#jason carver fluff

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The Freaks Sister (part II)

summary:Y/N is a transfer student living with Eddie who has joined the cheerleading squad for her college application. This is where she met arguably her least favourite person, Jason Carver. The pair bicker constantly, but to everyone other than them there seems to be tension behind it.

warnings:some cursing, none others

word count:3624

A/N: Heres part two, i really didn’t think i would finish it because i am notorious for not finishing fics. Gareths gf is based on my friend but you can insert who ever you want

Ever since his screaming match with Y/N and Nancy, Jason had been noticing her and her band of freaks around school more and more. Up until that point Jason had always just considered the whole group as Eddie’s goons. A bunch of freaks by association. That was all he saw and it allowed him to just write them off completely and ignore them. They really faded into the background compared to Eddie’s loud and semi-frequent public outbursts. None of the others were standing on tables and screaming which next to Eddie seemed damn right normal. The only way he had ever been able to identify the group was the matching club t-shirts.

However, since his run-in with the girls in the hallway, Jason had noticed that Eddie's group was bigger than he had thought initially. He had always known that not all of the group wore the t-shirts, he’d never seen Y/N wear one, or Nancy, or Robin. None of the girls did. He noticed that not all of them sat at the Hellfire club table either, most moved about multiple friend groups. But every day, without fail, he noticed the big group gathering in the car park after school. It caught him off guard, which is the excuse he would give if ever asked why he stared at the group so often. And, according to him, it wasn’t staring nor was it too often, more just a curious glance or two.

During these occasional glances, Jason had picked up on the group's dynamic, at least a little. The whole group seemed more affectionate than Jason was used to. It wasn’t uncommon to see someone wrapped in a hug or an arm thrown over someone's shoulder. More than once he had seen Y/N leaning her head on someone to use as a pillow after a long day of lessons. He didn’t know what a group of friends had to go through to be this close, but he was internally a little jealous of it.

On Monday he noticed movement at the Hellfire table and looked over to see if Eddie was going to make a scene today. Instead of Eddie standing on a table, he saw Y/N walking up to the table wearing a black and white plaid high-waisted skirt with a white turtle neck. He saw her walk over to the table, greet Eddie then turn and start laughing at something one of the others said. He hadn’t seen her laugh that hard before. Then he saw her turn around and lean down towards one of the boys at the table as if trying to hear him better before her face fell and she jumped back a little before hitting him in the arm and turning a little red. 

Now Jason loved pressing her buttons. He took great joy in watching her face fall and eyes roll. Considering how expressive Y/N is, she’s just a very fun person to mess with. Jason had seen a lot of her reactions so a lot of different things. He’d seen her mad, he's seen her eyes roll into the back of her skull, and he's even had the joy of watching Y/N get shouted at by her coach for getting caught flipping him off. However, one reaction Jason had never been able to get, at least not to this extent, was flustered. The guy with a red jacket on over his hellfire shirt seemed to have no issue getting this reaction. Jason rolled his eyes at this but didn’t look away from the blatant flirting. 

He kinda wished he had looked away because watching Y/N tuck her hair behind her ear and wink with a shit-eating grin before Eddie burst out in a fit of fake gagging. That was when Jason looked away having enough of the freak show. When he did finally look back at his table and zone back into his friends’ conversation that had continued around him. The only person who seemed as quiet as Jason was Patrick, who was sitting across from him with a weird look on his face. It was somewhere between thoughtful and knowing, it looked like he was just finishing up a puzzle that Jason had just started to piece together. It was the same look Patrick had been giving him when everyone else was talking about Y/N in the Locker room at practice last Tuesday. 

“What are you thinking -” Before Jason could finish asking Patrick to explain what he was thinking about a loud shout rang out across the cafeteria.

“STOP FLIRTING IN FRONT OF THE CHILDREN!” Obviously, Eddie had to stand up and scream grabbing the attention of everyone around them. When Jason looked over he saw Y/N smack Eddie around the back of the head while saying something Jason couldn’t quite make out, while the “child” in question seemed more offended than anyone else the mystery guy in the red coat, Jason still didn't know his name, was just smirking at the scene in front of him. Jason didn't like the look of him, with his cult t-shirt and fluffy hair and smug little smile. Even if Jason had never met him before he didn't like the guy's vibe.

Y/N walked over to Eddie's table to double-check he was able to give her a lift home and wasn’t staying for a club activity. 

“Yeah I can give you a lift, but we're going to Gareths’ for a last-minute Corroded Coffin practice, so you gotta tag along,” Eddie said while poking at his lunch. “It shouldn’t be a super long practice so you can just sit at the side and watch.” he waved his fork in Y/N’s general direction. Y/N turned to the others at the table to get their opinions.

“You guys okay with me crashing your practice today?” Y/N asked.

“You can come watch me play anytime babe” Gareth replied with an exaggerated wink. Y/N and Gareth had been jokingly flirting for years now despite being, as Robin would say, Platonic with a capital P. It's just a well-known joke amongst friends, made even funnier by Gareth's girlfriend who regularly joins in on the flirting. 

Gareth's teasing only earned an amused eye roll from Y/N before she joined in on the tables conversation, not in the mood to go sit with the cheerleaders today. As sweet as those girls were they could be a little overwhelming. Gareth said something to Y/N but due to all of the background noise, she didn’t hear it and had to walk over to him and lean down so he can repeat it.

“Is that a new outfit?” He asked seemingly genuinely confused.

“Yeah I got it when me and Nance went out thrifting, it’s a little seventies with how short the skirt is but oh well,” she explained.

“Has Gf/n seen the outfit yet? I'm sure she wouldn’t complain about the skirt.” Gareth said with a dumb smirk. Y/N jumped back in shock and smacked his arm.

“You dick. Don’t flirt with me for your girlfriend.” she said trying not to go red as she was known to do. 

“Why, you rather she flirt with you herself?” 

“Obviously.” Y/N said tucking her hair behind her ear trying to play into the flirty cheerleader role.

The next time Jason was forced, and by forced it means he stuck his nose in their business out of “curiosity”, to bear witness to the freaks flirting. They had to be dating or extremely close to it because Jason swore that every time he looked at that group the two of them were doing something. And every time it made him mad. It made him feel even worse that he couldn’t understand why he was so angry. 

At first, he thought that he was just upset that he didn't have any friends that he was that comfortable with physically, but he was really close with his friends. Even if they weren't always hanging off each other and he can’t remember a single time he’d ever winked at Chance or Chrissy, he knew they all loved each other so that wasn’t it.

Then Jason considered that maybe he was just upset that he had been single for too long. Maybe the PDA from the couple had sparked something due to his lack of love interest. He wasn't interested in anyone at the minute but that didn’t mean he would say no if the right girl appeared. But then he realised that Andy and Chrissy had never sparked anything like this even with their PDA. He only ever felt happy for them.

Jason was walking down one of the empty hallways leading towards the locker room before practice when some giggling coming from an empty room. When he got closer he heard a familiar voice and he didn’t like what he was hearing it say. He stopped a little down the hallway to listen.

“...drive out to Lovers Lake and turn the back of your car into a fort with a blanket and cute little lights. I’d bring music and we could sit and listen to music and stare at the stars or talk about whatever. Go for a walk in the dark and see who pussies out first or even hang out the Hideout and listen to some shitty bands.” Y/N spat out ideas and with each one, Jason felt his heart leap. They all sounded perfect but the idea of her doing them with this Gareth guy hurt him for some reason.

“Hey,” he said through a laugh “I happen to think that the bands that play at the Hideout are amazing.” 

“Yeah you would,” Y/N giggled a little, “I’m sure if I ask for your unbiased opinion, they're all also totally hot and amazingly strong.”

“Obviously, have you seen all the equipment we have to lug onto stage.”

“I've seen the equipment Eddie and Vivi lug onto stage. Fuck, I’ve helped Eddie pack it. But the Hideout has a drum set, all you have to carry are your “lucky” sticks” Y/N said and Jason heard feet hit the floor. “Anyway, I have to head to practice see ya round.”

“See ya round for that amazing date.” Jason heard Y/N let out a laugh at that.

“Try not to damage yourself lugging around your heavy drum sticks before rehearsal. Bye loser” Y/N said as she walked into the hallway and straight towards the locker room, not even noticing him standing frozen on the other end of the hall.

Gareth emerged a few minutes later having packed up the rest of his stuff. When he came out into the hallway and saw Jason standing stuck in place looking like a puppy whose foot had just been stood on, it didn't take much to figure out what had happened. Obviously, he’d overheard something that he didn’t like and considering the conversation Gareth had just ended he didn’t think it would take a genius to figure out what that was. Never one to pass up a golden opportunity to piss off the jock.

“Don’t you have a practice to get to Carver?” He said as he passed. When he didn't hear back some sort of response from the basketball player he looked over his shoulder and added, “What, Y/N got your tongue?” he winked as he said it, then laughed at his own joke as he walked off humming something Jason didn’t recognise. 

Jason didn’t understand why that conversation hurt him so much. Or why the idea of Y/N lying in his car with him at lovers lake sounded so appealing. Or why the idea of it being anyone else walking through the woods with her makes him wanna throw up a little.

“I have literally no clue what to plan for date night this week and it's my turn, please I'm literally begging you to throw me a bone.” Gareth looked desperate as he started to haphazardly throw his pencils into his bag.

“You are so in luck, we literally just talked about our ideal dates the other day.” Y/N replied smiling because she knew for a fact she had the upper hand right now.

“Come on spill,” Gareth said before changing his strategy “ just tell me one, please. You know how stressed she’d been with school and moving and stuff.”

“You are lucky I love her.” Y/N started “she said that her ideal date was to rent a movie from family video, romance or horror up to you, then go back to your house away from the chaos and set up a home cinema in your garage. Then order a greasy pizza and fall asleep together. She isn't hard to please.”

“You are a lifesaver,” he said with relief that he was going to be able to cheer up his favourite girl. He continued “but now I'm curious, I gotta know what your ideal date was.”

“I don’t know Gareth, my ideal date would probably be to drive out to Lovers Lake and turn the back of your car into a fort with a blanket and cute little lights. I’d bring music and we could sit and listen to music and stare at the stars or talk about whatever. Go for a walk in the dark and see who pussies out first or even hang out the Hideout and listen to some shitty bands.” She never wanted fancy dates and big presents, just someone to spend time with was enough.

“Hey,” he said through a laugh “I happen to think that the bands that play at the Hideout are amazing.” Y/N gently smacked the back of his head before laughing at his joke.

“Yeah you would,” she rolled her eyes laughing at his defensiveness“I’m sure if I ask for your unbiased opinion, they're all also totally hot and amazingly strong.”

“Obviously, have you seen all the equipment we have to lug onto stage.”

“I've seen the equipment Eddie lugs onto stage. Fuck, I’ve helped Eddie pack it. But the Hideout has a drum set, all you have to carry are your “lucky” sticks” Once she was sure he knew the details of how to go about his date with his girlfriend she went to head out. “Anyway, I have to head to practice see ya round.”

“See ya round for that amazing date.” Gareth laughed, referring to the study “date” Y/N had reluctantly agreed to tutor him at.

“Try not to damage yourself lugging around your heavy drum sticks before rehearsal. Bye loser” Y/N said as she walked into the hallway and straight towards the locker room, not even noticing him standing frozen on the other end of the hall.

Jason was off his game all practice. In sharp contrast to last week, he could barely shoot for a single point. His guard had so many holes in it that the freshmen were getting past him regularly and even coach called him on it. It had been a total shit show.

His friends had grown really concerned. He came to practice looking like he’d just witnessed a baby be thrown out a second-story window and refused to say anything more than was absolutely necessary. The practice continued like this with Jason consistently messing up and his friends and coaches giving him worried looks.

About halfway through the practice, the boys were taking a water break when one of the cheerleaders who Jason vaguely recognised as one of Chrissy’s friends bust through the door in a hurry.

“Coach do you have anyone free to help?” she asked in a panic. “One of the girls fell and we can help her up to the nurses and Miss says she can't leave us unattended.”

Before the coach could answer Andy asked who was hurt, presumable stressing that it could be Chrissy.

“It’s Y/N. She took a pretty bad fall and her legs don't look too good,” she replied trying to ease Andy’s concern. While she did ease Andy Jason's heart rate spiked. What had happened? Was she okay?

“Coach,” Jason said “I’ll go, I’ve been in my head all practice so I might as well go help” The coach thought it over for a second before seemingly agreeing.

“Carver! Go give a hand and get some fresh air. Chance, you’re captain for team two now!”

“Yes coach!” both boys responded before Jason got up and ran to the door to go check on Y/N. The other boys shared a knowing look because that was the fastest he had moved since he got to practice. Even the coach seemed to have figured out that fresh air wasn’t the only reason Jason was so keen to lend a hand.

Jason followed the cheerleader to where the girls were practising for the day and found Y/N lying on the floor with her leg at an odd angle.

“Guys I'm okay. It wasn’t a serious fall, I’ll be good in ten minutes.” Despite trying her best Y/N was not convincing at all. Seeing her stubbornness nearly brought a smile to Jason’s face though, nearly.

“Miss!” The girl shouted upon entering the gym, “ Jason came to help carry her to the nurse.” The cheer coach seemed relieved, evidently, she too was not buying Y/N’s “I’m fine” routine. Jason walked up and kneeled beside her.

“Hey, where does it hurt?” he asked in a soft voice.

“My nose. Where the fuck do you think Carver?” She said voice dripping with sarcasm but just quiet enough not to be heard by her coach. Jason rolled his eyes a little before positioning his hands under her knees and one on her back.

“For this to work you’re gonna have to hold on, okay,” he said, uncharacteristically nice.

“Just don’t drop me okay,” She said as she wrapped her hands around his neck and braced to be picked up.

Jason, to his credit, picked her up easier than she thought he would and walked towards the door without saying anything else. As she was leaving through the door Y/N made the big mistake of making eye contact with Chrissy as she left. Chrissy had this shit-eating, feral grin on her face as if she couldn’t believe that Y/N wasn’t fighting this more. To be honest, Y/N could barely believe that she wasn’t fighting this more.

The walk was pretty quiet on the way to the nurse's office, neither really knowing what to say. When they did arrive the nurse looked her over and explained that it was only a strained muscle and would require a week off practice, some over-the-counter pain meds and an ice pack if the pain got worse. Both were pretty relieved to hear that it wasn’t serious. The nurse left them alone as it was the end of her work day. Both of them sat in surprisingly comfortable silence for a few minutes before Jason broke it.

“So how’d you fall?” He asked quietly as if he was afraid talking any louder would break the temporary truce they seemed to have.

“It really wasn’t serious, I just fainted and twisted my leg when I went down.” She replied at about the same noise level.

“What do you mean “you just fainted”?” He asked, almost as concerned as he was when he found out she fell. How could she be so casual about fainting, that could be a symptom of something serious? 

“Sometimes I just collapse. It's worse if I haven’t eaten much that day.” Y/N said under her breath, looking away from Jason.

“What have you eaten today?”

“Not much, I had a banana and a can of coke at lunch.” She was still avoiding eye contact at all costs, embarrassed that she had caused this whole mess whether unintentionally or not.

“That's not enough, especially when you have practice on that day. You sat with the Hellfire table today. How did none of them notice you weren’t eating?” he asked working himself up into a state of offence on her behalf, those were her friends. Fuck, one was her boyfriend. How could they not care enough to notice? “What about your brother or your boyfriend? How did one of them not notice?”

“I brought lunch, but Dustin forgot his lunch so I gave him mine and just ate the banana because he hates the things.” Y/N explained before pausing “ and what do you mean by my boyfriend?” she asked confused.

“ Your boyfriend? The one with the curly hair and red jacket?” Jason asked as if it was obvious.

“Gareth?” You asked laughing when he nods. “We aren’t dating, never have been. Never will be. Platonic with a capital P. I swear.” Y/N laughed at the common misconception.

“I heard you two planning a date.” Jason asked confused.

“He’s in a relationship, I was giving him ideas for a date with someone else. I just flirt with him because that's what we’ve always done. I flirt with his partner too.” She continued to explain the dynamic amongst the friend group.

“So…” Jason added heart a little lighter with that information. “... You’re single?”

“Why Carver?” Y/N asked suspiciously hoping he wasn’t going to try setting her up with one of his friends.

“Are you also free on Friday?” He asked. Y/N smiled at him and paused for a second before answering.

“For you, I could be.”

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intro !

hi! my name is miles and i'm a minor so. don't be a weirdo. i use they/them pronouns mainly, but also i don't mind any. this blog will be mainly for stranger things + writing for stranger things.

other things about me: i like pineapple (obviously), glee, video games, music, and dance moms so :).

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requests are open, but there are things i will not write.

nothing related to incest. thats absolutely disgusting

no smut. i'm a minor + i just find it uncomfortable to write, personally.

i can write autistic!reader since i am autistic, but i will not write for any mental illnesses and such since i do not know how they can affect a person and i would not want to write something that could be offensive.

no possibly triggering topics. this means no sh, r*pe, violent crime, etc.

more may be added to this list as i see it, but as of right now these are the only guidelines

who i will write for:

romantically:

eddie munson

jason carver

jim hopper

jonathan byers

joyce byers

nancy wheeler

robin buckley

steve harrington

i may add more characters such as argyle later, but i need to figure out how to write them well.

platonically:

everyone previously mentioned in the, "romantically," section

dustin henderson

eleven (jane) hopper

lucas sinclair

max mayfield

will byers

as stated previously, more may be added later, i just need to figure out how to write them well.

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[harrywavycurly]

“Will you be my husband really quick?”: A fake marriage with Eddie Munson AU.

Part 2: Here

Part 3: Here

A/N: I have been wanting to write this prompt for a while and I’m glad y’all want it too! There’s gonna be a part 2 don’t worry.

TW: Cursing and Eddie hits someone and this eludes that your ex wasn’t the nicest.

Eddie is two beers in on what he figured was going to be a normal Friday night at the Hideout when he feels a hand grip his arm as he’s leaned over the bar grabbing a lighter from behind the stack of napkins and straws. He pauses his movements as he looks down at the hand that’s still on his arm and slowly his eyes move upward until they finally land on your face. He notices your eyes are wide and you’re looking everywhere but at him as you scan the room as if you’re looking for someone, Eddie just stands up straight and places the lighter on the bar next to his half empty beer.

“Will you be my husband really quick?” Eddie knows he must be hearing things as you finally make eye contact with him. He watches as you seem to visibly relax a bit as you stare at him with a hopeful look on your face. “Please?” He doesn’t know what it is about you but he feels like if he tells you no he might actually regret it so instead he takes a quick sip of his beer as your hand falls from his arm and before you can react he’s draping his arm over your shoulders and pulling you into him.

“Who’s the target?” Eddie’s voice is low and you can feel his breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear before placing a quick kiss to the side of your head, already playing into his husband role.

“Red shirt by the door.” You answer as one of your arms wrap around his middle, you feel Eddie lean away from you for a moment so he can get a good look at who you’re talking about.

“Jason fucking Carver?” You look up at Eddie who is glaring at the blonde haired man by the door and you feel yourself tense up as Eddie reaches for his beer so he can finish it off. “He your ex or something?” Eddie asks as he places the now empty bottle on the bar and motions to the bartender for another one.

“Yeah he’s uhm my ex.” Eddie can tell by your tone of voice you’re nervous and it makes him wonder what Jason did that caused the two of you to go your separate ways. “I’m sorry this is dumb I shouldn’t have bothered you.” You mumble as you try to move away from him but Eddie is quick to just pull you into him and wrap both arms around your shoulders making your cheek rest on his worn out Metallica shirt.

“Now what kind of husband would I be if I let you storm off like that?” Eddie begins running one of his hands up and down your back making you let out a soft sigh because for the first time in a long time you felt an odd sense of security and who would’ve thought that of all places it’s while wrapped in the arms of a stranger. “I’ve got you okay?” You look up and Eddie is already looking down at you making you feel even more at ease because his eyes are soft and his smile is sweet as he looks at you.

“Okay.” Is all you can say making Eddie’s hold on you tighten slightly as he leans down and places a small kiss to the top of your head in an attempt to help you relax a little more. “Uh so what’s your name?” Eddie laughs as he looks towards the door to check on the location of your ex.

“My name is Eddie.” You just nod and tell him your name in return as your hands somehow find their way into his back pockets as you wrap your arms around his waist. “I can see my wife is a little handsy huh?” You hide your face in his chest as you try to slide your hands from his pockets. “It’s okay sweetheart we’re married remember? No need to be shy.” You can’t help but laugh as Eddie goes back to running his hands up and down your back.

“So how do you know Jason?” You feel Eddie tense up at the mention of your ex’s name and it lets you know whatever memories Eddie has of him aren’t good ones.

