#eddie x allie

[sofiiel]

Eddie and Allie ~ for @itsmyyear86

I'm more than a little obsessed with these two 🥰🤗 and the original couple just screamed them, so this happened. Sweet lil happy moment.

This has been my chill-out project that kept me sane these past few weeks 🤫

[princessdave]

Hopper accidentally becomes the biggest ally in Hawkins out of hatred for Mike Wheeler. El wants to date Max? Perfect, Mike is terrified of Max. El wants to date Max and Lucas? Even better, more people to keep Mike away. Will comes out to Joyce and Hop? Hopper is immediately studying up on gay culture and flagging so he can find him a Hop ApprovedTM boyfriend. He sees that nice boy Gareth cuff his jeans one time and starts inviting him to family dinner. Mike seems annoyed that Steve is spending more time with Munson? A pamphlet titled “Accepting your Bisexuality” finds its way into Steve’s jacket pocket. Hopper has never seen Mike as furious as the day Steve and Munson arrive at dinner holding hands. It’s a good day. Hopper isn’t sure how Nancy dating the Buckley girl will annoy Mike, but he’s willing to give it a shot.

[eddiemunsonsmum]

OMG I am SO sorry I didn't see this earlier. I just saw yours in my draft and went wait a minute... that means.... *GASP*

I have not read or watched Dune so the references are lost on me but I trust that they are amazing to anyone that understands. 😂

Omg Eddie calling her "Allie" so that they match haha. He's a dork. But omg yeah imagine he isn't thinking one day OR ACTUALLY Wayne isn't thinking one day and shortens it even further so he's in the kitchen like "Hey did you want a soda Al?" And there is just this huge silence while the three of them look between each other for an uncomfortably long time until Allie decides she's going to move it along like "Yep.. I'll take a soda, thanks." AND THEY NEVER SPEAK OF IT AGAIN. 😅 Wayne calls her Alejanda for the next six months hahaha

Fucking Eddie (affectionate) love bombing her because he's jealous. Love that. Her getting weirded out like tf his wrong with you, why are you being strange... love that even more.

Ah yes "kind of a little unhealthily codependent" my fave genre of couple to read and write about 🤣 Also, the best kind of friend/partner to have. If I can't piss with the door open by the year mark I don't want 'em tbh. Finish what you were saying babe this won't take long.

Okay so I know you've told me some thing about Allie's relationships with the guys, especially Jeff. But I am really curious to know 🦅: How good are their friends at being wingmen? Do they even help at all or just sit back watching the pining with a bag of popcorn? Because I need to know more about how the guys handle Eddie getting a gf and also how Allie's friends are too. THEN 🐱: Do they have pet names for each other, if so what are they? How does their partner feel about their pet name? and of course 😑: How easily do they get jealous and how do they handle it? But alsoooo 🕊️: Give just a general domestic tidbit for em (things they like about each other, routines, habits, and just overall sweet stuff) 🥰

Ahhhhh!! Thank you my love!

Wingman question- I feel like overall in the story I’ve created, Allie’s experiences with the guys are much like how I handled them in high school.

Allie is basically Hellfire’s hobbit, the guys gave Eddie absolute shit for bagging a “Baggins” because she’s short and has tan skin (in my last fic, Eddie compared Allie to Valerie Bertinelli, and the guys immediately said she looked more like a hobbit). I imagine they have no tact and are socially inept, so they immediately started calling her Frodo. But Allie’s pretty feisty and angry, so she’ll often talk shit right back (all in good fun of course, but to the outside observer it looks like they all hate each other, but that’s nerd groups for you).

When they get to know her a little better, she actually finds out that Jeff has read the entirety of Frank Herbert’s Dune series like she has, and is the only one of Hellfire club who didn’t drop off after Dune Messiah, so they have their own little clique within Hellfire called “House Atreides” made up of only those who have read all the current Dune books of that time (up to Chapterhouse: Dune) complete with their own little code names.

Jeff is Leto, Allie is Alia, and Dustin eventually is Muad’Dib because he helps her the most during campaigns (it’s a very complex Dune reference, but the Muad’dib is the name of a desert mouse who taught the Fremen Desert People to produce water in the deserts of Arrakis, and a quote from Dune calls the mouse instructor of boys, hence, Dustin is Allie’s Muad’Dib).

Allie by contrast doesn’t have any friends besides Eddie’s own friends, but she does have a close relationship with Chrissy who talks to her in the bathrooms when they skip periods together. Chrissy at first doesn’t really know who any of Allie’s friends are, but an incident with Eddie makes her mistrustful of him and she constantly warns Allie not to be too reliant on her boyfriend, as Chrissy doesn’t think highly of Eddie after this incident. So Chrissy is highly protective of her little dorky friend, especially after Allie tells her this is the first real relationship she’s ever been in.

Pet name question- Ooooh! Okay! So, the name Allie in of itself is Eddie’s special pet name for Alejandra. Ordinarily, people in Hawkins will use her anglicized name (Alexandra), or they’ll shorten it to Alex, Lexie, Lex, things like that. But since Eddie’s name is shortened, he wanted to match with her, so he started calling her Allie (he did not want to call her Al, for obvious reasons).

