Full synopsis that didn't fit the bracket:

Becky Hopper didn't have much of a choice in her life.
When her dad asked her to move to Hawkins to live with him, she said yes.
When he sort of adopted a traumatized girl with superpowers, Becky had to become her sister.
When they moved to a cabin in the middle of nowhere, she had to follow.

Wherever they went, Becky followed, and pretty much the only thing she had a say in was her love life. And when a certain metalhead noticed her in the crowd, who was she to fight the obvious? He was funny, hot, the perfect material to piss her dad off, and he could give her what she needed. With teenage hormones and the Upside Down attacking, what could ever go wrong?

*set between season 1 and 2, will follow the series plot-wise, until season 4 because of course i'll change that*

TW: underage drinking, sexual content, recreational drug use, cursing, trauma bonding, everyone will need therapy at some point, mention of death (Hop's daughter and Becky's younger sister)


Making her way through a sea of bodies, Becky made her way toward the kitchen. Every house party in the history of time had the same thing in common, and that is that the drinks were found in the kitchen. At least, that was something Becky noticed about every party that she had attended, and her gut feeling had proven to be right - the kitchen counter was full of cheap beer, cheap whiskey, and even cheaper vodka.

Frowning, she tried to make do with what she had at her disposal. Beer made her sick, whiskey was too strong and vodka was just about the only drink that she knew how to mask with juice - so blueberry vodka it was. Tasty enough for her to have more than one, strong enough to make her drunk after a few, but still, not too strong to floor her instantly.

Drink in hand, she walked right back into the crowd, looking for a familiar face. Well, not really a familiar face - all of them were familiar to a certain extent. What Becky was looking for was a friendly face, someone she actually talked to. Having moved to Hawkins two years ago, she was still somewhat of a 'new girl' - small town curse. Anywhere else, she would have long been old news, but in Hawkins, the novelty hadn't worn off, and it felt to her like most people still kept her at arm's length. Sure, she had people to sit with during lunch and someone to copy notes from, but did she have a real friend? No, she hadn't.

Well, she had Steve, and she did manage to find Steve in the crowd. But Steve had a girlfriend attached to his hip and although Becky liked Nancy quite a bit, she was Steve's friend, not hers. And she knew better than to voluntarily third wheel them.

She was left alone, in search of company, both the new girl and the daughter of the Chief of police - not exactly the ideal companion for teens who are busy with underage drinking.

Becky laughed to herself, wondering why she even insisted on coming there. It was a whole thing - convincing her Dad to let her go out, asking for her curfew to be pushed back an hour or two, and reminding him that at the end of the day, she was a teenager who needed to act like a teenager. It took a lot of planning and carefully presented arguments to make Jim Hopper allow his daughter to attend a house party that they both knew would be full of all things illegal, but Becky stood her ground. And now, having won and taken her prize, she wondered why she even bothered. It wasn't even that fun.

Hoping to find someone outside, she made a 180, walking through the kitchen and out the back door, downing her drink as she went. She smiled to herself, realizing that her plan of taking it easy wasn't exactly going to plan.

There weren't many people outside - a couple was making out near the bushes, a group of four was playing beer pong, and a couple of people here and there were making conversation away from the noise of the house. Becky looked around a bit, before finding a place for herself on the porch stairs, turning her back to lean on the railing. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the noise.

Ever since she moved with her dad and El into the cabin, she missed the noise. At times, it was so eerily quiet, it made her want to break something, or start a fight, just so that she could have some noise around you. Not even talking to her dad or El could help - it was still so damn quiet. That was one of the reasons she liked going to school as much as she did - she didn't feel alone there, didn't feel like she was waiting for danger to jump behind the corner. With the school year over, she didn't have that as a form of distraction. It might have been crazy to everyone around her, but she just closed her eyes and enjoyed the noise.

"Fuck!"

Someone tripped, and the screech they let out made her laugh - the dude sounded like a little girl. Becky opened her eyes and turned around, finding the source of the noise. It was Eddie Munson, a senior who didn't graduate and will be in the same year with her come the new school year. He either hadn't noticed her laughing, or he pretended not to, because he leaned on the rails behind her, casually lighting a cigarette.

