Stranger Things Imagines

Freak

You should go to the back woods behind the school and get a gram to chill you out. I will let Eddie know you're coming.

I don't know why I decided to listen to my lab partner, but yet here I was walking through people towards the back of the school.
Knowing nobody will stop and stare, I still can't help but feel like I need to walk fast to my destination.
I've never smoked weed before so what the hell  am I even doing?

My heart can't help but pick up speed when I think about who I am meeting in the woods.

Eddie Munson.

Eddie was always known as the schools freak, but I never saw him that way. What, just because you're not in a stupid clique and want to be a part of something you're passionate about makes you a freak?
Also, he is insanely attractive. From his big, curly hair to his leather jacket he's always sporting, down to the rings he always has on his fingers.

Eddie isn't the only person with a nickname at Hawkins. Mine? I was called psycho. Listen, I love horror movies. The more gore the better! You can kill off any person in the movie and I'll enjoy it. Just not an animal..never an animal. I will think about it for days.

I remember asking Jason to watch a slasher film. By the end of the night, he had the nickname in mind and was ready to release it at school the next day. Didn't help when I laughed at all of the cheerleaders getting killed off. The boy looked like he could've pissed his pants. Whatever, I'm glad I don't have to sit through his minister-like speeches and get those awkward looking smirks he gives. Poor Chrissy.

Chuckling to myself as I approach a lone bench in the woods, I don't hear the footsteps approaching from behind me.

"Hey there".

I normal person would've played it cool and maybe tossed their hair aside and giggled.

Not me.

Instead I decided to trip and fall onto my ass while yelling "Holy fucking shit dude what in the disco-loving hell!"

Eddie had a big smile on his face and I could tell he was trying to hold it together. "Shit-sorry I didn't mean to scare you y/n"

I looked up at him through my eyelashes, "you know who I am?"

"No shit". He reached out his ring-bearing hand and grasped mine to help me off of the ground. "I've seen you in the cafeteria. You applauded me when I called out all of the prick conformists. And I may have asked a few people who you were". He looked down bashfully at our hands that were still together, before lightly patting mine and releasing it.

I laughed under my breath while walking back over to the picnic table. "I'm glad someone did. We could have our own anti-conforming pep rally tonight instead of going to the basketball game and watching Jason eye-fuck his girlfriend".

"Eye-fuck?" Eddie spat out while laughing. "I don't think I've heard of that term before. Care to show me?"
Holy god his voice could baptize me.

"That my friend is something you have to earn." I say as seductively as I could. Although I'm sure I just look like I'm constipated or something.

Eddie looks at me for awhile as I look down at my hands trying to hide the red in my face.

"So uh- I had no idea you smoked."

I look back up into his deep brown eyes that I could get lost in before I realized he was waiting for me to answer him.

"Oh uh yeah totally. I uh do it all the time. Weed is tight"

Weed is tight?! What the hell am I even saying right now.

Eddie squints his eyes with his famous side smirk. "You've never smoked, have you." Although he is making a statement, I still shake my head.

"It's nothing to ashamed about. I mean, I'd gladly take your smoking virginity. But if you don't want to do this, just say the word and I'm gone."

You could take anything from me and I would gladly let you do it.

"I want to try, but I don't know what to do."

Eddie looks into my eyes trying to figure out if I really want to do this. I look back with just as much intensity hoping he won't leave me alone on this bench feeling like a moron.
But my guardian angel decided to have my back since he starts taking something that looks like the shape of a cigarette out of his black metal lunchbox.

"Here's what we will do. This is some heavy shit that I don't just share with anyone. It'll be a lot for you so I'm going to show you how to shotgun it, okay?" He stands up and starts making his way to my side of the table. I scoot over for him and he sits directly to my left. Our thighs are touching and I can feel the heat coming from below his black ripped jeans.

"In order for this to work, you're going to have to look at me Princess".

Princess. Holy hell.

I slowly turn my head to look at him and see him already looking into my eyes with one eyebrow raised. "You ready?"
I nod my head enthusiastically making him chuckle under his breath.

"I'm going to inhale from this, you're going to open your mouth and take a deep breath as I pass it onto you. Make sure you hold it in as long as you can then exhale. Got it?" I nod my head, ready to try. No turning back now.

Eddie places the joint into his mouth and light is. I stare at his pink lips as they wrap around the tip of the joint. He inhales while closing his eyes. All I can do is stare in amazement at how attractive he looks.
He turns towards me and motions with his fingers for me to come closer. I lean in, close enough to smell his cologne and the deep smell of marijuana and slightly begin to open my mouth. His eyes drop down to my lips as they begin opening slowly. He leans in even closer to where our lips almost touch and begins to blow the smoke into my mouth. I inhale a little too quickly as I can feel a cough begin to come up in my throat.
Be cool, be cool. Just hold it and let it out.

I held the smoke for a few more seconds before letting it out. I only coughed a few times, but I think I did it right.

I look back at Eddie only to see that he is already looking at me. "So? How'd I do?"

He doesn't answer me right away which makes me a little nervous. I begin to question everything that happened within the last minute before I hear his deep voice say,
"That was hot." I feel my face begin to heat up from his words. He leans forward, his thumb just brushing against the outside of my right thigh. "Listen, flattery works with me. I was only going to let you take a few hits, but want to finish this up in the back of my van?"

The van. He wants me to go into the back of his van.

"Umm, yeah sure, w-why not." I try to sound confident, but I'm pretty sure he can see that I'm nervous.

"Just to finish this. I promise. And maybe I can tell you about my next gig."

I smile widely at him. "Yeah, I'd like that".