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clarks-letterman · 2 years

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I was summoned!Jason craver x male reader

Where m/n is Chrissy innocent twin brother and Jason and came over her house to to take her out but she’s not home so the m/n decided to let him until Chrissy comes back, turns out she went to a have girl sleepover at friends house on a school night.And M/n let Jason stay the night an let Jason sleep on the couch some min later , Jason couldn’t fall asleep the first time so he took his shirt off then try and sleep but couldn’t so he got up to get some water only to see m/n only in his boxers . Let’s just say it just ended up him fucking m/n the kitchen hard and rough

i can't think of a title-

a/n — i am so sorry for this taking so long! it snowballed into being my longest fic, and i rushed the smut so you wouldn't have to wait- (btw i can change the smut, i know it sounds stupid but i kinda hate that i rushed it :// )

warnings — 18+! Minors and fem!aligned DNI! internalized homophobia, smut, bareback (wrap before you tap!), jason carver has a big dick ;)

summary — check the request!

words — 3.9k

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Soft ramblings came from the television as it ran through the loops of magnetic tape, playing out the entirety of Ferris Bueller's Day Off—a personal recommendation from the hair master himself at the Family Video, along with an old copy of Fast Times at Ridgemont High he let you keep. He said that his friend found it redundant to their romantic life, but you were too confused why he lent it to you to care since your rental history refuted anything about it being your kind of movie. And, well, it wasn't. It sat in the tape player for a total of five minutes before you shut it off, replacing it with what was currently filling the background noise. You tipped the couch cushion from sitting slightly too far forward to work on next week's homework, relying on the coffee table to keep yourself steady.

The sun half-slid down the white finish of the wall, making it nearly impossible to tell the color with the golden shine pouring in. It tainted the television with a glare, vanishing in the shade for only a moment as a car pulled into the driveway. Sounding aloud by the tires treading the cemented pathway until it faded, followed by the thud of a car door slamming shut. Time carried a knock from the double set of mahogany doors as the person meandered the small sidewalk leading to the front porch within seconds. You shot up and answered it by the time the third knock struck.

Behind it stood Jason, a smile as vibrant as the floral bouquet in his hands formed when you opened the door. They radiated an air of sweetness that challenged the dominating cologne that hung on his letterman jacket, the spicy bite reaching toward you by a petal's length first.

“Hey, Cunningham, Chris home?”

“Sorry, Jason, you missed her by an hour. Something important?” you kept a hold on the side of the door, ready to wing it shut if anything happened.

“No, surprise date since she said your parents weren’t home,” he explained, letting the flowers defeatedly hang from the bottom up in his lowered hand.

“Oh,” your hand tightened on the door, the temptation to keep his distance growing as the conversation carried.

Jason leaned his free arm against the doorframe, moving closer to you. The door would have to stay open, “Can I come in?”

Jason was intimidating, but not by his own choice. He was never in control of how the things he did affected you; he had a charm that wooed you over and an understanding about you that others failed to grasp, even with how little time you spent together. But, you often had to remind yourself that he was only being nice, and none of it was his fault in how you interpreted it. There was no problem with everything he did to make you fall in love with him. It came with the standard conflicts of wanting to date your sister's boyfriend. They were happy, and you were a creep. That was why you often tried to get out of spending time with him and Chrissy. Being the third wheel was bad enough already, but being the second person in the room to have feelings for the same guy was even worse.

You tried to talk him out of it, hoping he would follow the direction you urged him toward, “Uh, you don’t have to. Chrissy won’t be back until tomorrow. I'll see you then?”

He took hold of your shoulder with a soft grip and held an equally warm smile as before, “Doesn’t mean I can’t spend time with you. We can have some one-on-one guy time, bro. I think that out of everyone in Chris’ family, I haven’t gotten to hang out with you much, and it would be a waste of gas to drive back home, anyways.”

There it was: that stupid Jason charm. Overly kind and friendly, alongside a look that you could never utter the word no to—a natural boy-next-door, no matter how far apart you lived. It became complicated to pinpoint precisely how you felt, given that a guide for who you were remained untyped and unsaid by anyone brave enough to give in to their urges like yours. If Jason was the boy-next-door, you were the Hawkins' hermit.

He passed by you and into the living room, taking your silence as an invitation and reacquainting himself with the walls he had spent hours enclosed by when he watched movies with Chrissy or the big basketball game of the season with your dad. He even joined in on your mom's infrequent binges of various cooking shows and seasons of General Hospital, but none of it was ever with you. Never while you watched the latest release or whatever was playing on cable. The more you thought about it, the more you realized that you weren't as avoidant of Jason as you thought. Was he the one who had made an effort to avoid you?

“Aw, good taste. I love this movie!” you joined Jason in the living room, seeing him standing in the golden rays, holding a finger to the television screen.

The copy of Fast Times sat atop the player for Jason to see. His hand traveled from the screen to the tape, picking it up and scanning over the title, "This one's fucking awesome! Tell me, why haven't we hung out more? If I knew you were into this, we could've had so much fun at Benny's place the other night."

"What do you mean?"

He placed it back on the tape-player, "You know, like movies and...stuff."

He said it so casually that you were sure it was the banal genre that a preparatory jock like him would pick out. But you still asked, "What kind?"

He slowly cracked a smile, followed by a laugh, "The kind they don't sell at Family Video."

You let out a forced, dry chuckle to act like you were aware of what he was referencing, your stale giggle joining in strident harmony with his enriched one. After a moment of letting the room fall silent, Jason moved so that he was now filling the space of your dad's bistered recliner, the cushions welcoming him into a world of well-worn ecstasy. You joined him in watching the movie on the adjoining couch and slipped into a comfortable position.

Eventually, you left the seat open to switch out the tapes in the video player, letting it cool for a moment but returning with a heated knowing of embarrassment. The movie advertised a few scenes with nudity, and either gender was bound to make the room fill with an uncomfortable silence. For the first half-an-hour of the film, it was tolerable. There were jokes you didn't get and conflicts that seemed silly, but the scenes of overly exposed women or men had yet to arrive. But, the second half of that hour proved to be the issue.

Fifty-three minutes and five seconds was when things started to go downhill. The main girl of the film lost her top after coming on to her best friend's brother, and what was underneath it plagued the screen. They didn't tempt you, unlike they had for Jason, who, from the corner of your eye, smirked at the television as his hand slid from the chair's arm to his denim-clad crotch, slightly grazing the area. You started to think that this movie was not the right idea to have either of you watching, considering that it was pretty damn close to real life—something you wanted to escape from at the moment. You tried to block out the remainder of the movie and whatever Jason was doing by not watching it, leaning your head back, and sinking deep into the couch.

The moon crawled along the sun's path, letting the light from inside fill the house. They spoke with a soft blink and a buzz as they went out and flickered on into your ears, nudging you awake, "Did I fall asleep?"

It was almost rhetorical, but you hoped to tune out the movie, not throw off your sleep schedule for the night. Your eyes were met with the sight of salt-and-peppery static filling the screen, and to your right, Jason laid back in the recliner, eyes shut but not asleep. He remained unmoved, "I'll sleep here."

He slipped his sneakers past the heels with the point of the other and kicked them over the hassock, letting them fall with a gentle thud.

"You sure? You can stay in Chris' bed since she's not—yeah, you can sleep upstairs."

Jason kicked the footrest back into place with ease, taking a stand on the hardwood floor. He waved you off, "Nah, I can take your dad's chair. He's always sleepin' in it, so I'll see what the big deal is."

He reached for the green and yellow cuff of his letterman jacket, pulling his arm in the opposing direction that he tugged at the edge of his sleeve, slipping it out and doing the same to his other arm. You planned to head to bed but wanted to guarantee he had everything he needed. As if he hadn't spent dozens of nights here before. But he was a guest, and you were the only one home. He didn't know the house as you did. He didn't know of the way the air conditioning never worked right in the summer or how you had to kick the bottom-left corner of the fridge to get it to spit the ice out. So you stayed, just in case.