Becky had noticed Eddie many times before, and how could she not, when the dude was a proper attention whore. Every other day, he would make a scene in the cafeteria, be loud in the hallways or do something that would make him end up in detention. As someone who did her best to keep to herself, Becky only ever spoke to him a handful of times, and she couldn't remember a single conversation they shared. She would notice him, though.

The thing about attention whore Eddie Munson was that he was hot. Becky had a suspicion that he was well aware of that, but she didn't know him enough to say for sure. The whole long hair, metalhead outfit, and glimpses of several tattoos made him a textbook example of a bad boy. Becky laughed out loud at the thought of her dad's reaction to her bringing home Eddie or someone like him, and that time, Eddie heard her laugh. He frowned in her direction, and the frown disappeared instantly. Becky imagined that he was ready to pick a fight until he realized she was a cute girl.

"My lady," he theatrically bows her head in her direction. "How may I be of service?"

Becky was confused for a moment, until she remembered that he was the de facto weed dealer for her classmates. Remembering that explained a lot - Eddie Munson wasn't a popular kid, and it was surprising to see him at something as typical as a high school party. However, knowing that he was there to sell made quite a bit of sense.

"Nah, I'm not looking to score," she shook her head. "Just… daydreaming, I guess."

She thought that would make him mind his own business - after all, he couldn't get anything from her at that point. But, much to her surprise, he kept on looking at her, and even started walking toward her.

"Beck, right?" he asked, trying to place her. She was impressed he even knew that much.

"Becky, but I'll answer to Beck," she corrected him with a chuckle. "Rebecca Hopper."

"Beck Hopper," he mumbled, and it didn't escape Becky's notice that he called her Beck again - she was absolutely positive he did it on purpose. He had to do things his way, a guy like Eddie, and if that meant having a unique nickname for essentially a complete stranger, he was going to do it. She didn't mind it one bit. "I'm Eddie Munson," he offered her a hand, and although Becky laughed, she still shook his hand.

"I know who you are, dude," she let go of his hand. "We talked before. Well, I asked you to keep an eye on my bag in the library - not sure if that counts as talking."

"And here I was thinking my reputation preceded me," he joked, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Your reputation absolutely precedes you," Becky played along, sensing a little bit of flirtation in his tone - she didn't mind it one bit. He was hot regardless, but with a cocky smirk on his face? It just increased tenfold. "But two years in Hawkins High familiarized me enough with the real deal, not just the reputation. Even if you struggle to remember me," she teased.

"That's what you think," he laughed, looking down at the ground. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but your backpack is like… violently teal."

Becky's heart dropped. Her backpack was teal.

"Well color me surprised," she didn't bother hiding that she was impressed; she even laughed when Eddie fist-pumped the air, clearly happy that he remembered correctly.

"I would have known you a lot better if you weren't somewhat new," he pointed out with a smirk. "You mind if I join you on your designated stair, Beck Hopper?"

"Not at all," Becky smiled at him, scooting to the side even though he had more than enough space. And even though he had more than enough space, he sat down rather close to her. Without saying anything, Becky put her hand towards him, and it took him a moment, but as soon as he realize what she wanted, he handed her his cigarette. Despite being an occasional smoker herself, Becky didn't ask for it because she needed a nicotine hit - she just figured he might find it hot. And judging from the way his eyes followed her hand as she brought the cigarette to her lips, he did.

It ended up even better, as her red lipstick left a mark on the cigarette, and she knew he noticed it - he smiled at the cigarette as she handed it back to him.

"So, Eddie Munson," she imitated the way he said her full name. "What brings you here?"

"Free booze, opportunity to sell, sharing stairs with pretty girls?"

"Smooth," she laughed, although she would be lying if she said that she didn't feel something at the smile he sent her way. "I don't see any pretty girls around, though."

"Are you fishing for compliments, Beck Hopper?" he laughed.

"Are you offering them, Eddie Munson?"

Becky could tell two things, as clear as day. One, Eddie was very much flirting with her. It was clear, in his words, in his body language - the whole package. Two, he seemed to be surprised that she was flirting back. If Becky had a drink or two more, she wouldn't have noticed the way his eyes widened at every comeback she served him, but she was sober enough to catch it. It was like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, or something.