“He was my high school’s official asshole.” You look up and rest your chin on Eddie’s chest as you watch his eyes look towards the door of the bar. “I take it he hasn’t changed much?” He asks as he looks down at you with a raised eyebrow making you look away as some memories of your relationship with Jason reply in your head.

“Yeah he hasn’t changed.” Eddie doesn’t miss the way your voice shakes a little as you answer his question.

“I can kick his ass right now if you want me to sweetheart just say the word and he’ll be on the ground.” You may not know Eddie but something tells you he’s not kidding and that he’d get a lot of joy out of beating Jason up. “Let me add that I feel that since I’m your husband it’s kinda my job to beat up your asshole ex boyfriends.” Eddie smiles to himself when he hears you laugh and just shake your head at him.

“As your wife it’s kinda my job to keep you out of trouble.” Eddie lets out a dramatic huff as he drops one of his arms from you so he can reach over and grab his beer and take a long swig from it. “I uh like your rings.” Eddie’s eyes flicker down to yours as he watches you give the rings on his hand that’s holding his beer a good once over.

“Yeah? Which one is your favorite?” He asks as he puts his beer on the bar so he can let you get a better look at his rings. You unwrap your arms from around him so you can take his hand in yours, Eddie tries to ignore how soft your hands feel as you look at his rings giving a lot of attention to his skull one. “You like the skull?” You just nod making Eddie smile because the skull one was also his favorite.

“What are you doing?” Eddie ignores your question as he brings his hand up to his mouth and you feel your eyes go wide as you watch him take his skull ring off and hold it between his lips for a moment before grabbing it. “I can’t take this.” Eddie rolls his eyes as he gently grabs your left hand so he can slide the ring onto your ring finger.

“How are you supposed to be my wife without a ring?” Eddie asks as he reaches over and tucks some of your hair behind your ear.

“You’ve got the be fucking with me.” You feel your heart drop to your stomach as Jason’s voice fills your ears. Eddie’s arm drops from around you so he can turn and block you from Jason’s view. “Not the freak still hanging around the Hideout.” You see Eddie’s hands form into fists as Jason laughs his almost evil sounding laugh.

“Fuck off Carver don’t you have a ball to go toss into a basket or something?” You giggle making Jason move so he can get a look at you, Eddie is quick to move so he’s still standing between you and the ex jock.

“What the fuck is going on?” Eddie looks at you over his shoulder making sure you’re okay and you just give him a reassuring smile as you place your hand on his lower back.

“Just enjoying a night out with my wife.” Jason’s eyes go as wide as golf balls as Eddie explains what the two of you are doing at the Hideout.

“Your wife? Wow okay I mean even you…Munson the town freak can do better than her she’s-” Jason doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Eddie’s fist collides with his cheek knocking him to the ground.

“Next time you think about saying anything about her,” Eddie kneels down as he speaks so he’s only a few inches away from Jason’s face as he groans in pain. “Don’t.” He spits as he stands up and turns so he can grab your hand and walk you towards the back of the bar. “I’m sorry…I am so sorry.” You just shake your head as Eddie’s hands gently cup your face as he looks you over to make sure you’re okay because he’s never gotten into a fight before let alone knocked someone to the ground and that’s the last thing he wanted you to have to deal with tonight.

“It’s okay.” You reassure him as you place your hands over his that are still on your face. “Thank you.” Eddie just shrugs as he gives you a small smile.

“Like I said it’s my job as your husband to beat up your asshole ex boyfriends.” You laugh as Eddie leans in closer, he pauses as he get a few inches from your face. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” Eddie doesn’t have to wait for your answer because your lips are on his in a mater of seconds for a sweet kiss.

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[bellofthemeadow]

Harrington!reader, Steve’s little sister. Popular, a cheerleader, first time senior and Chrissy’s best friend. But she has a secret that only her best friend knows. She’s had a crush on Eddie Munson since middle school. She’s afraid to tell him, thinking there’s no way he’d be into her. Until one day in the cafeteria, Jason Carver calls Eddie a freak. She confronts him, and punches him in the face, breaking or spraining her hand/wrist. Guess her little secret is out, and she may never be popular again.

OF COURSE MY DEAR ANON! I am so sorry it took forever to address this request! I have just started my final year of Uni, and with four seminars and graduate applications, I have not had any time to write consistently! But this idea was too enticing to pass up, so thank you very much for sharing it! For those waiting on other fics, I am slowly but surely getting back into the groove of writing more consistently so it should all come out sooner rather than later (hopefully) and I always welcome more fics or one shot ideas! Thank you to y'all for bearing with me, I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU SO SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️

No warnings excpet for some violence (against Jason Carver so thats fine I think) and some heavy make out session

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Hit Me Baby One More Time

You had gotten your first taste of popularity on your very first day of middle school, a couple of years ago. That entire week leading up to it had been filled with fear and stress about what people would think of you. Overwhelmed, you had spent the last few days of your summer agonizing over your outfit choice, turning your daily fashion show into a reluctant performance for your big brother, Steve. Despite his huffs and puffs, he had reassured you that everything would go smoothly, but you couldn't help to worry. Eventually, you ended up settling on a cute white dress that reached just above your knees, paired with a soft baby pink cardigan. You had hoped it would be enough to get some of the right kind of attention that Steve always talked about.

In hindsight, you realized that you might have been a tad dramatic as when lunchtime had rolled around, a group of girls had approached you, giggling with excitement. "Are you Steve Harrington's sister?" they had asked-whispered with bright envious eyes. You slowly nodded, and with elated giggles, they ushered you over to their table, where the popular crowd was hanging out. It turned out your brother had quite the reputation, and while you knew he was popular, you hadn't fully grasped the extent to which the name Harrington would impact your social life. For you, Steve was just the idiot older brother who used Farah Fawcet's hairspray to keep his dumb hair in place – But to everyone else, it seemed that Steve was a pretty big deal. So, you were, it seemed, a legacy, and the rest, as they say, was history. And that very day, you also ended up meeting your future best friend, Chrissy Cunningham, who you would grow to love with all your heart.

Five years had come and gone, and now, you were finally well-established into your senior year, ready to graduate in the spring. And while it was true that your older brother might have facilitated your initial entry into the realm of popularity, you had since etched out a distinctive name for yourself. As your brother moved on to new chapters in his life (namely an underpaid job at family video), your own journey through high school took a markedly different path. In fact, your popularity had continued to ascend, like a rising star in the night sky.

Though the Harrington name may have laid the foundation, you had meticulously built upon it, brick by brick. You had cultivated your own unique persona, and it had become a force to be reckoned with in the hallways of your school. No longer living in the shadow of your brother's glory days, you had emerged as a charismatic figure in your own right.

You had become The Harrington sibling who truly counted, especially after the dramatic showdown between Steve and Billy Hargrove during his own senior year. In the aftermath of that clash, your brother's social standing had taken a considerable hit, with much of his social credit being seized by the mullet-wearing bad-boy. The Harrington name, which had once been associated with Steve's swagger, now conjured images of a radiant, saccharine smile, cheerleading outfits, and a personality as pinky-sweet as bubblegum.

While Chrissy indisputably reigned as the queen of Hawkins High, some believed it was only because you had no desire to claim that throne—a belief rooted in truth as you had no interest of being the queen of anything, especially Hawkins High as beyond Chrissy, you harboured little affection for the other members of the popular clique. Whether it was Jason Carver and his cronies or the remainder of the cheer squad, you couldn't help but find them increasingly vapid.

Nestled at the popular table right in the heart of the bustling cafeteria, always donning Hawkins’ green cheer outfit, a nagging sensation of inauthenticity always clung to you. Hitching deep into your soul, making you feel like the fraud you’ve always believed yourself to be as although your elevated social status had smoothed your journey through high school, ensuring a constant stream of party invitations, a steadfast companion, and even a few favors from teachers who were drawn to your preppy smile and sunny disposition, it all felt like a facade, far removed from your true self.

You’ve always known how deep inside, there were facets of who you really were that you couldn't openly share with anyone but Chrissy. She alone knew of your profound love for fantasy and science fiction novels. Nothing brought you more joy than retreating home to dive headlong into the mystical realms crafted by H.P. Lovecraft or to lose yourself once more in the pages of your well-worn copy of "Frankenstein." Yet, these passions remained concealed beneath the veneer you projected: the princess of Hawkins High, painted in shades of pink, sweet, and deceptively perfect.

The idea of letting those hidden, nerdy passions of yours see the light of day felt like a risky bet, one that could potentially leave you feeling incredibly alone at Hawkins High. The thought of losing friends and having nowhere to sit during lunch was a constant source of worry. You had faith in Chrissy's unwavering support, regardless of your social standing, but you couldn't bear the idea of burdening her. She was just so kind, always forgiving even to those who didn't deserve it, and you didn't want to be the one responsible for pulling her down.

As a result, the decision to keep these aspects of your identity hidden weighed heavily on your heart. It felt like an unspoken loneliness, a sacrifice you were making to preserve the fragile balance of the life you'd carefully constructed in high school. Hawkins High had its own intricate ecosystem, and you were very much a part of it. Your place within that system was delicate, and you couldn't afford to disrupt it, fearing that it might set off a chain reaction that could destabilize everything. You had no intention of being the one to upset the frail high school biome of Hawkins High.

Now, however, your situation was far from ideal as you found yourself sandwiched between Carly and Tina during lunch, and today, they were even more exasperating than usual. There seemed to be some sort of fallout from Tina's last party, something involving a boy, and now the two girls communicated exclusively through snarky remarks, making the tension rise with every snip from either girl. A brewing headache was beginning to claw at your temples as you were waiting for the explosion to erupt sooner rather than later.

What was happening in front of you wasn’t any better as you were given a front-row seat to the somewhat uncomfortable sight of Jason Carver deeply engrossed in a passionate kiss with Chrissy. She appeared to be on the brink of embarrassment, her attempts to gently push Jason away carried out with shy reluctance. "Jason, please," she implored, her manicured hand finding its way to his chest, a plea in her eyes. "Not in front of everyone..."

In response, Jason merely rolled his eyes dismissively. "Come on, baby," he insisted, his voice low and unconcerned. "No one's even paying attention to us."

You couldn't help but scowl, unhappiness etching your delicate features as you watched the uncomfortable display unfold before you. Finally, you couldn't take it any longer. You cleared your throat and loudly exclaimed, "Hey, Chrissy?" All eyes turned to you, and you continued, "Do you think we could slip away from lunch a bit early to go over the routine we've been practicing for the upcoming game? I really want to make sure I've got it down perfectly before tonight's match."

Chrissy's sigh of relief was almost audible, and you could sense her gratitude. In contrast, Jason huffed unhappily, clearly irritated by the interruption. He muttered something about leaving you girls to your conversation before he got up and headed to chat with one of his buddies at the far end of the table.

You and Chrissy shared a quick, wordless girl-to-girl conversation. All the words you needed were conveyed through a bombastic side-eye from you and a subtle nod of your head toward Jason. Chrissy responded with a playful roll of her eyes and a slight shake of her shoulder, silently agreeing with your sentiment.

As your eyes shifted away from Chrissy, they unexpectedly locked onto the deep brown ones of Eddie Munson. Two distinct emotions surged from deep within you. One was a rush of excitement as the warmth of your crush enveloped you, causing your face to flush as red as a ripe apple under his gaze. But in an instant, that crush felt almost crushing when you realized that it wasn't you that Eddie was looking at, but rather Chrissy's high ponytail that had captured his attention.

Eddie and Chrissy. Chrissy and Eddie. ChrissyandEddie. It was an undeniable fact that the guy you had the most enormous crush on happened to be utterly smitten with your best friend. It felt almost tragically comical, if you were being honest with yourself. Throughout high school, countless guys had mustered the courage to ask you out, but you had dismissed them all without a second thought. Football jocks, band nerds, potheads, music fanatics – none of them could hold a candle to Eddie Munson in your eyes.From the very moment you first crossed paths with Eddie during your freshman year, your heart had been irreversibly, completely, and utterly captivated by the charismatic and outspoken boy. You were utterly unprepared for it, not like you were out there seeking Cupid's arrow to pierce your heart. You had simply been an unsuspecting victim of one of its whims, but the exquisite pain that followed was worth it. At least, you hoped so.

Thanks to Eddie's recurring attempts at redoing his senior year and your placement in advanced classes, your worlds intersected more than once. One particularly unforgettable encounter unfolded in Mrs. Allen's math class, where the teacher had a peculiar notion that pairing the class's worst student (Eddie) with its best (you) would somehow work magic. You were left a bit shy and entirely tongue-tied in his presence, but Eddie had an uncanny talent for leaning in close and delivering a barrage of side-splitting, utterly inappropriate observations about Mrs. Allen that left you snorting with laughter. For a glorious three months, Eddie was your math partner in crime, and during that time, you dared to believe that something more could evolve from your interactions. If only you could string together coherent sentences without tripping over your words.

However, as fate would have it, the teacher eventually grew tired of her seating arrangement, deciding it was high time to shake things up. This twist in your high school narrative resulted in you and Eddie being separated, an alteration you weren't particularly thrilled about. The new arrangement effectively put a damper on your burgeoning connection.

It was in the midst of this seating shuffle that Eddie tossed a rather loaded question your way, catching you off guard. "Your friend Chrissy," he began, as you felt yourself shrink under his gaze. "Is she still with that Carver douche?" Your gaze faltered as you met his, a nod escaping your lips as a wave of disappointment surged within you. Inwardly grappling with the sting of unspoken heartache, you found yourself clutching the hem of your cheer skirt almost desperately. Without another word, you retreated to your newly assigned seat, a sense of melancholy lingering like a shadow and bitter disappointment coating your tongue.

Even now, your gaze would involuntarily flicker to Eddie whenever you found yourself in the same room. Often, he'd be engrossed in conversations with his bandmates or his D&D group, leaving you on the outside looking in. It was a conflicting sensation, feeling his presence so near yet so far away. If only you could gather the nerve to strike up a conversation with him, but you hesitated. After all, you were the popular girl, the one who played by the rules, and good girls weren't supposed to mix with people like Eddie, no matter how much you desperately longed for it. Perhaps during math class today, you thought, you might find a plausible excuse to approach him. Maybe something as simple as asking about the homework or...

"And what the hell do you think you're staring at, Freak!?" The sudden hush that swept over the cafeteria was palpable as every head turned toward Jason, who had abandoned your table and was now striding purposefully toward the one where Eddie and his friends were seated. A chill coursed through your veins, causing your face to pale. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the unfolding drama as Eddie rose from his seat. While he appeared outwardly confident, the telltale clenching and unclenching of his hand betrayed the nervousness bubbling beneath the surface. It was clear to you that what he was displaying might just be a facade of bravado.

"Did you dribble that orange ball a few too many times, Carver?" Eddie sarcastically chimed in. His words hung in the air, an open challenge that seemed to stoke the flames of Jason's anger. In a fit of rage, Jason lunged forward, grabbing Eddie by the front of his well-worn jeans jacket. The cafeteria held its breath, anticipation hanging heavy in.

 A gasp escaped your lips, a sharp, involuntary intake of breath as the dramatic confrontation unfolded before your eyes. Abruptly, you shot up from your seat, causing Chrissy to turn around in surprise. She sent you an uncertain look as you started to stride toward the two boys. It was as if you were possessed by a force stronger than yourself, you couldn’t let whatever was happening continue – you had to do something!

"Don't try to bullshit me, freak!" Jason's voice reverberated through the cafeteria, anger and scorn dripping from his words. "I saw you looking at Chrissy. You think you can just lay your eyes on her, you freak? She isn't yours; you're nothing but trailer trash! Don't you ever dare to look at her again, alright? Or I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!" Jason was so close to Eddie's face that his spittle sprayed across the other boy's features. He shoved Eddie backward, and it was at that moment, as you were making your way between the mass of students that had clustered around Jason and Eddie that you felt a surge of red-hot anger like nothing you had ever felt before.

"Do I make myself clear, freak?" Jason continued, his voice dripping with malice. "Or do I need to send my boys to deal with you and your pathetic group of losers?" Eddie looked incensed, but he cowered under Jason's menacing threat.

"I...wasn't...looking," Eddie enunciated each word through gritted teeth, avoiding Jason's eyes. Jason burst into fake laughter, glancing around at the onlookers.

"Does the freak have a crush?" he taunted, his voice cruel and derisive. "That's hilarious. You honestly think you'd have a chance with Chrissy? Be realistic, freak. What is it now, twice repeating your senior year?" Eddie's face turned a deep shade of pink, shame washing over him as Jason's taunts struck at his insecurities. His shoulders sagged with each insult, and he struggled to maintain his composure.

"Everyone knows anyway that the only way a freak like you could ever get close to a girl is when you and your little cult of Satan practice some sacrifices," Jason continued, his words laced with venom. "I'm even surprised they let people like you in here. Everyone knows what kind of trash your dad was, it ain't surprising that the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree…”

You pushed your way through the crowd, determination propelling you forward. Without a second thought, you strode purposefully toward the back of Jason. Eddie's surprised gaze locked onto you as you confidently approached them.

You extended your arm and lightly tapped Jason on the shoulder, effectively cutting off his rant mid-sentence. The abruptness of your action prompted Jason to whirl around to face you, his typically handsome features now contorted into a repulsive mask of anger. It was a stark contrast to the carefully cultivated "cool-guy" image he often projected. But deep down, you knew this enraged countenance was his true face, hidden behind the facade. In fight or flight mode, you recalled your brother Steve's advice about fighting, which you had stored away in your memory, "Sis," Steve's voice echoed in your mind, "when you throw a punch, put your entire body behind it."

And that's precisely what you did. With every ounce of your body weight, you thrust your fist forward directly into Jason's face. The cafeteria was filled with a sharp crack, echoing through the room, followed by a collective gasp from everyone present. An eerie silence descended upon the cafeteria.

Jason lay sprawled on the floor, a violent stream of blood gushing from his nose, while you clutched your hand close to your chest. Tears welled up at the corners of your eyes. No one had ever warned you that hitting someone would hurt like an absolute nightmare! It ] wasn’t like that in the movies!

Your gaze landed on Eddie, and you noticed a peculiar expression take over the young metalhead’s face –  His brown gaze held something unfamiliar, a look you had never seen throughout the time you had been admiring him from afar. I was as though he were seeing you – like he was attempting to decipher the mechanics of your very being. It caught you off guard, this intensity in his stare, and you couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.

“YOU BITCH! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!!!” Jason roared from his sprawled position on the ground.

Reluctantly tearing your gaze away from Eddie, you redirected it toward the fallen boy who cut a rather pathetic figure at your feet. Curling your lip in disdain, you adopted your most haughty tone and huffed, "You, Jason Carver, are the problem here!"

Jason, still sprawled on the floor with a nosebleed, glared up at you, his anger palpable, "You little—"

Before he could finish his sentence, you cut him off with a stern gesture. "Save it, Jason. You had this coming."

A stunned silence blanketed the cafeteria, every eye fixed on the unfolding confrontation. It was as if time had frozen, and the entire room held its breath in rapt attention as Hawkins' princess unleashed her verbal assault on the school's reigning king.

In that moment, you felt like you had the entire cafeteria in a chokehold, and you were determined not to let this opportunity slip away, not after what Jason had put Eddie through. Gathering your resolve, you continued, your voice dripping with disdain, "Do you honestly believe you can bully and belittle people just because they don't conform to your narrow definition of 'normal'? Well, I've had enough of your toxic attitude! You, my dear Jason, are the most insufferable idiot I've ever had the displeasure of encountering in my entire life! And I am done catering to whatever you and your dumb friends say!”

Jason struggled to get up, wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand. Turning back to Jason, you crossed your arms and delivered your final message with authority. "Consider this a warning, Jason. Mess with Eddie or anyone else again, and you'll have me to answer to."

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!" Principal Higgins' thunderous voice pierced through the otherwise eerily silent cafeteria. In an instant, your confidence evaporated, leaving you feeling pale and exposed. You were caught off guard, unable to process what to do or say.

Before you could even react, a familiar, warm hand firmly grabbed yours, yanking you along as they sprinted in the opposite direction, forcefully pushing people out of the way. It was a grip you knew well, and you didn't hesitate to follow Eddie as he practically dragged you toward the exit of the cafeteria.

The scene you left behind was nothing short of chaotic. The entire school stood in a collective stupor, mouths agape in disbelief. Jason Carver, his face an alarming shade of red, appeared on the brink of an aneurysm as he struggled to regain his composure. Principal Higgins, in his authoritative fury, barked orders at the bewildered students, demanding answers and an immediate end to the commotion.

