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[mamaestapa]

Take On Me||Jason Carver x reader

summary: With all of the deaths happening to teenagers all across Hawkins, Jason doesn’t know what to believe. Are Eddie Munson and his buddies killing innocent people (including his girlfriend Chrissy) due to their “satanic cult” the Hellfire Club? Or is a sinister evil from an alternate dimension to blame? Even though he’s told about the monster, Jason doesn’t believe that Vecna and his curse is real, until he witnesses you being plagued by awful visions and a terrifying trance. What Jason does believe though, is that maybe his feelings for you aren’t as platonic as he thought they were…

pairing: Jason Carver x reader

warnings: Angst, crying, swearing, spoilers for season 4, use of the word “freak” to describe eddie and his friends, slightly ooc Jason, gory descriptions, mentions of death, Vecna, your typical Stranger Things content, and a very fluffy ending

“Oh Shit.” Lucas sighed as he looked out the window of your living room, “Shit!” he quickly shut the red blinds and turned to look at the group. You, Nancy, Robin, Steve, Dustin, and Max looked at Lucas, all of you worried and confused about his sudden panic.

“Lucas, what’s wrong?” Max asked, walking up to the boy.

“It’s Jason.”

“Oh shit.” It was Steve’s turn now to sigh.

The sound of a car door slamming outside could be heard from inside the silent house. There was a knock at your front door.

“Y/n! I know you’re home. I know you’ve got company too.”

“What the hell do we do!?” Dustin whsiper-yelled, looking among the group for answers.

Robin visibly gulped, “We just...”

“Act casual.” Nancy finished for her with a nod and a forced smile.

Another knock at the door. You knew if you didn’t open the door, Jason would find a way to get into the house. You sighed and walked over to the front door, unlocking the deadbolt and taking a deep breath before opening it. You were met with a piercing blue gaze and an infamous green and yellow varsity jacket.

“Hi Jason.”

He gave you his signature bright smile, “Y/n, Hi.” He glanced over your shoulder, seeing the others crammed into your living room. Steve and Robin awkwardly waved at him, as Nancy and Max gave forced smiles. Lucas was trying his best to stay out of Jason’s sight, he knew there was no way to avoid Jason right now, but it was worth a shot.

“Mind if I come in? I just wanna talk.”

“I don’t know, now isnt really a good time Jason.”

He nodded, “I get it if you’re busy, but, I don’t mind talking with a few extra people present. Maybe they can help,” he stepped inside, pointing at Dustin and Lucas with a smug smile, “especially those two. Didn’t think I’d see you, huh Sinclair?”

I shut the front door, locking it behind me. Lucas waved at Jason, his hand shaking slightly from nerves. Steve moved so he was now in front of Lucas and Dustin, protecting them from Jason. He held his arm out in front of the two teenagers as Jason walked away from the door and closer into the house.

“Don’t get any closer Carver. You lay a hand on them and I won’t hesitate to beat your ass.”

Jason put his hands up in the hair, a chuckle leaving his lips, “Relax Harrington, I just want to talk.” He brought his hands down on his hips. Steve still stayed in front of the kids.

“You guys uh, you know where Eddie Munson is?”

We shook our heads no. Of course we knew where he was. But we couldn’t tell Jason about his whereabouts.

Robin spoke, “Jason, I don’t know why you’re so hell-bent on finding Eddie, but-.”

“Because he killed Chrissy.” Jason cut her off.

Nancy sighed, “Look, Jason, I’m sorry about Chrissy.”

He nodded, eyeing Nancy.

“But, it wasn’t Eddie who killed her.”

“Then why was she there? Why would Chrissy be in the freaks trailer, huh?”

You frowned, placing your hand gently on his shoulder, “Chrissy was,” you looked at the the others for help, but no one said anything, “she was seeing things, terrible things. She thought drugs would help her get rid of the ‘visions’ she was having.”

Jason looked taken aback and a little hurt at what you said. “No, no. If Chrissy was seeing these things she’d come to me. She’d, she’d talk to me, right?” It almost sounded like he was asking himself that question.

You frowned, feeling sorry for the blonde. You gently spoke to him, deciding now would be a good time to explain what’s currently going on and what has been going on in Hawkins. “Jason, you may want to sit down for this.”

…

“I don’t understand.”

Steve sighed, running his hands through his perfect hair. “God Carver, what don’t you understand!?”

Jason rolled his eyes, “You expect me to believe your bullshit story about some dimension called ‘the Upside Down’, that’s just like Hawkins, and the monsters that come from that place are what killed Chrissy and Patrick?”

The group stayed silent as Jason continued ranting.

“I don’t understand how any of that is even real! The only reasonable explanation for these deaths are satanic powers and Eddie Munson is responsible for it—all of it. Him and all of his other freaks. That Hellfire Club is a satanic cult, not some, some club where freaks gather to play some stupid fantasy game. No, they gather to KILL PEOPLE!” He roared, chest heaving as he finished his rant.

“The Hellfire Club is not a cult Jason!” Lucas exclaimed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes in annoyance.

“We just play Dungeons and Dragons, a totally harmless and fun fantasy game.” Dustin chimed in. Jason looked between the two boys, his jaw clenched as thoughts ran through his head.

“I won’t ask again, where’s Munson?” Jason spoke, disregarding the reassurance Lucas and Dustin gave him about the truth behind Hellfire.

You sighed, “We don’t know, okay? We haven’t seen Eddie since Tuesday.”

Jason looked at you, eyes narrowing slightly as if he didn’t one hundred percent believe what you were saying. His gaze snapped away from you when Nancy spoke.

“Jason, I know there’s probably a lot going through your head right now.”

“A lot is an understatement.”

Nancy smiled slightly, nodding in agreement before she continued, “But you have to believe us. Everything we’ve told you is true. We’ve been experiencing shit like this since the fall of ‘83. There really are monsters out there, but Eddie isn’t one of them.”

“But Vecna,” Robin spoke up, “the monster that killed Chrissy, he’s one of them. And I swear on my life, we swear on our lives that we’re telling you the truth—about everything.”

Jason looked around the group, eyeing all of us individually as his jaw clenched once again.

“I don’t know.” he replied, shaking his head, “That supernatural crap, I don’t believe in it.”

A chorus of sighs broke out in the living room. Of course he was still hesitant to believe you and your friends. You couldn’t blame him though, your stories sound insane and absolutely made up to someone who hasn’t experienced any of the things you guys have in the past three years. However, you were determined to get Jason to believe all of you.

“Jason,” you spoke softly, “what will it take for you to believe us?” Your e/c eyes staring into his blue ones, searching for some other emotion to show besides anger and skepticism.

Jason bit his bottom lip, shaking his head as he started pacing. It was obvious that the gears were turning in his head as he thought about all the information he was given in the past fifteen minutes he’s been at your house.

Steve rolled his eyes, his voice just below a whisper so only you and Robin could hear, “God, I wish he’d just say something other than I don’t know.”

You nodded, eyes still glued to a pacing Jason. Suddenly, his pacing stopped and his eyes immediately fell on you.

“I want to believe you.”

You breathed out a shocked laugh, “You do?”

He nodded, “Yeah. This whole ‘Upside Down, alternate dimension’ thing sounds insane, so either you’re all wonderful liars, or, you’re telling the truth. And Y/n, I’ve known you long enough to know you’d never lie to me.”

You smiled as he spoke. Just like the younger kids, you always had the idea “friends don’t lie”, so that’s how it went, you never lied to your friends and vice-versa. Jason had been good friends since your Sophomore year when he started dating your best friend, Chrissy Cunningham.

“I want to believe you, but part of me still feels like you could all be lying.”

“He’s definitely lying, he doesn’t want to believe us at all.” Dustin whispered loudly.

Max smacked Dustin upside the head.

“Jesus! What the hell?” He rubbed the back of his neck. Max rolled her eyes.

“Come on Dustin, leave him alone.”

Jason put his hands on his hips, “You got a problem with me Henderson?”

“No I don’t, expect for the fact that you’ve been hunting down one of my best friends with your buddies for the past few days.”

Jason laughed airily, “You don’t know the full story, so I’d shut your mouth before I shut it for you you little shit.”

“Jason-.” Lucas warned.

Dustin mumbled something under his breath as he plopped down on a chair that was pulled out from the kitchen table, watching in amusement as Steve stood up for him.

“Hey!” Steve yelled jumping out of his seat and walking up to Jason. The guys faces only inches from each other, Jason stood with his arms firmly crossed across his chest as Steve stood with his hands on his hips.

“Full story or not, talk to him,” Steve pointed at Dustin, “or any of them,” he firmly pointed at the rest of us, before jabbing his finger into Jason’s toned chest, “like that again and your ass is grass, you’re dead, Carver. You got that?

Jason clenched his jaw and stepped back from Steve, the two boys beginning to argue. You rolled your eyes and walked over to the window in your living room looking outside and trying your best to tune out the sounds of the boys bickering—the arguing did not help your headache at all.

The truth is, you had a headache and nosebleeds for a couple days now. Shortly after those started, the visions began.

You were Vecna’s next target.

And nobody knew except for you.

As you looked outside, you noticed the slight breeze had suddenly stopped. It was eerily calm and quiet. You furrowed your brows and turned around to tell the others, but you were met with an empty living room.

“Guys?” you called out, but there was no reply. You took slow steps away from the window, jumping when you heard a yell come from the door to your bedroom. You ran towards the door, quickly opening it. When you opened it you were in a completely different setting. You stood in the middle of a new living room. Your breathing grew heavy as you looked around at your surroundings. Your familiar surroundings.

You were in Eddie Munsons trailer.

What the hell? You thought to yourself.

“Y/n?” A familiar sweet and innocent voice echoed. You turned around at your name being called. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, you felt as if your heart stopped and all the blood in your body went cold at the sight in front of you. It was Chrissy. However, it wasn’t the Chrissy you knew and loved. This Chrissy had extremely pale skin, bruises all over her body, and her brown, doe eyes were replaced by bloodied out holes where her eyes were popped out of their sockets and gone from her face completely.

“Chrissy?” you breathed out, “what, what are you doing here?”

“Why didn’t you help me Y/n?”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you saw your sweet best friend standing in front of you. Something you never thought you’d get to witness ever again.

“Chrissy, I didn’t know where you were. I-I didn’t know you were in trouble before it was too late.”

“You let me DIE!” she yelled, her voice eerily echoing. “It’s your fault I’m dead.”

“Chrissy,” You whispered, a tear falling down your cheek, “I’m so sorry.”

“Admit Y/n. You’re not sorry. You’re happy I’m dead. You can finally fuck my boyfriend now that I’m gone. That’s all you’ve ever wanted…right?” She trailed off.

You shook your head, more tears falling, “No, Chrissy, it’s not like that.”

Chrissy started walking towards you, slowly. As she walked towards you, you walked backward at the same pace.

“That’s why you feel so much guilt. Sometimes you think it should have been you who was attacked in Eddies trailer, right? But the truth is…you’re happy I’m gone, so you can get Jason all to yourself.”

“That’s not true Chrissy. Jason, he’s just my friend.”

More guilt rose deep inside of you as you said those words. The feelings you’ve had for Jason since Sophomore year certainly aren’t ones you’d have for just a friend.

“But you don’t have to feel guilty anymore, Y/n. About letting me die or stealing my boyfriend now that I’m dead.”

A clock chimed.

“That’s why I’m here, to take away all of your guilt.”

The clock chimed again.

“No, no, no,” you said, as you continued to back up.

“I’m here to end all of your suffering…once and for all.”

Your eyes widened in fear as Chrissy suddenly turned into the monster you and your friends feared most—Vecna.

The clock chimed again. You screamed, tears streaming down your face as you quickly opened the front door to the trailer and bolted into the woods. You were hyperventilating as you ran, hoping you’d wake up from this awful nightmare. You kept running until you ran into a small clearing in the woods. You stopped to catch your breath. You heard a deep, distorted chuckle.

“You can run, but you can’t hide from me, Y/n.”

You gulped and continued to run away from the monster. You found a giant boulder as you ran further into the woods. Panting, you quickly sat down, hiding behind the rock and praying that Vecna couldn’t spot you.

“You cannot hide from me, Y/n.” the monsters deep voice echoed out into the darkness of the woods.

Taking a deep breath, you stood up and started sprinting once again. Your body couldn’t continue running anymore, so you stood still, deciding to scream out for help as loud as you could.

“Steve! Nancy!” You screamed, your voice echoing.

“Jason, please help me!” You cried out, desperately hoping someone could wake you up from this never ending nightmare. You panted after calling out the names of your friends. The reality suddenly hit you: theres no waking up from this. You were going to die. Just like Chrissy.

As tears began to cloud your vision, you noticed a dense, bright red fog enter the forest. You wiped your eyes and furrowed your brows in confusion. You walked into the fog, suddenly transported into another area. You stood still, looking at the scene around you. It was all red. The sky, the fog, the clouds, everything was red. There were black spikes of different sizes coming out of the ground, almost as if they were trees. There were all sorts of different things floating in the sky, the one thing that caught your eye though, was the giant grandfather clock that every time it chimed, it was getting closer to your time of death. You started to walk through the red world, noticing that the spot you were in had bits and pieces that resembled a house. You heard the clock chime, causing you to jump. You felt your back hit something hard. You turned around, eyes widening in fear as you saw Chrissy’s corpse tied to a pillar by vines that covered her entire body.

A sob broke out from your lips as you saw your best friends limp body. You covered your mouth, and closed your eyes as tears slipped from your eyes.

“What are you doing in here Y/n? Come back to me…”. Vecna’s chilling voice called out to you.

Your breathing quickened as you looked around at the pillars that looked like pointed tree trunks, hundreds of them spread around the place Vecna had lead you to.

“How do you like them, Y/n? Would you like to join them?” Vecna asked, appearing out of nowhere as you as you stood in fear, looking at the monster before you. He slowly started to approach you. You gulped and took off running in the opposite direction. With a flick of his clawed hand, Vecna made a vine wrap around your ankle, causing you to fall to the ground. Cursing, you started to panic once the vine being controlled by Vecna pulled you across the floor and flung you onto one of the pillars.

“NO!” you screeched as more vines were flung at your body, wrapping you tightly to the pillar. You looked around, frantically, trying to think of a way to escape.

You had to get out of this nightmare—and fast.

Meanwhile

“Munson is innocent! How many times do we have to tell you?!”

“Guys.” Dustin said reluctantly, as he started to make his way over to where you stood.

“It’s Vecna’s curse that’s killing everyone, Jason.” Lucas chimed in.

Dustin frowned as he noticed you stood still, not noticing him standing next you. That’s when it hit him.

“Yeah, guys, I think we have a problem…”

Jason rolled his eyes replying to Lucas with a scoff, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Shit,” Dustin breathed out as he noticed your eyes were rolled to the back of your head, twitching along with the rest of your body, “GUYS!”

“What!” Everyone yelled in unison, looking at the curly haired boy in annoyance.

Dustin gulped, “Y/n is Vecna’s next victim.”

The air in the room grew tense. Nancy’s eyes widened in fear and Max’s hand covered her mouth, her eyes filling with tears instantly.

“Shit! We need music!” Robin jumped up from her chair, running her fingers through her short hair.

Jason jogged over to you, not believing Dustin. You were this Vecna creatures next victim? No way, more like Eddie the freaks next victim. He felt his heart drop to his stomach as he looked at you, your body unresponsive and shaking.

“Y/n? Y/n, can you hear me?” He asked softly, placing his hand on your shoulder and shaking you gently.

No response.

Jason felt his heart rate pick up significantly. He had just lost Chrissy a couple days ago, he couldn’t lose you too. You were one of his closest friends. However, the feelings he had for you were nothing close to purely platonic. Sure, Jason loved Chrissy, but he also loved you. He’s always loved you.

“Come on Y/n/n,” he continued to shake you.

“Oh my god…” Lucas trailed off as he watched Jason shake your unresponsive body.

Jason felt nauseated at the thought of Eddie Munson doing this to you. Nobody deserved to die this way, especially you.

Jason cursed silently before he marched up to Steve and pulled him by the collar of his shirt.

“Where the hell is Eddie?” he spat, “I know he’s doing some satanic shit to Y/n, Harrington.” He jerked Steve closer to him, “WHERE IS HE!” he roared.

“It’s not Eddie man!” Steve yelled, moving so he was now the one holding Jason by the collar.

“It’s not EDDIE! Look if we don’t do something soon, Y/n is going to be dead. So Carver, I need you to drop the whole ‘Eddie is a satanic cult leader that’s killing innocent people’ idea and help us save Y/n, okay?”

Jason stayed silent, his blue eyes frantically moving back and forth as he looked at Steve’s panicked features.

“OKAY?!” Steve raised his voice as he shook Jason.

Jason glanced over at you, then back to Steve. This whole inter- dimensional shit still seemed crazy to him, but no matter who was causing this harm to you, Jason knew one thing.

He couldn’t lose you.

He nodded quickly. Steve let go of him and gently patted him on the back.

“Good,” he said, “Now, do you have any idea what her favorite song is?”

“Favorite song? What does-.”

“Answer now, ask questions later.” Nancy nodded with a tight smile.

Jason didn’t even have to think about what your favorite song was. Anytime you were in the car with him and Chrissy, the first song you’d play was Take On Me by a-ha.

“Take on me.” he answered shakily, glancing at you, “that’s her favorite song.”

Max and Robin started to search through a basket in your living room full of cassette tapes of your favorite songs. With shaky hands, Robin held up a tape, a triumphant smile on her face.

“I got it.”

Max quickly handed Robin her Walkman. Robin put the tape into the Walkman and handed the device to Jason, who was still closest to you. With shaky hands, Jason placed the headphones gently over your ears and pressed the play button.

He closed his eyes and sent a silent prayer to god.

Oh how he needed this to work. He needed you to wake up from whatever trance you were currently in.

And the only thing he and the others could do was hope that the sounds of your favorite song were enough to wake you.

…

Your chest heaved as you watched another vine wrap around your neck, choking you. You wanted to desperately pull the vine off of you, but there was nothing you could do. The vines wrapped around both of your arms were too tight. Vecna walked up to you, his body only inches from yours. He groaned in satisfaction at your whimpers. Suddenly, the beginning sounds of Take On Me could be heard. A creaking sound came from the distance, as well as the voice of Steve calling your name. Vecna turned away from you, looking at the new opening in his world full of red that had suddenly appeared. The vines around your neck had loosened slightly. You looked over to your right, seeing all of your friends standing around your unconscious body, desperately trying to wake you up. Tears welled up in your eyes at the sight. Vecna turned back to you, the vines tightening once again. You began to choke as Vecna spoke.

“They can’t help you, Y/n. You belong here…” Vecna’s deep voice echoed as he held his long, large clawed hand out in front of him, beginning to slowly bring it down to your face.

Shying away

I’ll be coming for your love, okay?

You glanced over to your right, a tear falling down your cheek as you saw Jason desperately shaking your shoulders.

“Come on, Y/n. Please. I need you to wake up. Please..” his voice filled with emotion.

Take on me (Take on me)

Take me on (Take on me)

Ill be gone

In a day or two

As Vecna’s hand grew closer to your face, you saw through the opening that your unconscious body had begun to levitate. Your friends started screaming your name. Jason’s eyes grew wide in fear. Maybe they were right after all…

You squeezed your eyes shut, thinking of a way to free yourself. You thought of an idea. Is it crazy? Yes. But is there also a possibility that it could save your life? Also yes. You opened your eyes and tugged your hand away from the vines as hard as you could. Your hand broke free. You grabbed at Vecna’s neck, pulling some of the vine looking skin. Vecna grunted in pain, pulling away from you, which caused the vines to release their strong hold on you. You fell to the ground, quickly catching your breath before you stood up and began to run towards the opening in the red clouds.

Take on me (Take on me)

Take me on (Take on me)

I’ll be gone

In a day or two

As you ran, you felt like time was moving in slow motion. Vecna was throwing things at you, trying to get you to trip, but you just kept running. You felt tears stream down your face as you got closer to the opening. You were so close.

You’re all the things I’ve got to remember

You’re shying away

I’ll be coming for you anyway

Take on me (Take on me)

Take me on (Take on me)

You could still hear the sounds of your favorite song and your friends pleading and yelling at you to wake up. You could feel your heart break as you noticed how Jason looked as if he was going to break down any minute. You felt the ground shake as Vecna threw another piece of sharp rock at you. You just kept running. You were almost there.

I’ll be gone

In a day (Take on me)

Take me on (Take on me)

I’ll be gone (Take on me)

In a day (Take on me)

Take on me (Take on me)

Take me on (Take on me)

“Y/n! Y/n!”

Your eyes snapped open and you gasped, suddenly falling to the ground and landing on your soft carpet.

“Holy shit,” Steve breathed out, rushing over to you. You were hyperventilating as tears streamed down your cheeks. You couldn’t believe it worked. You were awake and away from Vecna.

“Vecna, he…” you whispered, voice breaking with emotion.

“You’re okay,” Steve soothed, as he brought you into his arms. Dustin wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. You brought your head up from the young boys embrace and looked at your other friends. Nancy and Robin were wiping tears while Lucas held a shaking Max, who knew exactly what you just went through. Your eyes finally fell on Jason. He stood still in shock, still trying to comprehend what had just happened to you.

“Jason,” you choked out, holding your hand out to the boy when Dustin let you go.

Tears were pooling in his blue eyes as he walked over to you. Steve let you go gently, Jason replacing him. He brought you into his arms, both of you crying and holding the other tightly. Jason brought one of his hands up to cradle the back of your head, doing his best to calm your sobs as he tried to contain his.

“You’re okay, you’re okay. Ive got you, beautiful, I’ve got you.” He whispered, rubbing your back with his other hand. You clung to him tightly, never wanting to let go.

“Please don’t let go.”

“I won’t, Y/n, I promise.”

You stayed in each other’s arms, letting your breathing calm down and your tears dry up. You were still extremely shaken up from seeing Vecna face to face, but being in Jason’s arms helped calm you down. You pulled away from his embrace, giving him a soft smile. He did the same to you. You stayed close to him as you told the others about what you saw.

“So do you believe us now?” Robin asked, looking at Jason with a pleading look.

Jason nodded, looking over at you. “I do.” He smiled softly at you before directing his gaze at the others, “After witnessing her float in mid-air and explain what she saw and what she just went through. Yeah, I believe you.”

The group broke out in relieved smiles. Steve placed his hand on Jason’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Jason looked up at him, both boys nodding at each other as a silent thank you.

“I’d still like to know where Munson is though,” He cut off Dustin and Lucas who tried to say no, “I know what you’re thinking, but, I just want to apologize to him. If there’s a way I can help prove his innocence to the town, I will. Tonight proved to me that we have bigger things to worry about than some cult in Hawkins, which, I now know isn’t even a thing.”

He looked over at you, your bodies still close to eachother. “I want to apologize to all of you too. I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you all through in the past couple days. I’ve just got a lot of feelings I've been trying to work through since Chrissy passed.”

He looked at you as he said the word “feelings”.

“It’s good Carver. Right guys?” Steve asked. You smiled softly, Steve was always willing to forgive.

Lucas nodded, “Yeah.”

“You’re one of us now.” Robin replied, smirking.

Jason laughed, a sarcastic tone to his voice, “Not sure how I feel about that one, but, thanks.”

You chuckled softly,but it turned to a yawn, you were suddenly exhausted from your run in with Vecna.

Nancy noticed your yawning and smiled slightly before she spoke, “It’s getting pretty late…”

You stood up from where you sat on the floor, stretching once you were standing.

“You guys can stay here if you’d like,” you offered, “my parents aren’t supposed to be back from Tennessee for a couple days.”

Steve smiled, “Thanks Y/n.”

You nodded, “It’s no problem. Two or three of you could take the couch, the guest room is open too, and I could put some blankets and pillows on the floor in either room for the rest of you. And theres room in my room too, I don’t really want to be alone tonight,” You glanced over at Jason as you said that.

“I’ll let the kids have the couch,” Steve said, grabbing some pillows and blankets from an open closet and throwing them on the floor, “I’ll take the floor.”

“Robin and I will be in the guest room.” Nancy said, looking at Robin who nodded in agreement.

You nodded, gulping as you looked at Jason. You silently hoped he’d stay with you.

“I’ll stay with Y/n.”

You couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto your face at his response.

“You don’t have to, Jason, really.”

“But I want to,” he cut you off with a reassuring smile. You just nodded and gave him a soft smile in return.

After saying good night and making sure everyone was comfortable and had enough pillows and blankets, you and Jason headed upstairs to your bedroom. You closed the door behind you and walked over to your bed, sitting down with a sigh. Jason stood awkwardly by your door.

He cleared his throat, “I uh, do you have any extra pillows and blankets?”

You nodded, “In the basket by my bookshelf.”

He nodded, “Thanks.”

“Yeah,” you muttered softly. You stood from the bed, “Im going to go change real quick. I think there might be a pair of gray sweatpants in my bottom drawer. They’re a pair from my ex-boyfriend.”

He smiled, laughing softly and thanking you again. You returned the smile and walked into the bathroom. You changed into a pair of y/f/c, silk pajamas. As you washed your face, you noticed how bloodshot your eyes looked. The visions you’ve been having, along with almost dying, have definitely taken a toll on your emotions and your sleep schedule. Hopefully after escaping Vecna today, you’d finally get a break from the visions—for good. You finished up in the bathroom, your body aching for sleep. When you opened the door, your eyes instantly fell on Jason, whose bare (and extremely muscular) back was turned to you until he heard the door open. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat when he turned around to face you. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over his defined chest and abdomen. You subconsciously bit your bottom lip when you noticed the gray sweatpants he had on hung low on his hips, his v-line being slightly exposed.

“You okay, Y/n/n?” He asked, worry evident in his tone. “You’re not having more visions are you?”

