#CHARACTER: ronnie

[calamityfortune]

...uhhh Wtf?

[pascaloverx]

SHAMELESS

Summary: You are moving into the Leister mansion after tragically losing your father in a plane crash. He worked for William Leister, who immediately offered to take you in. The problem? His son, Nick Leister, who is far from pleased about having a stranger living under his roof.

Author's Note: My slight fixation on Matthew Broome led me to create this fanfic, but I can’t guarantee it will be good. So, dear reader, if you enjoy it, please interact and comment. The fanfic will likely contain strong language, violence, and adult content. Minors should not engage with it.

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ONE

It's like a fairy tale—a young, poor woman turning into the new Cinderella. At least, that's what the media is saying. But that’s not exactly what’s happening in your life.

Your father spent his life working for William Leister. During a business trip, the plane he was on crashed, leaving no survivors. You had just started college and taken a part-time job to help your father pay the tuition. And now, you don’t even know what to do.

Well, actually, you do. You’re packing your bags to move in with your father’s former boss. He feels guilty, even if he won’t admit it, and decided to invite you to live with him and his son. So now, you’re leaving the house you grew up in to step into what the internet is calling a princess’s life.

They even sent a car to pick you up, which feels quite fancy. You still can’t believe the size of the place you’ll be living in—in fact, you feel almost out of place.

"I hope you had a pleasant trip," William says, embracing you gently. His staff carries your bags inside the mansion.

"It was smooth," you reply, following William inside his home. "With all due respect, sir, your house—or rather, your mansion—is truly enchanting," you say, marveling at everything around you.

"There’s no need to call me ‘sir.’ Just William is fine. Now, my house is quite large, and unfortunately, I’m running late for a charity event. It won’t take long, but I’m sure Nick will show you around," Mr. Leister says as he adjusts his suit and tie.

You feel a bit uneasy about relying on his son, but you nod in agreement and watch as he leaves the mansion, a bouquet of flowers in his hands—probably for a date.

"Are you planning to just stand by the door?" A male voice speaks from behind you. Surprised, you turn around.

"Not at all, but I fail to see how that’s any of your concern," you reply, still standing in place. It might have sounded rude, but he doesn’t seem too pleased either.

"Some might say that since you’re in my house, you could be a bit more polite," Nick says as he descends the stairs, his gaze fixed on you.

"If this is your way of saying you want me gone, you don’t have to say it twice," you retort, turning to grab your suitcase and leave. It might be a bit drastic, but you’re not about to be humiliated by some rich boy.

Before you can go upstairs to get your bags, however, Nick catches your arm—not forcefully, despite his muscular build, but just enough to stop you. The closeness between you is enough for you to catch the scent of his cologne. He, however, is clearly staring at your lips.

"You’re a guest of my father. It wouldn’t be right for me to make you leave. If anyone should leave, it’s me," Nick says, his eyes studying you, while you’re too focused on the proximity between you to say anything.

"Perhaps we should try not to get on each other’s nerves… at least for a while," you whisper, leaning in slightly. The tension is palpable, as if the two of you are trying to read each other through your gaze.

"We’ll see what the future holds," Nick replies before finishing his descent. "Oh, in case my father didn’t mention it, I don’t usually stay here overnight," he adds with a smirk, leaving you wondering what you’re supposed to do alone in this place.

"And I’m supposed to stay here all by myself?" you ask, surprised—or maybe indignant. Not that you need a babysitter, but you don’t even know where anything is.

"If you’d rather, you can come with me. But preferably, I think you’ll want to stay here—it’s safer," he says, sounding like some secret agent or mobster.

"I suppose I’ll have to go just to see how much danger I can handle," you reply, stepping closer and looking him in the eye, your faces mere inches apart.

"If you say so," he mutters, feigning disinterest.

"Your father said you’d show me the mansion," you remind him. You’re certain he won’t want to, but you can at least try.

"I think you’ll manage to find your way around. But if you do get lost, you can call my name—whether I answer or not, we’ll see," he says smugly before walking away, leaving you standing there.

[thecrowmonster]

dc characters as text posts pt 5

[filurig]

managed to finally remake ronny basilisk refs in time for artfight..

[reallyhardydraws]

🎶⚰️crypt crew art refs masterpost!

ronnie! [her pinterest page] 🦇🌼🩸 [her meiker dress-up]

hector! [his pinterest page] 🏋️‍♂️🥁💚 [his meiker dress-up]

nico! [his pinterest page] 🐺🎸🥪 [his meiker dress-up]

annie! [her pinterest page] 🧜‍♀️🎹🖥️ [her meiker dress-up]

i'm at my same username reallyhardydraws on artfight!

body refs under the cut:

[seenfull]

If you keep drawing ronnie bigger I wonder how big he’s gonna end up??? 👀👀👀👀 what’s the fattest you’d be comfortable drawing him?

Nothing drastic, for now >:)

[rogue-durin-16]

LE MONOCLE

Summary: after entering L'école des Beaux-Arts, Winnie and Ronnie get invited to a peculiar party at Le Monocle, which opens their eyes about the Parisian lifestyle, modern times, and a part of themselves they didn't know existed.

