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juiles · 9 months

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All to well

Plot: idk. have fun!

Type: angst and fluff

Warnings: i am in no way saying that this is how all autistic people are!! This fic is based off my PERSONAL experience with autism and sensory overload. Please remember this as you read!!

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Being autistic has drawbacks for a normal person, but for an actress in Marvel movies, it was tough. I’m proud of who I am but I didn’t want the pitying looks, the comments or being stuck as only getting the “autistic” role so for my own sake, I’m not super open about it.

My parents are ashamed of it so they never told anyone and I was forced to mask anytime I was around anyone. Not even Scar knew, and she was my best friend, almost a mother figure to me. I didn’t want her to think any different of me. She’s known me since i was 7 and played her on screen adopted daughter in Iron Man 2.

We’re filming Endgame right now. I’m on my way to set with Scarlett. Today has been a rough day for me so far as my parents woke me up by screaming at me which then caused me to struggle in keeping my mask up. Scar picked me up and I’m already exhausted, I’ve caught myself stimming a few times and quickly stopped it.

When we pulled into the parking lot, i grabbed my bag and walked with her through set to our trailers where we left our stuff and we’re immediately shuffled to makeup and costumes.

“Oh shit…” I mutter staring at the costume in Erica’s hand. “I didn’t realize it was a fight scene today…”

“Babe.” Erica, my assistant and on set guardian says. She’s known about me since the first day which was when i was 7. “You’ve known about this for a week. Are you okay?”

“I’m super over stimulated right now…” I murmur tapping my leg in sets of 7, a common stim for me.

“Let’s do hair and makeup first okay? Keep you out of the costume until the last second okay?” I nod and the two of us move to hair and makeup where Scarlett is getting her hair done.

“Hey, where’s your costume kid?” She asks looking over at me.

“I uh-“ I glance at Erica who steps in for me quickly.

“It had a small tear in it so it’s getting fixed quickly.” Scarlet merely hums in response and I sit. Getting my wig on and makeup done is awful, having everyone touching me and all their voices so close to me ears. I feel a soft hand on my cheek and peek my eyes open to see Scar staring at me in concern.

“Stop grinding your jaw babe…” I release my jaw, not even realizing i had been doing it. “You okay love? You disappeared for a bit there.” I respond with a hum, my voice disappearing from within. “Let’s get your costume on and to set okay?”

I look around quickly and don’t see Erica, Scarlet must see the panic as she quickly says. “She got called away in an emergency. I’m going to be your guardian today.” I nod, feeling the panic bubble up in my chest, but give her a soft smile.

The two of us make our way to my trailer and she helps me quickly slip into the suit. I immediately want to rip it off as it’s skin tight and an uncomfortable material. It feels like it’s digging into my skin and pulling it away as if it’s velcro and my skin is the other side. I take a deep breath and come out to see Scar in costume waiting. “Ready?” I nod and we head to set where I realize it’s a busy day, all original 6 avengers, Lizzie, both Paul’s, Gwen and Cobie are all there. I internally groan as immediately, the girls are coming over to me and Scar talking a mile a minute. I stand next to Scarlett silently until Lizzie turns to me. “Hey kiddo. Ready to fight? We have to fly today.” My eyes widen for a moment before i force a smile and nod at the fake red head in front of me.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” This makes everyone around us laugh but it makes me feel awful. I have no voice, it comes and goes, when it’s gone, my parents ridicule me, I get hit. I look down as i feel my tears well up in my eyes and blink rapidly trying to will them away. I thank god silently when Joe calls us to places which means i get away from the now very suddenly concerned looking Scarlett, Lizzie and Cobie. I’m stuck with Renner as I get rigged up, the feeling of being sick suddenly appearing as more people touch me.

I feel the lump in my throat tighten and the feeling of the harness wrapped around me suddenly makes me feel like it’s constricting my breathing and everyone around me disappeared as my hands flung to the harness, in my panic my hands struggled with the buckle which just made me more infuriated and grunts started coming out as my tears blurred my vision.

I feel a set of hands on mine holding them down, i scream and rip mine away and start scratching at my throat trying to rip it open to get a breath. My eyes started blacking out and the last thing i see is Scarlett’s panicked face as she tries to grab at my hands before it all goes black.

Scarlett’s POV

I know something is off with y/n. Not off but just that she was different. I have had a feeling it was autism for a while now, today proved that to me.