"I don't think a girl as pretty as you needs a guy like me to remind her that she's pretty," he said jokingly, but the statement was heavy. He really was waiting for the punchline.

"Well, that's weird - I don't think I've ever met a girl who wouldn't like a compliment from a hot guy," she responded and Eddie laughed. Oh boy, the weight of his baggage was something else. For someone as loud and flamboyant as he pretended to be, it sure didn't take Becky much to find a crack in that confident armor and see the insecurities. "See, I didn't think a hot guy like you needed a girl like me to remind him that he's hot," she used his own words against him, and she could tell from the nod of his head - he was impressed.

"Are you drunk, Beck Hopper?" he jokingly frowned at her.

"Stone cold sober," she deadpanned. He scooted a bit closer to her and while it took Becky by surprise, she realized that he wasn't making a move - in fact, he scooted closer to put a hand on her forehead, pretending to check for signs of a fever. It made her laugh and roll her eyes at him, but she did have to swallow a lump at the feel of his cold skin against hers.

"I don't think you have a fever but you sure as hell ain't talking straight," he laughed.

"Is this a game you play with all the girls, Eddie Munson?" she joked.

"Only the pretty ones," he shrugged casually.

"I don't see any pretty girls around."

"I do."

He may have doubted her intentions, but he wasn't backing out. And with every new sentence, Becky was more and more invested. She never saw Eddie as an option, but she was never in a situation where he could have been an option. They were never in the same place, at the same time, or with the same people. She didn't have a chance to see him as anything other than a hot guy that existed in the same town she did.

Now, their lines were overlapping. Same place, same time, same people. He was as hot as ever, but unlike before, he was reachable, he was an option. And more than that, he was actually funny. Charming, funny, and surprisingly friendly. Becky thought of him as someone very confident and loud, but that was the way he wanted to be seen. The Eddie Munson sitting next to her was a little more approachable and a little more awkward. Still every bit as hot, though, and as an added extra bonus, he had that bad boy aura that would make her dad lose his mind. Which managed to make Eddie even more attractive in her eyes.

Hot, funny, and payback to dad - looked pretty fucking perfect in Becky's eyes.

The only question was, will she have to be the one to do all the work, or will he do it once he realizes that she was deadly serious? Becky had to check.

"You gonna smoke?" she asked, changing the topic. "If you will, I wanna try."

"First-time smoker?" he asked in surprise and Becky nodded, lying. She'll explain it later, once she gets what she wanted. "First one's on the house, my lady. One joint, all yours."

"Nah, too strong," Becky shook her head. "You smoke and give me a hit, yeah? You can count that as the first time pro-bono."

"Now that's just unfair," he laughed reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulling out a perfectly rolled joint. "I'd say ladies first, but for your first time you might need a bit of a-"

"Foreplay?" she finished the sentence instead of him. Yup, it was clear as day in the way his eyes widened - with every flirty comment she made, Becky surprised Eddie more and more. "You light it and I'll take a hit. Let's just go somewhere a bit more private, I'd rather not have the whole world see me with a joint."

It had less to do with the whole world seeing her and more with the word getting back to her dad, but Eddie didn't have to be reminded of that, did he?

"Lead the way, my lady," Eddie announced as he stood up.

If he wondered why she had a problem with people seeing her with a joint, but not with her leaving a party to sneak off with him into a bush, he said nothing. He followed her lead and Becky was glad that she wore the jeans that made her ass look good. El had helped her pick out the outfit and once her sister accepted that Becky wasn't going to wear a dress, El was the one to single out that pair of jeans. Becky was aware that it surely wasn't because El knew that they made Becky's ass stand out, but she was glad for her help regardless.

"Are you taking me to the woods to murder me, Beck Hopper?" Eddie joked, picking up on the fact that Becky hadn't really stopped, leaving the backyard and leading them into the woods. She wanted more privacy, hoping that Eddie would appreciate it, too.

"Shucks, now you've ruined my plan," she pretended to sound dejected, and she grinned when she heard him smile. "Hmmm, this should do it," she announced, turning around and leaning against a nearby try. Eddie watched her every move like a hawk.

"Is this the part when I have to beg you for mercy?" he joked.

