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Jasper Hale Headcanon

(No real warnings, just a small bit of want I think it would be like dating Jasper/Major)

~Jasper is not the jealous type.  Not even a little bit.

        •He is secure in himself and in your relationship

        •He can feel exactly how you feel about him which means idiots like Mike Newton don't get under his skin when they flirt, and they always do

        •It actually makes Jasper feel good to know that his girlfriend is so desirable, he knows his girl is beautiful, he's not blind

        •Hands however.  Hands is a different story.

        •The moment it stops being innocent flirting and someone thinks they have the ability...The Right...to put their hands on you, that's when it stops being funny or sweet or anything but enraging to the ex Major of the southern armies

        •One of the football players got his wrist snapped the first time he touched you and no one ever put their hands on you again

        •Carlisle was called into the principles office to meet with the boys parents, his parents left scolding their son on the way out and Jasper went home with his girl.

~Rosalie and Jasper have become like twins over the years of playing them and she's very protective of him.

        •She hates you at first

        •Absolutely despises you

       •Jasper actually has to put his foot down with her eventually as she scares you a bit too much and he will not have anyone frightening his mate

        •It takes about 6 months but she does come around when she overhears you sticking up for her brother to your group of friends who seemed to think that because they were your friends they could talk about your boyfriend however they wanted.  They pointed out how angry he looked, or pained, or how he never spoke to anyone asking things that were none of their business until one of them pointed out his scars having seen some on his hands in a class she sat beside him in and the moment Rosalie heard you Go Off on your friend was the moment she decided she actually approved.

~Speaking of his scars, he can't believe you don't care about them

        •It is one of the few things Jasper can't stand about himself and the first time you actually saw them the feeling that washed over you from him accidentally projecting was sickening.

        •He was shocked when you started yelling at him...yelling at him...

        •You made it very clear how you felt about them and about his time with Maria, none of it being his fault.  He did what he was taught and had no concept of another way of life for a vampire, he fed like he was taught and fought like he was taught and in your opinion it was 100% Maria's fault.

        •You nearly made him cry when you took the time to kiss along every single scar you could see with your weak human eyes, moving from his arms to his neck and jaw before kissing him.

        •That was your first kiss and it was perfect for the both of you, neither of you being able to imagine a more tender or loving moment and he never again spoke about his hatred of the scars on his body, at least nowhere you could hear him

~The Major was something that Jasper had briefly spoken to you about, not wanting to scare you with the idea of an alternate personality, promising you he had complete control of it, until of course he didn't.

•The first time you met the Major was in your bedroom when you were both alone in your house, which scared you at first but now you realize was a good thing, not needing everyone in his house to run in and try to restrain him from you.

•The Major was someone that previously only Rosalie could really deal with as she was the only person he didn't dislike, both Carlisle and Edward being too uptight, Alice and Emmett being too excitable and in your face and Bella being too...tasty. The only other person who never had to worry around him was Esme, who he found sweet and almost innocent in how kind she was to him the first time everyone met him when he tried to tear Emmett's head off.

•You had just come back from visiting the Rez with Bella and Jasper was unaware that it was happening until Bella came to their house that night to see Edward and casually mentioned it. He was at your house in less than a minute. By the time he got there he was aware that The Major was just as upset as he was but he needed to see that you were okay.

•'It's okay Jazz, it's not a big deal, I hung out with Paul all the time when we were kids and I visited Forks to see my dad, he was my best friend. Yeah he's a bit more...wolfy now, but it's alright and he got plenty far away from me when he got mad.'

'He shifted in front of you?! You saw him?!'

'Yeah but it's fine, he was just pissed when he found out I was dating a vampire but if he wants our friendship to continue he's gonna have to deal with it...Jazz? Are you okay? You're grabbing at your head like you're in pain, I didn't think vampires could get headaches...Ja-'

'Jasper ain't here right now.' It took him a second but he straightened up, his back almost rigid and his accent thicker than you had ever heard it before. 'Don't be afraid, I can feel how scared ya are Sugar, ya don't need to be. You're my mate as much as ya are Jasper's and I would never hurt my mate.'

