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once-upon-an-imagine · 2 years

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Sweet Child O’ Mine - Eddie Munson

A/N: aaahhh it looks like I’m on a roll for some reason xD I just wanna say that I loved this request however... I really tried to understand D&D but I honestly couldn’t, I did my mest and I just grabbed a few info from the internet insead so please don’t hate me :)

Request - lunamadhatter99 asked: Oohhhh you're the sweetest of them all, I swear!❤️❤️ My request is basically Eddie x shy!Reader (yeah.. I love the thrope😅), the reader is friends with the gang (is the same age as Nancy, so is still in school and all that you know) and it's all set when they're looking for Eddie and when they finds him the reader is sorted to "guard him" You know, make sure he's not wandering around. And like Eddie tries to tease her to ease the tension and at some point he finds out she'd like to play DnD but too scared to even approach the group and... yeah.. too specific? Thank you for letting me send a request hun❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: spoilers for S4E2&3; also my very bad attempt at writing for a reader that plays D&D once again, I apologize; reader wears glasses (mentioned a couple of times) and she had a stuttered when a kid and still does when nervous; I think that’s it :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :D gif isn’t mine :)

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Sweet Child O’ Mine

She's got a smile that it seems to me Reminds me of childhood memories Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky

“Okay. Well, that's settled. I guess he's not here-” Steve started but got interrupted.

“Eddie!” Dustin yelled, banging on the door. “It's Dustin!”

“Dustin, we’re kind of try to keep a low profile here” you reminded him.

Once again, you were tangled up in this mess. The things from the Upside Down were back. You were still unsure how you got tangled up in all this, really. It was just the wrong place at the wrong time. When you found your neighbor, Dustin Henderson, and his friend, Steve Harrington, haunting demo-dogs. Whatever the hell they were. You were still unsure. But ever since then you became part of the group. Want it or not. You knew some of them, like Jonathan. And you knew Dustin and his friends since you sometimes used to babysit for Mrs. Henderson. Although you had to admit, it gave you a really cool friend, like Steve Harrington, which is something you couldn’t think possible in a million years since he was a jerk in high school. And with Steve came Robin, who was even cooler so… things were pretty good. But this was way out of your league.

Now, here you were once again, looking for Eddie Munson, the lead of Hellfire Club because he was being accused of killing Chrissy Cunningham. You knew Chrissy, she was one of the kindest people in the school. And as horrible as what happened to her was, you knew for a fact that Eddie had nothing to do with it. Not only because you all knew this whole Upside Down thing a little too well. But because you knew Eddie. Kind of. He was one of the only people at school to be nice to you. He may have a very outspoken personality, but deep down, you were sure he was just a big teddy bear. Or you would like to believe that due to the very few interactions you had with him. And the fact that you might have a crush on him had nothing to do with it. Or so you told yourself.

“Look, we just wanna talk, okay? No cops, I swear. We just wanna help” Dustin tried.

“Yeah, that sounds convincing” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Fine, why don’t we split and look for him?” Robin asked. “We can go this way, and you can go that way” she suggested.

Max, Robin, and Dustin went the other way as you and Steve decided to go over to what looked like an abandoned boathouse.

“Jesus, what a dump” Steve complained as we looked around.

“Yeah, I really doubt that a drug dealer’s priority right now is to keep his boathouse clean” you said as he started poking the boat in the middle with an oar. “What are you doing?“

“He might be in here” he explained as if it was obvious.

“So take the tarp off” you suggested.

“If you're so brave, you take the tarp off!”

“Well, what are you going to do? Get him with your oar?”

“You know, I know you think you're being funny, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slight-”

Steve was suddenly cut off by a loud scream and Eddie jumping from underneath the tarp, pushing him against the wall, with a broken bottle on his neck.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!”