As you reached the exit and the clamor of the cafeteria began to fade, you couldn't help but let out a giggle of exhilaration. Eddie continued to lead you, now behind the school building and into the dense woods that bordered the campus. The farther you ventured into the secluded forest, the more you appreciated the sudden escape from the madness. Eventually, Eddie brought you to a worn-out picnic table, the wood weathered by years of exposure to the elements. Eddie finally managed to catch his breath. He exhaled heavily and asked, "What the hell... hfff... was that?!"

You leaned against the picnic table, still catching your own breath, and grinned at Eddie. "That, Eddie, was me finally giving Jason Carver a taste of his own medicine. That douchebag had it coming!"

Eddie let out a loud surprised laugh while still trying to catch his breath, his eyes still wide from the unexpected turn of events. "Well, I've gotta say, sweetheart, that was quite the show back there. You really let him have it, you got a mean hook princess." A warm flush of pride swept over you as you soaked in Eddie's praises. How long had you waited to hear him say something like that—to acknowledge you and gaze at you as if you were the most wonderful girl in the world? It was a feeling you had been yearning for so long, and if you were to die right now, you would die happy!

Eddie's warm, chocolate-coloured gaze landed on you, and it felt as though it softly swept over every inch of your being. He spoke, his voice filled with curiosity, "I don't think anyone was expecting Hawkins' princess to come to the defence of the 'freak.' You know they won't let you forget this, right? Why would you risk all that for little old me, Harrington?"

You let out a sigh, the weight of his inquisitive gaze pressing on you. As you closed your eyes briefly, you grappled with the emotions that had been swirling within you since the first time you had laid eyes on Eddie. A small smile crept onto your lips as you slowly opened your eyes, fixing them on the boy of your dreams. "You're worth it, Munson."

Eddie drew in a sharp breath, taking three steps closer to you. His large, warm hands, bearing tiny scars from playing the guitar, gently swept across your cheeks as he gazed intently into your eyes. "Do you mean that, Harrington? Because there's no going back if I kiss you right now—it's you and me, the princess and the 'freak.' You won’t climb back from that fall.”

You glanced at your right hand, the knuckles scraped and the skin raw, with a slight swelling on your wrist. "I think it's a little too late for that anyway," you sheepishly admitted. Eddie smiled warmly, his eyes filled with admiration, before gently taking your hand in his two larger ones. He slowly brought your bruised knuckles to his mouth, planting a soft kiss on each of them, causing your breath to hitch.

"Who knew that the princess of Hawkins High was Indiana’s future boxing champion," Eddie softly joked, his voice laced with affection. "I just feel bad for this pretty, soft hand – all bruised and battered to protect me, like the prettiest knight in pink armor coming to my rescue." You couldn't help but swoon at his words as Eddie continued to softly kiss your hand, his gaze slowly lifting to meet yours, his eyes filled with… Love? Tenderness? A girl could dream.

A warm smile curved across Eddie's lips, and he leaned in, capturing your mouth with his in a searing kiss. As you both savored each other, Eddie's hand slowly wrapped around the base of your neck, holding you close to him. As you were trying not to faint from the sheer pleasure this moment was bringing you, a flash of remembrance rushed through you, snapping you back from your trance and causing you to break the kiss and catch your breath. You whispered softly against Eddie's lips, "What about Chrissy?"

Eddie nuzzled your face with his nose, his lips brushing lightly against your skin. "What about her?" he retorted playfully. "I mean... I thought... I thought you had a thing for her," you admitted meekly.

Eddie smirked against your cheek. "If I did, I wouldn't be kissing you right now, right?" His voice held a teasing edge as he continued to shower your neck with tender kisses.

You closed your eyes, feeling a mix of contradicting emotions – wanting to keep going to feel more of him, wishing him to stop playing with your heart because you weren’t sure you could take it anymore. "I mean it, Eddie... I don't want to be your second choice."

Eddie stopped his ministrations and returned to your face, holding your gaze with his. "You were always my first choice, Eddie," you confessed, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes. "And I don't think I could handle being your backup plan."

Eddie's whispers were tender as he wiped away the tears that had begun to roll down your cheeks. "Nononono, sweetheart. Don't cry, please," he implored softly. "You were always my first choice." His words held a reassuring sincerity that began to soothe your racing heart. But you wouldn’t be so easily swayed, as much as you loathed Jason Carver, you had witnessed first hand how Eddie seemed enraptured with Chrissy.

You huffed in disbelief, but Eddie insisted, urging you to meet his gaze. "No, it's true. Hey, look at me," he gently encouraged. "I never thought I would ever have a chance with a girl like you. You know, you're like my dream girl, right?" You gave him an uncertain look, still wrestling with your doubts. "You always stare at Chrissy, though. And you did ask me if she was still with Jason, remember?"

Eddie released your cheeks and took a step back, embarrassment tinging his cheeks as he used a piece of his shaggy hair to shield himself from you. "I wasn't looking at Chrissy. You're always with Chrissy, so I was looking at you," he admitted, his voice tinged with shyness. "And I only asked you that because I panicked. I was going to ask you out, but the guys had been teasing me for weeks, telling me I was too much of a coward to do it. I guess they were right because I chickened out."

As Eddie continued, his embarrassment grew, and he took another step back. He held the piece of hair in front of his face, as if to hide himself from you. "I've actually had a crush on you since last year," he confessed, his words shocking you.

"Are you joking?!" you blurted out, astonished.

He shook his head, his warm brown eyes holding your gaze. "Not at all, princess," he began with a soft smile. "It was last year. You were on your way back from cheer practice, and you were in a hurry, holding a huge backpack. It happened so fast that you didn't even realize a book had fallen out."

His eyes sparkled as he continued, his tone becoming more animated. "I saw it lying there, and curiosity got the best of me – I picked it up, and to my surprise, it was a copy of 'The Hobbit.’” He grinned as if sharing a secret. "I was planning to return it to you, honestly, but then, when I opened it, I saw that there was a bunch of notes in the margins." Eddie started grinning even more as he continued “All there in the margins, notes, thoughts, musings. It was like reading your mind with every turn of the page. Your insights, your emotions, your laughter, and even your frustrations were all there in the margins. I knew I had stumbled upon the most precious treasure in the universe – it was a private window into you."

Your breath hitched at his words, and as Eddie spoke, you felt a warmth spreading through you, "It felt like we were close," Eddie continued, his gaze never leaving yours. "I couldn't put the book down. It was like having a conversation with you, even when you weren't around. I realized how much we had in common, how you saw the world, and it fascinated me.”

The thought that Eddie had held onto that copy of 'The Hobbit,' with your notes and thoughts, all this time was both surprising and heartwarming. Damn, he was perfect.

"Fuck, I sound so creepy," Eddie confessed, breaking your reverie. He scratched the back of his head, looking sheepish.

But you weren’t creeped out, far from it. For the first time in your life, you felt completely understood by someone – inside and out. "No, Eddie," you whispered softly, your heart swelling with love. "You don't sound creepy at all. You sound... perfect." A sweet cocky grin got etched on Eddie’s lips “Perfect, eh?”

Getting overwhelmed by his stare, you tried to play it cool and diverted his question by teasingly asking, "So you’ve had a big fat crush on me for a while, right?"

Eddie chuckled, taking a step closer to you, his gaze locked on yours. "Don't get too high and mighty, princess," he said with a warm smile, his voice laced with adoration. "From the looks of it, you've got a pretty big crush on little old me too…"

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you let out a soft giggle, feeling a delightful warmth in the pit of your stomach. "I can neither confirm nor deny that," you replied in a sing-song voice, your eyes never leaving his.

Eddie's smile deepened, his gaze filled with affection. With a tender touch, he placed his hands on your waist, and before you knew it, he had spun you around. You couldn't help but let out a joyful squeak as you twirled together in a sweet, romantic dance. As he gently lowered you back to the ground, his strong arms remained securely wrapped around your back, pulling you close.

In that intimate moment, it felt as though the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you entwined in each other's embrace. Your breaths synchronized, and you lost yourselves in each other's eyes, the unspoken promise of a beautiful future passing between you.

"Hey, Eddie," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath but filled with affection and longing.

Eddie's gaze softened even more, his eyes filled with tenderness as he held you close. "Yeah, princess?"

With a radiant smile, you leaned in closer to him, your heart singing with love. "I've got a big fat crush on you too."

A soft, contented sigh escaped Eddie's lips, and he held you even tighter as if he never wanted to let you go. "Good." And without another word, he pressed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. Nothing ever tasted sweeter.

“You gonna be alright sitting with the freaks now?” “As long as I sit with you Eddie, I could not care less.”

The fallen princess and the freak," you thought contentedly, "that has the ringing of a love story for the ages.” And all it took was that punch you threw at Jason Carver's face for you and Eddie to find your way to each other.

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Warnings: Swearing, abusive relationship, subtle mentions of sexual assault, angst, kinda slow burn, pining, drug usage, f!reader, eventual smut, use of Y/N.

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A/N: IT'S FINALLY HERE!! I know that the song came out in the 90s, but I love it so much and the lyrics are just so fanfic worthy. Btw this takes place in 1989 purely because I want it to. Also, this will have multiple parts !!!

I know this is kinda rushed but we're going to pretend it's not ♥️

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Today was the day. You had put off breaking up with your shitty boyfriend, Jason, for weeks now. If you had been dating anyone else, you wouldn't have hesitated to speak up about the issue. But, this was Jason Carver you were talking about. The school's most popular douchebag.

Everyone was almost always jealous of you for being Jason's girlfriend. Practically the whole school of Hawkins High was drooling over him, so, naturally they'd envy you.

You walked towards the cafeteria in a more stiff manner than usual. Could anyone blame you? No way. You were about three and a half minutes away from being the center of a new wave of drama, therefore you had more than enough reasons to be scared.

Taking a breath deeper than it should've been, you strutted into the cafeteria with the most faux confidence known to man- or to you, at least. Though nobody could tell you were feigning aplomb, it felt like you wanted to run out of there and shrivel up somewhere quiet.

You didn't feel like eating, so, it wasn't a surprise when you sat down at your usual table with no tray or lunchbox. Nobody seemed to notice. Jason certainly didn't.

Mere seconds after sitting down next to him, he uncomfortably snaked an arm around your waist with a smirk. He always did this. It was nice the first few times, but it didn't take long to get weird. It definitely was not as nice anymore. The two of you always sat at the head of the table, having nobody else directly next to either of you. This constantly gave Jason advantages, advantages you didn't like at all. One time, he made an attempt at touching you from under the table that was far from indisputable. The worst part was that you couldn't say anything about it. That was unless you wanted to end up bruised again.

Shuddering at the horrid memory, Jason started to speak, his hand now rubbing your side a little.

"Hey, babe, I was thinking of hosting another party at my place. You in?" He questioned, that disgustingly familiar smirk still plastered on his face.

"I- uhm..." You stuttered, unsure of how to go about this without the whole table hearing and going into a fit of whispers. "Just- c'mere- for a moment.." The tone you spoke in was unintentionally soft. There was no way in hell you'd ever raise your voice at him.

Pulling Jason along with you, you walked back out to the lockers closest to the entryway of the cafeteria, making sure there were little to no students roaming the halls for fear of them overhearing. "Jason, I just... I've been thinking," you took a shaky breath.

"I don't really think that this is.. that this is working out." You had never averted your gaze quicker in your life.

"Wha-" he paused, letting out an amused chuckle. "What do you mean, baby?" His smile was very slowly fading. He knew what you meant. No doubt about it. He just wanted to truly hear it from you.

"I mean I think we should, y'know, leave it here." The way you avoided the words 'break' and 'up' was so undeniably obvious- to both you and him.

"You're saying we should break up? Is that it?" Jason's smile had fully gone away, now replaced with a nasty scowl that made your heart rate increase. "You're saying you wanna leave me for some other dickhead?" With a snarling tone, his words soon became more rhetorical than ever as he shoved you into a cold, metallic locker behind you.

You gasped and winced at the aggression, though it was far from something new. "Jason, please! This is exactly why I'm saying this!" You retored, tears stinging and bubbling in your eyes.

"You know I'm the best you've ever had- and don't try and lie to me like you won't be choking on some other guys dick tomorrow!" Jason snapped back, the words hitting you like a ton of bricks. You wouldn't consider yourself a prude, but sex wasn't a frequent thing for you. It was almost entirely his fault that you knew as much as you did about it.

"Jesus fucking Christ- this is your problem!" You snapped back at your now ex-boyfriend.

"You get all pissed off when things don't go your way and blame it on anyone else but yourself! Just.. Just fuck off!" That was it. The first and most likely last time you had ever bitten back at him.

His immediate change from anger to both shock and fury in expression was enough. You ran off down the hallway before he could say anything more, tears burning and blurring your vision as they streamed down your flushed cheeks in warm lines.

You dashed down the hallway in uneven and uncoordinated steps, quickly barging into the closest bathroom you could find.

The door squeaked a little as it opened and closed. You went directly into the nearest stall, locking yourself in there for god knows how long.

Sinking down against the wall of the cramped bathroom stall, the overwhelming wave of emotion got the best of you. Nothing could stop the fact that you were full on sobbing at this point with zero care if anyone heard you.

It'd been five minutes. Five minutes of wholeheartedly crying your eyes out. That was up until you heard a familiar squeak. The bathroom door.

Shit.

"Hey, uhh.. R'you alright?" They asked, the only thing unusual about it was the fact that it was clearly a male student speaking. A male student. Why would a guy be in the girls bathroom?

You scrambled to wipe your tears and silence your whimpers, but it was too late. Someone had obviously heard you.

"Sh-shit.. Yeah, m'fine.." You somehow managed to mumble out in a small voice, just barely above a whisper.

There was a moment of silence. It seemed like he realized something too, though neither of you thought to mentioned anything about it.

Your eyes fought to find a semipermanent spot to rest for the awkwardly quiet conversation. They eventually landed on the pair of scuffed, white, Reebok sneakers creeping towards the bathroom stall you'd secluded yourself in. The shoes stopped moving about a foot away from the door.

"Can I, y'know, come in?- Or open the door, I guess?" The unknown student questioned, his tone uncertain whether or not it was a normal thing to ask.

The more he spoke, the more you felt as if you knew this boy. Since you didn't recognize his voice right off the bat, it was evident that you two didn't know each other too well.

"Uhm... I guess so.." You answered, the same level of uncertainty in your voice. With that, the door opened slowly, the anticipation to find out who this mystery student was becoming worse. Lo and behold, the schools freak stood towering over your body that was currently shriveled up in the dirty corner.

There was a subtle sense of recognition in his confused gaze. Did he know you or something? Of course he knew you. Everyone did. You aren't exactly a secret after being a school's most popular cheerleader.

"y/n..?" The boy spoke again, more confusion flooding into his single word than before he'd unmasked you. Everyone in the school thought you were perfect, not a single flaw in your soul. So, imagine the surprise of seeing you, crumpled up like a discarded note in the corner of a bathroom stall. Not exactly ideal.

You couldn't say anything. There was nothing to say. The most you could do was peer up at him with red, glossy eyes and mascara stains all down your flushed cheeks, limbs uncomfortably scrunched together.

"There is- so much to unpack here," Eddie stumbled on his words, eyes searching around frantically to no specific destination. "Shit.." His mind was running a mile a minute to think of something- anything to say.

"What're you," he took a breath, eye narrowing. "What're you doin' in the guys bathroom..?"

Your eyes went wide. As if this wasn't already an atrociously awkward and embarrassing interaction, he had to go and ruin it even more. He was unmistakably horrible at comforting people.

"Fuck!" You gave up, too much was happening in too little time. You let your head drop into your knees with another sob of more emotions than you could comprehend, and Eddie couldn't do much but watch your entire breakdown, making things about a million times worse.

Suddenly, Eddie acted on impulse, dropping to his knees to make somewhat of an attempt at helping you.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay." His hands twitched with hesitancy, hovering above your shoulders. Should he touch you? Could he touch you? What even happened? Hundreds of thoughts flooded his mind as he stayed there, unable to do much but stare at the way you crumbled into a shaking mess of tears.

Throwing all caution into the wind, he placed his ringed hands on your shoulders and just kept them there, hoping that would do at least a little good in trying to calm you down.

"y/n, look at me." His tone was gentle. The care in his voice clashed with his intimidating appearance. A lot.

Inhaling a shaky breath, you looked up at him with puffy eyes and trembling lips.

"D'you wanna tell me what happened?" Your brain went haywire at the simple question, but you did the best you could at remaining physically (somewhat) calm.

Wiping your stinging tears with the sleeve of your cardigan, you nodded softly. "Just- please don't tell anyone. I don't need everyone in the school to be talking about me."

"Pinky swear." He stated genuinely, holding out his pinky finger to you. The child-like way of promise made you chuckle just a little bit.

You took a breath to recollect yourself before speaking.

"I broke up with Jason."

"Holy fuck."

"I know- I don't.." You sniffled, reddened eyes filling up with water for what felt like the millionth time in the past fifteen minutes. "I don't know what to do, because I know for a f-fact he's gonna start some stupid rumor about how we broke up."

"Like what?" Oblivious to how insensitive that may have sounded considering the current circumstances, Eddie couldn't help but wonder what kind of shitty things the blonde jock would conjure up as a way of dramatic retaliation.

That was a low blow, even for the school's freak. At least that's what you thought.

Looking up at him with wet eyes and a look of disappointment, he immediately took back his previous question, scooting backward to give you a little space.

"Right. Sorry.." Eddie muttered an apology awkwardly, nothing but the chatter of students leaving the cafeteria heard between the two of you.

It took Eddie a minute-- or six-- but, he managed to think of something that he thought would help lighten the mood of the saddened cheerleader before him.

"How about we skip next period? Have a little fun, yeah?"

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This is such a short fic but wtv

I hope it was kinda enjoyable anyway 🫶

#Spotify #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #nada surf #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #fuck jason carver #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff

[bakeryblood]

MILF

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

cw: Explicit Language/Descriptions, Slurs

@alexs-playground

“You smell that boys?” Jason Carver, Hawkins resident star athlete, the number one runner for prom king was making his rounds of the lunch room and had settled in behind the table that held the hellfire club with his team of lackies standing on either side of him.

“Smells like faggot, right? Or am I imagining things..” He stood there in his letterman jacket, arms crossed as his friends laughed. Egging him on to continue as the younger members of the DnD club kept their eyes down. Y/N had listened to them talk about their current for weeks now as he worked at the closest Academy store a few towns over that the school had contracted with to provide new equipment and uniforms, shoes and so on. Your manager had decided who better to make the trips back and forth to make the deliveries than their employee who also went to school there.

So every shift you worked you loaded up a couple boxes into your boyfriends van and the next day you’d have to brave the mens locker room and get the coaches signature letting your boss know the school had actually received what they paid for. Eddie despised it.

Even if nothing had happened to you, and you never told him what you heard Jason and the others talking about it was like he just knew. Chrissy and Eddie this, Eddie and Chrissy that. Carver must have been the most insecure man in the school, hell it was your boyfriend he was insinuating things about. Not that he would actually put his own girlfriends reputation down by saying he was worried they were fucking but why else would he be so hung up on the topic.

Y/N squeezed Eddie’s hand that he had been holding under the table before brushing their hands against his pants, motioning for him to break his grip. Eddie shot him a look and looked over their expression. You’d gotten an idea.

Clearing your throat you slowly stood up and the jocks took a couple steps away, you were very similar to Eddie in that you had to repeat the school year several times but the difference was that you were actually intentionally intimidating. Not just because you hung out with freaks but because you had no problems with getting into a fight to defend one, it was one of the main reasons Eddie had fallen for you in the first place, you didn’t run.

“I don’t know Carver, I think you must be mistaken.” Y/N turns around with a smirk as the blonde before him gave a huff and uncrossed his arms.

“Oh yeah? Why is that?”

“Oh, well..You know a couple of days ago when your mom called the house and you picked up?” Y/N had to use all his restraint to not laugh at the way Jason’s facial expression changed to that of confusion. You’d overheard him talking about him and Chrissy hanging out and watching a movie when his mother called the house telling him she wouldn’t be home until late. At the time he had been all for it, excited even that he might get more time to attempt to put the moves on his girl.

“How do you even…get to the fucking point—“

You took a couple steps forward in a pretend attempt to make it seem like you were trying to keep the conversation hush-hush, “You know that really nice restaurant, yeah? Pretty close to your house, the Italian place.” You licked your lips as if you were reminiscing about the night, clasping your hands together as you relayed the story. “I figured since your dad is outta town why the hell not go for it right?”

“How the fuck do you even know that my dad is—“

You held up your hand to cut him off, you weren’t even close to the climax of your story. “I’m getting there, patience Jason. Anyway, I took her out to a really amazing seafood dinner.” Jason’s friends brains seemed to be catching on a lot faster than his own, which was understandable. His mother was the wife of a Deacon, well liked and affluent in the community. It was like his brain had skipped a beat while trying to process what you were saying as you said it.

