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Jason Carver vibes

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#no safety lines for the bergooze

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  

Summary | It was time to show Eddie why this band means so much to you

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Fluff, swearing, Fem!Reader, Jason Carver, bullying (Carver on his BS again), Eddie wanting to see reader happy, arguments, y/n opening up to Eddie

Author's Notes | This is Chapter 4 of the series (Master List posted below). This Chapter picks up a few days after Chapter 3, it is a lighter read. Left it on a cliff hanger.

I hope you enjoy reading this series just as much as I am enjoying writing it! x

Word Count | 4.5k

Key | Pink Italics is reader’s internal monologue

Blue Italics is Eddie’s internal monologue             

Bold Italics is a recall of a past event/encounter

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MASTER LIST

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Saturday could not have come any slower even if it had tried.  It was a Tuesday when Eddie had told you he had won tickets to see your favourite band and by the time Saturday rolled round it had felt like a lifetime had passed. 

You had both decided if you were going to drive all the way to the big city you would make a day of it.  Eddie had only gone into the city once or twice before, but he wanted to show you all the spots he knew you’d enjoy. 

“There’s a café that also has a second hand book store, it has plants absolutely covering the place and old books lying everywhere! Oh!! And there is this record store too I really want to take you to” Eddie had said while you were both sitting in detention for the third lunch in a row that week, thanks to the scene you had both caused during Geography class. You could see why the teacher was pissed but come on? Lunchtime detention for the rest of the week because of it? That’s a bit harsh. 

You couldn’t contain yourself all week, telling anyone who would give you the time of day that you were heading to see Skyhooks live! No one really cared all that much but that didn’t stop you from feeling like you were going to explode with excitement.  And Eddie? You couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, all he wanted was to see you happy.  You were running around telling everyone how hard he worked to win you those tickets and that made him realise how much his life had changed for the better when you arrived. 

So there you were, already sitting in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van with your hand firmly planted on the car horn, screaming at Eddie to hurry his ass long so you could get on the road. 

“Ok, Ok!! I’m coming, it’s like we have somewhere important to go to or something” smirks Eddie, teasing your impatience. 

“Very funny.  Come on! I don’t want to miss out on you showing me around the city!” you excitedly dance in your chair as Eddie hops in and starts the engine. 

“Come off it Y/N, you don’t want to be late to the concert.  Even though we’re leaving SIX hours early” tapping the clock on his van.

Crossing you arms and huffing “that thing must be wrong.  Anyway, I just really want you to see them, see why I love them so much!” 

All Eddie can do is laugh at how poorly your attempt at being cross with him is.  

“I feel like you’ve already explained to me why you love them so much anyway.” 

“No, it’s different seeing them live though! Don’t worry, when you see them you’ll understand!” Patting Eddie on the arm.

“Well then, away we go!” 

Eddie puts his foot to the floor and off you go, leaving a large cloud of black smoke billowing from the back of his van.

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“Jesus Christ Hunter how much weight did you put on over the summer, you’re so fucking heavy” Tyler says struggling to lift Hunter through one of your trailer windows. 

With his bottom half hanging out of the trailer window, Hunter puffs “why are we even breaking into y/n’s trailer Jason? What are you looking for?”

Jason looks around the trailer park cautiously to make sure they weren’t being watched before answering “anything to tie y/n to Victoria y/l/n.  They were looking way too cozy the other day for it to just be y/n helping a person out.  They know each other and once I find proof I want y/n to remember where her place is in this town”. 

You see, you thought you had given Jason a good enough excuse as to why you were interacting with your mum that day in the parking lot.  Unfortunately you underestimated how much Jason truly despised you.  

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Dusting yourself off, you stand up from the ground behind Eddie’s trailer and wipe the tears from your eyes.  Looking around you were glad no one was there to see the heated exchange you had had with your mother.  The last thing you needed was to be associated with her, especially after your last fight with Jason where you had spoken about how horrible the rich people of this town were. What would happen if they were to find out you were related to someone like him?  You knew you were the complete opposite to everything Jason encompassed as a human, but to even think about being associated with someone like your mother caused shudders down your spine. 

As you walk back into the school corridors you see Jason and Hunter meandering around your locker space. What do you want you absolute Neanderthal? Y/n please, that would be offensive to Neanderthals.  Have you not caused me enough drama for one school year?

“Excuse me, Jason.  I need to get to my locker” nudging yourself between his loser friend and your locker.

Jason looks you up and down before slowly moving out of your way. 

“I saw you outside before, behind Eddie’s van.”

Shit, of all people…

“You keeping tabs on me now Carver?” Giving Jason a side-eyed glance, trying to gauge how much he saw.

“I don’t waste my time on people like you y/n.  I just saw you speaking to Victoria y/l/n and was curious how you two know each other? You two definitely run in different circles so I was shocked to see you so chummy with her” Crossing his arms and leaning on the locker next to you all nonchalant.

Fuck…

“I was just getting books out of Eddie’s van when she slipped and fell. I was just helping her up.” At that point you decide to take great interest in your locker and start shuffling textbooks around, avoiding eye contact with Jason who was now sticking his head out more to try and catch your eye. 

“Seemed a bit more than helping someone out y/n.  Looked like you may have history with her?” 

You slam your locker shut causing Hunter to jump before staring Jason dead in the eyes “I guess I’m just feeling super friendly today, I’m here speaking to you after all.” 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me I have Geography to get to.”  

Fuck, how much did he see?

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The drive into the city was uneventful, it only got exciting when you’d see a farm animal and scream “COW” or “HORSE” startling Eddie in the process.  So far you had sighted, 112 sheep, 15 horses and 350 cows although the horse tally was up for debate, Eddie was sure you had counted a donkey in that one. 

As a trade off for coming to the concert you let Eddie play his music the whole car ride.  Although you both appreciated each others taste in music, Skyhooks wasn’t his cup of tea but you were happy he was being kind enough to sit through it with you.  It was one thing listening to their music on cassette and talking to him about how amazing they were on stage but to actually show him in person, maybe he’d finally understand why you wanted him to see them so badly – to see how being a freak can pay off. 

Every time you and Eddie would sit in your trailer and smoke and listen to music he would talk on and on about getting out of Hawkins and ‘making it big’ but he still had doubts that someone like him could make his dreams come true. Every conversation would end in “who wants to watch a freak play guitar in a shitty garage band?”. Me

You knew that if he saw people like him on stage he’d be inspired to keep going, that’s all you hoped he’d get out of this. 

As you drive into the parking garage you grab for your wallet “here let me pay for parking, it’s the least I could do”

Eddie grabs your arm “No, Y/n I got this, it’s fine!”

“Eddie, don’t be stupid, just let me pay for this. You wouldn’t let me pitch in for gas so at least let me do this” hitting his hand away from you so you could grab the change from your wallet.

Eddie reluctantly gives in and lets you pay.  He knew you lived pay check to pay check, having to live alone in the trailer so he didn’t want you paying for anything this trip. He just wanted you to forget what your life was like in Hawkins and be carefree for a day.  He also knew how stubborn you were going to be if he didn’t let you pay for at least one thing. Just this once

As you walk down the Main Street of the city you take in all the sights and sounds around you, amazed at how big cities were in this country.  

“I mean, we have cities back home but seriously, this place is massive.  Look how big that building over there is! It’s at least 60 stories high!” The excitement of being in a new space escaping from your lips. 

Eddie noticed that with each day you spent together you came out of your shell more.  With every passing day he would notice new things about you – how you stuck your tongue out of the corner of your mouth when you were in deep concentration, how you would sing at the top of your lungs and dance when you thought no one was watching, or how you could never hide how you were feeling on your face.  If you disagreed with someone or thought what they had said was stupid or even if you were excited your facial expressions would give it away, without fail.  That was what he loved most about you. As bad ass as you were, when you were comfortable with someone you let your feelings come back to the surface and trusted that person with your heart, whether you realised it or not.  

That’s why he loved you but knew he had to keep those feelings to himself.  He knew your plans after graduation.  Every time he had thoughts of grabbing your hand to hold or to linger in your hugs that little bit longer he knew it would only hurt him more when it came time to say goodbye.  If being beside you is all I can have, that’s enough.

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Hitting the trailer floor with a massive thump Jason whips his head around again making sure they were still undetected by the residents in the trailer park “Jesus Christ Hunter, could you be any louder? We’re supposed to be avoiding attention but your fat ass seems to be doing the opposite.”

“Jeez Jason you don’t have to be so mean all the time” Hunter exasperates while picking himself up off the floor.

“What am I supposed to be looking for anyway?” 

“The door knob, Hunter. Let us in you dumbass.”

Hunter slowly opens the door to your trailer and Jason and Tyler stumble in, not bothering to clean the dirt off their shoes.  

“Now boys, look for anything that will tie y/n to Victoria.  Leave no stone unturned, but keep it clean – we don’t want her knowing we were here”.  Jason makes his way for your bedroom while Hunter starts for the kitchen and Tyler upturns your couch cushions, pocketing the loose change. 

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“Today has been so much fun, thank you Eddie, for everything” you say while shovelling a third piece of cheese pizza into your mouth. 

“It was my pleasure y/n, I’m glad I could get you out of Hawkins for a day.  We should do this more often” Eddie says sipping his beer, smiling while he watches you do your little food dance. 

“It’s a date”

Shit

“I mean, like not a date date but like two pals hanging out – a day on the town” trying to back track but still play it cool, failing miserably. 

I don’t want him to think this is a date, is this a date? I mean it’s not a bad thing if it was, but we’re just friends, aren’t we? Just two friends hanging out, like always.  Does he think this is a date? Shit 

“Relax y/n” laughing over his beer bottle. Wait, is this a date? Does she think it is?

Breaking the awkward silence that was trying to creep over your table like an ominous mist “oh would you look at the time, we better get going to get a space at the front! You have to be up the front to get the full experience”.  Grabbing your things you give Eddie a smile and start to head for the door. 

As you enter the venue both you and Eddie head for the bar.  With a beer in one hand you grab Eddie’s hand “I don’t want to lose you in the crowd, come on – let’s get to the front!” Shouting over the opening act playing on stage.  Please don’t let go.  

Being 5ft1 has it’s advantages, like being able to snake your way to the front unnoticed.  Too bad you had to drag a 6ft metal head behind you.  You both manage to snag a space right front and centre of the stage and you release Eddie’s hand as the lights go down and Skyhooks come on stage. 

For the entirety of the concert Eddie only pays attention to you.  You can feel his stares but every time you look up at him he’s watching Shirley jump around on stage giving what you considered the performance of a lifetime.  You could see Eddie was mesmerised by how confident each of the band members were on stage.  Standing there in full costume, face makeup in front of a crowded audience and just enjoying themselves on stage – not giving a shit about what people thought of them.  

But Eddie was always mesmerised by you.  Every moment he wasn’t watching the stage he was watching you sing along to every song, the little dances you would do when your favourites would play.  His favourite moments were when you interacted with Shirley like it was two old friends meeting again after years apart.  I want that, with you.

