#Chrissy Cunningham x female reader

[ashwhowrites]

Ok, so this one is either going to be a hefty boy, or a 2-parter:

So imagine if Chrissy broke up with Jason and starts dating Eddie. The reader is best friends with both Chrissy and Eddie, and is also very much in love with them. But since they're together, reader just keeps it to herself. Unbeknownst to her (and to each other) both Chrissy and Eddie also have feelings for the reader.

Until one day, Eddie and Chrissy are together, and he calls Chrissy by the readers name. Eddie's panicking thinking Chrissy is going to be pissed, but instead she's just like "oh thank god!" And they decide to try and figure out if the reader feels the same about them.

Then maybe like Jason wants to get back at Chrissy and Eddie, so he convinces a basketball player to ask the reader out and then embarrasses her on the date, so she goes crying to her besties and they comfort her and confess their feelings.

(If you want to add HellCheer x reader smut at the end I won't be upset by this.)

Sorry if this is really long, I've had a while to think it out.

As a bisexual gal, this was a dream. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

⚠️smut ( threesome )

Both of you

Y/N had a secret crush on her best friend Chrissy for years. She never admitted it to the cheerleader as Chrissy never talked about females before. But Y/N also never had so maybe she shouldn't assume. Watching Chrissy and Jason be together was hell. All the things Jason got to do made Y/N burn with jealousy. Jason was also an asshole and she hated that Chrissy would even stay with him.

As a way to distract herself, Eddie caught her eye. Y/N had been friends with Eddie for a while, less than Chrissy. She met Eddie because of Chrissy, which was odd since they were opposites. But that was exactly what Y/N needed. He was the opposite of Chrissy.

She found herself crushing on him the more they all hung out. Eddie was single and Y/N focused on that. They flirted and had their moments but nothing truly happened. It was all words and soft touches to his arm.

But then Chrissy dumped Jason and Y/N was back to square one. She didn't know if she should take the chance and see where Chrissy's head could be, or keep focused on Eddie.

Eddie had a small crush on Y/N the moment he met her. She was a pretty girl with a beautiful smile. But he had his eyes on Chrissy since middle school. He suffered while she was with Jason, enjoying the distraction Y/N was. It might have been a distraction, but he loved it when Y/N would touch his arm and whisper flirty things in his ear.

But then Chrissy was single and Eddie didn't know what to do. He didn't want to discard Y/N like their time was nothing, but did he really wanna pass up the chance with Chrissy?

Chrissy felt a pull towards Y/N, and it confused her. She wasn't used to looking at a girl and wanting to spend every breath kissing her. Chrissy was always memorized by Y/N. Even when she was with Jason, her eyes watched Y/N's every move. But so did Eddie. It started as a little friendship, but the more she hung out with him the more she realized how attracted she was to him.

She dumped Jason because her brain felt splattered all over the place. She knew she didn't want him and she didn't know who to go for.

~~~

Y/N felt personally attacked by God himself when Chrissy and Eddie announced they were together. She felt like the world crashed at her feet and her duty was to suffer.

But she loved both of them, and she would never admit how bad it hurt to see them together.

She knew they didn't mean to make her a third wheel, but she was. She bit away at the inside of her cheek as they held hands in the hallways. She looked away whenever they shared a sweet kiss in the booth. And she was right out the door the second the room got steamy. She was sad that it seemed like it was not three friends hanging out anymore, it was just their date.

~

Chrissy could never get rid of this feeling in the bottom of her stomach. She knew she loved being with Eddie and was happy to be with him, but Y/N ate away at the back of her mind.

With Eddie's lips on her neck and his hands moving up her skirt, she closed her eyes and thought of Y/N. It wasn't that Y/N replaced Eddie in her mind, she was additionally added in. She pictured Y/N kissing Eddie as he moved inside of her. She pictured the three of them doing the nastiest things she could think of.

She had to bite her lip constantly to make sure she didn't moan out the wrong name. Because she screamed both their names when she pleased herself behind closed doors.

Eddie felt guilty for the amount of times he thought of Y/N. He loved Chrissy and he did not regret a relationship with her. He just wished he didn't have to pick between them. He wished he could have both under his arm.

Eddie moaned as Chrissy kissed down his naked chest, falling to her knees.

His hand tangled in her hair as she took him down her throat, his head thrown back with bliss. His eyes closed as he melted into the couch, her warm mouth wrapped around him. The feeling felt incredible as he lost himself in his fantasy.

Felt both girls' mouths on him, kissing every inch of his skin. His grip on Chrissy's hair got tighter as the images flashed through his head.

He panted at the thought of them both on their knees, pretty eyes looking up at him before they kissed each other. Then they'd pull away and both kiss down his cock. Then they'd take turns sucking him off.

"Fuck, Chrissy" he moaned, the images of her gagging on him and the touch of Y/N playing with his balls

"Fuck Y/N just like that,"

His eyes snapped open as he heard his own words. He cringed as Chrissy's head snapped up in shock.

Eddie sat in fear as she stared at him. Her blue eyes looked frozen as she stared. He quickly tucked himself back in his pants. Apology on his tongue.

"Oh thank god, you think about her too," Chrissy said, a relieved smile on her face as she stood up.

"Wait what?" Eddie asked. Chrissy crawled into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Y/N, you were thinking about her, right?" Chrissy asked to clarify

"Yeah, I'm sorry. It wasn't instead of you. I love you and you know that. But she never leaves my head." Eddie sighed

"It's okay, Eddie. She doesn't leave my head either." Chrissy finally confessed out loud.

"Really?" Eddie was surprised. He never once thought his girlfriend had a side to her where she liked a girl.

"Really. I've been stuck trying to figure out my feelings for you and her and it's the same."

"I know what you mean," Eddie said as he held Chrissy on his lap

"What do we do?" Chrissy asked

"We see how she feels" Eddie shrugged, it was worth a shot to see where it would go.

~~~

Before Eddie and Chrissy could discuss everything with Y/N, she already had news of her own.

"What do you mean you have a date with Troy?" Eddie snapped, the excitement washed off her face.

"I mean he asked me out and I said yes, what is the big deal?" Y/N countered back

"It's just Troy isn't always the nice kind of guy," Chrissy said, a lot more comforting than Eddie.

The couple tried to ignore the pain in their chest at the thought of her slipping away.

"It's just one date, and if it goes horribly I will never see him again." Y/N shrugged. She wanted to see if she could move on and distract her brain from the two across from her.

"That is a good idea," Chrissy smiled

"Bullshit it is. Y/N, he is an asshole, what makes you think he will suddenly be prince charming? You are going to get yourself hurt." Eddie fought.

"Eddie, relax." Chrissy soothed as she rubbed his back

Y/N looked away as they shared their moment

"Why do you care so much anyway?" Y/N asked, moving her eyes to look right at Eddie.

Eddie shared a look with Chrissy, asking if this was the right time to come clean. Chrissy gave him a small shake of her head and he nodded.

"I'm looking out for a friend," Eddie replied

"I'm a big girl. I'll deal with whatever happens." Y/N snapped as she walked off

"I've got a bad feeling" Chrissy sighed

"Me too"

~

Their bad feeling was right

That night Y/N was pounding on Eddie's trailer door as she sobbed.

Eddie pulled her into a hug the moment he saw her, he closed the door behind her. He kept his arms around her as he walked her to the bedroom, where Chrissy sat flipping through her homework

"What happened?" Chrissy gasped as the crying girl came through the door. Her homework was shoved to the floor as Y/N sat on the bed. She left Eddie's arms for Chrissy's.

"I'm an idiot. I should have listened to Eddie but of course, I wanted to make my own stupid decisions." Y/N cried

Chrissy and Eddie shared a look

Chrissy pulled back a little so she could clear off Y/N's running mascara. Eddie sat next to both of them, rubbing Y/N's back.

"You are not an idiot. You wanted to give Troy a fair shot and that was sweet of you." Chrissy cooed

Eddie had a different approach

"What did the fucker do?" Eddie snapped

Chrissy sent him a glare but he was too fired up

"It was all a joke. I guess Jason told him to ask me out."