His hands retreated further up his body and to the neck of his polo, sliding it off as easy as his jacket had let him do. There Jason stood, in waist-high denim flares and nothing else. It wasn't surprising to see him like this, as he had done this before, on the first night he stayed over.

You remembered the first night like you had lived through it the night before; it was in the middle of summer when the sun baked the Earth to a record-breaking high in Hawkins. Your parents were wealthy but not profligate buyers, meaning that the only room with an air conditioner was their own, and the rest of you had to suffer. Barely catching a wink of sleep, you went to the kitchen for a cold glass of water to drink, anything to help stay cool in the triple-degree delirium. You entered the kitchen to find Jason executing the same plan you had come up with mere moments before, gulping down a nearly full glass in seconds, then turning to refill the cup. That was when you noticed he was only in a pair of tight, non-dyed briefs that struggled to fit in the area that they were fighting to keep contained.

It was when you realized your feelings for Jason, two-thirty at night in nothing but the equivalent of a skimpy leaf. One tear and everything would be gone. But that was far from what you focused on at the moment. His body was nice to look at, but the intimacy made your stomach drop and caused your heart to double its pace. Never had another guy been so comfortable around you, going as far as to be nearly stripped down to nothing and still be as relaxed as he was. You had to remind yourself that he didn't know what you were at the time, and he still didn't know now. Later that day, when the sun scaled the wall, Chrissy announced to the family that she and Jason were official.

That was over a year ago, and Jason looked even more stunning. Age broke people, shattered them with time, but Jason wasn't susceptible to that. He went from pristine to unblemished, polished, highlighting his best feature that had only grown.

"Hope it's not a problem," he casually apologized, almost feeling as if he had to say it because it sounded puckish. It acted as a pricked hook, ready to tear you apart but still pulling your mangled mess of emotions to the surface to expose your darkest secret.

"Not at all," you struggled to get the words out, heading off to the stairs right after. Jason called out to you before you could reach the top, offering a quick, "goodnight," that you returned and veered into the hall and your bedroom.

You tried to get a wink of sleep, but nothing overtook the abyssal hole you fell into while trying not to think about Jason on the floor below you. It didn't help that you had just come from a few hours of shut-eye that now seemed impossible to regress into, but you knew that Jason was responsible for keeping you awake. Like many other things, it wasn't his fault—completely and utterly your own head's maladaptive ways. Earlier, it was so easy to fall asleep—ironically because you were near him—but now it felt unachievable to slip away for merely a moment. You figured that a drink—something warm and comforting—would soothe you to sleep, something flavorful to let your mind focus in on.

Jason felt similarly, looking at the white-daubed ceiling. He wished he could peer past—to see you, to see what you wore, how it clung to your body, and how easy it was to remove. He hated that it was his first thing to think of when it came to you, Chrissy's brother. He tried to rationalize it with the fact that you and Chrissy looked alike, and it just so happened to be that you were a guy. He almost convinced himself that what he saw in you was everything he loved about Chrissy, and that's the only reason he thought about you like that. Almost. Jason may have seen a bit of Chrissy in you, but the feeling he got was warmer and undeniably stronger than how he felt with Chrissy. If you and Chrissy looked the same, why did he feel so much different—so much better around you?

Jason kicked back the recliner again, fleeing to the kitchen for a bout of comfort if only temporary as it was. He put a hand under the faucet, bringing it and some water to his face. He needed to cool off and ease his head from everything he had trained himself not to think about while he was here. Smooth velvet crossed his face after he went for a towel.

"This is all stupid," he muttered, leaning against the sink with both hands. The dark outside couldn't help him. He could leave and not say bye, but then there would be lights at home, and he would have to see himself and all the ways he lies to himself there.

Bare feet padded along the cool tile of the kitchen, but it wasn't Jason's own. No, it was yours. He turned, careful not to let his jaw, or a sly comment, slip as he eyed your figure, bare except for a pair of low-hanging boxers.

"What is?" You asked, coolly heading for the cabinet next to him. Jason looked in your direction as you did, eyes slipping down the curve of your lower back and over your ass. He knew he shouldn't look, but you had been so oblivious to his unrequited glances in the past, whether it was at dinner or when you passed in the hall like two ships in the night.

But he struggled to keep it in. He let it out after fighting it for so long. No one was here. He wouldn't have to awkwardly meander to Chrissy's room and think about it for the rest of the night. He could redress himself and leave if you reacted poorly and bury himself in anything that wasn't your stupid, complicated family.

"Just...how everything is right now," he admitted.

You set the empty glass down and turned, much to Jason's dismay, to keep your glance trained on his melancholic expression.

"Is it about Chris?"

That was the only thing he didn't want to hear. Chrissy is what made this complicated, but he made it incomprehensible to sort out.

"It's more about you, actually."

"Oh," You weren't sure what to say other than that. But you didn't have time to think since he continued.

"You're prettier than her," Jason wasn't sure how to say it because he never allowed himself to, only thinking about it when you weren't around.

"Jason—," You interjected, trying to keep him careful with how he handled his words. The second you heard him say that, a small part of you found a glimmer of hope in his compliment. Or it could have been an admittance of his feelings. Whatever it was, the better part of you knew that he shouldn't be saying it at all, no matter how much you wanted him to.

"Stop, please. I need to tell you that I've been fighting something in me since I first came here. And this—this was the last I could take," Jason paused and motioned with his hand to direct toward your boxer-exclusive attire, "I thought it was because you look so much like her, but you're not."

He stopped talking and wrapped you in his arms, warm skin meeting boiling skin, ready to explode but tamed by him. Jason smelled like vanilla and cedarwood and a bit of himself, mixing with the smell of home, giving you a sense that he was home. That this was right. Deserved in the sense that this was what you wanted and longed for and was finally getting.

He pulled away too soon for your liking, but what he followed it with more than made up for it. The light couldn't shine on your face before Jason shadowed it. The space between you left as fast as it came, replaced by the small—but soft—touch of his lips to yours. It was hesitant like he didn't know what exactly to do. Jason kept his hands away from you, though, letting them fly down to reach for the button of his jeans, shoving them to his ankles once undone. Soon enough, you slipped into a passionate furrow, his fingers brushing against your jaw as yours kept a grip on his solid, well-buffed arms.

Jason struggled to find the words to describe how he felt, but there was this magical touch with each point of contact. He felt freer and resolute to take what he wanted from you; both your love and your body. The magic faded as your pressing effort into the kiss started to soften, and he was worried that you had your fill and started to have your doubts. But, in reality, you were ready to go further, even if that journey into the distant arrival was a walk in the dark.

Lips felt the lingering presence of the other's, and eyes held their stare for a silent moment.

"I'm ready, Jason," you asserted. You slipped your hand past the band of his boxers and into the soft, fabric chamber cradling his heavy girth. With only the feel of your fingers surrounding it, giving it a few tugs—understanding that it felt good by the twitch of Jason's face—you could tell it was long and a handful.

Jason kept his eyes on you instead of your hand, not allowing his icy blues to slip, "You know how to handle that thing?"

"Not at all," you proudly admitted. Jason made you feel accepted enough as it was, so another thing to be ashamed of was safe to say around him without eliciting a laugh.

A hand of Jason's took your wrist, reeling your hand from his boxers, "I can show you how to take it."

Jason wasn't being truthful when he offered that. He could show you with the make-shift fleshlight he kept in a drawer, but this was going to be more of a live demonstration for the real thing. He started yanking his boxers down carelessly. In turn, you took a position leaning over the sink, assuming that he would need access to somewhere along the backside of your body, but being wildly inexperienced, you didn't have the slightest clue for what. Briefly, you saw his manhood as you turned to the sink. From what you saw as he set it free, his cock had a bulbous tip that fed into a wider shaft with a few veins running along the length.