“Holy shit!” you muttered, walking slowly closer to them. “Whoa, whoa, Eddie!” you tried to get his attention. “Eddie, stop” you said, getting him to look at you, but he still had the broken glass against Steve’s throat. You felt your heart beating faster than you ever had before. He looked terrified. “Eddie, please, just listen to me” you tried. “I’m (Y/N). You know me from school” you continued. “We have some classes together. Y-you have helped me in Math sometimes a-and you borrowed my pencil in English, and one time you said that my notebook was cool because it had doodles of characters of The Lord Of The Rings, do you remember that?” you started thinking of anything that might get him to trust you and not hurt Steve. But at the same time, you felt a little embarrassed that these were very big moments in your life and he might not even remember them. “W-we just want to help you” you said, nervously. “This is S-Steve” you said, with your hands still up in surrender to let him know you had no intention of hurting him. “He’s not going to hurt you and neither am I” you stuttered.

“Right. Yeah” Steve managed to say.

“Steve, why don't you drop the oar?” you said, and Steve widened his eyes at you.

“I don’t think-”

“STEVE!” you snapped and he quickly dropped it.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, still not letting go of Steve.

“We're looking for you” you told him. “We're here to help” you told him. “We’re here with Dustin, you know him. He’s in your Hellfire Club” you suggested and he started lowering the bottle just a little.

“Henderson’s here?”

“Yes” you and Steve said at the same time. Eddie was about to let his guard down but pointed the broken glass at Steve’s neck again when he heard a noise coming from outside.

“Eddie!” you heard Dustin’s voice coming in. “Holy shit! Eddie, I’m so glad you’re fine! Eddie, we’re here to help you!” he said, getting closer to you. “These are my friends. You know Robin, from band. This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play D&D. And you know (Y/N)! I know you do because you always know where she seats at lunch” he said, making you feel your cheeks burning a little. “Eddie. We're on your side. I swear on my mother. Right, guys?”

“Yes. Yes. We swear” Max and Steve said at the same time.

“On Dustin's mother” Robin added.

“Yeah, Dustin's… Dustin's mother” Max mumbled.

Everyone was too afraid to move at this point, not knowing if Eddie would believe you. But he locked eyes with you for barely a minute before he started lowering the bottle and let Steve go. Eddie sat down on the edge of the boat and looked down. He seemed terrified and… defeated. Dustin started to walk closer to him and you followed his lead.

“Eddie” you said softly and he turned to look at you. He had tears in his eyes and you felt your heart breaking. “We just want to talk. Okay?”

“We want to know what happened” Dustin said.

“A-and we want to help you” you added.

“You won't believe me” Eddie said in a low tone.

“Try us” Max tells him.

You noticed Eddie’s hand shaking and you remembered how scared the first time you saw the demo-dogs you were. Whatever Eddie had seen must have been horrible. You had seen the horrible things that these creatures did. You had seen Billy Hargrove die last summer. He wasn’t someone that you were fond of but still, seeing him die the way he did, changed you forever. So you gained all the courage you had in you and you held Eddie’s hand. He looked at you with his deep brown eyes and a few tears escaped his eyes. He then started telling us his whole story. Starting when Chrissy came over to him to buy drugs. How he brought her back to his trailer because she wanted something stronger. And how she died right in front of him. The way he described it made your skin crawled. It sounded even worse than any of you had seen before.

“Her body just, like… lifted up into the air, and uh-” he said, with his voice breaking a little. “And she just, like… hung there” he continued. “In the air. And…” he stopped, taking a deep breath. “And her bones… Uh, she… Her bones started to snap” he said, crying. “And her eyes, man. It… It was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling” he said, closing his eyes. “I… I didn't know what to do, so I… I ran away” he finished. He then turned to look at all of us with silent tears running down his cheeks. “You all think I'm crazy, right?

“No” Dustin assured him. “We don't think you're crazy” he said.

“Don't bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds” Eddie said, getting up and letting go of you.

“Eddie, we're not bullshitting you” Max tried to convince him.