She was silent the whole car ride to set, normally she’d be singing along the radio but she wouldn’t even let me turn it on today. As soon as we got to set she locked herself in her trailer without a word, the next time i saw her, she looked panicked and while she was getting her hair and makeup done she disappeared fully before i brought her back. She has days where she goes mute, she just calls them her bad days, they usually happen on days she has arguments with her parents but normally she can still communicate to me in different ways but today she was completely gone. It got worse as soon as she realized Erica was gone. Walking on to set, she tended up and i saw her tapping her thigh every once in a while. The comment that Lizzie made would normally make her laugh, her reaction today was off.

I watched her from the corner of my eye but had to look away for a second before i heard Renner.

“Y/N!! What are you doing?! You’re going to hurt yourself!” I whip my head around and my heart sinks as i see y/n struggling with her harness, her hands are shaking violently, tears streaming down her face, her eyes are glazed over. I bolt over and grab her hands gently.

“Y/n baby, stop. You’ve got to stop my love.” She rips her hands out of mine and starts clawing at her throat which is when i notice she’s not breathing properly. She’s barely able to get a small breath. Instincts kick in for me and i turn to the cast and crew crowding her. “Give her space. Now. I need someone to set up a dark room with minimal sound and her clothes she was wearing this morning as well as the blanket from my trailer. A cold cloth and her wig taken off.” I turn around as she starts to collapse, i grab her arm and quickly wrap an arm around her waist. “Now!”

It’s a bit of a blur after that honestly, the next thing i know, im alone with her in the green room after everything is unplugged and blankets are draped over the windows. Her wig is already off and someone hands me my blanket and her clothes before silently leaving. I help her unconscious body out of the suit and into her clothes before draping my weighted blanket over her body. I sit back and stare at her, not touching her at all but close enough if she needs me.

It felt like hours but looking at my watch, it shows it’s only been 20 minutes when she finally wakes up.

My heart is beating what feels like a million mile a minute with panic as i watch her blue eyes flutter open before she looks around the room for a moment. Her hand comes out of the blanket and she starts tapping her thigh again, her head nodding along to each tap. She squeezes her eyes shut and i can hear her voice mumbling. “I’m safe. I’m here. I’m y/n.” Over and over again, i quietly cough to get her attention and she quickly sits up and her head whips up to look at me with wide eyes, both hands start scratching at the other wrist. “Oh my god…”

“Baby, you are safe. It’s just me.”

“No… no… no no no no no no no no.” She started tugging her hair and rocking slightly. “They’re going to kill me… you aren’t supposed to know…”

I quickly scoot over and grab her hands before pulling her into my chest, she tenses for a moment before melting into my arms. “I can’t hide it anymore Scar…”

“I know baby… I know.” I mutter into her hair swaying us back and forth slightly.

“I’m autistic…”

“Oh baby i know…” She freezes and looks at me with wide eyes. I can ready the fear in her blue eyes. “You hide it really really well but I’m basically your mom my love. I had suspicions but didn’t want to push you into telling me. Today was too much.” She nods burying herself back into me. “I need you to know that I will always listen to you. That if you ever feel like that again, you can tell me and i’ll get you out of it. Baby seeing you pass out was terrifying. I need you to know that if you’re that overwhelmed, that you do not have to do all that.”

“But… my parents don’t want everyone knowing… they’re all gonna know now…” She mumbles into me, my heart cracks.

“Baby being autistic is not a bad thing. It makes you even more amazing. It’s not something to be ashamed of at all. You are allowed to be who you are. To stim when your emotions are too high. To have bad days. I am here to show you that.” I say looking her directly into her eyes. “I’m here to support you.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she nodded quickly. She sat up and started tapping her thigh as she stared at me. “This is my favourite stim, it’s really subtle but it calms me down… i count the most important people in my life.” She then looks down at her hand as she taps each finger. “Scarlett.” Tap. “Lizzie.” Tap. “Renner.” Tap. “Gwen.” Tap. “Cobie.” Tap. “Rob.” Tap. “Rosie.” Tap. “It reminds me that you guys would love me, no matter how broken or weird i am because i know how much you care.” She looked up at me through her eyelashes. “Another one is tapping here.” She taps her chest right above her heart twice. “Right here.” She does the tap to each word. “This is where you sit in my body. I usually only do this one when I’m not wearing my necklace. Playing with that is the stim i can do out in public.” I pulled her into my arms again as I cried.

“Oh baby…”

“You’ve always been my safe space Scar…”

“And i will be your safe space for the rest of eternity.”