At the sound of Jason's name Chrissy and Eddie both tensed up

"And when I got there, the whole team was there and they all laughed and made fun of me for thinking I was actually going on a date with someone that popular"

"Don't listen to them. Jason is always trying to mess things up. He wanted to hurt me." Chrissy said softly, her heart broke for her.

"Anyone would be lucky to be on a date with you," Eddie jumped in

"Yeah right," Y/N scoffed. "I'm going to clean up my face." She said as she got up and walked off to Eddie's bathroom.

"I think we should say something now," Chrissy said once they were alone

"Will it be too much for her?" Eddie asked, he was worried it would be too many emotions at once.

"I think it will help her to hear."

The couple went silent as she walked back out. Her makeup was cleaned off and her hair tossed up.

"We have something to tell you," Chrissy said

Y/N nervously looked between both of them as she took her seat on the bed. Chrissy to her left and Eddie to her right

"What's up?" Y/N asked

"How do you feel about me?" Eddie asked

Y/N swallowed nervously as she turned to look at Chrissy

"It's okay, be honest," Chrissy whispered as she nodded to Eddie

Y/N took a deep breath and looked back at Eddie

"I guess I've always had this attraction towards you. And I really like you and I thought we had something but I've been trying my best to be happy for you." Y/N confessed

"And how do you feel about me?" Chrissy asked

Y/N grew more nervous for that one

"You're my best friend," Y/N smiled. Her palms were sweaty. Confessing to Eddie was easy, but coming out to her best friend was a whole different emotion

"Do you ever see me as anything more?" Chrissy asked

"I'm sorry, what is going on?" Y/N panicked as she stood up. "Why are you guys asking me this stuff?"

"Well," Chrissy sighed, "Eddie and I both have feelings for you. Feelings we felt before we got together, and they haven't gone away."

"We know it's crazy, but if you wanted, we were wondering if you wanted to give us three a shot," Eddie explained

Y/N felt like she was in a different universe. Did the two people she had feelings for just ask her to be with them?

"As in...all three of us date?" Y/N asked, her brain felt like it was non-stop running

"Yeah. We don't have to dive straight into a relationship. We could date and test the waters." Chrissy said, standing up as she walked closer.

"Uh..." Y/N didn't know what to say, but she didn't have to say anything.

Chrissy cupped her jaw and leaned in. Y/N watched with heavy eyes as Chrissy's lips got closer and closer until her lips touched hers.

Y/N melted into the kiss immediately, after years and years of dreaming about this exact moment. Y/N reached forward and gripped Chrissy's hips. The kiss grew heavy as Chrissy moved her hands to trail down Y/N's back.

Chrissy pulled away with a smile

Y/N stood shocked as she tried to regain her breath

Eddie reached forward and yanked Y/N down to his lap

She shivered as she felt his bulge underneath her body, and then his lips were on hers

She whimpered as he easily took control of the kiss. His rough hands squeezed her ass as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. Her head got dizzy from the way he touched her and pulled whines from her throat.

He pulled away with a small smirk, loving the lust that burned in her eyes

"Did you like that?" He asked

"Yes" she breathed out

"Did you like it with her?" He asked

"Yes" she breathed out

"Want to go further?" Chrissy asked

Y/N turned her head to look over her shoulder. Y/N nodded and felt her stomach bubble with excitement

~

Y/N had her back against the mattress, breathing heavily as her nerves filled her body.

"Ready?" Eddie asked, he was in between her legs, standing at the end of the bed. She barely could take her eyes off his naked body. His cock was already covered in the condom, waiting for her reply.

Chrissy sat naked near Y/N's head, rubbing Y/N's chest to calm her nerves.

"Yes"

Eddie held Y/N's hips as she pushed himself inside her, he entered himself slowly. Letting her take him inch by inch.

She gasped as he filled her, he felt amazing inside of her. He went slow as he thrust inside of her, making her eyes roll in the back of her head as she felt him.

"Doing so well for me, such a good girl," Eddie praised

Y/N shivered from his words, she couldn't believe she was finally having Eddie the way she wanted.

He leaned down, still thrusting inside of her, his lips pressed against hers for a quick second. "Wanna taste Chrissy? She tastes amazing, so sweet and addicting." Eddie's brown eyes looked up to Chrissy.

Y/N whined at the thought. Her being under Chrissy's body and tasting her on her tongue.

"Yes, please," Y/N moaned out, her voice strained as Eddie picked up his pace

Chrissy smiled as she moved to straddle Y/N's face, she faced Eddie as she slowly moved herself down

Eddie watched with delight as Chrissy's pink cunt landed on Y/N's tongue. Eddie felt himself growl as he watched Y/N's tongue working between Chrissy's folds.

Chrissy moaned as she placed her hands behind her, moving her hips as she rode Y/N's face.

"Oh, that is so good, Y/N, fuck." Chrissy moaned. She never knew how good her best friend's tongue felt.

"Such pretty girls," Eddie moaned as he watched them

He felt Y/N clench around him, she tried to talk but it was muffled. The vibrations sent Chrissy into a whining mess as she gripped the sheets.

Eddie moved his hand down to rub her clit, loving the way Y/N's body jolted. Not once losing his pace, Eddie used his free hand to reach forward to play with Chrissy's nipples. He pulled the pink bud between his fingers, loving the way it snapped back in place as she shivered

Chrissy gasped as she felt herself getting close, Y/N's tongue swirling her clit perfectly.

"Look at that, Y/N. Gonna make Chrissy cum all over you. Be a good girl and make her shake." Eddie said, his fingers still working on Y/N's clit. He took his hand away from Chrissy's nipples and moved down to Y/N's chest, his finger teasing her stomach.

Y/N was growing tired as her own orgasm got close but she shook her head back and forth, giving the messiest head she could. She loved the way Chrissy screamed out her name.

Chrissy felt her eyes roll in the back of her head as she felt her stomach snap.

"CUMMING" she warned, Eddie watched in delight as Chrissy panted and came all over Y/N's mouth

She grew sensitive and went to pick up her hips, but Y/N wrapped her arms around her thighs and slammed her back down. Chrissy cried as her thighs shook, and Y/N's tongue continued to abuse her.

Y/N finally let Chrissy go, the blonde could barely feel her legs as she landed on the bed, fucked out.

"Need," Y/N whined, her head thrown back as Eddie's fingers played with her clit

"Need to cum? Come on pretty girl. Cum all over my cock." Eddie said, his pace was so fast that she could feel his balls smacking against her skin. He planted his free hand next to her head as he fucked himself into her

She clawed at his chest as she felt her orgasm washing over her. His close behind as he emptied himself in the condom

Eddie slid out of her, disposing of the condom

Chrissy leaned down and softly pecked Y/N's lips

Eddie crawled onto his bed and kissed up Y/N's body as Chrissy pulled away.

Eddie pecked Y/N's lips before he captured Chrissy's lips in a kiss.

Y/N whimpered as they kissed above her

She didn't care to test the waters, she wanted to dive straight in

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[ilovefoodandslasherswithmasks]

Can we talk about this? Why are pictures liek this so aestheticly pleasing, I saw a bunch of these on my Pinterest and was like nah I gotta do it too. I don't regret it.