You shook yourself out of your trance, feeling slightly embarrassed that Jason totally caught you checking him out.

“No, no. I’m just really tired.” You reassured him, walking over to your bed. You carefully pulled the covers away before you laid down. Jason watched as you situated yourself under the duvet before asking:

“Do you need anything?"

You shook your head, “Not right now, just sleep.”

He smiled, “Okay. Well if you need anything, I’ll be right here.” He pointed down to the few pillows and a pile of blankets that sat on your floor as his makeshift bed.

You nodded, thanking him. He walked off toward your bathroom. Once he shut the door, you were left alone with your thoughts.

You felt guilty for feeling the way you did about Jason. The two of you have been friends for a while, but you couldn’t help but have stronger feelings for him. Jason could be a total douche, but if you were someone he cared about, he was very caring and protective. Even when Chrissy was still alive and she and Jason were dating, you had feelings for him. Little did you know, Jason felt the same way, about you. The door to the bathroom opened and Jason walked out, quietly laying down on the floor beside your bed. He tried his best to get comfortable, but he knew it was no use.

About ten minutes had passed. You couldn’t sleep and neither could Jason. You were too scared to sleep. Every time you close your eyes your mind wandered to Vecna and all of the things he showed you. You saw Chrissy and her bloodied out eyes as she told you about the guilt you had because of your feelings for Jason.

“Jason?” You called out shakily. He instantly sat up, worry covering his face.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Can, can you come up here?” You asked hesitantly. Jason stood up from his “bed” so he could climb into yours. You pulled the covers back and slid over to make room for the blonde. He carefully laid down in the bed.

“I’m sorry, I’m just too scared to sleep alone.”

He turned so he could face you, “Don’t apologize, I don’t mind. S’ comfier up here anyways.”

You chuckled, causing Jason to crack a smile. His smile soon faded when he noticed tears in your eyes.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay.” He moved closer to you, bringing you into his arms, which you gratefully accepted. He cradled the back of your head and rubbed your back gently as you cried into his chest. “Do you want to talk?” He asked softly.

You sniffled, “No. Just hold me.”

And that’s exactly what he did. Jason just held you in his strong arms, whispering sweet words of comfort until you were ready to talk.

“Jason?”

“Yeah sweetheart?”

Your heart skipped a beat. You moved your head so you were laying against his chest. You placed a hand over his heart, which you noticed picked up it’s pace.

“Thank you for staying with me.”

He smiled, placing his hand over yours, “Of course, anything to make sure you feel safe Y/n/n.”

You lifted your head and looked up at Jason. His soft blue eyes looked at your lips briefly before making eye contact with you. You didn’t even have time to think before his lips met yours. You instantly kissed back, bringing your hand up to his cheek, him doing the same with yours. You pulled away for air before going right back to the position you were in. He lifted his hand away from your cheek and pulled away from you, a blush on his cheeks.

He cleared his throat, “Sorry, I just,”

You kissed him again, pulling away with a chuckle, “Don’t apologize Jason.”

He smiled softly at you, you doing the same.

“I like you Y/n. I really like you. Even when I was with Chris I had these feelings.” he paused and took a breath, “I love Chrissy, but we weren’t meant to be. Our friends and my parents just wanted us to be together, to be those typical high school sweethearts that get married in a church, live in the suburbs with a white picket fence, three kids and a golden retriever.”

You smiled at his description as he continued to speak.

“And I want that, I really want that life. But not with Chris. I never truly wanted it with her.” He looked at you, speaking wholeheartedly, “I want it with you. I’ve always dreamed of that type of life with you, Y/n.”

You smiled at him, reaching your hand up and cupping his cheek.

“I want that life with you too Jason.” You said softly, "Since the moment we became friends.

He grinned, his blue eyes shining as he was overwhelmed with happiness. You hadn’t seen Jason this happy since the championship game. Him showing this much happiness made you happy, however, your smile faltered though when guilt started to rise. It felt so wrong to do this to Chrissy…

“I feel so guilty for this though, don’t you?” You questioned, “I mean, Chrissy has only been gone for a couple days.”

He shrugged, “Maybe a little. But Chrissy and I had a serious talk before the game. She seemed shaken up, but she wouldn’t tell me what happened. I know now that she was having terrible visions just like you, Patrick, and that redheaded girl did. But anyway,” he continued, “We talked about our relationship and how it wasn’t realistic for us. She told me that she wanted me to be happy, that no matter what happens, she wants me to be happy. Even if it meant for me to be with someone different. Chrissy knew I liked you Y/n. Her last words to me were that she wants us both happy. She gave me this knowing look,” he looked at you, “You know the look she’d give anytime she’d try to say something without actually saying it?”

You nodded, smiling slightly. Chrissy did give you that look often.

“Well she gave me that look and told me to be happy with you because that’s all she’s ever wanted. The two of us to be happy, even if it meant us getting together.”

Typical Chrissy, always putting others feelings and happiness over hers. You took a moment to process everything Jason said before you laced your fingers with his. You looked up into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Then how about we fulfill her final wish?”

Jason smiled, “I’d like that.” He spoke gently.

“Good,” you replied with a smile and small nod, “I would too.”

You laid your head back down on Jason’s chest, taking a deep breath and letting it out, snuggling closer to him. You brought your hand back down to rest over his heart. He wrapped both of his muscular arms around you, holding you tightly against his flesh.

“Goodnight Jason,” you hummed, kissing his chest, “thank you for staying with me tonight.”

“No need to thank me,” he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, “Goodnight pretty girl.”

That night, both of you finally got a good nights sleep after all of the events that have happened lately.

But it was only because you and Jason both finally found your happiness—with each other.

A/N: I think Jason/Mason Dye is SO FINE, but I don’t support any of Jason’s actions. So anytime I write for Jason, it’ll be very out of character for him. I really think the writers could have given him a good redemption arc and I’m sad they didn’t:( any way, I plan on writing a few more for Jason because there isn’t a lot of content for him and I know there are people who enjoy reading about him like I do, so I figured I would add to the content! Every fic I have read about Jason has been amazing, so hopefully mine is decent :) I hope you all enjoyed this! Thank you for all of the love and support. It means SO much to me, you are all truly the sweetest.

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

Part 2: Here

Part 3: Here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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No Bone Zone

Dustin Henderson has a sister who thinks it's unfair his older friends are so attractive.

Words: 4.8K Author's Note: Stranger Things AU - Lets just pretend that Steve and Carol are still in school, only Steve is the Steve we all know and love, and Carol is still a harpy.

When your father met Claudia Henderson, you had only been two years old.

The story goes that your birth mother had thought she snagged herself the perfect man, but your father had a wandering eye, and she was a very jealous woman. So, when you were born, she left you in his capable hands and took off without a word. Enter Claudia Henderson who then fell for the struggling, single father schtick. She hadn't known what she was getting into when dating your father, but she quickly found out after she fell pregnant. This time it was your father who left, leaving Claudia to fend for herself.

It took a few years to realize you had a little brother, and when you did it took a lot of crying and tantrums to get your father to contact Claudia. He reluctantly told her you wanted to meet your brother, but since the two of you had school, it would have to wait until summer. So, one week out of the summer, Claudia Henderson would keep you in Hawkins so you could get to know your only sibling.

Over the years, you and Dustin kept in contact over the phone when he was old enough to know how to use a phone. You shared your interests with one another, telling each other all about your school experiences. You were more on the popular side of the spectrum, whereas your little brother was a total nerd and very unpopular. He admitted it hurt when other kids picked on him and you apologized for calling him a nerd, but he assured you he didn't mind it when you said it because you said it with affection.

The older you got, the more your father pulled away. Since you were old enough to take care of yourself, he treated you more like a houseguest and less like a daughter. And after one too many arguments with his late-night visitors, you called up Claudia to ask if you could finish your last year of school in Hawkins. She listened to what had been going on and immediately told you to pack your belongings. She and Dustin would make sure the room you normally used for one week out of the year would be ready for you to move into.

Dustin was more than happy to have you go to school with him but was wary of introducing you to his friends since you were on completely different sides of the popular spectrum. You promised he didn't have to do that, and he could go about his days as if you weren't there. You wouldn't hold it against him, but you would still keep an eye on him from afar because that's what big sisters did.

For the first week at Hawkins High, you pasted on a smile and took in your surroundings. You kept your word to Dustin and stayed far, but not too far away. Then when you were comfortable knowing who was who in school, you tried out for the cheer team. It was a no-brainer that the girls voted you onto the team after seeing how quickly you could pick up routines and perform the perfect tumbles, and in no time, you found yourself at the top of the totem pole where you belonged.

Over the weeks you noticed Dustin had two separate groups of friends- one who called themselves the Hellfire Club and another who consisted of a band geek, an ex-king, a creep photographer, an ex-princess and two freshmen females. The Hellfire Club made sense, but the second group was all over the place. You, however, didn't question it and were just glad Dustin had friends who looked out for him.

Unfortunately, your brother's friends consisted mostly of males. There were four females in his social circle, but none of them were as confrontational as you hoped they would be.

So, when you see Carol Perkins purposely bump into your brother and knock his tray from his hand one day, and then cruelly make remarks towards him that have his shoulders raising in embarrassment, you're up and out of your seat. Half the cafeteria had quieted when Dustin's tray clattered to the floor and then the other half quieted when you practically skipped towards the duo, your cheerleader skirt swishing from side to side.

"Hi." You beam at Carol, letting your smile lure her into a false sense of security as you come to a stop next to Dustin. From the corner of your eye, you see his shoulders droop in relief. "We haven't met yet. I'm YN LN," you tell the girl.

"Okay. And..?" Her nose wrinkles as if in distaste and your gaze goes steely.

"And I'm gonna need to apologize to Henderson here," you say. She barks out a laugh, head thrown back in amusement. A few others start to laugh along with her, but a majority smartly remain quiet as you continue to stare her down. Your smile falls and you take a step closer to her, lowering your voice and clasping your hands behind your back. It would do no one any good if you were to strike out at the female bully. "Listen, Carol, I couldn't care less about who you pick on, but you just pulled this stunt on my little brother. Now apologize, publicly, or I will make your life a living hell." The girl's smile slowly vanishes and you see her glance at Dustin a little fearfully. You slowly smirk then. "You see, I pick locks for fun. It'd probably take me a week, give or take a day or two, before I open up that closet of yours and air out all your dirty laundry. You wouldn't want that, would you, Carol?"

"You- you wouldn't."

"Oh, I would. And I'd do it with a smile on my face," you tell her a little too sweetly. When she still makes no move to apologize, you ask, "Who do you think the school's gonna rally behind? The cheerleader that everyone adores or the girl that everyone makes fun of because your middle school sweetheart is railing other girls behind your back?" She gasps and you chuckle darkly. "I might be the new girl but figuring out everyone's dirty little secrets was way too easy in your podunk little town."

Her eyes widen and she takes a few steps back. Glancing at Dustin, she says, "Sorry," before rushing away.

You smile as you watch her go, turning on your heel to follow her and then laugh when she smacks away her boyfriend's hands when he tries to check if she's okay. Then when you realize the cafeteria is still too quiet, you huff. "What?" You feign innocence. "The girl had tummy issues. It's not my fault she had to race to the bathroom."

As some of your peers laugh and the rest go back to what they were doing before Carol interrupted their lunch hour, you look back at Dustin. He's grinning at you, and you roll your eyes while reaching out to ruffle his curls. But before either of you can say anything, someone is clearing their throat.

"New friend, Henderson?" Eddie Munson is grinning behind Dustin, though his guarded gaze tells you he's trying to figure out whether your appearance is with good intentions or you were about to pick on his little sheep as well since he couldn't hear the whole conversation between you and Carol. "I didn't know Hawkins had a decent cheerleader."

"Decent?" You mock gasp, clasping your hands over your heart as if swooning. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Munson." You wink, Eddie gapes, and Dustin groans as he turns so he can see both of you.

"Please don't flirt with my friend."

You chuckle softly. "Then tell you friend to stop being so cute." Eddie's expression flickers from shocked to surprised to smug in about two seconds flat while the rest of the Hellfire table go dead silent in shock. "Now if you boys will excuse me, I got three tires to slash. Carol does not get to pick on my little brother and get away with it."

Eddie hops back a step, smirking and bending slightly at the waist as he sweeps his arm out for you to go.

"Brother?!"

"Since when does Henderson have a goddamn sister?!"

You smirk at the chaos you've just created and Dustin groans yet again. Laughing, you pinch his cheek, but before you can get too far away, Eddie asks, "Wait. Three tires? Why not all four?"

"Because insurance will cover four tires, but not three for some reason." You shrug. "I slash only three and Carol will have to pay out of pocket."

"You're diabolical," Eddie then realizes, smiling wide. "Marry me."

"No. Nope. Not happening." Dustin starts pushing you away and you wiggle your fingers in departure. As you're passing the other table with his second group of friends, you laugh at their surprised expressions. Dustin sighs, stops, and quickly introduces you. "Guys, this is YN. She's my sister." He then shoves you aside. "Now off you go. If you need an alibi, let me know."

"Will do, baby bro." Then raising your voice so those around you can hear, you say, "And if anyone gives you any trouble, come to me. I'll set them straight."

You leave the cafeteria with your fellow peers whispering about the new information you just dropped on them, happy with the chaos you no doubt just created. You expect some to not take a liking to the fact that you're related to someone in the Hellfire Club, but you're more than ready for the backlash.

You're a little surprised that it doesn't take long to be cornered by Jason Carver and his basketball goons, but you surprise them right back by not cowering to his intensity. He calls you a freak lover and a cult member and that you don't deserve to wear the school colors. You laugh in his face, press back into his personal space and tell him the same thing you'd told Carol. You match his intensity and promise all sorts of problems for anyone messing with your brother and his friends.

"You're psycho," he realizes as he watches you go from sweet to angry and back to sweet.

"And don't you forget it," you tell him. "Your final year at Hawkins High can be easy peasy, Carver, so long as you stop being a dick. If I see or even hear about you bullying the Hellfire club, we're gonna have problems." He scoffs and you chuckle. "Don't believe me? Just keep an eye on Carol Perkins. You'll learn."

You go about your day as if it were any other day, answering questions here and there to those curious about your relationship to Dustin. The cheerleaders don't really have a problem about who you associate with and you're majorly shocked when Jason's own girlfriend, Chrissy Cunningham, explains how relieved she is that someone finally stuck up for the Hellfire Club. She's heard numerous rumors about the club and a connection to satanic worship, so she's greatly relieved when you explain to her exactly what Dungeons and Dragons actually is.

Then at the end of the day, you skip to your car without a care in the world and mentally cackle when you see Carol being consoled by her bully of a boyfriend as a tow truck loads up her car with three flat tires. You catch Jason's eye then, winking as he gapes between the scene of the crime and your seemingly innocent self.

Over the next couple of weeks, you slowly let your authentic self bleed in with your cheerleader persona. Gone are the pastels, your girl next door vibe is edgier than anyone had anticipated, and you take great pleasure in the jocks not knowing what to think of you. Jason and his little band of bullies still openly sneer at you and the others they deem different, but they never make Carol's mistake of getting physical.

Then again, Jason's open hostility could be because Chrissy becomes your best friend and publicly smiles at or greets those in Hellfire Club that her boyfriend once tormented.

During Christmas break, Claudia's sister has an accident and needs help around her house. She doesn't like the idea of leaving Dustin during the holiday break, but you persuade her to go- much to Dustin's excitement- while you keep an eye on things in Hawkins. She's unsure of leaving the both of you, but you assure her everything will be okay. And then once she's gone, you and Dustin start making plans since you have the house to yourselves.

"I'm gonna see if Hellfire wants to continue our current campaign here since mom's gone."

"That's fine. I'll probably have Chrissy over for a sleepover. Poor girl needs to get out more."

"Cool."

So that's how you find yourself in your room later that evening, cleaning up and piling pillows and blankets on an air mattress on the floor so your friend has a comfortable place to sleep. Dustin and his friends have been downstairs for hours, the rambunctious bunch being louder than you anticipated, but it brought a smile to your face knowing your little brother found a place to belong.

After a while, you turn off your radio and realize it's a little too quiet.

Heading downstairs and peeking into the den, you're surprised to see Dustin collecting empty bowls and glasses, and Eddie stowing away items from the game they just played. "Hey, losers." Both look up, causing you to grin as you lean against the den archway. "Where'd everyone go?"

"Gone. Campaign ended early," your brother says. "Why? What's up?"

"Nothing. I'm about to go pick up Chrissy, some food, and a movie. I was going to see if anyone wanted to stick around, but I guess I'm too late." Dustin looks surprised that you'd include his friends and then your gaze darts to Eddie. Arching an eyebrow at him, you ask, "You in?"

"Depends. What's the movie?" He wonders.

"Goonies."

"And food?" Dustin then asks.

"Pizza."

"What about dessert?" Eddie muses.

You chuckle, making it obvious that you're looking him up and down as you bite the bottom corner of your lip. "Me hopefully."

Eddie's jaw drops open in surprise as Dustin groans. "You're disgusting!" Then out of nowhere, he produces a water bottle and spritzes it at you. "Stop hitting on my friends."

You flinch, looking at your brother in shock before both you and Eddie erupt with laughter. As Dustin continues to try and spritz you, you dodge the stream of water. "It's not my fault! You're supposed to have friends who look like gangly Wheeler and bashful Byers!" You hide behind Eddie, using him as a shield. "You're not supposed to have friends who look like Eddie or Steve or hell, even Robin. It's not fair to my hormones!"

"Your hormones need to be locked up tight!"

Laughing, you run out from behind Eddie and out of reach from Dustin and the spray bottle. "Okay. Fine. No hooking up with your friends."

"Damn," Eddie mumbles, which earns him a quick spritz of water as well. He yelps and you continue to giggle.

"Okay, okay. Serious time here," you say while calming down. "Are you boys good with pepperoni or do you have any special requests?"

"Get a meat lovers," Dustin says.

Eddie shrugs. "I'm good with whatever."

"Alright. You boys wash the dishes from your game night, and I'll be back with Chrissy and food."

Eddie watches you go with a smile, still not moving even after the front door closes at your departure. It isn't until Dustin spritzes him with water yet again does he startle from his mental musing. "What?"

"Don't even think about it. That's my sister, man."

He rolls his eyes, but smirks nonetheless. "Can you blame me? Your sister's hot, Henderson." Dustin raises the water bottle again and Eddie's hands fly up in surrender. "Chill out. Besides, it's all just fun and games. I'd be a lucky guy if your sister meant everything she said. But even if she did, I doubt she'd do that to you. Hell, I wouldn't even do that to you. You were my friend first. I get she's off limits. Whatever's going on between us is just for laughs."

"Yeah, yeah." Dustin stows the bottle away, sighing. "Help me clean up and make the living room cozy. The Goonies is her favorite movie so don't be surprised if she recites her favorite parts."

. . . .

One right after the other, you and Chrissy walk into Family Video still giggling. You had told her about Dustin spritzing you and Eddie like you were cats in heat, and she found it absolutely hilarious. Her laughter set off your laughter and you just couldn't stop.

"You girls are cutting it awfully close," Steve calls out. "We're closing in twenty minutes."

As you glance up, you see him wiping down the counter while Robin restocks the candy shelves. "Heya, Harrington. I already know what I'm looking for, so it'll only take a sec."

Chrissy is still giggling as you grab her by the wrist, tugging her towards where you know various copies of the Goonies reside. Grabbing one, you then tug her back towards the front counter.

When Steve sees what you're renting, he huffs a laugh. "Again?"

"Yep." You hand him the movie. "Chris has never seen it. I don't think Eddie has either."

"Munson?" Steve's brow furrows as he enters the movie information into your account. "Are you having a movie night or something?"

"Yeah. You and Robin should come if you're up to it," you tell him. You then glance at Robin when her head whips in your direction. "It's just gonna be me, Chris, Eddie and Dustin. After we leave here, we're gonna go pick up some pizzas."

"Dustin's mom is letting everyone hang so late at night?"

"Claudia's gone for the next few days," you tell her, grinning. When you hear the cash register make a noise, you quickly glance at Steve to see that Chrissy's paid for the movie. You roll your eyes but let her have this win. "So, are you guys in or not?"

"Uh yeah. I don't have any plans," Steve says. "Robin?"

"I'm in too. I like the Goonies."

"Excellent." You grin. "I'm picking up two pizzas- a meat lovers and pepperoni. Are you guys good with that or do you want something else?"

"I, uh, I actually like supreme," Steve says.

"Same," Robin sheepishly admits.

"That's fine. I can pick up a third," you tell them.

"And don't worry about drinks. Steve's got it," Robin says.

You laugh as Steve grumbles but assures you he's got the drinks as you and Chrissy take your leave.

. . . .

When you get back to your house, Chrissy keeps hold of the movie while grabbing her overnight bag. You grab all three pizza boxes from the back seat and then head inside with your friend following you.

"And we're back," you shout as soon as the door is closed behind you. You smile at Chrissy as she stands next to you, looking around and keeping quiet. You see Dustin round the corner and he reaches for the pizza that you pull back just out of his reach. "Nope. We have to wait for Steve and Robin. They should be here in a little bit."

Dustin smiles, happy to have Steve over, but then his eyes narrow at you. "I see what you're doing, inviting the people you think are attractive."

Chrissy giggles as you smile at him. "It's a wet dream come true. Right, Munson?" You then direct the question at him, winking when he rounds the corner.

"Oh my god!" Dustin groans, grossed out. Chrissy squeaks next to you and you glance at her to see the apples of her cheeks tinting red. "Look! You're even grossing out your friend," Dustin then says.

Laughing, you hold all three pizza boxes in one hand and use your free arm to sling around her shoulders. "Relax, Chris. Eddie knows I'm only messing with him. And besides, Dustin already strictly forbade me from hooking up with his older friends."

Dustin grabs the boxes from you, marching off towards the kitchen. As soon as he's out of earshot, Chrissy asks, "So what's going to happen when your brother no longer cares about you hooking up with them?"

"Yeah, YN, what then?" Eddie asks, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Your ass is mine, Munson. That's what's gonna happen."

Chrissy barks out a laugh, quickly clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle the following giggles. Eddie laughs as well and then gestures for Chrissy to follow him. "Come on, Cunningham, let's get the movie all set up."

As Chrissy follows Eddie, you walk into the kitchen to find your brother pulling down plates. His expression is schooled so you don't know how he's currently feeling and it makes your heart ache just a little to know that you possibly hurt him by insinuating you'd hook up with his friends when he didn't approve of it.

"Hey," you call out softly. Dustin glances at you, his answering smile forced. Sighing softly, you step further into the kitchen until you're side by side with him and gather napkins. "You know I'd never actually hook-up with any of your friends, right? I wouldn't do that to you."

"You wouldn't?" His skepticism does you in and you smile sadly at him before turning to pull him into a hug.

"No, kid, I wouldn't. You come first. Always. And if you say Eddie is off limits, then he's off limits. Promise."

"M'kay." He pulls back then, smirking. "Steve and Robin are too. Don't think I didn't hear you mention them earlier."

Laughing, you tug on one of his curls. "Fine. Steve and Robin too."

"Steve and Robin too what?" The voice startles both you and Dustin, and you turn to see the two in question standing in the kitchen archway.

You shrug. "That you, Robin, and Eddie are officially in the no bone zone." Steve and Robin's eyes widen, and Dustin giggles at them while you grin unabashedly at them. "I'm a teenage girl, Harrington. Of course I noticed how hot my little brother's friends are. He was just setting down some ground rules." The two continue to gape at you and you roll your eyes. "Calm down. I'm sure it's not the first time a girl admitted to finding you attractive."

"No, but it is a first for me," Robin mutters.

"Yeah," you sigh. "People suck. But if you wanna hear it again, you're hot, Buckley. Own it."

As Robin perks up, Steve chuckles at her. "Now that our attractiveness is settled, we were promised pizza and a movie."

"Yeah. Of course." Then raising your voice, you say, "Chrissy, Eddie, come and grab a plate!"

Everyone crams into the kitchen, grabbing a plate to load up pizza slices and then grabbing a can of Cola from the bag that Steve had brought. You all take your food and drink into the living room, everyone settling down in whatever space they can find. Dustin ends up on the floor with Robin, using the coffee table to their advantage. Steve takes the armchair and you end up between Eddie and Chrissy on the sofa.

Though you've seen the Goonies numerous times, it never fails to make you laugh. And then when Sloth's introduction comes up, you can't help blurting, "That's the character that reminds me of Dustin." Your friends all chuckle and you end up with a throw pillow to the face in retaliation from your little brother.

You end up silently reciting Chunk's confession to the Fratelli's, earning a chuckle from Eddie who'd been watching you. There are a few other scenes that you mumble along to, but for the most part you remain quiet so the others can enjoy the movie. And then by the time it's over, you're happy to hear that everyone enjoyed it- Eddie included since he was the most skeptical of liking it.

You offer for Robin to spend the night with you and Chrissy, but unfortunately, she has family obligations she has to deal with the following day.

By the time school is back in session, you've toned down the obvious flirty comments to Eddie and distanced yourself a bit from those Dustin had befriended first. He completely understands your reasoning and there's no hard feelings.

Instead, you spend most of your time with Chrissy who has decided to take a break from Jason. The school's top athlete didn't take too kindly to his girlfriend wanting some space from him, so he took out his frustrations on you.

Well, on those close to you since he knew it wouldn't be good for his image to be seen harassing a girl.

You and Chrissy, along with a few other friends, are eating lunch a few tables down from the Hellfire table when you hear a commotion. Glancing towards it, you're not surprised to find Jason and his closest friends standing at the end of the Hellfire table being the ones responsible.

Whatever's going on, you can't hear but can see the frustration on the faces of your friends. The jocks, however, are smug as can be and laughing among themselves.