“We believe you” you said, getting up and looking between everyone in the room. Steve and Dustin nodding at you. “Look, what we’re about to tell you might be a little… difficult to take” you said and he turned to look at you.

“Okay” he said, confused.

“You know how people say Hawkins is… cursed?” Dustin started and Eddie nodded hesitantly. “They're not… way off�� he continued. “There's another world… A world hidden beneath Hawkins” he explained, and you were actually grateful he was there because you wouldn’t have any idea of how to explain any of this. “Sometimes it bleeds into ours” he said.

“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie asked, confused.

“There are some things worse than ghosts” you muttered and he looked at you sadly.

“These… monsters” Dustin continued. “From this other world… we thought they were gone. But they've come back before” he explained.

“That's why we needed to find you” Max said. “If they're back again, we need to know” she told him.

“That night, did you see anything?” Robin asked. “Dark particles, maybe?”

“It would almost look like dust, swirling dust” Dustin described.

“No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh… or touch” Eddie said. “You know, I tried to wake her, man” he said with his voice breaking a little. “She couldn't move. It was like she… she was in a trance or something” he explained.

“Or under a spell” Dustin said, looking at you.

“A curse” you suggested.

“Vecna's curse” Eddie said, nodding at Dustin.

"Wait, who's Vecna?" Steve asked, confused.

"A spell caster" you told him, but it only confused him more.

"An undead creature of great power" Dustin added.

"A dark Wizard" you finished.

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“Okay, so this seems more fucked up than usual” Steve said as we left the boathouse to come up with a plan.

“Come on… is not that bad” you said, unconvincingly. “Is it?”

“Did you not just hear the same thing we did?” Robin asked.

“Yeah, okay, we’re fucked” you sighed. “So, what do we do?”

“Well, right now, we can go get some things for Eddie while we figure this out” Max suggested.

“Right” Dustin agreed. “Only I think one of us should stay here with him” he said, looking at you.

“I agree, and I think it should be you” Steve smirked at you.

“Second it” Max smiled.

“Third” Robin added.

“What? Me? W-why me?”

“Because you were basically the one who calmed him down” Dustin explained.

“That’s not true, he calmed down when you came in-”

“Not true, he calmed down when you started telling him all about how he helps you in Math and he borrowed your pencil and he likes your doodle-” Steve mocked you.

“Alright, shut up” you rolled your eyes. “Fine, I’ll stay with Eddie” you said and Dustin handed you one of the walkie-talkies.

“That thing’s got batteries in it, right?” Steve asked him and Dustin looked genuinely offended.

“I’m not even answering that question” he said. “Yes, Steve! It has batteries!” he said, as he walked over to the car with Max and Dustin.

“Hey” Steve called you. “Be safe, okay?” he said, kissing your head.

“You too. Take care of your kids-”

“Our kids!”

“Whatever” you laughed before walking back to the boathouse.

“Aren’t you going with them?” Eddie asked, confused when you walked inside.

“Um- d-do you w-want me to leave?”

“No!” he said a little too quickly. “I just… well, I didn’t think you would want to… be around me” he said looking down.

“I d-don’t mind” you said with a shy smile, sitting next to him. “I a-actually um-” you sighed.

“What?”

“Nothing”

“No. What is it?” he asked softly.

“W-well, I don’t really know why I always feel a bit calmer when y-you’re around” you said, looking away, feeling your cheeks burning.

Eddie’s smile was bigger than you had ever seen it when he made you look back at him. “Yeah?”

“Y-yeah” you assured him.

“You would probably be the first one” he said, sadly.

“That’s not true” you told him. “I know Dustin and Mike look up to you” you said with a small smile. “And all of your Hellfire friends-”

“Why do you, though?” he asked, curiously. “I mean, is not like we’re exactly friends” he said, regretting it the moment the smile fell off your face.

“Oh” you said, feeling your cheeks burning even more.

“N-no, I didn’t mean it like that- I just- shit!” he said, closing his eyes. “Sorry, I meant that… I’m glad that you do b-because most people don’t but… I’m glad you do- this doesn’t make sense, does it?”