At first she HATED that name, but after a while, she got used to it and loved it. Eddie also often calls her simple things like baby, babe, sweetheart, sweetpea, princess, they both call each other “eebies” which is basically “baby” after it’s been woobified so many times the word is no longer recognizable.

Allie’s pet names for Eddie mainly consist of baby, babe, hunny bunny (she loves rabbits so this one was a must), angel, angel baby, and Cherry Garcia because he teased her once for being a cherry girl. So she started calling him Cherry Garcia because he popped hers 🤣.

Jealousy question- I think the one who gets jealous the most is Allie for sure. Homegirl has wack jealousy issues and often just wants to keep Eddie to herself.

I think Eddie is at first big headed about having a girl get jealous and possessive of him, but definitely weirded out by it when it extends out to her being jealous of his friends, and it might actually be one of the factors that he calls her out on the most often. Especially when she starts getting snappy and mean to people who don’t deserve it.

But Eddie is more inclined I think to be self defeating about his jealousy. His hackles don’t raise when he gets jealous of other guys showing interest in Allie, instead he fucking panics. Tries love bombing but when she gets weirded out by it, becomes convinced she doesn’t like him and that she can do better. So he gets depressed and stops if he feels like all his scrambling and love bombing isn’t working.

Domestic tidbit- They spend every waking second together and are actually kind of a little unhealthily codependent. They’re like cats following one another into the bathroom and just hanging out talking like it’s no big deal while they do their business.

It’s usually because they’re mid conversation about something, and don’t see the point in pausing when they can just chat while they do whatever. They figure it’s also easier to just chat while they’re both in the same space so they’re not having to yell through the door. Especially if it’s a private conversation. So it’s common during events to be like “where’s Eddie/where’s Allie” and someone responds “they went to the bathroom” nonchalantly.

Everyone thinks it’s weird and sexual like they’re off screwing in there, but it’s literally just shit like them discussing why you can tell Tolkien is more of a historian than a story teller in the chapter Concerning Hobbits. Or talking shit about how someone looked at them wrong during lunch.

[salemsvlog]

Ladys and Gentlebitches:

THEM

The Army of “falling in love of my best friend after having a shitty luck with love”

[mattzerella-sticks]

Eddie goes with Buck to a gay bar to be supportive.

Buck turns his head to talk to a cute guy for five minutes. When he tries to find Eddie again he's in the middle of the dance floor, shirt off, body covered in glitter and sandwiched between two men having the time of his life.

[lemeduartes]

Tried to tell my Dad about Bi Buck and this is how the conversation went:

Me: DAD! BUCK IS BISEXUAL

Dad: Your friend? Okay (I have a friend who's nickname is DUCK)

Me: what? No, dad, Buck! The firefighter from 911? You watched the show with me, remember?

Dad: OOOOOOOH YEAH I REMEMBER! The actor is bisexual?

Me: No, the character "BUCK" is bi

Dad: Well, you know the actor's PERSONAL LIFE now? He could be bisexual, or gay, or the thing that Deadpool is

Mom entering the kitchen: Who is gay?

Dad: Buck

Mom: Julia's friend? (I'm Julia)

Me: No, mom, the firefighter, he is bi

Mom: You friend is a firefighter?

Me: What? No, I don't know any firefighter. It's the blonde guy in 911, Buck, he is bisexual

Dad: Yes, and the actor may or may not be bi too, but we don't know that!

Mom: ok?

Me: *gives up*

[teachyouhowtodothesponge]

Draw my fanchild of Frank and Eddie Allie Sweetie! He so cute! I would like him with Frank and Eddie!

Aww I love Allie's design! Also his bug plush is cool and I want one haha. Here is a doodle of Allie and a lil family doodle. :)

[parrishjeanna]

The Buddiestans at it again. It’s like they don’t see the actors as individuals that have their own opinions on their characters. Comments are from the IG account @911onabc the new post they made. They’re all saying, oh the Bees stand for Buddie. 🙄😒 riiiiight, because that makes sense.

[coderooster]

Forever grateful they ditched the voice-over thing from the earlier seasons, it just made me cringe. HOWEVER, I would have willingly cringed through it to hear Buck and Tommy's internal dialogue in the restaurant a la Buck and Abby's Valentine's date, because that shit would be hilarious.

[bluecheeseinmyoffwhites]

So Chimney’s dad’s words were "A man cannot raise a child fathered by another man"

Which is quite untrue according to the very queer family of the Buckley Diazes

[sofiiel]

For @itsmyyear86 Allie x Eddie - lol one of many as I've got so many ideas with for the faceclaim pictures you sent!

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

A Freak and A Basket Case “As The Good Lord Intended” - Love Walks In

Eddie Munson x Original Character

Has the @stranger-things-x-oc-blog community inspired me to finally write about Allie? Yes. Yes they have. So please, have this Drabble about A Freak and A Basket Case that was written as the Good Lord intended: as an OC fic.

Divider by: @strangergraphics-archive

Big shout out to all my friends and moots in the Eddie Munson fandom. There are so many people to tag and I don’t wanna miss anyone, so if you’re a moot and you’re reading this, I love you 🥺❤️.

