#rip hawkins

[imaslutforcuddles]

Antsy (preview)

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Your someone who has always had mental issues, you just got into Hawkins high. You promised yourself you wouldn’t use drugs as a coping skill, but that promise died a long time ago. You go looking for a dealer and find Eddie. Eddie may be a ‘heartless’ dealer but he knows when someone’s hurting.

Warnings: swearing, depression, self hatred, sensitive topics, mention of drugs, smoking, hurt people connecting through trauma.

A/N: SLAY BITCH the day is finally here when I’ve come out of my shell and started writing some more goodies! I got myself sucked into Stranger things years ago but just now developed a love for a new addition the directors have made to the series. This is a bit based off the song Antsy by UPSHAL. The reader is new, but you can imagine them as any age. I made this a mainly platonic blurb between reader and Eddie but you can take it anyway you want. I’m willing to make a part two if people want one.

I went to the doctor, asked him for pills He told me to try just simply breathing

Your first year in Hawkins high, and you were absolutely mortified. With shaking hands you opened the cafeteria doors, you cursed under your breath for forgetting to grab your medication on the way to school.

Walking around you noticed how ‘normal’ this school was, how there were groups on every table and they all seamed to like the same things. That made you want to puke, labels always made you anxious. You started walking back towards the exit doors, all the people grossing your guts, when your eyes were caught with another bright pair of brown ones. The kid smiled brightly patting the seat next to him, showing you that you were welcome to sit with him and his friends. You moved forward when a jock stopped in front of you, “Are you sure you want to sit with those freaks?” You smiled weakly as your throat clenched. Your inside jumped when you felt a hand land on your shoulder, “Hey Jason how about you walk off and talk to your girlfriend instead of other girls.” A boy said from behind you, holding onto the hand on your shoulder you moved your head up and down. “Yeah pretty sure she would love for you to be loyal.”

The blond boy walked off with a huff, you turned around to see who got you out of that awkward situation. Realizing his hand was still connected to you, you slapped it away. “Don’t touch me again dingus.” He laughed bouncing his brown curly hair he raised his hands up in defense, “Damn girl, your breath is too hot don’t burn me!”

My stomach's in knots and I'm physically ill

You groaned a little and reached down to your stomach, causing the boy to frown.

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 That’s it! (for now hehe, hope yall like it so far it’ll be out soon enough I swear)

[redmyeyes]

❝ Dear Mary ❞ , FELLOW TRAVELERS 1.02

[strawberri-draws]

*banging pots and pans* ARGYLE APPRECIATION!!! HE IS THE TRUE RIDE OR DIE FRIEND!! LITERALLY!!!

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_889 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[kabukiaku]

*is a few days late* WHO CARES!! Happy 20 Anniversary Treasure Planet!!

I have always cherished this movie and will continue to do so! 🏴‍☠️🌠🌟

[arbor-tristis]

The symbolism of Hawk wanting his clothes folded during sex.........he can never lose himself completely......he always has to be mindful..... because when the hookup is over and he has to put his clothes back on........ and leave....... He made sure nobody would be able to tell what he has been up to.......... So he was never able to let himself go and rip and throw his clothes across the room in passion........ because he is never able to stop Thinking.....about the way he is perceived.............by People...........he is always so cautious..........so hyperaware........so methodical.......even through unshakeable desire........Hawkins Fuller

[imgonnagetkilledbynutstink]

Why hasn't anyone edited Tim and Hawk to Good Luck, Babe! yet???

[steveharrington]

i just think it’s funny how the overarching message of st is that it’s okay to be different and even if it feels alienating you will always be able to find people like you to form your own version of family. and then the duffers straight up said yeah eddie was doomed because hawkins could never accept him so he had to literally die at the age of 20 there’s no way around it :/

[a-shadowedvales]

when jane's powers return in season four (and because they were regained by her confronting and accepting her past, rather than being retraumatised with it!) they're stronger than they ever were. when she starts getting a handle back on them, she very quickly comes to realise not only have they affected her, but her mother, too. one of the biggest losses that came about with her losing them was the fact that she could no longer visit terry in the void; while there was no real communication there, it did allow jane to sit with her, and gain a little more connection than she could in the real world. when she first visits the void after their return, it takes her three hours to find terry, something that is both unexpected and incredibly worrying. but when she does, it's something of a miracle. jane's increased strength and control over the void actually wakes terry up from her catatonic state, but only in the void. there's no way to help her mother physically, but she does do so (unbeknownst to her) mentally. terry is reborn in jane's newfound control over the vale of shadows; she becomes the woman she once was, and while her body remains frozen in a "good dream", her mind connected to jane's own allows her some freedom. jane is able to speak to her mother in the void, is able to be held by her, and while it's still unfair and jane cannot stay in there forever, it's something. this only lasts for about eight months, as each visit slowly begins deteriorating terry's physical and mental state, and jane's health begins declining after spending hours upon hours in the void each and every day.