As the night came to a close you started to get worried they weren’t going to play it. How could you not play your most popular song? Come on! Please!!!

♫I feel a little crazy, I feel a little strange….♫

“Eddie! This! this is my favourite song, watch!” Grabbing Eddie’s hand and pointing to the stage. 

Eddie looks from your interlocked fingers to the heartfelt expression on your face.  If your eyes could speak they were telling him this was the most important moment of his life, this moment in time, this song. Y/n, you’ve shown me this song a million times, what’s so different now?

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“If I was y/n where would I hide all of my dirty little secrets?” Jason walks around your room with a coat hanger in his hand lifting up books and clothing like he could possibly catch a disease if he used his bare hands. 

“Maybe in a desk drawer” nope, nothing but receipts and a calculator.

Jason opens up your cupboard door “maybe in your top dresser?” Nope, another bust. 

Jason sits on your desk chair spinning, ready to give up before a box under your bed catches his eye. 

“What do we have here y/n, the old shoebox under the bed. How predictable” smirking to himself like he’s some sort of evil genius. 

He bends down and grabs the box, sitting it on top of your bed.  Opening the box he rifles through letters from Uncle Mick, birthday cards from your dad’s grandparents and some photos of your friends back home.  He’s ready to give up completely before it falls from a birthday card into his lap.

Lifting the folded photograph he sees a man helping a small two year old on a skateboard with an arm draped over his shoulder.  Putting the photo into his lap he reads the contents of the card:

“Dear Y/n,

Happy 16th Birthday, I found this photo of your father and thought you might want it. Enjoy.

From Mom”

As he unfolds the photograph his eyes widen at what he’s just discovered.  

“Well, well, well y/n looks like we aren’t so different after all.  Hey boys, I’ve found it!” Jason calls out over his shoulder to Hunter and Tyler to halt the search.

Jason puts the birthday card back into the box and places the shoebox where he found it, keeping the photograph. 

“What did you find?” asks Tyler as Jason smugly walks back into the living room. 

“Feast your eyes on this” holding up the photograph.

“Shit” Hunter squints as he takes the photo from Jason to get a better look.

“That’s y/n clearly but fuck is that….” Jason snatches the photograph back from Hunter and gives it another look over. 

“Yes, gentleman that is my golden goose” not letting his eyes leave the photograph in his hands.

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♫…I’m livin in the 70’s, I feel like I’ve lost my keys….♫

You loved this song and the way Shirley really turned up the weird for it but all you could concentrate on was Eddie’s reaction to the performance. Eddie, are you getting it? Please I hope you understand why I want you to really listen to this song. 

As it comes up you squeeze Eddie’s hand and he looks at you smiling, turning his gaze back to the band on stage, singing a long to the song.  Come on Eddie, really listen

Eddie still didn’t really understand why you wanted him to pay extra attention to this song but he was happy you were holding his hand again.  

♫…got the right day but I got the wrong week….♫

And in that moment it was as if the lights all pointed to him. Like the crowd had disappeared and Shirley was signing directly to Eddie, like he knew this was for him- 

♫…and I get paid for just being a freak….♫

You knew as the giant smile grew over Eddie’s face, he got it.  Of all people, Graeme “Shirley” Strachan had gotten through to Eddie.  Eddie, this could be you.  It will be you.

And just as flamboyantly as they had entered the stage the boys gave their bows to a hollering applause and everyone disappeared into the cold Indiana night.  

Still holding onto Eddie’s hand as you left the Patio you move in closer to keep yourself warm “Well! What did you think? I told you they would be amazing in person!”

Eddie, not wanting to release his hand from yours but noticing your chattering teeth, removes his jacket and drapes it over your shoulder 

“Thanks Ed” putting your arms through his jacket, feeling the warmth and smelling Eddie’s signature scent of leather, cigarettes and cheap cologne giving you that extra bit of comfort.

“It was amazing y/n! I really felt like they were speaking to me in that last set!” 

“I knew you would! Now do you see why I was so desperate to get here today? Everyone in Hawkins calls you a freak.  Why not show them how much of a freak you can really be! I just know you’ll make it big one day!” Walking that extra bit closer to Eddie as you make your way to the parking garage, convincing yourself it was purely to keep warm.

Eddie lingers in the small space you are creating between each other “Dundee, I think you might be onto something.  That is what I want, I can see it clearer than ever! Corroded Coffin performing to thousands of adoring fans! Letting our freak fly!” 

“Well, you’ve got your first fan right here.”

Eddie decides to risk the moment and places his arm over your shoulders bringing you in even closer “you’ve got my jacket, you’ve gotta keep me warmer now, especially if your my number one fan, can’t be getting getting sick if I’m gonna be famous” keeping the conversation light so as not to scare you off. 

“I’m your fan, not a groupie Ed” nudging his side. 

“I don’t need groupies when I’ve got you y/n” winking as he opens the passenger door of his van letting what he said settle in the silence of the parking garage.

As you hop into the van you feel your stomach jitter and your heart race.  Your brain loses all functioning, focusing only on the words that just left Eddie’s mouth.  When I’ve got you… 

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“Excuse me boys, what are you doing leaving y/n’s trailer?” The elderly gentleman from the trailer behind you had become suspicious of the noises coming from your place, knowing that you and Eddie wouldn’t be getting home until the early hours. 

“Shit we’ve been had” Hunter screams under his breath, the panic setting in. 

Jason pushes Hunter out of the way and puts his best citizen voice on to answer “We are friends of y/n, we know she’s out but she has the last half of our group science project so she said we could come in and grab it while she was out”.  

You could stretch Jason’s smile from the trailer park to the middle of town with how over the top he was trying to be to convince your neighbour they were meant to be there.  They stuck out like sore thumbs, three rich kids in a trailer park.

“Ok boys, better get going, it’s getting late” the elderly man eyes the boys up and down and walks away.

“Stupid old man, needs to mind his own.  Come on boys, lets get out of here” Jason pocketing your photo leaving only footprints behind. 

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“Y/n…y/n we’re home, wake up so I can bring you inside.”

You awake to Eddie lightly nudging your leg and unclipping your seatbelt.  Eddie gives you a moment to familiarise yourself with your surroundings before helping you out of the van and into your trailer.  It was almost 2am by the time you had gotten back to Hawkins and you felt bad for having Eddie drive all the way home with you fast asleep in the passenger seat. 

“Do you still have the tickets Eddie? I want to put them in my shoebox” you say sorting through your bag to find your keys. 

“Your shoebox? What’s that for?” Eddie asks as he follows you into the trailer towards your bedroom. 

As you throw your bag down besides your bedroom door and turn on your desk lamp you gesture to Eddie to sit down on the bed. 

“It’s my box of keepsakes, here let me show you – it has letters and photos from back home. I want to save the tickets to remember tonight.  I’ve shown you a few photos from here but not the whole box”.  You felt there was no better time than the present to show him exactly why you loved Skyhooks so much. 

With only the lamp from your desk and the light from the bathroom illuminating the room you sit next to Eddie and place the shoebox on your lap. 

Taking out the first photo, you pass it to Eddie.  “This is my dad and uncle Mick, their twins.  They shared everything in common – food, alcohol, music, even girls at times.  And that’s Shirley in the middle” nudging Eddie. 

“Wow they really do look alike”.  Eddie looks at you to give you the reassurance you need to continue.  

“Before Skyhooks a few of the members were in a small pub rock band that my dad and Uncle Mick absolutely loved going to see.”

Your voice becomes quiet and you rest your head on Eddie’s shoulder. 

“He died before Skyhooks formed but Uncle Mick would always talk about how he knew dad would have loved them” a tear falling from your eyes. 

Eddie moves in closer putting his arm around you. 

“Listening to them makes me feel that little bit closer to him. They’re comforting to me I guess and then when you started talking about how you’d never make it big because of how you’ve been labelled by the people in this shitty town…I thought…I thought just maybe by showing you the band maybe they’d bring comfort to you too.” 

I love you 

“Y/n, I had no idea, thank you”.  It was all Eddie could think to say in that moment.  He was overwhelmed by what you had just shared, not because he didn’t know what to do with that information but because you felt safe enough to share something that intimate with him. Talking about your dad was always a sore subject for you. 

All he wanted to do was take you away for a night to enjoy yourself and see your favourite band, he didn’t realise the significance they held for you.  He was also overwhelmed that for the first time someone was actually thinking about him and caring for him.  No one had ever done something like this for him.  You walked into his life and showed him what true kindness was. 

“Hey, it’s nothing – I’m just glad you got something out of it” sitting up and wiping away tears.

The room fell silent again as you shuffled through cards and photographs.

“I’ve got some stupid photos in here, wanna see me trying to ride a skateboard?” Trying to change the atmosphere in the room 

“Of course y/n! I knew your badassery started from an early age.” 

You grab the birthday card you knew it sat in but when you opened it was empty.  Turning it upside down and flicking it open and close like the photo would magically appear. 

“That’s weird, it was definitely in here” you start to feel panic rise in your throat, it was one of the only photos you brought of your dad with you from Australia.

“I’m sure it’s just fallen in the box, it’ll be there somewhere y/n.”

Both you and Eddie give each other a glance.

“Right?” 

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Stranger Things - Munson x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1 | Lonesome Loser

Chapter 2 | Vanilla Custard

Chapter 3 | 23rd Caller

Chapter 4 | Saturday Night

Chapter 5 | Coming Soon…

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧23𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Summary | All Eddie wants is to bring a smile to your face.

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Fluff, swearing, brief mentions of DV, Fem!Reader, Jason Carver, bullying, Eddie wanting to see reader happy, arguments

Author's Notes | This is Chapter 3 of the series (Chapter 1 and 2 are linked below and I'll create a Master List on my page shortly). This Chapter picks up 6 months after Chapter 2. This one is a lighter read and definitely not the end of the series by any means!

I hope you enjoy reading this series just as much as I am writing it! x

Word Count | 4k

Key | Pink Italics is reader’s internal monologue

Blue Italics is Eddie’s internal monologue             

Bold Italics is a recall of a past event/encounter

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SERIES LIST

PT 1

PT2

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Six months had passed since your blow up with Jason in the cafeteria and for the most part life had been pretty ordinary. The first week or two after the confrontation was uncomfortable, you would walk through the halls and hear the whispers from the other students, pointing and talking in hushed tones about what you had said to Jason.  And where was Jason? He had conveniently volunteered to support the Indiana Boys Group Home for two weeks after his father found out through his golf buddies that his son had been humiliated in front of the entire school, putting the Carver name to shame.

After two weeks though everything died down and it went back to normal.  The whispers and pointing stopped, the kids got bored and found something else to entertain their time.  Jason came back and picked right back up from where he left it, tormenting the school and everyone just putting up with it, trying to get through each day in one piece.

For you though, it was better.  You were spending your days with Eddie and his friends, learning about the intricacies of D&D and going to late night gigs to support Corroded Coffin.  It even looked like Eddie was on track to graduate with everyone, with the support and tutorage from you of course.  The best thing though was that you had the trailer all to yourself and it was freeing.  You could walk through the door each afternoon and not have to shield yourself from the possible threat of a cup to the head or barrage of verbal abuse that you were so accustomed to.  No, what awaited you at home was peace and quiet, and the occasional Eddie passed out on your couch.   