Dolls: Winifred Hawthorne & Veronica Valero

Warnings: alcohol and that's it omg

A/N: another piece to prepare y'all for the hell that's gonna be unleashed on these poor girls during wartime. More sapphic content + a look at the lesbian culture in Paris through the eyes of two 18 year old repressed girls. SPECIAL THANKS TO @annasansh THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRENCH CONSULTANT<3

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Mid December, 1937

It wasn't the first time Winnie and Ronnie got invited to Le Monocle. Their fellow colleagues at L'école des Beaux-Arts in Paris—the handful of women who had landed a chance to study there—, had snuck an invitation at Winifred at least thrice in the few months of their first year.

Veronica had gotten one, too; midway through their painting class, from a girl she thought was pretty. She had disregarded immediately.

Ronnie knew about Le Monocle; she'd been living in Paris with her mother's sister for over a year already. She'd walked Montmartre's streets, and she'd seen the women at the cafés sitting together. Her aunt talked about it occasionally—said everything but good things, but for better or for worse, Ronnie rarely listened to anybody.

She listened to Winnie, though. Maybe it was because the shorthaired girl was the voice of reason Veronica very much needed in her life.

The Spaniard hadn't expected to make any friends when she applied for the scholarship. French girls were too different from what Ronnie was accustomed to, and she didn't expect to find anything different in a place like L'école, but she was lucky enough to cross paths with an anxious short Brit who seemed as our of place as her.

There were two main reasons why Winnie and Ronnie had collectively declined the invitations until now. First, Winnie's knowledge of the french language was close to non-existent when the course started—Ronnie having to almost fully translate for her during the first month. Second, Veronica had the tough luck to be born in mid December, which meant that, until that week, she'd been under her aunt's tutelage.

God knows what her aunt would do if she found out Ronnie had been out and about anywhere near Montmartre.

Now that both girls were of age and Winnie's french was decent, they'd decided to give it a shot together.

"If you do it, I will do it." Ronnie had whispered to the British girl between classes.

"Oi," Winnie whispered back, a bit flustered. "why're you puttin' it on me, then?"

"Because I don't want to go alone?"

And so that night they both headed to Le Monocle.

Missing the dress code entirely—the two girls realized the moment they stepped inside. Short-haired women in tuxedos, waistcoats and slacks, some smoking with swagger that looked lifted straight from film reels. A handful of women in dresses and lipstick dotted the room, but it was clear they were the exception.

The two immediately overwhelmed eighteen-year-olds froze in the doorway. Winnie's wide eyes darted around behind her wire-rimmed glasses, her mouth slightly open.

"Bloody hell." she muttered under her breath. God, was she far from Birmingham.

Ronnie tried to shove the whiplash down into her stomach and pull on a mask of nonchalance—as if this was normal for her. Yet, she reached out and caught Winnie's hand as they started down the stairs into the bar.

Winnie leaned in, whispering urgently, "Jesus—is that Colette? From Professeur Vannier's class?" She stretched her neck awkwardly to get a better look at a woman in a sharply tailored tuxedo and slicked-back hair.

"Don't look at her, Winnie! ¡Dios!" Veronica hissed, slapping her friend's fur-covered arm. "Let's just—keep walking."

Before they could reach the bar counter, a woman dressed in a tuxedo stepped smoothly into their path, wedging herself between them and the bar counter. She had the confidence of someone who knew she was beautiful—all angular lines and tailored confidence. Her gaze settled lazily on Winnie, and a smirk played at her lips.

"Quelle charmante demoiselle… J'crois pas t'avoir déjà vue ici, toi."

Winnie blinked. "Pardon?"

The woman chuckled softly and leaned back a little, tilting her head. "J'vais vous laisser tranquille, Ta copine et toi. Installez-vous, prenez l’ambiance… Viens me trouver quand tu veux, beauté."

She winked before melting back into the crowd.

Winnie followed the woman with her startled gaze before turning back to Ronnie, who was doing the exact same thing.

"Wha'd she say?"

"Dios mío… she think you are a…" She leaned closer, almost whispering into Winnie's ear. "…a lesbian."

Winifred felt the blood rush up to her cheeks. "Goodness—"

Veronica straightened up, piercing eyes scanning the room. "This place is full of lesbians."

Winnie turned her back to the counter, opposing Veronica's motion, and replied with, "Well what'd you expect, babs? You said—"

"I did not think there would be this many. Joder, you think Marie thinks we are lesbians? And that is why she invited us? Winnie?"

But Winnie had stopped listening.

Her mouth had fallen slightly open, her glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose as she stared across the room.

Two women were sitting on one of the velvet settees, leaning into each other, their mouths locked in a kiss that could've been pulled straight from a movie screen. One of those kisses—slow, heated, the kind with tongue and everything.

Except there was no man. Just two women. And one very overwhelmed British girl watching them with something more than curiosity creeping in.

Ronnie smacked her friends back. "Winifred."

