The Love Test: An Eddie Munson Valentines Day Special
A/N: Happy Valentines Day! This is set in the 80's but let's pretend software like this existed back then, okay?
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader
Warnings: Bad writing, sorry. Cussing. Mean-ish Eddie? (He's just protecting his heart okay), Cussing, Overbearing/Mean Parents, Bullying, My blog is 18 + Only, Minors do not interact.
Word Count: 3.2k
Summary: Every year Hawkins High Cheer Team ran an annual fundraiser. This year was Love Compatibility Tests in honor of Valentines Day. What happens when your match is one that you least expected?
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Monday, February 10, 1986
You sat at the decorated table at the front of the cafeteria. The pink plastic tablecloth already had a hole in it from getting stabbed with a pen. It bugged you. Pink and red balloons were anchored to each side. A large sign was taped to the front. You and Chrissy had spent an hour the night before creating the perfect sign, both of you armed with markers and glitter glue.
Support the Hawkins High Cheer Team, Love Tests, $5
This year the cheer squad desperately needed to do something different. The annual bake sales you did had started to flop. You wished you could take credit for the new idea this year, but it was all thanks to Heather. She had shown you the glossy pages of the magazine with a copy of the test on it.
“It is said to be the most accurate compatibility test out there,” she said around a large wad of bubble gum. “It even has a website for you to insert the answers to get the results.”
“That could take forever,” Chrissy said while trying to paint her toes.
“Nope. It’s a software. You just enter in all the tests and their answers and it sorts it for you. Besides, if we all work on it then it’ll take no time. We can even talk to some of the basketball players to help. You know Jason will do whatever you ask if you bat your eyelashes enough for him,” Heather said while dramatically fluttering her eyelids in Chrissy’s face.
You grabbed the magazine from Heather. Reading over the test questions. The first few questions were simple enough; favorite color, music, movie, and food. Then the questions got a little deeper, needing some more well thought out answers.
Both Chrissy and Heather turned to look at you for approval. Although Chrissy was cheer captain and you weren’t, you were the most level headed out of the bunch. If you said it was a good idea, then it was a good idea.
“This might actually work,” you muttered while reading over the rest of the article.
Heather squealed and clapped her hands in triumph, causing Chrissy to paint her whole toe fire engine red.
You smiled at your memory as the next student stepped up to the table to pay for the test.
“It’s complete bullshit,” Eddie said loudly as he threw his lunchbox loudly on the table, causing Dustin to flinch.
Dustin, ever the brave soul, remained mostly unaffected by Eddie’s outbursts. “More forced conformity?” he asked while Gareth and Jeff snickered.
“Basically! Look at that!” He pointed to the Valentines decorated table where the smiley cheerleaders sat. “Every year I put in a request to have some sort of fundraiser for hellfire. But no, I always get turned down. But the cheer squad smiles and wiggles their pom poms one time and they get whatever they want! I mean who wants to celebrate a corrupt capitalist holiday anyway!”
“What makes you think anyone would ever donate to our fundraiser if we had one?” Gareth speaks up.
“That’s not the point!” Eddie practically screams.
Realistically, Eddie knew that they would probably get laughed at if he ever did try a fundraiser. He could only imagine he would get more church pamphlets and bibles than actual monetary donations, but it still wasn’t fair. His club deserved better than to be pushed aside by the school.
The rest of the club knew that when Eddie started to get red in the face over something it was best to distract him before their lunches each got a shoe print in it from his table top tirades.
“But, did you hear what the fundraiser is?” Dustin asked innocently from beside Eddie.
Gareth and Jeff both shot the freshman a warning look.
“Love compatibility tests,” Dustin continued anyway. “Could be fun.”
Eddie scoffed, “Sounds like more bullshit to me. Those things don’t actually work. Not only are they conformists but they’re liars too!”
Mike slowly pulled his lunch tray from the table to his lap in an preemptive attempt to protect it.
Knowing that Eddie wouldn’t be able to turn down a good dare, Dustin spoke again, “Only one way to find out if it’s bullshit or not. I dare you to go take one. See if it’s really bullshit or not.”
Eddie started to sputter. “Like hell am I giving that institution my hard earned money.”
Gareth, who was thoroughly invested, reached into his wallet and slapped a five dollar bill on the table and shoved it towards Eddie. “What? Scared you might fall in love? Or are you too scared about going up there and talking to some cheerleaders?”
Eddie grabbed the bill off the table before he cut his eyes at both Dustin and Gareth. “I’m not scared of anything, especially not them.” He stood from his seat and marched to the table at the front of the room.
You heard someone mumble “What the hell is the freak doing here?” before you saw him.
There standing in your line was Eddie Munson, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but standing in line for a love compatibility test. Although he looked miserable, you felt the butterflies erupt in your stomach at seeing your secret crush.
You two had never really spoken before, but you had seen him around school. He was very hard to miss. You remember when you were new to Hawkins and you had smiled at him a few times just to be met with an eye roll. You learned quickly to stop smiling at him.
Other than that, you never had an issue with Eddie. The rest of the squad and the basketball surely hated him though. The rumors surrounding him seemed to get more and more ridiculous each year.
