#⤷ jason carver; main verse

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𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼 — send 💋 for a first kiss between our muses. @clockworkfm sent: 💋 jason x eddie

he had hidden himself for so long, from everyone. he needed to protect the carver name; it had already gone through so much thanks to his adulterous, addict mother. how in the hell was he going to besmirch it even more by being caught with a man. eddie munson was the last person he ever thought that he'd be caught dead with. he had found him, finally, after chrissy's death and asked the man if he had any last words before he took him to the police and that's when the rambling just fell from the others mouth. even when munson was done, jason was still glaring. "so the devil is real, but he's not using you, he's using this... vecna, thing?" he was chewing on his lower lip now, beginning to question everything he had thought. was this just a ploy to have him leave eddie alone once and for all? jason studied the other for a moment, saw how close to PANIC that he truly was. even if it wasn't the truth, looking into those big brown eyes, for some reason he believed eddie. "stop it. stop panicking. breathe." he sighed, running a hand over his face. it was late, they were god knows where; jason hadn't even looked, just followed the trail to wherever eddie had been staying. "we can't take you back to town yet, but i'll stay with you. you can explain to your friends in the morning that i'm not the enemy anymore. i'm not saying i believe anything but... i believe it wasn't you." it was like he blinked, and the others lips were on him. eyes widened, though he didn't pull away. instead he stayed silent, stunned as he looked at the other, "what-- why?"

[strangerthingsbigbang]

Title: Hidden Treasure

Author: Medusapelagia Artist: Mothellie and Arbed's Ghost Beta: Manu K (main beta reader) and Suo (smut parts) Characters: Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Karen Wheeler, Neil Hargrove, Billy Hargrove's Mother, Robin Buckley, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Murray Bauman, Martin Brenner, Jeff (Stranger Things), Andy (Stranger Things), Jonathan Byers, Will Byers,Bob Newby (Stranger Things), Henry Creel | One | Vecna, Chrissy Cunningham, Jason Carver Relationship(s): Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Warnings: mention of domestic violence, robbery, violence, murders, gun violence, omegas are seen as inferior, knotting, no mpreg, rejection sickness Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Denial of Feelings, Feelings Realization, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Wordcount: 64,283 Summary:

In an omegaverse world, the alpha Billy Hargrove, captain of the pirate ship the Golden Lion, is traveling with his lover and second in command, the beta Eddie Munson, and their crew, raiding every merchant ship they can get their hands on. One day during one of their attacks, they stumble on a pretty beta boy who’s trying to get back to London, paying for his journey with golden jewels. Why is Steve, the pretty boy, so desperate to get to London quickly? Is he running from something? But the more important question is: is he really a beta or not?

Hidden Treasure by Medusapelagia

art masterpost by mothellie

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✮ — chrissy cunningham / hey homecoming queen

( secondary canon muse | source: stranger things | main verse: pre s4 )

a study in: so good at smiling for most of your life, perfect makeup to hide what's inside, pretty popular girl, sweetheart, suburban gothic (the horrors of your picture perfect upper class life instead of the monsters most fear), god save the prom queen (he won’t), he wants you with that white picket fence (to keep you on a shelf), canary in the coal mine (sacrificing the innocent), eating yourself from the inside out (and crying yourself to sleep)

( cc1 ) class of 86

senior year! you're that much closer to some form of escape. jason will get you out of that house. he has to. he's going to go to some college on a basketball scholarship and maybe you can go with him. cheer for his team in your cute little uniform and pray to god it fits every week just like you do now. momma still says all those awful things. withholds your dinner if you look at her wrong. you eat all you're served, those tiny portions so unlike the ones given to your little brother. he's a growing boy. you're growing too. or maybe you won't grow any more. your doctor's not sure you met your full potential. frankly no one thinks you've met your full potential. everyone at school thinks you're perfect though. the pretty popular cheerleader. everyone loves you. you feel so alone. so scared too. you lost one of your friends over the summer... things start getting scarier...