when jane finds out these visits are actually killing her mother on the outside, she deems to stop, but terry expresses the importance of them being able to speak, that she'd prefer to die on the outside, if it meant she could have just a few months with her daughter like this. terry and jane's connection was always so strong, which ultimately led to terry "waking up" in the void, but even jane's newfound strength cannot save her from the harsh realities. each visit nearing the end of those eight months, terry fades more and more, becomes weaker in the void, and her real body eventually gives up. jane's in the void when her mother eventually passes on, and physically feels their connection weaken, like some part of her suddenly becomes lost in the shadows, a part she'll never find again. jane falls into a depressive state for weeks after her mother's death, given she's technically lost her a second time, but soon comes to realise she was lucky to have even shared those eight months together. it was better than nothing at all. there is a proper burial and funeral, (and when jane dies, she's buried next to her mother) which allows jane some sense of closure. she never fully recovers from losing terry, nor from the fact that she never had a proper relationship with her, but she does eventually find some peace with it all.

[imaslutforcuddles]

Antsy

Eddie Munson x Reader 

Summary: Your someone who has always had mental issues, you just got into Hawkins high. You promised yourself you wouldn’t use drugs as a coping skill, but that promise died a long time ago. You go looking for a dealer and find Eddie. Eddie may be a ‘heartless’ dealer but he knows when someone’s hurting.

Warnings: swearing, depression, mention of self harm, self hatred, sensitive topics, mention of drugs, smoking, hurt people connecting through trauma.

A/N: AND DONE. I’m sorry this took way to damn long to finish and post, I’m a little sick at the moment so I haven’t been able to make this a priority but I’m glad to say; here she is....  This is a bit based off the song Antsy by UPSHAL. The reader is new, but you can imagine them as any age. I made this a mainly platonic blurb between reader and Eddie but you can take it anyway you want. I’m willing to make a part two if people want one.

I went to the doctor, asked him for pills He told me to try just simply breathing

Your first year in Hawkins high, and you were absolutely mortified. With shaking hands you opened the cafeteria doors, you cursed under your breath for forgetting to grab your medication on the way to school.

Walking around you noticed how ‘normal’ this school was, how there were groups on every table and they all seamed to like the same things. That made you want to puke, labels always made you anxious. You started walking back towards the exit doors, all the people grossing your guts, when your eyes were caught with another bright pair of brown ones. The kid smiled brightly patting the seat next to him, showing you that you were welcome to sit with him and his friends. You moved forward when a jock stopped in front of you, “Are you sure you want to sit with those freaks?” You smiled weakly as your throat clenched. Your inside jumped when you felt a hand land on your shoulder, “Hey Jason how about you walk off and talk to your girlfriend instead of other girls.” A boy said from behind you, holding onto the hand on your shoulder you moved your head up and down. “Yeah pretty sure she would love for you to be loyal.” 

The blond boy walked off with a huff, you turned around to see who got you out of that awkward situation. Realizing his hand was still connected to you, you slapped it away. “Don’t touch me again dingus.” He laughed bouncing his brown curly hair he raised his hands up in defense, “Damn girl, your breath is too hot don’t burn me!”

My stomach's in knots and I'm physically ill

You groaned a little and reached down to your stomach, causing the boy to frown.

But I'm sure it's not what I've been taking

“Please don’t worry about me,” you smiled up at the senior. “I just haven’t had my daily weed dose.” You smiled and laughed as his face went blank, “Wait actually?” He asked, you grinned and took a deep breath to calm down. “Yeah it helps with my nerve, I’m not a druggie I swear.” You said holding your arms up in defense.

The world is on fire I'm so fucking tired And equally wired, so

He grinned and asked, “Do you need any cause’ I can hook you up later?” You looked at him wide eyed, “Fuck yes I do.” “Alright meet me outside after school.” 

Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain When toxic shit tastes just like candy?                                                              And love might be lit But I'm scared of what it might demand of me

The whole day had gone by painfully slow, and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on a joint of some kind. You head full of hate towards yourself was just to much to bear these days. The excessive cutting wasn’t a good reliever either because the excuse of a ‘cat’ scratching you was getting to annoying to repeat daily. Apparently people paid more attention than you had thought, and it was giving you a fucking migraine. At first you were skeptical about taking weed everyday because drugs had been so bad in your family history, but after a while it became to hard to just pass on. The high would get rid of any bad thoughts, you would just float in pure bliss. The edibles were really tasty too, one time when you were younger you had gone to the ER due to overdosing on edibles, thinking they were candy. 