“And I mean, I treated her real good, like a goddamn princess. I know that’s probably what she’s used to and all but she deserves it having a piece of shit like you for a kid.” The entire lunchroom was now hyper focused on the one sided conversation taking place. You were now mentally thanking yourself for taking those three years of drama.

“You better..” Jason took a step forward and held his finger out towards you as he lowered his voice, looking to the side and noticing how many people were listening. “You better shut the fuck up right now L/N..” You chuckled lightly an turned on your heel before taking a step onto the plastic chair you had been sitting in earlier and then taking a stand on the table.

“You gotta hear the best part though Jason. So then after we were done, I took her back to my place and fucked the absolute shit outta your mom and she fuckin’ loved it!” You bent over as you raised your voice, finishing out the end of the sentence, you then imitated the movement with your hands in front of your lap as if you were gripping onto someone’s hips.

Jason was red in face as the room broke out into howling laughs, ‘oohs and ahhs’ echoing as his eyes never left your form standing in the table. Eddie looked up at you after turning away from Jason whose chest was rising and falling with heavy angry breaths. “Run.”

As he rushed to lunge at your legs and pull you off the table you quickly made your way off the other side, kicking Dustin’s tray off as you did so much to his dismay.

“Damn Jason! Selfish much? Did you think those tits were only for you to suck on?” You yelled as you stared him down from across the table. When he made his move to start running around one side you faked to the other end. Maybe if Andy and Chance hadn’t been so busy laughing their asses off they could have helped him out in blocking your route of escape.

Eddie was smacking the table with his fist as he had long since joined the others in laughing, you were pretty damn convincing in your performance. If he hadn’t made sure almost all of either of yours’ free time was spent fucking each other or doing literally anything else he might have actually believed that you’d gotten it on with Carvers mother.

“What? Don’t like the idea of me pounding away into her while you and Chrissy were snuggled up on the couch?” Jason might’ve had the upper hand in that he could continuously give chase, his stamina was unrivaled, but you felt decently confident that even if he did catch you and beat your ass that it would be one hundred percent worth it.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!”

“Honor thy father AND thy mother Jason! You don’t wanna make god angry right? Taking away her side piece and killing me seems like it would definitely send you straight to hell!” You cackled as you weaves back and forth through the lines of tables until you saw the double doors quickly approaching.

“Get think about that next time it’s past your bedtime and you’re all snuggled up in bed, she’s moaning my fuckin’ name in mine!” You kicked bricks out of there fast as hell, bumping into the basketball coach right as he was on his way into the cafeteria, not stopping for even a second to apologize to him.

Y/N was confident that he’d stop Jason in his tracks, and when that inevitable call of his name rang over the intercom asking them to report to the office he would already be long gone. His boyfriend wiped his hot face, the tears from his exuberant laughing smearing as he did. God he loved you. He loved you so fucking much, even if you’d finally decided to listen to him for once and run.

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[littlemissfiore]

clueless. | Eddie Munson

pairing: eddie munson x class president!reader

summary: you have a crush on the 'infamous' eddie munson, but you no longer want to wait for him to make the first move. so it's up to you to move your relationship along.

content/warning: flirtatious!reader, mentions of a cult, sexual references

a/n: here's another post of mine that's similar to this, if you're interested.

It's a Monday at Hawkins High school.

You perk up as you see Eddie walking by in the lunchroom, minutes after the bell rang. All of his friends were already seated down in their respective spots waiting for Munson.

Eddie walked with a certain suave as he sat down, having a clear view of all of his friends.

God, he was irresistible.

You snapped out of your daze, dusting off your outfit and fixing your collared shirt. You needed to look good if you wanted to leave an impression on Eddie.

You could no longer wait for him to appear to English class and expect him to ask you out. The heavens only know how much you dreamed about it though. No, you had to make your move on Eddie because you two would not pass beyond the talking stage at this point.

It was now or never.

You cleared your throat before making your way towards him. You masqueraded your nerves with your usual charming and collected persona. You had to look presentable and keep up appearances now that you were class president.

"Munson, how's your day going?" you asked, appearing behind him. You noticed Eddie flinched, surprising him. Cool, now you scared him.

"It's going good - great - even," coughed Eddie, fixing himself in his seat. All of his friends had their eyes fixated on him, seeing how visibly nervous Eddie had gotten.

You took this opportunity to include the rest of his friends in the conversation. "Are you guys going to the festival this Friday?" You smiled.

The two young freshman, Mike and Dustin, stare at Eddie who was oddly quiet. "A festival?" questioned Mike, watching Eddie take out his notebook. It was obvious Eddie did not know how to act now that he was around the class president.

"The school is holding a festival to try and help those in need," you responded. "Are you perhaps thinking of going, Munson?"

You grinned, waiting for Eddie's response but all he could do was shove his face into his notebook. Dustin laughed at how awful Eddie was at hiding his blatant crush on you. Eddie did not have a chance to shoot the freshman a menacing look. Whatever, he was going to make him pay later.

You tried keeping your composure, thinking you were making yourself look like a fool. You looked at him as he stared intently at his notebook.

"Are those the notes for English class?" you asked. You pointed at Eddie's notebook, your chest pressed on his back as your hand landed on his shoulder. Eddie felt goosebumps, not knowing how to react properly.

You had your whole chest pressed on his back, your face mere inches away from his. Eddie was not brave enough to look up at his friends but he knew they we're all at the verge of laughing. You made Eddie feel weak, so much so that he forgot all about keeping up his eccentric persona.

"Y-yes," stuttered Eddie. Christ, he had hopped the kids did not catch him slipping up. Although his hopes were invalid, Eddie could already hear the soft cackling as he buried his nose deeper in his notebook.

You straightened yourself into a better position, now off Eddie. "Well, I'll see you in English class, Munson?" you asked.

Eddie refused to look at you, only giving you a furious nod. You smiled before walking away. You felt like such an idiot, why would you overstep your boundaries like that! You felt deeply embarrassed, hearing Eddie's table burst into fits of laughter. Your embarrassment only lasted so long when you hear Dustin say, "Dude, you were so obvious about it!"

"Shut up, Henderson!" yelled Eddie.

Your smile gets wider as you heard their fading bickering, now excited. Your plan was now in motion and you felt you could only go up from here.

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It's Tuesday afternoon.

Class had ended but you were one of the many people who stayed after school. You needed to check up on all the clubs to see who needed extra funding. It was a tedious task, really. Between having to interact with the Basketball team and Choir, you didn't know which one was worse.

It was worth it. You needed to get it done and over with, now the hard part was over. You scratched two clubs out of the way from your clip board, you only needed to check up on one other club.

The Hellfire Club. Perfect.

You started making your way towards the theater, going towards the basement where Eddie usually held the club at. You were surprised the Theater kids had let Eddie use up their spot. Arriving to your destination, you lightly knocked on the doors before entering.

You saw the Hellfire members whip their heads in your direction, obviously startled by your entrance.

"Oh, shit! It's that girl you li- ow!" Dustin hissed in pain, holding his ankle that had just been kicked.

"Were in the presence of someone wonderful today," spoke Eddie, grinning at you as you walked up to him. You shared the same wide grin as his. It seemed like Eddie was more in control of his emotions this time. "The class president. Is there something we can offer you?"

You chuckled lightly, leaning on the edge of the table in front of him. "Yeah, actually. I'm just here to check up your club, how everything is running," you said, holding your clipboard close to your chest.

"I promise I'm not running a cult," joked Eddie.

"I wouldn't mind if you did, just the folks up there would," you followed along, pointing up stairs as you referenced the Theater club. Eddie chuckled.

Your eyes skimmed around the room, quickly checking if anything was out of place. You turn to look at the board that is sitting on the table, grabbing a die.

"You oughta teach me how to play D&D some time, Munson," you flirted. "I heard you're well versed in this game. I could use a tutor to learn."

"Only if you can tutor me for English class," grinned Eddie, his heart beating fast. His natural charisma was coming back alive.

You nod. "Well, it seems like everything is fine and dandy here," you said, crossing Hellfire's name from your clipboard. "My job here is done for today. You kids stay out of trouble!"

You jokingly pointed at the young boys as you made your way out the club. "[Surname]!" yelled Eddie, before you walked through those doors. You turned to face him along with the Hellfire members, watching the interaction unfold. "You're welcome to join this club any time you want."

"Definitely," you threw Eddie a wink before you closed the doors behind you.

"Woah dude, congrats. You made yourself not look like a total idiot this time," joked Dustin.

You chuckled before walking away, your feet scurrying at how excited you felt. This was definitely going somewhere.

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Its was a Wednesday morning.

And Eddie could feel Jason's eyes boring onto his skull. He took a quick glance at Jason, fury written all over his face. You didn't seem to notice as you batted your eyelashes at Eddie. Your teacher had gifted your class free ten minute to do whatever you wanted before class ended.

You obviously took your chance to talk to Eddie who would always sit behind the class in the corner. "You've been showing up to class lately, Munson," you started. "Detention is no longer a fun place for you?"

Eddie chuckled nervously, tearing his eyes away from Jason and focusing on you. "I got a little bored dealing with the guys at detention," smirked Eddie. "Besides, I get to see my favorite person in this class. You, [Surname]."

You felt yourself get goosebumps, taken aback by Eddie's flirting. This boy was going to be the death of you some day.

"Plus, you offered to be my tutor, and I couldn't pass up on that," said Eddie. You scooted your chair closer towards him and Eddie swore he could feel his heart racing faster. Your legs were mere inches away from his, it somehow felt indecent even if it was not.

"I'm glad that you're finally taking your education seriously," you said. "What day is available for you?"

"Thursday, after school?" offered Eddie.

Your face dropped. "I can't. I have to help out for the Basketball event tomorrow." Eddie looked back at Jason. He was whispering to his friends before his group turned to look at you and Eddie.

"That sounds like a nightmare," responded Eddie, impolitely.

You knew Eddie did not have a good relationship with anyone from this school, especially those in the Basketball team. You tried finding a way to articulate your next words but the bell had started to ring.

"I know you don't like the Basketball team," you said, getting up from your seat. "But you should come by tomorrow, we can sort out the details there."

The idea of staying after school for anything else but Hellfire did not appeal Eddie in the slightest. He did not enjoy Basketball and he definitely did not like those jerks who played in it.

"Uh, I'll see if I have time," mumbled Eddie, also getting up from his chair.

Eddie saw the hope you had fade away, only nodding at his response. "Of course, if you can't. We can always try the weekend," you said, giving Eddie an awkward smile. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Eddie watched you leave the classroom, obviously bummed out he didn't take up on your offer. He hated how you had to help out in extracurricular events he hated.

"She's class president so you're gonna have to do things you don't normally do," said Dustin to Eddie. Eddie felt embarrassed that he was asking a literal child for advice. He was deeply infatuated with you but Eddie refused to admit it verbally. "That is if you really do like her."

Eddie frowned. He really did like you, maybe he would give it a try just this one time.

"Freak!" sneered Jason, passing by Eddie and Dustin in the halls.

Or maybe not.

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Its Thursday evening.

The shoes squeaking from the floor and constant dribbling made your head hurt. You hated being at most sporting events, loud parents shouting at the top of their lungs and kids leaving candy wrappers all over the floor.

You had thought about cancelling and not coming but you had given your word. You weren't going to back out from a promise regardless of how tedious it might be. You noticed Jason constantly shooting glances at you whenever he earned a point. You knew he was hoping on impressing you but you would just give him a dismissive smile.

God, you wished Eddie was here. Maybe then this event wouldn't drag out for so long.

You hear the doors open, turning around to see Eddie. Your eyes lit up, sure he was hours late but he appeared nonetheless. You watched as he made his way up the top of the bleachers.

You turn to look at the vice-president. "Cover for me, please? I'll be back," you said, as they nodded.

You stood up from your seat, quickly making your way over to Eddie. "I thought you weren't going to come," you said, trying to hide your excitement.

"I was debating on it, honestly," responded Eddie, scooting over to the side. He patted the spot right next to him, indicating for you to take a seat.

"Thank the heavens you appeared!" you exclaimed. "I was so bored. You're my savior, Munson!"

"Just call me Eddie," he smiled. "I thought I'd be of company because I can only imagine how boring this would be."

You both hear a screech from a child, diverting both of your attention before laughing.

"Is this what you have to deal with?" laughed Eddie.

"This is nothing compared to other times," you softly lay on Eddie before retracting.

Eddie laughed nervously, feeling his emotions for you intensify. He looked over at the court where Jason was standing, seeing both of you.

"Seems like you have a secret admirer," joked Eddie, hiding his insecurities.

"Who?" You turn to look at Jason, catching a glimpse of him before he was running around in the court once again. "Oh, Jason? Don't worry about him, I have my eyes on someone else."

"Who?" asked Eddie, rather quickly.

"You," you responded, simply. You could tell Eddie was caught off guard, almost like it was his first time a girl had ever confessed to him. You saw him try to articulate his words but you needed to go back into your respective position. "I gotta go, Eddie. You plan on going to the festival tomorrow?"

"Y-yeah," stuttered Eddie, still in shock. How was it so easy for you to just confess to him like nothing.

"Great, it's a date then!" you exclaimed. You gave him a kiss on the cheek before heading back to your spot.

You made the right decision making the first move. The universe only knew where you would be at right now if you had waited on Munson to make the first move.

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It was Friday night.

Dustin watched Eddie check himself out in the rear-view mirror. Dustin for the life of him could not believe that Eddie had scored such a catch like yourself. It felt like Eddie did not even try and he just aimlessly landed a date with you. It had to be a joke.

"I don't believe you have a date with, [Name]," stated Dustin, matter-of-factly.

"Believe it, you little twerp," insulted Eddie, feeling offended.

"C'mon, I don't believe for a second you did," Dustin crossed his arms. "You said it yourself, you couldn't even properly talk to her without being nervous. Did you even ask her out?"

Eddie stayed quiet, choosing not to say anything.

"Oh my god!" laughed Dustin. "Now we know who's going to wear the pants in the relationship!"

"Shut up, Henderson," muttered Eddie, getting out of his van. He felt his nerves intensify as he slowly approached your house.

He stopped midway, overthinking all of his life choices. Right now, Eddie felt a strong urge to just leave and hide in his trailer. Instinctively, Eddie turned around but was scolded by Dustin.

"Idiot! What are you doing!? Her house is that way!" yelled Dustin.

Eddie frowned, wanting to cuss out his friend but restrained from doing so. He walked right back towards your house, feeling ashamed that he was following orders from a freshman. Fixing his denim vest, Eddie started knocking on your door.

You opened the door, excited that the Eddie Munson was at your house, ready to take you on a date. How many times have you dreamed of this moment and now it was finally happening.

"You look amazing," complimented Eddie.

"Eh, I tried," you responded, locking the door and closing it behind you.

"Uh, I brought my friend Henderson," warned Eddie. "He only asked me for a ride, he isn't going to be anywhere near us."

You could tell Eddie was trying not to drive you away. You simply chuckled, find it endearing he was bringing his friend despite being on a date. Eddie continued his rambling, only for you to stop him in his tracks.

"It's fine, Eddie," you said. "You're just being a good friend, I like that in people."

You pulled him by his denim vest and gave him a kiss on his cheek. You headed towards Eddie's van, leaving him starstruck. Dustin was outside the van holding the door open for you, mimicking the actions of a butler.

"Your seat is ready, my lady," said Dustin, bowing his head down.

You laughed. "Thank you, sir," you bowed down before entering the van. Dustin closed the door, Eddie coming up behind him.

"Since when are you a charmer," glared Eddie at his young friend.

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[moonchildreads]

small town masterlist - [in progress]

Well, I was born in a small town And I live in a small town Probably die in a small town Oh, those small communities

Spring break had come and gone in the small town of Hawkins, Indiana, and, surprisingly enough, the world hadn't ended. Yet.

Join Eddie and Dottie as they navigate what's left of the school year, graduation, D&D sessions with the Hellfire Club, falling in love, and potentially deadly supernatural encounters kicking off on a certain Very Important Anniversary no one stopped to warn them about. '86, baby. eddie munson/original female character, st4 fix-it, slow burn, strangers to friends (idiots) to lovers, found family, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending (check each chapter for specific warnings)

word count: 171.7k (and counting!)

chapter list:

chapter 1 - the wild boys [1.7k] chapter 2 - what you need [1.4k] chapter 3 - tonight she comes [3.9k] chapter 4 - manic monday [4.1k] chapter 5 - i've got a rock 'n' roll heart [3.2k] chapter 6 - walking on sunshine [2.7k] chapter 7 - the search is over [4.1k] chapter 8 - the heat is on [4.4k] chapter 9 - adult education [3.8k] chapter 10 - that's what friends are for [7.5k] chapter 11 - true colors [5.5k] chapter 12 - fortress around your heart [7.1k] chapter 13 - you give good love [9.5k] chapter 14 - missing you [6.0k] chapter 15 - don't you want me [7.3k] chapter 16 - let's hear it for the boy [12.2k] chapter 17 - girls just want to have fun [7.7k] chapter 18 - i know there's something going on [5.9k] chapter 19 - we built this city [7.6k] chapter 20 - self control [10.3k] chapter 21 - far from over [6.0k] chapter 22 - let's dance [10.5k] chapter 23 - cum on feel the noize [13.8k] chapter 24 - up where we belong [9.9k] chapter 25 - part-time lover [17.4k] *NEW* chapter 26 - the heart of rock & roll *coming soon*

extras:

[1] official small town playlist (full post) + spotify link only [2] hellfire class of '86 class schedules [3] wayne's chicken rice soup recipe [4] maggie's lemon strawberry cake recipe [5] girls just want to have a road trip playlist (full post) + spotify link only [6] hellfire club's d&d character sheets [7] lydia's potato latkes recipe *NEW* [8] *coming soon*

dividers: @firefly-graphics -> yellow lines & daisies

ao3 link: start from chapter 1 -> here

#bunny writes #small town fic #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #hellfire club #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #gareth stranger things #jeff stranger things #chrissy cunningham #joseph quinn #baby's first fic #nancy wheeler #erica sinclair #wayne munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things #lucas sinclair #jason carver #eddie munson x ofc

[squishy-mochi-is-bright-pink]

Ew The Freak’s Sister

summary: Y/N is a transfer student living with Eddie who has joined the cheerleading squad for her college application. This is where she met arguably her least favourite person, Jason Carver. The pair bicker constantly, but to everyone other than them there seems to be tension behind it.

warnings: slight cursing, none others

Word count: 2642

A/N:Written because there is a criminal lack of Jason x reader content and I am here to provide. Might be cross-posted to ao3. This is a part of a larger self-insert fic I'm working on with my friends but can be enjoyed separately. I might end up writing a second chapter if I feel like it, or there's literally any demand at all. also, I put Chrissy with Andy because I didn't want her to be single. In this AU Chrissy and Jason never dated so there isn't any bad blood.

“Sorry Nance, as much as I would literally love to get this homework done early, I've got practise after school” Y/N complained thinking about the two hours of jumping about in the autumn heat they had to look forward to.

“I’ll probably stick around in the library anyway and meet up with you after practice, I might actually be able to focus. It’s impossible to get work done with how chaotic my house is.” Nance explained as the two got closer to their last class of the day, psychology.

“You're a lifesaver Nance. Meet me by the front of the school when you’re done. I think Eddies picking me up so you can grab a lift with us.” This had become a semi-regular routine for the girls where whenever one had an after-school activity, the other would find something to keep them occupied until it was over. Then they would catch a lift to one of their houses (very often the trailer) and hang out for a while. After their plans had been settled the two took their seat and got ready for a long hour of note-taking.

After class Y/N bid goodbye to Nancy and walked down the halls towards the locker room to stash their bags and emotionally prepare for a long practice. 

“Hey Y/N,” Someone said the locker next to Y/N’s opened and things began to be placed inside.

“Afternoon Chrissy.” They replied changing into a pair of trainers, “You have any clue what we’re doing today? We’ve run more than enough drills, we’ve gotta be on to choreo soon.” Y/N guessed as best as she could while they finished tying her laces.

“I don’t know what we’re doing. But, I do know we have to share a space with the basketball guys today” Chrissy casually mentioned. Y/N paused for a minute to process the terrible news she had just been told as if it was nothing was wrong. However, according to Y/N, there was a lot wrong with having to share practice space. Practically speaking it seriously limited what could get done at practice. Arguably worse than reducing productivity was the fact that Jason would be spending the entire practice making Y/N regret showing up. 

“Chris,” Y/N paused for a second. “Please tell me that you’re joking. I’m begging you, tell me this is a joke.” the desperation in her voice was palpable.