( cc2 ) gold rush

fandomless senior year verse. very similar to v1 but anywhere not hawkins in particular. still a small town girl. still dealing with her parents. has more hope of freedom and seeing the world. not depending on a boy to save her.

( cc3 ) i almost jumped in

post s4 chrissy. she's technically survived (barely), spending the season in the hospital after what they assume is her dead body is discovered by the way she seems so cold to the touch. she's spent all this time tethered to vecna's consciousness in the upside down. when she wakes up from her coma / is set free from vecna, she's haunted by every atrocity she watched unable to look away or turn her mind off. tortured by the way she saw others be destroyed like she was. she's not sure why she survived. she's not sure if she did survive or if she was just somehow brought back to life.

( cc4 ) stepping with your best foot forward

fandomless college verse. chrissy's in the modern era in college as a cheerleader. that cheerleading scholarship was her ticket out of her house and other than ocassional messages to her brother, she doesn't look back after she moves out. she hopes her father finds his voice. she doesn't count on it.

( cc5 ) never grew up it's getting so old

chrissy never got out of hawkins. she's still in hawkins, still with jason carver, still having to deal with her mother. at least her mom has less influence now that she's out of the house. no upside down in this verse, just- pain. suburban gothic the horrors are the people not real monsters kind of vibes. robin comes back to town after seeing the world. chrissy never really thought she could see any possibility but the one she's gotten caught in... maybe life doesn't have to be so cookie cutter after all.

[tongueofsailor]

Eddie, My Love

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie has a rough day at school and comes to you for comfort

wc: 1.5k

requested: by anon! "could you write something about Eddie being sad and down and fem reader sings him "Eddie My Love" by The Chordettes and it makes him happy"

an: this is posted on both my main blog (@sailortongue) and this one bc tags aren't working on my main

masterlist | stranger things masterlist

Eddie had finally pushed Jason to his breaking point. He’d been on his usual spiel criticizing the social hierarchy when Jason stood from his table and snapped, “All of this philosophical bullshit is coming from the guy who couldn’t pass English to save his god forsaken life. Come on, Munson, you’re damn near twenty and still in high school. When are you gonna stop spewing shit and buckle down and study?”

Eddie’s facade faltered for a moment, but was instantly replaced with a shit-eating grin. “Looks like I’ve struck a nerve, Carver! What a rare outburst of emotion! Aside from your daily Shakespearean love confessions to your girlfriend and your presidential candidate speeches in the middle of school functions, of course.”  

Jason laughed humorlessly, irritation visible through his now red cheeks. “At least I act like I love my girl, all I’ve ever seen of you and Yn is her sitting at your side at your little circus show over there, like a dog. Maybe I’m not well-versed in freak etiquette, but I’m pretty sure that makes you a loser and a shitty boyfriend. Come to think of it, I don’t see her here. Maybe she realized she was too good for a stupid asshole like you and ditched. Can’t blame her really, it was bound to happen sometime.”

Without a response from Eddie, the blonde sat down again and continued to eat, receiving pats on the back from his teammates for his insults. Eddie remained silent, even when his friends tried to ask if he was okay. He obviously wasn’t, but they just didn’t know what else to say. 

After the last bell sounded, Eddie closed his locker only to come face to face with none other than Dustin Henderson. He plastered on the biggest smile he could muster. “Henderson! Hey man-“

“Cut the bullshit, man. I know you, and I know you feel like shit because you let a guy who ‘throws balls into laundry baskets’ get to you. Look, dude, with you in such a bad mood, the campaign’s gonna suck tonight. So, why don’t you just go home and maybe see what Yn is up to. None of us have seen her all day and we were wondering if she was out sick or something.”