Trigger Warnings: Inappropriate and potentially triggering use of finger guns, suicide mention. In case you don’t like stuff like that, I’d avoid reading ❤️.

It had started so simple: with a smile.

“—and I trust in this group of fine, young Americans I see before me today, that you will not squander the opportunities given to you…”

They were playing with one another. Like unsupervised little kids. Pulling faces. Stifling laughter behind their hands.

“— trust that you will not bring shame to our school and that you will always conduct yourselves with dignity, honor and respect—…”

Eyes so dark brown they were almost black sparkled with the light of one thousand stars. Batting in a playful game of peekaboo behind a curtain of shaggy curls twirled around ringed fingers, deep grooves of smile lines betraying true intentions that had been previously hidden by his intimidating frown.

“— and that you will not let shame come to the good name of the Hawkins High Tigers—…”

Principal Higgins droned on, addressing the student body for the first assembly of the semester to encourage greatness in the faces of the bright, smiling, predominantly white young Americans of Hawkins High School. Some looked reverently back at him; in particular a new crop of senior students in Izod and Ralph Lauren sat up ramrod straight and smart.

They took away the attention from the majority of students struggling to stay awake after being forced to assemble at seven fifteen am on a Monday after summer break. Higgins made a point to make direct eye contact with his preppy flock’s bright blue eyes that matched his own, hands on either side of his podium like a preacher doling deliverance from a pulpit.

While the principal spoke his words of encouragement to his little audience of polished white collar perfection, two freaks were playing with one another, horsing around from worlds apart: the boy lurking off to one corner of the bleachers on the side where the scoreboard read “home”, the girl aptly placed on “visitor”.

Alejandra Perea giggled softly, covering her eyes with her hands as she peeked through the gaps of her fingers, cheeks positively red as the guy from across the way continued to play up like a fool.

She flexed her fingers, closing and opening them like the petals on a flower. Then positioned them lower, wriggling them by her lips. Imitating little tentacles. Like she was pretending to be a mindflayer.

The metalhead flared his nostrils and pursed his lips. He turned – maintaining side eye contact – and from that angle it looked like he had his finger up his nose. Dexterous fingers pretend picked, brown eyes squinted as if examining a booger, then he pretend flicked towards the gaggle of girls sitting a few rows below him.

Alejandra nearly chewed a hole in her jacket cuff trying to stop from laughing.

The guy smiled even wider. A long tongue stuck out at her, dark brown eyes crossed.

She snorted, covering her gap tooth grin, before making a fish face at him. Waving her hands like fins by her cheeks.

It had all started with a smile…

At first, they had both looked so intimidating. Both with a case of faces that looked bitchy and rude when at rest. Alejandra didn’t know a soul in this crowd, and she had been livid when her mother pulled into the drop off lane this morning. She thought she could hurt everyone before they hurt her, but she was wrong. Instead of trying to be a Bene Gesserit, she should have listened to the hundreds of afterschool specials that had tried to warn her of the worst possible outcomes of high school: bullying, being the new meat, becoming a victim.

During assembly, she found herself alone. Her attitude had soured her seat mates from having her around them, and she hid in the upper corner of the visitor bleachers while clutching her backpack to her and trying to read from a very old and rough Dune hardcover. Ten minutes ago the only man that would have managed to make her smile would have been the Lisan Al Gaib of Arrakis himself, that dreamy blue eyed Shortening of the Way that lived within the dog eared pages of her second hand Frank Herbert novel never failed to make her feel like life was worth living.

The expression Alejandra put on her face was angry, hateful. She bundled up in her quilted Carhartts jacket even though it was 80 degrees outside and high humidity. Her dress was as gray as her mood. And she wore a scowl to match. The whole look screamed Alia Atreides to her, but all anyone else saw was a poor blue collar shrimp attempting to cover up her cherry red nose and tear stained cheeks.

Then she caught sight of him.

He was an honest to god real life Eddie Van Halen – at first Alejandra had to do a double take to make sure it wasn’t actually the rockstar himself – sitting around the upper corner of the home bleachers. He was surrounded by guys in leather who were secretly passing around a plastic water bottle from which they took furtive sips, and he sat like a king on his throne with his elbows on his knees and his fingers steepled.

Not-Van-Halen’s face was scrunched up into a hateful squint. He looked like he would throw a chair if asked the time.

And she couldn’t stop staring at him.

He’d made eye contact with Alejandra. Raised a suspicious eyebrow. Challenged her silently to a stare down as his lip curled up in a snarl. And because he had on a shirt with a familiar outline of an angel falling over the words “US Tour 1975”, Alejandra Perea did something so natural and automatic, that it caught Not-Van-Halen off guard.

She smiled at him, and waved a timid hand.

Now here they were: two silly geese behaving like they were in elementary school, playing and pulling faces. They couldn’t have told you who started it if asked, they only knew that both were determined to finish it.

“And now,” Principal Higgins clapped his hands together, “I ask that everyone please rise for the Hawkins High Fight Song.”