Winnie peeled her eyes off the two women to turn to her friend starstruck. "Sorry, what?"

"Do we look like lesbians?"

Winnie pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, heart thrumming in her chest, mind running wild with a million thoughts at once—the memory of that one girl back home who she wanted to be best friends forever, the one she use to draw.

"What?" Winnie repeated.

Ronnie huffed, flustered but trying not to show it. Before she could say more, the bartender caught her eye. She turned to the counter, forearms resting on the wooden surface, her accent switching gears with difficulty now that she was struggling to regain her footing.

"Deux verres de vin blanc, s'il vous plaît. Et… eh..." She shifted on the spot, moving half a step to the side to put space between her and the two girls courting beside her. "peut-être un peu de citron? si vous avez."

This is normal, she told herself as she handed over the coins. This is normal.

She took the two glasses, nodded a polite thanks, and motioned for Winnie to follow her. They weaved through the crowd, settling onto a small velvet couch tucked behind a pillar.

Before either of them could speak, another woman appeared, smooth and confident, and took the empty space beside Veronica. She was older, probably in her late twenties, with curled dark hair and a cigarette balanced between her fingers like it belonged there.

She leaned close, smiling with the kind of heat that made Ronnie stiffen slightly.

"De si beaux yeux…" the stranger began, voice like velvet. "Comment t'appelles tu?"

Ronnie blinked startled, and surprised herself with how smooth the French came out. "Eh bien, merci. Je m'appelle Ronnie."

"Ronnie. C'est… exotique." The woman's warm eyes skimmed over Ronnie's form. "Comme ta beauté."

Ronnie gave a polite smile, grasping her glass like it might anchor her. "Vous êtes trop aimable." She tried. "Je passe la soirée avec mon amie. Si cela ne vous dérange pas—"

"Je vois," The woman’s gaze flicked to Winnie, who was still staring off in semi-catatonic fascination at the women on the settee. "Ce fut un plaisir, Ronnie." She took Ronnie’s hand, pressed a kiss to her knuckles, and slipped away like a ghost in silk.

Winnie leaned forward slightly, blinking out of her daze. "Did she just… kiss your hand?"

Ronnie huffed again, taking a long drink and avoiding eye contact with anyone who could spot the disorienting haze behind her irises. "I need air."

Winnie didn’t need to be told twice.

The two girls slipped away from the velvet murmur of the crowd and made their way back toward the entrance, glasses in hand. The air there was cooler, quieter — a little more like the world they knew.

For a moment, they just stood. Breathing. Watching. Processing.

Then, in a voice equal parts curious and panicked, Winnie broke the silence.

"Ron. You ever kissed a boy?"

Veronica traced the rim of her glass with her finger, not looking over. "Yes. Two times, when I lived in Salamanca." She took another sip, inquisitive eyes zeroing in on Winnie. "You?"

"Not really." Winnie replied, and quickly added, "You ever think about kissing a girl?"

Ronnie paused, and this time, the silence stretched. "I don't know." She tried not to dwell too long on the question. But she did think of someone—that girl at church, the strawberry blonde covered in freckles who always wore a blue ribbon. She remembered wondering what it would feel like, just once, to touch her face. "Do you?"

Winnie took a breath. Swallowed. "Dunno."

She rocked a little on her heels, a frown pulling at her brows. Her heart felt like it was in her throat. If there was anyone she could say this to, it was Ronnie. After all, she'd come here with her.

So, with quiet determination and her heart threatening to beat out of her chest, she corrected herself. "Yes."

The British girl attempted to read her friend's reaction, but panic bubbled up her throat before she could draw any conclusions.

"You reckon that makes me a lesbian?"

Ronnie finally looked at her then, shaking her head slowly, eyes drifting back toward the stairs where the women were still enjoying themselves, unbothered by the two girls' crisis.

"No, I don't think it does." She half shrugged. "I think every girl feels that. It doesn't make you a lesbian."

But Winnie wasn't just feeling it — she wanted it. Wanted to kiss women. Wanted to know what that meant. The realization hit her like cold water—sudden, shocking, impossible to unfeel.

And yet, just beneath the panic, there was something else; relief.

It took her a second to catch the other thing Ronnie had said. The thing Ronnie didn't seem to hear herself say.

'I think every girl feels that.'

Oh, Jesus, Winnie thought to herself.

This was bad.

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[photos-or-inkblots]

something about Interior Chinatown that scratches the itch to me is how perfectly meta the casting is. Willis first gets the precinct’s spotlight as Tech guy; Jimmy O. Yang was Tech guy for six seasons on Silicon Valley. Fatty goes viral because his frustration is ‘funny’ to white people, meanwhile Ronny Chieng does stand-up. Lana is treated as the precinct’s connection to Chinatown in Black & White and secures her spot when she busts out her fighting know-how, and she’s portrayed by Chloe Bennet who was team muscle and a token (fictional) minority member for seven seasons on Agents of SHIELD. They got the perfect people to deliver these characters on-screen because they’ve been there. Casting directors, i love you.