•You didn't feel threatened by him at all knowing he was right, Jasper would never hurt his mate and that means The Major wouldn't either. You argued about him not wanting you on the Rez anymore but you stood your ground, determined to keep your childhood friend as long as you could, knowing he wouldn't be able to see you again once Jasper changed you. He clearly wasn't used to you like Jasper was, arguing much longer than he would have and eventually getting kicked out when he tried to put his foot down on the subject, only getting a chuckle from you at the idea of that.

•You waited into the night for Jasper to come back and around 10 o'clock your window opened again, your blond Texan emerging from the cold but as soon as you saw his body language you knew it still wasn't him.

•'I thought I told you to get out. I don't want a man that thinks he can control me in my room and I-'

'I'm sorry.'

'-don't-huh?'

He took a deep unneeded breath before continuing. 'I need to apologize Sugar, first time ya met me and I pitched a hissy fit. I'm sorry...I won't try and stop ya from seeing your friend anymore but...please be careful, I want phone calls when you go and when you're coming back, pick ya up at the border myself if ya need, don't hide it no more and I swear to god if one of 'em hurts ya there ain't a treaty in the world that'll stop me, I'll kill 'em all, I-' you shut him up with a forceful kiss and his hands grabbed your waist instantly, enjoying his first time getting to kiss you when you pulled back, looking at what you felt in his hand. 'Oh, I uh-I got ya this. Know ya like 'em stuffed animals, Jaspers gotten you like 20 of 'em but uh...I don't remember much from being human, I mean Jasper doesn't uh-anyway I remember huntin' with someone and black bears is one of the only things I remember and I tried to figure if ya had one or not and...well I got this one for ya.’

•That pulled at your heart strings and you took the stuffie, pulling him over to your bed and snuggling in with him for the rest of the night. Somewhere through the night Jasper came back to himself, actually waking you up to make sure you were okay, physically and with him all around.

•You are the only person that has ever accepted Jasper so easily in everything, everything he's insecure about and everything most people are scared of but you love him too much not to.

I got a little carried away with the Major bit but I have quite a few firm thoughts about him and what he's really like so, maybe more in the future if you want.

ok but can we talk about how obviously touch starved eddie munson is?

his dad obviously isn’t winning any father of the year awards, and his mom is either dead or gone, and wayne— although he loves eddie— doesn’t seem the type to be overly physically affectionate.

pair this with the fact that eddie has almost always been the weird kid. first he was the kid with the dead or deadbeat mom. the kid from the trailer park, who wore crappy hand-me-down clothes and smelled like cigarette smoke. the kid whose dad taught him to hotwire cars. then he was the kid with a buzzcut who played in a weird “satanic” band and played an even weirder satanic boardgame. then he was the teen who sold drugs, who got detention, who failed senior year twice.

and he’s always been the kid who was bullied. pushed down on the playground. beaten up in the locker rooms. dunked in toliets. nearly run off the road by rich popular kids when he was just trying to walk home to the trailer park. (wayne ends up buying the van from an old friend just to keep eddie a little safer.)

so when he finally makes a few friends, finds a few other outcast souls, he gloms onto them. he doesn’t even realize it half the time, but he’s always slapping gareth and jeff— then mike and dustin— on the back, slinging his arms over their shoulders, ruffling their hair. and sometimes they push him away, roll their eyes, annoyed by his antics, and he has to hide his hurt with another joke and quick smile.

he would be even worse with someone he had romantic feelings for. even if at first he thinks he doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t want to ruin your friendship, whatever, he still wouldn’t be able to stop himself from touching you. tapping your arm to get your attention, letting his fingers linger. playing with your hair, your clothes. knee and thigh pressed into yours while the two of you sit on the couch passing a joint.

and once the two of you actually confess your feelings? game over.