We sit in silence for a few minutes before she pulls away with a smile. “Thank you. For learning how to help me.”

“You are more than welcome my love. Let’s go home and have a calm day okay?” She nods before standing up, pulling my weighted blanket over herself. I stand and wrapping my arms around her waist, the two of us make our way out of the room to find Lizzie standing not too far away, crying into Gwyneths arms. Y/n instantly runs over to her and wraps her arms around the crying woman. Lizzie jumps before she turns and sees who it is and wraps the girl into her arms.

“I’m so sorry bug. I shouldn’t have made that comment. I know how bad your parents are.” Y/n shakes her head pulling back and squeezes Lizzie’s hands. “Liz that wasn’t what caused that.” She takes a glance back at me before taking a deep breath and looks back at Lizzie. “I’m autistic and I was overstimulated and everything was just too much. I won’t lie, the comment did hurt a little but i know you didn’t say it in a mean way. You didn’t hurt me, memories of my parents saying stuff hurt me. But not you.” Lizzie’s eyes widen and she glances at me before she nods breathing to calm herself down. “If you ever need to talk or are struggling you can talk to me bug.”

Y/n nods with a small smile. “I know Liz.”

“Hey. Me too.” We all turn our head to see Gwyneth with a pout on her face. “You scared the shit out of me kiddo. Never do that again. Understand?” She pulls y/n’s laughing form into her arms.

“I understand mother Paltrow.” She says making us all chuckle.

Y/n pulls away and biting her cheek looks at me. “I- i uh- I’m not ready to face everyone else yet…”

“They already left bug. It’s just us four left.” Lizzie said smoothing the crazy hair down on y/n’s head. “I couldn’t leave worried i hurt you and Gwyn couldn’t leave me alone but everyone else left to give you privacy. Scarlett went full mama bear mode and screamed at some people for trying to push her into anything. It was great.” Y/n chuckled, which brings a grin to my face.

“Of course you did. But i wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

“I love you too baby.” I say kissing her head softly.

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xxbottlecapx · 1 year

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I saw a video about a girl having focal seizures and this plot bunny came up

Steve was an idiot.

It was one of the only things that the party collectively agreed on. They loved him, don’t get them wrong, and they would never want him to leave them, or to even know that they thought it, but that was the way things were. He hadn’t done too well in school, unlike everyone else. Which was how the party would explain away all the weird things about him that they ascertained were simply him being an idiot. Zoning off constantly, confusion, taking increasingly long allotments of time to answer simple questions, mixing his words up. It was just Steve being Steve. A little dumb, slow on the uptake, but kind.

That is, until Eddie.

°•. ✿ .•°

“Your class is essentially your profession, and it'll outline the kind of role you’ll have within the party as a result.” Dustin said from the floor. He had a DND manual laying flat on the carpet. Steve was sitting criss cross beside him, staring almost too intently at the colorful pages, squinting.

“And your race will determine how your character looks, as well as giving you exclusive skills and features.”

The entire party was over for a sleepover. Robin, Argyle, and Jonathan were out by the pool smoking (if they had given Max some weed to help with joint pain, no one had to know) Nancy was teaching Eleven how to braid hair. Steve had given her one of his mothers wigs as a text subject. They have taken over half the livingroom floor.

Lucas was recovering from a hangover (which Steve was going to give him so much shit for once he had drank all his water and took some painkillers) and Will was stacking old slices of bread on Lucas’s face, the tower was 13 stacks long so far. Mike was sitting next to Will, watching him like a hawk. Erica was keeping a running tally of how many breads Will could stack before they fell. She was practicing rock balancing on lucas’s shin with the designer rocks from next door (don’t ask Steve why they were called designer rocks, he hadn’t asked, he just knows that’s what they’re called because once about a year ago he had cut across their rock-filled lawn and had gotten a mouthful for stepping on their designer rocks. Sue him. He helped Erica steal them a few hours ago.) she had 14 stacked, which was extremely impressive to everyone who saw it.

And Steve was trying to learn how to play DND. Dustin didn’t know that Steve actually had purchased his own dnd manual a few months back, but he had such a hard time reading (the letters moved!) that he had finally agreed to let Dustin teach him. Eddie was on the couch watching. He had been doing that a lot lately, they all had noticed. Watching Steve. The party had a betting pool on when Eddie was going to ask Steve out, since Eddie seemed to be the only one in the party who didn’t know Steve liked men.

“These features can include ability score increases, age and life expectancy changes, size differences, increased speeds, and unique languages.” Dustin moved his hands to show Steve a chart.