"Nah, just the part when you light that joint."

Eddie kept his eyes on her as he brought a light to the joint between his lips. He must have thought that Becky was looking at the joint, and not at the way his full lips closed around it - she never noticed how full they were before. He never looked away from her, only closing his eyes when the smoke burnt through his lungs. Becky stayed silent, watching and waiting as he smoked a bit. He stepped away from her to lean on a different tree, directly facing her.

"Are you sure you want to try?" he checked, and Becky was oddly touched by the question. For a minor drug dealer, he sure was considerate of the fact that to his knowledge, she was a first-time user. He didn't want to peer pressure her and she appreciated that.

"Positive," she smiled. Taking one more hit, he extended his hand to her.

"Don't breathe in too much," he instructed her. "If you feel like coughing, cough. Don't worry about keeping up appearances."

"Noted," she nodded, still not making a move to take the joint. He noticed.

"You… don't want it?" he asked in confusion.

"I do, but not like that," Becky answered. She gave him time, time to realize what she was asking for, then time to process it. She could all but hear the gears in his brain turning as he realized that he wasn't imagining it. "If you're okay with that, of course," Becky added, wanting to give him a way out if he wanted it. She usually doesn't come on this strong, and she would rather not scare Eddie away. She wanted him, not to make him uncomfortable.

"Shotgun?" he checked, despite her making it painfully obvious, and she nodded. "Yeah, sure, it's probably best that way, too," he was talking fast, very clearly nervous. Becky took a step closer to him, then another, until she stood directly in front of him. Her eyes glued to his lips, she watched as he brought a shaky hand and took a hit, holding it in. She got on her tiptoes and Eddie closed the little distance that remained between them, pressing his mouth against hers and blowing the smoke to her.

Becky kept her lips against his one second longer than she needed to, but when she pulled away, she held the smoke in, closing her eyes before slowly breathing it out. She opened her eyes to find Eddie with his mouth open, eyes widened and his Adam's apple bobbing.

"That wasn't your first taste of weed, was it?" he asked through laughter.

"Nope. Guilty," Becky shrugged, easily admitting her lie. "It was my first taste of you, though."

"Fuck Beck," he blurted out in surprise. "Don't say shit like that, you'll kill me on spot!"

"Did I lie, though?" she chuckled, very much enjoying the effect her words and actions had on him. "You're a lot shyer than I thought you would be. Am I coming on too strong?"

"No, you're not," he shook his head immediately. "I'm just… surprised."

"You shouldn't be," Becky shrugged. She was walking a fine line there, between making sure he knew she found him attractive, without making her sound pathetic. "In your eyes, I'm a pretty girl. In my eyes, you're a hot guy. We're both funny. Why the fuck not?"

"You make a very good case there, Beck Hopper," he told her after a moment of silence. "Another?" he asked, bringing the joint to his lips and she nodded. This time around, he wasn't as hesitant as coming closer to her, and Becky grabbed a hold of his leather jacket, pulling him a bit closer to her. It took all the effort she had in her to focus on the smoke and not kiss him. The moment she blew the smoke out, and neither of them made a move to step away from the other, Becky took her chance. Putting her hands behind his neck, she ever so gently pulled him closer, giving him more than enough time to pull away.

He didn't. The very second he realized that she was truly deadly serious about wanting to kiss him, he was more than happy to reciprocate. Despite Becky making every single move thus far, once their lips were connected, Eddie took the lead. What started as a long, strong peck soon turned into a mess of breaths, his tongue dancing around with hers, and a whole symphony of sighs escaping them both.

He tasted of beer and weed, and somehow, she didn't mind either. Before she knew it, her back was pressed against a tree and she had her hands in his hair, gripping it for dear life. Eddie was still being as gentlemanly as he possibly could have been in the given situation, but Becky fixed that, raising her leg and putting it behind him, pushing him into her with his whole body. The grunt he let out at that would haunt her dreams, she was sure of it.

As soon as Becky felt his arousal pressing into her thigh, she removed one of her hands from her hair and shamelessly reached out to palm him over his jeans. She was no saint and she wanted Eddie Munson to be aware of that - and what better way to do so than to show him she knew exactly what to do with his hardening dick?