If you want to use this picture for a fan fiction cover or smth please ask or credit me. 🫡

[robinsno1lesbian]

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡’𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 ꪆৎ

masterlist!

this july-august, i will be taking requests for sapphic summer fics, blurbs + moodboards! this post includes the masterlist for all posts as well as the guidelines + characters i will be writing for! 🌞

i will write for pretty much all the women of stranger things, whether it’s reader inserts or ships! i mostly write for:

-nancy wheeler

-robin buckley

-ronance

feel free to send your requests for moodboards, headcanons & blurbs! find my guidelines here! <3

-& masterlist below the cut!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ masterlist

✿ = fluff | ☾ = smut | ✩ = angst

fics!

touch me, touch me touch me ☾ (-r.b. x reader. 1.4k)

guilty pleasure ☾ (-r.b. x reader. 2.6k)

until we meet again ✿ ✩ (-ronance x reader 2.1k)

too sweet for me ☾ (-n.w. x reader. 2.8k)

i’ve got a burning desire for you ☾ (-r.b. x reader. 1.7k)

close to you ☾ (-n.w. x reader. 1.7k)

after midnight ☾ (-n.w. x reader. 2.4k)

it’s you & me, that’s my whole world ✿✩ (-r.b. x reader. 1.2k)

moodboards!

beach date with robin ✿

summer with nancy wheeler ✿

headcanons!

summer robin headcanons ✿☾

brother’s best friend!robin headcanons ☾

blurbs!

ronance as moms ✿

overstimulation with robin ☾

— disclaimer: all works on this list are either x fem!reader or x gn!reader

[keeponquinning]

okay but suddenly i have THOTS about chrissy's first time with fem!reader. 18+ here. bc i'm a bi mess and women are lovely and chrissy is ughh. and i feel i haven't written f/f in a while so......

where she's nervous, reader is experienced, chrissy isn't. everything is so new to her, but she's never felt this sense of ease with anyone like she does with reader and the attraction is undeniable. chrissy having dreams about reader before even admitting them out loud and having spur of the moment kisses here and there. dreams that led chrissy to touch herself in the early mornings bc if she doesn't, she's going to be thinking about you and the dreams through her college classes and she did that once and it was the most sexually frustrated she's ever been. chrissy that hates she's so inexperienced bc she's had to be the darling angel all her life, the perfect girl, perfect cheerleader, perfect girlfriend. but you are so at ease with who you are, always smiling, always laughing and you make chrissy laugh so hard sometimes. you know who you are and she's just so taken by you. it starts with a kiss and wandering hands. her body just moving seamlessly with you,legs spreading, and she's begging for you. she's wet, drenched between her legs before you even pull her panties down, and the way she's hot, dripping wet for you makes you both moan in your kiss. you swallow her moans and whimpers, her begging you not to stop and you assure her you wouldn't dream of it. that you want to feel her perfect cunt cum on your fingers, making her let out a sob. she's clinging on to you, biting your lip, your jaw, her hips bucking into your fingers to the point you're not doing anything, you're simply letting her fuck herself on your fingers. she feels so tight and warm around them, you're kissing her neck, your breath hot and unsteady, praising her, whispering them into her ear.

"you're such a good girl, Chrissy... you feel so fucking good... jesus fuck, i wish you could see yourself... you're making me wet just seeing you...hearing you... god you sound so pretty when you moan like that, angel..."

by the time your thumb caresses her clit, she's so far gone, riding your fingers so hard and fast, desperate for her own pleasure, her own climax, she wants to cum. she wants to be selfish and cum first. always having to think about others, never herself, always dealing with her problems by herself that you're the first person she feels safe letting go with, and she does, she cries, sobs, screams your name, screaming that she's cumming, and you're biting her neck, telling her to cum, knowing she's close, the way her cunt clenches around your fingers, and she does, there's tears down her face as she cums, your fingers soaked in her heated release, pushing your fingers slow and deep in and out of her, milking her climax, making her little body squirm and twitch until slowly you stop and slide your fingers out, amused how her cunt squeezes at them, as if she didn't want to let go.

she lets out a needy moan as you suck a finger clean, smiling as you feed her a finger, letting her taste herself with a smile. "sweetest thing I've tasted in a while..."

giving out a pout, "...but you've tasted a lot of sweet things, right?"

you chuckle, "Maybe.... But... You're the sweetest. I promise."

she blushes, smiling sweetly at you. "I didn't last long... It was... I felt so..." Biting her lip, she looked up at you. "I wouldn't mind going again...with um...with your..."

you smile, looking over at her, a darkened look in your gaze. "...my strap?" she nodded, making you chuckle, giving her a kiss on her lips. "Here I thought you were innocent... You're just needy."

she let out a whimper, "needy for you."

"I'll take it. I'll take all of you, whatever you're goodly enough to give me..." Kissing her lips one more time before rising from the bed. "Well... If you're that needy... We're gonna have a long night ahead of us... I'm gonna make you enjoy every second."

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

I’d Burn the City Down (To Show You the Light) - Chapter Three

Pairings: Chrissy Cunningham x Reader, side Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Work Summary:

All you wanted to do for your senior year of high school was keep your head down and scrape by, but a certain blonde in a very short skirt gets in your way.

Chrissy Cunningham x ‘badgirl’!reader

Chapter Summary: You apologise.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4…

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3194

Read on AO3.

Masterlists.

Taglist: @skittledemon66 @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye

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Previous Chapter

There was a twisty, uncomfortable feeling in your stomach all the way home. The look on Chrissy’s face was stuck in your mind like a bad dream. It wasn’t her anger that was the problem. She’d looked hurt, and it struck you that maybe you’d been being an asshole.

You hadn’t expected that kind of response. Girls like her were usually so quick to dismiss you and everything you had to say. You had to hit first and hit hard. But Chrissy had been polite and non-confrontational until you’d pushed her.

You were no stranger to arguments or uncomfortable social situations, but you weren’t used to the feeling of guilt that was heavy in the pit of your stomach.

When you got home, Eddie was sitting on his front steps, rolling a joint.

“Hey neighbour,” he said with that same, shit-eating grin he always seemed to wear when he spoke to you.

An insult died in your throat. You eyed the joint. “Can I buy some weed?”

His eyes glinted mischievously as he finished up the joint and picked up the tin that was sitting beside him on the steps.

“How much do you want?” he asked.

“I don’t know. How much would…” You pulled out your wallet and skimmed through it. You grimaced, already doing budget calculations in your head. “Ten dollars get me?”

It wasn’t the first time you’d bought weed from Eddie, but you didn’t make a habit of it. The combination of the cost and the requirement for social interaction was more effort than it was worth.

He looked from your wallet to your face and back. “I’ll tell you what,” he said. “I’ll roll you one for free.”

“What’s the catch?”

He held up the one he’d just rolled. “You smoke this one with me.”

You balked. “No thanks.”

“Not in a creepy way, I swear!” Eddie held up his hands. “I’m not trying to have sex with you. You just seem really mad about something and I thought you might want some company.”  

“I’m good, actually. I changed my mind.” You turned to go, but you heard the sounds of him shuffling behind you. For a moment, you were gripped with the urge to run, but before you had the chance, he jogged in front of you and turned to face you, joint in hand.

“Here. I’m sorry. Free of charge.”

“I can pay-”

“Please. Just take it,” he said, shaking it in front of you. Reluctantly, you took it from his hand. You couldn’t deny that it was a relief to not have to pay. “And if you change your mind about the company, you know where to find me.”

“… Thanks, Munson.”

The awkward interaction with Eddie almost pushed Chrissy out of your mind entirely, but as soon as you walked back inside of your trailer and realised you still had Chrissy’s copy of The Color Purple in your bag, your frown returned.

You should’ve given it back to her. Would she have taken it? The project wasn’t even finished yet.

Maybe the best way to make amends would be to finish the book and your half of the project, and then hand it over to Chrissy so that neither of you had to speak to each other again. That would probably be for the best. The book wasn’t even all that long.

You opened your bedroom window, lit some incense and then sparked up your joint.

As hard as the book was to read at times, you couldn’t deny that it was compelling. You couldn’t imagine living a life like Celie’s without going mad or running away. But you supposed that Celie had never known any other kind of life. She’d been abused from childhood. She expected men to behave the way her husband and father did.

Things start to shift with the introduction of the character of Shug Avery, a glamorous singer that Celie’s husband is in love with. Shug doesn’t take shit from anyone. For the first time, Celie sees a different way of living.

But she’s still stuck with her husband. She’s good to him but he still beats her because it’s what he’s expected to do. Celie herself even tells her stepson to beat his wife, although she regrets it. The way women are ‘supposed’ to be treated is just so deeply ingrained.

But Shug makes Celie’s husband promise not to hit her, and because he loves Shug, he listens. Even when Shug leaves, he keeps his promise.

And all the while, Celie seems just as obsessed with Shug as her husband is. There’s a creeping feeling in your stomach that you’re not sure what to do with. Shug is beautiful and glamorous and strong-willed. If you were in Celie’s position, how could you not love her?