Jason's fingers hooked into the hem of your boxers, the cold air meeting your warmed skin. Your ass perked in the chill, and Jason was ready to let it warm against his defined hips. His hand took ahold of his length near the base, sliding his first two fingers to the tip for better aim. The other clamped to your waist, yanking your ass back, causing you to lean more and take a wider stance. He held his cock to your hole, toying with it for a moment.

"Fuck, you're nothing like her," His tip slipped in and out. Then, back in again, "So tight..."

All of that pent-up, building ferocity unleashed itself here as Jason pushed himself in. He was obsessed with how your hole quivered over the presence of his cock, and how the veins vanished and returned with each thrust in and out of you. He loved the exaggerated pop that came with pulling his cock out, teasing the tight-ringed muscle by circling his tip over it before your hole happily enveloped his cock for the whatever-numbered time. He lost count the second he started. His pumps into you were powerful, to the point that you were knocked forward against the sink. At least if the sudden and fast motions made you nautious, the sink stared back at you with an open gutter.

Your name spewed off like a cheer on his lips, repeated cries and pleas out to you, for you to feel good. It was obvious that Jason had been deprived of something like this for what must have been an eternity because only minutes had gone by and he was already a mess. That's when you peaked, your climax. Hearing Jason act desperately to resolve. Ropes of your load sprayed by his third and final thrust, with Jason shooting into you in the seconds following. He kept going, his cock growing slick and your hole emitting gushing sounds as his white-hot hit the tile below with a splat.

Jason unceremoniously pulled out, his cock going soft but still standing semi-proud at his work. Some more of his release piled on the floor, to which you were already heading for a towel. The small clock on the wall caught your eye, two-thirty-one.

On your way back, you asked the only question that came to mind in your clear-headed state, "What's going to happen between you and Chris and everyone else?"

Before you could clean up the mess made by both you and Jason, his warmth took you in, arms extending to hold you. You opened yours into the dark and unknowing, but into him. He was the light.

"We'll figure it out tomorrow."

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mamaestapa · 2 years

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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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Jason Carver SFW Alphabet

I was struggling with my kas eddie thing so i decided to take a break and do something for Carver. i know hes an asshole but i do have a soft spot for him. his death was bs and he was clearly in need of help that he didnt get. a terrible waste that he went from the pep rally high to dead in a serial killers attic in less than a week.

anyways long post under the cut

Edit : I forgot j like an idiot fool.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I've gotta be honest. Jason comes across as a shallow air head. The basketball equivalent of sharpee from highschool musical. BUT if any of yall have seen sharpee’s stand alone show/movie thing you'll know she's not quite as shallow as people make her out to be. Jason's affection is like that. He seems at first blush to be a cool guy but you can't think of anyone who’d put them as their emergency contact. Their first call when shit hits the fan. Then you get to know him away from his meat head friends, he can be quite genuine. I don't think he has the forethought to do this on purpose, but he can be very unintentionally sweet and soft with his words.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's a very hands on best friend, especially if it came to a shared hobby like basketball, hiking or swim team. I think he’d have a hard time with stuff he doesn't like, to pick a completely random example, someone who likes DnD. He can be pretty dismissive of ‘that nerd shit’ whatever that might be, it's less out of meanspiritedness and more wanting you to fit in so you can still hang out without damaging his cred. Maybe not the most noble of ideas but it comes from a good place and you have to remember, he is only 18.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

If you were alone or in a more closed off setting, yes I imagine he would like to cuddle. I can see Jason having a pastor dad who probably wasn't the most outwardly loving. He’s maybe a little cuddle starved. He seems like he'd be the type to throw his arm around your shoulder whenever he could, put his head in your lap or hold your hand in church. I don't think he's the type for spooning, probably not allowed to bring anyone home with him, but he might fall asleep against your shoulder while you watch a movie.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I struggled with this one. Jason gives me very white upper class traditional roles sort of vibes. He absolutely wants to get married, in fact i think he’s the type to be planning his dream wedding and dream spouse for years in advance. But I also think he sees himself as the stereotypical man in the relationship. He's expecting to marry someone who’ll be a homemaker while he goes off to work, maybe follow in his fathers footsteps. Bit of internalised misogyny/ toxic masculinity i think. His parents would certainly expect him to do chores when he was younger, but it was on sufferance and it's stopped now he has to focus on college (maybe a basketball scholarship?) He's never learned to cook or clean for himself, even for the pleasure of making food only he wants. If you're into the whole, trad wife/ husband/ spouse thing, maybe this could work out. If not you're going to need to make that clear because jason has a hard time reading sarcasm

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Say what you will about Carver in season 4, he knows how to be a gentleman to his partners. He’d take you on a date to say goodbye and try his level best to go on good terms. I imagine you'd have to do something pretty egregious to force his hand but I can also see him being told you're not the right partner for him by his parents, then twisting his arm. It's pretty clear that if Chrissy had survived she was going to dump Jason and if Chrissy was an 8 out of 10 on the Jason pain scale, you're an 11. All that to say, oh boy is he going to take that hard. His friends might try to cheer him up with some sort of superficial lads night out but let's be real, there's only so long you can hang around someone miserable who won't cheer up. He's going to go hide in some sort of teenage angst misery pit listening to the 80s equivalent of Linkin park's Numb.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Oh hell yes. Jason is so excited about being someone's husband. He loves partying, every teenager does, but he is so excited to settle down with his best friend and build a life with them. He seems the type to give out promise rings, like “we’ll be together when college is done” sort of thing. I imagine he’d want a decent engagement period, mostly so there's enough time to coordinate the wedding and organise it between your two families and pick the right date. I think he’d want a fall wedding, kids soon after so they are born in the spring/summer.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

I think what we see of him with a bad temper and even worse intentions is Jason at his absolute lowest. A snapshot of him at his worst possible moment and it shouldn't be taken as normal. He’s kind of jockish, physically rough and emotionally immature and I honestly don't think he’ll get that much better. He might mellow with age, get rid of all that nervous energy that seems to follow him about. And I doubt that boisterous playfulness will last forever too, so he will probably not be as rough and tumble by the time he's finished college. I'm not saying you have to parent him but he does seem to need an actual adult to point him in the direction of maturity, talking through his problems instead of taking the huff or just letting things fester.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I'd say so, yes he's a fan of hugs. He likes those little dancy swaying hugs you get when someone completely wraps their arms around you. I canon Jason as autistic so he likes the pressure and grounding effect they have. His hugs are wrapped a little too tight and he's just a little too into it. He definitely gets teased by his basketball buddies for how many hugs he gives you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I imagine Jason has been taught to never say that unless he really means it. Brought up to think if you say you love someone, it means you're going to marry them and we all know how important that is to jason. For that reason I imagine he’d be really really slow to say it. He’ll have been thinking about it for a long time, mentally adding it to the end of his conversations with you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's not huffy so much as he is oh woe is me. Spirals a bit into self loathing when he thinks you have something better than him. Sometimes he goes a bit over board trying to prove he deserves you, trying to earn you back even though you're still with him and don't intend to leave.

He needs Therapy and a confidence boost.