“Hi, Eddie! Are you here to buy a Love Compatibility Test?” you greeted brightly when he stepped up to the table in front of you.
“Here,” he said as he shoved the money towards you.
Eddie wouldn’t admit it but he felt the prickly sensation of remorse when he watched your smile falter at his rudeness.
“Oh, okay. Here you go. You can fill it out over there and drop it in the box once you’re done. You will get the results on the morning of Valentines Day,” you said, attempting to keep your voice more cheerful.
Eddie nodded his head before moving to the next obnoxiously decorated table to complete the test. Eddie couldn’t help but think that the decorations looked as if Cupid threw up.
“Come on just take one,” Heather said, shoving a blank test into your face and drawing your attention away from watching Eddie’s brow furrow as he looked over the test.
“Why aren’t you making Chrissy take one?” you asked, pointing a finger at your other best friend.
“Because I already know my perfect match.” She sent a loving glance over to Jason’s table where he was currently in a debate over a long past basketball game.
“Fine,” you huffed, snatching the paper from Heather. Grabbing a pencil, you neatly wrote your name at the top of the paper.
The questions were easy enough and were mostly multiple choice, until it got to the last question.
Favorite color? Red.
Favorite genre of music? Metal. Even though you would never admit it to any one else. Especially to none of the friends that were currently sitting with you.
Favorite book genre? Fantasy.
Favorite movie genre? Horror.
The questions continued on like that, even asking about your zodiac sign.
The very last question on the page made you pause with your pencil hovering over the sheet.
What is one thing you want in this life?
You smiled, knowing exactly what you wanted and folded the paper to place with the rest of the completed tests.
Later that night you were exhausted after practice. You trudged into your house dreaming of a hot shower and sleep. Hoping to sneak past your parents, you started to head to your room.
“Come here, we need to talk!” your mother called from the kitchen.
You groaned and rolled your eyes before going to see what she wanted. Knowing her, it was never anything good.
Your mother sat at the counter. Hair perfectly styled and make up done to perfection. You would think she would be ready to walk on the red carpet instead of cooking dinner.
But that’s how your parents were. Always needing to show the world how perfect they were even when no one was watching. It was like they were afraid that if they let the mask slip for just a second someone would jump out with a camera and scream “Gotcha!”
If that ever happened they would likely change their identities and leave the country.
“Why are you so sweaty?” your mom asked with a puckered face of disgust.
Here she goes already. “I had cheer practice.”
“Your sister used to never come home looking like that after practice,” your mom said with a raised eyebrow. “She’s always able to look like a lady and not walk around town looking like she’s homeless.”
You rolled your eyes at the mention of your older sister. The perfect one that could do no wrong. The one that got engaged to a man of your mothers choosing the second she turned 18. Although they will fiercely deny it was an arranged marriage. She was currently living the perfect suburban life with 2.5 kids and a white picket fence.
Your sister seemed happy and you were happy for her. That just wasn’t the life you wanted.
“Noted. What did you need to talk to me about?” Every minute sat under the scrutiny of your mother was a minute too long.
“I spoke to Janet today and her son Josh is taking you out this Friday for Valentine's Day,” she said smugly.
“Not happening,” you replied immediately.
Josh didn’t seem too harmful. He was on the basketball team and you barely spoke to each other. Only really seeing each other when with each other's friends or at the games.
Your mother and his mother had been trying to get you together for years. You were just always able to avoid it. Seemed like your luck was running out.
“They are nice people. You will do as I tell you and not embarrass this family.”
You sent a hopeless glance to your father who sat at the kitchen table with a newspaper pressed to his face.
“Your father agrees too. Josh is a good boy and comes from a good family. You’re going.”
Pressing a hand to your eyes to fight the tears, you knew you wouldn’t win. Your mother would drag you out of the house and into Josh’s car herself if she had too. All you could do in the moment was nod along to what she had to say.
Friday, February 14th, 1986
Eddie had forgotten about the stupid compatibility test thing.
So come Valentines Day, he was surprised when cheerleaders came into his first period class handing out envelopes to students.
The cheerleader that sat his envelope on his desk rolled her eyes at him before prancing away like she would catch a disease.
Eddie eyed the white envelope on his desk. HIs name was written in pink glitter pen and surrounded by heart stickers.
Eddie let out a humorless laugh, prepared to just throw it away without opening it. But, Eddie was a curious man. It wouldn’t hurt to just take one look and never think about it again, right?
Eddie glanced around the room. All of the students were too busy opening their own envelopes and giggling about the results.
Quickly opening it he pulled out the heart shaped lollipop and shoved it in his pocket for later.
His heart dropped when he saw your name written on the red cardstock in bold black letters.
After handing out all of the results, you felt a hand on your elbow.
Nearly the whole school had taken tests, sending your fundraiser well over its goal.
It had been a long few days of figuring out everybody’s results and making the cards. You had at least two mental breakdowns since the software crashed three times while processing.
“Can we talk?” Chrissy said in a hushed tone, doing her best to not alert the other cheerleaders.
“Yeah, what’s wrong?” you asked confused.