Then all of a sudden, Jason speaks loud for all to hear. "I got fifty bucks," he reaches into his back pocket, pulling free his wallet, "that not one girl in this cafeteria would willingly kiss any of you freaks."

The bet laid out before the students of Hawkins High is meant to embarrass those in Hellfire, but the boys are not known for backing down. Immediately they look to Mike and Lucas- two boys who are known to have girlfriends- but when they glance at Jane and Max, Max scowls at Lucas and flips them off.

The jocks laugh and just as they're about to embarrass Hellfire even more, Dustin stands up. The cafeteria quietens and the jocks grin. "YN!" Your brother calls out to you.

"What?" You call back, smirking as everyone's gaze darts between the two of you.

"You remember that thing I forbid you from doing?"

"Maybe!" Next to you, Chrissy giggles. She knows very well what Dustin forbid you from doing because she was the unfortunate soul that you whined to frequently about it.

"Well, I'm lifting the rule for thirty seconds. Make them count!"

The jocks frown as your leering gaze slides to Eddie. He arches an eyebrow at you, and you laugh before standing up. Immediately, Eddie pushes back from the table, still seated in his chair, and the rest of those in Hellfire are just as confused as the jocks.

"What the hell is going on?" Jason asks as you near.

"I just became fifty bucks richer," you tell him, snatching the crisp bill from his fingers. Then continuing on towards Eddie, you plop yourself sideways on his lap while loosely wrapping your arms around his neck. "Told you your ass was gonna be mine."

You end up smothering Eddie's laughter when you kiss him, ignoring the sudden wolf whistles and loud ruckus the Hellfire club members are making by pounding their fists on the table. You groan when his hand squeezes your thigh and then whimper when he licks into your mouth.

You're not sure how much time has passed when you feel a hand on your shoulder, pushing you away from Eddie's mouth. "Okay, okay. Break it up. You officially grossed out Jason and myself."

You laugh at your brother's words, but you can't tear your gaze away from Eddie's kiss swollen lips. With one hand still cradling his jaw, you let your thumb swipe just beneath his bottom lip. "Knew you'd be a good kisser, Munson."

"Right back at 'ya, sweetheart."

"Gross." You glance at Dustin, watching as his nose wrinkles. "You can get off his lap now."

"Or.." you trail off, holding up the fifty dollar bill, "you can take this money and let me make out with your friend for the rest of the day."

Eddie snorts, but your brother actually takes a moment to think about it. Knowing he's going to cave, you hold the money out further to him. "Only making out?"

"Only making out," you assure him.

"Fine. Whatever." He snatches the money from you. "But not in the cafeteria. I'm still trying to eat."

"Right. Got it!" You stand up, holding out a hand for Eddie. "Let's go, Munson! I'm pretty sure the back of your van is private enough."

Laughing, Eddie takes your hand and shrugs at his gaping friends. "What? Who am I to deny a pretty girl?"

#stranger things gen fic x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction #dustin henderson #eddie munson #jason carver #steve harrington #chrissy cunningham #stranger things

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༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ you get paired with Eddie Munson for your ceramics final.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 cheerleader!reader 𖦹 eddie calls reader "princess" and "sweet thing" 𖦹 angst for one microsecond 𖦹 closest thing you will get to enemies to lovers from me 𖦹 jason carver. you have been warned 𖦹 im sorry if your name is allie 𖦹 im in love with this fic 𖦹 i actually love the way this came out 𖦹 i did not proofread this⎝(ˊ0ˋ)⎠

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 3.2k

You hear someone shout. Something about "sheep," and you immediately know who it is. Still, you turn your head to see the person staring at you.

"Oh," He scoffs, "And their leader stares directly at me! Hey, princess! Was there something you needed? Or were you just staring at the freak again?"

You don't answer, turning back to your lunch.

"Yep, that's what I thought!" He yells.

Then, Carver stands up, "Leave her alone!" He yells.

Eddie smirks, "Princess needs her knight in shining armor to save her?" He mockingly croons.

Ignoring Eddie, you look to Carver, "Jason, just—" You take a deep breath, "Just sit down. Leave him alone."

Jason scoffs, "He's picking on you, babe."

"First, don't call me babe. You hear me?" Jason nods, "Second, sit down."

For once in his life, Jason listens.

Eddie smiles in victory, knowing he got you riled up. Even happier knowing Carver got told off.

You walked into fourth period late and sighed upon seeing the only open seat. Silently, you sit next to him. You hear him groan, and you don't need to look to know he's rolling his eyes.

The teacher drones on about the subject, and Eddie watches as you diligently take notes. Your pen's ink is sparkly and blue; he internally scoffs. 

The teacher mentions the words: "Final project." Eddie sighs, and you light up. He despises how happy you look.

Ms. Ronette mentions that this will be a partner project, and this time, you groan. None of your friends are in this class.

Then, she says that you will be working with your seat partner. There's an eruption of both glee and gloom. Some people are indifferent. You're hoping that's how Eddie feels, but you know he's pissed. You and Eddie look at each other, and you offer a hopeful smile. He scowls in return.

As soon as the bell rings, Eddie is out the door. You chase after him.

"Eddie! Wait!" He stops, and you catch your breath, "You would think all that cheering would make it easier for me to breathe after running for five seconds," You laugh. Eddie does not, "Just... get on with it."

You frown, "When should we meet to work on the project? I'm free today after five." You offer.

"I have Hellfire," He keeps walking.

Taking long strides to keep up with him, you continued, "I can wait. How long does it usually run?"

"'Till six, if we're lucky."

"Oh, well, I can sit in." You suggest with a smile, "It doesn't sound all that bad."

He hates how genuine you sound.

"Fine. But," Eddie stops to turn at you, "Absolutely no mocking or making fun of it. Understand?"

You nod.

"Sorry that you have to spend time with the freak," One of the girls on the team says in the locker room.

You shrug, "Y'know, maybe you should give him a chance. He doesn't seem horrible."

"I hear he sacrifices to the Devil." She whispers.

"Oh, I think that's just rumors," You deny the accusation thrown at him. You never liked rumors.

Walking into Hellfire was scary. You weren't sure what to expect, and Allie definitely got into your head with the whole sacrificing thing. She even told you he might lure you into a trap and sacrifice you. You didn't believe it rationally. But, your heart beats as you knock.

"Enter." You hear Eddie say. He's sitting on a throne and looks so in his element.

Nobody greets you, and you weren't expecting them to. Still, it would have been nice.

You pull out your notebook and begin sketching your final project.

Eventually, you give up on the sketch to listen in on the game. It's pretty interesting. There are trolls and elves, and you hear the word merfolk at one point. That piques your interest, and you begin drawing a mermaid. She's demonic and cryptic and freaky, and you smile. She's beautiful.

Everyone's packing up, and you're glad. All you want to do is work on your project.

"We can go to my house?" You propose.

"I smell like weed."

"And?"

He tries to hide his smirk—it doesn't work.

Once you're at your house, you grab your basket of albums.

"Pick one," You smile.

"What do you even have in there? Pop music?"

You shrug, "I think I'll surprise you."

"What, you have one Bowie album in there? Think that'll impress me?"

Why was he being so difficult?

"I'm just trying to put on some music to make this more bearable."

He scoffs, "Fine. Give it to me." 

You hand him the basket, and he's surprisingly careful with it.

His eyebrows raise as he flicks through your collection, "Kill 'Em All?"

You smile. You surprised Eddie Munson.

With the music playing, you pull out your textbook.

"Who do you want to study?"

"I don't care." He shrugs.

"Look, Munson," You cross your arms, "I care about my grade in this class. I know you probably don't, but I do."

"Of course, everything is about you," He copies your movements, crossing his arms back, "I'll have you know, I immensely enjoy pottery."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

An awkward silence falls over the two of you.

"Let's go with Beatrice Wood." He murmurs.

"That's who I was thinking, actually," You whisper, pulling out your sketch.

"Guess we have something in common." He snorts like it's the funniest thing in the world.

"Guess we do."

And with that, you set out on your research.

"It's getting late," You yawn, "Did you want dinner?"

Eddie wants to say no but also doesn't want box mac n cheese again. Ultimately, his guilt wins, "Nah, don't worry about it."

"Nonsense," You dismiss him, "I'll make something."

"Are you sure?" He's growing anxious by the second.

"I'm positive," You reassure.

"You live in a trailer, right?" You ask, blowing on your food.

He nods, "What about it?"

You can tell his defenses are up.

"Just wondering," You shrug.

"You gonna tell all your friends? Make fun of the trailer park freak?"

You furrow your brows, "No. I don't enjoy making fun of people, and I certainly wouldn't make fun of you. If anything, I would make fun of Allie." You state.

"Why? I'm, like, prime 'picking-on' material."

You shake your head, "It's not nice to make fun of someone for where they live or what they do for fun. Allie is the worst if I'm being honest. She's always talking about how much she loves tennis. She's not even good at it."

Eddie laughs, "Didn't you just say it's not nice to make fun of someone's hobbies?"

You smile sheepishly, "Yeah, but Allie's a bitch."

Eddie gawps, "I've never heard you swear."

"I don't do it often," You shrug.

"You should do it more."

Eddie leaves, and you tell him to drive home safely. Maybe working on this project won't be as bad as you thought.

"How was working with Munson?" Allie asks you the next day.

You roll your eyes, "You were right!" Your smile was saccharine sweet, "He tried to sacrifice me!"

Allie gasps, "Really!?"

"No, idiot," You huff, "We actually got a lot done. And then we had dinner."

"Who'd you have dinner with?"

"Carver." You greeted.

"Tell me you didn't have dinner with the freak. What did you eat?" He laughs, "Box mac and cheese?"

You cross your arms, "It's not nice to make fun of people, Jason." With that, you walked away.

"Imagine being named Jason," You murmur, sitting beside Eddie. He laughs, and a sense of pride settles in you.

"Imagine your last name being Carver," He whispers. You giggle, and Eddie is sure it's the sweetest sound he's ever heard. Then, he remembers he's supposed to hate you.

"So..." You're elbows deep in clay at this point, "What exactly is 'Dungeons and Dragons?'"

Eddie is surprised, "Um," He swallows the lump in his throat, "It's an RPG."

"I—" You sigh as your pot collapses again, "I'm not sure what that is." You throw the clay again.

"Role-playing game. I'm the Dungeon Master or DM."

"So you're character is... Dungeon Master?"

He smiles, "Not quite."

"Why do I feel like you're making fun of me?"

"I'm not making fun of you, princess. Promise."

"Stop calling me that," You whisper, though you're smiling.

"Why? You're the princess of Hawkins High."

"No, I'm not."

"Mhm," He nods theatrically, "Sure."

It makes you laugh, and you don't care about the stares you receive from your peers.

"So... You wanna come to my place to work on the project?" Eddie asks at the end of the period.

"Can you drive me?" You ask, hopefully.

"Sure can, princess."

You try to disguise your smile as a scowl at the name. Eddie can see right through you.

"Lots of mugs..." You say, looking around Eddie's trailer.

"My Uncle Wayne's." He answers. "Anyway, this was to my room!" He declares like he's on a journey. You giggle, and Eddie melts again.

Eddie's giddy. He always is when he's thinking about you. Your perfume and that lip gloss that's been used so much that the label has begun to rub off.

"I'm running out," You pout as you stare at the tube of gloss, and Eddie thinks he would buy you all the lip glosses in the world if it meant you would smile at him.

"Hey, shiny lips," You roll your eyes with a smile, "Time to work on this project."

You groan and clutch your chest like you've been mortally wounded. Eddie laughs at your antics.

You settle on his bed, books out, when he asks, "Am I what they chalk me up to be? Have I freaked you out?"

You swear there's almost a sadness in his tone, "No. You haven't tried sacrificing me."

"Yet." He adds, knowing it will make you giggle again. God, he loves that sound. He decides it's the worst thing on the planet because how can you be so lovely and sweet and laugh like that and then expect him not to fall for you? It's cruel, truly.

"Did you draw this?" He nudges the drawing of the mermaid.

"Oh, yeah," You grow warm.

"It's pretty fucking sick," Eddie says as he pulls the drawing out.

"I drew it when you were playing Dungeons and Dragons. Someone said something about merfolk, so I drew one." You shrugged, "It's not that good—"

"Oh, shut up. It's good. Amazing, even."

"You don't have to lie," You murmur.

"I'm not lying! How do I prove that to you?"

You think momentarily, "Hang it on your wall, then I'll believe you."

Eddie smiles and grabs a pin. He hangs it next to his guitar.

You gawp at him.

"What?"

"You actually hung it!"

"Of course I did! It's amazing!"

"Thank you." 

"Don't mention it, princess."

"Stop calling me princess, Eddie," You cross your arms.

"Stop being a princess, and I'll stop calling you princess." He jests.

You find yourself not wanting to leave, "So..." You look around his room, "You sell?"

Eddie huffs a laugh, "Did the princess wanna buy something?"

Your eyes go wide, "No! No, I was just wondering."

"Have you ever smoked weed?"

You nod, "I like smoking. It makes me laugh a lot."

And then, Eddie decides he needs to get you high.

"You wanna smoke?"

"I don't have any money," You shake your head.

"C'mon, it's on me. I've got my own stash," He opens a drawer and pulls out a pre-rolled joint.

You couldn't stop laughing, and Eddie adored it. Your eyes got smaller while the slopes of your cheeks grew. He was sure he was in the presence of an angel.

"And then," You laughed, "She vomited! All over her white clothes!"

"You really do hate this Allie girl, don't you?"

You throw your head back and groan, "She's the worst, Munson. All she does is talk and talk and talk about how much she loves tennis and her boyfriend, and her voice is so nasally. It gives me a migraine."

"Who's her boyfriend?" Eddie asks, intrigued.

"Just... a guy."

"Oh!" He snaps, "It's Gonzalez, right? Michael?"

"Yeah. Can we talk about something else?"

Eddie was quiet, and you were worried you scared him off with your strong reaction.

"Let's talk about Beatrice Wood."

You smiled kindly, glad he didn't pry. You received a smile back from Eddie Munson for the first time, and it felt like you won the lottery.

Eddie decided he hated you. He hated you and your cute face and your stupid laugh. He despised you. You freaky-art-making bubbly cheerleader.

And there he was. Nothing more than an anomaly who reeked of weed and cigarettes. A nerd-game-playing, grumpy freak.

And the worst part? He was falling for you. Hard. Oh, he loathed you because he knew you would never feel the same way.

You were too good for him. Too pretty, too nice, too lovely.

"You weren't here yesterday," You grab some slip with a frown as Eddie sits across from you. 

"Yeah... I was at home."

"I saw you during passing period, Eddie. Where were you?"

Eddie sighed, "I was dealing."

"The whole period?" You threw your slab a little too hard. Eddie flinched.

"Yeah."

You solemnly nodded. There had to be some reason Eddie ditched. Maybe it was you. His whole M.O. was "hating cheerleaders," so would it be that ridiculous to assume he didn't like you? It would, you decided. He liked you. He spent so much time with you. Sure, it was to work on the project, but there was no doubt in your mind that you spent more time together than anyone should during a research project. 

"Whatcha thinking about, princess?" He smirks.

You sigh, "Things I shouldn't be thinking about."

"Like... me?" He hopes he doesn't come off as desperate.

"Maybe," You smile, "Maybe not."

"That wasn't a no."

"It certainly wasn't," You confirm.

Eddie beams.

"You've been spending a lot of time with the freak," Jason says during lunch.

"His name is Eddie, Carver. He's a person." You cross your arms, then mutter: "Unlike you."

"What did you just say?" He asks.

"Nothing, Jason," You glare at him.

"Look," He barks out a humorless laugh, "I don't get why you jump to defend him. He's a freak. He's probably got a sock at home with your name on it. He's not good for you."

And that's when you snap, "Oh, like you know what's good for me! Do you even know my favorite color? Because I'm sure he does!"

Carver has nothing to say to that, and he leaves you alone.

"I am so sick of Carver," You moan in the locker room.

"So am I, if I'm being honest," Allie concurs.

"I literally was not talking to you, Allie." You huff out.

"Jeez," She murmurs, "No need to be so rude."

"Actually, Allie," You turn to her, "There is."

You walk into the drama room, and Eddie greets you. He makes everyone else welcome you. It's a nice feeling that makes you warm inside.

"Sorry it ran late, princess," Eddie apologizes as you sit in his van.

"It's okay," You reassure, "I drew some more."

Eddie nearly slams on the breaks, "You did?"

"I did," You gleam like the star you are.

"Can't wait to see them."

"Sweet thing, these are amazing." Eddie isn't smiling, and it would worry you if not for his tone. He's so sincere, and you melt. "What if you draw something for me?" He proposes.

"I will," You promise, "After we work."

"Take as much time as you need, princess."

You don't understand why everyone seems to despise him. Eddie's a good kid with a kind heart, and you really enjoy him and his company. He's funny and stupid and cute. Yes, Eddie Munson is cute, attractive, pretty, whatever word you want. And you're surprised you didn't notice it sooner, but as he sits on his bed, tongue poking out ever so slightly as he reads, you can't deny how attracted you are to him.

"Allie keeps talking about Michael," You mention. It was out of nowhere. You were both silently writing. Eddie looks up at you, and you look... wounded. 

"Yeah? What about him?"

You huff, "About how he's so great."

Eddie frowns, "Look, sweet thing, I know you don't like Allie, but why are you so upset she's with Michael?"

You look like you're about to burst into tears, and Eddie is scared he's said the wrong thing.

"Because I should be with him." You put and cross your arms.

"You like Michael?" Eddie is surprised because Gonzalez is a douchebag, and you're a sweet angel.

"Not anymore," You harshly wipe at your eyes, "We used to date."

Eddie's heart frowns, "And Allie...?"

"Took him from me!" You sniffle; Eddie's heart breaks.

"I sound childish," You determine, trying to blink back the onslaught of tears approaching, "But she just took him, and she doesn't even care about how I felt. Y'know she told me you were going to lure me and sacrifice me? How cruel is that?"

"That's... wow. Allie really is a bitch, isn't she?"

You solemnly nod as Eddie wraps his arm around you. You soften into it.

"For what it's worth, Michael's an idiot." He mutters into your hair.

"An idiot?" you look up at him, eyes all big and watery.

"An idiot to lose a girl like you."

"Can I kiss you?" You realize after you've said it that you sound lame, but as Eddie ducks down to place his lips on yours, you couldn't care less.

You dial your home's number into the phone, twisting the cord around your finger, kiss-bitten lips, and a wide grin.

The phone rings once, twice, three times, then your mother answers.

"Y/l residence."

"Mom," You all but gush, "I'm gonna stay over at a friend's tonight."

"Y/n? Who?" 

"My friend Eddie," You're quiet, testing the waters.

"Eddie?" You can hear the apprehension in her voice, "A boy?"

"Yes, mom. A boy."

"Honey," She sighs, "You need to wash your uniform. I trust you, but..."

"But?"

"I don't want you staying over at his house. I don't even know him."

You shake your head at an excited Eddie, whose mood sours.

"Okay. I'll see you in a little." You sigh, hanging up.

"No dice?" Eddie asks, already knowing the answer.

"No dice." You confirm, and you both frown.

"Bye, princess," Eddie says as you open the door to the van

"Bye, Eddie," You smile, happy with the outcome of your study sesh.

You scream into your pillow that night, murmuring: "I kissed him." Over and over, still shocked.

"I forgot to give this to you yesterday," You push a piece of folded paper toward Eddie.

"What is it?"

"Just... open the paper."

You've drawn a cute bunny. Eddie smiles, "For me?"

"For you."

"This is so metal, babe."

You laugh, "Are you sure about that? It's a bunny."

"Most metal thing ever." He affirms.

The next day after class, Eddie shows you a tattoo of a small bunny on his arm, right next to the bats.

"You—" You point at his arm, "You got it tattooed?"

"'Course I did, sweet thing. Most metal thing ever, remember?"

You stumble into the cafeteria with Eddie.

"Oh my god!" You laugh, and all eyes are on you. You, the princess of Hawkins High, are laughing—not at, but with Eddie Munson. 

Eddie Munson, the school freak.

"I cannot believe you got it tattooed."

"Believe it, babe."

And, for the first time, you walk right past the "popular kids" table. You sit next to Eddie, unbothered.

thank you for reading, lovely ₊˚.༄

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Knight In Leather Jacket|Billy Hargrove

Pairings: billy Hargrove x fem!reader, brother!Steve Harrington x sister!reader

Summary: billy hargrove is your knight in leather jacket

Warnings: smut!!, p in v, unprotected sex, car sex, riding, fingering, degrading, use of pet names, swearing, smoking, plot not just smut, jason carver, oral sex (both)

A/N: hands and knees for dacre.

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Let’s be honest. You were always into Billy Hargrove. The first time you noticed him was when you were babysitting for Max Mayfield.

Your friends always ran around with his friends and your friends were always fanning themselves when he walked past in the hallway. He was an asshole, but his ass was nice when he walked away. You didn’t embarrass yourself like your friends did.

It was a fact he was hot. You thought Eddie Munson was too. It didn’t mean anything, it’s just you thought he was.

The first time you actually talked to him was in the kitchen of their house, you swallowed, “So, sorry, excuse me.” You went to move past him.

“Y/N Harrington?” He chuckled, turning on his heel following you.

You hummed gently, “Hi.”

“Looking for me?” He grinned tilting his head, a cigarette between his lips.

“You wish, Hargrove.” You rolled your eyes, “I’m not one of your fangirls.”

He rose his eyebrows in interest, your moment was interrupted by a redhead walking in, “Ready, Y/N/N?” She looked at you with wide eyes before she turned to her step-brother, “oh, hey, Billy.”

“Hey, Max.” You walked towards the front door. Max said bye to Billy. Once Max exited, he winked at you. You have a gentle smile before closing the door behind you.

Billy was planning on ruining you.

You planned on taking Max to the arcade, you liked her younger group of friends anyway. Sad, you were hanging out with middle schoolers. Not like you cared, they were more real then your friend group between the walls of Hawkins High. A wretched place.

Max smirked at you, which you saw out of the corner of your eye, “Billy has never been that nice to anyone.”

“Really? I’m not surprised.” Your eyebrows rose, never taking your eyes off the road.

“It was like something kicked into him or something, just by the way he looked at you?”

“Like what? A piece of meat to a hungry dog? It’s how teenage boys like Billy Hargrove look at girls. They can’t control their dick in their pants.”

You glanced at her before looking back to the road.

“It was different then the usual ‘one night stand’ look. It was more of something I want a guy to look at me that one day.”

“Look, I’ve been in high school the last three years and I’ve never had a boyfriend. It’s ok, no matter the wait.”

You parked the car and hopped out, walking towards the front door. “No way! There’s no way you haven’t had a boyfriend? I mean.. I mean look at you.”

“Thank you, Max. I’ve been on dates, none of them were my type. Too preppy, too much like me. I need some kind of danger to my set-out life.”

Max nodded and you two didn’t speak of the subject much more when she saw her friends at the arcade. Dustin Henderson showed you how to destroy at Pac-Man.

The next time was when you went out with your brother’s friends. It was a loud party, that’s for sure. You always attended these things because your brother loved them.

Steve was off with his girlfriend, Nancy Wheeler. You felt bad, noticing Nancy was acting odder and odder. You conversed with Robin Buckley, a peer who you partnered with projects a lot.

After she went off to her friends, you stayed in the corner playing with an alcoholic drink. You caught Jason Carver’s eye standing there, just apparently looking so desperate for a man.

“Hi there, Doll.” He smirked, leaning against the wall adjacent to you.

“Hi, Jason.” You nodded, curtly. Your mother taught you well about manners, a pretty girl with a pretty attitude. Your brother taught you to fight fierce, with claws.

“You looked lonely.”

“Did I? That’s unpleasant.” You frowned. He was thicker than your brothers hair, you realized, when he didn’t get your sarcastic comment.

“Maybe, we could head back up to my room? Ditch the party…” he was in front of you now. His fingers trailing down your jawline down to the spaghetti strap of your top. “..ditch the clothes.” He pulled the strap letting it pop against your skin. You tried leaning away from his touch, but it didn’t work.

You prayed Steve would notice this. If he was even around. You didn’t know Nancy was telling him their relationship was bullshit.

You were a big girl, you could get out of this situation politely. You put your hands on his chest, pushing his back. “Sorry, Jason. I don’t want my brother skin you.”

Yes you do. Anyway.

“Come on, Darling. You know I’ve been crushing on you for awhile.”

“How sweet, tell me when you’re sober, Jason.” You tried walking away, he latched his hand around your wrist.

“Just one night?”

“Look, Jason, I said-“

“She said no, now get your hands off you before I rip them off you.” Billy Hargrove, knight in leather jacket to your rescue.

Jason, who practically kneeled before Billy let go of you. “Sorry, Y/N.”

You frowned. Jason would only apologize because you had a man behind you. Jason stalked off and you turned to Billy.

You let out a breath of air, “Thank you.”

“Course, Y/N. You were minding your own business and he had the nerve. I’m just glad, Harrington didn’t see this scene. As much as I would love for your brother to lose another fight, you are worth winning.”

You giggled and he grinned. Your laugh was so pretty.

“Do you want to leave this place? Not quite my scene? We can grab a bottle of tequila here and then find a secluded spot?”

“Are you trying to get in my pants, Hargrove?” You rose a brow, and he gave a cheeky grin.

“If you want me to be.” You rolled your eyes shoving him in the chest.

“Come on, Lover Boy.” You were walking towards his car.

As Billy drove, you leaned back in the seat, enjoying the wind from the open window. Billy had a cigarette hanging from his lips, speeding through the back roads. You leaned forward, grabbing his cigarette, putting it between your lips taking a long drag.