About a month after your blow up at Jason your mum was called by her parents, wanting to reconcile.  It was like someone was watching out for you from above because the timing was too divine for it to be a coincidence.  You had been brought you to your breaking point, snapped in half and rewarded for all you’ve endured.

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“I’m moving back in with my parents” your mum said sitting at the kitchen table, sipping cheap decaf coffee from a chipped mug.

You and Eddie had been sitting together on the couch listening to Metallica’s latest album and Eddie trying to play along on his guitar.  It took you both a while before you realised what she had just said.

“I think you keep playing that last chord wrong, try again but with B flat” you say, choosing to ignore her.

“You’re right, good thinking” Eddie said, aware of what you were doing.

“Y/N, did you not hear what I just said?” your mum now visibly annoyed at not getting the attention.

“Sorry, what did you just say?” not bothering to look up from the album cover you were studying.  Eddie stopped playing the guitar and gave you a nod that you were doing a good job keeping calm.

“I said I’m moving back in with my parents.  We’ve discussed this and thought it best if I move in with them so not as to tarnish the Y/L/N name after the little stunt you pulled last month.  Give myself as much distance from the incident as possible.  I will be working with them to take over the Y/L/N Country Club Events Division, one held by the women in our family for generations” looking at you with distain in her eyes.

“Ok.”

Eddie had spoken with you a few times after everything that happened between you and Jason and you’d both realised that when you were yelling at Jason, you were really yelling at your mum.  After that you both worked hard on trying not to give your mum the satisfaction of seeing you riled up, ready for a fight.  It only hurt you more.  If it weren’t for Eddie, you don’t know what you’d do.  He was the one holding you together, helping you pick up the pieces.

“You’ll continue to live in this trailer until graduation, my parents will help support you by paying half the rent, the other half will need to come from your own pocket” dismissing her responsibilities as a mother.

“This is the best outcome for both of us, we don’t get along and once you’re done you can go back to live with your Uncle Michael”.

“It’s Mick, he hates Michael” laughing and genuinely realising what kind of woman she really was, to not care to call someone by their name correctly.  She only cared about herself but she had unknowingly handed you your new life on a golden platter.

“That’s fine by me – I just have two requirements.  1. You never come to this trailer or Hawkins High, I never want to see your face where I must be every day and 2. I get to use Dad’s last name.  If you don’t want me associated with your family; fine, but I will have no association with that last name any longer”.  You grabbed Eddie’s hand for support, something that became a regular thing when you felt yourself starting to shake from the words leaving your mouth.  Eddie always held on twice as tight.

“You will go down to the school tomorrow and change all of my information to his and that will be that.  I won’t be your burden anymore”.

For the first time ever, your mum sat their dumbfounded.  The look on her face had you holding back laughter.  For once, the woman who had made you feel like you were nothing, but one giant mistake, the woman who always had to have the last word was finally struggling to find them. 

“Ok, I’ll go down now and do that” as she got up, grabbed her bags and never looked back.

As the door closed you and Eddie both looked at each other in silence, shocked at what had just transpired.  All at once the feeling of being freed from the ties that bound you to that woman were released and you both jumped in the air, dancing around the room like you had both just won the jackpot.

“Well shit, I guess this means I better get a job.”

You hadn’t heard a word from her since the day she walked out those doors and it was bliss. You were scraping by, having gotten a job at the little gas station down the road from the trailer but that didn’t bother you one bit – you were free.

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“Well hi there listeners you are tuned into 3FQ and if you’re just joining us, Australian Glam Rock band the Skyhooks have just announced a ‘one night only’ reunion gig at Indiana’s very own Patio on the 23rd of this month!! To celebrate this once in a lifetime chance we will be giving away two free tickets to the 23rd caller today! So, keep listening in folks for your chance to be that lucky winner!”

“I need those fucking tickets” Eddie desperately started pacing back and forth in his room trying to work out how he could listen to the radio all day during school so he could be the 23rd caller.

*Knock-knock* “Eddie! Are you in there? If we don’t leave now, you’ll be late for your maths final we’ve been studying for all week! Come on, we can’t be late!” you scream from outside, oblivious to the chaos happening on the other side of the wall.

“Fuck! I mean, yeah, shit hold on – I’m coming, just looking for my textbook” Eddie calls out, trying to bide more time while he works out how to win these tickets.  Of course! The portable radio he got from Wayne a few years back!

Eddie drops to the floor, reaching one arm under his bed, looking into the distance with his tongue slightly poking out of his mouth.  Using only the memory he had of what might be under his bed, he feels around for the shoebox he remembers throwing it in when the batteries died out within a month of its use.  “Aha! Found you! Now, where are all those spare batteries Wayne has laying around?” running to the kitchen counter, slamming his shoulder against the wall to stop him slipping on the linoleum tiles “Fuck”.

“Eddie, are you ok in there? What’s taking you so long?” now starting to get quite concerned he may have fallen from all the obscenities you could hear coming from the kitchen.

You go to turn the handle of the trailer door but are stopped by the deadbolt.  

Shit, thank god I locked that.

“Yeah, calm down! I’m fine, just give me a minute” Trying to keep you on the other side of the door a little longer.

“Yes, you genius Eddie” giving himself some praise as he switches the dial on to hear the crystal clear sounds of 3FQ. Now, I just need to win them, easier said than done.

Eddie grabs his bags and swings the door open, almost knocking you off the trailer steps.

“Are you ok? What were you doing in there? And why are you holding a radio in your hand? You never listen to the radio?” getting on your tip-toes to try and get a peek behind Eddie’s back.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Nothing for you to concern yourself about.  Now, get in the car or we’ll be late”. Walking himself to the driver’s side, he leans down to hear the sounds of 3FQ “Ooo, I’m so sorry Carly, you are caller number 3….”.

Shit they’re already at 3

Eddie couldn’t concentrate the whole ride to school, you were talking his ear off about something you found interesting, but all he could think about was how he was going to win these tickets for you.  He thought back to every time you had mentioned Skyhooks being your favourite band and your whole face would light up, like a kid in a candy store.  You knew every song off every album, you would remind him that you’d seen them every single time they came to play at your local when you were back home, and he just wanted to bring a little bit of home to Hawkins for you.  If they had already gotten to caller three that must mean they’re playing two to three songs and then taking a caller so by my shitty calculations I have until maybe third period before I need to call.  I need Henderson’s radio phone thing or whatever the fuck he calls it.

“Eddie…Eddie, are you there? the road is clear – you can turn into the parking lot now” waving your hands in front of Eddie’s eyes to bring him back down to earth.

“Fuck, sorry Y/N”.

“Are you alright, you’ve been off all morning?” giving him a concerned look.  Maybe he’s just nervous of the final today, if he doesn’t pass this he might not graduate.

“Ahhh yeah, just a lot on my mind” Eddie swerves into his car park and turns the engine off.

Hopping out of the car he yells back at you “Sorry Y/N, I gotta go – I’ll see you later”.  With that he slams the door and turns the radio back on “Damon, caller number 6 buddy – better luck next time”

What is his problem? Have I done something to piss him off?

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“I just don’t understand why you can’t just sing the fucking guards a stupid little song to distract them while the others get past, like try singing ABBA, no one can resist ABBA” giving the boys a little shimmy while humming Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

“There should be a rule against spectators giving opinions on campaigns!” Garth yells, disgusted by your dance moves which only spurs you on more to shimmy further towards him.

“All I’m saying Garth is that there are no rules in that silly little handbook of yours that says the Guards won’t LOVE a little bit of ABBA” cackling at the thought of Eddie having to act out dancing to ABBA.

Rifling through textbooks in your locker listening to the heated argument being had next to you with Jeff and Garth about their plan for tonight’s D&D campaign you were overwhelmed by how much life had changed for you in six short months.  You weren’t expecting this kind of joy until you had landed two feet on home soil yet here you were, starting to find pleasure in the repetitive life you were now leading, no longer tied to the woman who managed to make you feel worthless every chance she got.

“Hey, who’s that blonde chick flirting with the principal over there?” asks Jeff, now distracted by the stranger roaming through the halls.

“Could it possibly be his wife?” you ask not bothering to look out from your locker.

“Have you seen what our principal looks like? If he’s able to bag a chick like that he needs to be giving out his secrets” laughs Garth.

“Anton, you are caller number 14…..”

Poking your head around your locker your eyes lock onto the woman they were referring to.  Your hand smashes the inside of your locker causing both boys to jump in the air by how loud you were.  What is she doing here, we had an agreement.

“Fuck! Y/N what was that for?” yelled Garth, clutching his chest.

“Ahh sorry, I just realised I’ve left my textbook in Eddie’s car.  I’ll have to catch up with you guys later” slamming your locker shut.

Both boys looked at each other confused by the sudden change in your demeanour.  “Alright Y/N, we’ll see you after class then” smiles Jeff, both giving you a wave as they walk in the other direction towards their respective classes.

You know she must have come here in her car, so you make your way down towards the carpark, walking just past Eddie’s van until you see her signature steering wheel cover; a disgusting crocheted Barbie pink number.  This time though it was attached to a brand-new Corvette.  Looks like Daddy got you a new car, that didn’t take long.

You decide to wait just behind Eddie’s van, watching her from the passenger window flirt with the principal. Yuck.  As she makes her way down the pathway, she walks past the van when you grab her wrist and pull her behind the passenger door.

“Ahh, oww what the fuck!?” a shocked look on her face from just being ripped from the walkway.

“Get over yourself, it wasn’t that hard” releasing her hand and looking around to see if anyone was around to see you with her.

“What the fuck are you doing here? We had an agreement, you were never to step foot in Hawkins High while I was attending”

She looks you up and down with a fowl look on her face, like you’d just thrown mud on her brand-new power suit “I don’t remember agreeing to anything like that Y/N” she says readjusting her blazer.

“Are you serious right now?” raising your voice.  “We agreed that I would stay out of your world as long as you did me the same courtesy.  I was starting to finally enjoy my time here and now you show up at school.  Why are you even here?” looking around again to make sure the coast was clear.

“Calm down Y/N, the principal invited me here because they would like my assistance with planning the Senior Prom in a few weeks.  I don’t know if you know this, but I was a big deal at this school” crossing her arms and lifting her chin, like you should be impressed by what she had just said.  Snob.

You could feel yourself getting worked up at what she was saying and the fact she clearly gave no shits about the agreement you had made before you were left to fend for yourself at the trailer park.  What did I expect? Where’s Eddie, I really need him.

She continues, not paying attention to you or how you were feeling in the present moment “I will be helping the ladies on the committee here because I’ve just been elected President of the Events Division at the Country Club and we will be funding and supporting this year’s Prom.  Expect to see a lot of me around here Y/N.  The world doesn’t revolve around people like you”.  And with that she straightens her pencil skirt, turns, and walks away not caring about the internal destruction she’s just managed to cause inside of you.