"Fuck, Beck!" he gasped into her ear, no longer even capable of kissing her, not with how she was distracting him with her hand.

"Does it feel good?" she checked, fully aware that she had zero ideas of what his likes and dislikes were - all she knew so far was that he didn't mind making out in the woods.

"Does it feel good?" he laughed in response, nestling his head in the crook of her neck, pressing a few quick kisses. "I can't tell if you want to kill me or make me cum in my pants."

"Oh, definitely the latter," she answered in a breathless laugh, very much affected by the kisses he was placing along her neck - it was her soft spot, and it didn't take him any time at all to figure it out. "I'm not going to take you all the way though, Eddie. If you want me to make you cum, you're gonna have to buy me a drink first."

"If you don't want it to happen, I'd suggest removing your hand from my dick right now," he warned her through somewhat frantic laughter. She did as he instructed, giving him a moment or two to calm down when he stepped away from her. Becky kept her eyes on him, noticing how his own were blown with desire. Whatever he thought would happen when he sat down next to her on the stairs, she was pretty certain it wasn't that.

"For someone who talks a lot, you're sure a bit speechless now, aren't you?" she teased.

"I'm trying to wrap my mind around what just fucking happened," he laughed, finally looking back at her. If looks could devour, there would be nothing left of Becky. She too had no idea that tonight would be a night when she would go this far with someone, but not a single part of her regretted it. She wanted to do more, much more in fact, but she knew that some cards had to be kept close to her chest. "You are… fucking bewitching, Beck Hopper."

"I'm not, sweetheart," she smiled. "You just weren't paying attention."

"Oh, I was," he laughed. "Trust me, I was. This was just a plot twist I wasn't expecting."

"You should get used to it, Eddie Munson - I tend to be full of surprises," she winked, delivering the absolute lie without batting an eye. There was nothing remotely interesting about her, but Eddie might just find something there that no one else did. "And like a proper little Cinderella, I need to make my escape before my Impala turns into a pumpkin."

"Fuck, you drive an impala," he cursed out, biting his lip. "Marry me?"

"Let's get that drink first," she joked. "In all seriousness though, I would very much like to see part two of this. Does that sound like something you would be interested in?"

"Does it-" he laughed in disbelief. "Yeah, the fuck it does. Give me a time and place."

Now, that was a problem Becky hadn't seen coming. With her Dad and El, both or one at a time, being at the cabin, she couldn't exactly invite Eddie back to her place. And making plans that she would have to break wasn't exactly her thing. Fuck, she couldn't even risk giving Eddie her phone number, not with Dad jumping to answer it on the first ring.

There was, however, one way. Next week will be her first week working at the record shop downtown, and one thing she knew for sure about Eddie Munson was that he was into music. He was bound to make an appearance there, sooner or later. She hoped sooner.

"I'll explain one day why that's impossible," she grimaced, deciding for a half-truth. "I can promise you though, you have ways of finding me. Becky Hopper, Hawkins High senior. If you want me, you will find me."

"Why are you making it a challenge?" he laughed, and if it wasn't for the beaming smile on his face, Becky would worry that she was pushing it too far. But Eddie? Eddie Munson liked a challenge, it was clear as day.

"Because it's safe to say that the payoff would be enjoyable," she shrugged, smirking at him. He wanted to jump on her then and there, and she would have let him. But she made it clear that she should be leaving, and Eddie respected that. Another instance of him in a very brief time period showed that he was, in fact, the perfect gentleman. Aware that he wouldn't be doing anything of the kind, Becky approached him again and pulled him down for a kiss. A long, intimate kiss, the kind that promised more, before pulling away with a sigh.

"I hope to see you around, Eddie Munson."

"Oh, you absolutely will, Rebecca Beck Hopper."

Becky had to make a conscious effort not to bounce on her way back to the house. She was out of her mind with happiness, ecstatic with how the night turned out. She was hoping for a drink or two, maybe some good conversation, and she ended up making out with the hottest guy that had ever given her a time of day. Not only that, but she had an upper hand. And there was something special in fully believing that when he went to sleep that night, she would be the one on his mind.

It was so much better than just having a drink and socializing. So, so much better.