[smokbeast]

The Child of Death's Miracle

[undead-potatoes]

After @inkberrry put the idea into my head, I just had to commission a piece of Ronnie in this outfit from @needlesslycryptic. They look sooo good here, thank you so much!

[You can find their commission info here!]

[starsweets]

are you boys having fun out there?

reblogs are appreciated! (click the images to view them in full!)

[calamityfortune]

oc doodlapalooza

[may 1st, 2023]

[pascaloverx]

SHAMELESS

Summary: You are moving into the Leister mansion after tragically losing your father in a plane crash. He worked for William Leister, who immediately offered to take you in. The problem? His son, Nick Leister, who is far from pleased about having a stranger living under his roof.

Author's Note: My slight fixation on Matthew Broome led me to create this fanfic, but I can’t guarantee it will be good. So, dear reader, if you enjoy it, please interact and comment. The fanfic will likely contain strong language, violence, and adult content. Minors should not engage with it.

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TWO

You tried to explore the Leister mansion but ended up completely lost. So, you decided that going with Nick might be the better option, even if he had hinted that accompanying him would be dangerous. But really, what kind of trouble could a spoiled rich boy possibly get into?

Another challenge was figuring out what to wear. Certainly, you couldn’t just pick any outfit, but you didn’t have many elegant options. There was one dress—years ago, your father had bought it so you could accompany him to a Leister party, but you had fallen ill and couldn’t attend. Now, you had no other choice but to wear it.

The dress fit your body perfectly, though it was somewhat eye-catching. After taking a shower and getting ready, you kept an eye out for any sign that Nick was about to leave. One of the maids kindly informed you that he was heading out soon. Slipping on a pair of high heels—ones you rarely wore—you hurried down the stairs, nearly stumbling in the process. The moment you spotted Nick at the foot of the staircase, you called out his name.

He turned to you as if you were in a movie, one of those scenes where the heroine descends the stairs in slow motion toward the hero. Your face burned when you realized he was scanning your body from head to toe.

"What are you doing?" Nick asked as you carefully made your way down—not to captivate him, but because with every step, you felt like you were about to fall.

"I'm trying not to smash my face on the floor," you exclaimed, losing focus on your steps and nearly tumbling. You only avoided disaster by throwing yourself into Nick’s arms as he stepped forward to catch you.

"A desperate attempt to get my attention?" he teased, a smug smile curling on his lips.

"In reality, a desperate attempt to feel your muscles holding me tight, or perhaps just to see what it’s like to have your handsome face this close to mine," you countered provocatively, dragging your fingers over his biceps.

For a moment, your lips curled at the thought of where else you might touch him. Giving in to the temptation, you trailed your hand up to the nape of his neck, gently threading your fingers through his hair and tugging—just enough to test his reaction.

"If you keep doing that, we won’t be going anywhere tonight," he murmured, his voice low, the tension between you thick and charged.

"I can't stop, even if it feels wrong," you whispered, your gaze dropping to his lips before locking onto his with a hunger for something more.

"Wrong? Or just daring, little miss perfect?" he mused, closing the space between you, his fingers brushing over your lips as if studying your face.

"I suppose we shall find out in due time. For now, you—" you say, pointing at him before letting your hand glide down his back, slipping into his back pocket to retrieve his car keys.

Nick wets his lips slightly before tilting his head. "We’ll return to this matter later, but for now, we really need to go." With a swift motion, he plucks the keys from your grasp, then takes your hand, leading you toward the garage.

The sight of his car leaves you momentarily speechless. Sleek, polished, and undoubtedly worth more money than you could ever dream of having, it feels almost surreal. You stand frozen, unable to move.

"Did you short-circuit?" Nick teases, holding the door open for you.

"This car looks ridiculously expensive. Are you sure we can’t take something a little less… extravagant?" you ask, still hesitant to step inside.

"Trust me, this is the perfect car for where we’re going. Now get in, or do I have to carry you inside myself?"

He extends his hand toward you, and with his assistance, you step into the car. He follows swiftly, sliding into the driver’s seat with practiced ease before starting the engine. Without hesitation, he speeds off, navigating the streets with the precision of a professional racer. The way he handles the car, smooth yet reckless, leaves you stunned.

"Would you mind telling me where exactly we’re going, Fast and Furious?" you ask, your tone caught somewhere between criticism and surprise.

Nick chuckles but keeps his focus on the road. "A place for street races and some… unconventional fights. Nothing too extreme." Your eyebrows furrow as he turns into a dimly lit area, the atmosphere shifting into something almost electric.

"Should I be worried?" you ask, already sensing that trouble is imminent. Your gaze locks onto Nick's, your concern unmistakable.

"Just stay behind me. I'll protect you," he assures, finally pulling into the crowded lot and parking the car.

The place is buzzing with energy—people gathered in tight clusters, anticipation thick in the air, as if they’ve been waiting for Nick’s arrival.

"I don’t need your protection, pretty boy. I need your common sense," you retort with confidence. And it’s true. You know how to defend yourself. Your father had wanted a son, so instead, he had trained you in combat techniques and self-defense.