His jaw clenched and his pants tightened. You were so hot.

He chuckled pulling over to a grassy hill, putting the car in park. “I didn’t know the Harrington sister would smoke?”

“I do a lot of things that’d disgrace the Harrington name.”

He smirked to himself taking the cigarette back.

That night you really got to know Billy. You two were talking until sunrise and you turned out to really like who he was. He dropped you off at your house and you pecked his cheek before walking inside to the Harrington residence.

You might be the death of him.

Billy Hargrove found you in crowds easier. He’d wink and you’d roll your eyes when your friends fought over who he winked at.

Max wanted to have a movie night when you were babysitting her and her friends came over. They didn’t even think of you as a babysitter but more of a friend.

Billy walked in asking if he could join. Max said sure and shot you a look when he sat next to you on the couch.

Billy whispered dirty jokes, you swatted him in the chest. “There’s kids!” Even through your scolding you couldn’t find the blush in your cheeks.

He shrugged with a knowing grin.

Billy even asked Tommy and Carol about you. They were surprised in his interest about you. That’s when those two started showing up at your locker, sweet-talking you.

Your friends had wanted to go to the theaters and you agreed. Billy was there, when you got bored. You and him left the showing room hiding in the bathroom, giggling like school girls.

“Oh billy! You’re so strong, carrying that popcorn.” You mimicked one your friends which had said that.

Billy chuckled, “Jealous?”

You paused.

His smirk grew wider. He asked if you wanted to go on one of your drives where you guys would share a cigarette. Tonight, in that grassy lot, Billy and you were in the backseat making out. He hands were exploring your body. Your tongues fighting in the kiss.

You pulled back, you two sharing idiotic smiles. Billy had his mouth open, his tongue out. You flicked your gaze from his to the tongue back to his. You took your chance and licked up his tongue.

That’s about how far you went that night. Though there were more nights that led to more.

After a party, Billy was trying to keep his eyes on the road, but he couldn’t for the whole time. Not with you leaning your head out the window, your hair catching the wind.

Giggling you pulled back in, his cigarette in your lips. You took a drag settling back in.

“How far is our spot?”

“Ten minutes, why?” You smirked leaning back of the console to Billy to let him take a drag. While you were close enough, you whispered.

“I’m not wearing panties under this dress, y’know? Maybe I can get started.” His hands tightened thinking about how your dress hardly fell over the curve of your ass and you had no panties.

Trying to recover, he smirked, “Naughty girl, Harrington.”

“Very.” You agreed leaning back against the headrest. Your hand traveling down to your cunt, swiping up your arousal. You showed him your sticky fingers. “Look, Billy,” you cooed. “Already. Just for you.”

“Fuck, Y/N.”

You smiled, placing your fingers in your mouth, moaning at the taste. “If only if you could taste it right now.”

You took your fingers toying with your clit, you put two fingers into you, thrusting them in and out. Your moans causing Billy to press the gas pedal harder. “Oh, Billy!” You cried, imagining it was his dick thrusting into you.

Your fingers sped up, Billy groaned at you moaning for him. “Do not cum yet, Y/N.”

You pulled your fingers out, sticking them in his mouth to let him suck on your taste. “Sir, yes sir.”

Billy pulled into your spot unbuckling you both pulling you out of the vehicle. Setting you on his hood , hiking your dress up.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, baby.” He murmured kissing down your sternum. “But such a slut for fingering yourself in front of me. Did you wish it was my dick in that cunt? Do you want my fingers in you?” You whined.

“Words.”

“Yes, dammit, Billy. Fuck me or I’ll fuck myself.” He chuckled, squatting down, eye level with your cunt. He pulled your legs forward closer. You laid out on the hood of his blue car. He swirled his tongue in your cunt lapping like a hungry man.

You screamed in the hills, crying his name out. “Billy, billy, fuck, billy.” You cried, grabbing his hair trying to get as much friction as possible.

“I’m almost there, shit.” He added two fingers.

“Come on baby, cum in my mouth.” His words sent you over the edge into your high, his tongue fucking you. You were exhausted coming off of it, but you wanted more.

You unzipped him, palming him in his boxers, he groaned. “Fuck, sweetheart.” You pulled down the boxers. You hopped off the car, getting on your knees.

You licked the pre-cum, “Oh, baby.”

You took him in his mouth, moving up and down bobbing. He groaned feral-like, tossing his head back.

His fingers grabbed your hair making you take him whole, you gagged but then you were able to bob on him again.

“Almost there. I want you to swallow it.” You licked up the shaft before taking him in your mouth again. You hollowed your cheeks moving faster. He came with a loud moan, you swallowed his cum.

The next time you were at the grassy hill. You didn’t leave the car, back in the backseat. Billy was sitting up and you were riding him.

You bounced up and down, panting and sweating. You thrusting him into you, continually hitting your sweet spot. “So good, taking all of me. Aren’t you?”

You were cockdrunk, dumbly nodding trying you best to please him.”

You rolled your hips before back to bouncing. Billy took a drag in your face and you whimpered.

“Want a drag? Here, baby.” He held the cigarette to your lips and you took a drag. You leaned down making marks on him.

“Everyone better fucking know that you belong to me. Even my fucking friends.” He grinned beginning to make marks on your neck.

“I am yours and you are mine.”

“Always.”

You came and he released shortly after. You fell asleep in his arms that night.

You and Billy weren’t official but you didn’t know what you were. Max smirked at the love bites on your neck. “Billy has matching ones?”

You blushed avoiding the questions.

Billy rang your doorbell with flowers, but you didn’t answer. Steve did.

“Steve Harrington, hey.”

Steve was confused, “You need something?”

“I’m here to ask your sister to be my girlfriend. These are for your mom, but do I have your blessing? I’m still going to ask her if you give it or not.”

“I figured, but I don’t care. Y/n!”

“What the fuck do you want Steve?”

“Your man is here.” They both heard running down the stairs,

“Hi.” You whispered breathlessly.” Billy handed the brother the flowers and Steve sighed getting a vase with water putting the bouquet in the vase.

Billy kissed you, “I figured I needed to do this right? Want to be mine, officially?” You giggled kissing him.

“Yes, my knight in a leather jacket.”

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[ambrossart]

DANCING WITH MYSELF

— PART ONE

summary: eddie crashes senior prom hoping to steal a dance with his dream girl, chrissy cunningham. instead, he spends the night stuck in the women’s restroom with you—her snarky, insecure best friend. ❖ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader ❖ word count: 2,489 ❖ genre: fluff with some angst ❖ series status: complete ❖ warnings: no season 4 spoilers, some coarse language, body image issues, allusions to eating disorders, typical teenage insecurities, angst, jealousy, anxiety, secret crushes, childhood memories, happy ending, lots of 80s music one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten

You were more than a little caught off guard when Chance Gallagher asked you to the senior prom.

Chance was popular, Chance was on the basketball team, and you were just Chrissy Cunningham's snarky best friend. The "bitchy" one—yeah, that was your identifier (so that you wouldn't be confused with her other, much perkier friends). You were confident that ninety percent of the student body had no idea what your actual name was. To them, you were simply Chrissy Cunningham's Bitchy Best Friend. Depressing as that was, it was an enormous step up from constantly being referred to as her "chubby" best friend. All that dieting must have finally paid off.

Needless to say, you were a little skeptical when Chance Gallagher, dressed in his green letterman jacket, showed up at your locker six weeks before the big night.

He swung by and said, "Hey, you..."

In hindsight, that should have been your first clue that this was going to end in disaster. Hey, you? Come on, the boy clearly didn't know your name. But at the time, you weren't thinking about that. No, you were too busy admiring his long dark hair, those deep-set brown eyes, and that shy, crooked smile that slowly crept up the side of his face...

"Hi," you said back, and you thought your voice sounded oddly high-pitched for some reason, like Minnie Mouse. You had to clear your throat and try again. "Hey, uhh, what's up?"

"Nothin' much." Chance paused and ran his hand through his hair. Shamelessly, you watched him do it, and you caught yourself wondering if his hair was as soft as it looked. It probably was.

"I was just thinking," he went on, "you know, about prom coming up..."

You retreated into sarcasm. "Oh, is prom coming up?"

"Uh... yes?" Chance cocked his head, looking so confused.

You winced. "Sorry, just ignore me. So, what about prom?"

"Well, I was wondering if anyone asked you yet."

You squinted at him for a second, thinking, Seriously? "Uhh, no, no one's asked me yet."

"Good," said Chance, nodding and smiling, and you stood there, thinking, Wow, those are some white teeth.

Then, while you were distracted by those white teeth, he snuck in a quick: "So you wanna go, then?"

You blinked slowly. Once. Twice. "I'm sorry... what?"

"I'm asking if—"

"You're asking me to prom?"

"Well, I'm trying to, but you're making it kinda difficult."

"Well, I'm a difficult person," you said under your breath. Then: "Wait a minute, is this like a Taming of the Shrew scenario? Is there a Bianca somewhere in this?"

Chance's brow furrowed. "Taming of the what?"

"The shrew."

"What's a shrew?"

"Well, it's actually a small, mouse-like animal, but it's also the word for an ill-tempered woman, which is the definition I'm referring to—not the mouse, obviously; although I could see the mouse making sense too, you know, within a different context... Anyway, The Taming of the Shrew is a Shakespearean comedy. We read it in English last week. We took turns playing the parts... well, not me, I mostly just read the stage directions. See, I've got a thing about public speaking and, you know, speaking in general..."

"Really? 'Cause you seem pretty good at it." Chance was smiling at you.

And now you were smiling back... and laughing, too. It was a colorful laugh that burst out of your chest like confetti out of a New Year's Eve popper.

"That was a good joke," you said. "I liked that."

Silence. Heavy and awkward.

Chance broke it. "So... is that a yes to prom? Or do I need to leave, come back, and start this process all over again?"

You laughed again, but this one made your chest hurt a little.

Your gut reaction was to say, Yes, absolutely! but you never listened to your gut. You listened to the small voice in your head, the one currently showing you all the possible worst-case scenarios on a teeny tiny projector: frame after frame after frame. This is a bad idea. This is a terrible idea. You should just say no right now and save yourself the embarrassment.

But then you heard Chrissy's voice in your head, that sweet Disney princess voice. You know you're the only one getting in your way, right? Stop sabotaging yourself. You would be so much happier if you would stop shutting everyone out. Just open up a little, let people in, and I promise they'll think you're amazing, just like I do... and then I'm gonna have to tell them all to back off because you're my best friend. I found you first. 

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay, look, at the risk of making this all blow up in my face, can just I ask why? Why do you wanna go to prom with me, Chance? I mean, sure, we sit at the same lunch table, and yeah, you're friends with Jason and I'm friends with Chrissy, but we've never spoken a word to each other... so why?"

Chance shrugged. "Because I want to? Because I think we'd have a good time? Do I need another reason?"

You bit down on your lip. That wasn't the answer you were hoping for, but then again, maybe that was just your anxiety talking. You shook all those ugly thoughts away and said, "Okay."

Chance took a step back, seeming delightfully surprised. "Okay?"

"Okay... yes, I'll go to prom with you." And you felt a little like Sissy Spacek in the movie Carrie.

Was this your Tommy Ross?

Oh, hopefully he doesn't die...

Chance pumped his fist. "Well, all right!" And for a second, you thought he was going to give you a high five or a slap on the back. Instead, he backed away slowly, heading toward his own locker. "This will be great. Yeah, I'm really looking forward to this."

"Me too," you said.

And that was the problem. You started looking forward to it. You started getting excited about it. Daydreaming about it. Flipping through magazines and dog-earing your favorite pages, because suddenly you had favorite pages. And that's why you were absolutely gutted when Chance called you up six hours before prom and said he couldn't make it.

With just five words, all your prom plans went up in flames.

"Food poisoning? Are you kidding me right now?" You were sitting on your bed with the phone pressed against your ear. It almost slipped out of your grasp when you first heard the news. "Can't you, like, take some Pepto-Bismol or something?"

"Seriously?"

"No, not seriously, Chance. I'm not a monster." You let out an angry huff and switched the phone to your opposite ear. "What am I supposed to do now? I bought tickets and a dress and some really, really painful heels." You had even practiced walking in those painful heels so that you wouldn't look stupid—or worse, trip and fall on your face in front of everyone. "There's gonna be pictures and dinner and a frickin' limo... Oh my god, I'm gonna be the only one there without a date!"

"I know... I'm so sorry."

"Well, great, can I bring your 'sorry' with me to prom? Can I pose next to it during pictures?" You swallowed hard, feeling the sharp sting of oncoming tears. You lowered the phone to your shoulder (while Chance continued to utter apology after apology) and squeezed your eyes shut before a single one could escape. 

After a minute, you heard Chance say, "You still there?"

You brought the phone back to your ear. "Yeah," you said, and wiped your runny nose on your wrist. "Look, don't worry about me, okay? I'll, uhh, I'll figure something out."

"Yeah, okay... And, hey, I'm really, really sorry." 

"Yeah, I know," you said, numbing yourself to it. "Anyway, I'm gonna go. Uhh, feel better, okay?"

You slammed the phone down before he could say goodbye. Then you saw the stack of magazines on your nightstand. And the pink shoebox on the floor. You buried your face in your hands and had yourself a good five-minute cry before picking the phone back up and frantically dialing Chrissy's number.

She answered in a chirpy voice: "Hello, hello... Cunningham residence."

"He's not coming!" you blurted out in a stuffy, near-to-tears voice.

"What? What do you mean, he's not coming?"

"Food poisoning! He got food poisoning!"

"He got food poisoning? Oh, no..."

"Yeah. That's just my luck, right? I just spent three hundred dollars for nothing."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, obviously I can't go now..."

"What? But you have to go!"

"Chris, I can't—"

"No, Y/N, you have to go! This is the senior prom. This is supposed to be our special night."

You rolled your eyes. "Pretty sure Jason thinks it's his special night."

"Well, he's wrong," Chrissy said, and stifled a laugh. "Come on, you didn't go to junior prom, and that was fine, but this is the senior prom, our last prom, and I wanna spend it with my best friend. I want us to go get our hair and makeup done, and put on these outrageous, obnoxious dresses, and go make asses of ourselves on that dance floor. That way, when I'm old and wrinkly, I can look back on this moment and think, Wow... I so peaked in high school."

You both laughed. Despite the tears, you laughed.

"Yeah," you said, "I want that, too... but I don't have a date, Chris."

"So what? You can come with me and Jason."

"Oh, the third wheel. Yeah, I bet your boyfriend would love that."

"He won't mind. And if he does, screw him. We'll leave his ass at home and go to prom together. Deal?"

You smiled and dabbed your eyes dry with your sleeve. "Deal."

Overjoyed, Chrissy squealed so loud you had to pull the phone away from your ear. "Now, hurry up and get your butt over here, pretty lady! Our appointment's in an hour."

"Fine, fine..."

You said your goodbyes and hung up. That's when the dread finally set in, twisting your stomach into one giant pretzel. "Food poisoning, huh? Boy, is he lucky." You rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling for what felt like forever.

"I'm calling it now: this is gonna be the worst night of my life."

Three streets down, Gareth Lozinski’s garage was exploding with the thrashing chords of heavy metal. 

Corroded Coffin was currently six songs deep into their ten-song set list (a tribute to all their favorite metal bands), which would eventually get whittled down to just five songs. Any more than that and the manager of The Hideout would pull the plug on them. That happened last Tuesday, after Eddie Munson tried to sneak in a second Iron Maiden song when he thought the manager had stepped outside for a smoke break. They were only six bars in when their mics and amps suddenly died. Eddie, lost in the music, played another eight bars before he realized what had happened. 

“Boo,” he said into the dead mic; then he strummed an angry riff and walked off the stage. 

The band took a short break after Black Sabbath’s “Paranoid” so that Gareth could help his mother carry in the groceries. Mrs. Lozinski made a comment about their playing, said they were “really coming along” because she didn’t know what else to say. Gareth’s little sister was more succinct with her feedback. She skipped past the open garage with a paper bag full of fruit and said, “No, you guys still suck.” 

Five minutes later, Gareth returned with half a turkey sandwich, sat down behind his drum set, and played the majority of Motörhead’s “Ace of Spades” with the sandwich hanging out of his mouth. He wolfed the rest down during Eddie’s excessively long guitar solo.  

Just when you thought he was done, the guy kept on going…

These rehearsals usually carried on well into the evening. Gareth’s family sat down to dinner at around six-thirty, and they didn’t appreciate the unique ambiance of Eddie Munson’s screaming guitar, so that’s when the band typically called it quits. 

Today, however, was no typical day. Today was the senior prom. 

Jeff was the first one to unstrap his guitar. “All right, guys, I’m outta here.” 

Gareth, a junior who had yet to experience prom, said, “Dude, it’s only three. Prom doesn’t start for another four hours.” 

“Yeah, but Tara’s parents wanna take pictures, and my parents wanna take pictures, and then we gotta go to dinner… It’s a whole event.” 

Grant heard that and unstrapped as well. “Yeah, shit, I better get going, too.” 

Meanwhile, Eddie Munson was staring off into space and silently strumming his guitar, trying to work out some of Motörhead’s trickier chord progressions in his head. He stopped momentarily when he felt Jeff’s hand on his shoulder. 

Jeff said, “Hey, good luck tonight, man.” 

The corner of Eddie’s mouth raised into a lazy smile. “Thanks, man. See ya.” Then he bent his head and went back to strumming, his left hand fingering the beginning chords of Dio’s “The Last in Line.” 

Gareth put down his drumsticks and stood up. “You’re really going through with this, huh?” 

“Mhm,” said Eddie, only half listening. 

Gareth shook his head, utterly dumbfounded by his friend’s reckless determination. “You’re crazy, man. What makes you think Chrissy Cunningham’s gonna wanna dance with you?” 

Eddie’s fingers slowed and eventually stopped, those final chords lingering for a moment… then drifting away.

“Because this is my year, man.” Eddie was confident, but not arrogantly so. He simply believed his words to be true. “I’m telling you, all the stars are aligning for me. As long as I don’t blow Ms. O’Donall’s English final, and I don’t plan on blowing her English final, I’m gonna be out those doors and onto better things. Now all that’s left to do is steal a dance with my dream girl.” 

“Yeah… that sounds great and all, man, but this is Chrissy Cunningham we’re talking about. There’s no way she’s gonna dance with someone like you, especially not at prom.” 

“Really? I think she will, and especially because it’s prom.” 

Because Chrissy Cunningham wasn’t like the other popular girls. She wasn’t vain or pretentious. She didn’t strut around school like a princess amongst peasants. No, Chrissy Cunningham was something special, a very rare diamond in a pit of precious stones.

And tonight, for at least one song, she was going to be his. 

Eddie unstrapped his guitar and carried it over to its case. “Gareth my good man… Gareth the Good, Gareth the Great… I think tonight might be the best night of my life.” He smiled on his way out. “Wish me luck, buddy.”

“Good luck,” Gareth said, and watched him go. “Boy, he’s gonna need it.”

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[littlemissfiore]

clueless. | Eddie Munson

pairing: eddie munson x class president!reader

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

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

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

It's a Monday at Hawkins High school.

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

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

God, he was irresistible.

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

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

It was now or never.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shut up, Henderson!" yelled Eddie.

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

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It's Tuesday afternoon.

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

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

The Hellfire Club. Perfect.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Its was a Wednesday morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thursday, after school?" offered Eddie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or maybe not.

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Its Thursday evening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who?" asked Eddie, rather quickly.

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

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

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

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

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It was Friday night.

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

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

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

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

Eddie stayed quiet, choosing not to say anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You look amazing," complimented Eddie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#dustin henderson #reader insert #stranger things headcanons #jason carver #stranger things imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #mike wheeler #stranger things fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson hc

[cahrlotah]

𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

this work contains +18 content so if you are a minor get out of here and don’t read it 

disclaimer, i haven’t written anything since October so this is kinda bad ngl, also English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are some grammar mistakes <3

my request inbox is open again for anyone who wants to send in a request. 

If you guys want part two of this one-shit pls let me know <3

paring: eddie munson x carver!reader

word count: 2.8k

trigger warnings: use of female anatomy, use of she/her pronouns, she is Jason Carver’s twin sister, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it ), virgin reader, marking(?), degradation, praising, oral female recieving, fingering ( if u blink), choking, hair pulling, manhandling,  cum, mirror fucking (?), 

NOT PROOFREAD BECAUSE I’M A LAZY BITCH

Eddie Munson and (Y/N) Carver had hated each other for the longest time. No one in their close circle knows how it all started, the only thing they truly know is that if you mix Eddie and (Y/N) bad things are going to happen. That’s until Halloween ’86. 

7:45pm, (Y/N) Carver is in her room getting ready for the Halloween party thatis taking place at her house, hosted by her brother Jason. She is dressed as Red Riding Hood but since it’s Halloween she has cut the skirt of the dress into a mini skirt, revealing her legs and cleave to the world of Hawkins High. Chrissy Cunningham is helping her with her make up, finishing her look with a bright red lipstick. 

8:30 pm, all the guests are at the Carver’s home, the ground floor and the back garden are flooded with teenagers and the smell of alcohol and tobacco fill (Y/N)’s nose trills as she makes her way to Chrissy. Her little red skirt moving as she walks, she won’t say it out loud but she knows everyone is looking at her, and she likes it. 

As she makes conversation with Chrissy, her eyes scan the garden. Her gaze lands on the infamous Eddie Munson. Something inside of her burns, as she looks at him, she looks at his veiny forearms and how his hands are decorated with rings and she can’t help but to think how hot he looks laughing at something one of his friends has said. Those feelings rapidly turn into anger and she storms towards him.

“Hey Munson!” She yells, making the whole Hellfire silent in a second. 

“What’s up sweetheart” he says with that smile of his. “ Looking for the big scary wolf?” he says mockingly.

“ Fuck off, will ya?” she rolls her eyes “Aren’t you supposed to be a responsible adult or something?” She turns to look at the two youngest and newest members of Hellfire. “ No kids allowed at this party, I’m afraid. So get lost” her cold tone and gaze makes the two youngsters look around in fear.

“Come on princess” says Eddie positioning himself between his friends and the girl. “ Don’t be an ass and let us have fun, alright.” He turns around and just guides his friends to another area where is more crowed. At the same moment someone grabs her arm, forcing her to not follow the hellfire group. 

“Here you are!” Emma yells “let’s go, your brother has challenged us to beer pong match”. 

“Shit” she whispers. (Y/N) goes with her friend as a pair of eyes follow her every move.

9:45pm,the night goes along with no sight of Eddie and (Y/N) is happy but curious on where he must have gone. at this point everyone is drunk, or at least has had some drinks. She lazily goes inside in search of  some water to sober up a little bit. The inside of the house is filled with drunk teenagers, and The journey to the kitchen is complicated. 

“Having complications sweetheart?” A voice behind her says, she immediately knows who it is but she decides to ignore, pushing people around to get through but she can’t “ it’s not going to work, too many people” she knows he is smirking and anger starts building inside of her. 

“Fuck off will ya Munson? Not in the mood for your bullshit” she says harshly. She is irritated because Jason friends said some fucked up shit about her, and he did nothing to defend her so having no chance to get some water plus Eddie Munson bothering her it is just no help for her bad mood. All her attempts to go through the mass of people are a completely fail. 

“Just stop trying and wait a bit” Eddie says, being this the last straw.

“Leave me the fuck alone Munson” she yells at him, storming towards him “ seriously I don’t really need your bitchy comments right now, why don’t you grab your shit and get the fuck off my fucking house!” Their faces are so close, that their shaky breathes collie and Eddie’s back hits the wall making it impossible to get away from the girl. This leads to his cheeky smile reappearing only infuriating her more. 

“Don’t be such a bitch seriously “ he spats back closing the gap between the two of them. “ I don’t even know why the fuck you hate me so much. We don’t even share clases. You are the one always coming to me.” His face moves closer to hers, his lips travelling to her here and in a low whisper he says “Is it because you like me? Or because you want me to fuck you?” The hot air of his breath hits her in the right spot making her goosebump, her mouth is dry making it hard to swallow. “ Oh shit, so you want me to fuck you huh?” Eddie’s voice is lower and feels somewhat darker but she knows it’s all a game and she is loosing. His mouth is almost touching her neck, his hands land on her hips pulling her closer to him. 

She would never admit it to anyone but she had something for Eddie, she did not know if it was the fact that him and her brother were what you can call “enemies”, the fact that even though no one in her circle found it attractive the ring decorated hands made her feel something or the fact that the constant bickering between the two of them had created some tension that had to be realised. But now she found herself melting into Eddie Munson’s touch, she could feel a wet felling in between her legs, she wanted Eddie Munson to ruin her, to fuck her into oblivion. The best part of it? One of the things that exited her the most? The fact that they could go to her room, a do it at the spot while his brother, downstair would have no fucking idea that his sweet little sister is being ruined by the town’s freak. This idea was not only exiting to (Y/N) but to Eddie too, the fact that he had Jason’s Carver’s sister, sweet old (Y/N), melting at his touch made him hard on the spot. 

“Munson stop it” her voice trembles “ don’t start something you cannot finish” 

“Who says I’m not going to finish it?” Eddie’s lips are non her ear again, but now he takes it a notch higher and at the moment his lips brush her earlobe a quiet moan, that only him and her can listen, escapes her mouth making Eddie’s grip tighter. His mouth travels all the way to her neck leaving small kisses all over it. 

“Mun… munson” she whimpers “ not here, somebody could see us” he stops and looks at her, looking at the Carver girl for a solution “ go upstairs to my room and wait there. I’ll be there in 5 minutes. Make sure no one sees you” she   says to the curly-haired boy. 