Steve swallowed hard once, twice, his left hand clenched and unclenched a few times. He blinked about seven times before speaking (Erica liked counting, she knew the exact average amount of times everyone in the party blinked in an hour. Steve had much more then the rest of them.)

“… What?”

“Oh my God, Steve. It’s not that hard. What do you not get?” Dustin rolled his eyes. He was starting to think this was a useless endeavor. Eddie quickly got up and grabbed a bottle from the table.

Steve squinted at him again, looked down to the paper, eyebrows drawn down.

“I- uh, en-“ Steve stumbled over his words. This could go on for minutes, in Dustin’s experience.

“That’s enough for now,” Eddie interrupted, setting the water into Steve’s lap. He quickly grabs at it with his right hand, gripping it hard enough that it almost broke.

“This would be so much easier if you just paid attention.” Dustin said, exasperated.

It took Steve a few seconds to roll his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.” He said eventually, sloppily knocking Dustin’s hat off his head. That sets Dustin off on a long rant about the history of hats and why they should be respected.

From above, Eddie looked like he was in pain. Dustin chose not to question why.

°•. ✿ .•°

Steve had made a pretty large chicken casserole for dinner, along with a cheesy salad looking thing and Bomboloni for desert.

“What soda do you want, Steve?” Robin asked, bending down to open the bottom of the fridge. It was absolutely humongous, with thirty different sections and labels on said sections. They all assumed that Steve’s parents had done that. He didn’t correct them. He just wanted them to always be able to find exactly what they were looking for if they were hungry.

Steve opened his mouth, then closed it again. Eddie turned quickly from his place to Steve’s left.

“Ash…” Steve closed his mouth again. “Ad-“

Dustin snorted so hard that he started choking. Will silently clapped his back. Robin grinned from her place near the fridge, shaking her head. He did this frequently.

After about a minute of confused mumbling, Steve finally gets his words across.

“A Slice Strawberry Soda.”

Robin gently poked fun at him as she handed it to him. The rest of the party proceeded to start in their little let’s joke about Steve debacle, which Steve always took like a champ.

And then of course, Eddie had to be the one to set them straight.

“Steve,” Eddie said gently. “Do you know you’ve been having seizures?”

°•. ✿ .•°

It was called a Focal seizure. Most common with those who have had frequent head injuries. Symptoms were: motor spasms (like aggressive swallowing, blinking, and hand clenching) Staring blankly into space, confusion, sight issues, and speech problems.

They didn’t look like the seizures you were used to seeing. A lot of the time, people wouldn’t even know that they were having them. You can be fully conscious when they happen, mistake them for a panic attack or a simple migraine.

Eddie only caught it because his mother had had them before she died.

At first, the party thinks he’s being delusional. But then Dustin decides the party is going to skip school and check the library.

They all come to the collective decision that Steve definitely was having focal seizures. Steve wasn't an idiot. He was having seizures the entire time.

They don’t apologize for making fun of him, but they do feel bad about it. They do stop making fun of him for being stupid, though. At least until he tells them they’re allowed to smile at him when he’s having one. Steve claims it makes him feel weird when they all suddenly start acting like he’s going to die.

“Ha- wait, tsh-“ Steve paused, his hand spasming around the dice he had been about to throw.

It took them a while, but teaching Steve DND was much easier when they just spent more time letting him figure it out without pressuring him. This was his first session. It was proving to be a success, since Eddie (a very brutal DM) had such a soft spot for Steve that he was letting a lot more things slide when he was there.

“Youre having a seizure, Steve.” Eddie told him, bringing his hands down to his notes. Will had just rolled a nat-20 and saved half the party from getting eaten by a dragon.

“Ween-“ Steve squinted his eyes.

“A seizure, Steve. Can you say seizure?” Eddie took the sharp dice out of Steve’s hand so he wouldn’t hurt himself (they were made by Argyle, who didn’t how to properly use a sander. Erica, Lucas, and Mike all already had splinters from holding it) Dustin and the rest started talking about what to do next to get past a river full of lava.

"Hnnn”

“Try again.” Sometimes Steve wouldn’t catch the seizure, and think he was saying something that made sense when it didn’t. It explained a lot. So sometimes when someone else caught it, they’d let him know so he knew why no one knew what he was saying.

“Shhh,”

Eddie smiled gently at him. He looked like one of those cartoon characters that have hearts shooting out of their eyes (Erica words) “You got it.”