"If I lack common sense, you can have it for the both of us," he quips, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before stepping out of the car.

Moments later, he circles around to open your door. "Do you always treat the women you bring here this well?" you ask, convinced that he’s putting in extra effort with you. Perhaps desire is the best motivation for good manners.

"You’re the first person I’ve ever brought here," he admits as you both step into the throng of people.

The revelation catches you off guard, leaving you pleasantly surprised, but before you can respond, a man approaches and, without warning, drags Nick onto the hood of a parked car.

He punches Nick in the face and is about to land another blow when you jump onto his back, wrapping your arm tightly around his neck. You feel his breath hitch as he thrashes wildly, trying to throw you off. It’s only when Nick approaches, blood trickling down his face, that you finally release the man.

"Hey, Y/N, look at me…" Nick says, crouching in front of you as you collapse onto the ground after letting go.

"Your face is a mess," you murmur, almost feeling sorry for him as the blood continues to drip.

"Thanks for the brutal honesty," he says, running a hand over his face, watching the blood drip down.

"I need you to stay out of what's about to happen," Nick says as he pushes himself up from the ground and pulls off his shirt. His body is undeniably toned, momentarily distracting you.

"What are you going to do?" you ask, just as the man from before suddenly charges at Nick, knocking him to the ground.

The two of them trade blows while the crowd roars, chanting Nick’s name along with someone called Ronnie—who must be the guy fighting him. You consider stepping in, but a couple nearby blocks your path.

"Hey, troublemaker, hold on. If you step in now, you'll only make things worse," the guy from the couple says, holding you back.

The girl, however, interjects, "Lion, stop blaming her. Let’s be honest—Ronnie attacked Nick like a coward, she was just trying to defend him." She then turns to you. "I think it was brave of you to stand up for Nick. He usually doesn’t have girlfriends willing to risk that much for him. By the way, I’m Jenna," she introduces herself as you glance at Lion, feeling slightly calmer.

"I’ll let you go, but you can’t attack Ronnie from behind, or Nick won’t make it out of this alive," Lion warns, finally releasing you.

"But we need to put an end to this damn fight," you say, your voice edged with desperation. Through the gathered crowd, you catch glimpses of Nick and Ronnie exchanging brutal blows. Then, in a decisive moment, Ronnie knocks Nick to the ground. His expression is fierce, sending a shiver of fear through you.

"Which one of these cars belongs to Ronnie?" you ask urgently, as if your life depends on your speed.

"The flashy blue one over there," Jenna answers, despite Lion’s clear reluctance. He seems wary of whatever you’re about to do.

"What exactly are you planning, girl?" Lion questions, following you toward Ronnie’s car.

"Turning up the heat a little," you reply, pulling out your lucky lighter.

"Do either of you have any alcohol on you?" you ask, and after a brief pause, both pull out what appear to be hip flasks. You pour the alcohol over the cars, then flick open your lighter, setting the liquid ablaze.

You instruct Lion and Jenna to use your pocketknife to slash the tires of other cars nearby, making sure they remain unnoticed. Soon, the scent of smoke grows stronger, and you step back, watching as the commotion begins. Shouts erupt as people call for Ronnie. The moment he turns toward his car, you seize the opportunity, sprinting toward Nick to get him out of there.

Jenna and Lion help you lift Nick, who is conscious but badly injured. As he leans partially against you for support, he turns to you and says, "You look stunning in the role of a savior, kitten," flashing a brief smile before letting out a pained groan.

"Wow, Leister’s really smitten with her," Lion remarks to Jenna, who smacks his arm in disapproval.

"Where are your car keys?" you ask as you help ease Nick into the passenger seat.

"In my pocket," he replies, causing Lion and Jenna to chuckle. You silently pray it’s not his back pocket, but after searching through the pockets of his jacket, you realize the keys aren’t there. You glance up at him, now so close that you’re practically in his lap.

"Is it okay if I…?" you ask, locking eyes with him. Your proximity borders on dangerously intimate, his slightly parted lips tempting you. He smirks, and despite his pain, he reaches into his own pocket and hands you the keys.

Immediately, you snap back to focus and slide into the driver’s seat. There’s no time to say goodbye to Jenna or Lion—you have to get out of there before anyone catches on. You seize the moment to do something you’ve always wanted—drive a car in the middle of an escape, just like in the movies. The best part? Watching Ronnie’s crew desperately try to follow you, only to fail miserably.

[steddielations]

Flight of Icarus Character List

Lore Part 1 | Part 2

- Eddie Munson: Our boy is 18 years old, lives alone in his dad's house with Wayne checking in on him. By 1984, he's the lead singer and guitarist of Corroded Coffin and the DM for Hellfire. He's known as Freak King at school, and Munson Junior around town, he hates both. His grades are bad, but the only trouble he gets in at school is getting blamed for fights with jocks that he doesn't start or win. He works as a barback at the Hideout where his band plays sometimes. His status as town pariah due to his dad's criminal reputation and being an outcast deeply affects him. He wants nothing more than to escape that image, even if he's trading it for a different image. The story kicks off when he gets a chance to chase a record deal in California and teams up with his dad to get the money to move.