“Sure thing” the pair look around and luckily, everyone around them are too focused on themselves either drinking, dancing around or making out to even notice the couple. Eddie slowly climbs the stairs unnoticed and heads to (Y/N) room while she goes outside to talk to Chrissy and make some lame excuse so people don’t go and look for her. Fortunately, her brother and his friends are joined by the cheer squad.

“Hi there!” Jason exclaims, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. 

“Hey…” she says fake-pouting and in a low voice, instantly worrying her twin brother. 

“What’s wrong? Has anyone touched you or something? Because if some.-“ he starts to get heated up but she cut him off

“I kinda have a headache so I’m going to lay down for a bit in my room oaky?? I just wanted to let you know so you don’t get worried if you don’t find me around” she puts on the sweetest show so her brother can buy her lie, but even if (Y/N) was the worst liar in this word Jason would believe every single word she would tell him. 

“Oh shit have you taken something for it?” He asks and she nods “ Alright, if you need something come down again and tell me okay?” He has some worried look on his face as his twin sister means the world to him. (Y/N) nods and heads upstairs where the metal head boy is waiting for her. (Y/N) makes her way to her room, trying to go unnoticed through the crowd climbing the stairs as quickly as she can. 

10:05 pm, the door of (Y/N)’s room is half open, a dim light coming from her bedside table lamp lights her room. When she enters Eddie jumps as he turns around, like a scared cat.

“Shit Carver you almost gave me a heart attack” Eddie exclaims putting his hand on his heart. She laughs at his reaction “ you should laugh more, you look pretty” she does not know if it the real Eddie talking or the alcohol he has consumed. 

“ Shut up Munson” she locks the door behind her.

“ What a show you put out there with your brother “ he walks towards her “ pouting like that, jeez, how would Jason react if he knew that you lied to him just to get fucked but the towns freak?” His hand is now behind her head, their faces are close. She does not want to show it and will never admit it but she needs him, she needs him to kiss her to touch her. And as if he can read minds he connects their mouths, at first the kiss is slow sweet, she backs up until she falls into her bed. The moment they touch the matters Eddie’s hands start discovering her body, moving from her lower back to her tits to her face caressing her. Eddie lifts her to take her dress off, leaving (Y/N) in her underwear. He kisses her stomach, slowly going upwards leaving lovebites on her chest. 

“God, so fucking pretty” his husky voice praises her. “Now show me how good of a girl you can be” he stands up, allowing her to follow him, “ on your knees” she does as he says without any complain. (Y/N) looks at him through her lashes, a sigh Eddie Munson never thought to be alive to see. Her big eyes are looking at him with a sense of innocence, like she has never done this before. “ Have you ever done this before?” He asks and she nods in negation making him feel weaker as the thought of ruining good old (Y/N) Carver makes him harder. “I need you to open that pretty mouth of yours alright?” He commands as she nods. His belt unbuckles and his black jeans fall down to his ankles, his hand moves to the side of her face moving strands of her hair. “Now I need you to open you mouth for me sweetheart” he commands and she obeys. She looks at him as she slowly opens her mouth. “Fuck” he whimpers as he pulls down his boxers. He does not have time to react because (Y/N) she puts his dick on her mouth making Eddie grip into her hair and moan loudly but the sound of music in the background mutes it. 

Her head starts moving and with it, it also does Eddie’s hand her head forcing the girl to go deeper, exploring how much she can take. “Such a fucking good girl for me huh?” he tounts her “ a little slut sucking on my cock, jeez, what would your brother think? His little sister sucking the towns freak cock?” as he finishes the sentence, she forces herself to go deeper into  eddie’s cock, she is breathing through her nose but tears fall from her eyes smudging her marcara and make up. With the help of Eddie’s hand the rhythm fastens and the room is filled with Eddie’s moans. 

“Fucking shit just like that princess,” he moans and she goes faster “ ho- holy shi-shit” he whimpers. “ Fuck” he stops her, becuase he knows he is about to cum. “ Lay on bed” he orders and again she obeys. As it is an instinct she opens her legs, allowing Eddie to slowly crawl towards her, he kisses the insides of her thighs until he reaches her cunt.

“This wet for me already, kinda weird for a girl that hates me” he says with a cheeky smile

“Oh shut up Munson” her smile decorating her make up smudged face.

Eddie buries his face in between her legs, grabbing her panties in between his teeth and pulling the down, allowing him to bury his tongue on her cunt. That takes (Y/N) by surprise making her moan loudly, grabbing Eddie’s hair hard making him to moan into her cunt. 

“Fuck Eddie” she exlaims while her hands move from the boy’s hair to the bedsheets. His tounge working around her clit. Moans and music form the distrance fill the room as the metalhead is buried in between (Y/N) legs. Her legs shake, her hips move upwards and her back arches as she uncontrollably moans the Eddie’s name. “Ed- eddie fuck!” she screams “ I- I need you” she says as Eddie lifts his head to look at her.

“What did you just say?” he asks as in his mind this still feels like a hallucination. “I need you to use you words” the cocky tone in his voice makes (Y/N) even weaker for him, wanting him to ruin every single aspect of her.

“I need you to fucking ruin me Munson” she desperatly whimpers.

“ Sorry love I could not heard that quite well” his smile decorates his face as he sees the frustrated look on her face. 

“You cunt” she whispers “ I said” she clears her throat “I need you to ruin me Munson, I need you to fuck me so hard I don’t rembember my name” her needy face it what Eddie needed. 

He grabs his dick and takes it to (Y/N) cunt, moving it up and down in her entrance teasing her to the point where she is crying and begging for him.

“Fucking shit Eddie stop teasing” she says as small tears of frustration fall down her cheeks.

“Whatever you say love” he slowly enters her. Air leaving her lungs as she feels him inside of her for the first time, eyes rolling to the back of (Y/N)’s head, back arching. Eddie grabs (Y/N) wrists and pins them above her head with one hand and his free hand he uses for support. He thrusts slowly.

“So fucking tight, holy fuck” he moans as he fastens his pace, their moans are syncronized, filling the room. He frees her hand allowing her to deepen her nails into the metalhead back, leaving red stripes on his skin. Her bed hits the wall as a result of Eddie’s thrusts, the creaking sound of the metal structure follows the rhythm of the movements happening above. Out of nowhere he stops, pulling out and turning her around forcing her to be on all four facing the mirror hanged in the door, his hand grabs her hair strongly pulling it forcing her to look at herself in the mirror.

“I want you to look at yourself while I ruin you” he whispers into her ear, entering her again spanking her at the same time. “Such a dirty little slut for me huh?” he exclaims thrusting harder into the girl “jesus Carver” he moans. The pace rapidly increases as he holds into her hips, sweat dripping down their foreheads, breaths being irregular at this point. 

“Fuck, I-I thi-think i’m going to cum,” she exclaims as she grabs into the bed sheets harder, that is the phrase Eddie needs to thrust into her faster and harder. Their moans are louder, she is moaning his name as he was some sort of god and he is groaning too focused in pleasuring her to even notice how he now has grabbed her hair again, her eyes all rolled back her head, her mouth open moaning uncontrollably. The two of them feel it coming a tight knot on her stomach loosen up, him noticing how the big tension between his legs is being released. 

“Fuck” the two of them let out as they collapse on the mattress. 

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #stranger things s4 #eddie smut #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie x f!reader #eddie x carver!reader #eddie x y/n #Eddie x virgin!reader #jason carver #eddie munson smut #eddie munson st4

[streets-in-paradise]

Friday the 13 Th - Eddie Munson x (Fem) Henderson! Reader

Warnings: Friday the 13 Th franchise references.

Summary: Eddie has convinced you of making something big to bother Jason in the most fitting day for your inside joke about him.

Notes: Happy Friday the 13 th! Let's make fun of Jason lol

The school's cafeteria was a stage where Eddie loved to play being a dreaded artist annoying the well adjusted students with his unhinged dramatizations. He was an autentical court jester despite many loathed his performances. You may have been once too shy to get involved or even engage, but the spirit of companionship of Hellfire had slowly and consistently changed that.

As two lonely weirdos doing their best to not be noticed during most of your highschool experience, you have always been in a distant bubble with Jonnathan doing your own thing unless bullies would disrupt you. There was no one else at least untill he started to date Nancy and you befriended Eddie first, later also Steve. While you remained best friends, some of that crave to hide together in a little corner going unnoticed began to change and that was way more evident in you under the influence of Eddie.

For once at least, Jonnathan acceded to get involved for a small role in a carefully crafted espectacle you were planning because he got to appreciate the concept. Fellow horror geek, he found it simple yet quite effective. At very least you both would have a funny story to share with Will and Dustin.

Staged action took it's course as you approached him limping and pretending you were crying your heart out.

" Please, please! You have to help me!! " You begged him for the entire place to hear you, your ketchup soaked hands seeking to hold his clean ones . " … He is coming, he got my friends!!! He is gonna kill us! "

Pretending confussion wasn't that hard given your performance.

" What are you talking about?"

" The councelors were making love while that young boy drowned!!" You directly referenced the speech of Pamela Vorhees in a mashup with a victim character. " … Now we are all cursed. WE DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED!!!! "

When your agonical, prophetic scream gave him the sign Eddie emerged rushing like a maniac into the scene.

" FRIDAY THE 13 TH!!! IT'S FRIDAY THE 13 TH, PEOPLE!!" He began to scream to anyone in his way. " RUN FOR YOUR LIVES CAUSE JASON IS GONNA COME TO GET YOU!"

The joke was perfectly timed with the entrance of Jason Carver. Annoyance was the less concerning feeling it awakened on the target. When you once started it he could have never imagined it was going to stick with the full weirdo group and even escalate.

" Are you looking for trouble, freak?"

Enacting a reaction fitting for a horror movie, you got in between them shielding Eddie with your body.

" No, Eds! Don't sacrifice yourself for me!! "

Eddie turned dramatically to play pretend a heartfelt objection.

" I must do it. You are the final girl and i am just the disastrous but charming male lead following you into the woods just because i'm in love with you. " He followed your performance with a self awareness touch. " Go, my beloved. Save that stoner and remember me. "

You held his hands as if his life trully depended of listening to you.

" I won't let you go! I know how to defeat Jason, you just have to trust me. "

The basketball player was frankly weirded. Still angry, but his lack of contextual orientation to whatever you were thinking to be doing temporally overcame his desire to punch Eddie in the face.

He was accidentally incarnating one of the lapsus of confussion Jason Vorhees could sometimes had in the films before resuming the chase for his victims.

Perfect moment for you to iniciate the end of the third act taking off your jacket to reveal a striped sweater in matching colors with the Tigers.

" Look at me Jason!! Look! Come over here … " You began to call him in the sweetest tone. " Do you recognize this? You are in home, honey.. It's gonna be ok, I'll take care of you!"

Your friends were laughing uncontrolably and you realized that even a guy in the jock's table was holding his chuckles. Probably only just for the excessive female nudity of the franchise, but he must have watched the film your joke was referencing. Not missing the chance to expose it, you smiled at him and his amusement turned inmediately into disgust.

" Friday the 13 Th Part 2, just in case you want to rent it for the weekend. " You explained to Jason after abandoning the character. " My interpretation didn't stick completely to the source material, but I found this sweater in a thrift store and inmediately thought of you. Eddie insisted we had to save it for the next Friday the 13 Th. "

" Meaning that you got that cheap sweater in my team's colours and prepared a scene arround it just to annoy me. " Jason summarized out loud, clearly fed up with all the freaks. " At least i can say you took too many bothers to get my attention in this oddly specifical charade. "

" Bullshit! He is pissed off, only tries to hide it because he lost. " Eddie quickly corrected. " We made it, sweetheart!!"

You both hi fived each other and rushed in the opposite direction, but hubris made Eddie deliver one last comeback on the way.

" Happy Friday 13 Th, Carver !!!! Don't get in the lake!!! "

Despite he did enjoy the thrill, Jonnathan was giving you judgamental looks as you reached him.

" … If i get targeted again for this."

Eddie patted him on the shoulder cheerfully before reassuring him.

" Chill, man! His feud is against us, you are totally safe. "

" That was freaking awesome! " You followed the cheers. " Don't lie to me, I saw it in your eyes. You are as excited as me. "

You had a point and he couldn't deny it.

" Fine, it was quite fun … Not as satisfying as punching Steve, but still. "

Eddie clearly supported the posibility of finding someone to complain about Harrington with that you couldn't object to. Besides, he was a big fan of the referenced episode.

" I heard all about it, the freak that kicked his bully's ass and stole his girlfriend … I just want you to know that Hellfire considers you a hero. You will always be welcome among us. "

His most inmediate answer was an awkward smile.

" Thanks. I really appreciate it, but i would like to keep my girlfriend. "

They chuckled and Eddie's was the loudest.

" Good call, man! Good call. "

Something in the specifical way Eddie choose to congratulate Jonnathan made you feel uneased. Probably because you were just jealous imagining he could want to steal his bully's girlfriend too if he had the same chance.

" Eds, if we were in a horror movie. Do you really think we would be the romantically coded final girl and last kill boy sacrificing himself so she could make it to the final fight?" You asked him as you were walking thowards the Hellfire table. " I mean, I won't do well as a final girl. To be one you need more than just be the virgin ... "

The joke may have been themed as a different thing, but you were masquerading your will to figure out if that was the case.

" ... And most times they aren't unwanted freaks, they are normal cute girls just too shy to approach their crush or too nervous to let their boyfriends convince them of sleeping together. "

He wasn't sure of where the point was going, but didn't mind to indulge you.

" Realistically, I would be the guy who dies alone getting high in the woods. " He mocked himself. " but i do think you could be a final girl. Although a rare breed we don't often get blessed with, freak girls tend to be passionate horror fans. You know all the rules to survive, my prediction is that you would make it and at the end of the film Harrington would be asking you out. "

The answer deviated from the path you expected.

" I thought you would accuse Steve of being the asshole jock dying in the sex scene. "

" As a judge I'm cruel, but fair. That has to be Hargrove, Harrington has higher chances of making it if he sticks with you. "

That made you laugh for reasons he could never possibly understand. In real life, Steve was the resourcefull fighter.

" Would you believe me if I tell you that Steve is a final girl ? "

He was laughing harder then, untill your softly delivered conclussion stopped it.

" I would like to make it with you too … It would be a refreshing change for the slasher formula. "

Eddie wasn't sure of it, but for an instant he choose to treat himself imagining you said you wanted to be with him in a very freakish way.

" There is no way i could make it. Ríght now i can tell you I would die for you. "

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #jason carver #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #joseph quinn

[mamaestapa]

Late Nights and Early Mornings||Jason Carver x reader

summary: After winning the championship game, Jason planned on going to Benny's with his teammates to party and celebrate their win. However, he surprises you after the game to spend the night with you instead.

pairing: Jason Carver x reader

warnings: OOC Jason, cursing and pure fluff<3 This is how I think Jason would act in a relationship. I think he would actually be a really sweet boyfriend! (did you see the scenes with him and Chrissy during the pep rally and game? like-)

The crowd roared with excitement as students started running down the bleachers to celebrate with the basketball players. Hawkins had just won their first championship game in 22 years! Your boyfriend, star player and team captain, Jason Carver had almost made the game winning shot. However, he sadly missed. But Lucas Sinclair, the freshman whose been riding the bench the whole season, recovered the ball and made the shot. You were so proud of them, especially Jason. You ran down the bleachers along with the other students so you could talk to your boyfriend. You noticed him smiling as he held one of Lucas’ legs as the other boys helped hold the younger boy up and chant his name. Jason’s smile only got wider when he noticed you. He let go of Lucas' leg, Patrick taking his place.

“I’m so proud of you!” You yelled, running into your boyfriends outstretched arms. He grinned at you, picking you up and twirling you around. You didn’t even care that he was all sweaty from the game. You were too happy for him to even think about anything else.

“Thank you babe.” He put his forehead against yours as he placed you back onto the ground of the basketball court, “We couldn’t have done it, well I couldn’t have done it without your support.”

You smiled, “Awe, you’re the sweetest.” You puckered your red lips and kissed his lips sweetly. He wrapped his arms around your waist as your arms draped around his neck. He pulled you close to his body and kissed you back, passionately. You both pulled away, happy smiles on your faces.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Jay.”

He pulled away from you, grabbing your hand and holding it in his as he spoke.

“The guys are uh, going to Benny’s to celebrate after we all get cleaned up. You’re more than welcome to come with if you want?” He offered, stroking your hand with his thumb.

You smiled sweetly at him, “I appreciate the offer, but I think i’ll just go home. You deserve to celebrate with your teammates—without me there. Plus I’ve been dying to watch Pretty In Pink since I rented it yesterday.”

Jason's shoulders slightly dropped and he seemed like he was a little disappointed. He quickly replaced any look of disappointment with a smile and a nod.

“Okay, that’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, squeezing your hand gently, “Of course.”

You squeezed his hand back, “Have fun with the guys. But please be safe, okay? I don’t want to have to come pick you up in the morning because you’re violently hung over or you did something stupid while you were drunk.”

He chuckled, bringing your hand up to his mouth to kiss it. “Don’t worry, I’ll be safe. I love you.”

“I love you more.” You pulled your hand away from his, desperately wanting to hold it again. You kissed his cheek and patted his shoulder as you started to walk away from him.

“Bye Jason, I’m so proud of you.”

He smiled, “Thank you. I’ll call you later?”

You nodded, “Okay. I’ll be waiting.” You winked before turning away and walking out of the gym. Jason chuckled and shook his head as he watched you walk out. Jason couldn’t help but be a little disappointed that he wasn’t going to be celebrating with you tonight. He understood why you turned his offer down though, his teammates and friends weren’t your favorite people to be around. In all honesty, they weren't his favorite people either. He only put up with them because he had to. If Jason could have it his way, he’d be around you and only you for 24/7. But school, basketball and his friends made it pretty difficult for him to have his way.

“Yo, Jason. You comin’ or what?” Chance called from the locker room door.

Jason snapped out of his thoughts. “Yeah man! Let me clean up real quick.” He jogged off toward the locker room so he could shower and change back into his pre-game clothes—his usual khaki pants, polo shirt, and his green and white varsity jacket.

“Come on dude, hurry up!” Patrick yelled, banging on the door.

“Yeah Jason, we don’t have all night.” Chance whined, “and it’s not like you gotta look all pretty for Y/n. She’s not even gonna be there.”

“Good.” Andy scoffed, causing the group of boys gathered outside the locker room to chuckle. Jason rolled his eyes and quickly threw his dirty uniform into his gym bag. He swung the door open with a huff, walking away from his teammates.

“Wait up dude!” Patrick yelled out, the boys trying to catch up with Jason who just kept walking. He was fuming. He had had enough of his “friends” and the way they talked about you. Once Jason was outside of the school, he allowed the boys to catch up with him.

“What’s wrong with you?” Andy questioned, his brow furrowed.

Jason scoffed, “I’m tired of the way you guys talk about my girlfriend. Just because she’s not a cheerleader like Rachel” he eyed Chance, “or Stephanie,” he looked at Andy, “doesn’t mean she’s not good enough for me. I’m sick and tired of all of your guys little side comments anytime Y/n is around or her name is mentioned.”

The three other boys just stood in awkward silence. Andy broke the silence eventually, “So…” he trailed off.

“You still coming to Benny’s for the party or…?” Chance trailed off.

Jason rolled his eyes, “NO! I’m not still going to Benny’s for some stupid fucking party, all right!?” he snapped, causing Chance to flinch.

“Come on man, we need you there! You’re the captain and it wouldn’t be a high school party without Jason Carver there.” Patrick reasoned, shrugging his shoulders slightly when Chance and Andy looked at him. The two boys nodded in agreement.

Jason just shook his head and walked toward his car.

Andy sighed, “You’ve got nothing better to do tonight Jason. Come to Benny’s, have a few drinks, and just forget about Y/n for one night.”

He completely ignored Andy as he opened his car door. He turned to the three boys, a stone cold expression on his face as he spoke, “You boys have fun tonight, I’ve got better ways to spend my night.”

The boys groaned, Jason chuckled to himself as he climbed into the drivers side, ignoring the boys complaints about how he wasn’t going to be accompanying them to the party at Benny’s. He wasn’t lying to them though, he did have much a much better way to spend the remainder of the night.

...

You sat on your couch curled up in your favorite fuzzy blanket watching Pretty In Pink—which you had just rented yesterday, and eating popcorn. Your parents were out of town, which meant that you had the whole house to yourself over spring break. Unlike your peers, anytime your parents were out of town you didn’t throw parties. You took the time to relax and enjoy your time to yourself. Just as you put more popcorn in your mouth, the doorbell rang. Your heart dropped to your stomach. Who would be ringing your doorbell this late at night? You pulled the blanket off of your body and set it aside next to you on the couch. You stood up from the couch and walked over to the door. You assumed it was probably some of the basketball players ding-dong ditching you as one of their party games. You unlocked the door and opened it, a pleasant surprise greeted you at the door.

“I heard there was a Pretty In Pink watch party goin’ on over here. I was told there would be plenty of snacks too?” Jason asked, a playful smile on his face.

You grinned, laughing softly as he spoke.

“Can I come in?” He gestured into your house. You nodded and moved aside so he could come in. You locked the door once he was inside.

“I thought you were going to the party at Benny’s?”

He shrugged, “I had other plans.” He put his hands in his pockets, smiling at you. You smiled, pulling him into a hug. He wrapped his muscular arms around your body, holding you close. You hummed at the action. You pulled away, your hands holding his biceps as he did the same to yours.

“You didn’t have to come here.”

“Yes I did. Besides, I’d rather be here with you watching movies all night than suffering at some stupid party without you.”

You heart swelled at his confession. Oh how you love your boyfriend. Jason may seem like the typical jock—a douche with a big ego that thrives off of attention and daddy’s money. But anyone that truly knew Jason, would know that he is a total sweetheart with the ones he loves, and that he doesn’t always thrive off his daddy’s money. Jason doesn’t have the best relationship with his parents. His parents could give two shits about him and his personal life. The only thing they want out of Jason is for him to go to a big university after he graduates and to marry Brandi, the girl in youth group at his church. Jason was fine with giving his parents the satisfaction of going to a university once he graduated, but he certainly wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of marrying Brandi. He was too in love with you to even think about any other girl. Jason knew as soon as the two of you graduate next month, he’s going to propose to you. He was ready to spend the rest of his life with you. Even if his “friends” didn’t like you, or his parents were too obsessed with the idea of him and Brandi together that they didn’t even consider the thought of him marrying another girl, Jason didn’t care. All he cared about was you and getting to be with you for the rest of his life.

“Jason Carver is being sweet? What?” You playfully said, pretending to be shocked.

Jason chuckled, “Don’t tell anyone, okay?”

You craned your head up slightly, placing a sweet and passionate kiss on Jason’s lips. He kissed back with the same amount of love and passion, one of his hands now cupping your cheek to hold you close to him. You pulled away, biting your lip slightly.

“So about that Pretty In Pink watch party?” He quirked an eye brow up.

You smiled, grabbing his hand and leading him over to your couch. He plopped down, patting the spot next to him. You sat down, grabbing your fuzzy blanket and draping it over your guys’ legs. You grabbed the giant bowl full of popcorn from the table and placed it perfectly in between you and Jason. Jason then put his arm around your shoulder as you rested your head between his armpit, the two of you getting comfortable to watch the movie. For the next hour and a half, you and Jason cuddled on the couch, ate popcorn and other junk food, and watched the movie, which you decided was your new favorite. It was a little after midnight when you finally stood from the couch. You stretched before rewinding the tape and taking it of out of the VCR. You turned to walk back to the couch, smiling softly at your sleepy boyfriend.

“Come on my love, let’s go to bed.”

Jason rubbed his eyes and yawned, “Bed or bed.” he asked with a suggestive smirk.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand and pulling him off of the couch. He groaned as you pulled him.

“The first one.” You replied, holding his hands.

He yawned loudly, “Sounds good to me. I’m exhausted from tonight.”

“I’m sure you are. You did so good tonight, babe.”

He pulled you in for a sweet kiss, “Mmm, thank you sweetheart. Only because I had the prettiest fan cheering for me.”

You pulled away, bashfully smiling at him. Jason always knew how to get you flustered. You let go of his hand and made your way upstairs to your room, Jason following right behind you. As soon as you were in your room, you turned your light on and grabbed Jason’s overnight clothes from your bottom drawer. He always kept a pair of sweatpants and basketball shorts in the drawer, along with some old t-shirts.

“Any preference?” You asked, holding up the pair of sweatpants and shorts.

“I’ll take the sweatpants.”

You nodded and handed him the pair of gray sweatpants.

“T-shirt?” You held up a red shirt for him.

“Nah, I’ve got you to keep me warm tonight if that’s alright with you?” He winked.

“Fine by me.” You smiled sweetly up at him. Jason being shirtless was never something you’d turn down.

“Good.” He smirked, shrugging his varsity jacket off his shoulders and draping it on your vanity. You were already changed into your favorite pair of pajamas, so you climbed into bed as Jason got undressed. You covered your eyes to give him some privacy as he changed.

He chuckled at you, “It’s not like you haven’t seen any of this before, Y/n.”

“I know,” You shrugged, “but you still deserve some privacy.”

You felt your hands being pulled away from your face. You giggled as Jason gently pushed you down onto the bed, his large arms wrapping around your waist as you propped yourself up on your elbows. His lips hovered over yours, slowly closing the gap between the two of you. You let yourself fall flat onto the bed, your hands running down Jason’s bare back as he hovered over you. You moaned softly into the kiss. He pulled away, looking at you with a smirk.

“I love you so much.” He whispered as he caressed your cheek.

“I love you more.”

He kissed your cheek, “I don’t think that’s possible, Y/n.”