“Nope,” Chrissy said popping the p and turning around to face a distraught, fully ready Y/N, “ I heard it from Andy at lunch. Why?” Before Y/N could rise out of the little pit of despair they had dug themself into long enough to respond Chrissy answered her own question. “Oh, Jason. You two are always fighting, right? I'm sure he’ll be too busy with his practice to even notice you’re there”

He was not, in fact, too busy to notice her. Nor was he too busy to bother them.

In fact, since Jason had heard about the change in practice location from his coach at lunch he had been looking forward to some entertainment. Y/N was oh so easy to piss off on a regular day. During practice when she has to run and jump about for an hour in a skirt even Chrissy complains about being uncomfortably short Y/N’s buttons were going to be easier to push than the keys on a keyboard. 

Meanwhile, in the boys' locker room a very similar topic was being explored. 

“You guys think we’re even gonna get anything done if we have to share a practice space?” Andy asked the other guys as they got changed.

“I honestly have no clue. I mean cheerleaders cant take up THAT much room. It's not like it's a real sport or anything.” Chance replied. Chance had a bad habit of blurting out the first thing that pops into his head. There was never any malice behind anything he said, he just always blurted out the wrong thing. Sometimes this landed him in sticky situations, sometimes it earned him an eye roll and more often than he would like to admit it landed him in lunch detentions. This time it got him a light smack to the back of his head.

“Chance shut up you airhead. You try jump about non-stop for an hour.” Andy, who had delivered the smack, countered. Everyone else got the sense that Andy was just repeating back a conversation Chrissy had very clearly had before. Generally when Andy came out with something that well reasoned it was copied verbatim from Chrissy.

“I don't know how much we’ll get done, but it should be a pretty entertaining practice,” Patrick added pulling his practice uniform on. 

“Huh?” Jason looked to his friend for clarification.

“Oh yeah!” Andy said from Jason's left, making him feel like he was the only one out of the four who didn't get the joke. Even Chance is nodding along. Whether or not he was in on the joke, only he knew. “Jason’s favourite person is gonna be there. She's on the cheer team.” Andy continues. He emphasised favourite person and laughed a little under his breath. 

“Oh yeah, I guess she will be.” Jason knew exactly who they were talking about. This line of teasing could only be about one person, Y/N. He and Y/N had been trading back and forth insults almost every day since she arrived in Hawkins. When she first got here they bumped into each other in the halls and while she apologised he laughed a little and the seemingly sweet shy girl in front of him, mainly because he had no clue who she was, before showing her to her first class. This sweet introduction was promptly ruined when Y/N happened to find Jason shouting at Eddie from the other end of the hall calling him a freak.

The seemingly shy girl turned to him and began berating him in the corridor in a thicker accent than he had heard her use all day. She called him every name she could think of and asked him what on earth got into his head that raised his ego high enough to call other freaks. Jason was shocked, embarrassed and a little confused why the newest cheerleader was so insistent on standing up for the freak. He later learned she was his roommate and host-sister. Y/N and Jason hadn't been able to be in the same space for more than thirty minutes without a fight breaking out since.

These little fights had become a serious source of teasing for Jason amongst his teammates. Most often just found the sight of her on her toes, finger in his face while she ranted quite funny, they found it even funnier after he found out that the best way to rile the girl up was to not respond and just look at them smugly. This led to Y/N getting more and more worked up until they inevitably stormed off, cheer-mandated ponytail bouncing with rage. 

In short, Jason was looking forward to someone to aggravate for an hour. Jason began to zone the others out as he got ready he heard snippets of the conversation around him. He zoned back in occasionally to comment but he was mostly in his own world, up until he heard some of the sophomore bench warmers turn the conversation towards how they were excited to see the cheerleaders and their skirts at practice. That was when he put an end to the conversation and ordered the boys to meet him on the court in two minutes. 

That was a line Jason wouldn't allow to be crossed, not on his team. Obviously, being captain Jason was first on the court and met Chrissy who was organising the girls for warm-ups. Y/N was indeed there with the others tightening her ponytail before the warm-up jog. When she looked up and accidentally made eye contact with Jason their eyes rolled so far into her skull that for a second he worried they might get stuck. Jason rolled his eyes at her just before she jogged off. Sometimes, scratch that, most of the time, he found her to be obnoxious, annoying and a bit of a bitch. He had to admit she looked prettier than he wanted to admit in her uniform.

Jason spent more of that practice than he wanted to admit distracted. However, this may just be the best he has performed at practice all year. His teammates had noticed the improvement in his playing and a few theories were spun. Some of the younger ones believed that Jason had a crush on one of the cheerleaders and was showing off to get her attention, guesses on who it was varied pretty heavily. One extremely creative freshman guessed it was Chrissy and he was trying to impress her into leaving Andy, he was of course wrong. Jason’s friends assumed it was something to do with his spiked blood pressure from being around Y/N. Patrick had a feeling that it wasn’t just annoyance pushing him to play this way. Maybe somewhere, deep in his subconscious, he was actually showing off. It had gotten to the point where Patrick genuinely had no clue if those two still hated each other or just had two years of tension that needs to be worked through. He had a sneaking suspicion that neither of them was ready for that realisation.

Y/N’s practice was relatively normal. The biggest point of difference was that anytime she made eye contact they would flip him off as subtly as possible to avoid getting in trouble with her coaches. This fueled Jason’s fire, causing him to play better. Him playing better meant him looking over to her more every time he scored to silently brag. Triggering them flipping him off, and continuing the cycle for the rest of the practice. 

Jason’s effort made her want to try harder so as to not be outdone by him of all people. This led to both of them lying on the floor in a puddle of exhaustion by the end of practice, having worked far harder than a random Tuesday required. Neither team was happy about the sudden burst of energy as they all had to try and keep up with it. Most of cheer was spent on drills and the boys spent most of the day on practice matches.

By the time Chrissy managed to drag Y/N back into the locker room to get changed she was panting like a dog and Chrissy had questions.

“So why were you trying so hard today?” Chrissy was very clearly trying to sound casual.

“No reason in particular. Guess I just had a lot of energy.” They replied under their breath with her face deep in their locker, trying to dismiss this line of questioning. As lovely as Chrissy is there is no way she is going to take “I spent the whole practice competing with a boy for no apparent reason other than our tension-filled year-long rivalry” as a valid explanation that needs no further probing. 

“Are you sure? Because if you were maybe trying to get the attention of one of the basketball guys, I could help. I mean I’m dating Andy and he's friends with all the seniors, so-” she paused to fix her shirt “you know I could probably set you up.” Exactly what Y/N expected. 

“Nope Chris. I swear I’m good.” they replied as they gathered stuff for a quick shower, “I’m not particularly into eejits or cocky assholes.” The last bit wasn’t fully true but Chrissy wasn't close enough to know that. In fact, Y/N’s attraction to cocky assholes was not only well known amongst her friends, but often a source of friendly mockery.

Nancy had finished up in the library about ten minutes before it closed and took the spare time to grab a can of New Coke for herself and a bottle of water for her friend, who had an awful habit of not bringing any water to long practices. Before walking slowly down to meet her outside the locker room.

As Nancy arrived at the locker room practice had just ended, meaning she had at least ten minutes probably fifteen or twenty to wait for Y/N to get dressed so Nancy sat down on the floor and pulled out her well-worn copy of Carrie by Stephen King. If she was going to have to wait, she might as well be as comfy as possible while doing it.

After about ten minutes the boys started to slowly trickle out of the locker room. Lucas was one of the first and stop to chat with Nancy for a bit. Just exchanging pleasantries. Nancy hadn’t seen him much since summer ended and hadn’t found the time to congratulate him for making the basketball team last month.

By the time she was nearly done with chapter seven of her book, she was rudely interrupted by a loud scoff. An annoying scoff that could only come from one cocky blonde basketball captain.

“If it isn’t Wheeler number 2,” he said and when she looked up she noticed his blonde hair was still damp from his shower and falling messily into his face. He looked more tired than anyone else did coming out of the locker room and even Lucas had looked a little worse for wear.

“If it isn’t a waste of sperm.” Nancy retorted looking back down at her book. “You look more disgusting than usual than normal Carver, was it a long day of tossing balls into laundry baskets then?” she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. If Jason had an offended look on his smug face she didn't care enough to look up and appreciate it.

“What are you even doing here Wheeler? Last time I checked this isn’t the editing room.” For some reason, Jason seemed to believe that his spot on the basketball team made him more important than the work she puts into the school paper. Social hierarchy bullshit and all that.

“Piss off Jason. I can sit where I want when I want.” her eyes rolled behind the book.

“You know, if you really wanted to check out the guys’ that badly you could just talk to us. It would be an improvement from whatever you have going on with the pervert-”

“Fuck right off asshole. She’s here to get me not stroke your mates' fragile ego” came Y/N’s voice from the door to the girls changing room. They turned to their friend “sorry I took so long, you good Nance?” clearly she had been in the shower because her brown her was tied back with damp strands framing their face.

“Yeah all good, just an annoying noise in here,” she said packing up her bag and ignoring the pissy toddler standing next to her. “Eddie still picking us up?”

“He better be or I’m calling Steve, no way I’m walking home after that practice.”

“Harrington? Please don’t tell me you guys have dragged him down to your cult nonsense” Jason seemed genuinely horrified that his old role model Steve “the king” Harrington had fallen to the level of Eddie Munson and his freak crew.

“What about it? Jealous you don't get to kiss his ass anymore.” Nancy teased having witnessed the puppy dog-like expression that Jason would often follow Steve about with during his earlier years at Hawkins High. Unfortunately, Y/N hadn’t moved to Hawkins at the time and missed that phase, meaning less material for mockery.

“You two suck.” Jason said as if it was the best comeback of the year.

“And you swallow” Y/N responded as the two walked out to the car park.

#jason carver #jason carver x reader #jason carver fluff #stranger things x reader #stranger things

[dixongrimestrash]

Eddie x reader; fluff angst

Eddie forgets to pick you up after work

~~~~

Tick. Tick. Tick

You watched as the clock slowly ticked away, silently waiting for your shift to end. The family video was dead at this point. Mostly everyone in Hawkins was at the championship basketball game.

The only reason you aren’t with Steve watching Lucas ride the bench, or watching Robin in band was because you had been needing to save up some money for your spring break trip with your boyfriend.

Eddie Munson.

He (who was also busy tonight with his hellfire club) was going to pick you up after all Friday night activities subsided.

Sure, you wished you could be with your friends tonight, but it’s not like the shift is hard.

The occasional loners who don’t go to school functions came to pick up some movies before dinner. Then of course you had some older families getting their weekly date night fix.

But now, with only 10 minutes left in your shift, you were just ready to be done for the day.

Eddie was a little disappointed you weren’t gonna accompany him for his big night with his Hellfire friends, however completely understood. He was proud of you for working so hard. (He also had no idea of your planned savings to take him on a weekend getaway).

Since you couldn’t have a fun Friday night with your friends, Eddie promised you to a complete and totally metal sleepover at his place. Which for him consists of cuddling, kissing, talking about your night while he lulls you to sleep with his guitar.

It was going to be so perfect.

When the clock struck nine you shut the lights off, making sure to lock up everything you needed to.

You walked out the front door, locking it behind you. Eddie told you he would be about 10 minutes after your shift ended and to just wait for him to roll up in his van.

You took a seat on the curb and pulled a candy bars out of your jacket pocket. You started to snack and waited on your boyfriend to show.

~~~~~~~

10 minutes turned into 20. Which turned into 45, which ended up being and hour. The air was colder, making you shiver and hug yourself. You knew the game was over by the increased traffic on the main road leaving town.

You sighed, standing to your feet and dusting yourself off. You started walking back into town toward home.

Eddie forgot.

Your heart ached, he has never done this before. Your mind started to spiral.

Why did he forget me?

Am i not important to am?

Was he angry with me?

Your heart sped a little when you saw a car approaching. Maybe Eddie was just running a little bit behind?

No. It was none other then King of Hawkins High himself Jason Carver and LUCAS?

“Hey Y/n we won the championship game! I hit the winning shot can you believe that!” Lucas exclaimed as Jason’s car slowly rolled to a stop making you stop as well. Lucas’ sudden excitement caught you off guard.

“Oh wow Lucas that’s.. great, Um congrats.” You shivered again from the cold air. You were happy for the young boy who you’ve grown very close too.. considering the last few years.

Even though you were happy for Lucas, the hurt, anger, and disappointment you had for your boyfriend was overshadowing your emotions.

“We are going to the after party you should come.” Jason said as sly as ever. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“No thanks, just heading home.”

You weee not a fan of Jason. You had seen how he talked to Eddie, Dustin, and Mine. Pretty much everyone who wasn’t on the cheerleading or basketball team was beneath him.

The only reason he was even talking to you was because your sure Lucas had seen you and asked Jason to pull over.

“At least lemme give you a ride. It’s scary out these days. Don’t wanna be walking home alone.” Jason smirked.

You scoffed, “I’ll take my chances.”

“Come on Y/N, we are heading that way. Besides why are you walking home? Where’s your car?” Lucas asked his ‘cool kid’ demeanor fading and being replaced by real concern.

“Eddie was supposed to pick me up. But he probably just got busy or someth-“

“The freak? We saw him leaving with his cult friends at the same time we left.” Jason cut you off. Lucas just lowered his head, not wanting to let his new popular friends know he is associated with the Hellfire Club.

“Well either way… I just worked like an 8 hour shift so I just wanna go home.” The gravel on the road seemed way more interesting then the current conversation you were having. Not making eye contact with the boys inside the car anymore.

“Hop in.” Jason said giving you a sad smile. You rolled your eyes and gave in. Knowing damn well part of you was doing this to make Eddie mad. The other part just really ready to get home.

The drive to your house was quiet on your end. The boys were talking about the game and how they were gonna get smashed at the after party.

You almost didn’t even recognize Lucas with how he was acting.

Jason pulled into your driveway and turned off the car. “Sure wish you could come with us y/n. It really is gonna be the party of the year.” Jason smirked and turned to look at you in the back seat.

“Yeah well maybe another time. Thanks for the ride.”

And without anymore words, you got out of the car and walked toward your front door, unlocking it and going inside.

The house was quiet, your parents already asleep. You shuffled up to your room, quietly shutting the door behind you.

You threw your smelly work clothes in the floor and changed into an oversized tee. You didn’t even bother brushing your hair or anything. You just wanted to sulk in your bed.

You closed your eyes and tried to contain the burning feeling in your nose and throat. You couldn’t help by cry.

This hurt. And this hurt bad.

This was so unlike Eddie. And you had yet to hear from him even now after almost two hours after he was supposed to pick you up.

You cried and cried and cried until eventually you fell asleep.

~~~~~

The sound of your doorbell ringing woke you up the next day. The bright light coming through your curtains gave your already pounding headache worse. You rolled over, placing another pillow over your eyes.

You could hear footsteps approaching your bedroom door. A soft knock was heard along with a voice you weren’t expecting to hear.

“Y/n? Hey you in there?”

You sat up quickly, pillows flying off your bed.

It was Eddie.

Your parents loved Eddie so of course they just let him right on in. You didn’t even have the energy to tell them what happened last night.

“Sweetheart can I come in?” His voice was soft, and low. Almost like a whisper.

Your heart ached. You didn’t want to do this right now. You had wished it had been a bad dream.

Nonetheless, you stood making your way across the room to open the door just wide enough for Eddie to get a small glimpse of you.

His heart ached at your appearance. Your eyes were puffy and he could only assume they were from crying. Which hurt him even more. Knowing he made you cry broke his heart.

Your messy hair sticking out in all places. He was used to this as he knew you were a pretty rough sleeper. But what broke him the most was the sad look you had etched across your face.

“Hey.” You said looking at your bare feet. This was all you could muster up to say to Eddie. He obviously had gotten fair sleep by the look of his appearance. You couldn’t say the same for you.

“Hey sweetheart. Can I come in? I’m sorry for waking you on your Saturday.” Eddie leaned closer into the door frame trying to reach out to your hand. You took a step back, avoiding his touch.

You had missed him. Even though you were angry, his small gestures melted your heart. You loved how he always reaches out to caress your arm or hand. How he towers over you and places his chin on your head. His long arms completely surrounding your body in warmth.

You wanted to just let it all go. But he hurt you and this was one conversation you can’t avoid if you wanted to continue living life together as a couple.

You opened the door for him. He walked in your room, surveying the area. The pink contrast and brightness of your room always caught him off guard.

He sat down at the edge of your bed and you followed up. Climbing back up and sitting criss cross next to him. He places his hand on your bare thigh making your heart flutter.

“About last night I-“

“You mean when you forget about me and left me sitting on the curb at family video for almost two hours after you PROMISED me you’d pick me up and take me back to your place afterward? Yeah Eddie what about last night do you wanna talk about?”

Eddie was surprised at your sudden outburst. As were you, but it needed to be said.

“Y/n there is no excuse. I’m so so sorry. Yes I got caught up in the game and the boys and by the time I realized how late it was I hauled ass to the family video but you were already gone.” Eddie was now turned toward you, his hand in your squeezing tight.

“I felt like shit. Like actual dog shit.”

This caused a smile giggle from you, making Eddie’s pulse race at your smile. He wiped away the stray tears that you didn’t even realize were falling.

“Hey there’s my girl.” He lifted your chin with his fingers. “I am so sorry y/n. I was so worried about you and then I felt even worse because you had to walk home a-“

“Eddie I didn’t walk.”

“How’d you get home then?”

You could feel the heat creep on your cheeks. The anger you felt now fading but replaced with embarrassment.

“I got a ride.. from Jason.” You tried to hide your laugh as Eddie’s face contorted to disgust.

Him being dramatic of course, he forcefully through his hands over his heart and fell back into your bed.

“Ouch babe that stings that really stings.”

You laughed and pulled him up and wrapped your arms around his torso. “You know I deserved that. So imma let it slide just this once.” Eddie said pulling away and pointing a finger at you.

You smiled up at him, letting him know you were no longer angry. Just happy he is here now. His lips found there way on yours and you felt the sparks flying all around you.

You pulled back, “you soooo owe me a date night. And I guess I can let this one slide too. But just this once.”

Eddie’s hands cupped your head and he places kisses all over your face. “It’ll never happen again M’lady.”

“Good.”

You two snuggled up and ended up laying there for the rest of the morning. No more words said. Just the two of you, together, and happy.

~~~~~

First time writing for Eddie! Hope it’s okay!

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie fluff #eddie angst #stranger things #netflix #lucas stranger things #lucas sinclair #jason carver #steve stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson

[harrywavycurly]

Idk why I feel like one night reader would stop what she’s doing and go all “hold my beer” if she saw Jason on the streets after she finds out how mean he was to Eddie🥺

Hiii lovey!! This made me laugh because instead of “hold my beer” it’s 100% “hold my cheese fries” and really in her mind no one can be mean to Eddie besides her and for her it’s different 😂 but here I’ll give you a little convo of Eddie TRYING to stop her from doing anything reckless while pregnant😂💖

-find all things One Night Stand Eddie here✨

*You just need Eddie to hold your stuff really quick*

“Are you sure walking and eating is a good idea? You’re a little…messy when your eating your third order of cheese fries for the week.” “Are you sure you talking to me while I’m in my happy zone is a good idea? You’re a little annoying when I’m eating.” “Got it…no more talking while you’re eating….oh shit…let’s uh go this way and we can walk through the park…” “what? I don’t want to go to the park…who is that?” “It’s Jason and I’m not in the mood for him today so please can we-” “hold my fries….hey asshole!” “What the fuck are you-” “yes douchebag I’m talking to you…your name Jason?” “How the fuck are you walking so fast? Stop okay you’re-” “i am well aware I’m pregnant Edward I don’t need you to remind me….this will only take a moment.” “Jesus Christ…” ��why is the freak’s baby momma talking to me?” “Listen up Mr. I peaked in high school…talk about the father of my child one more time and you’re going to have a problem…and the problem is me because guess what? I only have like four more months until I can properly kick your ass.” “Kick my ass?…you gonna let her handle your problems Munson? What a wimp.” “He’s not the one talking to you right now…I am so look at me and get this through that thick fucking skull of yours okay?….fuck with him again and you’ll regret it because he may be a freak…but I’m a fucking crazy bitch…now get out of my way I’m trying to get my steps in…fries please.” “Uh…here you go…” “thanks…what are you standing there for? Didn’t I tell you to get out of the way?” “Fuck yeah…sorry.” “Did Jason Carver just say sorry…to you?” “Damn it…my fries are cold now.”

#one night stand convos #eddie munson series #eddie munson x pregnant!reader #dad!eddie x mom!reader #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson enemies to lovers #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #Eddie Munson #jason carver #eddie munson social media au #eddie munson au #my little dungeon master baby

[stevesbipanic]

Loop Number 481

Steve's favourite loop lasted only a day.