Eddie intervened. “But the guys-”

“I already told everyone to go home, Eddie. Go take care of your sweetheart or whatever. If it was Suzie-”

Eddie scrunched his face up and shook his head. “Dude I do not wanna hear about you and Suzie. Ok, I’ll go. But only because I need to take care of Yn.” He started off, and Dustin was left standing in a mostly empty hallway. The younger boy knew that his friend needed Yn more than she needed him right now, but he also knew him well enough to know that he’d rather die than ask for comfort. But that didn’t stop him from being peeved at being brushed off so quickly.

“Thanks, Dustin! You give the best advice, Dustin! I’d love to hear about your healthy relationship with your beautiful girlfriend, Dustin!” He shook his head and scoffed. “The things I do for this kid.”

Eddie wasted no time after leaving Dustin in the hall. He headed straight for his van with every intent to go directly to your house. Upon his arrival, he clambered out as fast as he could. He didn’t want to show it in school, but Jason’s words had struck some insecurities. What if Jason was right? What if you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. Waiting for you to answer your door felt like an eternity. When you finally opened the door, Eddie pulled you into a hug before you got the chance to even ask why he was there. The act he’d maintained since lunch cracked, the first tears trailing down his face.

You hated to do it, but you pulled away from him. The hurt look on Eddie’s face broke your heart and you tried to reassure him as quickly as you could. “I’m gonna hug you, I promise. Come in so I can shut the door, ok?” He nodded feebly. Once you had him off your doorstep, you grabbed his hand and led him to your room. You sat on the bed and he followed suit, sitting next to you, the bed dipping under his weight. “Do you wanna talk about it or do you just want a hug?”

Rather than give you a verbal response, he pulled your body into his, arms wrapped firmly around you. You melted into his embrace as he laid his head on your chest, hiding his face. You two laid in silence for what felt like hours, but was probably only 30 minutes or so, until he lifted his head and looked at you. 

“Hi.” He croaked, voice dry.

“Hey, baby.” You pushed his bangs out of his eyes and brushed your fingers across his cheek. “Wanna tell me what’s got you all upset, huh?”

He stayed quiet for a moment, choosing his next words carefully.

“Do you-“ He looked strained, but you nodded him on encouragingly. “Do you ever regret being with me?” When he saw your face drop, he tensed.

“Not that I think you do! You don’t act like you do, you act like you care about me and you tell me you love me a lot! It’s just that, y’know, I’m not the type of guy girls like you settle for.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Girls like me?”

Suddenly, his attention was grabbed by your sheets. “I mean, you get what I mean. You’re perfect. You’re crazy smart, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and people just respect you so much. You’re intimidating, but you’re so good, you know? And-”

You felt your heart shatter as you took in his frantic state.

“Eddie, sweetheart,” You intervened gently. “As much as I would usually love your sweet compliments, I have to stop you there.” His attention was still on your bed, so you took his face in your hands and forced him to look at you. 

“I didn’t settle for you, first of all. You’re the best thing that’s ever come out of living in this miserable little town. You’re my favorite person, okay Ed? And yeah, I am smart, and good, but-“ 

“And beautiful and intimidating.” He interrupted.  

You softened and smiled at him. 

“-and beautiful and intimidating. But you are all of those things and more, do you understand that? You literally create worlds out of sheets of paper with made-up stats on them. And as if that’s not impressive enough, you share that with people. And they look up to you, Eddie. So what-the-fuck-ever if pricks at school think it’s stupid, it’s just what you like, ok? Are we clear? I don’t know who put these doubts in your head, but they don’t know you like I do, ‘kay?” He released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and finally fully relaxed back into you. “Okay.”

As you stroked his hair, you listened to the sound of his breathing. Soon enough, it calmed, becoming even with yours, but the tension in his muscles had yet to dissipate. You two laid in silence for a comfortable time, until you began to hum a tune softly, hoping it would help him to relax more. 

Eddie shifted curiously, but didn’t lift his head. As you continued, he felt you gently tracing soothing shapes on his back, where your hand had ended up under his shirt. “Eddie my love, I love you so-”

Finally, his eyes met yours, confused, and you smiled softly before beginning to sing the words. 