She gets in her car and speeds off, ignoring the school zone signs.  Leaning up against Eddie’s van your legs slowly start to give in, lowering yourself to a crouch, tears now starting to trickle down your face.  Nothing’s changed, I’m a fool.  Where’s Eddie?

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“Fuck, who’s the hottie in the tiny skirt walking out of the school?” asks Hunter, ogling at the woman leaving towards the parking lot.

“Wha-what are you talking about?”.  Looking up from his Playboy magazine Jason finally sees who his friend is talking about.

“Oh her? That’s Victoria Y/L/N, she plays tennis with my mother.  She recently came back from volunteering overseas for like 18 years” says Jason giving very little interest and returning to his magazine.

“FUCK!! Jesus did you just see that? What just happened she’s been yanked from the pathway” screams Hunter, getting up to run towards Victoria, hoping to be her knight in shining armour.  

“Hello Sharon, you are caller number 17, sorry hon….”

“Woah, woah, woah Big Boy! Calm the testosterone, Champ.  I can see her from here, some chick’s pulled her over.  Speaking to her or something” Jason says, just able to see you from where he is.

“Who’s she with?” asks Hunter, now more curious than ever.

“Well lookey here, it’s Y/N.  I wonder how she knows Victoria” Jason now more interested in you than his magazine.

“Boys, this could get interesting” an evil grin appearing on Jason’s face.

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“Tammy, you are caller number 21.  Ooooh so close! Better luck next time.  Folks, we are so close.  Keep those calls coming in and the 23rd caller could be you!”

Shit, they’re close.  I need to find Henderson.

“Mr Munson.  I can understand that when you hit a certain age the contents of your jeans may become more interesting than algebra but if you would care to join the rest of the class, maybe you’ll be able to graduate this year” huffs Ms Grantham over her glasses.

“Sorry Miss.  Ummm can I please be excused to the bathroom?” Eddie asks, crossing his legs and giving an exasperated look as if he’s been holding it in all day.

“Yes, hurry up”

Running through the halls all he could do was yell expletives.  “Where is that little shit when you need him, he’s always biting my ankles when I want him to fuck off but when I actually need him, he vanishes”

“HENDERSONNNNNNN” now resorting to just screaming his name, Eddie runs to the AV room, clawing the door open.

“Henderson! Did you not hear me screaming your name” running to Dustin and grabbing him by the collar.

“Shit Eddie, I didn’t know you liked me this much” giving a loving expression before quickly changing to concern at the look Eddie was giving him.  “Is everything alright?”

“No, no it’s not.  Where is that stupid phone you use to call Suzy on.  It’s a matter of life and death” Eddie’s voice getting more desperate as the minutes tick forward, sure that he’s lost his chance at winning you those tickets.

Dustin slowly leans down to grab his bag “It’s just in my bag, I’ll just grab it for you.  Why do you need it so desperately anywa---”

Dustin couldn’t finish his sentence before Eddie had snatched his bag from his grasp, ripping everything out before he got to the phone.  “So what do I do, press this button and it will call anywhere?  Even to a radio station?”

“Well you don’t have to put it such simple terms but essen---”

“HENDERSON”

Dustin now realising the seriousness of the situation “Yes. It can call a radio station” tail now between his legs.

“Fuck, thank you” Eddie grabs Dustin’s face and plants the biggest kiss on his lips.  “You’re a life saver”.

Not waiting for a response from Dustin, Eddie turns around and dials in the number for 3FQ.  It’s ringing….come on, come on….

“This is 3FQ, who are we speaking with”

Yes

“Ahhh, yeah this is Eddie”

“Well Eddie, are you calling to enter the competition for the two tickets to Skyhooks on this weekend” the announcer asks, dragging out the call

“Yes, yes I am.  I really need these tickets” the desperation clear in Eddie’s voice.

“Eddie, my friend Eddie.  You are the……….23rd Caller!!! Congratulation my friend, you have just won two tickets to see Skyhooks play at the Patio this weekend! How are you feeling?”

“……”

“Eddie, are you there?” The announcer’s voice unsure if Eddie had hung up the call.

“Fuck. I mean shit.  I mean damn, I’m sorry” now lost for words for the first time in his life.

“That’s ok Eddie, everyone gets nervous on radio.  Congratulations.”

Eddie’s mind goes blank as the announcer’s voice trails off talking about the next song lined up.  

He finally comes back to earth when Dustin starts shaking him, scared that he may be having a stroke “Eddie, earth to Eddie! Come on man, you’re scaring me”.

I did it, I fucking did it.  This is going to make her day!

“Henderson! I did it! I got the tickets”.  Before Dustin can question what he’s talking about, Eddie has left just as quickly as he had entered, running through the halls to find your class.

It’s Tuesday afternoon, she must be in Ms Fowler’s Geography class. Even better, she hates Geography.  You really did it Munson, this is your year!

Finding Ms Fowler’s classroom, Eddie stops at the door peering in to find you in the class.  There you are, wow you look more depressed to be there than I thought, this’ll make it right.

Forgetting to compose himself, too excited to stop, he slams open the classroom door – disturbing a once quiet classroom.

“MR MUNSON! What do you think you are doing barging into my classroom like that” screams Ms Fowler, annoyed at the interruption now caused to her students.

Ignoring the teacher.

“Y/N” screams Eddie pointing in your direction.

Your head looks up to see Eddie standing at the front of the class, both confused and worried at the stint he was attempting to pull in front of everyone.

“Y/n, I got them! I actually got them”

You smiled at the expression on Eddie’s face “You got what Eddie?”

Taking a deep breath to calm himself just enough to articulate what he was about to say.  Very slowly he continues “Two. Tickets. To….” *pause for effect* “Skyhooks”.  Eddie now tries to gauge the expression on your face.  There was none.

“You what?” now slowly raising from your seat unsure if this was a prank he was pulling or if he was serious.

“You and me Dundee.  This Saturday night - Skyhooks!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, NO YOU DIDN’T!!!!” you scream and run towards Eddie, not giving a flying fuck of the disruption and sceptical you were both causing.

Reaching Eddie, you grab both his hands and start jumping around in a circle screaming and laughing at each other.  All Eddie could focus on was the excitement that covered your face, excitement that he had put there.  How could you manage to be more beautiful Y/N?

MUNSON, Y/N! Hallway now!!”

You both stop to look at the furious expression on the teacher’s face then towards the class who were all now laughing at what had transpired in front of them.

As you walk out of the classroom to your inevitable weeklong detention you whisper to Eddie “this has made my day, thank you Eddie”

Not letting go of your hand, Eddie gives you the biggest grin “it’s you and me Y/N, you and me”.

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Summary | There's only so much someone can take before they break.

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Fluff, swearing, mentions of DV, Fem!Reader, Jason Carver, bullying, Eddie protecting reader, reader being a badass, few more cultural references, sad read

Author's Notes | This is Chapter 2 of the series (Chapter 1 is linked below and I'll create a Master List on my page shortly). This Chapter picks right back up from where the reader left Eddie in Chapter 1. This one is a heavy read but one I felt the reader needed to experience. I promise the next chapter is more light hearted! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count | 4.7k

Key | Pink Italics is reader’s internal monologue

Blue Italics is Eddie’s internal monologue             

Bold Italics is a recall of a past event/encounter

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SERIES LIST

PT 1

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1986

Eddie was right, there absolutely must be something in the Geneva Convention specifically written about how inhumane it was for Ms Fowler to be keeping you back 30 minutes for being 3 minutes late!!  

Racing through the halls you bump into every person who wasn’t getting out of your way quick enough, simply screaming a “sorry” over your shoulder but keeping your attention ahead.  You finally make it to the cafeteria doors with 20 minutes to spare.  Bending down with your hands on your knees, you start to take in large breaths to compose yourself a bit more before entering.  This was the first time since starting at Hawkins High that you were stepping foot into the cafeteria, instead opting to sit behind the music building listening to your cassettes on repeat until the bell went.  

You open the doors and start to scan the room, clearly defining the stereotypes that have managed to converge together in one large hall and then isolate together so as not to break the status quo.  The nerds were closer towards the door trying to be as far away from the jocks - Jason and his flock of sheep, who had all situated themselves over two cafeteria tables, obnoxiously laughing and making everyone around them incredibly uncomfortable.  You hadn’t seen him since your little interaction in the gym earlier in the day.  Avoid his gaze. 

“Y/N, hey Y/N – over here!”.  Looking to your right you see Eddie waving his hands furiously over his head like he’s trying to direct a plane into its landing gate.  He’s surrounded by six other boys.  Three of them looked about your age and the other two a few years younger.  Thank god you’re hear, I haven’t scared you off.  

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Eddie was kind, that you couldn’t deny.  You didn’t understand why he was being so kind to you though. Maybe he took pity after having to hear the countless arguments had between you and your mum, or seeing you live 90% of your time outside of the trailer alone; somewhere that should be a safe place of refuge for you in this unfamiliar world.  You had been used to staying out of the house though, finding space at your Uncle Mick’s place or a friends couch for the night after a fight with your mum.   You didn't have that anymore.

You were tough, that you were sure of but your world shattered into a million pieces the day your mum said you were moving to the States.  Not only had she made this decision without consultation with you, but she was purely moving in the hopes she would be welcomed back with open arms, ready to start anew and go back to the privileges of her old life.  What you wanted and what you needed was never put into consideration, so you left your heart lying there in a million pieces, determined to leave the minute you stepped off that graduation stage.  Determined to pick the pieces up all on your own.    

Hawkins was temporary. 

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“Hey Eddie” you say as you sit down at the end of the table next to the pale lanky kid who had now found his lunch so incredibly interesting, he couldn’t possibly look up to acknowledge you.   

“Everyone, this is Y/N – the girl I was telling you about from gym class, she also lives in the same trailer park as me” Eddie says with a giant grin on his face, his eyes locked onto you.  

You gave an awkward smile “Hi everyone, I hope it’s ok for me to be sitting here.” 

They all gave you their best inviting smiles, yet you could feel they were somewhat cautious.  The boy to Eddie’s right speaks first “soooo what brings you all the way from Down Under?” he says in possibly the worst Australian accent.  

“Ohhh you know, mum felt like a fresh start and I guess that meant I get to have a front row seat to watch her mid-life crisis play out, lucky me” you scoffed.   

They all looked bug eyed at each other, unsure on how to react to how critical of your mum you just were.   

“You don’t have to look so tense guys, I’m aware that my sense of humour doesn’t always translate – but it’s fine. My life is a joke at this point.  My mum expected to come back to a welcome home parade but all we got was a trailer park at the edge of town” laughing a bit harder to reassure them they could regulate their breathing again.  

“I’ve only had a few conversations with Dundee here, you get used to her dry humour pretty quickly” Eddie gave you a smile as a show of comradery.  

“A weird sense of humour and a badass attitude, that’s a pretty wicked combination” the boy in the blue and white cap pipes up.  

“Sorry? Badass? I’m definitely not that.  I’m just here to get my certificate and walk out those doors” giving him a confused look as if you had just forgotten what happened during gym.  

The table erupts into laughter causing you to be even more confused than before.  