Everyone stood in a grumble of protests and snickers, and half heartedly began to sing as the school band began to play. After being conditioned for the last few years, the more senior students knew their parts and played them well except for Not-Van-Halen and his entourage of friends, and for Alejandra, who didn’t know the words anyways.

She kept her eye on Not-Van-Halen, watching his friends rib and tease him as the others sang as one body the most convoluted, brainwashed lyrics that made up their school’s fight song. It was like watching a group of Fremen captives being forced to sing praises for Baron Harkonnen, and Alejandra made eye contact with Not-Van-Halen amidst the chaos.

She pressed her index and middle finger together, and with thumb up, pressed them to her temple. Universal high school code for boring, convoluted ass shit that just made you wanna paint the walls with your own dura mater.

Not-Van-Halen widened his eyes and put a hand over his chest as his mouth pulled a frown, before nodding in agreement and pulling another face. His tongue was waggling out at her, and little devil horns were made on his head with his spindly fingers, and Alejandra had to slap her hand over her mouth to stop from screeching out loud. The sound was muffled by the crescendo of students coming to the close of the song, and just as she was about to retaliate the dismissal bell rang. Shrill. Overpowering.

A grim reminder that she was still in Hawkins.

Principal Higgins made sure to clarify to his selected group of precious baby birds that the seniors were to head in the direction of the school cafeteria to Ms. Kelley and Mr. Kaminski for their schedules and locker assignments, doling out similar information half heartedly to the retreating freshmen, sophomore, and junior students.

Alejandra kept her eyes locked on Not-Van-Halen for as long as she could, but lost sight of him when she was overtaken by a throng of students all hurrying to move past her.

“Fuck, welp, I guess this is where we leave you and Jeff.”

Gareth Emerson took one more swig of the plastic bottle of Everclear that he’d snuck that morning from his mother’s Sears Roebuck liquor cabinet. Frank Kraguljac picked up his backpack and began to stand, grunting as he stretched. Frank was already complaining about the wait, pissed off because he’d lost a d4 in the bleachers just walking up to the highest point to sit down.

“Where are we even going?” Frank complained.

“Didn’t you hear Higgs? Front office, dude.” Gareth said, looking on as Eddie seemed to be searching for something, “You and Jeff are in the cafeteria, right Eddie?”

No response from his fearless leader.

“Hey… Eddie!”

“Huh?!”

His large brown eyes looked desperate, brows knitted together in a frown. The expression was concerning, certainly not something that self respecting Eddie Fucking Munson would ordinarily wear.

“What are you looking at?” Gareth asked, and all eyes turned to where Eddie had been looking previously.

The metalhead didn’t respond, pausing as he took one more glance out towards the visitor bleachers, as if hoping for something once more.

“I was waving at that new girl…” he muttered.

“Huh?”

“New girl?” Jeff Schaffer asked, looking around in the throng of students retreating.

“Yeah, you know, the one who kinda looks like that Valerie Bertinelli chick. Gray dress, quilted jacket, cute little bob cut…?” He replied, his voice trailing off as he continued to look out.

For obvious reasons, the prospect of seeing someone who resembled the guilty pleasure that was Barbara Cooper Royer had Jeff and Frank searching up and down. Gareth couldn’t place the name to the face, until he remembered that one of his favorite guitar players had married about four years ago.

“Valerie Bertinelli…? You mean the one that’s married to Van Halen?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah, that one. She looks a lot like her! The new girl… the one that was sitting up higher in the bleachers, you know the one?” Eddie’s voice had become a bit more exasperated, growing increasingly flustered as he looked down at the slimming crowd.

“Uhhhhh…”

They all looked around. Jeff stood higher, leaned forward, and he squinted a little as he put a hand over his eyes. He repeated “Bertinelli… Bertinelli…” like a mantra as he searched.

“Bob cut… kinda curly…? Dark brown hair? Rick Moranis type glasses?” He asked.

Eddie’s eyes lit up, a smile tugging at his lips, and his wild hair whipping back and forth.

“Yes! That’s her! That’s her! You’ve seen her, right?”

“Yeah, she’s standing right over there. That’s her right? In the brown jacket with all those patches?”

Jeff pointed out Not-Bertinelli standing in line to leave. She seemed to be looking for someone, bouncing on the soles of her feet.

Leaning over his friend and slapping the back of his leather coat, Eddie followed the point, nearly sending the two of them toppling over the bleachers. Jeff got annoyed and hissed a snide “get off my ass” before Eddie moved.

Utterly smitten. Still with more faces to pull.

“Yeah…” he breathed, his grin overtaking his face, “Yeah, that’s her.”

They all stared. Frank catching flies with his mouth open, Jeff still squinting, and Gareth with his right hand over his mouth.

“… Bertinelli, huh?” Gareth asked, skeptical.

Eddie nodded.

“… she looks more like a hobbit.” Jeff admitted.

The comparison caused Eddie to splutter and the rest of Hellfire Club to laugh, nearly choking on their own spit.

“Excuse me?” Eddie blurted, “You think she looks like a hobbit?!”

“Oh shit...” Gareth grinned, “Yeah I totally see it. Darker skin tone, chubby face, curly brown hair… and she’s tiny!”