“How I’ve wanted for you, you’ll never know.” You brought the hand that wasn’t rubbing his back up to his face and cupped his cheek carefully.

“Please Eddie, don’t make me wait too long, oh Eddie, Eddie, I love you so.” Entranced, he leaned into your hand and kissed your palm, all while still staring in awe at your face.

“Eddie please write- just one line, tell me your love, is only mine.” In between lyrics, you moved your hand to the back of his neck, and landed a gentle kiss on his temple.

“Please Eddie, don’t make me wait too long, oh Eddie my love, I love you so.” Finally, you brought him in for a sweet kiss. As you pulled away, a goofy smile appeared on his face. 

“Where’d you hear that song, sweetheart? ‘Cause I know little old me didn’t introduce it to you.” You giggled and shook your head. 

“No, you didn’t. I found some records in my parents’ old stuff and I’ve had it on repeat. Apparently my mom almost sang it at their wedding, just with my dad’s name. You like it?” He smiled and pressed another chaste kiss on your lips.

 “I think we should take after your folks.”

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"they said that it was you! what, i'm just not supposed to believe the police that went to the scene and collected the EVIDENCE, munson? i didn't come up with the narrative that you did it, eddie. the police force did." jason sighed, clearly exasperated with the circumstances. he was absolutely exhausted, he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept, or eaten anything that could be classed as even close to a meal. he didn't have it in him to argue with eddie, or even register that he was here believing and somewhat ready to protect the towns drug dealer. half of him wondered if his mom had ever gone to eddie to score; did he know the full story behind the carver scandal that rocked the religious community? had he had anything to do with it? but then, even his mom had standards. if she was getting drugs it would be from someone established like reefer rick; not a high school student. "i didn't try to have you killed, stop being so fucking dramatic. i was just trying to capture you to take you to the police and i--" and then the other was on him, and far too quickly he had pulled away and was ... was he laughing? "is this a joke to you? i'm not - that's not--" for once, jason carver was lost for words. he wanted to yell at eddie, shout in his face that he wasn't gay; that he didn't feel that way about other guys and then suddenly instead guilt washed over him. until approximately ten seconds ago, chrissy had been his last kiss. wasn't it disrespectful to kiss someone else that soon after? "i'm not into men." jason finally spoke, quiet but firm as he looked up at eddie and god, even when he was being an asshole those big brown eyes just shined didn't they?

eddie realized that it would take jason a while to process everything he'd told him, if he wasn't so exhausted, so fragile himself, he might be impressed that jason was taking it in stride, he missed the point entirely, but the fact that he seemed to be getting through to jason gave him some relief. maybe he wouldn't die after all, after making it out of the upside down with his life - barely, he wouldn't die at the hands of a meathead who'd done nothing but make his life miserable for as far back as he could remember. still, the idea that jason had found him made him upset, enough to tie a knot in his chest that made it harder and harder to breathe. where was steve? where was dustin? why weren't they here? how had jason found him. and if jason could find him...it was only a matter of time before vecna did too. that thought alone send him spiralling, sitting back down on the dirty floor and breathing in shallow, quick breaths. holy shit, he was going to die, not at the hands of jason, but of a panic attack of all things. he really was a pathetic mess. "what?" he questioned looking up at jason again before he was standing moving closer to jason as he spoke and trying to register what he was actually saying. "you...what? of course it wasn't me you DICK!" he argued back, "you're a real piece of work you know, you think you can just...just...you asshole, you fucking asshole, you tried to have me killed." his voice lifting in panic before he stopped, the tension in his face dropping off before he stepped closer, his hand moving to jason, around the back of his neck and kissing him, he had no idea why, it was stupid, jason hadn't killed up, but now he definitely would, and yet, as eddie pulled back he couldn't help but laugh, maybe he was delusional from the panic attack, maybe he was just fucking with jason but he felt good. to do something spontaneous and stupid and just like himself for the first time in what felt like forever. "why the hell not?"