“Great joke Y/N” the boy to the right of Eddie says. 

A hush falls over the table as the boys look at each other realising you hadn’t heard yet. 

“Even though Eddie just gave us a play-by-play of what happened during gym class, it’s already spread across the whole school. You’re pretty badass.  Everyone who has ever had a problem with Jason sees you as their hero now.  No one’s ever stood up to Jason’s incessant taunting before for fear of retribution, but you’ve made a name for yourself”.  The table nods along in agreeance with what was just said.   

He continues, “how rude of me, I’m Dustin Henderson – it’s a pleasure to meet you.  Sitting next to you is Mike” and pointing to the boys across the table “Jeff, Gareth and Grant”.   

“I’m no one’s hero.  I said what I said to Jason to get him off my back.  I’m happy just being a nobody like you guys, no offense.  I’m just here to keep my head down, get my certificate and go back home”.  

“No offense taken Y/N.  We’re all just here trying to do the same thing” Eddie nods towards the boys who all agreed with your statement.  

“Some more than others” Grant laughs nudging Gareth and Jeff who all start laughing towards Eddie.  

“Shut the fuck up shithead” throwing a pretzel at Grant’s head.   

“This is my year, I can feel it”.  Eddie looks at you trying to send a telepathic message If you’re graduating, then so am I. I won’t leave your side. 

You knew with your personality you could only stay quiet for so long – turns out ‘so long’ was two weeks.  Jason just had to keep going at you.  He was everything you hated about a person.  Living in their picture-perfect family, behind their white picket fences.  He never had to suffer through a hard day in his life but still felt he could torture people like you? Where did he get the balls to do that?  Why does she want that life so desperately? Desperately enough to throw me to the curb.  

“It doesn’t look like Jason’s taken what you did too well, I can feel the excruciating amount of heat emanating from their table” Dustin gives a nod in Jason’s direction with everyone turning in unison to see what he was talking about.  

In the distance you could see Jason staring daggers into you.  You had always been told the old myth that humans had a sixth sense of knowing when someone’s staring at you, but you never believed it until you were here in this room.  You’d been able to feel it the whole time you’d been sitting at Eddie’s table, but you had managed to avoid his eye contact until now.  As soon as you looked up your eyes locked in on Jason’s.  You could feel the hatred seeping from every one of his pores for having humiliated him in front of his friends.  

“Everyone hates his guts; it was just a matter of time before he got what was coming to him” Jeff gesturing to the rest of the group.  

Anger filled you now, your gaze not leaving Jason, painful memories playing on loop in your head.  “I hate kids like Jason, and I know hate is a strong word.  I don’t usually give a shit what people do or say to me but people like Jason, who haven’t had to suffer through a day in their life come to school and fuck with us.  Then they leave here, live off daddy’s credit card and just continue to profit off their family connections while the rest of us nobodies slug it out trying to keep the smile on our faces and food on our tables. Drowning; treading water to stay afloat”.  You could feel a burn coming up your throat and tears in your eyes and take a large gulp of water to keep it down. 

You thought no one had noticed, they had all nodded in agreement to what you had just said.  Eddie noticed, and he felt he had heard you say that before.  He recognised the sudden anger that engulfed you and recognised that he had seen the same expression over the summer break when you had first moved in.  He had seen you angry quite a lot, but this was different. There was such pain behind those words.  

It was more than just ‘feeling bad for the little guy’, this was personal. 

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Eddie was sitting on his front porch when you first drove in with your mum.  He watched as you sat in the front seat, with your headphones in and a solemn expression on your face, like you had just come back from a funeral.  

It was quiet for a few days before the fighting started.  At first it was just a few screams, the door slamming and you taking a walk to the woods behind the trailer park.  A few hours later you would return and there would be quiet for a day or so before the fighting started again. A vicious cycle he could see you didn’t want to be involved in.    

He got worried when he started hearing objects getting thrown and from what he saw, all directed at you.  He’d watch from his bedroom window as you dodged mugs and plates being thrown at your head.  There were a few times where a couple of the neighbours intervened, but you had always managed to reassure them you were fine and there was nothing to worry about.  

Eddie knew differently, he watched you just as he watched his mum fight with his dad.  He would replay it in his head repeatedly, seeing it all unfolding as if he were 5 again back in his mum’s trailer, helpless.  

So, he started to keep an eye on you from a distance.  When he would hear a fight abrupt from your trailer, he would walk into the woods ahead of you and wait for you to make your entrance.  He knew he looked like a creep, but he needed to make sure you were ok.  It was clear you didn’t want strangers in your business by the way you rejected any help from the other trailer park residents.   

He felt a sense of protection come over him every time he heard the screaming start.  The arguments were very rarely started by you, always coming from your mum and it would always be the same thing – the reason you’re here, in this trailer park and why it was your fault, not hers.  

This time the argument had spilled out of the trailer, you walking out to get away but your mum following you – not wanting to stop the screaming.  

“Let me leave, why do you insist on doing this over and over again!?”  

“You have no idea what I’ve been through Y/N, what I’ve sacrificed”  

“Why are we even here!? Go on, explain to me again why it was so important for us to up and leave everything behind to now be stuck in a fucking trailer park, in a town where your whole family fucking hates me and clearly wants nothing to do with either of us!? Go on, explain that Victoria”  

“My whole family doesn’t fucking hate you Y/N”  

“No, you do though”  

“Your silence speaks volumes mum.  How can someone hate me when they don’t even fucking know me!? Were you hoping that I would just sit in this trailer park alone while you went off and played happy families with your parents? Did you want to go back to your lunches at the country club; the fancy dinner parties? Daddy might even give you his credit card or ooooh this is good - you might even fall in love with your rich high school ex-boyfriend and remarry?  Doesn’t that sound grand!” 

“Jesus christ!! Why are you being such a cynical fucking bitch about all of this?? What is wrong with wanting to go back to what I used to have? What’s wrong with wanting to do something with my life?”  

“How is living off your parent’s wealth, drinking all day and treating people like shit ‘doing something with your life’?  What were the last 18 years then, just a place holder until you got back here? Well look how that’s turned out – they’ve shut the door on you again, the moment they laid their eyes on me.  I wasn’t part of their plan for their daughter. I’m just one massive inconvenience for you all.” 

“You know what, fuck it.  Yes.  Yes you are.  Sometimes I wish I had never met your father; I had my whole life planned out for me and I just had to meet your father and fuck it all up.  You’re just like him, you have no consideration for other people”.  

“I’m sorry, I have no consideration for other people!? Coming from the woman who ripped the carpet out from under my feet, moved me to a town where I know NO ONE on a whim that her parents ‘might’ welcome you with open arms.  I’m the one who’s not considerate?”  

“Yes, Y/N.  The life we had back in Australia is nothing compared to the life I could have here, I’m repairing the relationship with my parents and within a few months I’ll be living a happy life, a life of privilege, a life I deserve”.  

“It may have been nothing to you, but it was everything to me”.  

The first time he saw you in the woods after that fight, his heart shattered.  You were there, sitting hugging your legs up against your chest and crying.  This crying wrenched at his heart.  You cried so much there was no audible noise, you were just bawling out an ocean of pain.  It felt wrong watching this intimate moment but all he wanted to do was run and hold you, protect you from everything your mum had just said.  He wished he could tell you that even though he’s only watched you from afar, he didn’t know your name; you were loved.  He wanted to be your safe place.  

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“I hate people like Jason Carver.  And like my uncle would always say ‘I wouldn’t piss on him even if he was on fire’” trying to make a joke after the seriousness of your last statement.  

“Hahaha! I get that one” laughs Gareth which in turn causes everyone to laugh with him.  You felt a sense of relief run over your body. 

The rest of lunch was filled with the gang explaining their latest D&D campaign and how Eddie and his band, Corroded Coffin, were going to ‘make it big’ which then led to a heated argument about why Metallica were so obviously more superior than your beloved Skyhooks.  

“Well, as you can see boys” gesturing to your exquisite athletic attire “I am still in my gym gear, so I better head off and get changed before next period.  It was lovely meeting you all”.  As you gathered your things and the boys all started to say their farewells, you moved to get up feeling yourself bump into someone.  Before you could turn around to apologise you felt a cold, thick liquid being poured over your head.   

“Hey loser, I wasn’t hungry so I thought I would come and share it with you seeing as we can joke and laugh with each other now”. Jason, fuck. 

It all happened so quickly.  You could only gauge what was happening by the loud yells from the boys at the table.  As you swung around you saw Eddie nose to nose with Jason, his fist held up in the air shaking in anger and the other holding so tightly onto Jason’s shirt you could see his feet being lifted into the air.  

“Who the fuck do you think you are Jason?  Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t brand your face with every single fucking ring on this hand” you could see the rage in Eddie’s eyes and knew you needed to dissolve the situation.  

“Eddie, Eddie!! Don’t!!” you grabbed Eddie’s fist trying lower it.  “it’s not worth it, you do this, and you know you won’t be graduating”.  Eddie looked at you, your hair and face covered in custard, but he also saw the concerned look you were giving him.  Your eyes telling him to lower his weapon.  He’s just like your mum, why are you protecting him?   

As he lowered his fist and slowly started to lower Jason back to the ground, the fucking idiot continued “well looky here, the loser can tame the freak”. Jason’s buddies laughed in the background and Eddie’s grip on his shirt tightened once more.  

You knew the only way you knew how to dissolve this was to be you, there was no holding back for this.  Say everything you’ve ever held back from saying to your mum, I’m here.  

Wiping a drop of custard off your forehead you bring it to your mouth and lick your finger. With a smile on your face “mmmm vanilla custard! Jason how did you know that was my favourite, that’s so kind of you.  Eddie you can let go of him. I know it was just a clumsy accident.”  

You put your hand onto Eddie’s chest and give him a reassuring smile and nod that you knew what you were doing.  Eddie reluctantly released his grip on Jason.  You’ve got this, I’ve got you if you waver.  

Jason didn’t let off, he needed to know that he had humiliated you.  “The loser protecting the freak, it physically makes me sick.  You should count your lucky stars freak that someone gives two shits about you” he laughs, taking a jab at Eddie.  You weren’t going to give him the reaction he so desperately craved to see from you.  He wanted to humiliate you, remind you that you were a nobody.  

Your face got serious and every single argument you had had with your mum flooded back.  How could she still desperately want to be a part of that world again?  

Eddie grabbed your hand, both because he thought you were going to punch Jason and to let you know he was here.  Let him have it. 

“Listen here you stupid, fucking little weasel – I didn’t tell Eddie to let go of you because I’m scared it would get him expelled, I did it because I knew that if he hit you, it would put you six feet under.  But continue to test my patience and see where you’ll end up” you say giving him the biggest smile of contempt.  

“I know you just want to see me run off and cry in the bathrooms right now, but I have no plan on ever giving you that satisfaction. Do you know why Jason?” you don’t let him answer the question before you continue.  

“Because at the end of the day, this is all you’ll ever be” your hands pointing around the room of the cafeteria.   

A crowd had started to gather.  