One day, Shug comes back with her own husband in tow. His name is Grady. Celie hates him immediately, although she’s not sure why. Perhaps it’s because you’re high, but it takes longer to shift into place than it should.

When Shug tells Celie that she loves her, you don’t question it. It just makes sense. When she kisses her, you snap the book shut, breathing hard.

Was this why Chrissy had leant you the book? Was this her way of telling you that she knew? Was this a roundabout way of tormenting you? Was she going to out you?

Or…

Your guts roiled.

Was she trying to tell you that she liked girls too?

Or maybe none of this was a message. Maybe this was just a book that Chrissy liked. It was an interesting, heart-rending story about a woman being trapped by the expectations placed on her. It, in turns, horrified and titillated in a way that kept you gripped. You didn’t need to like women to feel that.

But it certainly helped.

You lit your joint again, which had been lying forgotten in the mug on your nightstand that you’d been using as an ashtray. Taking a deep drag, you reopened the book.

It was night by the time you finished reading. There were tears in your eyes. Your head hurt a little, and you wanted to sleep, but it wasn’t worth having to face Chrissy without finishing your half of the project.

You pulled out a couple more reference books that you got at the library and began to write.

*

The next morning, you had to force yourself out of bed with a pounding head. You ate a bowl of cereal without really tasting it and then showered to make sure you’d got rid of the last of the weed smell that might’ve lingered in your hair.

It was early, but the weather was already unpleasantly warm. You soldiered on until you turned on to the Chrissy’s street.

There were two cars parked in the driveway. That almost certainly meant her parents were home. That was almost enough to make you turn around and go back home, but you needed to do this. If you handed over your half of the project, then this could be over and done with.

Steeling yourself, you rang the doorbell. There was a long pause, but then you heard footsteps. You forced a smile onto your face as the door swung open, revealing a middle-aged blonde woman who you assumed was Chrissy’s mother.

“Hi, is Chrissy here?” you asked, before she had a chance to say anything.

She looked you up and down with a pinched expression on her face. “Who are you?”

“I’m in Chrissy’s English class. We have a project together?” The words came out sounding like a question although they clearly weren’t one.

“One moment,” said the woman, and then shut the door in your face.

Perhaps if you had looked like a cheerleader, she would’ve let you wait inside, but she clearly didn’t trust you from the ways her eyes had raked over you judgmentally.

You stood there. A minute passed and you heard nothing, and you were starting to wonder if she was coming back at all when the door opened again.

This time, it was Chrissy standing there. “Hi,” she said, looking a little embarrassed. You weren’t sure if it was because of yesterday, or because of her mother, but either way, you wanted to put her at ease.

“I just wanted to return your book to you,” you said, reaching into your bag. “I finished it last night. I also finished writing up the presentation. If you have any questions, you can ask me on Monday, I guess.”

“You’re leaving?” she asked.

“I just came here to drop the stuff off. I figured…” You trailed off. Her expression wasn’t angry, just curious. “After yesterday, you probably didn’t wanna see that much of me.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “Do you wanna look through it together? It might be helpful.”

You glanced over her shoulder. Her mother was standing in the hallway, her eyes fixed on you.

“Sure,” you said, “I’m not busy today.”

“Not here, though,” Chrissy murmured, so quietly you almost didn’t hear her. “I just need to grab my bag,” she said, much louder now, “And then we can go.”

You had no idea where you were supposed to be going, so you just nodded.

Unlike her mother, Chrissy didn’t shut the door on you. She left the door open as she turned around and headed for the stairs.

“I’m going over to Y/N’s house to study,” she said to her mother.

You blanched. You had no intention of inviting Chrissy – or anyone, for that matter – to your trailer. You weren’t sure if she knew you lived in a trailer and was lying to her mother about you living in a house, or if she was just assuming.

You hovered awkwardly in the doorway, avoiding her mother’s eye as she retrieved her bag.

“I’ll back in a few hours,” she said. “Love you, mom.”

Her mother gave a small affirmative grunt and Chrissy led you out the front door.

“Sorry about that,” she whispered. “I was thinking we could go study at Benny’s diner, but my mom… She wouldn’t like that. So it’s easier to just tell her we’re at your place.”

You nodded jerkily. “Right. Of course.”

“I’ll drive,” said Chrissy, as if there was any question about that. You got into the passenger seat of her car and immediately rolled down the window. It was far too hot to have it closed. “I have AC,” she said, but you pretended you didn’t hear her.

In truth, you just wanted to get the breeze on your face. It had been a long time since you’d ridden in a car and it was thing you’d always liked the most about driving.

When you didn’t respond, Chrissy rolled her window down too, much to your relief. Neither of you spoke for the duration of the car journey.

It wasn’t far to Benny’s, which was a shame, because you only got to spend a few precious minutes leaning with your face by the window, letting the wind rush through your hair.

You caught Chrissy’s eye in the wingmirror at one point and realised that she was watching you. You frowned, and she quickly looked away. Feeling a little embarrassed, you rolled up your window again as you pulled into the parking lot outside the diner.

You already had your hand on the door handle, but Chrissy kept driving, which confused you. Instead of pulling into one of the spaces in the parking lot, she drove around the back of the diner.

There were a couple of overflow spots there, but they were all full. She frowned.

“Oh.”

You wrinkled your nose at her. “Why don’t you park around the front?”

“I prefer the back,” she said, not looking at you. Her tone didn’t invite further questions. You sat in silence as she turned the car around and pulled into the furthest space from the road.

She seemed strangely nervous as she picked up her things and got out of the car. Was it your fault? Was she really so uncomfortable around you?

The silence as you walked into the diner was awkward. Chrissy picked the table – a booth far away from the window – and ordered herself a lemonade. When the waitress looked at you expectantly, you opted for a lemonade too, mostly out of awkwardness.

Chrissy’s lips were pursed as she started pulling books out of her bag. Now seemed to be the moment, or else you might be stuck in this uncomfortable cycle forever.

“I am sorry,” you said, and she looked up at you, surprised. “For yesterday. I was rude.”

A hint of a smile curled up the side of her lips, although her eyes were sad. “It’s okay. I’ve heard worse.”

You felt the heat rising in your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you looked away from her and down at the menu.

“Did you wanna get some lunch?” you asked. “They do mean pancakes here. I’m buying.”

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

“I want to.”

If you bought her lunch, then maybe this uncomfortable tightness in your chest would go away. Sure, you didn’t have much money, but you could figure it out.

The waitress came back with two glasses of lemonade and two menus. She looked at Chrissy, and then at you with a flicker of confusion, as if she couldn’t understand why a girl like her was sitting with a girl like you. The thought soured you. You slouched down in your seat, a sneer coming to your lips.

Her face rearranged itself into a bright smile. “Will you two ladies be ordering food?”

You looked at Chrissy. She hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Yes, thank you.” Ever polite. Ever sweet. You tried not to frown.

“Great,” said the waitress, seeming relieved that it was Chrissy that spoke and not you. “I’ll give you a few minutes to decide.” She set down your menus in front of you and walked away.

Chrissy gave you a strange look. You were sure she was put off by you. No matter what you did, it seemed like people were put off by you. You busied yourself with reading the menu, although you already knew what you wanted.

“Are you… alright?” Chrissy’s voice was a little timid.

You looked up to meet her eyes. “What?”

“You seem… I don’t know… pissed off?”

“I’m fine.”

“Was it the waitress?”

“What are you going to eat?” you said, ignoring her question.

Chrissy sighed a little and perused the menu too.

When the waitress came back, she didn’t look at you, opting instead to focus on Chrissy.

“What can I get you two?” she asked, that false, customer-service smile on her face.

“I’ll have the pancakes,” you said loudly, forcing her to look at you. “Blueberry.” She smiled at you and scribbled that down on the pad.

“And for you?” she asked, turning back to Chrissy.

“I’ll have…” She looked uncertain for a moment. Then, with a deep breath, said, “Blueberry pancakes as well, please.”

“Anything else?” asked the waitress.

“And a side of fries. To share,” you said, and Chrissy’s eyes widened.

“Excellent choice,” said the waitress, smiling at you. You felt a strange, sour turn in your stomach. She collected up your menus and left the two of you alone.