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“if i see you there, munson, you’ll get your ass beat at the basketball court on sight.” jason growled, a clear pointed look at robbie showing that he wasn’t fucking around. he knew that robbie was a dealer, or at the very least carried his own gear and jason carver wasn’t going to allow that at his games. it was clear, even to those on the team that if jase caught them using or dealing, he didn’t give a fuck about what it would do for their futures, he’d go straight to the coach and get them kicked off the team. those guys were his friends, so he had even less patience for those that weren’t and had anything to do with narcotics.

song: yah yah by eminem ft. royce da 5′9″, black thought, q-tip, & denaun

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“DON’T underestimate me. one day you’re gonna see you’re in a losing battle.” jason growled, eyes narrowing at the other as he pressed forward; an act, to show that he didn’t care for whatever position he was in right now. jason carver wasn’t one to back down from anything without a fight, not if he believed himself to be in the right and he knew he was now, he just knew it. there was something off about julie. there always had been. this was just proving everything more and more in his mind. “you reckon it’s today?”

song: venus fly trap by marina.

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“your wifey’s saying i’m looking like a whole snack, sinclair.” jason smirked as lucas walked into the room to see a senior he’d been fawning over recently chatting to the star player. “you gonna let her get away with that right under your nose? little DISRESPECTFUL if you ask me. though maybe you haven’t had time to teach her about the code yet. or maybe... maybe she’s not your girl, huh? you been lying to us, sinclair?” 

song: rockstar by post malone ft 21 savage

[jockfm]

muse name. jason carver fandom. stranger things portrayal. canon divergent & mostly headcanon-based. faceclaim. mason dye important links.  verses - headcanons - mains & exclusives  

                                  MAIN VERSE - ABOUT.

full name. jason gabriel carver

nicknames. jase, jc

gender & pronouns. cis male, he/him

sexual orientation. (closeted) bisexual

age. verse dependent, 18-20

dob. november 4th

astrological sign. scorpio

place of birth. hawkins, indiana

personality traits. confident, affectionate, fiercely protective, quick-tempered, self-centred, righteous, accusatory, aggressive, proud, popular, respectful.

tw. drugs, neglect, 

notes. none

growing up in a religious household suited jason carver just fine. he was part of a seemingly perfect family, that had worked hard to curate their family name. his father had always been a church man, working hard to bring religion and the teachings of god to hawkins, his mother had been a stay at home mom to him and his younger sister; she was a good one too. always at the pta meetings, going to every game and every school performance. she never missed a single thing, and their father only did if there was a church commitment that he had to attend. they were a good, happy family... until his mothers story completely unravelled. 

anonymous pictures and tapes were sent to mr carver which showed mrs carver committing adultery... with multiple men. jason’s father was terrified of this ruining the good name that the carver’s had made for themselves in hawkins, but he knew that if this was to come out at a later date without them in front of it, it would just look worse for the family. jason’s parents went through a very public separation and divorce, and it hit his little sister the most; she wanted to go with their mom, live with her and she did... until six months later when the police knocked on their door at four in the morning with the then eleven year old in hand, and told jason and his father that police had been called to the mothers residence after a disturbance had been called in. they found the former mrs carver and one of her male friends high as a kite on methamphetamine. there wasn’t any left to be able to charge her with possession, but the trip to the hospital with the tox screen and the police report was enough for jason’s father to be awarded full custody of his children. 

jason doesn’t like to talk about his mother, and will actively avoid the topic if she is brought up as will his father. he doesn’t know where she is, if she’s even still in hawkins or if she went to a bigger town to satiate her habits. his father has a lot to deal with now, being a single parent to two and jason helps out with his younger sibling as often as he can. there isn’t much support at home anymore but the family still gets by and works on showing the public image that the carver family name has always had. 