“Someone who will have peaked in high school, and you know what happens to people who peak in high school? When they leave, they realise the world owes them no fucking favours.  Jason, you leave this school and you turn into a nobody just like the rest of us” gesturing to the boys behind you.  

Jason rolled his eyes ready to come back at you with another stupid insult.  He thought that was all you had, but you weren’t done, not by a long shot. 

“You’ve peaked in high school and the only way from here is down. Enjoy this while you can, call us every name under the sun, throw custard over our faces.  Get it all out now.  Because in 12 months all you will have achieved is the ability to live off daddy’s money and connections.  Of course until the day comes where you take a step out of line, which I guarantee you will because they will never be satisfied with your choice; they will cut you off.  All your friendships here are based on the fear of being your next target, so that means all of these fuckers laughing at every shitty joke you that comes out of that unintelligible mouth of yours will always manage to be “unavailable” when you need them most.  Oh, and how could I forget, your relationship with Chrissy.  This will obviously breakdown when you inevitably turn to the bottle to drown your sorrows from how desperate you’ve become, and she’ll realise how better off she is without you. So really Jason, while we’ll always be nobodies, the ones that were picked on; we’ll at least be able to sleep peacefully at night knowing we will never lead the sad, lonely life that awaits you outside Hawkins High.”  

A harsh silence fell over the cafeteria, but your eyes never wavered from his.   

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go wipe custard out of my hair.  Eddie, can you help me please”. 

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It was silent the whole way to the gym locker room, he didn’t know what to say.  He had just watched you destroy the king of Hawkins High’s ego in the span of 3 minutes, and he was so overwhelmed at seeing you so eloquently say what you needed to say without a waver in your voice.  He had only wished your mother was there to hear it too.  He was also aware of the vulnerability you must be feeling right now, and he was unsure on how to broach the subject.  

As you went to open the girl’s locker room “woah, woah, woah little lady, where do you think you’re going??” Eddie says with eyebrows turned upward as if he’d forgotten your entire head was covered in custard.  

“Well, as you can see Eddie” pointing towards your hair “I don’t think custard is really the latest fashion craze all the kids are aiming for”.  

“No, you can’t be going in their alone, I need to sweep the area to make sure it’s safe for you” Eddie now going into spy mode, lifting his left hand into a finger gun and his right held against his ear like he’s listening to an ear piece.  

Just this gesture alone from Eddie made you crack a smile.  Yes, a smile.  

“Well Eddie, I know the school calls you a freak, but do you really want them adding perv to it” pointing to the female sign on the wall. 

“Fuck ‘em”.  With that he bolts into the girl’s locker room, running around to make sure no one else was in there. You follow slowly behind sighing and shaking your head in embarrassment.  You weren’t really embarrassed, if anything you were grateful more than ever to have Eddie by your side.  Thank you.  

Raising his hand to his ear “the premises is secure; you may now shower safely.  I’m just going to lock the door, so you get a little more privacy”.  He tries to give you the most reassuring smile he could, make you believe you were safe in his presence. 

“Can you head over to my locker and grab my clothes out please?” 

“Of course, ma lady” bowing his head.  

The water falling over you felt like fire, burning away the constant disappointment you could see in your mum’s eyes for the daughter she so obviously regretted and for the life she could have had, a life like Jason’s.  You wanted to go home.  The feelings overwhelmed you and the flood gates opened. Your tears fell uncontrollably and loud, hoping that the sound of the shower was drowning you out. 

*Knock knock* “Y/N, you alright in there?” a sheepish voice on the other side of the door.  

You turn the shower off and wrap yourself in a towel.  “I look like my dad” spoken through heaving sobs.  

“Sorry?”  

“I look like my dad, that’s why we fight.” 

Eddie puts his hands and head against the door, wanting to break it down, feeling you crumbling on the other side.  

“I’m a constant reminder of the life she chose over the life of privilege she could have had it she had never met him.  She hates me, she doesn’t have to say it, I see it in the way her expression doesn’t change to anger when we fight.  She regrets me, I’m an inconvenience more than anything to her.  I’ve never felt more alone than right now”.  

Trying to compose yourself, you open the door and Eddie moved back to give you more space.  He gives you the same look Uncle Mick would give you when you’d run to his place after a fight.  A look that conveyed that you were enough, that you were safe, here in this moment, in his presence, you were loved by someone.  With that you fall to the floor, the flood gates reopening.   

Eddie crashes over you.  He encases your whole being, protecting you from all the people in this world that have failed you, a single tear falling from his face.  “I’m here, Y/N and I’m not leaving your side”.   

It felt like you had been sitting there, with your head in his chest crying for an eternity when the school bell broke through the sounds of your cries.   

Lifting your heard from Eddie’s chest you wipe away your puffy eyes “I’m so sorry Eddie, you shouldn’t have to witness this and I’ve just ruined your shirt and…” 

“Wait, what are you wearing!?” now realising he was wearing your shirt “what the fuck! Why is there a huge fucking rip in the front of the shirt?” you gasp grabbing the shirt from his chest.  

“Well funny story there, when I went to grab your shirt from your locker, it looks like the cheerleaders may have gotten to it first” he smiles, rubbing the back of his head.  

“You can just wear my Metallica shirt.  I feel like I’m pulling off this ripped shirt thing better than you could anyway” he laughs handing you, his shirt.  

Your hands touch as you grab for the shirt “I mean it Y/N, I’m not leaving your side, we’re in this together now”.  

Rubbing his hand “thanks Eddie”. 

“Anyway, who the fuck wants to live behind a white picket fence”.  

After you got dressed you both roamed the now empty corridors, late for whatever class you had next, not being able to find the strength to care.  

“How about we play hooky for the rest of the day? Who needs to be around these pieces of shits anyway? We could go for a drive, and you could show me exactly why you think Skyhooks would out play Metallica?” Eddie asks, looking for a way to cheer you up.  

You stop in your tracks looking directly into Eddie’s soul.  Even though these people were temporary to you, maybe the friendship developing between you and Eddie didn’t have to be.  

“Let’s go” a small smile returning to your face. 

“Fuck em”.  

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Summary | Being the new kid at school is the worst, but being new and from another country is like hell. Just keep your head down loser and you'll get out of this alive. But will a chance encounter change the plans you've worked so hard to keep on track?

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Warnings | swearing, drugs, FReader, Jason Carver, bullying, Eddie falling hard for reader, reader being a badass, strangers to friends, some cultural references

Author's Notes | This is my first foray into writing fan fics. I had a thought and put pen to paper. I now have so many ideas for these two characters so I will be turning this into a series (chapters for certain points in their lives as they grow up). I hope you all enjoy it!

Word Count | 6k

Key | Pink Italics is reader’s internal monologue

Blue Italics is Eddie’s internal monologue             

Bold Italics is a recall of a past event/encounter

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1986

It had been two whole weeks at this stupid school and you still hadn’t made a single friend or spoken, maybe if you were being generous, more than three lines to someone who was willing to give you the time of day. Even then the conversation consisted of you repeating yourself 12 times over because they couldn’t understand what you were saying.

 “umm excuse me do you know where I can find Ms O’Connor’s room?”

“I’m sorry, what did you just say, I can’t understand your accent.”

“so-sorry, do you know where I can find Ms O’Connor’s room?”

It was clear by the looks on these two confused girls’ faces you were going to get nowhere with them – and as always you would feel defeated and just point at the words written on your class schedule.

 “Ohhh, why didn’t you just say that – it’s down the hall to the left”

Watching them wandering down the hall you could hear them snickering - “what an actual loser, what kind of hole did she even crawl out from – was that even English she was speaking? Don’t even get me started on what she’s wearing – she’s still living in the past decade!”

“I heard her accent isn’t even real, she’s just making it up to try and look cool, it’s just sad really”.

vicious laughs between the students ensued and all you could do was call out “thanks, mate!” with a painfully forced smile.  The one thing you realised you could get away with here smart-ass comments, for some reason they would always go over their tiny little heads.  It wasn’t their fault they couldn’t understand how powerful the word “mate” could be when send with the right tone.  You had no interest in making any friends, you resolved to yourself to being the lonesome loser.

Looking down at what you were wearing what’s wrong with my outfit?

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Being the new kid was hard enough, but being the new kid in a new country where everything from the clothes you wore to the words you spoke made you stick out like a sore thumb made it 100 times harder. 

After your mum’s last failed relationship (who was it this time, Martin or Brian? you couldn’t remember their names and they never stuck around long enough for you to bother remembering them), she had decided that she had had enough of Australia and wanted to head back to her hometown – Hawkins, Indiana.  This unfortunately meant you had to uproot your life, leave your friends and everything you loved behind to come to a country where familiarity and comfort was something that didn’t exist for you.  So here you were, stuck in a small tightknit town trying to take each day as it came – waiting for graduation so you could skip out and go back home.

Home for now was a shitty little rundown trailer park on the outskirts of town.  It wasn’t too bad over the summer, you could hang outside on the porch and people watch, your most favourite past time.  Living in a trailer park had its perks in that way, the clientele who called this place home were more amusing to watch than anything you could find on cable TV. 

There was one person who peaked your interest.  You had first interacted with him when you were locked out of the trailer by your mum after a not so friendly discussion about repeating your final year at an American school, I’ve already graduated high school in Australia – why is she making me suffer through it again? 

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“When will you understand I’m doing all of this for you.  Going to Hawkins High will help you assimilate with the culture, and maybe you’ll actually make some friends and get out of my hair and away from the trailer for a while”. 

“Pack it in Vicki, let’s not pretend that we moved here because of me, we both know that’s fucking bullshit.  If you want me out of your hair why couldn’t you have just let me stay in Australia! I don’t want to go to a fucking American school, I don’t want to even be in this fucking country!!”you screamed as you walked out of the trailer, slamming the door behind you and swearing profanities that would make a nun blush. 

The only way you two knew you could cool down was by getting as much distance between each other as possible. Unfortunately for you, your mother ran out for her shift at the mall, locking all of the doors behind you without realising you hadn’t taken keys with you.  When you got back from your walk you found yourself locked out with no way inside until at least 10pm when her shift ended. How could my life get any worse. 

Defeated, you rested your head on the locked front door closing your eyes, letting the sweat run from your forehead to the bottom of your chin.  You were both willing the door to open to escape the heat and ready to accept your fate of forever being locked outside when suddenly you heard a roar of an engine and a familiar song breaking the mundane sounds of the trailer park around you.  You knew it was him, out of all the people in this trailer park he would be the one to be listening to “you shook me all night long” at an unreasonable volume.  You guessed he was either sitting on his porch having a smoke or working on his shit box of a car. 

You’d never spoken a word to him, simply smiled and nodded when he was sat on his porch while you were coming back from one of your post-argument screaming match cool downs.  He was kind enough, always reciprocating with either a smile or a nod, but never a single word was spoken between the two of you.  He was your only chance of getting back inside, surely he has to have some sort of tool that could help you escape this heat and back into the air conditioned comfort of your room.