“She just blends right into the crowd.” Jeff nodded, “Good at hiding? Brown skin? That’s a Harfoot, dude, not Bertinelli.”

“Shut up!” Eddie hissed, his face turning red as he shoved a laughing Jeff, “Be nice! She totally looks like Bertinelli!”

“Man, that’s a Baggins from Bag End. Admit it!”

“Gareth shut your mouth or I swear to God your long rests will never know peace-…”

“Bertinelli Baggins of the Shire.” Frank blurted out.

The boys began to howl with laughter, while Eddie shoved them all. Each one alternated with different fucked up variations of jokes. Asking if she’d used the one ring to disappear from view. Suggesting that they corner her during lunch and see if they could check for curlicues on her feet.

All the while Eddie was trying to call his men to order. Screeching like an angry barn owl for them to shut the fuck up, it’s not funny, his beet-red face evidence that he was hypocritically fighting for his life to not bark out his own unhinged laughter at the jokes. Because secretly he knew they were right. The cute new girl was totally a hobbit.

Bertinelli Baggins…

Eddie silently hoped that maybe he’d manage to get lucky and find her again. Even if he had to look in every smial this side of Hawkins High School to find the Bag End she called home.

[unfunnyvibes]

I can’t believe it’s officially Evan ‘Ally’ Buckley month. Happy to all that celebrate, may the rainbow flags be in your bio ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

[mixsethaddams]

Eddie and Steve thought they were being so sneaky and clever, and that Wayne was totally in the dark about them being more than friends.

In reality, Wayne knew after roughly the third time he arrived home at 6am to see Steve already drinking coffee in the kitchen, supposedly having dropped by to take Eddie for ‘an early breakfast’.

The pyjama pants were the biggest giveaway.

[mothmans-left-buttcheek]

The Bitch, the Witch, and the Star

Jay Mocking x Allie Perea x Nova James

Inspired by @eddiemunson-reader-shame and @floredaqueen FOLLOW THEM OH MY GOD!!

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary- Fresh out of school in the summer of 85. Allie Perea and Jay Mocking are enjoying the cold delights served at Scoops A’hoy until Nova James shakes up their evening.

Warnings: profanity, references to sex, a bisexual disaster, this is basically just fluff with cursing and friendly bullying

Playlist: Rio by Duran Duran, Walk This Way by Aerosmith, Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking

A/N: So I’ve been engaging in fanfics for years but rarely writing my own since I’m mostly inspired by original characters, so this is a scene with two of my favorite Stranger Things oc’s including my own because I am simply self indulgent lol. Basically I thought “what if I threw three girls in love with Eddie Munson in a room” and this was the result. I’ve done my best to interpret the characters with the information I could find while also manipulating some information for the sake of timeframe, I apologize if anything is out of character!

The artwork above is just a sketch I made while letting the fic cook, it's not great, I'm more a writer than an artist, but I hope y'all like it. There’s also songs I’ve associated with certain moments in the fic, feel free to give them a listen.

(Listen to “Rio”, Duran Duran)

There wasn’t anything to do in Hawkins Indiana. Sure there were record stores and vintage diners along the main strip downtown, but those industries were carried on by traditional residents alone. There wasn’t anything charming about Hawkins, it was just your run of the mill middle of nowhere Midwestern town. Until the Starcourt mall.

The newest edition to the smallest town in the Midwest was a hit amongst locals. Normally your selections for an evening out were slim to none, you’d have to drive hours away for the best date nights. But the Starcourt Mall was a shining beacon to the people of Hawkins, a tower of neon lights that sang a song of genuine entertainment. Shaky escalators, iconic chain clothing stores, a food court fumigating with grease, and a cozy movie theater to boot Hawk theater out of business.

It had everything to appeal to anyone from a rambunctious teen to a generous grandparent, the glow of the sun coming in from the glass ceiling more than just a natural light source. It was the light of hope for social lives all across town. Not to mention the impact it had on the economy. Hundreds of new jobs opened up to the ambitious folks in Hawkins with the promise of decent salary. Many people left their jobs at their local mom-and-pop-shops, so the town lost some of its historic charm with the modern mall, but with all the beloved structure had to offer it was difficult to find real fault in Starcourt. There was a Jazzercise studio, a gaming arcade, Sears. With no competition for miles, Starcourt Mall ruled Hawkins Indiana the summer of ’85.

(Listen to “Walk This Way”, Aerosmith)

“Where’d you get that record?” Allie asked.

She lounged casually in the plush seats in Scoops A’hoy, the slightly sticky leather clinging to the dense fabric of her brown carhartt jacket. Select patches adorned the piece, their rough texture matching with the slightly worn out graphic of her Van Halen shirt. Allie’s stare was buffered by square glasses, her round brown eyes flickering across the table with growing judgment. Full cheeks which would look lovely in a smile only adding to her youthful appearance while her full lips pulled into an unamused frown. A hint of pink in her tawny skin accented by the dark birthmarks under her eye. Her brown hair tickled her shoulders with a volume brought on by messy waves.