He wanted some time with Eddie but didn't feel like sneaking him back home. They stayed at Rick's, just the two of them.

Eddie was scared, of course he was, he always was and Steve couldn't blame him.

"I'm sorry, Eds." The nickname slipping out even though this is their first conversation in this loop.

"Not your fault, Steve." Eddie had grinned at him, it looked more like a grimace. "Old Munson curse finally catching up to me."

They spent the day with a six pack of beer looking out at the lake, talking about nothing in particular. Eddie didn't bring up King Steve once. For a moment Steve could pretend this was another day. That it was a day after he fixed the loop, that he and Eddie were friends, that Eddie remembered all the loops too, that Eddie even knew about the loops.

They shared a joint, Eddie cracked a joke about always giving Tommy shit weed, Steve felt forgiven.

"I'm sorry too, Stevie." Steve felt warm after hearing the nickname again, it had been 13 loops since he last heard it. "What have you got to be sorry for, Eds?"

Steve never got the answer.

There was a car, then yelling, Steve felt the cold water around him and his last thought before his alarm woke him up was, Jason Carver has a gun.

#stevies time loop #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #st4 #steddie #stranger things season 4 #smidge of fluff #time loop #loop au #ficlet #the boys spend some time together #jason carver is an asshole tho

[royalty-unknown]

Could you please do one of little reader who is Jason Carver’s sister? (hate that guy) but Eddie is their caregiver? and Jason catches them being bottlefed by Eddie?

The Start of a new friendship

Cg!Eddie Munson x little!reader Including Brother Jason Carver Requested by: Anonymous 

Hi my lovely flower! I’m really happy that you sent this in because I love in this case when I fix how characters view each other and when characters go from enemies to friends. I dislike him too but I don’t want to view him as bad and a meanie :( 

WARNING!!: Heavy Heavy Fluff, Enemies to Friends.

Eddie Munson, your amazing boyfriend and caregiver, You absolutely adored him but you couldn’t say the same for your brother who practically hated his guts. You didn’t understand why though he was lovely, took care of you when you regressed, Was so soft and kind, Loved you no matter what, And was actually very intelligent. But no Jason your brother no matter how good he seemed or was he still hated his guts. 

Eddie was playing with you with the toys basically creating a mini d7d game but less violent and with stuffies you had the house to yourself and decided to invite Eddie over and you ended up slipping when he got here but he didn’t mind he just took care of you like the amazing caregiver he was. You both stopped playing after you started whining “What’s wrong kitten?”he asked “hungwy” you said looking at your tummy that growled in frustration of not being filled with food. 

“Aww ok I’ll go make you a bottle ok you stay here and shout..Uh-..Care bear! If somethings wrong ok?” he said getting up “Okie” You said as you went back to playing and as he walked to the kitchen of your house. About 15 mins later he came back with a freshly made warmed bottle and gently picked you up and he sat on the couch with you on straddling his lap as he held is wrist out and bringing the nipple of the bottle up to it to let it drip on his wrist to see if it was too hot, Which it wasn’t so he put the bottle in your mouth and gently patted you bum. 

About half way done you're in a deep sleep but still drinking and that’s when your bedroom door opens to reveal your brother Jason, “What are you- Y/n?!” He said walking up to you and Eddie. Eddie hugged you and leant back saying in a low voice as to not wake you “aye man, I understand you don’t like me and that you don’t think i’m good enough for her but please let's not argue right now I will explain everything to you later and you can kick my behind later but please not while she’s like this..” He said with eyes that pleaded. Jason sighed and sat down next to him as Eddie quietly went back to feeding you after you started whimpering. 

Eddie shushed you while bouncing his leg and patting your bum. It was silent until Jason spoke up “She’s an age regressor?..” He asked a tone completely soft and different from how he would usually address him which was aggressive. Eddie was taken back but still answered “u-uh yeah.. She uses it to cope with (Reason)..h-how'd you know” Jason was quiet then he blurted out “Chrissy regresses too..” he said and Eddie replied “Oh! We have to let them have a playdate sometime” Earning a chuckle from Jason.  

“Hey eds? If it’s..Ok if I call you that” and Eddie smiled “Yeah! And I would like that!” he said then jason blurted out “It’s not that I don’t like you it’s just I don’t want her to get hurt she’s been hurt enough..I am really sorry for how much of an a-butt I can be”he said sounding sad but chuckling at the end of his sentence. This made Eddie chuckle as well. “Hey it’s ok man we all have our moments, and I understand you're just trying to protect her and that’s okay I’m just glad we had a talk about it and I can assure you that I will never ever hurt her a day in my life.” 

He said smiling down at his sleeping baby who now has a pacifier in her mouth but his words sounded honest and direct. Jason smiled at his words and stood up “alright Eds I have to go take care of chrissy” He said walking out and Eddie nodded. Who would have thought Jason Carver would be so nice to Eddie Munson. 

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Word Count: 896

Hi my lovelies! Please let me know about your thoughts and opinions but in a respectful manner. Again thank you so much for this request hopefully it met what you were looking for if not please let me know! I like when I fix Jason so he isn’t mean to Eddie bc we all know our Eddie doesn’t deserve it! But this request was very fun to write and I do hope to receive more from you and others and I will hope to improve as I go and continue writing stories! But anyways hope you're drinking 1-4 water bottles/cups of water and eating at least 1-2 meals a day! Until the next one my fellow Victims~

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━ LOSING GAME - eddie munson x fem! reader

summary: drowning in lover's lake isn't the best unless edward freaking munson is around

warnings: mention of drowning

Being Jason Carver's girlfriend revealed as the worst mistake of your life when he set a double date with a couple of friends at lover's lake at midnight.

You looked around, walking in the awkward silent of the dark woods; only the sound of your feet stepping on dry leaves, your breathes and a few hoots from an old owl watching over you from the tallest tree with its lighting in the dark yellow eyes could be heard.

Why would Jason set a date in the middle of nowhere at midnight when no one can see a thing and maybe trip and fall? You remembered you already tripped and fell when you arrived at the edge of the woods as you were thinking about it; you didn't know that part of Hawkins.

You weren't surprised no people at all were around: it was all dark, the full branches of the trees hindered the light of the moon to light your way through that melancholic place that reminded you somewhat of your mind.

Finally you made it to the lake alive to find Jason sitting on the little bridge, throwing rocks in the water for boredom until he turned to you. "Ah, finally, there you are, (L/N)."

"Nice to see you, Carver." You rolled your eyes; he was getting really annoying recently, but you though it was just because he wasn't completely over Chrissy's death and was still looking for revenge. You realized your couple friends that were supposed to be there weren't around. "So... when are they coming?"

"They're not coming." Was his cold reply. You noticed he looked kinda nervous, so you tried to ask: "Are you okay-"

"Shut up! I know you did it!" He got up. "Did what?" You raised an eyebrow at him. "Talked to the freak." He explained he recently spotted you talking to Eddie Munson, the freak of Hawkins High, a few weeks before; he was now accused of Chrissy's murder. "He did not murder Chrissy!" You yelled at him. "Her body was in his trail, so he did!" Jason insisted. "You don't have enough proofs!"

"So now you're by the freak's side?!"

"Yes, I am!" You confirmed. Jason pulled you closer by grabbing your shirt and now he was facing you, eyes filled with rage. "Alright, (Y/N) (L/N)! You definitely crossed the line! Between you and i, it's over!" He let you go by the neck, but he grabbed you again by the waist. "Jason, let me go!" You kicked your legs in the air, but that was hopeless as he threw you into the water like you were a big rock. The worst is that he knew you couldn't swim.

Jason ran away immediantly after throwing you in the cold water. You were freezing, trying hard to stay on the surface, but you couldn't even float. You begun to sink underwater. You closed your eyes as you though your life was about to end that night... until you heard someone diving as you hear bubbles around you. You had no courage to open up your eyes to see who it was until they grabbed you by the waist, but instead of pushing you deeper as you would have expected from Jason they pulled you out of water.

You coughed a few times hard; you tried to open your eyes, but they burned and your sight was fogged. You heard a voice trying to interact with you. "Are you okay?" As you slowly got your sight back, you could clearly see a male figure with long messy hair and a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring at yours and a smile of relief on his face as you opened up your eyes.

"Eddie?" You finally spoke, even your throat felt on fire due water being stuck. "I'm glad you're okay." He helped you getting up on your feet. "What were you doing at this time in the water, were you trying to improve your swimming skill?" He knew you couldn't swim. "Jason broke up with me and he attempted to make drown."

"I know. I saw that." He grinned. "Then why you asked?" You asked, raising your eyebrow and crossing your arms to your chest. "I don't know." He chuckled. "I just want to know why you were dating him for all this time. I mean you knew how he was and that he was with Chrissy before you and wasn't done with that yet and-" you gently shut his mouth with your index. "It's okay. Thanks for not letting me drown." You said softly as you forgot to do that before.

You looked at your watch and noticed it was past your bedtime. "Oh fuck. I should be home by now." You were about to walk away, until Eddie spoke. "I should be home, too, but unluckly the whole town is on a freak hunt." You walked back at him. "Do you think your mother would mind if you stayed with me tonight?" You though about that for a few seconds, remembering your mother was away for work that week and your grandma wouldn't mind. "Nah, I don't think so."

"Well, if that's the case... come with me." He grabbed your hand and guided you into a wood bunker at the edge of lover's lake you didn't know how you hadn't noticed before. You entered that old shack to find a few empty beers on the floor and his bed was an old boat left behind. "It's not the most comfortable bed, but that's all I've got for now." He scratched the back of his neck. The two of you lied down in the boat at the same time and though at first it was hard and uncomfortable, the more you lied down the more comfortable it became.

Eddie pulled the cloth over your bodies as a blanket. You could feel his hand gently caressing your hair. "If it bothers you, tell me to stop." But you never felt so comfortable in your entire life. You though to yourself: "Please, don't stop."

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~Eddie Munson x cheerleader!Fem reader~

Authors note: decided to post a bit earlier before writing the result of the poll votes so here you guys go - love bunny <3

Butterflies🦋-

Eddie Munson was the town freak. She was the town sweetheart. What people didn’t know was the secret friendship and butterfly inducing looks shared between the two…

Walking down the bustling hallway of Hawkins high sparked a feeling of home to you. Hawkins made you feel like you belonged…Others may have disagreed. The hallway was heavily decorated, being full of banners advertising the upcoming pep rally, which made you smile as the thought of cheering for your school made you giddy with excitement.

Stopping at your locker, you hurriedly dropped off your books, switching them out for the correct upcoming lessons of the day when you suddenly felt a overbearingly arrogant presence planting their feet beside yours. Looking over, you realised it was Jason, who was looking at you expectantly, causing an immediate deflate in your natural peppy posture. “Hey!..Jason, what’s up?” You speak in a fake, overly girlish tone, hoping it would boost his ego enough to get him to give up and leave you alone for the time being. He smirks at you, showing his unnaturally white teeth as he leans closer to you, his arm slinked over the top of your locker door “Hey..heard you were gonna head over to the gym to practice your little cheer sequence for the pep rally after school…you wouldn’t mind if me and a few of the basketball team come and watch do ya?”

You quiver under his predatory gaze, his douchbag aura unsettling you as much as it usually does, when you suddenly see another pair of feet plant beside yours, except these were a pair of tatty old black sneakers. Looking up to see the face of this intruder, you almost physically show your relief. The unmistakable walnut coloured eyes that secretly made you melt on the inside blinked at you, asking in a subtle way if you were okay. His shoulder length ,wavy ,carob hair falling over his cheeks, framing his face perfectly as he gazed down at you. You blinked back at him, your expression enough to show him you were uncomfortable with the current situation. As if on cue, Jason steps forward, breaking apart the silent conversation you two were having. “You want something freak? Or you just here to gawk at a pretty little cheerleader who is way out of your league” he mocks, getting in between you and Eddie. The Metalhead simply scoffs at his statement “could say the same thing about you Jason, don’t you have better things to do than harass Y/N? Like I don’t know, maybe talking to your actual girlfriend Chrissy?”.

Jason scoffs,seemingly embarrassed , giving up and stomps away, muttering curses under his breath sounding a lot like “devil worshipper” and “fucking dick”, giving him the appearance of a grumpy toddler after being told no. Turning back to Eddie, you sigh in relief, giving him a grateful smile “God Eddie, I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t intervene, I’m so bad at confrontation” you mumble shyly. He grins down at you with that boyish, lopsided smile of his that never fails to give you butterflies, and whispers down at you in a soft tone “well, couldn’t let the prettiest girl in Hawkins get harassed, could i?. Your face immediately flushes pink, the butterflies almost bursting out of your stomach at his words. Trying to ignore them, you meet his gaze and smile sweetly at him, before shutting your locker and walking away, giving him the occasional glance back with a giddy smile on your face, which of course was replicated back. Little did you know that his own butterflies were going as crazy as yours..

#eddie munson #x fem!reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #jason carver #fluff #eddie munson fluff #cheerleader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x female reader

[moonchildreads]

small town

Chapter 20 - Self Control

IN THIS CHAPTER: The last high school party, apple flavored Kool-Aid, and Andy gets what he deserves [10.3k]

WARNINGS: underaged drinking, mentions of drug use (weed), slut shaming, a little misunderstanding (gets resolved really quickly), suggestive themes? (very mild, eddie's just a little bit wired, okay?)

A/N: i know i'm a day late, i'm sorry T.T someone got fired at my job and i'm supposed to handle their shit now because my boss is kinda cheap. it is what it is. BUT. hopefully this chapter makes up for my tardiness because as you can probably tell from the banner, the slow burn is officially boiling, you guys! enjoy <3

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In the night, no control Through the wall something's breaking

Saturday, May 31st - 1986

Dottie was pacing like a nervous dog in a cage, feet hitting the soft rug in front of her closet with each step she took. It was the first Saturday in a long time that she hadn't spent in a blissful domestic bubble with Eddie and she was feeling downright antsy. The night before, once Hellfire had officially said goodbye to its Class of '86, the two teens had sat themselves in a booth at the back of The Hideaway with burgers, fries, and milkshakes, and something had finally clicked into place for her. There was no longer a specific need for them to spend so much time together anymore - no more exams to study for, no more books to read or worksheets to fill, and yet there they were still, on a Friday night, getting food together like usual. Sitting opposite of Eddie in that booth, watching him try to lick ketchup from the corner of his mouth and not reaching the smudge with the tip of his tongue, it dawned on Dottie that she had never loved anyone the way she loved him.

It wasn't that Dottie hadn't loved throughout her life, because truthfully she had. She had loved her Dad first, tiny fingers wrapping around a big thumb when she was just a few hours old. She'd loved her Grandparents, all four of them equally, but maybe no one should tell them that Grandma Jo leaving after a visit would always cause the biggest sobs to escape her tiny toddler body. She'd loved her Uncle Johnny, always cuddling up to him while they lived together, not really understanding that he wasn't actually her Uncle until it was too late to start calling him anything else. She'd loved her friends back in New York, even though she knew now that they hadn't loved her back in return. Hell, she'd loved Tyler, or else it wouldn't have hurt as much as it did when he broke her heart. Dottie wasn't someone that didn't know what loving meant or felt like, but the way she loved Eddie was unlike any other kind of love she had ever experienced before, and she knew she had to tell him sometime soon or she'd regret it for the rest of her life.

But first, there was prom, and graduation, and most pressingly, a party for which she had absolutely no idea of what she was going to wear, hence the continuous pacing. James, tired of hearing the back and forth on the wooden floors for the last fifteen minutes, came into his daughter's bedroom resigned to play stylist for the night like he'd done so many times before. Keeping up with the latest trends for the sake of his little girl was a full time job he had long ago learned to love.

"Do you know what Nancy is gonna wear?" he asked, sitting down at the end of Dottie’s bed.

"No, I didn't think to ask. But she always looks so pretty, Dad, I can't look like a bum."

"How about you tell me what you don't want to wear and we can start from there, okay?"

Thirty minutes later, Dottie had an outfit laid out where James had been sitting and she was doing her makeup in a hurry before Nancy picked her up. The plan was simple: go to the party, say hi to Chrissy and thank her for the invite, hang out with Nancy for a bit, meet up with the boys, and if the party sucked, head over to Jeff's for a movie night. He'd rented Ghoulies and Weird Science for the weekend and he still hadn't seen either, so it seemed as good a backup plan as any. Besides, movie nights had always meant sharing a blanket with Eddie and cozying up to him when she got sleepy. No matter what ended up happening, she knew her night wouldn't be completely terrible.

"Honey? Are you done yet? Nancy is here!" James yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"I'll be down in a second!" she hurried to put on her clothes and ran down the stairs to meet her friend, crossbody bag bouncing behind her and hitting her backside.

She found Nancy politely making small talk with her Dad on the foyer; James had gone to school with her mom Karen and had fond memories of sharing a desk with her throughout their many years at Hawkins’ various academic buildings. They hadn't exactly been friends, but they always were on good terms and had even worked on a few projects together, namely one about growing sprouts from beans in mason jars when they were in middle school.

"Hey! Sorry for making you wait," Dottie said, stopping to hug Nancy who was better prepared to receive it than she had been in the school’s bathroom a day before.

"You're fine, don't worry about the time," Nancy reassured her. "There aren't any schedules to keep at these parties, everyone just comes and goes when they want to."

"Oh, good to know that we can just leave whenever if it sucks."

"Speaking of that," James said, getting his daughter's attention. "Call me if you're staying at Jeff's, okay? I'll come pick you up tomorrow."

"Donny can drop me off, you don’t gotta come," she waved her hand nonchalantly.

"Okay, but call me anyway so I know where you are. Take care you two, don't get too wild."

"Dad, seriously," Dottie rolled her eyes, exasperated but not without fondness. She knew he worried too much, but after all they’d been through, she couldn't blame him.

"Have a good night, Mr. Burke, it was nice to meet you," Nancy said, heading out with Dottie at her heels.

"You too, Nancy. Say hi to your parents for me, will you?"

The girls got into Nancy's car and drove away towards Loch Nora, the radio playing The Rolling Stones’ Harlem Shuffle softly in the background. They talked about random things, filling the empty space with the kind of anxious but lighthearted conversations one would have with someone they don’t know very well yet. So far their budding friendship had proved satisfactory for both girls, and they were willing to put in the effort to get to know one another better, even when that meant having to venture outside the comfort zone The Weekly Streak’s newsroom provided. During the ride Nancy complimented Dottie's outfit, and in turn, she had loudly admired hers, prompting the blue-eyed girl to admit she'd borrowed the shiny jacket with padded shoulders from her Mom’s wardrobe. After a good-natured laugh, Dottie admitted she had stolen her dress from her Mom’s closet too and Nancy told her her Mom had good taste. When they parked across the street from Jason Carver's house however, the friendly chatter ceased and both girls stared at the two-storey rising in front of them with apprehension.

"I'm so nervous," Dottie admitted, watching the colors spilling from the fairy lights inside the living room paint the veranda red, then green, then blue, and finally back to red.

"Me too," Nancy said, taking a shaky breath. "But we got this. How bad can it be?"

"Yeah. You’re right. It’ll be fun," Dottie nodded, and arm in arm they ventured inside the packed house in search of good old teenage normalcy.

Neither Nancy nor Dottie were having the slightest bit of fun. After a few shouted-over-loud-music hellos to some familiar faces, they had found themselves in Jason’s kitchen, nursing cups of a strange brown concoction that didn’t smell good and tasted even worse. Dottie wasn’t much of a drinker, and apparently Nancy wasn’t either, citing that the last time she’d gotten drunk, she’d embarrassed herself so badly she’d rather not have a repeat. The jocks and popular kids disagreed heavily with that assessment, and were having a lot of fun with two kegs in the backyard next to the pool. Dottie had suggested they venture out, sit by the water where it wasn’t as stuffy, but Nancy had quickly directed her into the kitchen where they ran into Marcie Hurley, an acquaintance from the newspaper club. Marcie was a lovely tall girl with a bold pixie cut; she was currently slightly intoxicated but full of ideas for stories to run in the last edition of The Weekly Streak before summer holidays started. Nancy pretended to listen to her with her utmost attention, but Dottie could tell by the way her eyes were glazed over that she was definitely calculating how much more she’d have to hear before she could get away without coming across as rude. Two girls Dottie didn’t know walked into the kitchen searching for something fruity to drink when they said something that caught her attention.

“What do you mean Munson said no?” one of the girls was saying.

“He said he wasn’t selling tonight! Which is honestly such bullshit, he was smoking with some other guys, he definitely had something on him,” the second girl said, pouring vodka into a cup.

“Show him your tits, maybe he’ll share with you.”

“Ew, I’m not that desperate!” the first one laughed loudly.