“It kind of does” you nodded. “And well, to answer your question, you helped me one time that Andy pushed me off a swing when I was like six years old and he broke my glasses” you said, looking away. He obviously wouldn’t remember that.

“You remember that?” he asked, nervously.

“Y-yeah, of course, I do” you said, looking back at him. “And that wasn’t really the only time, you’ve always kind of… made them back off whenever they… did something stupid” you said, shyly. “I wouldn’t really expect you to remember b-but it m-meant a lot to me” you confessed.

“I remember” he said, quietly.

“Y-you don’t” you chuckled.

“Yeah, of course, I do. I thought you were the prettiest girl with glasses I had ever seen... I still do” he told you, making your cheeks burn impossibly further. “And then I kind of wanted to get your attention but you never really seemed to talk back to me so I thought… maybe you also thought I was a freak too-”

“No” you said, grabbing his hand. “I’ve never thought that” you assured him. “I just… I don’t really talk to anyone” you admitted. “When I was younger I had a really bad stutter” you said, looking away. “I’m better now, although it still comes up when I’m n-nervous” you said. “Kids would make fun of me a lot so I just… kind of stopped talking altogether” you explained. “S-sorry if I didn’t talk back, I just… you were one of the few people to be nice to me and I didn’t want you to s-stop because of that” you said.

“I’m sorry” he said, squeezing your hand. “You can give me the names of those jerks and I’d gladly hunt them down” he said, making you chuckle.

“H-how are you doing?”

“Well, all things considered… not that bad” he sighed.

“Eddie” you said, in a serious tone. “I don’t know exactly what you saw but… I know how scary these things can be” you told him.

“You said that… there were some things worse than ghosts” he said. “W-what did you mean by that?” he asked, worriedly. “What did you see?” You sighed, feeling your eyes water. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t-”

“No, it’s okay” you told him. “You know how um… there was a fire in Starcourt mall last summer?” you asked and he nodded.

“The one where Billy Hargrove died?” he asked.

“Right” you said.

“There was no fire, was there?”

“Not exactly” you explained, telling him everything that happened that night and how you had seen Billy die. “I mean… I know Billy wasn’t exactly a nice person and… we weren’t close or anything but… still… seeing him… seeing anyone… die like that” you sighed. “And Chrissy was nice, so I can only assume how much worse it was for you-”

“I left her there” he said, with a few tears escaping his eyes. “I didn’t know what to do so I just… ran and… left her” he told you.

“Eddie, you did what you had to do” you told him. “If you would have stayed there then… most likely the police would have gotten there and… I don’t think they would have believed you” you explained. “But we do and we are going to help you. I promise” you assured him. “I mean, you can think of this as the Hellfire campaign, The Cult of Vecna” you said. “Except you wouldn’t be the Dungeon Master in this one, you’d be out there with the rest of us and we’re just starting. So, we have to figure out our strategy but we are definitely going to stand our ground and fight with you” you told him.

“Wait, how do you know about The Cult of Vecna?” he asked, confused.

“Oh, Dustin and Mike told me about it, it sounded really cool. I heard they got Erica to sub for Lucas and they had a great time” you smiled.

“Wait, you know Dungeons and Dragons?” he asked, impressed.

“Of course, I do” you smiled, shyly. “Who do you think taught these kids about it?”

“You’re shitting me” he chuckled.

“Nope. Bought Dustin his first D&D board for his eighth birthday” you explained.

“Well, what’s your class and level?”

“I don’t wanna say” you said, feeling your cheeks burning.

“Come on, why not?”

“Why not? You’re a Dungeon Master, you’re gonna make fun of me” you chuckled.

“I would never make fun of you. Especially for playing D&D” he promised. “I swear, I would not make fun of you, princess” he said with a smile. That smile that he always gave you whenever he helped you, that always melted your heart.