Kinda chaste, short and sweet. He's not the makeout type normally, mostly just a quick peck on the cheek in the morning before class, a quick goodbye when he drops you home. He likes to kiss cheeks and hands and shoulders. I think he likes to have his neck and jaw kissed. He seems like he's ticklish, might devolve into a giggling fit if you blew a raspberry on his neck.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Hmm judging by his behaviour his parents seem a little absent . I'm betting like most boys in Hawkins he didn't exactly have a good male role model for fatherhood. I imagine he has a sort of idealised version of parenthood in his head that doesn't exactly line up with reality. He likes kids how he sees them in his head, having fun sitting with his daughter having a tea party, and teaching his son how to play ball. I don't think he's thought about all the late night feedings and nappy changing and wiping snotty noses. He's good with calm and fun kids but he has no clue how to deal with a fussy, scared or crying child.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Jason is a fitness nut, not to mention his strict parents. He's up at the crack of dawn for church and a morning run, maybe doing laps in the pool before class. He's perfectly happy to let you lie on until he's done but he's the kind of annoying morning person who wants you to come with him and have fun. He likes to go out for breakfast dates. Actually he likes pancakes and waffles so much he could give el a run for her money. He'd have breakfast for dinner if he thought he could get away with it.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Jason isn't failing any classes but that's mostly due to the fact he spends every moment he's not practising basketball and at church doing work. He doesn't really care too much about his grades, he's banking a lot on a free ride to a sporty college, he just doesn't want to incur his parents wrath and complaints of being a disappointment. He usually falls asleep with his nose in a boring book, maybe with you on the opposite sofa waiting for him to finish his work so you can go grab dinner. He's up at the crack of dawn most days so he's an early to bed sort. Doesn't mean he can't pull the occasional all-nighter for exams or victory parties.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think Jason is a nervous talker. He’ll info-dump about himself to just fill the silence. It’s all true stuff but it's just a constant stream of consciousness, rambling and going too fast for you to really take in. I imagine once he's past that initial awkwardness and the butterflies have calmed down, he’ll let a steady stream of things about himself be slowly revealed. For all his anxieties he's not super shy, does not hide things about himself and always caves when pressed. He’s not super deep, it's what you see is what you get with Jason 99% of the time.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s pretty average. I think he has a hard time putting himself in other people's shoes a lot of the time, unless it's something he's experienced. Stuff he knows well he’s got a lot of patience for, things he doesn't understand get a lot of “why can't you just do X” or “c'mon Y cant be that hard” he doesn't get angry easily but he does get annoyed, exasperated even. He's a serial problem sorter by which I mean he says the phrase “do you want me to deal with Z for you” rather than just listening or letting you solve the thing on your own time.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Jason is a lot like steve. He’s not stupid even if he isnt that book smart. He remembers a lot of little details and nuances and then does something daft like forget your anniversary. He's a little absent minded when he's focused on other things but he is good at making it up to you.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

I mentioned above he doesn't remember big things even though youd think theyd be easier to remember. He's a bit of a romantic at heart: maybe something like meeting eyes across the carpark or hearing your cheer over the crowd when he scored the winning point at a game.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

After Chrissy left him for someone he thought of as inferior, Jason sort of developed a bit of a complex. He’s a little jealous but more in a sulky passive aggressive way than an outright hostile and accusatory way. When he knows he's upset you he gets pretty melancholic and self pitying “oh woe is me, this is why chrissy left me, i get it now you should leave me too for someone better” that kind of thing. For all his bravado he seems like he has a somewhat low opinion of himself outside of basketball and even that might be taken away from him if he survived the earthquake/upside down of Hawkins with injuries. He doesn't like to be physically protected, he'd rather fight his own battles. But I imagine he might like to have things sugar coated, no harsh truths or telling it like it is. Sometimes you need those harsh truths though so maybe protect him from taking it too hard? Just be gentle with him is what i'm saying.

Assuming he’s still able bodied after the whole, vecna incident, he’d definitely go to bat for you. If not, well he's not particularly cutting, quick or sharp witted. I think he might defend you with somewhat empty threats. But know this, able or not his team still has his back and by extension yours. One dude on crutches isn't much of a threat, but an entire varsity basketball team who wants to kick your ass is a pretty big deterrent to anyone who might mess with you. Less scary dog privilege and more scary wolf pack privilege.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Jason is sort of one note with his effort. He picks stereotypical date ideas, gifts and so on: flowers, chocolates etc. He doesn't do it intentionally, that's just what he assumes girls/guys/nb partners are meant to like. Wining and dining people are really the only string to his bow at the start, it's all he's been taught. Like I said, he's a romantic so once he finds out more about you he’d try to bring those things into his dates. He loves aquarium dates, one of his special interests is sharks and sea life. I think he’d love it if you took him and just let him ramble for a few hours about jellyfish and deep sea creatures.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's got a habit of making things quite grandiose. He tends to blow things out of proportion, like good is great and bad is the worst. He's got a habit of giving lectures and speeches and so on. He can be quick tempered but it's usually just as quick to fade. I really put a lot of this down to immaturity.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

It's not his top priority, but he likes to look good for you, you know? Always showers in the morning and after practice at night, wears some nice but subtle cologne and keeps his hair

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I don't think Jason as we know him has enough emotional complexity to put any thought towards the concept of completeness. He doesn't really get the concept of another half to make him whole in anything other than a religious sense. Maybe when he meets you it'll be the catalyst to realise he did feel like he was missing something and just never noticed it until now.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

As I mentioned, i canon jason as autistic and absolutely adores sharks. I imagine his room is a mix of basketball trophies, photos from church and sea life stuff. He's got shark posters, ocean themed bedspread, a starfish lamp and maybe some sea world plushies on his bed. Lots of calming blues with a sand coloured carpet. Maybe he has an ocean themed music box from his childhood that he keeps by his bed. I can also see him with one of those jellyfish ceiling light covers. His room is hella childish but it's his and he doesn't want to change it. His dad probably hates it but his mom is just happy he's not trying to grow up too fast. Not like anyone has ever seen his room because he isn't allowed to bring partners back and his friends only want to see his pool and wine fridge.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He's kinda squeamish. I imagine if he had a partner with a uterus he’d get squicked out by blood from periods or childbirth. He’s not going to make it your problem but he has absolutely fainted when he saw someone get a nose bleed so maybe be careful around him during that time of the month. I think he might find spitting or smoking a deal breaker too. He's sort of a “my body is a temple” type. Drinking is fine but he draws the line at drugs, even weed. He doesn't have THAT much of a problem with other people doing it but you aren't just any old person so i can see it being a point of contention.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Jason sleeps like a baby, all swaddled up in his blankets. He is a blanket thief and will literally pull you off the bed if it means pulling the covers towards himself. He does snore a little but is absolutely adamant he doesn't. Once he finally has his blankets he sleeps like a corpse: can't be woken by anything except his alarm and doesn't move a muscle for hours at a time, no tossing or turning and if it wasn't for the snoring you might not even think he’s breathing.

i didnt intend to write for jason a lot but this was fun. if you wana talk more about jason hmu.

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

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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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sp1rit-realm · 1 year

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

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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.

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nouearth · 8 months

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a summer phase.

jason carver x male reader.

summary: jason keeps telling himself that it's just a phase, yet it's become a weekly routine to spend the evening with you.

wc: 1.5k. warnings: explicit smut, kinda angst, handjob (r!giving, jason!giving), lots of kissing, mutual masturbation, closeted!jason, hurt!reader, internalized homophobia.

a/n: hi, hi! just a short little fic because i wanted to write jason, and i swear, we need more smut with him, haha. this kinda turned out sadder than i thought, but i do plan on making a second part to include a jealous!jason when reader is takling to eddie! i haven't been active as much and i apologize, but i hope everyone is doing great!

A gentle breeze blew in from the open window and the wind chimes gently sang from the floor below, joining two spirits that had been sharing warm pants with one another, evoking moans from another. The golden evening had settled in the background and silhouetted the writhing bodies into dark shadows. Droplets of sweat had caught onto the glimpse of fading sun, allowing Jason to memorize the detail of your body before dusk conquered his room.

The muscles that tensed when he squeezed harder around your cock, the squirms that caused the creaking of his bed when he fondled your balls, the gulps that failed to bury moans when he leaned in and kissed at your throat; you followed Jason’s lead into dusk, mirroring his actions to his own cock as he worshipped you and your presence until you were his prayer, his promise, to the kingdom of heaven.

“I’m close…” You panted into the open-mouthed kiss, legs tangled into his as both of your bodies reflected off of each other, sitting straight. Your thighs had sat sticky on his muscular pair and you can feel him tense when your rhythm quickens, your fist tightening to press the pulsing veins into his sprouted cock.

“Me too…” Jason sputtered, leaning his forehead against yours and placed a tightening hold on the back of your neck to hold you close. He held the languidness of your gaze past the heaviness of his own lids, and a terrible guilt he crept up on him because he was terribly enraptured by the effect he had on you, by the effect you had on him. He’d seen you in this state so often, even the darkness couldn’t have hidden the explosion of stars in your eyes.