- Al Munson: Eddie’s dad, he comes in and out of Eddie's life. He's been abandoning Eddie alone/with Wayne for long stretches since Eddie was a child. Al's very charismatic and has even made Jim Hopper laugh. He uses that "Munson Magic" to manipulate everyone around him, he's a conman and career criminal. He taught Eddie guitar, but also taught Eddie to jack cars at age 10 and only sees Eddie as his little minion. He comes back to town, claiming he's fresh out of a prison stint in Colorado with a debt he needs to repay, and enlists Eddie into helping him rob a truck carrying drugs from his former boss. He leaves details out of the story that blow up in their faces. In the end, he leaves again when Eddie needs him most.

- Wayne Munson: Eddie’s uncle, factory job guy and the best caregiver as we all predicted. Wayne’s a quiet guy, very emotionally reserved too. Eddie says he’s never even heard Wayne yell, he’s non-confrontational. He doesn’t like Al, says nothing even when Al tries to instigate an argument. He deeply cares for Eddie. Eddie is very stubbornly independent, so used to being on his own because of Al, and Wayne tries to respect his boundaries while also being concerned, as Eddie gets very prickly about it. He tries his best to keep Eddie from getting roped in with Al, but overall he lets Eddie make his own decisions. He seems like he wants to just bundle Eddie in a hug at times, but they're not to that point yet in the book. In the end, Al's scheme gets their house burned down, so Wayne permanently takes Eddie in. He shapes Eddie by telling him he’s not his dad and to stop caring what people think and not to put himself in a box. Some nice tidbits: Wayne has a green thumb, reads Gardener’s Weekly magazine and goes to a bar called the Attic on Fridays.

- Ronnie Ecker: Eddie’s childhood best friend. She lives with her grandma in the trailer park. Her father passed away and her mother is implied mentally unstable. She meets Eddie when they’re 8. She’s described as tall, taller than Eddie since they were kids, always wearing a corduroy hat, and people mistake them for siblings. She’s the first drummer of cc. Ronnie and Eddie formed the band specifically because they had to do the middle school talent show. Then Gareth becomes the drummer when she graduates. She’s also in Hellfire, wants to go to law school and has a full ride scholarship to NYU. She’s sort of implied aro/ace after Eddie tries to kiss her when they’re 13, she says it’s not just Eddie, she doesn’t think she’ll ever have a crush on anyone. Ronnie is perceptive and smart and she teases Eddie a lot but they’re very protective of each other. Eddie gets blackmailed by Principal Higgins into dropping out when he threatens to jeopardize Ronnie's scholarship. Eddie never tells Ronnie this, even when they have a fight about him choosing to end Hellfire because Higgins convinced him his friends would be better off. This causes them to leave off on vague terms when she goes to NYU.

- Dougie Teague: This could possibly be unnamed freak from the show, but there’s an age discrepancy because he’s the same age as Ronnie and Eddie in the books and it says he graduates. So he would have to fail senior year twice along with Eddie to still be in high school in the show as unnamed freak. Dougie is the backup cc guitar player, whereas unnamed freak played bass in the show. Dougie is brash and blurts things out. He lives where Eddie calls the nice side of town and they rehearse in his garage. Dougie’s mom is not fond of Eddie but lets them practice there. Dougie’s dad is an HVAC truck guy.

- Jeff (no last name): Jeff is a sophomore and the bass player for CC, whereas in the show he plays guitar. Jeff comes across as reserved compared to Eddie and Ronnie. He played D&D with his older brothers before joining Hellfire. Eddie says Jeff knows more about bass than him. Jeff is ‘the nice one’ and generally nervous and anxious. He’s reasonable but he looks up to Eddie and buys into what Eddie says about the band getting a deal even if it’s unrealistic. Jeff is awkward around girls, wants to do good in school and he’s afraid of getting in trouble. The owner of the Hideout bar lets the band split a beer and Jeff is nervous the whole time. Also, when Eddie screws up, Jeff is the first to forgive him.

- Gareth (no last name): Gareth takes on the role of Eddie’s first sheep, whereas everyone else are Eddie’s friends, Gareth is like the little kid he’s fond of. Gareth is a freshman, there’s a whole scene of Eddie helping him create a D&D character. He’s hotheaded and a target for bullies. Eddie sticks up for him a couple times, and once, Gareth barrels in shrieking and throwing windmill punches to stop Eddie from getting jumped by Tommy H and crew, which results in Gareth going to the hospital with a fractured wrist.

- Rick Lipton (Reefer Rick): Rick is a very typical laid back stoner character. He's around 35, described as a giant soft guy with big smiling eyes and friendly face, wearing a Smokey the Bear shirt, and not what Eddie expected from a drug dealer. His house is also not what Eddie expected, being pretty clean compared to Eddie's teenage inhabited space. Eddie meets Rick through his dad, who has screwed Rick over in the past and this makes Rick unwilling to be the buyer of what they're going to steal off the drug truck. Eddie however puts on his best "Munson Magic" and convinces Rick. Rick is impressed and calls him Munson Junior, which Eddie hates. He goes back to Rick at the end of the book, needing money and a job. Rick gets him started dealing.

