims2fanbg 332 ripped skinny jeans

pinkzombiecupcake winter black ripped jeans

sentate mortimer biker pants

serenity-cc pearl slit pants

viy_sims pants mi - vic

---> full body

esyram floral applique tulle dress

its leeloo lace up suede dress

plumbobs n fries brandy outfit

toksik bailo dress

slyd ondria dress

pinkzombieunicorns reinas swimsuit

---> accessories

christopher067 lovato necklace

christopher067 nouveau earrings

wisteriasims gothic moon choker

minimalsim grace earrings

minimalsim trekant necklace

sugar_owl arya halo

serenity-cc elisa glasses

pralinesims shine forever glasses

pralinesims xoev glasses

pralinesims mobius necklace

nightcrawler layerable hoops

trillyke wolo fishnet tights

toksik euphoria rings

toksik kamil headband

sugar owl pine tree stud earrings gravity falls

yealuis pine cap

Winter sporty socks

helsoseira joko thigh high socks

pinkzombiecupcakes winter tights

plumbobs n fries celina earrings

---> shoes

madlen puricelli boots

ShakeProductions leather sandals

arltos long boots

MinimalSim Ivory shoes V1

dissia mrand boots

slyd superstar sneakers

#sims 4 #cc #master list

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