now he’s always holding your hand, leaning into your space. pressing kisses to your fingers, your hair, your mouth, anywhere he can reach. makes you sit on his lap any chance he gets, and half the time it’s not even sexual, he just wants you close. needs you close.

and every time you reciprocate— every time you lean your head on his shoulder while watching a movie, or interwine your fingers with his, or let him be the little spoon, or coax him to lie on the couch with his head in your lap so you can massage his scalp and run your fingers through his hair— eddie feels like crying. feels like he’s going to wake up any moment because this has to be a dream…

anyway…. just thinking some thoughts™️

bloopers vs the final scene.

JOSEPH QUINN  as  eddie munson  in stranger things season four.

This scene changed lives

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Don't Forget It | Eddie Munson

Summary: When Eddie's head starts to fill with that self-conscious storm, he doesn't know what else to do but hide. But tonight, you're not letting him hide anymore, and you're certainly not letting him forget how much you love him, even if he thinks it's not true.

Warnings: Self-conscious Eddie, crying, swearing, angst!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: This is a very angsty fic, and surprisingly it was very cathartic to write. It's not something I'd usually do, but for some reason, this idea really fits well.

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Eddie was one of the most open people you knew, and you could often read him like a book, his emotions so evident on his face. But sometimes, as easily as the wind would shift, he’d pull away, turning into himself and hiding away from you. This didn’t happen often, normally he’d be okay and tell you what was on his mind, no matter how awful or self-deprecating it was, but sometimes the storm in his head got too much, and he always wanted to protect you from the messy thoughts in his brain. 

You hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks, the both of you busy with exams at different schools, conflicting work schedules and an overload of homework and extracurricular activities. But it was Saturday, and the first Saturday night of each month was date night, and so far, Eddie hadn’t called to cancel. 

It was early when you got to his trailer, the sun still beaming down on you, and there were kids playing on the trailer park playground, parents calling them in for their dinner. Wayne was the one who answered the door, cigarette pinched between his lips and work uniform on, signalling he had the night shift. 

Like always, Wayne greeted you with a wide smile, a quick shoulder squeeze and offered a soda from the fridge, which you’d never refuse when you knew how much he liked having visitors like you come around. Eddie wasn’t in the lounge room or kitchen, and you couldn’t hear the shower going when you moved around the small space. It was like Wayne could tell what you were wondering as he watched you, and with a gentle sigh, he leaned against the small kitchen counter.

“Eddie’s in his room, kid. To be honest, I didn’t expect you to come by tonight, I thought Eddie would have cancelled.” Wayne takes a sip of his drink and shakes his head as you give him a questioning look. “Look, it’s not been a great week for him. The record shop let him go, since they’re closing at the end of the month, his English teacher has been hard on him about some dumb essay, and you know how Eddie can be, he’d rather blow out his eardrums with music instead of talking through his issues.” 

You let a sad smile slip through, knowing Wayne was correct, that Eddie wasn’t great at sharing negative emotions, no matter how much they were affecting him. 

“I knew I should have called before I came over, I’ve got nothing but radio silence from Eddie these last couple of weeks, he’s probably not really wanting to go on a date tonight.” You weren’t upset. Sure, you were disappointed that you wouldn’t be able to spend time with your boyfriend, but you knew he probably needed space more than he needed a night out on the town. 

“You could say hello if you wanted to. If I know anything about my nephew, it’s that his day always gets better when he sees his favourite person. Eddie’s in his bedroom working on the next D&D campaign.” Wayne crunches up his soda can then, and tosses it into the trash, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before picking up his wallet and keys. “Anyway, hang around if you want to, I’ve gotta go to work. There’s money on the bench for pizza if that takes your fancy, and really, kid, check in on Eddie, I know he’s missed having you around.” With that, Wayne’s squeezing your shoulder again, saying a gentle good night, then heading out the door and to his truck. 