It was wrong.

He pulled you forward to explore the inside of your mouth, stroking your cock at a pace you couldn’t have possibly kept up with. His tongue mined for a taste of you. Moans unfurled when the fruity cereal that you both had shared earlier spread onto his wet flesh and Jason kept exploring, kissing, moaning, tasting, until he captured the sound of your rapture and swallowed it in heavy pride, pushing down the thoughts that had been condemning him for his sins.

Your hips buckled, releasing your fist around Jason’s cock, and you came undone in several thick ropes. “Fuck—“ Your chest rose and your stomach sank as Jason’s strokes aided every second of the unimaginable pleasure, drawing you out until you were empty before him. The cum splattered onto his broad chest, dripped heavily down his toned stomach, and he reused the warm seed that gathered on his fist to lube his own cock and fuck into his fist after.

“Open your mouth—“ He rose onto his knees, breath hitching and chest rising, while there was enough light in the room for you to carefully maneuver yourself under Jason’s legs. You leaned back onto your elbows, legs sprawled, and pushed your tongue out once you tilted your head back. Droplets of your own cum dripped from his lubed erection and onto your face from the quick, yet clumsy rhythm of his strokes, but you didn’t feel stained until he neared his cock closer to your face. The strong muscles in his thighs kept him balanced on the bed and your pants began to quicken again, joining him in anticipation of his arrival to a delirious state of mind, and welcoming him with an open mouth once he comes. “Baby, I’m going to—“

Before he could finish his warning, your cheek was hit with a heavy splat, then your forehead, then on your hair, and then the centre of your face. “Fuck, Jason—“ For a basketball player, his aim was horrible, and you couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle as you kept your head tilted back, providing him a canvas for him to paint white on. You took all of the remaining thick cum in pride, replacing his hand with yours to stroke him through the shower Jason had continue to cover your face and body with.

The cum sat thick and heavy on your skin, and you basked yourself in the weight of it, sighing when you flattened yourself on the bed. Jason joined you seconds after grabbing a spare towel off his chair, groaning by your side when his sheets pressed uncomfortably wet onto his back. Doting wipes pressed to your face, then your body as he cleansed you with a gentleness that could soothe you to sleep. Though, you were only kept awake because of Jason. His lips attached to yours quickly after, and you kissed back languidly, tracing the curl of his smile with sweet chaste. He pulled away sighing and shared one last gaze that rendered every meaning of ‘beautiful’ useless until you perfectly defined it with the reserve of your smile.

There was a silence after. It thickened the sudden tension in the air, and even though the night had blinded you, you could see the parting of Jason’s lips when you turned your head to face him when he joined you by your side. The dim light from the window had highlighted the contemplative look on his face, and your heart sank to the pit of your stomach.

You already knew what he was about to tell you. The regret in the tremor of his voice was profound, even with the slightest croak, and you immediately turned your head the other way when you felt your eyes sting.

“I-uh… I’ll get going now.” It was a routine at this point. You and him did stuff, and he apologetically shooed you out before anyone could see him with someone like you. Even if his parents wouldn’t be home for another month, the act of liking another man ignited a guilt that boiled his feelings alive. Whether they would die off or come back stronger, he’d do his best to bury them deep enough to convince him that it was a phase.

It was wrong. And it was a phase.

All a phase.

You cleared your throat to soften the swelling feeling in your chest and rolled off his bed to change back into your clothes. Coughs and ruffles of clothes covered the sound of your sniffles. He watched you in silence, guilt-ridden as your back turned towards him, and he clutched at the bed sheet to ground him from succumbing to further transgression. The frail of your back looked cold enough to reflect ice into his own hands if he was to touch you. Even when your shirt draped over it, he’d imagine the goosebumps on your body to prick him like icicles, and—so bad, he wanted to hug you even if it meant that he’d be pricked by a hundred million ice spikes.

“I’ll drive you home…“ He surrendered, stepping out of the bed, and into his briefs and shorts.

“I can walk.” You scanned the floor for the other half of your socks, finding them near the corner of the room.

“It’s dark out, (M/N).” Jason pulled his t-shirt on and neared close, reasoning. “Besides, you live twenty minutes away—walking distance.”

It was a desperate attempt to spend more time with you, even though it was his own guilt and pride that pushed you away. During school, it was Jason that ignored your very existence. Surrounded by adoring classmates and friends with a reputation to uphold, it was easy to. A selfish part of you wished he struggled to contain his feelings when you were within his vicinity. Instead, when your gaze met his, he looked past you as if he’d never seen the light of your eyes, as if he didn’t worship the warm sheen that resided in them nights prior.

“It’s fine.” You layered your backpack over your shoulder, gaze casted downwards as you kicked your shoes on despite Jason’s attempt to steal a glimpse of your face. “People are going to see us.”

“I doubt anyone’s going to be out at this time now—“ You wished he would’ve said that he didn’t care about being caught. He followed you downstairs, the blades of icicles growing sharper with every step you took. “Slow down!”

“I’ll see you in class.” Your chest swelled again knowing that he’d rather choose not to, but you assured of that matter with a smile. His hand naturally reached out to take your hand, another attempt to stall you for a little while longer.

“Please? Let’s talk—“ Overcome by despair, he held your hand tight, letting the roughness of his palm linger on your own despite every second counting against his morals. Jason squeezed, intertwining his fingers into yours to lock you in place. “I-I think we can—“

But your fingers yanked back at the hook of his fingers, and you reluctantly pulled your arm back to your side. Silence fell, and the sound of Jason’s gulp swayed you back around before trudging out of his home and closing the door shut behind you.

“(M/N)!”

The warmth from your hand remained on Jason’s hand as he watched you march into the night, flexing his fingers at every lingering spark, yet you continued to be the despair of him.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like! feedback is also much appreciated!

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idyllicwillowtree · 2 months

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God Eddie, You're So In Love With Me. (part 2)

Genre: Eddie Munson x Henderson!reader, fem!reader, angst/fluff, hurt/eventual comfort, friends to lovers

Summary: Being in Hellfire, you’ve been exposed to your fair share of bullying. One day, Jason takes it a step too far.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: bullying, anaphylaxis, poisoning, no physical descriptions of Y/N so you don’t have to look like Dustin, reader uses she/her, reader has a peanut allergy, swearing, angy Eddie, hospital

Author’s note: Thank you so much for the positive comments on part 1! I was feeling insecure about this fic so that was very nice y'all are so sweet <3

Enjoy!

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Part 1

Eddie looked to you, hoping to see you looking up at him and smiling that way you do whenever he uses his renaissance voice. Instead he met your panicked eyes.

“Hey Henderson,” Jason called from across the cafeteria. “What happens now? Should we call an ambulance?” Andy shoved at his shoulder playfully and chortled alongside Jason.

Panic gripped you as you connected the dots.

“Yeah,” you wheezed, “call an ambulance.”

All the Hellfire members whipped their heads toward you, witnessing an angry rash spreading across your skin and your breathing becoming audible as you tried to suck in as much oxygen as possible.

Eddie’s heart clenched painfully as he looked down at you, remembering the severity of your allergy after Dustin explained it to him one time. Still, Eddie was taken aback by the speed at which your symptoms were progressing.

You reached a hand out to Eddie as the choked coughs took over. He ignored your hand in favor of catching your body before it hit the ground. With trembling limbs he carefully lowered you to the grimy tile of the cafeteria floor.

“Fuck,” Eddie cursed, “Dustin! What do we do?!”

Dustin had froze. Panic set in as he watched his older sister struggle more and more to take in a full breath. A small crowd began to gather and the excited chatter of the cafeteria simmered into hushed whispers and gasps. Everyone was watching, and not in the way Eddie was used to.

“Henderson!” Eddie snapped.

At that, Dustin went to work. “Mike, go call 911! Lucus, see if the nurse has an epipen. GO!” The sheep dispersed. Dustin picked up your bag with trembling hands and began digging through your books and school supplies, searching for the epinephrine injector he swears you kept in there.