Dottie scowled immediately. She’d once gotten curious about him dealing and asked him a couple of questions, like how did he get into selling and if he was allowed to smoke his own product. Eddie hadn’t been particularly proud of his answers, but she told him she didn’t mind: the money helped pay for some bills around the trailer and put food onto their table. It wasn’t like he was dealing hard stuff or was some kind of mafia lord moving tons of product, for fuck’s sake. People talked about him like he had his thumb on the illegal underground in Hawkins when in reality, he was just a teen selling weed and a couple of pills here and there to a few fellow students at parties. Dottie hoped he’d never done something as gross as asking a girl to show him her body in exchange for a couple of hits of a shitty joint. She liked to believe she knew Eddie, and in her opinion he’d never do something like that, but teenagers had never been particularly known for making good choices. Nancy was already looking at her when she turned around, a knowing smile on her face. She nodded towards the door once, and after a whispered “thank you” off Dottie went in search of her friends.

The boys were enjoying the fresh air and sharing a smoke on the veranda at the front of the house, not really ready to go inside and face the music just yet. Donny had picked up Gareth and Jeff on his way to the party, but Eddie had arrived solo just a few minutes after them. They were talking about music, as they often did, when Dottie opened the front door and jumped on Jeff’s back, who flinched in surprise.

“Fucking hell, Dot, you’re gonna kill me someday if you keep doing that,” he said, rubbing his chest.

“I was worried you guys weren’t gonna show up,” she admitted, hanging onto his shoulders. He leaned his weight into her, hands wrapping around her loose wrists like they were backpack straps to keep her in place as they swayed side to side.

“Party sucks that much?” Donny asked, passing along the joint to Gareth.

“I mean, it’s not like I know a lot of people here. I’ve been hearing Nancy talk to other girls all night, and I think she’s as fed up as me.”

“Wanna ditch?” Jeff asked.

“We’re not leaving until I drink my fuckin’ weight in rich people’s beer,” Gareth declared, giving the cig to Eddie who took a long drag and put the roach out on the underside of the railing he was leaning against.

“If you want beer, there are a bunch of cans in the kitchen but you gotta fish them out of the cooler and someone spilled something green in there. It’s kinda gross,” Dottie grimaced.

“What? No keg?”

“Actually, there’s two in the backyard but the basketball team took ownership of one and I think the football team was doing handstands on top of the other one.”

“That’s so fucking lame,” Donny scoffed.

“Well then, who’s down for fishing?” Jeff looked at the guys, and Gareth shrugged, putting his hands in his jean pockets and following him inside.

“You coming?” Donny asked Eddie who didn’t move from his spot.

“Nah, gonna smoke a cig first. You go ahead,” he said, getting his Camels out of his front pocket.

Donny headed back inside and then it was just Dottie and Eddie under the moonlight, the tiny lamp above the front door doing nothing to shield them from the darkness. Eddie smiled, putting the cigarettes back in his pocket and opening his arms so Dottie could sheepishly tuck herself into him. She felt like she could finally breathe easy when feeling his chest rising up and down under her cheek, his warmth seeping into her bones.

“Too many people?” he asked knowingly, cupping the back of her head with one of his hands. Her fingers drew patterns on the soft cotton of his shirt.

“Mhm,” she nodded. “This is nice.”

“Yeah? You like my shirt?”

“Smells good,” she laughed. He smelled like Old Spice aftershave and laundry detergent.

“Why, thank you for noticing I showered, princess,” he said, grinning. “You look pretty. This your Mom’s dress?”

“Yeah,” she beamed, looking down at her shift baby blue dress. “I didn’t know what to wear so I just played it safe. The socks are new though,” she lifted her leg to show her white ankle socks with frills under her black kitten heels.

“So cute,” Eddie pouted theatrically, making her slap his chest in return. “No, really. You look nice.”

“Thanks,” she settled back against him, cheeks burning.

They enjoyed each other’s presence for a few seconds when the front door opened with a bang, an overexcited and red-eyed Chrissy Cunningham spilling out from the inside, her giggles following her as she skipped towards them in tune with the music coming from the speakers in the living room.

“Am I interrupting something?” she asked, a mischievous grin gracing her fairy-like features.

“Hey, Chris,” Eddie smiled, still holding onto Dottie as she turned in his arms to take a look at the newcomer. “How was your latest purchase?

“It was so good. Valerie, Julie and I just smoked a joint each in the bathroom,” she whispered conspiratorially, making Dottie laugh.

“Oh my. What would Jason say if he knew you were hotboxing his shower?” Eddie matched her tone.

“What Jason doesn’t know won’t hurt him. D’you want to smoke with us later, Dot? Only girls allowed.”

“Sorry, I’m not really a smoker,” Dottie said, feeling a little bit dumb. “But I’ll take you up on that Queen song you promised me yesterday if you wanna dance.”

“Oh my God, yes!” Chrissy grabbed her arm and pulled her out of Eddie’s grasp. “She’s mine now, Ed!”

“I can see that. I’m gonna go get a beer,” Eddie said, following them inside. “Have fun, ladies!”

“We will!”

Weed affects different people in different ways. That was a fact Dottie knew after spending so much time with the members of Corroded Coffin, better known as her best friends. Donny was always virtually the same after a good session, just got very thirsty. Eddie would get deep and thoughtful, and once the effects were gone, he’d get so hungry he’d eat drywall if it was the only thing around. Gareth, like Chrissy, would get giggly once he hit that sweet spot. It was like drinking, Donny had told her once. Everyone had a different tolerance, and most of the time taking a few hits of a shared joint wouldn’t be enough to change anyone’s personality significantly. There were other people like Jeff, for example, who had a very low tolerance and had decided to stop smoking altogether after realizing he’d get panicky and his clothes would always start itching each time he indulged in the vice with his friends. None of them had ever questioned him or pressured him to smoke after that, the same way that they didn’t pressure Dottie to smoke or drink when they were doing it around her. They’d always smoke outside, and Dottie and Jeff were free to lounge around on the couch and talk about anything and everything until they all regrouped inside again. Watching Chrissy be so carefree and joyful made Dottie think that maybe she’d enjoy being invited to one of their movie nights some day.

Chrissy, on the other hand, was a girl on a mission. There were no movie nights being planned in her head; she was instead focused on getting information out of Dottie to relay to Eddie at his earliest convenience. Chrissy liked Dottie, she really did. She liked how kind and attentive she was despite always walking around with an anxiety cloud above her head. She liked how she dressed, with her vintage clothing and big earrings Chrissy couldn’t wear because it’d be dangerous for a cheerleader to be tossed around with hoops or fun acrylic shapes dangling from her ears. She liked how she made Eddie feel, and Chrissy liked Eddie very much, so that just cemented Dottie in her mind as a good person to have around. And so, the blonde lulled her into a sense of comradery with heartfelt compliments and wild dances, trying to get to the bottom of the question she’d had swirling around in her brain for two months now: do you like my friend or is he wasting his time to end with his heart broken? To her credit, what came out of her mouth was much more subtle than that.

“Eddie’s awesome, isn’t he?” Chrissy asked, casting her line into the sea and waiting for Dottie to bite.

“Yeah, he’s great!”

“He was so right about us being friends! I’m so happy you came!”

“Well, thank you for inviting me!” Dottie smiled at her, and Chrissy squeezed her hand in response.

The party was in full swing now. Nancy had found a couple of classmates she got along with and finally managed to escape Marcie’s insistent newspaper talk; she looked much more happy talking to them near the door to the backyard than she’d looked like back in the kitchen. Donny, Gareth and Jeff were fishing out beer cans from the cooler and passing them along to people that normally ignored them in the hallways, their bravery for sticking their hands into the horrid green liquid making them the heroes of underaged teens trying to get unbearably drunk before inevitably throwing up all over Mrs. Carver’s bushes. Eddie stood to a side, near the archway that led to the stairs where bubblegum pink eyeshadow Marianne from his Sociology class had just disappeared up to with his lovesick boyfriend trailing behind her, much to his friends’ jeers and claps. The metalhead had a barely sipped on beer in his hand and hearts in his eyes as he watched Dottie and Chrissy spin around in the middle of the living room, singing along to Top 40 hits and dodging couples making out.

Eddie had never felt happy at a house party before. He’d usually drop by, deal a little bit from the back of his van, and speed away either to Jeff’s house to hang out with his friends or back towards his trailer where he’d smoke and fuck around with his guitar until he’d fall asleep on his tummy with his jeans still on. But standing there, seeing his friends being treated like normal people instead of the dirt beneath a shoe, he felt happy at a party for once in his life. He felt like a normal teenager, like everyone else in the Hawkins High Class of ‘86 saying goodbye to a long school year and hello to the unforgettable summer ahead. Chrissy made a suggestive face at him while dancing around with Dottie and Eddie laughed.

“Hey, Munson!” a familiar voice said, coming to clap his shoulder and snapping him out of his trance.

“Hey, Foster. How are you doing?”

“Weird seeing you here,” Kyle Foster of the Yearbook Club said, looking friendly but fidgety. “You never sell inside at these things.”

“Not selling tonight, man. Just enjoying the beer,” he lifted his can above waist level to demonstrate.

“Ah, dude, that sucks. I had a twenty with your name on it,” he clicked his tongue. “But if our deal still stands, I guess in a couple of weeks you’ll have a bag with my name on it.”

“I’m a man of my word, Foster,” Eddie smirked, shoving his hand into his pocket. “But here, for your troubles.”

He produced a tightly rolled joint from inside his packet of Camels and extended it to Kyle, who looked at him like he’d grown two heads. Never in his entire time being Eddie’s customer had he sold him a pre-roll, much less one that he had intended to smoke himself at some point. He eyed him curiously, not making any moves to pluck it out of the dealer’s hand.

“You sure about that, Munson?” he asked, giving him the chance to recant his offer.

“Yeah, you can have it. I’m not gonna smoke it and I’m feeling generous tonight. Just don’t send anyone else my way, okay? It’s the only one I had.”

“Y-yeah, man, sure! Thanks,” Kyle smiled, grabbing his prize for holding a polite conversation with the town’s freak who felt like less and less of a monster as the school year came to a close. “Here, take the twenty anyways,” he pulled a single bill from his back pocket. “Sorry about, y’know, that whole thing. See you when the yearbooks come out!”

And with that, he shoved the note into Eddie’s hand and left towards the backyard, probably in search of a borrowed lighter to spark up in a corner of Jason Carver’s lush garden. Eddie looked down at his hand, snorted, and put the twenty bucks away to spend another day. Maybe he’d get Dottie a strawberry milkshake like he’d done the day before, only to watch her eyes light up at the first taste and indulge in her pleas because it’s so good, Ed, you gotta try this! They make them with real strawberries! Chrissy found his eyes again over Dottie’s shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him. He clutched his chest like he had been hurt by her, overdramatic as always, and Dottie twirled Chrissy around breaking their eye contact. The songs changed but the girls stayed dancing and he kept on watching them with a satisfied smile on his face. It was a shame, really, that Eddie often became blind whenever he saw the girl he was in love with being truly, completely happy, because if he didn’t, he would have noticed one Andy fucking Humphrey staring at him like he could make the dumb metalhead drop dead in a heartbeat just by looking at him.

Jason Carver wasn’t the typical high school bully you’d see in films. Truthfully, he wasn’t even a bully; he just kept quiet while his friends did all the fucked up things the basketball team was infamous for. He was known as someone who would fly off the handle quickly, but not without reason. He took freshmen and sophomores under his wing, taught them what being a good teammate looked like, gave them a family within the walls of Hawkins High as part of his team. Jason was, if anything else failed, extremely protective and fiercely loyal to his own, and expected the same considerations to be returned to him. So when Andy, one of his best friends since elementary, came running to tell him that The Freak of Hawkins High was trying to flirt with his girlfriend in front of everyone, Jason had no reason to doubt him. Why would he, when Andy had been nothing but reliable all this time?

“What do you think you’re doing, creep?” Jason told Eddie, his tone low, trying not to call too much attention to themselves. Chrissy didn’t need to see this, she didn’t have to know she was being ogled by a pervert under his own roof.

“Drinking your beer, Carver, what does it look like I’m doing?” Eddie said with a sour tone, and instantly knew that had been the wrong answer.

“Yeah? What makes you think you’re welcome in my house?”

“Chill, man, I got invited, same as everyone else.”

“Who would want you here?” Chance Peterson said, appearing at Jason’s shoulder. This was bad.

“Uh, his girlfriend? Just like everyone else?” Eddie deadpanned, putting his can of beer on a ledge and lifting his palms. “Look, I’m really not looking to cause any trouble tonight-”

“Why would Chrissy invite you? You aren’t friends,” Patrick asked, and Eddie held back a scoff. He was willing to bet he knew Chrissy, the real Chrissy, more than any of these meatheads did.

“She invited all the seniors, that’s all there is to it. I’m a senior too-”

“Yeah, a senior citizen, you freak,” Chance said. “Why don’t you go home early and leave us actual seniors alone, huh? What is this, your tenth time trying to graduate?”

“See Peterson, I always knew you didn’t know how to count, but didn’t think you would be so bad at it. Should have known though, it’s not like anyone expects you to do anything that isn’t playing around with your balls. Now why don’t you back off and let your captain here and I have a civil conversation, alright?” Eddie looked down at Chance who narrowed his eyes at him, but Jason threw his arm out to stop him from moving forward.

“We’re not having a conversation, Munson. Back off my girlfriend or leave.”

“I’m not interested in your fuckin’ girlfriend, Carver,” Eddie said, bewildered.

“You say that, but you sure were looking at her before we walked in,” Andy said, stepping around his friends to stand next to Jason. “Wanna explain that?”

“Is looking at someone a goddamn crime now? Can’t exactly leave my eyes at home, you dumbass,” Eddie said, getting loud.

“So you were looking at Chrissy!” Jason yelled.

“No, I wasn’t! Believe it or not, not everyone is fuckin’ in love with your girlfriend, man!”

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Donny flanked Eddie, his voice booming over the sound of the music.

“Back off, dude, what’s your deal?” Gareth threatened Chance when he shoulder-checked him.

People were starting to catch on now, curious eyes looking around for the latest gossip. Jason and Eddie yelling at each other wasn’t exactly new, but both groups of friends having a screaming match at a house party? Now, that was juicy. As everyone started insulting and trying to intimidate each other, Eddie looked around trying to find Dottie in the crowd. She was still dancing with Chrissy, oblivious to the conflict, and now another cheerleader had joined them; he was pretty sure she was a junior and her name was Valerie.

“Hey! Stop looking at her, asshole!” Andy said, grabbing Eddie’s hair and turning his head back towards the imminent fight.

Andy’s voice was loud enough to startle the girls and make them look their way. Chrissy and Valerie paled instantly, hurrying forward to try to contain the scene before it turned truly ugly, leaving a path open behind them for Dottie to follow. Chrissy grabbed Jason’s arm and tried pulling him away when Eddie turned to Dottie and shook his head, his curls still in Andy’s grasp.

“It’s okay, Dot, stay over there!” he told her, not wanting to get her involved and hurt.

But it was too late, because Andy, as stupid as he was, caught on pretty quickly. He hadn’t recognized her before, all dolled up and giggly while she danced with Chrissy and Valerie. He’d simply assumed she was one of their friends, maybe even a junior he hadn’t really paid too much attention to while in school. Insistent on Eddie perving on Chrissy, he’d missed a crucial detail: that the unknown girl she was dancing with was the same girl that had threatened him in the AP Spanish classroom just a week ago. The same one that had told him to stay away from the Hellfire Club. That girl wasn’t Chrissy’s friend, she was a freak, merely blending in with the rest of the school population because she didn’t wear dark colors and leather. Andy turned on her so quickly she didn’t have time to heed Eddie’s warning before he was spewing venom towards her.

“I see now, freak,” Andy said, letting go of Eddie’s hair with a shove and stepping towards Dottie. “You weren’t looking at Chrissy, you were looking at your bitch.”

“What the fuck did you just call me?” Dottie said, angrily.

“That’s what you are, isn’t it? The freak’s little bitch. That’s why you came after me last week, huh?” Andy was seething. “Did he tell you to do that?”

“You brought that on your own by being a smug idiot,” she told him, not backing down from the fight even though she was terrified of him.

“Wait, what are you talking about?” Patrick asked.

“This slut tried to tell Mr. Lorenzo that I cheated on a test if I didn’t leave her friends alone,” Andy explained, once again looking smug. Everyone was watching them now. “Said I was gonna lose my ride to college, acted all flirty and shit. What is it, honey? The freak not giving it to you good enough? Do they all share you, like the big whore you a-”

“Fuck!”

Dottie hadn’t hesitated. Instead, she’d just simply punched him right in the face with her right fist, thumb on the outside like her Grandpa Ken had taught her when they were boxing in his backyard one summer, hitting pillows and humming along to the Rocky theme song while Grandma Caroline made fresh lemonade. The crack that followed the punch was deafening. All chatter ceased and the music was turned off - if a needle were to hit the floor, it would have been so easily heard in the silence that followed her expletive. It had hurt for him, yes, something was definitely broken, but the impact on her knuckles had split the delicate skin covering them, not used to being treated so roughly by colliding against a jock’s bones. Andy pinched his nose with pain, blood starting to pour down his cupid’s bow.

“Wait, no!” Chrissy gasped, as Andy reached over to take someone’s beer can out of their hand and emptied it on Dottie’s head, throwing it away once it was empty. The metal clang on the floor until it hit someone’s shoe.

“What the fuck?” Gareth managed to say, before Eddie launched himself and pushed Andy away from Dottie who just stood there clutching at her hand and looking at the floor in shock.

Her Mom’s dress was ruined, sticky liquid dripping from her hair onto the soft fabric, staining everything as it went down, down, down onto her thighs and legs until it reached her socks. She smelled like an alcoholic and her fingers hurt. She felt empty, adrenaline leaving her body as she shivered while everything around her dissolved into utter chaos. The Hellfire Club and the basketball team were yelling and pushing each other once again, people rushing to get out of their way so they wouldn’t get hit. With the reflexes of someone used to being on alert, Nancy grabbed Dottie’s arm and yanked her aside just in time for Andy to push Eddie off himself and into a side table. Eddie hit the floor with a sickening crunch, but what made everyone stop the brawl was the sound of the lamp on top cracking into a million little pieces right next to the couch.

“Jason, stop this!” Chrissy pleaded, hanging onto his arm.

Andy, not one to be deterred, snapped his head towards Dottie, not caring that Nancy threw an arm out to cover her with her own body. He raised his hand, fully on board with hurting either of them to make a point, when Jason finally snapped into action and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him into Patrick’s arms who instantly held him in place, Chance coming over to help.

“Are you crazy?” Jason yelled at his friend. “We don’t hit women!”

He turned just in time to see Chrissy helping Eddie up, the two of them muttering to each other softly, looking a lot more friendly than he liked. His eye twitched once and he looked at Hellfire as they huddled closer to each other and started inching towards the exit, Nancy and Chrissy herding them out.

“Get out of my fucking house!” Jason told them, like they weren’t already trying to leave.

“Gladly,” Donny said, closing the door behind them and shielding them from further aggressions.

“You guys, I am so sorry,” Chrissy was saying, not knowing who to direct it to first.

“It’s okay, Chris. Not your fault your boyfriend has shithead friends,” Eddie said, patting her shoulder in comfort.

“Still, I should have-,” she cut herself off because there was nothing she could have done; the basketball team and the Hellfire Club were destined to hate each other until the end of time. She turned to Dottie instead. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I think so. My hand hurts,” she sniffed. “I’m sorry we ruined your party.”

“Oh, please, that party sucked,” Chrissy snorted. “The most fun I had all night was when we were dancing with Val.”

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Donny said, guiding Dottie towards his car.

“I can drive her, I brought her here,” Nancy offered, giving him half a smile. She wasn’t friends with the guys, but she knew enough about them through Mike to have at the very least positive feelings towards them. Besides, it wasn’t like Jonathan hadn’t also been an outcast back when he was still in Hawkins. She knew what that was like.

“No, no,” Dottie hurried to say. “You should both go back to the party. Eddie can drive me, Don, I don’t want to ruin your car.”

“Are you sure?” Chrissy said, not wanting to leave her in such a vulnerable state.

“Yes, I’m sure. Go back inside, it’s your party,” she squeezed the blonde’s hand. “I had fun dancing with you, thank you for inviting me.”

“Maybe we can do it again some day? Just us girls?” Chrissy said, eyes full of hope.

“I’d love that,” Dottie said, and she really meant it.

“Okay, then… let’s go back inside, Nancy. Bye guys, drive safe,” Chrissy waved at them, pulling her cardigan closed and both girls disappeared back into the house.

“Is this a bad time to say that I stole a case of beers?” Gareth said, lifting a 12-pack and bringing some much needed humor to the situation.