The trailer is silent then, and you’re all alone in the small living space. One half of you wanted to walk right out of there, get back in your car and drive home, leaving Eddie in the peace he obviously wanted, but your other half, the half that selfishly missed his company and his smile and his voice, was pulling you towards his closed bedroom door. And before you knew it, you were knocking tentatively, not wanting to wake the beast that could be lying dormant inside. 

“Hey, uh, Eds. It’s me. Wayne just left for work…and I know you probably don’t feel up to going on our date tonight, and that’s absolutely fine, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay?” The only response you get is utter silence, and you sigh softly, frowning and hoping Eddie would just answer the door, give you some sort of sign of life. But still nothing, so you push on. “Look, I’m sorry I haven’t been around much these last couple of weeks, but I’m always here to talk if you want to…if you need to. You don’t have to lock yourself away, Eddie. It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me everything, or if you just want to sit in silence together, but please understand that you’re not alone…please baby.” You pour your heart out to the closed door, but you still get nothing in response.

Giving up, and deciding that Eddie really did just want space and silence, you let your hand drop from the door and start walking away, planning to leave the small trailer and head home, trying to entertain yourself with the idea of a rented movie and maybe a takeaway. You couldn’t force Eddie to open up when he didn’t want to, or wasn’t ready, and you also knew you didn’t want to make the situation worse, but as you grabbed the handle of the front door and opened it, you heard a creaking behind you.

“I don’t deserve you.” Eddie’s in the doorway of his room, dressed in a raggedy Hellfire shirt and an old pair of sweats, hair a mess and hands marked with pen ink. He looked like he always did on a Saturday when you came over to hang out, but his eyes were red and his bottom lip was bitten and chapped. He could barely look at you when he spoke, but when you turned and looked at him, he knew you heard him.

“Hey, Eds.” You greet him softly, not wanting to startle too much when he already looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights, eyes wide and everything. Eddie sniffs, and it’s clear to you then that he’s been crying, that the red eyes aren’t from smoking a blunt, but from letting tears fall while he’s alone in his room. You fight every urge to take him into your arms then, and instead fight back the sudden lump in your throat. “How are you?” You don’t know what else to say, but you do nearly mentally face palm once that question spills from your mouth. 

“Oh, you know, totally normal, loving these summer days and so enjoying all the exams.” Eddie tries to joke, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, it falls flat between the two of you, a big, ugly, bitter joke that is hard to swallow and a complete lie, and Eddie looks away again, scuffing his socked feet against the worn carpet. “I’m…I’m sorry for hiding from you. I just, my head got messy and you know…nothing like a bit of peace and quiet to think through your thoughts.”

“Did the time help?” Your question is soft, and though Eddie tries to smile, a crooked thing that isn’t all that honest, you know the answer. He’s shaking his head, twisting his hands together in the way he always does when he’s nervous or can’t form the right words in his head, and then he’s looking away, and crying out.

“No…it didn’t help.” You’re crashing into him then, wrapping him tightly in your arms as he breaks down, and he doesn’t expect it, nearly fights your embrace. But then he’s sobbing, and melting into you, clinging to your hold and crying into your neck. 

The two of you are on the carpet, wrapped around and providing a lifeline that you didn’t know the other one needed so bad, and all you can hear are Eddie’s gentle cries and your sniffs, trying desperately to dry your eyes. 

“Why…why do you love me? How can you even stand to be anywhere near me?” Hearing those words spill from your lover's mouth has your heart breaking, and it takes everything in you not to cry in response. Eddie’s still got his face smooshed into your chest, avoiding your gaze, and the material of your shirt is damp from his tears. 

“Oh, Eddie.” You don’t know how to answer him, of course, you want to spill your heart out to him, but you also know that he’s delicate right now, and you don’t want to worry him anymore. But you trudge on, and run your fingers up his back, soothing the wreck of a metal head. “I love you because you’re the strongest man I know. You’re always kind to those who deserve it, always trying to make someone’s day better when they need it, you’re funny and sweet and talented and smart and perfect for me in every way.” Eddie’s smiling slightly at your words, but you can tell it’s not the real answer he’s looking for. “Baby, why do you think I love you?”