“Fine. My name is Athena, and I am lawful good, fighter 16 and cleric 16” you muttered.

“Shit, seriously?”

“Yeah” you nodded.

“That is so cool! Athena, like the goddess of war and wisdom?”

“Yeah, I was into Greek mythology when I started playing so…” you said.

“So, how come you have never come to a Hellfire meeting? It sounds like you could beat anyone’s ass” he laughed.

“Um, Mike and Dustin have actually asked me to join a couple of times” you admitted, feeling your cheeks burn.

“Why haven’t you?”

“I don’t know” you smiled shyly.

“Do we scare you?” he mocked with a smirk.

“N-no! O-of course, not” you assured him.

“I’m just messing with you, princess” he smiled and you sighed relieved.

“You all seem really nice… it’s just… like I said… I have trouble t-talking to people sometimes” you explained.

“Well, if you decide to… and for the record, I think you should” he said. “I’m sure everyone would be happy to welcome you in” he smiled.

“R-really, y-you think I should?” you asked, happily.

“Yeah, I do” he smiled. “I meant what I said, princess. I’ve always thought you were the prettiest girl I’d seen” he said. “I still do, and I also really like your Lord Of the Rings doodles, I mean it makes you like one hundred times cooler” he smiled, making you smile too. “That’s why I kind of always tried to get your attention but… I didn’t think you’d like a big dork like me” he said.

“I think I’m a bigger dork” you chuckled.

“Well, you’re a prettier dork, for sure” he smiled.

You could have sworn that he was leaning in, and before you could stop yourself you were too. It was a sweet, short kiss that was interrupted when you heard something outside, making you jump apart.

“Oh, shit” you said, getting up. “Tarp! Tarp!” you pointed and Eddie quickly started getting in the boat when the door opened.

“Fuck!”

“Jesus” you said, placing a hand on your chest when you saw Dustin, Robin, Max, and Steve at the door with bags in their hands.

“Delivery service” Dustin smiled innocently.

“You guys couldn’t think of a better way to make an entrance?” you asked as you helped Eddie out of the boat.

“So we got, uh, some good news and some bad news” Dustin said, walking inside and handing him the bags. “How do you prefer it?”

“Bad news first, always” Eddie replied.

“All right. Bad news. We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they're definitely looking for you” he said.

“Also, they're, uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy” Steve said.

“Like, 100% kind of convinced” Max added.

“Subtle, guys” you said as you turned to look at Eddie. His expression was a mix of defeat, fear, and sadness altogether. “What about the good news?”

“Your name hasn't gone public yet” Robin said.

“Okay, so, that’s good. That’s a good thing” you tried to cheer him a little.

“Yes, but if we found out about you, it's a matter of time before others do” Steve said.

“And once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for you” Robin added.

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie said, sadly.

“Exactly” Robin replied.

“Robin!” you snapped a little.

“Shit” Eddie muttered.

“You're not a freak, Eddie. We’re gonna fix this okay?”

“Yes! We are, I mean before that happens, we find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence” Dustin suggested.

“That's all, Dustin? That's all?” Eddie asked, sarcastically.

“Yeah, no, that's pretty much it” Dustin replied as if it was no big deal.

“Listen, Eddie, I know everything Dustin is saying sounds… totally delusional, but we've actually been through this before” you said, holding his hand. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the group.

“I mean, they have a… a few times, and… and I have once. Mine was more human-flesh-based, theirs was more smoke-related-” Robin rambled.

“But the bottom line is” you cut her off. “Collectively, I really feel we got this” you said, trying to encourage him.

“We usually rely on this girl who has superpowers. But, uh, those went bye-bye, so…” Steve said.

“So we're technically in more of the-” Dustin continued.

“Brainstorming phase” Max finished for him.

“Brainstorming, yeah” Robin added.

“Right” you smiled wearily at Eddie. “There… There's nothing to worry about” you said unconvincingly until you heard police sirens outside.

“Tarp!” Steve said.