“I don’t want any fries,” said Chrissy immediately.

You shrugged. “Don’t have any, then.”

Her lips pursed. “I don’t understand you.”

“Of course you don’t,” you said derisively.

She ignored you. “I don’t know what to expect. One minute you’re buying me lunch and the next you’re turning all prickly again.”

You snorted. “Is that right?”

“I don’t know how else you’d describe it.”

“I just…” You glanced over at the waitress who was now standing by the counter, making easy conversation with another patron. “… don’t like being judged, alright?”

“Who’s judging you?”

You scoffed. “A lot of people. Don’t tell me you don’t see it.”

“See what?”

“The way people look at me.”

Chrissy shrugged. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s not the kind of thing people notice happening to other people.”

She frowned at you. “I guess you’re right. You might not think so but I feel like I’m being judged all the time too. Especially with cheerleading and stuff. So I know how you feel.”

You highly doubted that, but you were too tired to argue. “Can we talk about something else?”

“Fine by me. How was the book?”

You faltered. You weren’t sure that this was a much safer topic. “It was… good. Interesting, I mean.”

“It’s not an… easy read. It made me cry a bunch of times when I read it for the first time.”

“You’ve read it more than once?”

“Sure. It’s one I keep finding myself coming back to. I don’t even know why. It’s just… compelling, I guess?”

Questions were on the tip of your tongue. The main character of the book was a lesbian. She was in love with another woman. What did Chrissy think about that? It was a potentially dangerous line of inquiry. 

Luckily, or maybe not, the waitress returned at that moment with two plates of pancakes and a bowl of fries, which she set down in between you. You dug in immediately.

You were a few bites in when you realised Chrissy hadn’t touched her food yet. You looked at her, unsure if you should say anything, for fear of upsetting her again. The look you gave her seemed to be enough. She picked up her knife and fork and started cutting into the stack.

“They’re good, right?” you asked, just as she’d taken her first bite.

“Really good,” she said through a mouthful of pancake, and you found yourself laughing, although you weren’t sure why.

Tentatively, she reached for the bowl of fries between you. She seemed uncertain, so you said, “Go ahead.”

For a moment, she looked surprised, pulling her hand back like she’d been caught doing something wrong, but then she took a couple of fries and put them in her mouth.

She grinned unexpectedly. “God these are good. I haven’t had fries in forever.”

You didn’t ask her why not. You were pretty sure you knew. The world was hard for teenage girls, and even skinny, gorgeous girls like her were made to feel bad about their weight.

Whenever you contemplated your own body, you weren’t exactly happy with what you saw. But you had bigger things to worry about. For Chrissy, as head cheerleader, it was practically in the job description for her to be hot and skinny and blonde.

You took a handful of fries too. They really were very good. You commended yourself on your excellent taste.

You were just about to start talking about what you’d written for the project when the colour drained from Chrissy’s face. She dropped her fork and pushed her plate towards you, eyes wide and anxiously fixed on something outside of the window.

You followed her gaze. A car was pulling into the parking lot. You recognised it from Chrissy’s driveway. It was being driven by her mom.

Next Chapter

[quickiesgirl]

Take Me Backstage - Chrissy Cunningham

Paring: Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Dom/Sub, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Hand Kink, Voice Kink, Light Teasing, Hair Pulling, Pillow Princess!Chrissy.

A/N: Don't mind my shitty writing, haven't written in a while. <3

Corroded Coffin had left the stage with another successful show in the books, and the next band was called out.

The sweetest girl in Hawkins, Chrissy Cunningham, made her way through the crowd, excusing herself politely as she hurried to the front.

She looked upon the small, lifted stage, combing her fingers through her bangs and adjusting her knitted sweater before the next band came out. 

You slung your electric guitar over your shoulder and held the neck tightly, looking down upon the cherry red pickguard that popped with the white backing. 

You took a deep breath before stepping out, waving to the vibrant crowd. Your bandmates proceed to follow behind you and take their positions. The spotlight shines down and sets a warm golden glow over your body as you stand front and center.

You grab the standing microphone, and pull it closer, looking around at your fellow music lovers. Your calloused fingertips press down on their assigned positions, guitar pick strumming over the thickest strings, taking the lead of ‘Like a Bad Girl Should’ by The Cramps.

The drums kicked in along with your rhythm guitarist. You held a low and gritty tone while leaning into the mic and singing the raunchy lyrics. 

“I love your ass for bad or worse, 

I love your nasty way you curse, 

When you sit down, it's wild how you sit, 

Grind your heel in the ground,

the groovy way you spit.”

You spot your beautiful girlfriend in the crowd, being your supportive little cheerleader.

She stands out in her light pink, v-neck sweater with a white, lacy bra slightly showing underneath and a matching short skirt. Her strawberry blonde hair teased, and pulled up into her signature ponytail, bangs bouncy and parted. 

Your worn boots tap along to the beat as you continue to play with her lingering gaze on you, and those pretty, bow-shaped lips and that killer smile on display. 

At the moment, you were blatantly unaware of the ache you were making between her thighs. Her poor pussy was so overwhelmed with your working hands and your sensual-sounding voice in her ears.

The two of you had met through a mutual friend, Eddie Munson. Chrissy had a secret attraction towards rock stars such as Debbie Harry and Joan Jett, and the moment she saw you, she was head over heels.

“Oh, you look good, oh, you smell good, 

Oh, you taste good…” 

You recognize that lustful, glistening look in her eyes, and immediately unveil her little secret. You tilt your head with a side smirk, now singing directly to your beautiful woman in the audience, words sharp as they spill from your mouth. 

“like a bad girl should.” 

You watch the way her hand slides between her breasts and follows along her shoulders to innocently push some strands of hair across her blushing cheeks. 

The performance ends with the final song being ‘Queen of Pain.’ You and your bandmates exit the stage, beaming with satisfaction, and the second you step out of the exclusive back room, Chrissy practically jumps in your arms and gives you the biggest kiss without a care in the world of who was around. 

Chrissy grabs ahold of your hand and begins pulling you towards a more intimate and private corner of the bar. Proceeding to steal the empty wooden stool and watch as she fills the space perfectly between your legs, causing you to sneak glances at her skirt that was riding high up her thighs. The same ones you wish to have squeezed around your head. 

“You sounded amazing up there, baby. I told you the crowd was going to love you guys.” Your girlfriend said sweetly, her words of affirmation making your body grow physically warm to the touch.

You pulled her into your lap and held your hands around her waist. Her pleasant floral scent fills your nose while you sneak a couple of kisses into her inner neck, “Thank you, sweetheart.” 

Chrissy’s eyes widened at the feel of you pressed against her heat and your delicate lips along the sweet spots of her neck and shoulders. A simple action that shows everyone who exactly Chrissy Cunningham belongs to.

Her body grew weak as she struggled to adjust her skirt. At the moment, all she wanted was to ride your thigh and apply some pressure to that neglected clit of hers.

“Oh,” You gasp with surprise, a devilish smirk spreading across your face once you feel her soaking through the material of your blue jeans, “so that's why you were staring.” 

Chrissy's lips curl into a small, blushing smile, muttering softly, “Y-you know I couldn’t help it. You just had that look in your eyes and… the way everyone's attention was on the person, who holds me at night, kisses every inch of my body, and fucks me.” 

Her mouth dropped open in a sudden gasp as she felt your leg begin to bounce against the vinyl flooring, causing her cunt to grind on your thigh. Her fingers seized the fabric of her mini skirt. Struggling to be subtle with her actions around all these people. 

It was a sight to see Chrissy Cunningham, the graduated head cheerleader whom every guy in town had a crush on, was sitting in your lap. Jealousy struck the room. 

You move forward, lightly grazing your lips to her ear, as a smooth, dominant whisper leaves your mouth, “Keep talking like that, and I'll just have to pull you to the back.” 

Those innocent eyes glance over her shoulder and smirk lightly, “No one is stopping you.”

You’d reached the tipping point, and before she knew it, you took her backstage, which was thankfully unoccupied, offering some privacy as you pressed your girlfriend into the wall.

The vibrations from the music runs through each other's bodies as you lean in and take her breath away in a passionate kiss. Tongues gliding together, and bosoms heaving against one another. 