Allie Perea was rarely seen without a displeased stare, could’ve been caused by her tumultuous family or could’ve been caused by her fresh seeded hatred for Hawkins. She’d moved in less than a year ago, yet within her first day she had marked herself as a basket case amongst her fellow classmates. The bucket of insults she had collected filtered out to one title she did her best to wear proudly, “The Bitch of Hawkins High.” She possessed an off-putting attitude ready for someone to have a problem with her and an unwillingness to be social, which made her seat in a social setting like Starcourt Mall unusual. In truth Allie stared at the girl across the sugar stained table, a shadow looming in the bright colored shop.

Brown hooded eyes stared back at her framed by thick black eye makeup, black hair teased to high heaven like a rain cloud around her head. Her upturned nose sported a septum ring and her tall cheekbones were painted with unnaturally sharp black contour, it washed out her pale skin to a sickly ivory. A Siouxsie and the Banshees shirt cut off her shoulders while fishnet gloves crawled up her arms to meet the short sleeves. She had thin lips painted in a deep red with an oval birthmark dotted just under the left of her lip.

Janice, Jay, Mocking had practically grown up in Hawkins. She memorized every store to street corner, remembered all the awkward stages of the preps and jocks that mocked her, and knew every hypocrite that attended Sunday service in the church her parents pastored. In middle school her odd tendencies were mostly glossed over thanks to the authority her parents had in the community, but she lost her safety when her childhood sketches of graveyards and growing taxidermy collections got out. Her outcast shift was welcomed by her peers with a series of rude and ironic insults, and despite all the bird puns made from her name “The Hawkins Witch” was the name that stuck the most.

So it was appropriate for the bitch and the witch to grow a relationship that benefited the both of them. Allie had someone to help her navigate and Jay could be weird without being alone. Getting to know Starcourt mall had become their pastime, so despite their antisocial tendencies the two enjoyed getting complimented by strangers or berated by their school nemesis in a building with more escape routes.

Jay had let Allie’s question hang in the air, the two giving matching deadpanned stares while Scoops A’hoy bustled around them. After a slow deliberate blink Jay eventually answered, “Sam Goody’s.”

A lick of shame twisted her tongue, and Allie caught it.

“Sam Goody’s? Isn’t that a chain store? Weren’t you bashing chain stores last week?.” Allie accused.

Jay rolled her eyes back and pulled the vinyl into her lap, “look, Tears for Fears came out with a new album and I’ve been dying to-“

“Tears for Fears?” Allie interrupted.

Jay stifled just for a moment, unsure if she misspoke, “yes? Tears for Fears, Songs from the Big Chair?”

The girl across from her adjusted her glasses and brushed her hair back.

“What happened to all the punk ideologies you were preaching last week? Not going to chain stores or feeding the industry and shit?”

“The album came out months ago and Music Mania downtown still doesn’t have any copies, one little Sam Goody’s run isn’t gonna hurt anyone,” Jay defended herself with a near perfect cadence. Like this was an argument she had rehearsed in her head.

“I’m just surprised you’re breaking your ‘goth principles’ over Tears For Fears.”

“Bitch, you listen to Phil Collins.”

“I do, oh I do, proudly in fact. But I’m not busting my balls adhering to rules of my subculture, and then breaking said rules for a pop group.”

“They’re pop-rock! You know what- forget it, I’m not taking shit from a ‘metalhead’ that listens to Prince.”

Allie slowly shook her head while maintaining eye contact, “... says the hypocrite.”

“Yeah?” Jay answered while raising her brows and cocking her head to the side.

“Well you’re a try hard.”

Allie crossed her arms, “you’re a poser-”

“You’re a virgin,” Jay interjected while slightly lunging over the table. The two were locked in a stare down for a long passage of silence.

“… do you wanna split a sundae?” Allie asked suddenly.

Jay’s eyes flickered to the table as she contemplated with a hum before she looked back up at Allie with a shrug, “butterscotch?”

She grimaced and groaned to disagree, “grody.”

Jay sighed in disappointment, turning her head to look back at the menu and consider their options. Just as she did so she was hit with a whiff of sweet perfume and a flash of baby blue in her vision. She felt her stomach drop just for a moment as she recognized the form walking up to the register.

(Listen to “Cheri Cheri Lady”, Modern Talking)

If mermaids were real she would be a siren. Warm skin shining rose gold in the light, plump round lips painted with delicate gloss, and deep doe eyes with lushes lashes fluttering with mischief. Her maple brown hair was long and rich in volume, curled to perfection while her bangs floated gently over her forehead. One birthmark kissed her left side just under her lip and another sat comfortably under her right eyebrow. She was dressed simply but with perfect measure, her blue dress hugging her slim waist and chest tightly while swaying around her wide hips and along her thick thighs.

Aknova James was borderline Hawkins royalty. Her parents were loaded so she was afforded every luxury the average resident of Hawkins would have to go out of their way for. While growing up under the influence of the Hippie movement from the prior decade, Nova grew into an incredibly classy young woman. At least she appeared classy. Just underneath her elegantly trimmed smile was a carefree attitude and an iron resolve, few people’s opinions could deter her predetermined perspective. And should someone cross her, she had a few choice words which would knock the wind out of anyone’s sails. Thankfully the shining star used her power wisely… more or less.