You hoped you’d get an answer, but Eddie just shrugs, hair falling in front of his face and eyes downcast once again. 

“Honestly? Half the time I don’t believe you when you say you love me. I mean, no one else has ever loved me, my uncle tolerates me, I know if I left town forever no one would miss me…” His words drifted off as you cupped his cheeks, urging the man to look up at you, thumbs moving to catch the tears that are about to fall, and you have to try with all your might not to sob when he utters his next sentence. "It's not that I'm saying I'm unlovable, just... some people have to be easier to love than others, right?" 

“Is this what you’ve been worrying about these last couple of weeks? If I love you, if you deserve to be with me?” Eddie shrugs once again, and for a moment you want to shake some sense into him, scream to the world that you love him and adore him, but you know that’s the last thing that’ll work.

“You could be with someone like Steve, someone who can give you everything in every moment. Someone who’s not an emotionally constipated high school failure that the world already gave up on, some who’s not into playing games for kids or music that makes your ears want to–.” You stop him then, a hand over his mouth, and you shake your head, hurt and sadness etched on your face.

“Sweetheart, I want you to listen real close, okay? Because for once and for all I’m going to tell you something, and you need to listen, right? You hear me, Eddie?” He only nods, and you remove your hand, letting it sit against his chest, right over his heart. You take a deep breath then lean your head against his, and speak softly so that only he can hear as if it’s a little secret between the two of you. And you would scream it to the world if he needs you to, to tell it to fuck off and stop trying to destroy a man who’s just trying his best, but you’ll leave that to another time. “I love you. I love you, and not any unrealistic or nonexistent version of you. I love you for you, and all of your flaws too. Sure, sometimes you can be a total butthead, a ridiculous pain in the ass and sometimes I want to yell and scream at you, but I will always take the good and the bad days, Eddie Munson. You deserve every ounce of love I give you, and you have all my love, and will always have it. I don’t want Steve, I don’t want someone else even if you think I do or that I deserve someone else, because I will always only want you. You’re my goofy, metal head who’s the sweetest man imaginable, always knows how to make people laugh, and always, always, makes sure I know that I’m safe, I’m okay, and that you love me. And I don’t want to hear any more of you doubting yourself about it, Eddie. If you think like this again, then come to me, and I’ll tell you that I love you as many times as I need to, in fact, I won’t stop telling you until I die.” 

Eddie’s smiling then, and it’s finally reaching his big brown eyes, a sight that has you falling in love all over again, and his hands are holding your waist, keeping you close to him in hopes that you’ll stay with him forever. 

“I love you, Eddie Munson, and don’t you forget it.” You’re kissing him then, gentle at first until he responds, and then firm enough to make it clear that this isn’t just another dream like he’s been having these last couple of weeks. You love him, you need him and you want him, and you’re not letting him disappear without a fight. 

Eddie’s breathless from the kiss by the time you’re pulling away, and he leans into your touch when your fingers card through his hair in that delicious way he loves, and finally, after his tears are dry and he’s smiling down at you, wide and bright, he’s uttering words you’ve longed to hear.

“I don’t think I could ever forget after that speech, sweetheart. And just so you know, I love you too, and I always will.” He’s kissing you now, all over your face and your neck and any skin he can reach, and you’re laughing into the space around you, a sound that’s so warm and lovely it makes his skin tingle. He’s relieved, finally out of that dark place he was for ages before, and though you both know that you’re not out of danger yet, it’s a good start. 

It’s during pizza on the couch in front of some dumb movie neither of you are paying attention to, that you repeat that you love him, that you take him in your arms once again and shower him with affection. It’s not the typical Saturday night date, but you don’t care, because he’s yours, and you’re his, and you’re not going to let him forget that any time soon.

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