“Tarp. Tarp!” Dustin said as Eddie got back in the boat and everyone helped place the tarp on him. But the police cars seemed to continue down the road.

“Are they… headed to the trailer park?” you asked.

“Looks like it” Steve said.

“Let’s go” Dustin said. “We’ll come back with more news okay, just stay hidden” he said, but Eddie walked over to you.

“Go with them” he said.

“What? N-no, I don’t want to leave you here alone-”

“No, I don’t want-” he sighed, sadly. “If they find me, I don’t want anything to happen to you. You’ll be safer with them. Please go. I’ll be okay, I promise, I’ll have the walkie-talkie” he said, grabbing it from your hand.

“Are you sure?” you asked, still not wanting to leave him alone.

“Yes. Please, princess” he said with his huge puppy eyes.

“Okay” you caved. “Just… stay safe, okay? Please?” you begged.

“I promise” he smiled, kissing your head. “Hey, uh-” he said, pulling you back for a moment and placing his hand on the back of his neck. “After this is um- all d-done, would you maybe like to uh- I don’t know, come to a Hellfire m-meeting?”

“M-me? Really?”

“Y-yeah, I mean, if you want to. Although you practically should, you might be better at D&D than any of the members” he chuckled. “And then maybe, I don’t know, we can get something to eat or… something?”

“Like… a date?” you asked, feeling your cheeks burning.

“Yeah” Eddie smiled. “I m-mean, if you would… like that” he said.

“It’s a date” you smiled before he leaned down to kiss you.

The End

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A/N: just so everyone knows EVERYONE in this story lived happily ever after and you and Eddie went on your date... thanks for coming to my tedtalk, I hope you liked it :D

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson oneshot

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widgenstain · 6 years

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Haven’t done that in a while, have I?

It by Stephen King

Rating: 1/10

Review:

Urgh, this dumpster fire… This dumb book blocked up my nightly readings for far too long, I was so ready to abandon it at points but eventually hate read powered through because some masochistic parts of me still wanted to know how it ended. This goes right on top of the list of garbage I read/watched/did for James.

It also is a prime example for why I usually steer away from long novels or fics. It’s not that I can’t read them, I read a ton for work and yes, they’re huge books, but it takes some tremendous skill to fill 1000 pages of a novel and keep it interesting and/or non-repetitive throughout. It’s what amazed me so about Gaiman’s American Gods, my copy has 640 pages and not one, NOT ONE of them is too much.

My copy of IT has 1376 pages and honest to god, you could have easily scratched 800 of them and it still would have been the same goddamn story. 300 pages alone are basically “and then he told his friends what the reader just read”. SO UNNECESSARY!!

Like, if it contributed anything to the world or character building, ok, I could have dealt with that, BUT IT DIDN’T! The characters and their arcs are established pretty early on, partially through proper character building, partially through the time-jumps, but quite often through blatant tell-not-show.

King spells everything out SO many times, through so many weird analogies or metaphors, I mean, WOW! Eddie the momma’s boy, Stan the Jewish one who’s a bit obscure due to dying early on, Ben the sensible fat one who becomes a main character but sort of doesn’t, Richie the “funny” one (I swear if I had a nickel for every time King writes “they laughed” when absolutely nothing funny happened, I’d be very very rich), Bill the shameless heroic author insert who couldn’t be more of a textbook definition of Marty Stu if he tried, and Boobs, who will get her own paragraph in this rant. Mike is the one who actually gets off the best, I did like his first-person interludes, how they build his investigative and questioning nature and what they did to the overall story.

Which brings me to the structure: I don’t mind time-jumps nor changing perspectives, I actually love them if done well, and they’re not TERRIBLE here (they do make sense for the message), but King way too often feels the need to interrupt a scene at a suspenseful point only to retell most of it when he gets back to the scene. Most of the side characters suffer from that, foremost Henry Bowers and Tom. It gives the story this episodical feel “He ran. He made it out. This time. IT would get him soon.” DUN DUN DUUUUUN and when we cut back he’s running again!