“Ohhh fuck,” Jay muttered as she watched the new customer pass by their table.

Allie’s brows furrowed and she twisted to try to match Jay’s gaze, “What?”

The second she spotted the cheerleader her own jaw became slack, “Ohhh mierda.”

Both the odd balls were familiar with Nova, mostly from the captivating atmosphere she carried through the halls, and long winded rumors of her privileged position. Being on the cheer team also granted her revered social status, and the outcasts clocked her high school social class from miles away. She was in a different league from the two entirely; when she entered a room, things shook. They could only hope things would shake away from them.

“That’s Nova James,” Allie commented with surprise.

“Yeah I know that’s Nova fucking James, her giant ass is ten feet away from my face,” Jay hissed. Curling her fingers together and resting her elbows on the table, her chin sat atop her intertwined gloved hands. Narrowing her eyes at the girl who had approached the desk, she grumbled under her breath just loud enough for her friend to hear.

“Shit, she looks hot. Really hot.”

“Good, she’ll take some of the attention off of you and your rats nest,” Allie teased while pulling at the wispy strands of Jay’s teased hair.

“It’s a bat's nest, god, and you know what, maybe I want a little attention! I’m hot! And when Madonna wannabe’s aren’t walking around like they’re god's greatest gift to the mall, I actually get compliments!”

Allie opened her mouth to reply to her friend’s banter but was left without any silence to fill.

“God she really pisses me off. Every time she comes in here she asks for a sample, dislikes the sample, and orders two scoops of strawberry in a waffle cone. But like three bites into the ice cream she sticks the whole thing into a bowl. You’d think she’d start cutting to the chase and getting strawberry in a bowl, but no, she goes through the whole process every time.”

The brunette stared at the rambling goth across from her with concern. “… are you stalking her?”

Jay looked back at her with a face still perplexed in frustration at the girl currently ordering, “I’m here a lot, and I like to people-watch, okay? Look- just look-“

As she insisted and subtly pointed to Nova, the girl already had a small spoon between her lips. Chewing slightly and nodding in response she tossed the spoon into a small trash bin. She pursed her lips while thinking for a moment, the dirty blonde currently working the desk sighing with an empty stare as Nova contemplated. She finally spoke up and pointed to a flavor sitting deep in the display. Allie and Jay watched intently while the employee leaned to grab a waffle cone, and after digging her scooper into the tub she lifted a perfect scoop of pink and red, followed by a second scoop to raise the height of the treat.

“Yeah, she got strawberry,” Allie nodded absentmindedly at the scene in front of her only to be immediately shushed by Jay who was still watching like a hawk.

Nova received the ice cream with a smile, licking a stripe while rummaging through her purse. She took a second bite while pulling out cash and dropped it casually by the register. Her motions stilled as she waited for her change to be rung up, and only once the receipt was handed to her did she take a third bite of the ice cream. After a brief conversation with the current employee the girl was handed a small bowl, and Nova dumped her ice cream down into the cup quickly while the waffle cone peaked out like a tall tower.

“Boom!” Jay slammed her hands against the table. “Just like I said. She literally has a pattern!”

Allie flinched, startled from the noise but nodded back.

“Yep, yeah, wow,” she began in a sarcastic voice. “She literally did exactly what you said she would do. That was crazy. I’m so- so enraged by her behavior. Good catch Jay.”

“… can you at least pretend to care?”

“I was pretending.”

“Well then do it better-“

“Hey Jay,” a new voice chimed into their conversation.

The two girls turned their gazes to the opposite side of their table to find a pretty brunette in a blue dress staring at them patiently while chewing on a spoonful of ice cream. A smirk tugged at her lips and she batted her lashes with feigned innocence. The once previously hunched over goth straightened in her seat and smiled politely.

“Hey- hi, Nova. Good to see you.” She slurred in slight panic.

“You know I thought Elvira was sitting here for a second, I was about to ask for an autograph! How are you?” Nova asked as she shifted her weight to one hip, eyes flickering between the two girls sitting side by side in the booth.

Jay let out a breathless laugh while her flattered face grew pink.

“I’m good, uhm, have you met Allie?” Jay asked as she motioned to her friend next to her, Nova’s eyes quickly followed like she had been waiting for the stranger to be brought up.

“No, not formally, I’m Nova James,” she said with an award winning grin. Her hair falling delicately to one shoulder as if it was commanded to.

Allie was struggling to respond, staring wide-eyed while her mouth hung open and a hum rang out, like she was a robot in the middle of saying hi before someone hijacked her programming. Jay gently kicked Allie under the table to silence her droning, their thick boots creating a dull ‘thwack’ against each other.

“Hi! Nice to meet you finally, formally, properly, uhm- I’m Allie Perea, I moved here a few months ago- New Mexico.” Allie came to life and spoke quickly.

“No way,” Nova’s voice peaked with intrigue, “that’s so cool! I went there for a music festival with my parents when I was younger.”