You pull away from her hungry kisses and replace your absence with two digits inside her mouth. The tips of your calloused fingers drag along her tongue while she lets out an almost pornographic moan.

“That's it, baby… Suck on these fingers you love so much.” 

With your spare hand roaming her body, you slip under the material of her skirt and cup her clothed cunt. One of the reasons why you love these skirts is how effortlessly you can get to that wet hole within seconds. 

“8 minutes till they’re wrapped up. That’ll be plenty of time to make you cum, baby. Give you a special backstage treatment. ” 

Her body shivers in your grasp, and her hips buck into the palm of your hand. You hear a disappointed whimper when you release your hold and slowly kneel, hands drifting down her sides. 

“Gonna taste this sweet pussy of yours, ‘kay?”

Chrissy nods instantly, her bottom lip tightly tucked between her teeth, watching you flip material up and peel her underwear down her legs. 

The sweet aroma of her pussy fills your nose as you push forward and curl your tongue, licking along her pink folds. 

You’d never get tired of eating your girlfriend out. You adore watching that pretty face react to every touch from below while you practically devour her cunt. Her juices are the only liquor you crave. 

A soft sigh escapes her mouth, and eyes flutter, struggling to keep themselves open. Her fingers buried in your hair and pushed your face deeper, causing you to chuckle breathily. She was such a pillow princess, and you loved every second of it. 

You squeeze her soft, supple thighs, nails digging into her skin while you hold them apart and drag your tongue through her slit, lapping at her dripping cunt. “god, you taste so fucking good. ” 

Chrissy’s hips rocked into your open mouth, her inner walls clenching around nothing as you continued to overstimulate her. 

“You know- at any minute, we could get caught with my face buried in this needy cunt. You’d like that, mh? To show everyone you’re getting fucked by the guitarist?” 

Your lips part around her throbbing clitoris and suckle while your tongue traces circles, watching her head tossed back and those lustful moans grow louder. 

You loved her sweet noises, and between the sloppy, wet sounds of her pussy to your mouth and her moans, you were getting high off the pleasure. Luckily the music concealed the sounds of sex behind thin walls. 

“B-baby, I-I need your fingers.” She whimpered, her bangs falling across her dazed face while she watched.

“Mhmm, these fingers?” You tease with a cheeky grin and make direct eye contact, circling her entrance with the ones she had in her mouth minutes ago. 

“Y-yes,” she nodded softly before you dip your middle and ring finger inside her, feeling her arousal coat them. 

Your fingers curl upon her upper wall in unison, applying enough pressure that makes her legs tremble while the tip of your tongue plays with her sensitive clitoris. 

“Oh, god, don't stop- please, don't stop!” 

It became too much, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her clenching cunt came undone around your fingers, leaving a ring of milky cum down to your knuckles.

After you slowly pull out. You drag your tongue across your sticky fingers, and lick away her juices, “Fucking delicious...” You winked, causing her cheeks to turn an adorably bright shade of red. 

With a loud pop, you remove your fingers and use them to feel the white laced panties around her ankles, “Mind if I have these as a little keepsake?” 

She bites her bottom lip and nods in approval, slipping out of the soft material while she holds onto your shoulders to maintain her balance. Like when you help her out of a pair of heels after a long night. You proceed to carry her underwear in the pocket of your leather jacket for safekeeping.

Chrissy ignores the feeling of arousal leaking down her inner thigh as she flattens her skirt and takes your arm before stepping out with you, side by side. 

From now on, your girlfriend's panties are a “good luck charm” you bring on stage. She loves slipping her cum soaked panties in your pocket before you walk out. 

[marie-swriting]

Always Stay Together - Chrissy Cunningham

Stranger Things Masterlist

Summary : your former best friend Chrissy helps you to get in the cheerleaders.

Warnings : mention of pressure from parents, fluff, happy endings, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 3.8k

French version

Song inspiration : Strawberry Blonde by chloe moriondo

Your parents next to you, you enter the Cunninghams’ garden. You hold back a sigh when you see the people you’ll have to spend the next hours with. You don’t want to be here. You did everything to not be here. However, your mother can be more stubborn than you and it’s a get-together organised by your dad’s work.

With your mom, you get closer to Laura and Chrissy Cunningham whilst your dad walks towards Philip. Seeing you coming, your mom and Chrissy’s mother greet each other with a big smile on their face while you make a face that is supposed to look smiley. 

“I’m glad to have you here !” Laura exclaims.

“Thank you for inviting us. We brought you this.” your mother informs, handing the cake she bought before coming here.

“It’s very thoughtful of you. Y/N, you’ve grown so much ! I almost didn’t recognise you.” Laura laughs, showing you with her hand. “I mean, you haven’t been coming here for so long.”

‘So long’ is the appropriate way of saying ‘since the beginning of High School’. You and Chrissy are currently seniors and before that, you used to be best friends.

Though, once you got in High School, everything changed and you lost contact - especially when you started noticing you looked at her differently. You’ll never admit it out loud but you miss Chrissy - sometimes, you wonder if she misses you, too. It’s actually one of the reasons you didn’t want to come to the Cunninghams today. You knew you would have to be around your former best friend and she’d probably be the only other teenager your age - even if it wouldn’t have been the case, you would have talked to no one, but that’s a story for another day.

“School keeps me busy, you know, Mrs.Cunningham.” you try to justify.

“She always has her nose in her homework. It’s a miracle we’ve managed to keep her away from her books today.”

A miracle or rather a punishment, if someone asked your opinion. 

“Chrissy told me you’ve perfectly adjusted to High School, that’s a good thing ! For some, it can be complicated to follow the rythm.” Chrissy’s mother says with a pointing look at her daughter.

“It’s true but so did Chrissy from what I know. Captain of the cheerleaders ! It’s something.” your mom compliments.

“I’m proud of it.” Chrissy confesses.

“You know, Chrissy, Y/N wishes to do more extra-curricular activities like cheerleading, you think you could help her train for the selections ?”

“Mom !”

“I’d be happy to do so, Mrs.Y/L/N.” Chrissy accepts with a smile.

“You’re lovely, Chrissy.”

At that precise moment, you’d like to run away. Not only you don’t wish to do cheerleading but you don’t want Chrissy to train you ! Joining an extracurricular activity was your mom’s idea, not yours. You’re good just like you are yet your mom wants you to be more social, more particularly since you’re not friends with Chrissy anymore. You thought having good grades would be enough for her to leave you alone, it looks like it’s not anymore.

Your mom and Chrissy’s keep talking whilst you and your former friend avoid looking at each other. Without a warning, your mothers leave you alone to greet other people. Once you’re on your own, you finally dare to look up at Chrissy. Her strawberry blond hair is set loose and curly, her make up is natural and her summer dress looks beautiful on her. Realising you’re staring at her too much, you clear your throat and try to find a way to run away.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Chrissy confesses, taking you aback.

“Really ?”

“Yeah.”

“You know, you don’t have to.” you say.

“Have to what ?”

“Act polite, accept to help me with cheerleading. I’ll make up a story to my mom so you won’t have to do it.”

“I meant it when I said I wanted to help you.”

“Why ?” you ask, brows furrowed.

“Because we were friends and I want to help.”

“Trust me when I say I’m a lost cause. You’re gonna waste your time by trying to turn me into a cheerleader.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Chrissy contradicts, determined. “We can meet next weekend at my place. You’ll see, it’ll be easy.”

‘Easy’ isn’t the word you’d use as you’re watching Chrissy’s choreography during your first training session. You stare at her turning, dancing, jumping, spinning and many other verbs with wide open eyes. You’ll never be able to get in the team. At least, your mom will finally leave you alone once you’ll get the results. Once Chrissy is done, you’re speechless.

“So ?” your former best friend questions.

“So, I will never be able to do it.”

“You will ! Plus, I just wanted to show you the choreography, we’re gonna go back to the basics. Since you’re warmed up, we’ll work on your suppleness. You’re gonna do a split.” she orders and you’re shocked.

“I beg your pardon ?”

“A split. It’s easy.”

“No, solving a math equation is easy, a split is impossible.”