You grinned at your boyfriend, feeling your heart swell with love. You’ve been dating Jason for two years now and he still makes you feel the way he made you felt when you first started dating. He made you feel like you were the most important person in the whole world to him. Jason moved himself off of you, allowing you to move so you could get under the covers. Once you were comfortable on your side of the bed, Jason slipped in next to you holding his right arm up so you could snuggle into his side. You laid your head down on his chest, using your right hand to trace shapes onto his toned abdomen. He brought his arm down, draping it over your waist and holding you tightly against him. Your fingertips traced along his abs, making him let out a content sigh at the contact. You smiled, bringing your hand up to his chest and letting it settle over his heart. He used his free hand to cover your hand that was over his heart. Now it was your turn to hum in content.

You felt your eyes grow heavy, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep in the arms of your boyfriend.

“Night babe,” You said, giving his chest a chaste kiss.

“G'night, sweetheart.” He replied, picking your hand up and kissing it. He placed it back over his heart, and before the two of you knew it, you were both sound asleep.

…

You woke up to the sunlight that was peaking into your room from your curtains, hitting your face. You squinted slightly and picked your head up from Jason’s chest, careful not to wake him from his peaceful slumber. Your alarm clock read: 8:22. You laid your head back down on his chest, hoping to fall back asleep. However once you laid back down, you felt Jason stir underneath you, his arms instinctively tightening around you. His eyes fluttered open. He looked over at your alarm clock, sighing softly as he saw how early it was. He turned his head, looking down at you, his blue eyes meeting your y/e/c ones. He smiled softly.

“Mornin’ beautiful.”

“Good morning, Jason. How’d you sleep?”

The question made him yawn. He shook his head slightly after he finished yawning, “Great, but not long enough.”

You giggled, lifting your head from his chest. The two of you moving so you were now in a position that was somewhere between sitting up and laying down on the bed.

“I’m sorry, part of that is my fault. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

He shook his head, “You didn’t wake me up. I’m used to being awake this early.” He pointed to his abs, “How d’you think I keep these in shape?” he flexed his biceps, “or these?”

“Touché,” you replied, admiring his muscles. Jason smirked and relaxed his arms, bringing them down to rest on the bed. You grabbed one of this hands, holding it in yours. He stroked your soft skin with his thumb, the two of you enjoying the peaceful silence between you—until Jason’s stomach let out a loud growl. The noise made you giggle, but the boy just hid his face in embarrassment at his stomachs sudden outburst.

“Awe, don’t be embarrassed babe.” You said, sticking out your bottom lip as you tried to pull his hands away from his face. He took his hands away from his face giving you a look mixed with embarrassment and annoyance. You giggled, leaning in and placing a sweet kiss on the tip of his nose.

You pulled your face away, “You’re so cute.” You gave him a smile, “Now, let’s go get some breakfast.” You rubbed his tummy, making him groan in embarrassment. You shook your head with a laugh, sliding off the side of your bed. You stood next to the side Jason was laying on, holding out your hand for him to grab.

“Come on. I’ll go make you whatever you want.” You smiled sweetly. He sighed, grabbing your hand and allowing you to pull him off the bed.

“Fine, only because you said it so sweetly.” he joked, snaking his arms around your waist. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his middle, humming as he squeezed you gently. When the two of you pulled away, he allowed you to take his hand and lead him downstairs to your kitchen. Once you were in your kitchen, Jason sat down on a barstool watching you as you rummaged through your pantry and looked in your fridge.

“I can make bacon, scrambled eggs, pancakes, waffles, toast? We have a lot of fruit too, do you like melon? Strawberries?”

Jason chuckled, “Whatever you want to make, Y/n/n.”

“How about I make bacon, eggs, and waffles or pancakes?” You suggested, leaning against the fridge door.

“Sure baby.” he nodded.

“What sounds better, pancakes or waffles?”

“I could go for waffles.” Jason replied, rubbing his toned abdomen.

You nodded, smiling at him, “Great!” You turned around, grabbing the waffle mix from your pantry and the bacon and eggs from your fridge. You grabbed a mixing bowl from the cabinet to the left of the stove. Jason stood up from his barstool, picking up a knife and the package of bacon.

“Go sit back down, I got it,” You smiled as you started to crack the eggs into a bowl. Jason shook his head.

“It’s alright, I want to help.” He pulled the packaging off the raw bacon and started to pull apart the strips, so he could cook them on the skillet next to the one you were using to scramble the eggs. In about ten minutes, you had four waffles cooked, a dozen eggs scrambled, and a whole lot of bacon and fruit. As you transferred the waffles onto two plates, one for you and one for Jason, Jason wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Breakfast looks great, smells even better babe.”

You smiled, thanking him softly. You handed him a plate with two waffles on it, “Go ahead and make your plate, I’ll put the fruit and some juice on the counter.” You gently squeezed his bare shoulder as he scooped some scrambled eggs onto his plate. He smiled sweetly at the contact. You placed the strawberries and mixed melon on the counter, along with the carton of orange juice. Jason left the barstool next to the fridge for you, sitting down on the one next to it instead. He scooped some fruit onto his plate as you got food from the stove. You walked over to the empty barstool, sitting down next your boyfriend. He poured both of you a cup full of orange juice. The two of you ate your breakfast in a peaceful silence, just happy to be in each others company.

Jason chewed on a piece of bacon, swallowing before he said, “Thank you for making me breakfast sweetheart.” He grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently. You smiled sweetly, squeezing his large hand.

“Of course, anything for you.” He leaned forward with a smile, pecking your lips.

“You taste like bacon,” you giggled.

He smiled goofily, “And that’s a bad thing?”

You shook your head, “Not at all.”

Jason chuckled, in response. His chuckle fading out as the comfortable silence came back. He stared into your eyes, his blue eyes full of total love and adoration as he took in all of your beautiful features. You could feel yourself growing flustered under his strong, loving gaze.

“Do I have something on my face?” You questioned, picking up a napkin.

He shook his head, stroking your hand with his thumb, “No, I’m just admiring how beautiful my girlfriend is.”

You smiled, “You’re too sweet to me, Jason Carver.”

“I don’t know about that one, I think you’re the one that’s too sweet to me, Y/n Y/L/n. I mean you did just cook me the best breakfast I think I’ve ever had.”

You brought his hand up to your mouth, kissing it softly.

“Which, thank you for making it for me. You didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did. I wasn’t going to let you starve!”

He grinned, showing off that beautiful smile you loved so much.

“Well I appreciate it baby.” He leaned forward kissing you sweetly, “I love you.”

You kissed him back, bringing your hand up to his cheek, “I love you too.”

…

After the two of you finished up your breakfast, you went to Family Video and rented a bunch of movies, spending the rest of your day cuddled up on the couch eating popcorn and watching your favorite movies. As you were snuggled into his side, Jason couldn’t help but smile at you. You looked so comfortable wrapped up in his varsity jacket with your head laying on his stomach. He slowly rubbed your bicep up and down with his hand, which caused your eyes to grow heavy. Jason’s smile only got wider when he noticed you had fallen asleep on him. He pulled you closer, careful not to wake you up from your peaceful slumber. He leaned his head back, sighing in content.

There was no where Jason would rather be after winning the championship game than with his favorite girl, watching their favorite movies.

#jason carver #jason carver x y/n #jason carver x reader #jason carver imagines #stranger things x y/n #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagines

[r-is-typing]

the breakup plan | e.m

summary: in which love conquers all

requested?: yes! requested by @anonymousstoryteller2000

request: Okay so I have a request what none of the upside down shit never happened and Chrissy and Eddie get together and Jason and the reader are like Mad and like pissed about it because Jason still loves Chrissy and the reader has to loves Eddie because they've been friends since they were in elementary school so Jason and the reader try to get back at them fake date for a while and for some reason Eddie gets jealous and so does Chrissy when the reader tells like the Hellfire group about it they're not happy about who it is but they are happy that the reader is happy but  they don't know that it's a fake relationship either but like a couple weeks pass by and Jason and the readers start actually falling in love with each other and everyone's like noticing how the readers distant from the table and the reader starts missing Hellfire to go on dates with Jason whatever and then Jason actually confesses that he likes the reader and the reader like Jason so like the reader forget about ever being inlove with eddie and everyone can see hwo happy the reader is so like jason starts being like nice to the hellfire group a bit and eddie pissed about but then one night chrissy goes to eddie trailer to break off the relationship cause she doesn't feel the same and so does eddie  but then Chrissy and Eddie try to break them apart because Chrissy really loves Jason and Eddie loves a reader and they think it to late or is it?.... but I don't know that's all I got that's been on my mind for like a couple weeks you can make up the ending however you like. Also, the reader isn't popular she kind of like a quiet shy person. Thank you! pairing: eddie munson x reader, jason carver x reader, chrissy cunningham x eddie munson

category: fluff, angst

content warnings: mentions of smoking, fake dating

word count: 2.7k

“Chrissy and I are dating.” were words Y/N L/N never thought would leave Eddie’s mouth. Eddie Munson was the complete opposite of Chrissy. Chrissy was sweet, chirpy, and a cheerleader. Eddie spent his free time smoking, playing Dungeons & Dragons, and playing as a guitarist in a metal band. 

Complete opposites. 

Y/N and Eddie had been best friends since the day they met when they both started their school years at Hawkins Elementary School over ten years ago. Over the past ten years, they had countless late nights playing guitar, planning D&D campaigns, writing songs, watching movies, and much more. Y/N also spent the last seven years in love with Eddie, the mere crush starting in their early middle school years. 

But, she knew she couldn’t compare. 

As she spent every day pining over Eddie, watching as his eyes sparkled when acting as Dungeon Master, or when his face beamed with enjoyment as Corroded Coffin brought in some of the biggest crowds the Hideout had ever seen, Eddie spent his time watching Chrissy during pep rallies (which, if you knew him, he hated pep rallies), or at lunch surrounded by the football team and her fellow cheerleaders.

“You and Chrissy? I love ya, Munson, but I really don’t see it.” 

Y/N shrugged, looking up from the notebook she was absentmindedly doodling in. Eddie’s crestfallen face caught Y/N’s attention. “I just mean that you two are totally different. You think it’s really going to work out?” Eddie nodded, simultaneously shrugging. “I mean, if you really want to, go for it. No one can stop you, Eds.” 

But, maybe she could, Y/N thought. 

Y/N had to act, and fast. So, the next day at school, she sprinted to Jason Carver’s locker. “Carver, I need to speak with you.” She planted her feet on the ground, making it known to him and the other basketball players that she wasn’t moving until he followed her. Jason raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? Trailing behind Munson and the other freaks?” Y/N glared at him. 

“That’s what I need to talk to you about.”

She began speaking in a hushed voice so only he could hear her. “Eddie and Chrissy are going out. I know you love Chrissy, I can see it, and I…” She huffed. “I love Eddie, a lot. I have for years now, and when he told me last night, I freaked.” 

Jason froze in his spot, the hand that was on his locker door turning a mix of red and white because of the grip he had. 

“I figured you and I could do something, to stop it, or, or something. I don’t know. But, we need to be fast about it.” Y/N clutched her notebooks to her chest. She noticed Jason looking at her out of the corner of his eye. “If this is something you want to do, meet me after school by the bleachers.” 

Y/N then turned and walked away, not looking back at him. She hoped this would work. It had to. 

So, there she sat after school. Her feet tapped against the metal bleachers as she waited for Jason to hopefully arrive. “So, what’s your idea?” Y/N jumped in her seat, turning and facing Jason. “I don’t know. That’s why I asked you here. We need to figure something out that’ll stop the two.” 

“How about fake dating?” 

Had it been any other time, the idea of fake dating Jason Carver, the biggest jerk in Hawkins, would’ve made Y/N laugh. But, because of the unique situation and the severity of it, she didn’t think twice. “Okay, deal. But, knowing Eddie, he’ll see right through it. We’ll have to make it believable.” 

Y/N and Jason sat on the bleachers for an hour talking about what they had to do in order to make it feel real to everyone on the outside, and discussed when the time would be to break it off. “Okay, so after Chrissy eventually leaves the fre- Munson, that’s when we’ll call it quits.” Y/N nodded. “Yes, but not too soon after, or they’ll suspect something.” Jason nodded. Right, it had to be believable. 

The two dispersed, going their separate ways for the last time until they had to be close for who knows how long. Y/N just hoped this would work. She loved Eddie, and she wanted him. Y/N knew in her heart that she and Eddie belonged together.

Morning came quickly and Y/N got ready for school, making sure to call Eddie and tell him that she didn’t need a ride. She hoped that would cause a reaction out of him, considering that ever since Eddie could drive, he drove the two to and from school every day. 

The honk of a car horn made Y/N run down the stairs and outside. 

Jason sat in his car, looking at Y/N as she ran towards his car. “Ready to go?” She nodded, giving him a small smile. “Let’s just get this over with…” Y/N got into the car, buckling her seatbelt as she watched Jason pull away from her house and head towards Hawkins High. 

Seeing Eddie’s van parked and Eddie running over to the passenger side, opening the door, and helping Chrissy Cunningham out of the beat-up vehicle was not something Y/N ever think she’d witness, so when she did, tears filled her eyes. 

She noticed Jason’s grip on the steering wheel get tight and then loosen just as quickly. 

Y/N felt Jason’s eyes on her. His hand found a place on her shoulder. “Hey, the sooner we get in there and start this thing, the sooner it’ll be over and I’ll be with Chrissy and you’ll be Munson’s.” Is Jason Carver comforting her? That’s also something she never thought she’d see, but, it was Hawkins, so anything is possible.

Jason got out of his car and ran to the passenger side, opening the door for Y/N. She stepped out and noticed people beginning to stare. “Just follow my lead,” Jason whispered against the shell of her ear. His hand found the small of her back as he began to walk, Y/N quickly following his footsteps until they were perfectly in unison with one another. “This okay?” Jason looked down at her, watching as she nodded. 

“Yeah, this is fine.”

Jason opened the main door to the school and let Y/N step in first. Once they got through the doors, his hand found her back again as they walked to her locker. “If I remember, this is yours.” Jason stood next to Y/N as she put the combination in and opened her locker. Y/N collected her books just as the bell rang, and the two intertwined hands again, walking down the hall once more.

“What class?” Y/N snapped out of whatever trance she was in and looked up. “Huh? Oh! Uh, English.” The boy nodded, leading her to the classroom. “I’ll see you after class?” He spoke in a hushed whisper, leaning against the wall as students passed by, giving the two confused glances. 

“Yeah, see you after.”

On an impulse once more, Y/N leaned up, kissing Jason’s cheek, and then quickly slid away from him and through the classroom door. Jason stood there shell-shocked. Hours later, it was the time that Y/N had been dreading all day.

Lunch. 

Now, she’d have to face the entire Hellfire Club, including Eddie. “So, are you going to sit with them today?” Jason looked down at the girl who stood across from him but still in a close proximity. “I have to, or they’ll definitely know something is up. Besides, I can tell them then and get Eds’ reaction.” Jason nodded, leading the fake couple to the cafeteria. “Do you want to come and sit with us?” Y/N looked up at him hopefully. “Just to sell it more.” She added, which made Jason huff in annoyance but ultimately agree.

Y/N led the two to the Hellfire table. 

“Hi, boys.” She spoke with a smile. “Hi, Y/N!” Dustin spoke, choking on his milk when he looked up and saw who was standing next to her. “Uh, you all know Jason. Jason, these are the guys.” Eddie raised an eyebrow at the girl. “Sweetheart, what’s Carver doing here?”

Showtime.

Jason wrapped an arm around the girl’s waist, making Y/N fake a satisfied giggle. “Well, Jason asked me out. I’ve kind of liked him for a while, so I said yes!” Y/N smiled widely, catching Eddie’s off-guard expression. “You and Jason?!” Mike exclaimed, groaning as Dustin elbowed him. 

“They’re joking. Right, guys?! We’re happy for you, really! I mean, come on, guys. Y/N’s happy so let's be happy for her.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at this. “Thanks, Dustin.” She 

If it was going to be like this every day, he’d bet that Chrissy and Eddie would be broken up by the end of the week, if they were lucky. 

But, it had seemed their luck ran out. 

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. It had been almost four months since the unlikely pair began their fake-dating plan. But, so it seemed, Y/N and Jason had grown closer because of this. Instead of doing things like kissing, holding hands, and being attached at the hip when all eyes were on them, they’d do the same in the comfort of their homes, when it was just the two of them.

“What are we?” 

Y/N reluctantly pulled away from Jason’s lips. Her arms stayed wrapped around his neck as their eyes met. “What do you mean?” Jason raised an eyebrow. Y/N cleared her throat. “I just mean we’ve been doing, uh, this for a while, and there’s not a label on it. I mean, Jason, we had started this to get Eddie and Chrissy. Obviously, things have changed, feelings have evolved, and we should talk about that.”

Jason nodded, sitting up straighter and looking at Y/N as she also adjusted her position. How a fake relationship turned into this, they’d never know. “I want you to be my girlfriend. I’m over Chrissy, honestly. She’s in the past.” A small smile lit up Y/N’s soft features. Jason took Y/N’s hand in his own. “So, what do you say?” 

Y/N didn’t say anything, and instead, leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips. 

On the other side of Hawkins, Eddie sat in his trailer, strumming on his guitar. A loud knock alerted him to a visitor, which he assumed to be Chrissy. He walked quickly to the door, swinging it open revealing the blonde. “Milady.” Chrissy didn’t smile or laugh like she normally would, alerting Eddie to the fact that something was possibly wrong. 

“Chris? What’s wrong?” 

Chrissy’s eyes finally met Eddie’s. Her once sparkling eyes were now filled with tears. “I can’t do this anymore, Eddie. I-I love Jason, and I’m sorry it took me, uh, this long to realize that. I just can’t be with you when I love Jason, plus... I see how you look at Y/N.” She laughed through her tears.

“You should go for it, Eddie. She’s a great girl.”

Eddie nodded. “I was going to talk to you about that too, actually. But, Chrissy, we’re screwed. If I know Y/N the way I do, she genuinely likes Carver..” Chrissy shook her head, refusing to believe the words coming from Eddie. There was no way quiet, shy Y/N loved loud, arrogant Jason Carver.

Absolutely not. 

“Okay, so what do we do? We need a plan…”

The next week, Chrissy stood by Jason’s locker while Eddie stood up against the wall across from where Y/N was currently sitting in her math class. The bell rang, making Eddie take a deep breath. “Now or never, Munson. Just get the girl.” He mumbled to himself as the door swung open, swarms of students filling the halls. 

“Eddie?” 

The name felt foreign on Y/N’s tongue. The two stared at each other for a while. “I need help.” Eddie finally broke the silence. “Oh! Are you okay? You and Chrissy?” Eddie closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“There’s this girl.”

Y/N nodded slowly, not understanding the confusing, secretive wording. “And... I think she and I are more compatible than Chrissy and I. I mean, this girl, she’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met.” Y/N stood there, her arms crossed at her chest as she held her textbooks, listening as Eddie talked about this dream girl. 

“So, why are you with Chrissy, and not this supposed dream girl?”

Eddie ran a hand through his curls. “That’s the thing. I ended it with Chrissy, but uh, this girl… She has a boyfriend, and she’s happy, so I’d hate breaking them up… You know?” Y/N nodded, truly hearing her best friend for the first time in months. 

Y/N looked down at her watch. “Shoot, I’ve got to go, Eds. I’m sorry. Jason’s going to get worried if I don’t go meet him right now..” She gave him one last smile and a farewell nod before turning and walking down the hallway.

“I love you!”

The girl froze so fast that her shoes almost tripped her. Her body tensed up as she repeated the words in her head. I love you, I love you, I love you. “W-what?” Y/N’s voice felt hoarse as she spoke, afraid to speak louder than the current volume. 

“I love you, Y/N. You’re the dream girl. My dream girl. I’m sorry it took me longer to admit it. I, Eddie Munson, am the biggest fool on the planet.” 

A soft giggle made Eddie’s head perk up and look at the girl who had turned to face him. “Took you long enough, Munson.” Y/N’s hand cupped his cheek as she got up onto her tiptoes and kissed him softly, but passionately enough to let Eddie know she loved him just as much. “Can’t believe it took me fake dating and actually dating Jason for you to come to your senses…”

“You what?!”

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wow! i had so much fun writing this. thank you, anonymous, for the request. this has been in the works for a few days, and i'm really proud of it! i think this is my longest story to date.

thank you again!

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[kanataka-san]

Jason: You make me gag (L/N)

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(Y/N):*calmly sitting down next to Eddie* Then don't take me so far down next time Carver.

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Eddie: *chuckles*

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[ginger-goblin]

Spellbound | Eddie Munson

[also on wattpad @TheHotWeasley]

Track One: Bad Reputation 

Description: A pagan goth chick raised by hippies arrives in Hawkins, AKA Jason’s literal worst nightmare. Shortly before the events of season 4, Eddie Munson takes a liking to her in the cafeteria. Freaks to Enemies to Lovers ;)

Warnings: Strong language 

"ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔫 '𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫" - 𝔅𝔞𝔡 ℜ𝔢𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔍𝔬𝔞𝔫 𝔍𝔢𝔱𝔱 & 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰

I am not going to bore you by telling you how my morning went, how I did my hair this morning, or who I was before I moved to Hawkins. It has suddenly become obsolete trying to remember my life before those mischievous eyes met mine. As my headphones were so rudely snatched from my head, pulling out hairs in the process, I met the gaze of an older looking boy who resembled a wanna be Van Halen member. Lanky, shaggy haired, and riddled with mischief. His heavily ringed fingers toyed with the headphone chords.

"If you do not give those back to me within five seconds I will bite your thumbs clean off." I challenged, staring daggers into this idiot. I will not deal with people stealing my shit, especially on my first day in Hawkins. The boy raised an eyebrow and gave me a sarcastic smile.

"Ah, so you're going for the charming girl next door approach! And I thought you'd try to put a curse on me, little Siouxsie Sioux."

His smile sent shivers down my spine. Of course he knows who Siouxsie Sioux is. Yes, I have tried to look just like her. Teased black hair, eyeliner, platform boots, the whole thing. I watched the boy as he eyed me up and down, as if admiring every inch of my aura. Gross. However, it's honestly an instant turn on if I can find anyone with good music taste. Let alone someone in a small midwestern town. I looked closer at his denim vest, and felt my heart pound at the sight of the pins. He's a fucking metalhead. I look back up to find the boy actually putting my headphones on his stupid fluffy-haired head. I felt my face flush in anger. I can't trust this guy at all, he could throw it on the ground and smash it, or break my headphones... I started to walk closer to him.

"I'm not kidding. Bit. clean. off. Like baby carrots." I chomped my teeth at him and he raised his eyebrows.

"You don't even need to try and flirt with me sweetheart, that's my job."

"I just threatened to mutilate your thumbs, how is that considered flirting?"

I watched his eyes widen as he recognized the song on my Walkman. As he turned to meet my gaze, he smirked at me. It made my stupid heart flutter.

"Iron Maiden? You... are my musical soulmate. What's your name, fair maiden?" He mused.

"My headphones. Now." I demanded.

"That's a funky name you got there." He chuckled, waiting for me to respond. I didn't.

"For the record, I'm Eddie. Eddie Munson." The smirk on his lips never seemed to cease. I said nothing in return, merely raising an eyebrow and praying to god I don't have to beg to him. Although, maybe in another world, I would totally throw everything away for Eddie.

"As you wish, sweetheart." He did a dramatic bow, then rose, and tossed me my headphones. I gasped, and scrambled for them, then snatched them in the air. I heaved.

"HEY!" I yelped, breath catching in my throat. I'm more dependent on my Walkman than I am on my own parents. I'm not letting this douche break anything.

"I'm a little disappointed I never got bit..." Eddie mused, grinning wildly at me. I wanted nothing more than to punch him. I smirked, and stepped closer to him. I could see Eddie get a bit flustered. The air between us felt magnetic, like I could just pounce on him right there. He smelled like cigarettes and clove. I felt my face flush a bit. I reached towards his chest slowly, and saw him swallow hard. I ripped a pin off his vest, slightly tearing it.

"Hey, what the hell?" Eddie snapped.

"That's for all your stupid comments." I mocked. I ripped the second pin off.

"That's for being an asshole."

I grabbed the third pin, and his hand caught mine before I could rip it. He shook his finger in my face.

"Ah, ah, ah... that, sweetheart, is-"

Before he could flirt with me again, I moved quickly to bite down on his hand. He screeched and cowered away, looking perplexed, yet curious. The air was now empty. Some faces began to turn towards us, startled.

"Don't call me sweetheart." I stated, throwing all my shit in my tote bag. I didn't dare look back at him. I stomped across the lunchroom receiving my fair share of gawking and gasping. I was thankful no one tried to trip me this time.

"I didn't catch your name!" Eddie shouted.

I cringed, as now the entire student body of Hawkins high was surely watching me, and I slowly turned around to see him, Eddie, arms wide open, as if begging to hear something so simple. So, I shouted back,

"I didn't throw it, freak."

I saw Eddie's eyes darken, as if my words were not as playful as I meant. Obviously I was being sarcastic, clearly-

"Look who's talking!" Yelled someone from a table near me. It was a stupid fucking jock in a letterman jacket, and on top of his head was a stupid fucking-

"Fuck off, SnapBack!" I jeered. The jock pretended to be offended, and all of his friends were making ridiculous noise. One of them stood up quickly, and stared me down. He looked like a member of New Kids on the Block, but royally pissed off.

"You really feel like you can curse at people about what they're wearing when you look like a sadist psychopath?" He interrupted.

"I'll show you a curse, asshole." I laughed, sticking my tongue out and making devil horns at him. I looked back to Eddie to see his reaction, only to find him violently staring down the guy who was now striding towards me and-

"Holy shit..." I gasped, completely frozen. This jock guy was now standing so close to me I could feel his rage.