- Elizabeth Munson (maiden name Franklin): Eddie’s mom, he's a certified mama's boy. She doesn't appear in the book, Eddie says she got sick and passed away when he was around 6. She's originally from Memphis, Tennessee, where she met Al and they moved to Hawkins when she was 19, they got married March 12th, 1966. She loved Eddie's dad but Eddie says Al was always leaving her to go off on schemes. She passed her love of music onto Eddie. Her favorite was Chicago blues, Eddie didn't understand why until she passed and he started to feel it in his bones too. Eddie remembers dancing with her to Muddy Waters' "Rollin' Stone" and when the song comes on in the truck while he's doing business with Al, it makes him tear up. He recalls this memory several times, it seems like it’s his happiest memory. He says "When Elizabeth Munson was happy, the whole entire world was happy." His biggest connection to his mom was through her music. Then when Al's scheme goes wrong, the people he screwed over show up and burn down their house in an act of revenge. Eddie almost gets killed trying to save his mom's records, but they burn.

- Paige Warner: Paige is a junior scout at WR Music. She's not described beyond having freckles, chin-length dark hair and dark eyes. She has a younger brother on the Hawkins baseball team. At the Hideout, she sees Eddie's band playing and he chalks up the courage to talk to her. (He's squeaky and blushy, no game) Paige is in town for her grandmother's funeral, she remembers Eddie from the middle school talent show, though she is two years older. She likes his band because they're "real". She returns another night and Eddie (after some bad news that makes him desperate to chase his future) propositions her to get them a record deal. She's insulted, having told Eddie that guys use her for that reason, but they agree to work together. Paige pays for the studio time for cc to record the demo tape. In the meantime, Paige meets Al and Eddie is beside himself the entire time, not wanting her to find out the dirty work they're doing to fund his future. Then, Paige's boss only likes Eddie, and when she delivers this news, Eddie expresses that he doesn't want to ditch his band, but she says this will benefit both of them. So he agrees and it's implied they start hooking up, never making things official. She leaves for California and he's supposed to go later for his audition and stay with her. This doesn't happen, Eddie's heist with Al lands him temporarily in jail, and over a heated phone call, things end between them. It's implied that Paige pays his bail but never speaks to him again.

- Tommy Hayes: It's debatable whether this is supposed to be Tommy H from the show, whether his last name was always Hagan or if that was a fanon thing. Given his proximity to the jocks and being bitter that Steve has changed since dating Nancy, it's supposed to be Tommy H from the show. He's extremely violent in the book, which doesn't track so much with Tommy in the show, who's more of a shit-talker lackey. This Tommy bullies Eddie for being poor, a freak, and the son of a criminal. He bullies the whole Hellfire club and beats Eddie up on two occasions, punches Ronnie (accidentally?) when she tries to protect Gareth, and puts Gareth in the hospital. He faces no repercussions because the Principal is on his side, as Tommy's family is influential and rich.

- Principal Higgins: The principal of Hawkins High. Eddie is justified for wanting to flip him off in the show. Higgins has a ton of favoritism toward the kids from well off influential families, like jocks and preppy students, and always takes their side even when Eddie (and friends) are the ones bruised and beaten. He's a Bible thumper and hates Hellfire and also hates Eddie because he's a Munson, considers him a rotten apple that poisons the bunch. He wants Eddie to drop out to rid the school of the Hellfire club. After the brawl between the jocks and Hellfire, Higgins convinces Eddie that it's his fault his friends are considered freaks and get bullied. He blackmails Eddie into dropping out by threatening to jeopardize Ronnie's scholarship to NYU. Eddie eventually comes to his senses and finds his fire again when everything falls through. He gets re-enrolled in school and turns things around by blackmailing Higgins. At this point, he knows Higgins buys drugs from Reefer Rick, and uses that information to force Higgins to let Hellfire continue and leave him and his friends alone.

- Officer Moore: A Hawkins cop who has it out for Eddie. He's described as having a blond buzz cut, a square jaw, Superman level All-American looks. He has a growing mid-forties beer gut. He pulls Eddie and Ronnie over in Eddie's van, Eddie sasses the shit out of him since apparently he pulls Eddie over a lot trying to find reasons to arrest him, just because he's a Munson. But he has to let them go.