“Sheizure,” Steve mumbled, “seizure.”

“There we go, you’re back.”

The game continued.

Sources

https://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/health/conditions-and-diseases/epilepsy/focal-seizures

https://www.nationwidechildrens.org/conditions/seizures-focal-partial

https://milesanthonysmith.com/blog/33-nostalgic-discontinued-reintroduced-sodas-from-the-80s-90s-00s/

Https://www.foodandwine.com/desserts/italian-desserts

Https://www.gamesradar.com/how-to-create-your-first-character-in-dandd/

https://www.epilepsynorcal.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Partial_Seizures.pdf

#steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steveddie #eddie x steve #robin buckley #eddie the freak munson #stranger things #steve has seizures #eddie is in love

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the-writer-mao · 9 months

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WHAGSTSHSJSOXJD

It was Erica’s Birthday 🥳🌼💛

While she looks ethereal as usual, I did not expect to see blonde Aoto this fine morning. Curious if it’s super temp or if he’ll have to wear a wig from now on. In an interview, I recall only him, Taisei, and Masashi not having to wear wigs, (not sure if Yuzuki wears one, my guess was extensions but she might be wearing a wig- especially since she got a hair cut recently and 😮‍💨 she’s so fine 💜).

But if his character just becomes blonde, it’ll be the end of me that’s fs 💀

They’re all kinds of adorable.

crying a river because of all of them rn.

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aemiron-main · 1 month

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Charles’ Red Sweatervest vs Henward’s Red Sweatervest

So, I know I already talked at some point on here about the fact that Charles’ moustache is actually a “wig”/fake moustache & so giving him the Scott-esque stache is definitely an intentional character choice-

-but Charles ALSO had a red sweatervest in S4, just like Henward, while ALSO wearing a grid shirt that reminds me a lot of Owens’ shirt:

And also, S2 Erica’s shirt in the breakfast scene is extremely similar to El’s rose shirt at the end of s4 (duringn a scene where we get a closeup of Charles reading a newspaper, of course):

Anyway! I’m just staring at the sinclairs like. what’s Up with you guys??? especially with the chuck e’s in love thing in TFS (which, that song was written about a guy named Charles Edward) being said towards Charles….

Is that red sweatervest “Henry” actually Edward??? And what’s going on with the Sinclairs and all of the weird subtext vibes happening bere??

#stranger things #charles sinclair #erica sinclair

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mofffun · 8 months

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tidbits from Erica's instalive/space (20 Aug):

S2 starts ep27/Sept 3, together with Gotchard

New Look is her own hair. She needs to visit the salon every two or three weeks for maintenance because of the bleach (ssfriends.com described as "orange")

New Look lipstick is from Estee Lauder. A reddish pink called "Hana Yome" (Bride)

No panier to distinguish from the previous bubbly image for a more mature look with the asymmetric skirt

The cast's suggestions is considered determining the new looks

When Aoto and Yuzuki are done with their new haircut, she hardly recgonized them at first

played Moffun's Song on piano in Space

did a mimic of Kaguragi's lines in Space

There will be a very cool scene for Kaguragi in the future

Which role in King-ohger would you like to play other than your own? (laughs) Who? I want to try Racules. People are tools, I am the nation.

She wanted Chief Maid to get a name so she's really happy for it coming true

script that made her cry is ep26

ep26 also features the neck rhinestones Yuzuki arranged with her

neck rhinestones change the same time as the wig

Hair & makeup can take up to 30-40 minutes. She does most of her own makeup to save time. If she waits for the artist it could take an hour. Most of that time is for curling hair (since she's using her own hair rather than wig in S2)

When asked about favourite lines, there's a lot that she likes:

ep3: last line before her first henshin

ep14: I am strong as I am beautiful

ep25: about flowers withering as seeds for new life

a deleted scene in ep22. After Suzume moved Racules's coffin away, Yanma was puzzled if she ever loved him. Himeno responded with, "A woman's heart is an enigma, that's why it's beautiful", which just confused Yanma even more (he gave a なんだそれ face):

Yanma: 本気で惚れてねえか

Himeno: 女心の複雑さはわからないからこそ美しい

She also likes the dialogues for the other characters: Yanma's forthrightness, Kaguragi's schemes and Gira's determination like ep25 and the one from the film (I am going to protect it because it's a small happiness)

How do you memorise the script? I used to think a lot while reading, but now I just go through it and read it out by section. (re: madigi interview about getting better at understanding how the story evolves so the process of memorisation is smoother than before)

What roles do you want to try in the future? A kind mother or grandma. The grandma that nods and smiles and watches over you.