"Is that a threat, psycho?" He taunted.

"Step back, douchebag." I objected, raising my hands to push him away but he immediately stopped me by bellowing,

"ARE YOU THREATENING ME?"

A shrill voice followed by stomping sneakers came between us before I could pull my knife on him, thank god.

"SEPARATE AND DEESCALATE! TAKE DEEP BREATHS!" screeched the school lunch lady. She grabbed me and jock man by our necks, and we both winced. She sure had a strong grip.

The lunch lady lovingly shoved us through the halls towards the principals office, where I knew I would be absolutely fucked. I turned to the wonderful bully as he stared daggers through me and threatened,

"If you say anything, you're dead, got it?"

I stared right back at him and grumbled,

"Ditto."

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aint seen an eddie x billy x me rec in a while..😏anyone got any recommendations? 📖

purrrrrin. why does Jason look fine for a sec I’m sorry 💀

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[ambrossart]

DANCING WITH MYSELF

— PART NINE 

summary: eddie crashes senior prom hoping to steal a dance with his dream girl, chrissy cunningham. instead, he spends the night stuck in the women’s restroom with you—her snarky, insecure best friend. ❖ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader ❖ word count: 7,133 ❖ genre: fluff with some angst ❖ series status: complete ❖ warnings: no season 4 spoilers, some coarse language, body image issues, typical teenage insecurities, angst, jealousy, anxiety, secret crushes, childhood memories, happy ending, lots of 80s music, me knowing nothing about d&d, seriously none of the gameplay is accurate, consider yourself warned 

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Eddie was more than a little caught off guard when you suddenly wanted to join his summer D&D campaign. 

You were popular, you were on the volleyball team, and he was just the trailer park kid whose father was constantly in and out of prison. “Eddie Munster”—yeah, that’s what they called him (because he listened to heavy metal, dressed all in black, and had the pasty complexion of someone who hadn’t seen the sun a day in his life). He was confident that ninety percent of the student body had no idea what his actual name was. To them, he was simply Eddie Munster, the kid destined to spend his life behind bars.  

Needless to say, Eddie was a little skeptical when Jeff called an emergency meeting in the science lab two weeks before the last day of school. He said he had a friend (“Well, actually she’s my lab partner”) who was interested in joining their summer D&D campaign, an intense and insanely immersive three-month-long crusade that Scott Sloman spent the entire school year working on. It was his pride and joy, his magnum opus, and Scottie would never waste such a masterpiece on a new player. 

Unless, of course, that new player was a girl. 

Scottie’s wandering hands came to rest on a clumsy stack of ungraded quizzes. He picked it up and tap, tap, tapped the pages neatly into order. 

“She cute?” he asked Jeff, with no shame at all. 

Eddie rolled his eyes. “No, Scottie, she’s not cute. She’s just really, really annoying.” 

“Oh, so you know her?” 

Eddie felt his whole body recoil from that grossly incorrect assumption. “What?” he said. “No, I don’t know her. I just… I just know who she is, that’s all.” 

Eddie first saw you at the middle school talent show. Corroded Coffin had just finished their first performance in front of a live audience. They played Judas Priest’s “Rock Forever” because it was the only song the principal didn’t immediately reject for having violent, anarchic, or offensively unchristian messaging. 

“Why can’t you boys play something peppy, something snappy… you know, like The Beach Boys or The Beatles?” 

“Dude, fuck The Beatles.” 

Eddie didn’t care. He just wanted to play some music. Throw himself in it. Lose himself in it. Forget about his shitty, miserable life for just three and a half minutes. 

That night, in front of a packed audience of students, faculty, family and friends, Eddie Munson strummed the final power chord and felt the notes clash against each other and crash into a concrete wall of pure silence. The illusion had shattered, and Eddie was back in reality. He was grounded in it. Sinking in it like quicksand. He staggered back and looked out, shielding his eyes from the glaringly bright stage lights, and in the silence he heard a sound that made his stomach drop. 

Someone was laughing. Laughing at him. 

Eddie tracked the sound, his eyes darting anxiously around the faceless crowd, and he found you giggling in the front row with your fist over your mouth, giggling yourself to tears. Eddie would never forget that sound for as long as he lived. 

“Oh, she’s that girl, huh?” Scottie swiveled around in the teacher’s chair like a movie villain. “So Munson’s little heckler has finally come to ruin D&D for him… Now that should make for a very interesting campaign. I like it. She’s in.”  

Eddie jumped to his feet. “Hey, you don’t get to decide that!” 

“Umm, I’m the Dungeon Master. It’s my campaign, and I’ll decide who plays it. Keep giving me lip, Munson, and you can find something else to do with your summer vacation.” 

“Fine,” said Eddie with a defiant shrug. “If she’s in, I’m out.” 

Grant gasped. “What? Dude, you can’t be serious!” 

And Jeff said, “Awww, come on, man. You can’t just skip the summer campaign. We’ve been looking forward to this all year.” 

Scottie called for silence with his hand. “Hey, if Eddie the Craven wants to run away from a twelve-year-old girl, let him. I mean Jesus, Munson, do you even hear yourself right now? So a girl laughed at you… Who cares? She’s not the first and she definitely won’t be the last. We’re freaks, dude. It comes with the territory. Either ignore it or embrace it, like I do. You can’t spend the rest of your life hiding from girls.” 

“I’m not hiding from girls,” Eddie said. “I just… Look, why do we play D&D?”

Jeff said, “Because it’s fun.”

Eddie pointed at him exuberantly, grinning ear to ear. “You’re damn right, it’s fun. It’s the best fucking game in the world! But even more than that, it’s an escape, right? It’s the one time when we can do whatever we want, be whoever we want, and we don’t have to worry about the cool kids making fun of us, girls laughing at us, being knocked around or thrown into dumpsters…” 

Scottie looked over at Grant. “You still smell, by the way.” 

Eddie went on: “My point is, D&D is our only safe haven, you guys. And yeah, maybe one day we won’t need it so much. I mean, shit, maybe we’ll get to high school and everything will magically get better. Maybe we won’t be seen as the freaks anymore. I don’t fucking know. But right now, we need it. And I’m telling you, if we let that girl in… if we let her into our safe haven, she’s gonna poison everything, man. She’s gonna make fun of our characters and laugh at us when we narrate their actions, and then we’re all gonna feel self-conscious and we’re gonna start to pull back, and then—shit—then the whole game becomes pointless. Then it’s just middle school all over again, and I don’t wanna deal with that all summer!” 

Jeff said, “She’s not joining to make fun of us.” 

But Eddie didn’t believe him. “Oh yeah? Then why is she joining? Y/N doesn’t even like fantasy, so why does she suddenly wanna join our campaign? Huh? If not to make fun of us, then why?” 

Jeff’s mouth opened and closed helplessly. He turned away. “Hey, you’d have to ask her that, man. I’m just the messenger here.” 

Scottie huffed impatiently and spun around in his chair. “Oh my god, this is getting ridiculous now… Look, how ‘bout we just vote, okay? Is that fair enough for everybody? Everyone who wants to hang out with a cute girl all summer—”

“I already told you, she’s not cute.” 

“—a girl who Eddie claims is not cute, but honestly he’s probably just saying that because he wants to keep her all to himself. If that sounds at all appealing to you, please raise your hand now.” 

Scottie’s hand flew up as soon as he finished speaking. Then, slowly, Jeff’s hand went up, too. 

“And all opposed?” 

Eddie and Grant raised their hands. 

“Well, it looks like we have a tie, gentlemen.” Scottie leaned back and plopped his feet on the teacher’s desk. “And when there’s a tie, the Dungeon Master gets the final say, so…” 

“Dude, that’s bullshit!” Eddie said. “Gareth isn’t even here to vote.” 

“Well, that’s because Gareth is doing finger paintings in elementary school right now. He’ll get a vote as soon as he hits puberty, okay? Until then, I’m pulling rank here, and I say she’s in. There. It’s decided. It’s happening. Get over it, Munson. Jeff, go tell your cute little female friend she can join our campaign.” 

“You can tell her yourself,” Jeff said. “She’s waiting right outside.” 

Everyone cried out at once: “WHAT?” 

“You brought her here?” 

“And you made her wait outside this whole time?” Scottie clawed at his acne-scarred face in frustration, digging deep furrows into his cheeks. “Oh my god, I’m surrounded by Neanderthals! See, this is exactly why we need a girl in our group. None of you know how to function in civilized society! You guys need to stop hanging out with Eddie and learn some damn social skills.” 

Scottie got up and started towards the door. 

Eddie’s hand shot out. “Hey, don’t—don’t open that!” 

And Scottie gave him a baffled look that screamed, Are you fricken kidding me right now, dude? 

“Damn, this girl’s really got your panties in a twist, doesn’t she, Munson? Yeah, she’s got you quivering in your boots like she’s the Big Bad Wolf or something.” He shook his head. “I’m tellin’ you, man, you better get your shit together before next year or else those high school girls are gonna eat you alive, bro.”  

Scottie opened the door and went out. Eddie reluctantly followed, for no other reason than to prove he wasn’t scared of the Big Bad Wolf. 

They found you in the hallway, sitting on the floor with your legs sprawled out in front of you, wearing a pair of embroidered jeans and an oversized sweater that hung on you like a sack. You were humming a wordless tune as you played with one of the paper fortune tellers Chrissy had made during your last period class. She said she had hidden a secret message in one of the folds, and you were determined to find it without cheating. 

You worked the fortune teller with your fingers. “B-L-U-E… and… one, two, three…” 

The door swung open. Eddie took one step out, saw you, then stepped right back and huddled against the doorframe. Casually, of course, as casually as he could. Then he caught you peeking at him with a mischievous little smile, and he felt his heart race with trepidation, thumping hard against his ribcage. 

“So,” you said, “am I in?”

Scottie wore a self-satisfied smirk. This is her? the smirk said. This is the girl that’s got you so scared, Munson? 

He approached you with an outstretched hand. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, m’lady. I’m Scott Sloman, but you can call me Scottie. I’ll be serving as your humble yet undeniably charismatic Dungeon Master this summer. I’m also the co-founder and lead singer of the critically acclaimed heavy metal band Corroded Coffin.” 

Your eyes widened in apparent awe. “Critically acclaimed, huh…? Remind me again: didn’t you guys get last place in the talent show? Or am I thinking of another shitty metal band?”

Grant piped up from inside the classroom: “No, you’re thinking of us.” 

Eddie shot Grant a sharp, disapproving glare, then turned back to you. “Hey, we didn’t get last place, okay? We got ninth.” 

“Yeah, out of like ten acts,” you said with a flippant shrug, “and the last act never even took the stage because Todd had a nervous breakdown and threw up all over himself backstage. We’re talking Campbell’s Chunky Soup. It was everywhere, you guys, like in his shoes and all over his creepy little puppet, and people were like walking in it and slipping in it. It was super gross but also kind of hilarious. Like, I would’ve totally given him first place for that, but I wasn’t on the judging panel, so…” 

Eddie made a weak gesture toward you. “See?” he said to Scottie. “This is the kinda shit I’m talking about. You really wanna listen to this all summer?” 

Scottie said, “Hey, I don’t mind a girl with some spunk,” and he knelt down in front of you, causing you to draw your legs all the way in and fold them underneath you. Scottie barely noticed. “That’s Eddie, by the way. As you can see, the guy has no sense of humor. Also, I’m pretty sure he’s scared of you.” 

“Really?” you said. “I can’t imagine why…” 

Then you looked up at Eddie with an impish twinkle in your eyes (how brightly they sparkled beneath the florescent lights), and he felt his whole body tense up with dread. This was all part of your plan, wasn’t it? First, you somehow got Jeff under your spell, corrupted his mind and turned him into one of your minions, and now you were slowly working your dark magic on Scottie. 

I see what you’re doing, Eddie thought. You’re trying to turn all my allies against me. Well, it won’t work because Grant’s mind is a fortress and Gareth’s as stubborn as a dwarf. They won’t be so easily swayed by your charm. 

Meanwhile, Scottie had taken out a pen and was writing his address on your hand. “Our first session will be held on the first Friday of summer vacation. We meet every Friday through Sunday, from 10:00 AM to 8:00 PM. If you can’t commit to that, don’t bother showing up at all because this campaign requires serious dedication from everyone. Okay? Also, if you miss more than two sessions, you’re automatically kicked out of the party. Think you can handle that?” 

Scottie posed this question to you with the stern glare of a shrewd businessman. Holy shit, you thought, this is actually happening! And with this realization came a great wave of anxiety. It crashed over you and consumed you, making you bite your lip in hesitation. Then your eyes drifted down to the fortune teller resting on your lap, and you clung to it like a life raft. 

Here, I made this one special… just for you. 

Oh? Did you write that I’m gonna marry Steve Perry? 

That… and something else. 

What did you write? 

Hey, I’m not telling! You have to find it yourself. And whatever it says, you have to do, okay? No going back. No hesitating. This is my prediction for your summer, and it’s set in stone. Got it?

You picked a number, your lucky number, and carefully unfolded the flap. 

Chrissy’s hidden message made you smile. 

Then you stole a glance at Eddie and felt your chest swell with a newfound sense of determination. No going back. No hesitating. 

“If that’s what it takes, then yeah. Let’s do it.” 

Scottie offered you his hand. You gave it a firm, decisive shake. 

“Welcome aboard.”

The summer started exactly like Eddie thought it would. You treated the game like it was a joke, spent each session wandering through Scottie’s fictional world like it was one giant amusement park made just for you. 

And it was. It truly was. 

Scottie had rewritten most of his campaign so that he could indulge your every whim. When he found out your character was a thief who had been betrayed and left for dead by her previous companion (a terribly cliched backstory, but Eddie expected no less from someone as inexperienced as you), Scottie created a brand new adventure out of thin air that forced the entire party into the Forest of No Return in search of your old companion’s secret hideout. Then Scottie inserted himself into the party through an NPC named Balon Blacktree, a “ruggedly handsome” (for some reason, Scottie felt the need to stress this) mercenary who would act as your guide through the dangerous and ever-changing woods. 

Scottie sat behind his screen and spoke in a deep, rumbling voice: “You hear a noise overhead—a flutter of wings. Just a bird maybe or, perhaps, something else. You look up but see nothing, only the mangled branches of so many dead trees. The moon, bright and full, hovers just beyond them. It glows with an eerie golden light. It is a witch’s moon.” 

You gasped. “A witch’s moon…” 

Eddie was sitting across from you, watching you respond to Scottie’s narration like a giddy preschooler at storytime. He smushed his cheek against his fist and huffed. “Jesus Christ, Scottie, can you just skip to the action, please?”

Scottie said, “Hey, I’m painting the scene!” 

“Well, paint faster, will ya? It’s been ten minutes already.” 

“Shhh!” you hissed, making Eddie’s face turn red with abashment. “You’re ruining my immersion! Go on, Scottie, tell me about the witch’s moon. It means a witch is near, doesn’t it?”

Scottie smirked, all too pleased to have your full attention. “That it does, sweet Elaria, that it does. An old witch, withered and hunched, lives in these woods. She hunts in them, seeking youth and beauty with a ferocious, insatiable hunger. She saw you enter the forest with your companions, and now she means to claim your vitality for her own. You hear her shrieking laughter rolling through the trees: Hee-hee-hee-hee! It’s close. In fact, it’s right behind you. You spin around, stumbling over your own feet, and you see a great crow, the witch’s familiar, perched upon a branch. It looms over you, staring at you with its black eyes, and in them you see your own frightened reflection…” 

You collapsed against the backrest of your chair, clutching your chest in distress. “Oh my god, my heart’s beating so fast right now!” Your hands flapped frantically while you considered your next action. “Okay, umm, I back away from the crow slowly, my eyes locked with it in terror, and as I go to take my next step, my foot lands on a twig. It makes a loud snap!” 

“The crow takes flight, extending its powerful wings! It lunges at you and slashes at your face with its sharp talons, but it only gets a five to hit.” 

You yelped in surprise and threw your hands over your head. Then: “Wait, which dice do I roll again?”

Eddie heaved a frustrated sigh. “D20 for defense rolls. How do you not know this by now?”

Scottie said, “Dude, relax, she’s still learning.” Then he turned to you with a smile. “You roll the D20, sweetie, and don’t forget to add all your modifiers and stat bonuses.” 

“Again, she should know this by now.” 

“Again, you need to calm the fuck down, Munson. This is her first time playing. Now go ahead, Y/N.” 

This went on for days. While the rest of the party was left to fend for themselves with minimal direction from their Dungeon Master, you and Scottie went off on these long and excruciatingly detailed expeditions that ate up chunks and chunks of precious time. 

In part, Eddie was glad for this because it kept you distracted and allowed him to focus on the game. He didn’t care that each of your turns took twenty minutes, that you constantly needed the rules explained and re-explained to you before you took any action. He didn’t care that your character never seemed to suffer damage or that she effortlessly avoided every trap she stumbled upon and passed every skill check with ease. He didn’t care that she clung to Balon Blacktree’s side during every battle and acted so impressed when he cut down low-level monsters with one swing of his greatsword. Meanwhile, Eddie’s character was single-handedly bringing down hordes of monsters and summoning demons with his dark magic, but Elaria didn’t bat an eye at that… no, that wasn’t worthy of any kind of recognition. 

He didn’t care that you giggled at all of Scottie’s lame jokes, that it was a completely different laugh than the one he always received. It was light and melodic and made your whole face glow with a radiant luster of pure joy. 

He didn’t care that it meant Scottie was totally right when he said, Don’t worry, man. One summer with me, and she’ll never look at you again. 

No, that didn’t bother Eddie at all. 

See, what bothered him, what really got under Eddie’s skin, was that you were always marveling at Scottie and hanging on his every word like he was some master storyteller. Yeah, that did bother him. It bothered him a lot. 

One Sunday, while Eddie was packing up his binder and dice and preparing to head home for the night, you surprised him when you came up and said, “Hey, I’m really sorry for… you know, kind of taking over the whole game. I feel like you guys are getting really bored.” 

Your smile was deeply apologetic, but also a little shy. It brought an unexpected flush to Eddie’s face. 

“Oh, no, that’s… that’s not your fault. Scottie always gets a little carried away when he DMs.” 

“Yeah, he really likes the sound of his own voice, doesn’t he?” 

You started laughing to yourself—a breathy, beautiful laugh—and Eddie felt the dice pouch slip out of his hand. Plop! It landed somewhere by his feet, but he couldn’t bring himself to pick it back up. Instead, he watched you lean against the table and gaze down at Scottie’s forest map, your face softening with an enchanted expression. 

“He’s really talented, though,” you said while tracing your finger over one of Scottie’s hand-painted miniatures. “Like the way he comes up with all these stories and describes every scene so vividly… I feel like I’ve been thrown into a fantasy novel or something.” 

Eddie pursed his lips into a hard, thin line. “Yeah, he’s really something, isn’t he?” 

You looked up at him, your eyes narrow with skepticism. “You don’t think he’s that good.” 

“Huh?” Eddie took a step back, shaking his head. “I - I never said that.”  

“You didn’t have to. I know sarcasm when I hear it.” Then you gasped loudly, as if you had just solved some great mystery. “Oh my god, you think Scottie’s a hack, don’t you?” 

“What? No, I don’t think he’s a hack, I just…” Eddie glanced toward the open door at the top of the stairs; then, lowering his voice, he continued: “He just tends to fall back on the same tired storylines, that’s all. Like the witch in the woods, and the crow, and saving the fair maiden from becoming a virgin sacrifice… He’s recycled that same adventure like fifteen times. I practically have it memorized by now. And after a while, it makes all his campaigns pretty stale, especially when you’ve been playing them for as long as I have.” He reached out and knocked over the miniature you had been admiring. The figure landed on its side and wobbled for a second or two before going still. “Trust me, Scottie’s no wordsmith. I mean… shit, from what I’ve seen, you could probably write a better campaign than he could.” 

“Oh yeah…?” You tilted your head curiously. “Well, what about you?” 

“What about me?”

“Could you write a better campaign?”

Your question caught Eddie off guard. He closed his mouth and thought about it for a minute. “Well, I… I mean, yeah, I definitely could. It’s funny you mention that, actually, because I started working on a campaign last year, but I never got around to finishing it.” 

“Really?” you said. “Why’s that?” 

“Uhh… I dunno, honestly. I guess I just lost inspiration.” Eddie could think of no better way to put it. One day, he simply set down his notebook and never touched it again. “Plus, Scottie doesn’t really let anyone else DM, so there’s basically no point.” 

“Well, that’s too bad,” you said. “I’m curious to see what kinda campaign you’d come up with.” 

Eddie felt his face get warm. What kinda campaign would you like? he almost asked, but the question got stuck in his throat.

You got up and reached for your backpack. “Anyway,” you went on with a nervous flutter, “there’s a second reason I wanted to talk to you. Actually, it’s the main reason I wanted to talk to you, so… here.” 

You handed him a piece of paper. Eddie looked it over, front and back. 

“It’s a character sheet,” he said. “You working on a new character or something?”

“No, it’s for you. See?” You poked the top of the page with your index finger. “It’s for your demon master—you know, the one that your character made an unholy pact with? The source of all your dark power? I made a character sheet for him… or it. Do demons even have genders?” 

Eddie kept staring at the paper, feeling both elated and overwhelmed by its existence. “Uh, I dunno, but… Wait, what is this for, exactly?” 

“Well, last night I was reading The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde because I’ve been on this really weird Gothic literature kick lately—you know, like Frankenstein, The Turn of the Screw, Dracula and, naturally, just about anything by Poe. Anyway, so while I was reading, I started thinking about your character” 

Eddie’s heart jogged. You were thinking about my character? 

“and the demon he made a pact with, and I thought it’d be kinda cool if there was a chance your character could get possessed by that demon for a little while, and he like becomes evil and tries to kill us or something. Then I got weirdly inspired at two in the morning—don’t ask why I was still up at two in the morning—and I made this!” You put your hands on your hips and beamed at him. “So, what do you think?” 

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I…” He didn’t know what to say. Eddie had never given much thought to the demon featured in his character’s backstory, yet in one night you had managed to produce a fully customized character sheet for the creature. It was absolutely… 

“… stupid, isn’t it?” 

(You think my story’s stupid?)

Eddie lowered the paper and looked at you. Your once-brilliant smile had collapsed into a dismal, disheartened frown that seemed… strangely familiar. It brought a pang to Eddie’s chest. 

“You think it’s really stupid, huh?” you said while playing with the frayed hem of your sweater sleeve. “Right… Well, in my defense, I was really sleep deprived when I wrote that. Also, when I get an idea, I sometimes tend to obsess over it, you know? Like I go deep down that rabbit hole like Alice in Wonderland and I do some crazy shit, like writing an extensive and thoroughly researched biography for a character that isn’t even mine.” You opened your mouth to laugh, but nothing came out. “Wow, that sounds even more insane when I say it out loud! You know what, I’ll just take that back and, uh, burn it…” 

You reached for the paper. Eddie pulled it away. 

“You talk a lot,” he said. “Anyone ever tell you that?” 

You shook your head. “No… quite the opposite, actually. Most people think I’m really shy.” 

“Really?” said Eddie. “See, I never got that impression from you.”

A flush of modesty tinged your face. You looked down at your sneakers and responded in a quiet, bashful voice: “Well, that’s… because you’re weird.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, smiling at you for the first time in his life. He was surprised by how naturally it came to him. “Yeah, that’s probably why.” 

His smile grew. “First of all, don’t ever call your ideas stupid, okay? ‘Cause they aren’t. Second, this is really great. Thank you for taking the time to make this for me. It’s actually very impressive.” 

That made you stand a little taller, a little prouder. You pointed at the page. “See, I even drew a little portrait…” 

“Yeah, I saw that,” Eddie said, amused. “You’re a terrible artist.” 

For that, you gave him a half-hearted shove, giggling as you did. Eddie laughed along with you… until Scott Sloman appeared at the top of the stairs with a VHS tape in his hand. 

“Hey,” he said to you, “you wanna watch some Monty Python?” 

Your whole face scrunched up with discomfort. “Uh, no… I really should be getting home.” You slung your backpack over your shoulder and turned to leave. To Eddie, you said, “I’ll, umm, see you Friday?”

“Yeah… See ya.” A smile tugged at his mouth as he watched you go. Then, when you were halfway up the stairs, he said, “Get some sleep, okay?” and you gave him a look that made his stomach flip. 

“Right,” you said, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. “Yeah, I’ll try…” 

Scottie, blissfully unaware, fluttered a flirtatious farewell as you passed. “Bye-bye now,” he drawled, and once you were gone, he leaned against the doorframe and breathed a dreamy sigh. “Such a delicate flower… Don’t you love it when girls play hard to get?” 

“Not nearly as much as you do,” Eddie said while studying the character sheet you made him. One section in particular had him chuckling. Favorite food: the souls of his victims? Eddie imagined you lying on your bed, half asleep and drooling, as you scrawled away with your pen, and that made this line even funnier. He pushed his face into the paper and snickered. 

“What’s that you got?” Scottie asked, peering over Eddie’s shoulder. 

Eddie pressed the paper flat against his chest. “Hmm? Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just a character sheet.” 

(So why did he feel the need to hide it?)

“Oh?” Scottie said, sounding only mildly interested. “Are you developing a new character for the campaign? Finally retiring that angsty wizard you love so much?”

“He’s not a wizard, he’s a warlock,” Eddie said. “And, uhh… no, this is just something Y/N made.” 

“Y/N made it? For you?” 

“Yeah, I guess.” 

And that’s when Scottie took a huge step back, his lips curling into a Cheshire Cat grin. “Oh boy,” he said, as his eyes sparked to life with devilish glee. “Well, there it is.” 

“There what is?”