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VERSES: 

main: set in the stranger things universe, either in season four or after its events for threads where jason survived. jason carver only wanted one thing when he found out who that dead student was... to bring chrissy’s murderer to justice. the police were the ones who said it was eddie munson, or that all signs pointed that way anyway; why wouldn’t he believe them? he needed to know that the person that did this to the girl he loved was in custody, and would rot in prison for their crimes. murder was breaking one of the ten commandments, and the punishment was clear in the law. he didn’t want to kill eddie, that would be the easy way out for the freak. he wanted the psychotically delusional man alive and rotting in prison for what he had done to chrissy. jason didn’t get much help from his father; though his father was interested in catching a murderer and a sinner there were multiple times where he tried to get jason to stop, to come home and sleep, but he couldn’t. not until eddie was found. his mom was long gone; they found out that she was a sinner too, committing adultery and fuelling her life of sin with drugs, falling into addiction. it was a scandal, one that implicated the carver family name but they stood strong and they overcame it. a study in: religion, justice, popularity, responsibility, sinners and saints, family loyalty, overcoming evil.

au: this is the tag i use for when i will be putting jason into a universe / fandom that suits your muse, or our plot purpose. if it develops more, i’ll create a tag for that verse.

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"spicy?" jason asked, brows furrowed in confusion as he looked over the FREAK in front of him. he hated that look on robbie's features, the impish, devious grin as though he knew something that you didn't, but that you were sure as shit about to find out one way or another. he hated it. "god would understand, munson. i think he cares more about getting drugs off the street and stopping addiction and overdoses than he would care about me beating the shit out of you and getting rid of your gear."

he hated thinking that people would even see him with robbie, because he hated the idea of anyone believing that he would take part in the sort of recreational activities that the other clearly took part in.

"good, you better not be. and your little cult of freaks will all be at your devil game, too?"

“𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞?”

Lips are pulled into a wide grin—impish & taunting as hands slip into the pockets of his vest, head tilted oh-so-innocently as if he had no idea what Jason was even talking about. Sure he had a few of his teammates asking him for drugs every now and then, but really there wasn’t much harm in it. Jason was just a boring, cookie cutter, goodie two shoes who was wound up so tight he could burst at any moment from pressure.

Robbie clicked his tongue and he shrugged his shoulders. “𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 ��𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?” He teased, moving to tilt his head to the other side as he spoke. All Robbie was doing was annoying him—he was the least religious person out there ( and yet he had all of those gothic biblical tattoos; but those were mostly for the irony ), lips pursing together softly as he started to bounce in place a little impatiently.

“𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭.”

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"i don't know, why don't you go ahead and ask them?" he replied with a smirk, knowing that if they looked around the room right now there would be at least a couple of pairs of eyes on him alone. "i don't know who you are or what you think you're aiming to achieve here in hawkins but i don't trust you." jason trusted his gut, almost as much as he trusted his faith. both were screaming at him not to trust this girl, or let anyone he cared about anywhere near her. "i can peacock a little more if you want me to; it get you all hot under the collar when i show off?"

he  thought  he  was  so  intimidating  and  she  stood  with  her  hands  on  her  hips  as  he  pressed  into  her  personal  space.  head  tipped  to  the  side  as  amusement  glimmered  in  gray  eyes.  “Mm..”  Julie  didn’t  speak,  not  yet.  She  let  him  ramble  on  and  on  and  dig  himself  just  a  little  deeper.  Sure,  she  was  new  to  town  and  sure  she  may  not  be  being…entirely  honest  about  why  she  was  in  Hawkins  in  the  first  place,  but  she  had  never  acted  any  sort  of  way.  Julie  just  didn’t  take  the  bullshit  he  was  scooping.  

“You  done?  Or  are  you  gonna  puff  up  your  chest  and  peacock  a  little  more?”  There  was  no  hint  of  an  accent  to  her  words.  She  had  taught  herself  not  to  have  one.  Raising  her  arms,  she  smoothed  her  hands  down  her  cheerleading  uniform.  "I  do  wonder  if  you  think  that  does  anything.  Your  attitude.  Does  that  make  the  ladies  swoon?“