- CJ and Toby: These are two goons that worked with Al under the same boss, Charlie Greene, one of the biggest drug kingpins in Oregon. They are transporting the truck with the drugs that Al enlists Eddie to help him rob. Eddie and Al successfully rob the truck, but CJ and Toby show up to their house days later. While holding Eddie and Al at gunpoint looking for the drugs, It's revealed that Al didn't owe money because he borrowed it, he stole it because he got greedy. Eddie was under the impression that he was saving his dad from enforcers that would come to collect the debt eventually, not helping him steal more from them. Al wasn't in prison like he told Eddie, he was living large as Charlie Greene's right hand man, never sending Eddie a dime. At this point, Eddie and Al have already sold the stolen drugs to Reefer Rick, so Al turns over the 15 grand of money to CJ and Toby. They think it's settled, but CJ decides to set the house on fire too, since Al embarrassed them with the boss. The only reason they don't kill Eddie and Al is because Officer Moore shows up, having been following Eddie. Instead, CJ shoots Officer Moore in the leg and then he and Toby flee. Eddie immediately goes to help the officer (despite hating Moore) while Al is telling Eddie to come on so they can run. Eddie feels like its their fault Moore was shot and won't leave him, Al says he didn't realize Eddie was this much of a fool. Eddie tries to get him to stay because he needs him, but Al leaves him anyway and Eddie is devastated and numb. He's arrested when cops show up.

- Jim Hopper: Hopper brings Eddie a cup of water and talks to him while he's in lockup for the night. He calls Eddie "Junior" but Eddie's too numb at that point to care. He says they know that Eddie tried to help Moore, but he's being held for arson because of the house, until he makes bail. Hopper is really trying to give Eddie a break, knowing he helped Moore, and talks a bit about Eddie's dad. He says something cryptic about knowing Al in school and how every time something went down, Al was usually at the center. Hopper does Eddie a favor and lets him use the phone in his office, where Eddie calls Paige. Hours later, Hopper tells him he made bail and that Wayne is there to get him.

- Chrissy Cunningham: Eddie remembers Chrissy from the talent show. Eddie's dad was supposed to be there, but didn't show up, meanwhile Chrissy is disappointed that her mom did show up. A lot like the show, it's minimal but Chrissy is sweet with troubled undertones. Eddie's surprised she even talks to him, but she's nice and says she'd cheer for him if his dad didn't show. Fast forward to high school, when the jocks are giving Eddie flack, Chrissy tries to get them to stop. Then they try to lie to the principal and say Eddie was bothering Chrissy. Chrissy says it's a lie but Jason quickly silences her.

- Bev: The owner of the Hideout bar. She's a very no nonsense drill sergeant kind of lady. She keeps Eddie humble, calls him Junior despite him asking her not to, always tells him to get a haircut and doesn't like his band at all, though she lets them play there as part of the exchange for Eddie working there. The stage is just some rickety wood that her late husband built. It's implied she had something to do with his death. She's strict and doesn't give anything out for free, only Al is able to charm her out of a free pitcher of beer when he's celebrating Eddie (temporarily) dropping out of school, which stuns Eddie. When Eddie quits the job chasing his California dream, she admits she'll miss their band and that's that.

- Janice: Principal Higgins secretary who equally hates Eddie and favors jocks and preppy students. She wears coke bottle glasses that magnify her eyes and has a fanatical obsession with purple.

- Stan: A junior member of Hellfire who had to sneak around his parents to go to meetings by pretending to be at algebra tutoring, as they consider D&D to be Satanic. When his parents find out, they write a letter to the school, condemning Hellfire club and saying they sent Stan to a church program to cleanse him. Higgins shows Eddie this letter to make him feel guilty and responsible.

-Nicole Summers and Cass Finnigan: These girlies are mentioned in one sentence but I don't know where else to put this info. Eddie implies these are the two other hookups he had before Paige, once in grade ten and once senior year, saying that he could tell they were only doing it for the dare of getting with the freak. Though, he wasn't looking to be anybody's boyfriend. He compares them to Paige, who he feels like genuinely likes him

- Steve Harrington: He doesn't actually appear in the book but his balls get a mention so he's going on the list. The only thing to note is that Steve doesn't approve of any freshman getting beat up, to the point where the jocks do it behind his back and Jason Carver is worried about him finding out. Tommy says Steve doesn't have any balls since dating Nancy Wheeler. Eddie defends Steve's balls, saying Tommy can't talk about someone else having no balls when he gets his kicks beating up freshman.

- Will and Jonathan Byers: At the end of the book, in a record shop, Will and Jonathan walk in. Eddie recognizes Will from his missing posters and recalls the events where Will had a funeral yet somehow was found alive. Jonathan goes to the back for a certain record, and while Will is alone, Eddie watches as a few younger jocks come into the store and start hounding him, calling him zombie boy. Eddie takes up for him, goads the jocks and gets them to take it out on him, takes a baseball to the chest and they leave. Eddie tells Will that Zombie Boy is metal as shit and Jonathan thanks Eddie when he comes back. Eddie offers Jonathan weed and says Jonathan is way too offended by the question for someone with his haircut. This whole interaction solidifies Eddie's new sense of purpose, collecting and protecting sheep.

- Granny Ecker: Ronnie's grandmother. She's not a big part of the story at all but she lives in the trailer park too. She's a wooden spoon wielding grandma character. Eddie calls her Granny too and she worries about Wayne and makes Eddie bring him casseroles and stuff. it's just cute so I'm including it.

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