About "good at romance" in 10sec challenge: she answered this in panic to "what you like about Himeno". She really meant Himeno is good at detecting romance. Erica likes when Himeno get excited telling who likes who and how one person think of the other.

#murakami erica #himeno ran #kingohger #kingohger cast #myts

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two-red-lungs · 2 years

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“Kinda Like a Lich, Man”

(Eddie Munson Fix-It Drabble/Imagine)

The upside-down is... weird

Not just in the aesthetic sense. In the sense that it’s fucking weird. Everything moves. Everything breathes. The trees are meaty and the dust in the air looks suspiciously like spores

It’s all living, all connected. But, more importantly, everything is reused.

Everything.

So really it’s no wonder when Eddie Munson sits up in a cluster of fleshy black vines with a wheeze that he feels like awful, upcycled garbage.

Because the upside-down in weird. Nobody claims it’s pleasant

His hands go to his torso, first thing, feeling the frayed edges of shirt... and gooey, writhing, not-quite-flesh squirming around. Oily black pseudo abdominal muscles, where his belly used to be.

Patches of the same stuff are on his body like creeping vines: up his ribs, on the back of his neck

All the places the demobats stole flesh.

Huh, is his first thought. I’m pretty sure I should be dead.

He probably should.

But nothing goes to waste. And the animalistic, hungry hive-mind of this dimension clearly hated to see a perfectly good nervous system just decay without being utilized

When Eddie stands he feels it. feels it in the trees across the street, feels the ground expand and contract under him like lungs. He can vaguely tell there are demobats nearby. A demodog a mile off.

He... walks. Numbly. You’d be shell-shocked too if you sat up in a nest of sentient vines after getting eaten to death. The dude just Goes.

He peeks over at his trailer park and finds it fucking swarming with people in white protective suits waving wands around, carrying lights, and he pales and runs in the opposite direction. FUCK that.

Eddie’s at Hawkins High. Upside-down Hawkins High, and it’s all so fucking quiet and eerie and he’s alone and has no idea how long he’s even been gone for

He wonders if there is anything edible in the vending machines. He realizes right after that’s he’s not really... hungry. Or thirsty. Or tired, really.

But he does look really sick, in the trophy glass reflection. And not in a cool way either

All pale and veiny and dark-eyed, hair lank and nails bruised

Like he’s not really alive at all

Closer to a lich than anything. Huh. uh oh

Eddie’s having a this is fucked moment panicking on the bleachers in the gym, watching the swaths of sparkling lights and hearing the echoes of what he now realizes is a rescue center on the other side of reality

He can’t call Steve. Or Wheeler. Henderson thinks he’s fucking dead. The gates are swarmed with government big-wigs.

Eddie really, really wants help. Eddie is very fucking scared.

And the stuff on his body is growing. Pulsing, slow like a heart, and it’s not racing across him or anything but that vine was definitely a little smaller an hour ago

Now Eddie extra wants help and he’s muttering and pacing in the empty gym, thinking about who could he go to?? Who is the smartest, most perceptive, most quick-to-understand individual who stands an actual chance of seeing him???

Oh. Of course.

Eddie goes to Erica Sinclair’s house.

He walks. The weird sentient vines serving as his muscle groups don’t like the grinding bike gears.

He can hear the commotion even from another dimension. There are rifts everywhere. Poor Eddie has to dodge and weave like crazy, VERY stressful

And that’s not even accounting for the fact that sometimes his DemoParts will act of their own accord. spasming and shit

And the Sinclair house is is TURMOIL because of the earthquakes. And, you know, the Max thing. Yeah that’s rough for Eddie to hear about through upside-down whispers

But Erica’s in her room. Reading. You know, really burying herself in fiction right now because phewwwww she’s been thru a LOT.

Her nightlight glows. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

And it takes her a minute. At first it chills her. And then she remembers exactly who contacted her in that same way, all those days ago

Then Erica is SCRAMBLING off her bed and looking for Lucas, stealing his radio when she learns he’s out at the hospital.

“Hello, come in geek squad. Geek squad, do you read. This is a level one emergency.” (glances back at her buzzing night light) “You know how Dustin said his friend was dead? Yeah, well. You might want to actually make sure the body is still there. Because I’m pretty sure Eddie Munson is in my bedroom.”

#eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things s4 #stranger things spoilers #my writing #fix it

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