Walking towards the trailer you could see him jumping out of his car and setting up his tool box.  This monstrosity of a vehicle always seemed to need something fixed.  As he leant down to place the socket wrench with the rest of the tools you watched as his long brown hair fell over his face before he seamlessly tucked it behind his ear making sure not to get ash from the cigarette he had hanging off his lips into his curls.  The way his hair bounced around and naturally fell around his face reminded you of your uncle cocker spanel Charlie, he was a dopey dog but nothing but loveable. 

You stood there for a moment studying his mannerisms, the way his facial expressions would change when he had come up with what you could only assume was a fantastic idea by the raise of his eyebrows and the smile that would plant itself on his face.  Yeah, he’s definitely the human embodiment of Charlie. 

He’s got to be at least 18 years old, maybe older – did he go to school? Maybe he goes to Hawkins.  He looks harmless enough.  Maybe I could see myself being friends with someone like him to survive these next 12 months…or not....Lets not entertain the idea, I’m better off alone.

“ummm hi, excuse me” you gave a tiny wave trying to get his attention as he was half turned to you, enveloped in his own little world tapping his fingers against the hood of his car to the song playing.

Shit, he didn’t hear me

A little louder this time “ahhh excuse me”….fuck still nothing.  Right I’ll just have to get a bit louder this time.

“HELLO, EXCUSE ME” and as if you’re timing couldn’t be any worse you scream just as the music quietened down to play the next track.

“Jesus H Christ!!” spinning on his heels, you saw his brown eyes widen and his pupils dilate to twice their size, his hands clutching at his chest like he was about the keel over from a heart attack.

“You can’t sneak up on a man like that, my reflexes could have kicked in and you would have been a goner!”.

You tilted your head giving him a puzzled look and eyed the space between yourself and him.  A smirk crosses your face and as one eyebrow lifts “there’s at least two metres between us right now, I wouldn’t exactly call that sneaking up on you” you chuckle.

It was your turn, you could now feel yourself being examined with his doe eyes walking their way up and down your body like you were some sort of extra terrestrial and he was trying to work out what planet you had arrived from.  

Trying to avoid the ever growing silence between you both you decided to speak up “I’m sorry I snuck up on you, your music was loud and I couldn’t get your attention without yelling – I guess I just forgot how long “you shook me” was – I thought there was still another chorus to go”.

A genuine smile crosses his face “you know AC/DC?”

“well yeah, everyone does. But also, if you haven’t noticed already, which I would find surprising with how thick my accent is, I’m from Australia.  My mum and I moved back just before the summer break” pointing to your locked trailer.

Looking past you to follow where your finger was pointing, he soon realised which trailer you were from. “soooo, you’re the ones who stay up fighting until 12pm almost every night” placing his hands on his hips and tilting his head to try and look less intimidating to you as well as trying not to put you offside with what he just said.  It didn’t mean to come off as aggressive or annoyed, but he doesn’t always make the right choice with words.

“ahh well yeah” now looking down scuffing your feet against the gravel floor. “Sorry about that.  But that’s actually why I came over here. I don’t know if you heard us earlier but after I left my mum, she’s managed to lock me out of the trailer and she won’t be back until 11pm tonight.  Do you have a screwdriver I could borrow to jimmy the front window so I could get back in” sighing out an awkward laugh while rubbing the back of your neck.  This was so incredibly embarrassing.  He now knew how much of a raging psycho you were, can the world just swallow me whole now?? Anyone???

Before you could even continue with your excuses as to why you were over here bothering him, he was down on his knees rifling through his tool box finding the right tool to get you inside.  “Here you go” looking up over his perfectly positioned bangs.

“Thank you, thank you thank you, you’re a life saver” grabbing the screwdriver with both hands shaking in a prayer position.   “I’ll be sure to bring them back over to you as soon as possible”.

“Take your time, I’ve got plenty more where that came from” kicking his toolbox and wincing at how surprisingly painful that idea was but still trying to play it cool. 

This elicited a small giggle out of you he wasn’t expecting. In a matter of seconds that giggle took hold of his heart.  His heart was beating a million miles an hour and he had no idea how to control it – how was he feeling like this, it’s the first time you’ve ever spoken to him and he’s imploding internally from it.  What is going on with you, you don’t even know the girl’s name. Play it cool, play it cool…

“well, thanks anyway.  I guess I’ll see you around?” hoping he would agree and want to speak to you again.

“I’ll be here…Dundee”.  Fuck, why did I say that? Shit, guess I gotta run with it now.

“you know, like the movie.  It’s not half bad” giving an awkward laugh and watching for your approval at what he just said.

Another giggle escapes your mouth “aha yeah, I guess.  But maybe work on the nicknames a little more”.  As you smile and walk away towards your trailer all he can do is stare and ask himself whether this chance encounter would be the best or worst thing to happen to him.  Whatever witchy curse you had just placed him under had him wanting to know anything and everything about you.

Although the boy two trailers down seemed kind you had no room for inviting people into your life.  This town was a temporary home.  Agreed. You’re right - temporary people, temporary home. Nodding along to your own thoughts and reassuring yourself that that encounter means nothing, you pry open the window to your trailer and climb in.  All you could do for now is keep your head down and live in the tiny little world you’ve managed to create for yourself.  It wasn’t all that bad, you don’t mind your own company most of the time and to be honest you have a pretty great sense of humour, why wouldn’t you wanna hang around all by yourself?  That’s convincing enough, isn’t it?

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Second period on a Tuesday was physical education, a subject you despised both back home and here – how the education system thought running around chasing a ball was beneficial to your education was beyond you, but you had one skill up your sleeve to avoid it – faking sick notes from your mum.  The countless hours spent studying and tracing over the notes mum left around the house while you were home alone made it all worth it if you meant you could avoid an hour of physical education.  The only hitch in your plan was that lying wasn’t necessarily your strongest suit, but you were willing to bite your tongue and lie through your teeth to avoid this dreadful class.

As you walked into the girl’s locker room you looked around and saw how incredibly put together the other girls’ sports outfits were – there were the cheerleaders with their tiny green skirts and tight tops bouncing around with their pom-poms practicing whatever stupid rhyming cheer they had made up that day.  Other girls were changing into mid-thigh length basketball shorts and name brand spaghetti strap tops, then there was you.  You soon realised you didn’t read the memo when it came to PE attire. You could feel all the eyes burning into the back of your skull and the snickering between each other as you changed into your footy shorts and very-hand-me-down Mr Squiggle shirt.  You looked yourself up and down and couldn’t understand what was wrong with the outfit I wear this all the time back home and never got so much as a second glance but as each girl passed you to go through to the gym they made sure to eye you up and down with disgusted looks on their faces.  God I hate this place.

“ahh Mr Pearce – I have a note from my mum, I can’t participate in sports for a while – I fractured my ankle just before I got here and it’s only just healed.” As you handed him the note you dug down deep into your acting skills and gave him the most sickly sweet smile and puppy dog eyes, trying to will yourself to stop talking before you dug yourself a hole of a lie you knew you couldn’t climb back out of.

“right…Miss, ummm”

“Y/N Y/LN”

“right, sure, Ms Y/L/N just sit over on the bleaches for the rest of class. I don’t wanna hear a peep out of you.  We have our final tournament coming up and the boys need to focus.”

“sure thing, thanks Mr Pearce – my lips are sealed” miming yourself zipping your mouth shut. 

With the biggest grin on your face, you started to skip away cheerfully before quickly remembering the lie you had just spun, stopping in your tracks and snapping your head around to see if you had been caught.  Remembering nobody gave a shit about you, you turned your skip into a very slow limp back to the bleaches.  You peaked one person’s interest though, and he was sitting at the back of the bleaches.

No! Dundee what are you doing, stop skipping!! Shit ok good, she’s realised what she’s done and she’s now….what is she doing? Is she trying to limp...He hadn’t even realised you were going to the same school until he saw you walk out of the girl’s locker room with a miserable look on your face.  He thought you were too old to be in school – he had heard the fight with your mum about your age but only caught half of it.  To be fair he was too old to be here too – being kept back so many years made him the oldest student at Hawkins High but with you here, clearly in his grade, in his gym class; he was determined to graduate this year, with you.  I need to talk to you again, I have to make you smile

God this is so mind numbingly boring, when does this torture end.  You dramatically huff and throw yourself back against the hard wooden bleaches, quickly grabbing at your elbow you’ve just smashed against the bench and swearing at how hard you had managed to hit it. “Fuck, shit balls”.

A familiar deep tone calls out from behind you “you alright there Dundee? These bleaches can be deceivingly vicious.”

Craning your head around your eyes slowly make their ways upwards to find out who just spoke to you.  The first thing you see is the all black outfit, a Metallica shirt covered by a leather jacket-denim vest combination.  Your eyes make their way to meet the only face that familiar in this whole room – screwdriver boy.

“screw driver – didn’t expect to see you at this fine establishment” gesturing to the sweaty teenagers running around the gym.

“screwdriver?? And you say Dundee was bad. Maybe just stick to your day job”.

He plonks himself close next to you and you shuffle yourself away, giving space back between each other.  He didn’t seem offended by that though.

“yeah you’re probably right, I guess I have to get to know you better before I can bestow a nickname worthy enough for thee” bowing.  For thee? Bowing? What the fuck am I doing, are we back in 1800s England?? Don’t let him see how much of a weirdo you are just yet??? You can feel your mind starting to spiral and you’re wondering what has made you so incredibly nervous all of a sudden.  What making you word vomit to a stranger and revert back to speaking Ye Old English.  He breaks your thought process.

“My kinda girl! I could sense you were one of us when we first met” locking eyes with you and producing a grin on his face that would outshine the Cheshire Cat.

“one of us? What does that mean?” a puzzled yet defensive look falls over your face and you give yourself even more distance from him.  You could feel your guard going back up, ready to be insulted or ridiculed by him just like all the other kids at this school.  I guess he’s no different than the rest of them

Realising he hadn’t chosen his words correctly (ye again) by the quick demeanour change you had just shown, he back tracks - quickly shooting his arms up as if to show he’s come unarmed. 

“No, I just meant – you seem cool, down to earth, unlike the rest of these fake wannabes” flailing his arms towards the basketballers and cheerleaders who had by now all slowed down to witness the interaction happening on the bleaches.

As you were about to speak a voice screamed from down on the court “HEY FREAK!” making both of you turn to see the source of the insult. Of course, Jason Carver the head captain of the basketball team.

You had only been at the school for two weeks, but you already knew who he was and what kind of unintelligible nastiness could come from his foul mouth.  It had only been two weeks, but he had managed to come up with every cultural insult (always lacking any true poison or intelligence to actually hurt you) under the sun, trying to elicit a response from you.  Back home, bullies were mean, but no one at your school ever took themselves serious enough to care what people said about them – especially you.  Every time Jason said something to you, you made sure never to respond and simply give him a confused look which screamed that you were experiencing second hand embarrassment for him accompanied by total silence which pissed him off more than you could imagine. Little did you know he had just found his golden tickets and they were sitting next to each other on the bleaches ready to be cashed in.

He shouted again, this time even louder, enough for everyone in the gym to stop and watch the spectacle unfold.