“I’m the one that did your results. I didn’t want the rest of the girls to see it. Here.” She held out the envelope with your name on it infront of you. “I just want you to know I think it’s really great. He seems like such a nice guy.”
“You make me nervous when you ramble,” you sighed while pulling apart the seal to look at the results.
Eddie Munson
Chrissy shot you a knowing smile as she watched the expression on your face. She had been the only one of your friends who knew of your crush on him. Even after years of her trying to talk you into approaching him, she knew this would be the push you needed.
“What?! There’s no way. We are so different.”
“Maybe you aren’t as different as you think,” Chrissy said with a wink before skipping off.
Leaving you in the hallway to think about what you were going to do next.
You swallowed down your pride and decided to approach Eddie during lunch.
Walking to his table, you saw the way he smiled and laughed with his friends. Each of them were so unapologetically themselves. You couldn’t help but feel the monstrous pang of jealousy in your gut.
“Hi, Eddie,” you said sweetly when you reached his table.
His eyes snapped up to you in surprise before turning into a glare.
“Can I help you?” His cold tone was not what you expected. Maybe he just hadn’t read his results yet.
“Can we talk?” You asked hopefully. Hoping he would say yes and you’d be able to go somewhere away from his friends prying eyes.
“Don’t you have some pom poms to go shake? Go bother someone else.”
You cringed at his rudeness. His friends at his table turned to stare at him wide eyed.
“Seriously, go,” He snapped at you.
You froze in place feeling your face start to heat. You had always stood up for Eddie against the jocks, even if he didn’t see that. Your eyes started to water as you turned on your heels and hurried out of the lunch room.
“What the hell was that?” Dustin practically screamed at Eddie.
Eddie just shrugged, “The cheerleaders are trying to play a prank on me.”
“And how is that?” Mike spoke up.
“That stupid compatibility test. I got her name back as my results. There’s no way that’s legit. She was probably just coming over here to laugh at me or something.” Eddie rolled his eyes and popped a pretzel into his mouth.
“Eddie, I’ve met her. She’s super nice. She’s even asked me about Hellfire and Dungeons and Dragons before. I don’t think it was a joke,” Gareth said calmly.
“She tutored me for my Spanish test one time! She was nice to me,” Dustin said quickly.
This grabbed Eddie’s attention as he looked at his young friend. He can admit that seeing how someone treated his friends was a good show of character for him.
“Really?” Eddie asked quietly. Unsure of himself.
“Yes, and you just made her cry,” Dustin said with crossed arms.
“Shit!” Eddie said, hopping up from his seat. “Did you see where she went?” He said as he looked around the cafeteria.
“She ran out that way.” Mike pointed to the open cafeteria doors, now bored with the conversation.
Eddie rushed out of the cafeteria in hope of finding you.
He walked the halls for a few minutes before he heard the soft sniffles from behind the drama room door.
He opened the door slowly, hoping to not frighten you. You wouldn’t blame you if you refused to talk to him but he felt like he needed to at least try to explain himself.
“Eddie? What are you doing here?” You asked softly, trying to hide your face from him.
“I thought this was just my designated crying spot,” he said in a light tone, hoping to make you laugh. When he noticed your face fall a little more he took a step closer. “That was me trying to be funny and failing.”
You let out an airy laugh, “Why are you here?”
“I, uh, just wanted to apologize for the way I spoke to you earlier. It wasn’t right. I just need to know though, were my results a prank?”
Your jaw popped open in shock. “A prank? You really think I would do that to you?”
“I didn’t really know. I’m sorry for assuming. I just don’t have a very good relationship with popular people. I’m sure you’ve noticed.”
“I’m sorry I made you think I was like that. I tried to smile and say hi to you a few times but you didn’t seem very interested in having me as a friend,” you admitted shyly. Suddenly your shoes were the most interesting things in the room.
“Yeah, well consider me being in shock. A pretty girl smiling at me? No way.”
You felt your cheeks start to heat at hearing him calling you pretty. He said it so smoothly that you weren’t even sure he noticed himself say it.
“What was your answer to the last question?” He asked suddenly. “I think the question was: What is one thing you want in this life?”
That question had been on Eddie's mind all week since he read it on the test. He had been curious about what your answer had been.
“Oh,” you mumbled, growing more shy. Taking a deep breath you said, “The ability to be myself.”
I wide grin spread across Eddie's face. “Well, I think those results are more accurate than I originally thought.”
You met his smile with your own as the room grew quiet for a moment.
“Go out with me tonight? I mean we probably can’t do anything fancy but-”
You cut him off abruptly before he could talk himself out of it. “I’d love to.”
You didn’t miss the outrage on your mothers face as you walked right past Josh and his bouquet of roses and headed to Eddie’s van.
Eddie showed up at 7:00 P.M. on the dot to pick you up for your date. He was holding a small cluster of white flowers that looked like he had picked them right from the side of the road. You loved them. They were the prettiest flowers you had ever seen.
Eddie held the door open for you and helped you step up into the van before running around the front and jumping into his own seat. Before he drove off to take you onto the best date you’d ever had he turned to you.
“Didn’t realize I had competition,” he said with a smirk.
“Don’t worry. There’s no competition.”
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