Eddie turned his attention back to you, trusting that Dustin had the rest handled. At the look of panic in your blotchy and swollen face he almost froze too. A chilling dread spread through his veins as you began clawing at your throat, doing everything you could to open your airways.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me princess. You’re gonna be alright, gonna be just fine, you hear me? D-Dustin will getchu your meds and you’ll be good to go,” Eddie rambled, trying to convince himself just as much. He gently cradled your warm face and stroked your hair to try and soothe you.

With every second passing you became closer and closer to death. Eddie looked up in desperation. His red-headed neighbor (Max, he thinks her name is) snatched the backpack out of a distraught Dustin’s hands and turned it upside down, emptying its contents. Robin was there too and put a comforting arm around your brother while Max took over the search for the injector. Eddie was vaguely aware of a teacher trying to pry him off of you but he’d risk getting expelled for shoving a teacher if it meant staying by your side.

“Got it!” Max exclaimed, holding the orange and clear tube triumphantly. She slid to her knees on your otherside, not hesitating to jam the needle into your leg and holding it there.

Eddie flinched at the force it took to inject you. You took your first full breath, allowing him to take one as well. Your eyes were drooping slightly as the medicine was introduced into your system.

“Hey, there she is,” Eddie said gently.

Your tired eyes met his and he could’ve sworn the corners of your lips twitched upwards.

The paramedics arrived and Eddie hesitantly let you go so they could treat you. It was a blur of navy blue and red as they hooked you up to numerous tubes and slid an oxygen mask over your head.

You became slightly more alert at the sight of strangers surrounding you as the stretcher clicked into place, raising you a couple feet off the ground. You moved your head tiredly trying to catch sight of anyone you knew. Anyone to comfort you.

“Dustin, go with her,” Eddie told the curly haired boy. He looked up at him with wet eyes that clenched at Eddie’s heart. “She needs you, go on.”

Eddie watched the determination emerge on the freshman’s face as he walked through the paramedics declaring that he was your brother, allowing him to be by your side.

Swallowing thickly past the dryness in his mouth, Eddie watched you get rolled out on the stretcher.

He turned numbly to see that Lucas and Mike had returned and started digging through your lunch, in an attempt to find out what it was that could’ve caused your reaction. As the two predictably began to bicker, Eddie grabbed the cup of applesauce and slowly brought the spoon out. To his horror, he scooped out a few small round nuts mixed with the smooth texture of the applesauce.

His darkened eyes snapped up, immediately finding Jason. He at least had the decency to look scared, his skin white as a sheet. True terror shining through as he came to realize the severity of what he did. He shook his head slightly, pleading with Eddie. For what, he wasn’t sure. But he could give a shit.

The grip on the applesauce tightened, causing it to tremble, before he launched it in Jason's general direction. A fire of rage lit up Eddie's entire being, consuming any reason or restraint within him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! You could’ve killed her!!” Eddie roared, the words ripping from his throat like a thunderclap. Every fiber in his being screamed for justice, determined to ensure that no harm would ever come to you again.

“I-I-I didn’t think…I didn’t mean to-” Jason blubbered.

“Not good enough!” Eddie snapped. He charged forward, driven by the need to avenge your pain. Just when he was closing the distance between them a thick arm wrapped around his upper body. “LET ME GO!”

Eddie struggled against the firm grip that held him back from doing to Jason what he should've done a long time ago. If Eddie was strong enough, he could've saved you, stopped all of this bullying in its tracks before Jason had ever even looked in your direction. His strength never came from muscles or brute force, but from his anger—the primal need to protect those he loved. He was so consumed by his rage that a red haze blurred his vision. Or were those his tears?

“Eddie, man, don’t do this,” Doug said, doing his best to calm his friend.

“Please,” Eddie pleaded, losing some of his fight. “Just let me go.”

“Dude, if you get into a fight you won’t be able to see Y/N in the hospital,” the bassist whispered in Eddie’s ear. He looked over and saw Principle Coleman closing in on them, there wasn’t much time left. “We can handle it, just go while you can.”

A wave of overwhelming frustration washed over Eddie as the struggle against Doug’s hold diminished. Tears welled up in his eyes as his chest released his rage and tightened back up with helplessness and despair.

He didn’t let it consume him though, taking off in the opposite direction of the principle, his sheep following close behind.

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When the van ripped into the hospital parking lot, Eddie finally took notice of how many stowaways he had. Lucas, Mike, Max, Robin, and even Nancy all burst through the double doors at the back of his skunky smelling van and made their way to the emergency room entrance.

Eddie was the first one through the doors, eyes scanning the waiting area for his curly haired friend. What he wasn’t expecting to see was the one and only King Steve sitting with the boy.

Steve noticed them first, taking the lead on letting them know what’s going on. He explained that you’d be fine but the doctors are running some tests and getting you hooked up to the necessary machines. It’ll be a little longer before Eddie gets to see you with his own eyes.

Eddie turned on his heel and walked through the doors he just came through as Steve explained that your mom was called but was on a trip with her girlfriends and won’t be able to make it back until tomorrow.

The disinfected smell of the hospital only offered to heighten Eddie’s desire for a cigarette. He finds solace in the only coping mechanism he has under his belt, even if he knew it was bad for him in the long run. The stress of the day weighed heavily on him as he leaned on the brick wall of the hospital outside. The familiar routine of lighting up offered a good distraction, the only way to momentarily ease his anxiety.

That was until your brother found him. He silently stood next to him, not feeling the need to fill the silence with anything but the gentle breeze and the birds chirping in the distance. But it made Eddie feel uneasy.

“I’d offer you a smoke, but I don’t want to corrupt you more than I already have,” Eddie said with a sad laugh.

Ignoring Eddie’s comment, Dustin asked, “you remember that one time when Hellfire came over to my house for a session? When the theater kids needed the drama room at school?”

Eddie nodded his head slowly, releasing the smoke from his lungs as he did so.

“I was still in middle school so I had only heard about you from Y/N. She had this weird way of speaking about you. It was in a way I had never heard her speak about anyone before.”

Eddie’s heart punched against his ribs painfully, his insecurities taking over.

“She was nice enough to let me watch your campaign so I could get ideas for the campaign I was doing with Mike and Lucas, and our other friend Will. I think she regretted it because of the Reese's Pieces incident.”

Eddie couldn’t help but start chuckling embarrassingly at the memory. “God, that was so stupid,” he smacked his forehead in an attempt to stop his mind from reliving one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

The Hellfire members flooded into your home, bringing chips, candy, and drinks to share. Your first time hosting the club was going great, until Dustin noticed the bag of Reese’s Pieces in Eddie’s hand.

“My sister is too nice to say anything but-” Dustin started.

“Stop, Dustin-”

“-we can’t have those in the house.”

Eddie’s eyebrows pinched beneath his bangs, “what? Why not?”

“She’s allergic to peanuts.”

Before you could roll your eyes at your little brother and reassure him it was fine, Eddie turned and chucked the bag out your kitchen’s open window leaving you standing there in shock and Eddie horrified by his own impulse.

“I think that’s when she fell in love with you.”

Eddie’s head whipped over to Dustin. The kid had the audacity to look smug after completely shattering his world view. His mind spun with the revelation.

Love, a word so potent, was now intertwined with his thoughts of your relationship. Eddie knew he liked you, a lot, but his brain never brought him to love. He replayed moments from your friendship in his head, searching for the signs, trying to decipher if Dustin was telling the truth. If the sentiment was truly real. A mix of surprise and uncertainty overwhelmed him, but there was also something warm and hopeful there. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.

He needed to see you and hear it from you directly. A million thoughts and memories raced through his mind, but one thing was clear–he needed to be with you, to tell you how he felt.

part 3 coming soon!

tags: @beeblisss @fishwithtitz @leah-loves-lilies

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bellofthemeadow · 7 months

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

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

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

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Hit Me Baby One More Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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bakeryblood · 2 years

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MILF

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

cw: Explicit Language/Descriptions, Slurs

@alexs-playground

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh yeah? Why is that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m going to fucking kill you!”