“HEY FREAK! Looks like you’ve got yourself another freak to add to the collection and she’s come all the way from Down Under.  You two were made for each other! Somebody call the circus, the freaks have escaped!!”.  Looking around for confirmation he had thoroughly insulted the two of you, his friends were quick to nudge him and laugh like the sheep they were before being followed by the the cheerleaders.

Before screwdriver could get a word out you felt yourself opening your mouth and before you could stop yourself…

“Hey Carver! 300 million sperm cells and you were the quickest? The gene pool must have been dry that day.  How about you stop worrying about other people and go back to playing with your tiny balls with your flock of sheep over there” sticking your middle finger directly at him for the whole gym to see.

What the fuck did I just do?? What happened to my plan of staying quiet and getting the hell out of here in one piece – that plan was now out the window…FUCK

Looking around you realised you could hear a pin drop in the gym with everyone’s jaws almost hanging on the floor.  But suddenly the gym erupts into laughter and all you see are the death stares coming from Carver, his cronies and the cheerleaders. 

You’ve really screwed yourself now Y/N. there’s no going back now I guess, time to let my freak flag fly.

As you slowly turn your head to look to see if you’ve scared off Screwdriver, you see his widened eyes and shock draped across his face.

“where the hell have you been all my life?” His expression turning to one of joy.  “No one has ever stood up to Jason’s insults before, not even me and look at me – I look terrifying” gesturing to his attire.

“Jason has been negging me since I got here, and I guess I’d just had enough.  To be honest I didn’t realise what I was doing until I started speaking and by then it was all or nothing”. You let your head fall back in maniacal laughter realising how fucked you truly were.

All he could do is stare in awe at how nonchalant you were at what just went down.  You were in for some serious world of hurt making enemies with the popular kids, but he was gonna make damn sure he wouldn’t let any of them touch you.

“where I’m from we never really took bullies and what they said seriously, everyone was each other’s mates.  I guess it’s different here” the laughter slowly leaving you and your mouth turning downward at the reminder of home.

“well I guess I should probably get you out of here before the head cheerleader and her posse make an attempt on your life”.

“what are they gonna do – pom-pom me to death?” chuckling at your poor attempt at humour.

God, that chuckle could end wars he thinks to himself ready to play out an entire life with you in his head while he stares and examines every inch of your face worried, he might wake up from this dream any second because no way someone this amazing could just walk into his life like you have.

Breaking the brief silence with a smile you continue “well where do you suggest we go?”

“I don’t know if you know this” leaning in closer to you to whisper, “I am a connoisseur of sorts” gesturing a smoke between his fingers with a sly wink.

A little louder than you intended you replied “Oh no, I know.  Everyone at the trailer park knows. Your trailer is a revolving door.  I suspected it was either drugs or you were a lady of the night, but looking at you close up I don’t think you’ve got the face for it” shrugging and throwing the kind of smile his way that makes you seem more innocent than you are and the jab was not meant to hurt him.

“well, aside from that insult you’ve just thrown my way I’m willing to let you try before you buy – we could call it a welcome gift, from one freak to another” bowing his head and laying out his hand ready to receive yours in turn.

“before I go off sneaking around the school to get high with a fellow freak I should probably get your name.  I’m Y/N” taking his hand to help you stand up from the bleaches.

“how rude of me, Munson.  Eddie Munson” standing in tandem with you still holding your hand.

“well Eddie Munson the pleasure is all mine.  Now are you going to lead the way” you say pointing to the gym doors.  “I didn’t come here to fuck spiders” grinning at the confused look you’ve just managed to paint over his face.

Hopping down from the bleaches satisfied and smiling to yourself, you walk out of the gym and here him trailing behind yelling at you, more confused than ever.

“Y/N what do you mean? You didn’t come here the fuck spiders? Why are we fucking spiders all of a sudden?? Where are these spiders ? Y/N…. Y/N – I know you can hear me!!”.  With a cheeky poke of your tongue and a wink in his direction all he could do is grin from ear to ear, like a kid at Christmas. 

Running to match your pace “to the oval ma lady”.

Maybe this year won’t be as bad as you think it will be.

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As you take your seat opposite Eddie on the decrepit table, your eyes trail around the woods he’s lead you to behind the school’s sports field.  For a space run down and littered with broken glass and empty beer cans you’re not feeling creeped out or have a sense that you shouldn’t be where you are.  The feelings you hold now are ones of comfort and a strange sense of safety, somewhere you felt welcomed in an ever-growing world where you weren’t welcomed anywhere. 

“Sorry this isn’t the Shangri-La, it’s the only area close to the school where I can get some privacy to do my transactions” Eddie says, not looking at you and instead narrowing all of his attention on rolling the perfect blunt.

“don’t apologise Eddie, this place is perfect – feels just like home” giving him a reassuring smile that hopefully conveyed you could care less where you were at this point, as long as it wasn’t the bleaches being gawked at like some freak show.

“So, what is with this get up of yours anyway? Tiny booty shorts and a wha- some sort of demonic writing utensil? What is that shirt you’re wearing.  Surely you have something less scandalous for gym class”

He lights the blunt, puffs one out and hands it over to you – bringing your attention back to him.

With your most offensive face you take the blunt he’s handing and inhale.

“how dare you!” covering the ears of the character on our shirt in dramatic fashion “don’t listen to him Mr Squiggle, he doesn’t know quality when he sees it”.

“I’ll have you know sir, Mr Squiggle is a staple Aussie kids TV program, there’s not a soul back home that doesn’t adore this little man” pretending to console the little character on your shirt before realising your just stroking your chest and now look like an absolute weirdo for doing so.

Adjusting yourself to now be laying on the chairs instead of sitting you take another drag.  Eddie follows your movements on his side and your eyes meet under the table as you pass the blunt back to him. 

“well that explains the shirt but the shorts, why are they so incredibly tiny, like I’m not complaining, they’re fantastic but why those?”.  You suddenly spring from your chair, giving Eddie a fright now seeing you performing deep lunges.

“ohh, these bad boys?” pointing to your shorts. “they’re called footy shorts.  Shorts men where while they’re playing sport – like footy? You know, NRL, AFL – those kinds of sports”.

Rubbing his eyes he shockingly expresses “wait, so men wear these shorts too!?”

“well yeah, they’re made for men not women.  I think it has something to do with less material so they can get around faster or can’t be pulled down by other players. If I’m completely honest though, I think a women on had some hand in designing them so girls to gawk at men in tiny booty shorts” a small laugh escaping you while you return to laying down on the picnic chair, Eddie again following suit.  

Eddie gives a cheeky smirk “if they were designed for men, how did you manage to get your hands on a pair?”

Your expression changes avoiding Eddie’s gaze as to not show too much emotion “they were my dads”. 

Seeing you avoid his attempt at eye contact he knows he can’t push that subject any further, not yet anyway.  He wants to know everything there is about you but that’s clearly a sore spot you weren’t ready to divulge to him. 

He gives you a smile and a nod like he understands and won’t push you further which in turn gives you a light twinge in your heart like one of the barbed wires you’ve wrapped so tightly around your heart has been cut, slowly releasing the pressure you’ve had building up for such a long time.

Eddie wants to get to know you further, but he knows he can only push you so far right now.  Sitting in silence, enjoying the high overtake your bodies you hear him pipe up.  “So why Hawkins, Indiana? It’s a weird place to choose to move too”.

“My mum’s from here.  She was some sort of head cheerleader at Hawkins High back in the day.  I tend to drown her out when she starts talking about her glory days.  But she ended up moving to Australia after she met my dad and I guess we’ve come full circle and now I’m stuck in this hole of a town”.

“well I guess we can agree on something, this place is a hole” Eddie chuckles a little too hard realising the high is hitting him harder than normal – or maybe he was just getting high off your presence. 

“but hold on a damn minute” Eddie thinks for a second, he recognises your last name but where has he heard it from, it’s right on the tip of his tongue and you soon realise where he’s going with his thought process – he’s worked it out.

“Your Victoria Y/L/N’s kid!?” a tiny scream escapes Eddie as he puts one shocked hand to his face and points his finger directly at you. Fuck, he’s worked it out. I was trying to just get through this year without people knowing I was her kid – will he keep my secret?

He continues, oblivious to the sober look on your face, watching him to see what he knows and what he says next. “she is like a living hero to those cheerleaders.  Something about leading the basketball team to victory with the cheer she created.  I don’t know the full story, nor do I really care, sorry about that one.  But I unfortunately sit next to Cathy Rivers in science, I could slip it in that you’re her kid and I just know you wouldn’t have any trouble with tho--……”

You stop him before he can go any further “No”

“No? I mean, the moment they find out you’re her kid – you’d be in”

Interrupting him again he looks up and sees the daggers you’re now shooting him “Eddie, let’s get one thing very clear – no one, and I mean no one, is to know that I’m her kid.  I have no interest in being popular or one of those fucking air headed wankers who parade around in tiny skirts and make fun of anyone who doesn’t conform to their way of living”.

Your expression changes to a plea “please Eddie, please don’t tell anyone – I just want to get through this year, I’m happy being a loser.  I was a loser back home and I can do it all again right here”.

Examining your body language Eddie decides to over compensate with dramatics “cross my heart and hope to die” he actions carving a giant cross over his chest which elicits a tiny smile from you.  I would die to see that smile, just one more time.

As he rests his hands on the table yours reaches out to rest on his making him look from the table back to you like a deer in the headlights, unsure what he should do now.

As you go to thank him you hear the bells in the background ring for the change to third period and remember you have Ms Fowler next for Geography.

“Fuck, I can’t be late – I have Ms Fowler”.

“Oh yeah Dundee, if you’re late she’ll keep you back at lunch for way too long than should be legally allowed.  I’m sure there’s something in the Geneva Convention about that”.

“you know, I’m starting to warm to the nickname” Springing up from your chair you laugh as you’ve managed to frighten the shit out of Eddie again.  God how entertaining it was to see how easy it was to frighten him.

“I’m like a whippet! Are you coming?” reaching for your bag and getting ready to run for your life.

“no, you go ahead – I’m meeting a client here who happens to also be my ticket out of class this period” winking knowing the art teacher gave no shits about Eddie’s education or if getting his supply would make him late to class. I need to cut him off, I’m graduating this year for sure.

“well then, don’t get too many tardies otherwise we won’t be graduating together this year.  I guess now you’ll be able to see how fast I can run in this footy shorts” you say with a cheeky wink, making Eddie cheeks flush a bright shade of red.

Cocking your head back in laughter and running away at full speed you here Eddie yell from behind “Meet me in the cafeteria at lunch Dundee, you can meet the rest of the gang”.  You don’t turn back but simply wave your hand in the air as a confirmation you’ve heard what he says.

All Eddie could do in that moment was watch as you ran off, wishing you could just sit at this table he’s now sat at alone, and learn everything there is to know about you.  With you not sitting opposite him the space turns back into a cold reminder of what his life used to be, how in less than two interactions he can start to see a different future – one with you in it.

Don’t you worry Dundee, I’ll be by your side at graduation.  I’ll follow you to the ends of the Earth…

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