“Let’s go back to mine then, we can sneak in through the basement door,” Jeff proposed, and Donny nodded.

“I’m… I’m gonna pass, guys,” Eddie said. “I’ll take her home and head back to the trailer. My ass kinda hurts.”

“Have fun without us, okay? I’m sorry I ruined it,” Dottie said, tears swimming in her eyes. Whether it was because of the shame or the pain in her hand, no one knew but no one asked her either.

“Hey now, you didn’t ruin anything. We’ve got an awesome story to tell the kids someday,” Donny laughed.

“Yeah! We’ll be like: Auntie Dot broke a jock’s nose back in high school because he called her names,” Jeff said, putting on an old man voice and Dottie chuckled wetly.

“Come on, let’s go,” Eddie said, guiding her towards his van with a hand on her lower back.

“I should sit in the back, I’m gonna get your seats dirty,” Dottie said.

“Don’t even think about it, there’s no seatbelts in the back,” he said, climbing in and rummaging around for the tarp they covered Gareth’s drumset with when they moved it for gigs.

The music from inside the house was booming again when Donny’s car pulled into the street and the boys left, saying goodbye by honking twice. Eddie covered the front seat with the tarp and helped her get in, clicking the seatbelt for her in place and jogging to get to the driver’s side. Dottie stared out the window as Eddie turned the van on and backed up into the street, waving at a defeated Chrissy who was looking out from the living room’s window. When Eddie stopped at the first intersection, Dottie turned to look at him.

“Ed?” she asked in a shaky voice. “Can you take me to yours instead?”

The trailer was empty with all the lights turned off when they arrived, which was unusual for a Saturday night. Wayne had always had weekends off, after all, he had a kid at home to take care of and nobody was an asshole enough to ask an old man to come in during his time away with his family. Still, as Eddie kneeled down next to the entrance to help Dottie undo her heel buckles, she looked around while holding onto his shoulders and found herself missing her Mr. Wayne. Eddie had asked her in the van why she didn’t want to go home, and she had simply replied she didn’t want to tell her Dad she’d gotten into a fight just yet. She’d failed to mention that she was expecting Wayne to give her the parental comfort she needed, but without the grounding she was sure she was gonna get from her own father.

“He’s at the plant,” Eddie said, guessing her silent inquiry. “He’s doing extra time this weekend so he can take a couple of days off for graduation.”

“That’s really sweet,” she smiled, stepping out of her shoes now that he’d gotten them unbuckled. The beer that had dripped down her legs had stained the tops of her socks.

“Wait here, okay? I’ll get the shower running for you, the knobs are… well, they’re stupid,” he shrugged with resignation. “You can call your Dad if you want, tell him where you are.”

He started the shower for her while she dialed home, James picking up after a few long rings. He listened to her talk quietly while getting her a towel and clean clothes; she hadn’t exactly asked, but Eddie got confirmation that she wanted to spend the night when he heard her lie to her Dad about being at Jeff’s and having a movie night. Eddie wasn’t about to complain about her not mentioning she was with him if it meant he could sleep next to her for a full night. He went back into the bathroom, lowered the toilet’s lid and put the things he’d gathered for her on top before opening the mirror cabinet and pulling out a new toothbrush along with a packet of makeup wipes. She hung up and walked into the small bathroom after him, looking at the items in his hands with a quirked eyebrow.

“I wear eyeliner for our gigs sometimes,” he admitted. “It always looks like shit, but if it’s good enough for Ozzy, it’s good enough for me.”

“Maybe I can teach you how to do it right sometime,” she said, the corner of her mouth lifting into half a smile.

“Maybe you should just do my makeup so I don’t poke my eye out.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll do your makeup next time.”

“Kick your clothes out the door when you take them off, I’ll throw them in the washing machine for you,” he said, and left her to her devices.

He went back into his bedroom to give her privacy and get changed into his own PJs, which consisted of an old ratty t-shirt with a couple of holes around the neck and plaid pants he was sure had belonged to Wayne at some point in their lives. While he busied himself changing his sheets into fresh ones, putting her clothes in the washer and making his bedroom look somewhat presentable, Dottie tried to hurry up in the shower, not wanting to use up all the water. Still, she couldn’t help but take her time appreciating the fact that Eddie actually owned conditioner and that the green apple smell that surrounded him in the mornings belonged to the big bottle of shampoo in the corner of the tub. She washed all the beer off her skin and hair and, feeling a lot more like herself, wrapped her body into the soft off-white towel he’d gotten for her, standing at the mirror to rid herself of her make up as best as she could. She brushed her hair quickly, scrunching her curls into the towel to remove the excessive moisture, and brushed her teeth making a note to buy him a new toothbrush to replace the one she’d used. Timidly, she also reached for his deodorant, reasoning that it was better to use it than to stink up his clothes and bed with her sweat.

She was studying herself in the small mirror, not entirely believing that she was wearing Eddie’s clothes, when she realized the light scabbing on her knuckles had probably loosened up with the water and they were all bloody again like she’d never cleaned them up in the first place. Poking her head out of the bathroom, she directed her voice towards his bedroom where she could hear him pottering about.

“Eddie?” she called.

“Yeah?”

“D’you have any bandages? My hand’s bleeding again.”

“Uh, lemme see,” he pushed the door open and rummaged around in the sink cabinet, grabbing a little bag that contained their first aid supplies. “Come, sit on the bed,” he instructed, and she did as he asked without a word.

He kneeled in front of her and inspected her right hand, closing each finger carefully and pressing on parts of her palm to see if anything hurt. Nothing seemed to be permanently broken, so reached over to his bedside table where a cup of water sat and gave her an ibuprofen to help with the swelling before moving on with his next task. She watched him as he worked diligently to clean the scrapes, long thick fingers fluttering softly on her skin.

“What’s the diagnosis, doc?” Dottie asked.

“I’m getting a weird déjà vu here, princess,” he chuckled. “You need to stop getting into trouble before I get into pre-med.”

“Can’t help it. Trouble’s my middle name.”

“I thought it was Ann?” Eddie said, laughing.

Truthfully, he was joking around to hide the fact that he had been losing his mind since she’d opened the bathroom door and came out all rosy-cheeked, smelling like him and wearing his clothes. He’d given her one of his old shirts, a white one he hardly ever used anymore with a Garfield print at the front and his blue checkered boxers, not expecting them to look as big on her as they did. The hem of the shirt almost covered the shorts, and the short sleeves went past her elbows. The less was said about his gray socks that bunched up at her heel, the better, and he tried not to think about the fact that he knew she wasn’t wearing a bra because he’d had the most mortifying pleasure of throwing the cute cotton garment into his washing machine fifteen minutes earlier. Eddie was wrapping up her knuckles with a long piece of gauze when he noticed she’d gone strangely quiet. He looked up at her face to find her teary-eyed and chewing on a wobbly lip.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, holding onto her hand. “Is it too tight?”

“Is that… what everyone thinks about me?” she whispered, like she was afraid of asking out loud.

“I- I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, darling.”

“Wh-what Andy said. About me being… does everyone think I’m a slut?”

“What? No! Of course not!” he stuck the gauze in place with a piece of medical tape and lifted himself onto his knees between her legs to hug her. “Dot, he didn’t even know who you were until tonight, he was just talking out of his ass.”

“I’m not a whore,” she muttered into his shoulder. “I promise I’m not.”

“Darling, what are you on about, huh?” he grabbed her face with two hands and brought her eyes to his. “I know you’re not. You could sleep with half this town and I still wouldn’t think you’re a whore. You- you can do whatever you want with whoever you want! I know you, you’re… Dot, you’re so fucking nice to me, to all of us, and the only reason Andy said that bullshit about you is because you’re friends with the freaks.”

“I’m not,” she said, and he looked at her in question. “I’m not friends with the freaks. I am a freak.”

“Hell yeah you are,” Eddie smiled. “You are a freak, and you shouldn’t let what that piece of shit said get to you, okay? You broke his fucking nose because he talked shit about you, Dot. You’re so fucking amazing.”

It was probably the way Eddie was looking at her like she’d hung the moon and all the stars, or maybe it was the way he was holding onto her face with a gentleness no one associated with the rugged metalhead, fingers extending under her ears and into her damp hair, thumbs on her cheeks. It was most definitely the way he always took care of her, how he cleaned her wounds like she was the most fragile thing on Earth and how he never hesitated to pull her into his arms whenever she needed a hug without questioning her reasons. But honestly, it was most likely the fact that he was so close to her, his warm breath mingling with her minty one, that had her leaning forward and pecking his lips with hers in the most chaste kiss she’d ever given to anyone in her entire life.

She tried pulling away as fast as she had leaned in, she really tried to, but Eddie felt like he had been struck by a live wire and instinctively chased her mouth with his own, still cupping her face but moving one of his hands to tangle into her hair, finally taking a hold of the proverbial carrot dangling in front of him. He was kissing her - Eddie Munson was kissing Dottie Burke and he couldn’t get enough of it - he needed more, he needed to consume her and she to him until there was nothing left for anyone to see. He grabbed onto her bare thigh to pull himself up and she whimpered, the walls of the illusion suddenly crashing around him. She’d just tearfully asked him if the town thought she was a whore, and his way of reassuring her, had been to deny it and then make a move on her. Eddie jumped back so quickly he fell onto his bruised ass and hissed in pain.

“Fuck, Dot, I’m- I’m so sorry!” he pleaded, leaving her dumbfounded and glazy-eyed.

He’d fucked up. He’d ruined everything. With his eagerness, he’d jumped the gun and now his plan was ruined, and she probably, maybe, definitely thought he was a fucking pervert trying to get into her pants, and yes, he very much would like to do that but not like this. Not before she knew he would quite literally die for her, not before he’d confessed to her the profound love he felt and had finally become the kind of man she deserved to have. Dottie looked at him not understanding what had just happened, but when she moved to get off the bed and closer to him, he jumped off the floor and put even more distance between them.

“I’m so sorry, we shouldn’t- fuck, I didn’t-”

“Eddie, it’s fine-

“No, it’s not fine!” his hands tangled in his own hair while he tried to find the words to explain himself. “This is all wrong, goddamnit-”

“Eddie, calm down-”

“Fuck, Chrissy is gonna kill me, I’m such a fucking idiot-”

“Ch-Chrissy?” Dottie whispered, but he didn’t hear her in the middle of his freakout.

Oh. Oh. She was so stupid. She couldn’t even blame him, she’d been influenced by her aunts and by Gareth - and of course, who wouldn’t be in love with Chrissy Cunningham, Head Cheerleader and Queen of Hawkins High? She was so kind, and friendly, with her gorgeous eyes and warm smiles. And by his own admission, if she was going to kill him, well, that certainly meant she returned Eddie’s affections, did it not? She’d be an idiot not to love Eddie back because Eddie was so loveable. Sweet, silly, wonderful Eddie who had just kissed his best friend and regretted it deeply. She had to get out of there if there was any hope of saving their friendship.

“I’m so sorry,” Dottie said, rushing out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

“Dot, wait!” Eddie followed her. He had to fix this, he had to tell her, he was gonna tell her- “What are you doing?”

“I’m really so sorry, Eddie, I didn’t know,” she got her damp clothes out of the washing machine; the cycle had probably ended in the middle of his upset rant and neither of them had heard it.

“Where are you going? It’s midnight!” he watched her shove her feet into her heels, not bothering with fastening the buckles before she opened his front door. He had to act fast or he was going to lose her forever.

“Eddie, please,” she asked, tears pooling in her eyes again, voice broken. “I just want to go home. Everything’s fine, I’ll see you on Monday-”

“No!” he threw himself onto the door, closing it again effectively locking her in. “Y-you can’t leave like this! What are you gonna do, walk home in your heels? Are you insane?”

“Please, I’m sorry,” she sobbed, breaking his heart into a million tiny pieces. “We can forget this all happened, please, just let me go!”

“No!”

“Eddie!”

“No! We need to talk about this!”

“There’s nothing to talk about! I didn’t know you were dating her, just let me-”

“Wait, what?” It was Eddie’s turn to be confused. “I’m not dating anyone, what are you talking about?”

“I’m not fucking deaf, Ed! You just said Chrissy was gonna kill you!”

“Yes, but that’s not- Fuck! That’s not what I meant! She’s dating Jason Carver, for fuck’s sake!”

“It’s okay if you like her, she’s fucking perfect-” she babbled, fat tears leaving tracks on her cheeks.

“You’re fucking perfect! God, fuck, this is not what I-” Eddie took the clothes out of her arms and threw them into the living room, pulling her into his arms again.

“Eddie, what the fuck?!” she shrieked, trying to get away from him but he held on tight, throwing her onto his shoulder and sitting her down onto the kitchen counter.

“I made Kool-Aid!”

“What? I don’t want fucking Kool-Aid-”

“Just stop arguing!” he yelled, effectively shutting her up. “I made apple Kool-Aid.”

“...I love apple Kool-Aid,” she said, for lack of a better response.

“I know,” he said, leaning back and looking at her sitting between his arms, palms on the cold surface of his kitchen countertop. “That’s why I keep buying it. For you.”

An ugly sob bubbled up out of her throat and she hid her face in her hands. She wasn’t strong enough to keep fighting with him, and when he hugged her again, fingers tangling back under her ears, she simply bowed her head and cried harder. Eddie kissed her hair and held her, letting her release all the pent up emotions that were swirling in her mind. When she breathed a little bit easier, he looked at her, drying her tears with his thumbs.

“Can I trust you to stay here while I get the Kool-Aid?” he asked, softly.

Dottie nodded, so he moved away from her to get the pitcher out of the fridge. He filled a mug first, watching her legs swinging lightly back and forth while she sniffled and picked at her nails, and stopped before filling the next one. She saw him frown and look around the kitchen before finding what he was looking for: a yellow ceramic mug with a gnome playing the accordion on the front. A couple of weeks ago, the teens had been studying in the trailer on the small table in the kitchen, and Dottie had mentioned to Wayne she was gonna get him a hat with her college logo when she was in Michigan so he could add it to his collection. He’d glowed at that, joking that he was gonna tell everyone his niece was a genius and that he’d leave her her favorite mug in his will in return. The two of them had spent around 30 minutes going through every mug until she decided on one, all while Eddie worked on his homework with a dumb smile on his face. She’d picked a yellow mug with gnome playing the accordion on the front, the very same mug Eddie was now gently putting into her hands filled with apple Kool-Aid he allegedly kept buying because he knew it was her fave flavor.

They sipped their juice in silence until Dottie calmed down, holding onto the mug with both hands for comfort. Eddie stood there, waiting for her to say anything and when it became clear she was not gonna be the first one to talk, he put his mug down and turned to her, pulling on the hem of her borrowed boxers.

“Hey,” he said, ducking his head down to look her into the eyes. She made a small sound of acknowledgment but kept staring at the liquid between her hands. “I’m not dating anyone.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t like Chrissy,” he kept going.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me.”

“Yes, I do. I really fucking do,” he took her mug out of her hands and ducked a bit more. “Dot, look at me. Please.”

“Eddie, it’s fine-”

“I’m kind of insanely in love with you.”

“What?” Dottie breathed out, eyes widening.

“Darling, I haven’t been able to even look at anyone else since the day I met you. I’m so fucking obsessed with you it’s actually embarrassing,” he smiled at her, finally hitting her with the full force of his confession.

“You… you like me?”

“Mhm,” he nodded, lifting her hand and kissing her gauze covered knuckles. “Chrissy has been helping me plan how to ask you out. We’re not secretly dating, she knows I’m crazy about you.”

“Oh. Sorry, I didn’t know,” Dottie murmured, ashamed that she’d jumped the gun with her conclusions.

“You couldn’t know, that was the whole point,” he chuckled. “I was gonna ask you out after graduation, I wanted to have our diplomas and everything but then you kissed me and… you’re awfully impatient, has anyone ever told you that?”

“God, I’m an idiot,” she laughed, hitting her forehead with her palm. “How long had you been planning that?”

“Since around your birthday,” he admitted, and she groaned. “I would have asked you earlier but I wanted to set things straight before, y’know? I wanted to graduate first, maybe get a job, I dunno… Give you what you deserve. Instead you get… this,” he waved his hand around. “Sorry.”

“Eddie, I’m so in love with you, it’s not even funny. What are you talking about?”

“What?”

“Oh my god, we’re both idiots!” Dottie groaned again, and he laughed in disbelief.

“You’re in love with me?”

“Yes! Why did you think I kissed you?!”

“I mean, I kinda figured out you liked me, but love, darling, that’s… That’s a lot.”

“You just said you are “kinda insanely in love” with me, what do you mean it’s a lot?” she looked at him like he had just told her the sky was green.

“Well, yeah, but- that’s different! I’m me!”

“Okay, what the hell does that mean?”

“I don’t know, I just- fuck, I love you and I really, really want to kiss you right now. Would that be okay, darling? Can I kiss you?”

She shook her head at him like he had just said the stupidest thing on Earth and wrapped her arms around him, bringing him forward and pressing their lips together again. Eddie laughed against her mouth, hands coming up to cup the sides of her jaw, thumbs rubbing circles into her skin. They kissed with no hurry and no other motives than to just kiss, savoring the moment like a cold sip of water after a long race. There were no more places to hide, no more shadows lurking in the background. It was just them under the mismatched light bulbs in the Munson kitchen, two mugs and a pitcher filled with Kool-Aid, and limbs tangling with one another, scratching an itch that had once seemed impossible to relieve.

Eddie moved his lips from hers to her cheek, up her nose and eyelids until he reached her forehead and stayed there, just breathing in and basking in the knowledge that they’d jumped off a cliff together and had landed on the other side unscathed. There were so many conversations to be had, so many things to be said, but this was more than okay for him now. This was enough, and for the first time in his whole life, he was enough. Dottie’s hands moved under his shirt, lightly running her short nails over his skin, the motion calming and grounding him. He was hers, and she was his, and there was nothing else that mattered anymore. The waters were calm. The locked padlocks remained in place, but the keys weren’t forgotten or hidden anymore. She felt at peace in a way she had never once felt before, knowing that no matter what came next, they would face it together. She yawned once, burrowing further into his skin, and he chuckled.

“Wanna go to bed now?” he asked, softly.

“Yes, please,” she replied.

Eddie helped her off the counter and let her get comfy in his room while he finished getting ready for bed, turning all the lights off and brushing his teeth with a dazed expression on his face. He found her tucked in on the left side of his bed, the one closest to the wall and realized that he could get used to this so easily. He was sure that once she went home the next day, he’d have trouble falling asleep until she was back next to him, nuzzling into his chest and wearing his clothes. They cuddled in silence, soft touches in the darkness, just exploring skin and calming rapid heartbeats with innocent caresses that revealed just how much they’d longed for this. There would be time for bolder actions, but tonight they just wanted to hold each other tight and never let go. Eddie, however, had one more question to ask before sleep could whisk them away to Dreamland.

“Darling?”

“Mhm?”

“I don’t want to, like, ruin the moment, but… what happens now?”

“Dunno. What do you want to happen?” she asked, moving her leg on top of his so he could shuffle closer to her.

“Can we maybe not tell people this happened so I can ask you out like I planned?” he said, shyly. “I just… I want to do things right with you. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“You’re not fucking anything up, Ed. But sure, we can pretend this didn’t happen and I’ll act surprised when you ask me out,” she rolled her eyes playfully.

“No, no, that’s not what I meant,” he squeezed her closer. “I meant it more like… not telling the guys? You can tell your Dad if you want, though.”

“How about this?” she said, reaching up and kissing his jaw sweetly. “We don’t tell anyone anything, and my Dad doesn’t get an aneurysm every time he sees you. Sound good?”

“You want to lie to your Dad?”

“Not forever. We can tell him before I leave for college. You’re gonna come see me, right?” Dottie asked, hopeful.

“Baby, Michigan is only three hours away. They’re gonna think I’m your roommate with how often I’m gonna be there,” he pecked her hairline.

“Baby?”

“Just trying it on. D’you like it?”

“I love it. And I love you.”

“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of that. I love you,” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss her. “Okay, we won’t tell anyone so your Dad doesn’t murder me.”

“I have one condition though.”

“Okay?”

“I still get to kiss you when we’re alone.”

“You just want me to be your dirty little secret, don’t you?” Eddie joked, poking her side.

“I’ll be yours too if that helps,” she said, cheekily.

“Oh, don’t tempt me with a good time, princess,” he said with a mischievous tone. “Who knows? Might be fun to sneak around all summer.”

Half an hour later, when they were finally falling asleep between soft kisses and whispered sweet nothings, they both agreed that a little bit of teenage disobedience might just be the missing piece they didn’t know they were looking for to complete their perfect summer before officially being adults. After all, it always looked so much fun in movies, right?

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