“You did gymnastics.”

“Yeah, for two years when I was seven ! And only because you wanted to do it, not because I had skills. It’s actually the reason why I stopped.” you remind her.

“This and the fact you wouldn’t talk to the other girls.”

“I’ve never been the social type, you know it. You’ve always been the exception. I mean, you were the only one I got along with.” you correct yourself, embarrassed.

“Anyway, if you train a bit everyday, you’ll be able to do a split.” Chrissy resumes, avoiding your gaze for a second. “Maybe it won’t be perfect but it’s always a good thing to do. Come on, show me what you can do.”

Reluctantly, you try to do a split. You resist the growing pain in your legs and try to touch the ground a bit more when you feel yourself going backward, you stand up. You start a long speech explaining how it’s torture while Chrissy looks at you laughing.

“Don’t laugh !” you say whilst chuckling. “What did you expect ? I was only able to do it once in my whole life and it was after one year of gymnastics !”

“You can do it.” Chrissy encourages you. “Keep training on your split at home. We’ll start practising the dance now. I’ll show you the choreography again and then, it’s your turn.”

“This should be good !” 

Chrissy rolls her eyes, faking annoyance at your lack of optimism before getting in position and redoing the routine. You watch her, still impressed by her movements, and you try to remember the steps. You lose track after thirty seconds - it’s better than the first time, you had lost track in less than ten seconds. You struggle to memorise the steps, not only because you’re not good at dancing but because your eyes end up admiring Chrissy instead of her dance. You look at the way her hair moves with the rhythm of her movements, the way her face crunches or the way it relaxes depending on the complicated moments, how her body moves. You’re completely mesmerised by Chrissy. Maybe your feelings for her haven’t left you, despite the years.

Once Chrissy stops moving, you need a second to understand she’s finished dancing. She informs you you’ll start with the first steps together then, it’ll be you alone. When you dance together, you manage to follow her. You're less graceful than Chrissy yet she doesn’t criticise it. The second you have to do it alone, you start to panic. At first, your dancing is okay, then comes the moment where you have to do a movement with your arms and legs you don’t understand. You try three times alone, only the humiliation of failing makes you lose your composure. Chrissy takes pity on you and helps you by coming behind you and touching your body. Surprised, you only move the members Chrissy is touching whilst the rest of your body is paralysed. Turning your head, you notice her face is - too - close to yours. You untangle yourself by taking a step backward.

“I think it’s enough for today.” Chrissy states, blushing, “Keep training on this part and on your suppleness. We’ll see the rest during the next session.”

You don’t need to be told twice so you take your stuff before leaving Chrissy’s. These training sessions will, indeed, be complicated but not for the reason you thought. You don’t know how you’ll manage to keep your feelings buried inside yourself if you spend your time admiring her and panicking when she helps you.

By some miracles, you keep your emotions in check during the following training sessions. You’re slowly improving and Chrissy is sure you’ll have the skills for the selections. Whilst she helps you, you two get to know each other again. You discuss a bit more and start talking about other matters than cheerleading.

A few weeks after your first training, when you go to Chrissy’s, you notice with a simple glance that your former best friend isn’t feeling right. Her smile is fake, she lacks energy and her encouragement isn't as enthusiastic. You don’t say anything at first, not knowing if you should ask her what’s wrong, however when she seems totally detached from reality, you stop moving and stare at her.

“What’s the matter ?” you ask and you see her tensing.

“What do you mean ?”

“You seem lost in your thoughts. Something is bothering you. Is it because of your grade in maths ? I saw your face when the teacher gave back the tests.” you admit and Chrissy sighs.

“I got a C. Again.”

“Let me guess, your mom is still pressuring you for your grades ?”

“It got worse with time. No matter how good I’m doing in other subjects or how I’m the cheerleaders captain, it’s not enough. And yet I’m trying ! It’s not my fault if I don’t understand everything.” she says, mad.

“You know, I could have helped you.”

“It’s not your problem.”

“You’re helping me with the selections, I can return the favour with maths.”

“I don’t want to-”

“Just accept my help.” you cut her off.

“Okay.”

“If you want, we can work on some exercises instead of training.”

“Just say you want to stop working out for today.” she smiles and you have a guilty face.

“I confess it’s one of the reasons. Did you tell your mom about your grade ?”

“Not yet. If you hear screams from your place tonight, you’ll know why.”

“I can stay with you, if you want. Maybe she won’t be so mean if there’s a guest.” you suggest with a compassionate smile. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it. Thanks, though.”

“If you change your mind, you can always call me.”

The same night, you’re at home, trying to study physics whilst Chrissy is on your mind. You know her mom is strict about her grades so you can only imagine what she’s going to say as soon as she’ll tell her her grade. You wish you could support her but your relationship is still fragile so you can’t really insist on supporting her.

You reread your lesson when the phone on your nightstand rings. You pick it up, not knowing who might call you at 11:00 P.M.

“Hey, Y/N, sorry to bother you.” Chrissy’s voice starts. “I know it’s late, but I… I’d like it if you come. It got a bit out of hand with my parents and I… Actually, forget about it, I… I shouldn’t have…” she stutters.

“I’m coming.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to.” you announce, interrupting her. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“Thanks.” Chrissy mutters and you can hear the gratitude in her voice.

You hang up before quickly getting dressed. Thankfully, your parents are gone for the weekend so you can leave your house as you wish.

You park your car before Chrissy’s home, not wanting her parents to ask questions and go to her place by foot. Upon arriving at hers, you’re about to let her know you’re here by throwing rocks at her window but it looks like she was waiting for you downstairs. Indeed, just as you step one foot on her grass, she opens the door. She makes a sign to not make any sound whilst you go to her room.

Once you’re there, you notice Chrissy’s red eyes. You don’t waste a second before hugging her. She holds onto you as if you were a safety net. Delicately, you stroke her hair - it always helped her to calm down when you were kids. You stay in each other’s embrace until Chrissy feels ready to look you in the eyes. 

“Thanks for coming. I didn’t want to be alone.” she admits, a bit ashamed.

“You called, I had to come.”

Chrissy goes to sit on her bed and you do the same, sitting next to her. Chrissy puts her head on your shoulder, taking a deep breath.

“You wanna talk about it ?” you ask.

“There isn’t a lot to say. She didn’t yell at me only for my maths grade,” Chrissy starts with a weak voice. “She just used it as an excuse to criticise everything I do. Sometimes, I feel like I’ll never be good enough for her. I don’t know what to do to make her proud of me. I’m not the perfect student like you, it’s true, but I’m doing my best. Besides, I’m not a difficult child. I’m not skipping classes, I don’t talk back to teachers. What more does she want ? Why is it never enough ? I don’t understand.” she says, angry.

“Sometimes, there is nothing to understand. Your mom has always been complicated to satisfy, it’s not going to change anytime soon. I know it’s easier said than done but you have to stop letting her define your value. You’re strong and smart, no matter what your mom says. And for what it's worth, I’m proud of you.” you affirm, looking her right in the eyes and she smiles at you.

“I think it’d be easier if my mom were like yours. She never really judges you.”

“You bet ! My mom would rather have me be popular with a large group of friends. Of course, she’s happy with my good grades yet for her, it’s not enough. Why do you think I’m trying for the cheerleaders selections ? She wants me to have some popularity. She acts as if she was still the queen in school.” you complain, rolling your eyes. 

“If you don’t want to be a cheerleader, why do you try so hard to get in the team ? You could just make zero effort and not get selected.” Chrissy questions.

“At first, that’s what I wanted to do, I admit but doing cheerleading with you made me change my mind. I think it’s nice.” you confess. “I’m not saying I’d be devastated if I didn’t get in the team but I wouldn’t be against the idea of being a part of it. Furthermore, my mom would finally give me a break.”

“Are you seriously saying you want to be social ?” Chrissy exclaims, faking being shocked.

“I’m surprised too !” you laugh, “But as long you’re here, it’s bearable.”

For a second, you stay silent, enjoying each other’s company. Chrissy’s hand takes yours - you want to chuckle when you realise your hand is still bigger than hers. She lightly squeezes your hand and you can’t help but smile at this contact. You missed being this close to Chrissy.