You had tried to hide the pain in love at one point, but it was a complete blow-out. The person had used you for their own personal reasons and dumped you when it became an inconvenience for their schedule. Trust was something that was hard to come by for you, so when you finally had given it away and it was torn it two. That hole just stitched itself back up, stronger than ever before. Your too afraid to live in the love, and you instead trust the high and sweet, sweet, release the weed gives you.

Sure it creates more pent up anger and hurt and it will definitely wear off on how fast you were abusing it, but hey, at least it helped? Right?

No wonder I’m antsy.

Walking over to the table where Munson had promised to meet you came faster that you had originally thought, because before you knew it, you were sitting on the cold wood of the drug dealers dealing spot. You had kept your head down low, making sure to just keep your focus toward the ground incase anyone passed by. Sitting down on the bench was honestly quite nice to what you had thought it was going to feel like. You planned sitting on a soggy prickly harsh bench, but this one felt like a smoother build. 

As you only paid attention to the wood beneath you, the boy made his way to you. He reached his hand out tapping your shoulder causing you to jump straight up, “GOD DAMNIT.” Your screech caught Eddie off guard causing him to jump a little himself, you turned your head to look at him. Your face was red with anger and your body was full of adrenaline.

The world is on fire, I'm so fucking tired

You ranted to him for the next five minutes about how he can never touch you again unless he wants his fingers broken off his hand, when you just honestly wanted to cry. The second you stopped to take a breath, tears started falling. The stress of the whole day just overwhelmed you too much. Your face had stayed hard though, the tears slowly forming and rolling down your face gave away your mental state.

Yeah, it's no wonder I'm antsy

Eddie’s face went from an annoyed smile, to a worried frown. He stood up from his spot on the other side of the table thinking he should get up to reassure you, but remembered how much the touching effected you comfortability. So, instead he sat back down. “Hey, hey, don’t cry okay I’m here for you okay?” You shook your head acknowledging his words. Eddie smiled and settled in his seat a little, “Okay, take some deep breath’s with me. In.. out.” You turned your head over to his, glaring at him. “It’s just a few tears Munson, I’m not a fucking child I know how to breath.”

Although you had just cussed him out a bit, he just smiled and looked at you with pure adoration. You snorted, “Okay enough staring bro can you just let me pay, get the shit and leave?” He snapped out of whatever the hell he was in before and grabbed his drug box, the second his eyes came to yours they were full of serious hardness. “Fine, but you have to promise to become an addict or some shit.” Your face froze, “A fucking addict! Is that what you think of me? You think I’d stoop that fucking low.” His face retorted, “No, I never said that. I’ve seen what drugs can do, and I know that it doesn’t matter the type of person you are. The shit can fuck you up if you don’t pay attention. So be fucking careful with the shit okay?” 

And he said, "I love you, " I said, "No, thank you" Got too many issues and to-do's and nothing's to get to

You frowned, “Look Eddie, I’m not in the right mindset to have anyone care too much about me, alright? So whatever the hell is going in here,” You waved your hand around the two of you in a circle, “Isn’t going to fucking flow. Got it?” 

He shifted In his seat a bit and cleared his throat, “I don’t know what you think I feel but I don’t like you like that. I just care about you, It’s hard not to.” You grinned, “Okay Munson, sure dude I care about you too.” You looked around while he took out the drugs he thought you might need, “Here,” He said passing you some pre-rolled joints and edibles, “This is all your getting from me alright? Use them wisely.” You groaned and rolled your eye’s taking out your wallet, he huffed a little and pushed your wallet-holding hand back. “Don’t worry about it, It’s fine.” You smirked, “Better for me lover boy.”

Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain? When toxic shit tastes just like candy

As he was getting up to leave you stopped him, grabbing his arm and pulling him a little closer than you meant to. “About what happened earlier, don’t worry okay?” He nodded and then left.

And I'd run back home except politics broke up my family No wonder I'm antsy.

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[chasingbirds2get-high]

2 years gone 🥀

Taylor Hawkins, 17 Feb, 1972 - 25 Mar, 2022 🥁

[gus-dix]

everyone who hasn’t watched treasure planet yet, go do that! or rewatch it, it’s a fun time!

do not erase the caption, use or rePOST my art (reblog ok)

[karihighman]

*cries in rowater* 🥲😭 my cpd x the rookie heart loves this though omgggg >>>>

[zoueriemandzijnopmars]

Not Mina saying she will try to come by tomorrow juxtaposed with Seward saying he thinks Lucy will die tomorrow

[biillys]

had a dream last night that st5 dropped and billy and eddie both came back and were gay as shit for each other and all the eddie stans were frothing at the mouth and all the harringrove stans were rioting and i was posting text posts from the supermarket like wow they invented gay love but y'all aren't ready to hear it

[taylorhawkins]

📸 Danny Clinch