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

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

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

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clarks-letterman · 2 years

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jason carver requests?

#jason carver #jason carver x y/n #jason carver x reader #jason carver x male reader

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mamaestapa · 2 years

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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

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oceanjoon · 2 years

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Make A Deal

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader, Jason Carver x Reader, Eddie x Chrissy Cunningham, Chrissy x Jason

Synopsis: you catch your long term boyfriend, Eddie Munson, fucking the queen of Hawkins High, Chrissy Cunningham. A plan comes to mind when you spot Chrissy’s boyfriend and Eddie’s biggest enemy, Jason Carver.

Warnings: ANGST, cheating, smut, spitefulness, revenge, unhappy ending.

A/N: I have like 4 drafts of Eddie fics that I’ve started and 1 Vecna fic. Lmao pls help. This is basically a Jason Carver fic but I was feeling angsty and sad so I had to write it lmao. Also I haven’t proof read soooo…

Part Two

Your nostrils flare and your eyebrows furrow, an anger starting to boil throughout you. Your heart was hurting like crazy from the sight before you but the rage you felt was even worse. Your doting, loving boyfriend was pounding into Chrissy fucking Cunningham. On the bench where you and him smoked weed. On the bench where you meet up when you skip classes and end up fucking instead. You quickly turn away from the two and walk out of the secluded forest with your fists clenched. A stray tear falls down your cheek which you quickly wipe away as you continue to walk past the basketball court, you weren’t about to cry over someone who had the audacity to cheat.

An idea hits your out of nowhere, a metaphorical lightbulb switching on above your head. You backtrack and walk into the basketball court, your eyes instantly focusing on Jason who was disgustingly sweaty from practice. As he turns he notices you stood there, a sight that is very unusual. You are constantly attached to the hip of ‘the freak’, so why the hell are you here and looking directly at him?

“What the hell do you want, weirdo?” Jason taunts, stepping away from the others to make his way over to you. “Freak’s not with you today?”

You huff at his response, already regretting this idea but the image of Chrissy and Eddie fucking burned in your mind and you knew you had to do something. “Actually I wanted to talk to you. Can you come outside for a second? I need to talk to you privately.”

Jason was baffled, a slight choked chuckle escaping lips before he motioned for you to lead the way. He was genuinely curious with what you needed to talk to him so badly about, it wasn’t everyday that you and him talked civilly. As soon as you both make it outside you open your mouth.

“Chrissy and Eddie are fucking.”

A frown etches it’s way into his face before he grabs you by the neck and pushes you against the building - hard. His hand squeezes tighter, choking you out as he grits his teeth and spitting words at you. “You think this is a fucking joke? You think you and your freak of a boyfriend can make a mockery out of me? He fucking wishes he could pull someone like Chrissy, poor guy had to settle with you.”

His words hit you harder than the grip he had on your neck. A choked sobbed escaped your plump lips, perhaps Jason was right. Maybe Eddie had always wanted Chrissy. Jason’s grip on your neck released slightly as he took in your reaction, he could see the absolute devastation and pain you were currently in. He backed away slightly before holding onto your shoulder gently.

“Hey,” a gentle whisper comes from Jason, a sound you thought you’d never hear. “I’m sorry that I hurt you…”

Instead of responding you wrap your arms around him and sob into his chest, not caring about the sweat. You need comfort, someone to hold you while the man you love is fucking someone else. “He promised me he wouldn’t hurt me! He said he loved me! Why is he doing this!”

Your screams of despair are muffled by Jason’s chest, his arms automatically wrap around you as he strokes your back softly. He still hasn’t grasped what you’re telling him. “What’s wrong, Y/N? What’s happened?”

“I told you!” You scream as you pull your face away from his chest and look directly into his eyes. “Eddie and Chrissy are fucking! In the woods…in our hang out spot…”

A fresh set of tears stream down your face, your eyes already puffy from crying. Jason seems to finally catch on, realising that you’re in fact telling the truth and the state your currently in is because of the betrayal. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

Jason growls, his fists clenching against your back. He goes to push you away but you grab onto him, shaking your head. “Don’t. I…I have a plan.”

Jason’s blue eyes burn holes through you as he stares you down, you shuffle slightly from his intense gaze and look down. A timid mumble escapes from your lips, something that Jason had never seen from you before and oddly found endearing. “Speak up.”

“Let’s fuck. At Eddie’s. I want you to fuck me in his bed.”

Jason’s jaw drops, surely he hadn’t heard you correctly. You, the metalhead girlfriend of Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, want him to fuck you? A choked laugh rumbles from his chest and he yet again grabs you by the neck tightly, “I said don’t fucking mess with me, freak!”

“I’m not!” You cry, trying to pry his veiny hands from you. “I want him to hurt. I want them to feel what I feel. Please, Jason.”

Jason’s hand releases from your neck as he takes a few steps back causing you to fall and gasp fro breath. God, you hate Jason, but you hated him less than Eddie at that minute. Your Eddie was supposed to protect you, to love you eternally and to never hurt you. He had promised he would never, you remember him telling you how you were it for him. He wanted it to just be you and him, and possible children in the future. You couldn’t understand why he had betrayed you in the most awful way.

“You’re serious about this?” Jason finally responds, his voice quieter as if he unsure whether to believe you. “I’m seriously going to kill that motherfucker.”

You remain silent on the floor for a second as a fresh wave of tears fall down your cheek. “After,” you manage to choke out. “Do whatever you want to him after. I need him to feel this type of pain, Jason. He needs to feel it.”

Jason looks at you, finally understanding your words and the seriousness behind them. He nods before offering you his hand to help you up. If you wanted this plan to work then you needed to get to Eddie’s asap.

Thankfully, Eddie’s uncle had been out of town for work so there was no problem bringing Jason to his trailer. An awkward silence filled Eddie’s room as you both sat on Eddie’s bed with a considerable gap between you. Before today, you never would’ve guess that you’d be possibly having sex with Jason Carver. You go to speak but the words get caught in your throat and you eventually back down. How the hell are you supposed to do this?

“We need to hurry up if you want this plan to work,” Jason finally breaks the ice, turning to look at you. “Unless you’ve changed your mind and I’ll just beat the fuck out of that freak Munson.”

You shake your head frantically, you definitely hadn’t changed your mind. “No! I…can you start it? Please?”

Jason had never seen you look so shy and timid, butterflies erupting in his stomach as he watched you look down in your lap. His hand raises to your jaw and gently turns your head to face him, hesitating for a second before leaning in to kiss you. His lips are softer than Eddie’s, a foreign sensation that you oddly didn’t mind. You part your lips for him, wanting him to give you his tongue; you always enjoyed the feeling of Eddie’s tongue in your mouth. You moan gently as you feel him slip it past the seam of your lips. He tastes good - like the mint flavour from the gum he was chewing earlier on. Jason takes your hint and deepens the kiss, laying you down on the bed and hovers over you while his tongue plays with yours. You subtly grind your hips up into his, a soft grunt coming from the blonde at your actions.

Jason eagerly grinds his cock against your clothed pussy, the strain of his hard cock in his basketball shorts starts to hurt. You had never been so thankful to have been wearing a skirt until this very moment, you could feel the hardness of cock rubbing against your clit through your black lace panties. You whine in protest as he pulls his now swollen lips away from yours. He looks at you with nothing but lust and desire, his pupils blown wide and covering the majority of his usual baby blues. His chest heaves in need, in want. He wants you more than anything.

He brings his lips back down to yours with one more peck on the lips before he pulls away again, his lips now only lightly brushing against yours as he seductively whispers, “tell me what you want. Tell me where you need me.”

“Fingers,” you breathily answer. “Need your fingers in me, please.”