This works once, twice or even thrice but gets SO TIRING if done every.other.chapter! This is a problem I have with many long fanfictions, where it actually does make sense, since the author publishes the chapters separately and tries to keep the reader engaged, yet I STILL don’t like it. And in a published book?! @clickthefrog mentioned that there’s a good chance that King wrote this super high on a plethora of drugs and OOHHHH YEAH, I can totally see that happening, but I wonder if his editor was sitting next to him and doing lines from the same damned pile of coke.

Someone really needed to go over this and cut it down to its essentials. Which aren’t bad, I did like the monster, I did like IT, the whole idea of Derry just being infested by it was great, some of the horror elements are genuinely disturbing and I GET the fascination with Pennywise and the other manifestations. Not all of IT makes sense imho but not everything in horror has to and those scenes were perfectly fine. But they make up like 10% of the book!!

The rest is Beverly’s tits.

Jesus HOLY-OBJECTIFICATION-BATMAN-MOTHERFUCKER! I am NOT exaggerating when I say that every time the focus shifts to her, there’s a remark on how hot she is. Which I MAYBE would be ok with when she is an adult, but it happens to the 11-year-old girl as well! If I had a nickel for every time her “small breasts” or naked skin or seductive red hair is mentioned and how the boys want to touch her, I’d be even richer. I mean, there is adoration and growing sexual obsession through the eyes of PRE-TEEN boys, and there is creepy as fuck objectification through the eyes of the author.

And yeah, I bet you’ve all heard of that scene… Look, I don’t mind fucked-up things in fiction, I’ve read things way worse than what happens here but context and build-up freaking matter. I cannot shake the feeling that King delights in and gets-off on putting Beverly though sexualised,violent shit, what happens with her father, her husband, Jesus Christ, that terrible sex scene with Bill (he makes her cum twice with the thrusts of his mighty penis… two good things came out of this: James and Jessica getting it on for my viewing pleasure and the knowledge that I, a fucking foreigner with limited English skills, can write better sex scenes than a best-selling American author. GO ME!!) and it’s all fine, it’s a horror story, we all love putting our favourite characters through terrible and humiliating things sometimes, I get it, we cool.

But after these scenes that clearly establish that King has a thing for Beverly, that 11-year old girl makes five of her male friends fuck her because… she loves them and that will build a connection? Uhmmm? What the fuck?! I get that she’s fucked-up because of her father, but the way it’s written, the obsession with the non-working baby dicks and how she feels pleasure and cums when Ben shoves in his grown-man thing… Whow! Gross! Ew ew ew, this is wrong and it would be wrong if it was written well too.

Anyway, gross child sex scenes aside, if you couldn’t tell yet: I’m pissed I paid for this book (they only had the German version in the Open Book Case) and I’m pissed that even more people will pay for it.

A friend of mine has that theory that as soon as a book makes it to the piles at the front of an airport book shop, the author is set for life. People see it when they’re bored, they recognise the title, so they buy it and read bits of it. These are people who usually do not read much, so they have no comparisons, they often don’t even finish the book but they remember that they’ve had it in hand so they talk about it. These books sell, they make a movie, even more people know of the title and buy it because they recognise it but who knows how many of them actually read it; it absolutely doesn’t matter how bad the book is, it keeps on selling. That’s my theory with IT because there is no fucking other explanation why this got so successful.

The movies definitely helped, I haven’t watched either movie yet (parts of the old one on TV, but never the full movie), I most likely will before IT2 comes out, they’re supposedly not as unintentionally creepy or borderline paedo pornographic as the book, so I’ll give them a try. Not gonna pay for them though, nope, not a chance. :P

#widge reads books #read in English #not gonna tag that because I will lose enough followers with this already xD #totally can see why James accepted this though #everything where he can wade through a ton of sticky gore and look like he'd jumped into a blender #there is a long sweary rant under the cut #fair warning

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