Allie was wide eyed behind her square glasses, “Oh wow, you’ve really traveled- uh, yeah we get really good groups out there. My dad took me to see Van Halen last year.” She said and after a beat tugged on her tour t-shirt.

“Those are the guys that did that one song-” Nova hummed the opening melody to Jump while squinting her eyes to place the group in her mind.

“Yeah! Yeah that’s them!” Allie answered with a grin

“Gnarly, they seem fun to hear live.” She complimented while watching the bundled up girl continue to gawk. Allie’s soft features slowly started to curl into an impressed smile, eyes shining with excitement at the mention of the band. Although the transfer student was a fresh face, the cheerleader couldn’t help but find Allie endearing and sweet.

Allie’s mind on the other hand was a whirlwind, this casual interaction defied everything she knew about the social hierarchy in Hawkins. Cheerleaders didn’t talk to basket cases and when they did they certainly weren’t nice about it. Yet the wealthy girl was currently on equal footing as the outcasts, enjoying the same atmosphere and the same sweet treat. The concept helped to soothe Allie’s rampant anxiety.

Jay looked between the two for a moment as the conversation halted, so she interrupted the awkward silence with as charming a smile as she could muster, “Well what brings you to the mall? Running some errands? Meeting up with a hot date?”

Nova laughed and waved her hand in the air, “not today, I’m just meeting up with a friend.”

Nova glanced between the two girls, her foxy eyes glimmering with cunning as her freehand pressed on the table. Leaning over the table to get closer to them she tilted her head.

“Actually, you guys are friends with Eddie Munson right?”

The question punctuated a pause in the banter, Jay and Allie flickering their eyes to meet as their faces twinned in confusion.

“Yeah? We are.” Jay answered uncertain.

“Does he have a job right now?”

It was then Allie barked a harsh laugh, a mocking smile stretching her lips.

“I think Eddie’s allergic to work! Guys been slacking off all summer, super bummed about being held back… I shouldn’t have said that last part.”

“It’s fine, I suspected as much.” Nova pulled out a small paper from her purse and slid it onto the table.

“My dad’s looking for someone to keep our pool clean for the summer, pay’s pretty good. If you guys could let him know I’d really appreciate it, have him give me a call if he wants the job.”

As the paper rested between the pair they both moved to inspect it, and sure enough it was Nova’s phone number. Written plainly but perfectly nonetheless. Jay ran the paper between her hands for a moment while she glanced back and forth between the paper, her friend, and the cheerleader.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, we will let him know of the opportunity.”

“Great, you guys are the best! I’ve gotta go but I’ll catch you later,” Nova gave them a playful wink and walked off, her hips swaying side to side as she waved to someone beyond Scoops A’hoy. “Isa! Over here!”

Jay scrambled to lean on the table and watch the swaying of her skirt, “hate to see her leave, love to watch her walk away-“

“Holy shit what was that?” Allie exclaimed as she grabbed Jay’s arm and shook her harshly. “How did she know your name?”

“I don’t know!”

“I thought I was gonna die! Pinche madre, she knows my name now!” Allie deflated in her seat and slapped her hand against her chest.

Jay was too busy examining the slip of paper in her hands, bouncing slightly in her seat while relishing over the dark ink, “and we have her phone number! She gave us her number!”

“… yeah, for Eddie…” Allie corrected with a studious cadence.

Jay turned to look at her, both staring deadpanned as they had earlier.

“… and? She handed it to me.”

“I don’t think she wants you as her poolboy.”

“Hey, I could make a great pool boy. I’m fit, I’m handy-“

“Jay, she wants to fuck Eddie.”

“Ew!” Jay’s face scrunched up like she had tasted a fresh lemon and she dropped the number on the table.

“Gag me with a spoon, don’t put that image in my head!”

“It’s obvious! If her family was really just looking for someone to clean their pool they’d get some average Joe off the street, but Nova’s looking for someone specific to take it. I mean she went out of her way to talk to us just to get to Eddie!”

Allie waved her hands in the air for emphasis and finally slapped them back down in her lap, her friend watching with her lips pressed thinly together and a stare that suggested denial. With a groan Jay dropped her head into her hands and rubbed her face harshly.

“Oh god, she’s gonna fuck Eddie…”

Allie nodded back, the thought that they were accidental accomplice’s in an aspiring hookup was awkward enough. But when factoring in that one of the most popular girls in Hawkins High was making a pass at their loser Dungeon Master, a guy so different from her, a whole new cloud of shame hung over their heads in response’.

Considering Eddie’s romantic track record, Nova’s chances with him were shaky; his last relationship ended in a felony and his crush turned out to be a lesbian. Whatever the result, Allie and Jay had to endure bearing witness. The two girls sat in quiet contemplation, imagining what kind of dumpster fire Eddie would make out of Nova’s advances while also reeling that they encountered a wild cheerleader and survived unscathed.

“… do you wanna split a sundae?” Allie asked with disdain still present in her attitude.

Jay raised her head, humming in contemplation, “butterscotch?”

“… fuck it, sure.”

[swiftiesbuddie]

Tanner singing this in Teen Beach Movie is like when Buck told Eddie that him and Tommy were gonna go looking for “hot chicks” while they were on a date together