You bite your lip as you watch Jason smirk, his hands trailing down from your face to your chest. He stops at the swell of your breast, giving them a gentle squeeze – his cock twitches from the feeling of your braless, perky tits in his hands. “Fuck, baby. Can I take this off?” Jason tugs at your t-shirt.

Nodding, you allow him to pull the garment up over your head. He licks his lips and releases a puff of air at the sight of your bare breast. Your hardened nipples look so appetizing, Jason swallows thickly as he brings his face down and attaches his greedy mouth to your left nipple and gently wraps his mouth around it. He groans, flicking the hardened bud with his tongue as he roughly sucks on it before releasing it and repeating his actions on the right one.

His hand glides down your stomch, making sure to feel every inch of your soft skin before reaching for the end of your skirt. "Can I lift it up please? I really need to feel you."

You smile softly at him, gently caressing his face as you nod. He is so gentle and so respectful, nothing like the Jason Carver you thought you knew. You watch silently as he pulls the bottom of your skirt up; he swallows thickly and groans at the sight of the wet patch on your panties. Jason experimentally presses a finger against your clothed clit, letting out a breathy chuckle as he watches you ever so slightly buck your hips at the sensation. Lifting up a second finger he this time adds more pressure. Your chest rises and falls as you bite your lip - feeling extremely turned on. Jason smirks as she watches you grind your hips against his fingers, searching for more contact.

"I'm going to pull these down now, okay baby?" Jason rasps, his voice deep with arousal.

"Please."

You whimper. A quiet relieved sigh slipping past your lips as he roughly pulls your panties from you feeling the cool air of Eddie's trailer against your wetness. Jason kneels between your legs, his eyes searching your face for any discomfort before leaning down and spreading your lower lips with his index finger and thumb, getting a good look at your throbbing cunt.

"Fuck..." he whispers against you, his warm breath hitting your wetness as he speaks agains. "I'm just going to have a little taste, never seen such a pretty pussy before."

With that his tongue plunges into you, licking a long stripe from your hole to your needy clit.With a deep groan Jason hooks his arms underneath your thighs and pulls your pussy impossibly closer to his face. Your taste and smell was intoxicating, it made Jason regret being so horrible to you for all those years. If only he had known you tasted so fucking good. He couldn't believe that the freak would ever think of being with someone else, Jason was sure no one could compare to you - so sure that he had almost forgotten it was his girlfriend that Eddie cheated on you with. He almost didn't care about that anymore, he is too drunk on your pussy and you are all he can focus on.

Jason circles your swollen clit with his tongue before roughly sucking on it. Expertly his tongue licks up and down your sensitive pussy, moving side to side on your clit before going back down to your leaking entrance and slurping up your juices, fucking you with his tongue. Out of breath, Jason pulls away from your needy cunt and licks his lips, "you wanted my fingers, right babygirl?"

Without waiting for a response, Jason plunges two fingers into you, curling them up against your spongy wall. You moan loudly, clenching around his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you, all the while curling them into your g-spot. His thumb circles your sensitive clit, his eyes drinking in your every reaction. Your hips grind against his hand, your clit pressing harder onto his thumb and your legs fall open even wider to let him go deeper.

“That’s it, rub that little cunt on my hand," Jason taunts. He's enjoying this way more than he should. "So fucking tight, baby."

His words send you closer to your high; you can feel the pressure building up in your lower half and you grip onto Jason's wrist, guiding his movements just the way you like. Jason growls and fastens his pace, desperate to get you off like you deserve. With one last curl of his fingers you cum, your eyes tighten shut as you cry loudly in pure bliss. Your juices squirt all over Jason's arm and Eddie's bed - something that has never happened before.

“Oh fuck, yes” you cry out, tears brimming in your eyes as you almost sob. Your walls clench around his digits, sucking them in so that he can no longer take them out.

"Oh yes, baby," Jason chuckles huskily. "That's it, squirt for me. Dirty little girl, you're such a good girl."

Jason helps you ride through it, telling you how much of a good girl you are until he finally pulls his fingers out of you and very gently rubs your aching clit. Your thighs shake, your whole body trembling at the sensation and the comedown - the hottest sight that Jason has ever fucking seen. "Fuck, I need to fuck you right now, baby."

Jason roughly pulls his basketball shorts down so that they're bunched at his knees, and quickly plunges his thick, weeping cock into your sensitive cunt. He doesn't wait for you to recover - desperate for the feeling of your tight pussy around him. Jason holds his breath as he pushes himself balls deep inside you, you cry out in both pain and pleasure. Your pussy is still so sensitive from your orgasm but Jason's cock is stretching to the max and you love it.

"Christ, I don't know what Munson was thinking," Jason groans, not even thinking about what he is saying; already obsessed with the feeling of you around him. "You feel so fucking good, babe. Best cunt I've ever felt, and Munson goes and throws it away. His loss."

His words sting. Your heart clenches tightly, the image of what you saw comes flooding back - the love of your life being intimate with someone that wasn't you. You shake the thoughts away and growl, "Fuck me hard. I want you to ruin me."

Jason grasps your thighs in his hands and pushes them up, making them rest against your chest. As he bends you in half, he bumps his cock into your sweet spot.

“Right there,” you moan, arching your back from pleasure.

With a growl Jason repeats his actions, thrusting into yout sweet spot as you instructed. Getting lost in you, Jason grunts and squeezes your thighs firmly, surely leaving bruises as he pounds into you hard. His thrusts speed up, the sound of skin hitting skin soon echo throughout Eddie's room, and probably throughout the whole trailer. In fact, the enitre trailer is probably rocking from how intensly he's fucking you. His balls slap against your ass with every hard thrust he gives you. Jason is determined to make you see stars, to forget about the freak who hurt you.

"Y/N?" A quiet voice breaks you out of your bliss. How you heard it you'll never know. Your eyes open and you gasp gently as you realise it's Eddie - whose eyes were full of tears and hands shaking. His kicked puppy look almost had you forgetting what had happened, but Jason was quick to remind you.

Jason turns but doesn't pull out of you, "Munson, you're finally done fucking my girlfriend?"

It's Eddie's turn to gasp this time, his eyes looking straight at you and finally realising that you know. That this thing you are doing with Jason is nothing more than a revenge plan. Because you know that Eddie will forever have to sleep in the same bed and room that you had fucked his enemy in. And he couldn't say he didn't deserve it. Falling to his knees, Eddie sobs loudly knowing that he's lost you. He's lost the one and only good thing in his life just because he was high and out of control.

Jason finally pulls out of you, pulling his shorts up and grabbing Eddie by his shirt and pushing him to the ground. He raises his fist to punch him but you stop, grabbing his wrist and shaking your head as he turns to you. Eddie looks at you hopefully as Jason begins to protest but you shush him, putting on your t-shirt before grabbing Eddie's guitar which was mounted on the wall. You raise it above your head before smashing it on the ground repeatedly; the neck of it snapping along with the strings.

"That's more painful for him than punching him," you blankly state to Jason who had now let go of Eddie and stares at you in amazement. "Lets get out of here. I can't bare to be in this dump any longer."

Eddie watches as you and Jason leave, the pain in his heart becoming unbearable. He didn't give a fuck about his guitar in that moment, he knew he deserved it and worse. All he knew was that he couldn't bare to live without you; to never be able to wake up with you every day and hear your laugh. You were the only person who ever gave him a real chance and he had let you down. The memories of you will end with him.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #jason carver #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #chrissy cunningham

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littlemissfiore · 2 years

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clueless. | Eddie Munson

pairing: eddie munson x class president!reader

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

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

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

It's a Monday at Hawkins High school.

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

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

God, he was irresistible.

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

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

It was now or never.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shut up, Henderson!" yelled Eddie.

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

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It's Tuesday afternoon.

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

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

The Hellfire Club. Perfect.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Its was a Wednesday morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thursday, after school?" offered Eddie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or maybe not.

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Its Thursday evening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who?" asked Eddie, rather quickly.

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

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

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

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

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It was Friday night.

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

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

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

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

Eddie stayed quiet, choosing not to say anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You look amazing," complimented Eddie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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