“You were wondering why she suddenly wanted to join our campaign, right?” Scottie motioned toward the paper. “Well, there’s your answer, pal. The kid’s got a little crush on you, Munson. Congrats, man, you finally caught one!” 

Laughing, Scottie mashed his palm into Eddie’s short crop of brown hair. Eddie knocked him away. 

“Yeah, okay, very funny…” 

“You don’t believe me? Okay, let’s recap, shall we? Uhh, she’s always around.”

“Like a harbinger of misfortune.” 

“She’s always giggling at you.” 

“Snickering. Cackling.” 

“She, completely out of nowhere, decides she wants to spend her summer in a stuffy basement with us losers instead of hanging out at the pool with all her friends.” 

“I have a theory about that, actually.”  

“Yeah, and I bet it’s as dumb as all your other bullshit theories.” Scottie put his hand on Eddie’s shoulder and said, “Dude, the girl created a character for you. That means she was thinking about you. In our world, that’s practically a love letter.” 

Eddie felt his chest tighten at those words. Scottie frowned and worked up some fake tears. “Awww, she’s gonna be so heartbroken when you leave… Let her down gently, will ya, Munson? They’re so fragile at that age.” 

“Dude, shut up!” Eddie said, and pushed Scottie’s hand away. “She doesn’t like me, okay? Can we please drop it now?” 

“Hey, I’m just as mystified by this as you are, but facts are facts.” 

“I mean, why would she even like me?” 

“Well, it’s definitely not because of your dazzling personality,” Scottie quipped, earning a glare from his best friend. “Look, I dunno, maybe she’s got a thing for socially awkward guitarists with daddy issues. Who cares? It’s a fricken twelve-year-old! Stick that tiny feather in your cap and move on. We’re going to high school, man. The big leagues!” 

“You’ve seen who she hangs out with, right?”

Scottie’s jaw dropped. “Why are we still talking about this? That’s middle school shit, man. We’re past all that now.” 

“All the cheerleaders, all the jocks, Jason Carver…” 

“And what, you think she’s a spy or something? You think Jason Carver sent her here to learn all our nerdy secrets? Listen to me, man: the popular kids don’t give a shit how we spend our summer vacation, okay? We’re just a passing amusement to them, dude, a way to kill time while they wait for school to end. As soon as they walk out those doors, we no longer exist to them, so stop giving them so much of your attention.” 

Eddie went quiet, letting those words sink in for a minute. Then he took a deep breath through his nose and said with absolute confidence, “She doesn’t like me.” 

“Oh my god, again with this…” Scottie put his head between his hands and squeezed. “Okay, fine! You’re right, Munson, she doesn’t like you. In fact, nobody likes you. Why would they? You’re a major downer, a single grey storm cloud in an otherwise sunny sky. There, you happy now?” 

“Yes,” Eddie said, “thank you.” 

“Yeah, you’re welcome,” Scottie said, and made a dismissive motion with his hand. “Now, do you wanna watch Monty Python with me or not?”

Eddie cracked a smirk. “No, I gotta get home.” 

He picked up his dice pouch and tossed it into the open pocket of his backpack. Then he carefully tucked the character sheet into his binder, admiring it for a second before putting it away. On his way out, he said to Scottie, “Oh, by the way, I think I’m gonna try something new with my character at the next session.” 

Scottie stood at the bottom of the stairs, blinking in disbelief. “You, Eddie Munson, wanna try something new?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie said, feeling inspired. “Yeah, I do.”

And that’s when everything changed. Not suddenly, but gradually, naturally, as naturally as the winter snow melts in the spring, as night fades and turns to day. 

No longer was Eddie Munson the one who took the game way too seriously, the one who stuck firmly to the rules and shut down anyone’s attempt to deviate from them, the one who never so much as cracked a smile because that would betray the very essence of his dark and brooding character… Yeah, that guy was long gone, lying at the bottom of the trash bin along with Eddie’s old crumpled-up campaign, and Eddie had no intention of ever digging him out again. 

For the first time in a long time, Eddie was excited about what the future had in store for him. Every day felt like a brand new adventure, full of twists and turns that had him smiling, laughing, gasping, and (sometimes) screaming. 

On Thursday nights, he would barely be able to sleep because he was so eager to wake up the next morning and rush to Scottie’s house… 

to that basement… 

where you were sitting, waiting for him.  

Eddie rested his head on his palm while he watched you update your adventure journal, something you did during every break like it was a homework assignment. The rest of the guys were eating pizza in the kitchen. You and Eddie were supposed to join them a while ago, but neither of you were in a hurry to head upstairs. 

Your lips curled into a smile when you caught Eddie staring at you. “What?” you whispered, as if you weren’t the only two in the room. 

“Nothing,” he said. “I’m just wondering what you write about in that thing.” 

“In this?”

“Yes, in that. I’ve never seen anyone keep such a detailed log.” 

“Oh,” you said. “Is that weird?”

“No, not really. I just never took you for a diary keeper, that’s all.” 

Your nose wrinkled adorably. “Yeah, I’m not. Or not usually, anyway. I’m just trying to keep a record of everything: all the quests my character’s completed, all the people she’s met, funny things she’s witnessed…” Your face darkened all of a sudden, and when you spoke again your voice was small and tight, as if you were struggling to hold something in. “I just don’t wanna forget all this once the campaign’s over, you know?” 

Eddie smirked, thinking he understood. “Well, at the rate we’re going, I don’t think we’ll ever finish this campaign.”

Honestly, he hoped you never did. 

“So,” he went on casually, “have you written anything about me?” 

“Eh, a little… maybe like one page.” 

“One page?” 

“Well, the back of one page.” 

“The back of one page? I don’t even get a full page? Wow, I really need to step up my game, huh? Clearly, my performance isn’t cutting it for you.” 

“Yeah, it really isn’t.” Your smile was teasing but so, so sweet. “You’re not fully committed to your character, Munson. I just don’t feel it, you know? I need more. I need you to completely let yourself go, okay? I wanna see you jumping on chairs, running around, getting in people’s faces…” 

“So, basically, you want me to make an ass of myself.” 

“Oh yes. Always.” You tossed your head to the side and giggled. “I wanna see you totally unhinged, Munson. When you get possessed, I need you to go full Linda Blair with that shit. I wanna see some head-spinning, projectile-vomiting… I could do without the crucifix thing, though, because that would be a touch too explicit for your general audience.” 

Eddie said, “Yeah, I don’t know what any of that means.” 

“Linda Blair? The Exorcist?” 

“Never seen it.” 

“Seriously, you’ve never seen The Exorcist? The greatest horror movie of all time? Well, you know, apart from Night of the Living Dead, but that’s just my personal preference. I love George A. Romero.”

Eddie shrugged. “Yeah, I don’t really like horror movies.” 

“Really?” You sounded genuinely shocked, and a little disappointed. “But you’re so Halloween-themed.” 

“Halloween-themed?” Eddie grimaced. “What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Nothing, it’s not an insult or anything… In fact, Halloween just happens to be my favorite holiday.” You nudged Eddie with your elbow, and he pulled away. That made you go quiet for a second, sulking like a child who just got scolded for something they didn’t know was wrong. “It’s just, I dunno, you’ve got this whole Prince of Darkness vibe going on. Naturally, I always assumed—”

“I’m Eddie Munster,” Eddie said with a sneer, “so I must be obsessed with horror movies, right?” 

“Hey, don’t put words in my mouth, okay? I didn’t say that. And just for the record, I’ve never bought into the whole ‘Eddie Munster’ thing, anyway. It’s a lazy joke, and it doesn’t even make that much sense. You don’t look a thing like Eddie Munster. He’s got that crazy widow’s peak and he’s a werewolf, which always kinda confused me, if I’m being honest. Like, his mom is Dracula’s daughter and his dad is one of Frankenstein’s monsters… How do genetics even work in that universe? Like, is his mom also part werewolf? Is lycanthropy a recessive gene? These are the kinda questions that keep me up at night.” 

You were going off on another tangent. Eddie patiently waited for you to find your way back; and once you did, your eyes went straight to him. 

“My point is, Eddie Munster’s a very stupid nickname. Whoever thought that one up is seriously lacking brain cells.” 

The corner of your mouth rose into a half-humorous smile, causing Eddie’s stony gaze to soften and glow with adoration. He sat there for a while, spellbound and speechless, and when his voice finally returned, it blurted out a question that startled you both. 

“Why are you here?” he asked, and you drew back a little, your brows knitted together in confusion. 

“You’re… popular,” he went on, “and you play volleyball and—”

“So because I play volleyball, I’m automatically a jock or something?” You scoffed at that, your mouth hanging open in wry amusement. “I’m on the gold team, Eddie, the worst team. We’re basically a bunch of rejects that would’ve gotten cut if there had been actual tryouts. My parents thought it’d be good for me to join a sport, so I picked volleyball because… why not? And it’s kinda fun, I guess. We almost beat the white team once. It was almost this huge upset.” 

“Wow,” Eddie said, “I’m almost impressed,” and that made you laugh for a minute, but only for a minute.

“I’m not popular,” you said, “not even a little. My best friend, Chris, she’s the popular one. She’s the one everyone wants, and I’m just her carry-on luggage. And yeah, I guess that gets me a seat at the lunch table, but that doesn’t exactly make me part of the club. Her friends aren’t my friends. They hardly even talk to me. Chris could drop me tomorrow if she wanted, and then I’d be eating lunch alone.” You winced a little as you said this, then hung your head and sighed. “I’m not popular, Munson, but it’s very flattering you think I am… I mean, at least I have somebody fooled, right?” 

You picked up your pencil and flipped to a new page. The resulting silence made Eddie’s chest hurt. 

“You wouldn’t have to eat alone,” he said, and saw your hand pause in mid-stroke. “There’s always an open seat for you at our table.” 

A faint, melancholy smile touched your lips. “Yeah, but you won’t be there.” 

Eddie drew in a quiet breath. As he looked at you now, you seemed so far away.

“Oh, right,” he said. “Yeah, I almost forgot.” 

Now all of Scottie’s jokes made a little more sense. (Let her down gently, will ya, Munson?) Now all of your diligent note-taking made a little more sense. For the longest time, Eddie thought you were just being overly sentimental about your first campaign, but that wasn’t it at all, was it? No, you were preparing for the end. Immortalizing your last campaign. 

The last campaign you two would ever play together. 

“You should go eat,” you said to him in a stuffy voice. “I’ll be up in a little bit.”

It’s amazing, the amount of clarity that comes with heartbreak. This dawned on Eddie Munson now, as he sat alone on the dirty floor of the women’s restroom. Here I am once again, getting ready to move on to the next stage of my life, and all I can think about is how badly I wanna stay with you.

Eddie’s hands closed around the bundled fabric of his jacket. It smelled a little like you now. 

I shouldn’t have walked up those stairs. I should’ve stayed down there with you and told you to fuck off when you tried to force me to leave. I should’ve told you that you had nothing to worry about. That I wasn’t gonna forget about you once I went to high school. I should’ve told you a lot of things that day, but I didn’t. You told me to leave, and I left. I walked up those stairs and I ate that cold, shitty pizza while you sat down there all alone… probably crying your eyes out. I was fourteen and an idiot. I’m still an idiot, but at least I have the balls to admit I like you now. 

And if you think I’m not about to get up and go running after you… well, then you’re an even bigger idiot than I am.

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second best- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Female!Reader

Summary: with chrissy now off to college with her boyfriend, jason, eddie turns to you and wants to begin a relationship, making you feel a certain way about being his second choice.

Warnings: angsty angst, second choice, more unrequited love(ik shocking coming from me), eddie being dumb

Request?: Yes

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: i got the most amazing request to do like a little women type of thing between chrissy, eddie, and chrissy’s sister inspired by the jo, laurie, and amy relationship and i thought it was absolutely brilliant, so here it is! also i’ve aged chrissy up to about 19 and reader is 18, while eddie is 20 :) enjoy! -sava

part one | part two | part three

The sun was shining high in the August air, the heat mixed with all the physical activity you and your family had been doing making you exhausted. Taking a break, you watch from the front porch as Chrissy and your parents close the trunk to Jason’s car, packed to the brim with her things and ready to join her on her college journey. Jason talks with your parents a bit as you watch Chrissy begin to cry. You weren’t ready to not have your big sister in your life every day, hours away cheering from some collegiate team as she pretends to study for a future career. You knew your sister, but maybe college would be different. Regardless, it was still a sad day for the Cunningham household.

Jason and Chrissy applied to the same colleges, and he had head up weeks ago to bond with his basketball teammates and sign the lease agreement on their apartment, that way your parents wouldn’t have to make the journey with Chrissy on the road to go help set things up. Their plan was to fly out tomorrow to help the both of them unpack the rest of their things and get them as settled as possible before coming back home to you. You didn’t want to go if you were going to be honest, saving yourself some pain if you just say goodbye now. Plus, you wanted your parents to be able to spend some time with their first born and favorite child before she left the nest.

Chrissy starts walking up to you and you rise to your feet, looking down as she meets you on the porch of your childhood home. She nudges you in the stomach and you look up at her, tears in her eyes with her mascara running a bit. You feel your lip quivering and quickly pull her into a hug, your grip on her strong and crying into her shoulder as she does the same.

“I’m gonna miss you, you know,” you tell her. She pulls back from your hug and wipes her nose and tears on her sleeve, flashing you a smile.

“I’m gonna miss you too. You can come visit anytime you want, we’ll have a spare room and a couch,” she tells you. You smile at her and she wraps her arm around your shoulder as you head towards Jason’s car. Down the road, you hear the booming of loud music carry down your street, the all familiar van that belonged to Eddie Munson, the town outcast…the man who stole your heart.

You’ve had a crush on Eddie for the longest time, ever since your freshman year at Hawkins High. He was a junior and led the Hellfire club, which was never your particular interest but you thought about joining it to get closer to the metalhead. You found yourself attending his gigs at the Hideout every Tuesday, cheering on his band from the very small crowd. The feelings you felt towards him were deep, always smiling in his presence and adoring his little quirks and his eccentric theatrics. 

The only problem with being in love with the Eddie Munson was that he did not reciprocate your feelings. His eyes were set on another member of the Cunningham family. Your sister, Chrissy.

He let it slip to you one night when you two were quite drunk that he’s had a thing for Chrissy since middle school, adoring her tooth-filled smile and strawberry blonde ponytail, being able to spot her from a mile away and always lighting up when she walked in the room. To say it hurt was an understatement, as you’ve always been compared to your sister in every aspect of your life. You both had struggled with your weight as children, with Chrissy being able to lose it faster than you did, and boy did she make that known to you.

You weren’t a cheerleader like Chrissy, settling for joining the newspaper, debate club, and Hellfire rather than trying to force yourself into the jock crowd like your sister. Sure, they would try to let you in and welcome you to the best of their abilities if you chose to go that route in your high school career, but you decided the life of academia mixed with fun was more your speed. AP classes, state-wide competitions, hell, you thought about running for class president, but decided against it when Nancy Wheeler offered you the spot as lead editor for the school paper. But that achievement was overshadowed when you walked through the door after Chrissy beat you home, announcing her full-ride cheer scholarship to an amazing school hours away.

The love you felt for Chrissy was real, truly. You both would spend a lot of time with one another when you weren’t focussed on your extra circulars and personal lives. But there would always be that small part of you that would never be able to truly be separate from her. Both your parents comparing you to her, and you expected it more than ever as you enter your senior year. 

With a slam of his van door, Eddie walks out with a small box in his hand, a smile smeared on his face as he approaches the two of you.

“Well hello Cunninghams,” he greets you. Blushing, you wave at him and break away from Chrissy, going in for the first hug. The cigarette smell and cheap beer linger on him from the night before, soothing your nerves a bit with his signature Eddie scent. You pull back and go closer to Chrissy, trying to continue the facade of keeping your feelings to yourself and yourself only. You watch as he turns to Chrissy, his smile widening as they go in for a hug.

“I got you something,” Eddie tells her, holding out his arm. Her eyes brighten and she takes the box. 

“What is it?” She asks.

“It’s a surprise, so don’t open it around anyone, okay? Especially that dickhead of a boy-“

“You want something, freak?” You turn and see Jason standing there a few feet away. Eddie backs up a few steps, not wanting to start anything.

“Relax Jason, you know we’re friends,” Chrissy tells him, walking closer to him and wrapping her arms around his torso. You were never a fan of Jason, your feelings for Eddie aside. He was rude to everyone who was different from him, except you, only because you’re related to his girlfriend. Chrissy was protective of you and he knew that, so he always put on his best behavior in front of you and your parents. But you saw the way he treated the rest of the Hellfire members at school and basically anyone who wasn’t a jock or sort-of popular. It made your blood boil having to interact with this two-face prick, but you knew Chrissy really liked him for some reason, so swallowing your pride for the sake of her happiness was something you could manage. 

Watching Chrissy place Eddie’s gift in the car, you turn to him and nudge him in the stomach, pulling him back from whatever reality he fixated on as he stared at Chrissy. He looks down at you and smiles, using your shoulder to prop himself up. The height difference between the two of you killed you every time, and he made sure to poke fun at it any chance he got.

“Are we still on for tomorrow, movie night at your place?” You ask him.

“Of course sweetheart. I’m running to Family Video to pick up the goods later, and to talk to Harrington about something.”

“Good. Not sure how I feel about staying home late at night alone since Mom and Dad will be up with Chrissy. They’ve never left me alone before,” you explain to him.

“Well you’re 18 now, so that just means they trust you more. Plus with your sister with you a majority of the time, you’ve never really had to stay by yourself,” he tells you, offering some reassurance. 

“That’s true I suppose. Guess it’s something I’m going to have to start getting used to.”

You look up at him and your eyes make contact for a brief moment, allowing the air working its way out to hitch in your throat. Those big brown eyes were always a weakness of yours, it was your favorite quality about him, other than his nurturing side.

“We should probably get going, Chris,” Jason says loud enough for everyone to hear. You break away from Eddie and watch as Chrissy makes her rounds of goodbye between some friends that had been there already and you and your family. You give her a squeeze and feel your tears brim your eyes once more. Pulling away, she makes her way to Eddie, a sad expression on his face as his towering figure envelops her in a hug. Your smile twitches for a moment, seeing how sad Eddie was to say goodbye, still not having told her how he really felt, but also because of all the emotions you knew he was bottling up inside continued to make the hopes of ever being with him grow less and less.

Hoping in the passenger seat, Chrissy turns and waves at everyone as Jason starts the car, rolling down the road of your neighborhood and driving off into the distance, off to start their newest chapter. With a sigh, you turn back to Eddie, who still has a mopey look on his face.

“I should probably get going myself. Promised Henderson I’d hang out with him today at the arcade,” he tells you, his hands digging into the front pockets of his ripped up black jeans as he relaxes his shoulders. You flash him a small smile, internally basking in how good he looked when he seemed a bit more relaxed.

“Okay Eds, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” You ask. He simply nods and scurries off to his van, starting the engine and the booming sound of Metallica flooding your street. You wave at him as he speeds off, waiting to wipe the smile off your face until after you’ve spun around and close the front door of your house behind you.

Knocking on the door to his trailer, you swing back and forth on the tips of your converse covered toes, swinging the six pack you picked up on the way a bit, but not too much. You were wearing a knee length black dress with long flowing sleeves, wanting to feel a bit pretty during your errands you ran earlier after dropping your parents off at the airport. Picking up some groceries for the days you’d be alone, running the Family Video to say hi to Steve and Robin and pick a movie to watch, in case Eddie picked something you ended up not liking, and a few more places around town, you thought why not look good doing so? 

The noise of tumbling around from inside Eddie’s trailer concerns you a bit, before being met face to face with your favorite metalhead as he swung open the door. His hair was disheveled and a bottle of beer rested in his hands.

“Welcome back to my castle,” he slightly slurs out, his form scooting slightly to make room for you to pass through the threshold. 

“Looks like you started without me,” you say, taking in his surroundings. A few empty beer bottles were scattered around his kitchen and living room and papers were thrown around everywhere. 

“If it helps, some are from last night,” he hiccups, carefully working his way back to the couch and plopping himself down. You let out a small sigh, placing your six pack down and grabbing a bottle for yourself after fishing out a few of the movies you rented earlier.

“I know you went to Family Video yesterday, but I brought back up movies just in case,” you tell him, waving around the tapes and placing them on the coffee table, seating yourself next to him. You watch him run his hand through his hair as his face scrunches.

“Oh nooo. I forgot to go, I’m sorry Y/N,” he whines out. You chuckle and place your hand on his knee for reassurance. 

“Relax, Eds. That’s why I always come prepared,” you say, rising from your spot. You go through the tapes and pick one, crouching by his television set and popping it into the VCR.

“You’re the best, you know that? Like the best best, ever,” he lets out, his voice all happy and cheerful, making you laugh to yourself. Turning back, you sit back down and pop open your beer and bringing the glass bottle to your lips as you chug some of the malty concoction. 

About two hours into your movie night, the two of you just put in your second film and you were one and a half bottles of beer in, while Eddie was working on finishing his third since you’ve been there. He had a buzz for sure, but he has a high tolerance, but in regards for alcohol and weed. Your head rests against his very broad shoulder, as it usually does when you’ve been drinking during your movie nights.

Beneath you, you feel Eddie shift a bit, turning to look his way and seeing his eyes on you, face mere inches from yours. You give him a small smile and turn your attention back to the movie, before feeling his ring clad fingers brush against the warmth of your cheek, turning your head back to him. You watch his eyes move from your own down to your lips, slowly inching closer to you until his lips were latched to yours. Your inebriated was causing you to just sit there, allowing his lips to move against yours. The alcohol was strong on his breath, but his lips were soft and now tasted like your cherry lip gloss. You felt like you couldn’t process what was happening for a moment.

Until you felt Eddie lean further into the kiss, his actions becoming a bit rougher and more intense. That’s when it hit you that this was actually happening. 

“Eddie, what the hell?” You ask, pulling away from him as you scoot away from him on the couch. The buzz you were feeling moments before quickly dissipates as you look to Eddie with confusion written across your features. His face scrunches in confusion, matching your own as he leans up on his elbows to look at you.

“What do you mean? I was kissing you. You know what that is, right?” He asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Yes, silly. I just…where’s this coming from?” You ask.

“Why does it matter? Can’t I just kiss you?” He leans towards you again, but you put your hand out against his chest to stop him.

“Stop, please. I’m just confused. You’ve always had a thing for Chrissy,” you explain, your heart banging against your chest. Sure, you have dreamed about this situation countless times, but never did you think it’d happen so out of the blue. Where was this coming from?

“Well she’s gone with Jason, so what does that matter?” He huffs out, his arms slinging up as he speaks. You could feel your heart slowing cracking at the sight of him so upset at the mention of your sister. He still liked her, it was totally obvious. Some small part of you was beginning to think he never would stop. So why was he trying to kiss you?

“I know, but-“

“Look, do you not want this, Y/N? I’m putting myself out there and you’re just dodging around it,” he asks, turning his entire body towards you to gauge a reaction from you. Playing with your hands in your lap, your eyes make friends with the couch beneath you, not wanting to look up and see Eddie’s disappointed look.

“You don’t get it,” you whisper.

“What was that? I can’t hear you.”

“I said you don’t get it,” you tell him louder, rising off the couch and walking a few feet away from him, beginning to pace around his living room. “I have been second best to Chrissy my entire life. I’m not a good enough daughter, not a good enough popular student, hell there’s a lot more. So you sitting here and trying to get with me after years of pining after Chrissy is physically hurting me Eddie. I’m not going to be the girl you settle for because you can’t have her,” you explain to him, your arms failing about as you try to get through to him. His face is emotionless as you speak, the gears turning in his head trying to form a coherent thought due to his drunken state.

“It hurts even more knowing that I’ve been in love with you for years,” you let out softly. 

“Wait what?” He whispers, standing on his own feet and trying to come closer to you. You take a few steps back, not knowing if you could trust yourself if you got too close to Eddie. You were vulnerable and putting your heart on the line, plus you have alcohol in your system, causing all inhibitions sober you would normaly have go flying out the window.

“Don’t act like you’ve never noticed the way I’ve look at you. I’m sure the Hellfire boys will know exactly what I’m talking about. Hell, I feel like I’m so bad at hiding my true feelings about you that even Chrissy herself knows!” you scream. You didn’t know what you were saying, the words just pouring from your lips as you spoke.

“Chrissy, I mean Y/N shit. Please let’s just sit down and-“

Are you fucking serious? You scoff at the mention of your sister’s name, your heart dropping into your stomach as you turn from him, swallowing the sob that so badly wanted to escape pass your lips.

“You know what? I don’t think I want to be here right now. I need some time away from you Eddie, I can’t talk or even think about this anymore right now,” you tell him, gathering your things and stuffing them in the small bag you carried with you. 

“You were the one who said you didn’t want to be alone tonight,” Eddie points out. He had a point, but you couldn’t have seen this happening tonight, so given the circumstances, you’d overcome that barrier sooner rather than later. You continue gathering your things, ejected the movie from the VCR and shoving it in your bag then slinging it over your shoulder.

“I think I’ll manage,” you spit out, your voice filled with venom. You see Eddie frown out of the corner of your eye, fighting the urge to lunge at you and hold you tight in his arms in an attempt to keep you from leaving. But even he knew you were hard headed and stubborn, having your mind made up and not thinking otherwise. 

“Y-you’ve been drinking, Y/N, you can’t drive like this, I won’t let you,” he says, moving slightly closer to you. He runs his fingers through his hair hurriedly, brushing his bangs back as a sign that he was getting overwhelmingly nervous. You turn back to look at him, the tears in your eyes on the brink of falling.

“Then I’ll walk. Goodbye Eddie,” you say, taking a few steps towards the door and passing through it while slamming it behind you in one fell swoop, leaving Eddie stunned by your confession and your actions. What the hell just happened? 

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