“I’m sorry, you know.” she confesses in a whisper.

“For what ?”

“I’m sorry we lost touch once we got into High School, especially after I got in the cheerleaders.”

“You’re not the only one guilty here. I could have come to talk to you.” you admit.

“Maybe but I left you alone even though we promised to always stay together.”

“And I left you alone when I could have come to support you during the games. At least, we’re talking to each other again, that’s what matters.” you state, looking deeply in her eyes.

“True. It’s actually the reason why I accepted to help you. I wanted to make things better between us. I always wanted to do it, I just didn’t know how.”

“That makes two of us. Friends again ?” you question with a smile.

“Best friends.” Chrissy corrects, showing you her pinky fingers.

“Best friends.” you repeat, intertwining your pinky fingers to hers.

Your fingers linked together, you stare at each other, a big smile on your face and your heart skips a beat. You prevent yourself from moving, fearing you might ruin your friendship newly found by doing something stupid.

Chrissy lays down on her bed and you do the same. At your surprise, Chrissy gets closer to you and holds you. You hug her tighter against you whilst she wishes you a good night. You spend the night together in each other’s arms until dawn when you leave the warmth of the bed to go back to your house to make sure Chrissy doesn’t get in any more trouble.

Since that night, you’ve become inseparable again. You don’t only see each other for the training sessions or tutoring, you talk at school, you hang out sometimes. It’s like old times - with more freedom thanks to the car. Spending time with Chrissy again made you realise just how much you missed her. You’re more than happy to be with her. As for your feelings, they only grow and you hope you’ll be able to contain them. Nevertheless, you wonder if you’re the only one in this situation. Chrissy seems more touchy than before and some sentences she says make you think she might share your feelings.

The day of the selections has arrived and saying you’re stressed would be an understatement. You didn’t think you’d be that much under pressure. After all, you didn’t even want to get in the team in the first place. Nonetheless, now it matters for you and more particularly,  you don’t want to humiliate Chrissy by ruining all her efforts. She really helped you to improve. You finally can do her choreography and you’re amazed by your own flexibility ! Chrissy is a good teacher.

You’re currently in the locker room getting ready. You try to calm your nerves by thinking about the choreography. However, as soon as you can’t remember a step, you panic a bit more. You need a few seconds before remembering it. You’re the last one in the locker room when you’re finally changed. You enjoy this moment of peace to breathe deeply. Closing your locker door, you find Chrissy’s angelic face.

“Don’t stress. You can do it.” she encourages you.

“I’m not so sure. Do I really have to do the selections ? You’re the captain, can’t you do me a favour ?” you ask, desperate.

“I’m not the only one taking the decision. But don’t worry about it. Besides, you know the choreography. I trust you.”

“Not me. I’m not made for this. I want to run. I’m just gonna say I’m sick.”

“No, you worked hard so you’re gonna do it !” Chrissy orders.

“Give me one good reason to do it.”

“If you do it, we’ll go to the movies. Together.” she proposes with a pointing look.

“Together ?” you repeat, unsure if you’re reading between the lines.

“Yeah. I have to go. It’s about to start. Good luck.” she says, suddenly kissing your cheek.

You’re taken aback the second you feel her lips. You don’t move for a second, trying to understand what’s just happened. Did Chrissy just ask you on a date ? Did she just kiss you on the cheek ? You must have imagined all of this ! You hope you didn’t but it’s the only explanation, isn’t it ?

However, you don’t have the time to think more, you have to do the selections. You get a grip on yourself and leave the locker room. You find the other girls who want to get in the team and you think to yourself you won’t be able to do it. They seem more talented than you.

You’re not one of the firsts so you can see the competition and you really think it’s over for you. Once it’s your turn, you get in position and look at the judges. Chrissy gives you an encouraging smile then the music starts and you do your choreography. Surprisingly, you don’t make a misstep - or at least, you don’t notice it. When you’re done, they thank you for coming then it’s the turn of the next candidate. Now, you just have to wait.

The day of the results, you don’t check the board. You can’t see your failure so you avoid it like the plague just like you avoid Chrissy, scared to find her disappointed face. You manage to hide from Chrissy until lunch break. As a precaution, you don’t eat at the school cafeteria. You want to be alone so you go to the art room which is always open. You thought you’d be alone yet Chrissy is determined to find you and she knows you perfectly to know where to search. It doesn’t take her too long to find out where you are. 

“Are you avoiding me ?” Chrissy questions with a smile, entering the room.

“What ? No.” you try to justify before admitting defeat, “Alright, I do. I’m scared I failed and I didn’t want to see how disappointed you are.”

“Even if you had failed, I wouldn’t have been disappointed. You did your best.” she affirms walking towards you.

“What do you mean ‘even if I had failed’?” you ask, realising her sentence.

“Congratulations, Y/N Y/L/N, you’re officially a cheerleader.” Chrissy states with a big smile.

“You’re joking ?”

“Not at all !”

At her sentence, you rise from your chair and run towards Chrissy. You take her in your arms whilst she keeps congratulating you. You didn’t think you’d be that happy to be a cheerleader. Actually, you’re happy to see the proud look in Chrissy’s eyes once you break the embrace.

“So, does that mean I won the right to go to the movies with you ?” you question, nervous.

“Even more than that, if you want.” she informs, confusing you.

Chrissy’s face slowly gets closer to yours, giving you the chance to move backward if you want to. When she doesn’t see you moving, she keeps leaning in until your lips are separated by a few inches. Finally, you’re the one who breaks this small barrier by pressing your lips on Chrissy’s. Your heart explodes in your chest as you feel Chrissy’s lips moving against yours. You never felt this happy in your whole life. On top of being a cheerleader, you got your best friend back and your girlfriend.

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omg i'm so excited to see that you're taking requests again, i'm a big fan of your angst!! ❤️ i was wondering if you could write another hellcheer x reader fic? maybe one with a soulmate/soulmark au, in which Chrissy and Eddie are each others soulmates and their best friend, the reader, has been secretly crushing on the both of them for a while.

she pines after them despite knowing she could never have them, and one day she hears rumors that a second mark has appeared on the couple, and is shocked to find out that their marks have also appeared on her. at first she's excited and rushes to tell them that she's their other soulmate, but is devastated when she overhears Chrissy and Eddie talking about their newfound soulmate, she hears Chrissy questioning how the new soulmark could affect their relationship, and Eddie confidently reassures her that he won't let anyone come between him and Chrissy, and wants nothing to do with his other soulmate.

not wanting to lose either of them, she hides her identity as the owner of the second mark and ends up pulling away from Chrissy and Eddie in the process. they're saddened that their best friend has suddenly pulled away from them and try to find out what's wrong, only to find out that the reader is their other soulmate.

angst with a happy ending pretty please? 🙏 anyways i'm sorry this got super long, if this is too much or just simply isn't your thing then feel free to ignore :D

I love this idea! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Two soulmates

There was a saying that everyone has a soulmate out there in the world. This seemed to be true for everyone around but Y/N was left with no one. She was terrified of not having a soulmate out there in the world, but a mark still had yet to appear on her skin.

It wouldn't matter if she got one anyway, the two people she desperately is in love with were together and marked as soulmates. Y/N met Eddie and Chrissy as a couple, easily becoming friends with them. At times she didn't feel like a third wheel, just a group of friends. Chrissy and Eddie weren't very affectionate in front of her, which she was grateful for.

She knew her love for them was helpless and that she'd never be with either of them. But no matter what she did, the feelings never disappeared. She couldn't stop herself from crushing on them, but she wished she could because it hurt like hell.

~~~

Y/N believed she could move on if she was positive they didn't feel the same, but at times it felt like they liked her more than a friend too.

Y/N was cuddled under Eddie's arm as the movie played, Chrissy sprawled out on the couch with her head on Eddie's lap. Y/N tried not to look as Eddie's hand rested on Chrissy's stomach. She couldn't help but feel jealous.

"Any update on if you got your mark?" Eddie spoke quietly to not wake Chrissy. His chin rested on her head and Y/N loved the feeling of it.

"Nope," Y/N sighed, "starting to think I'll be forever alone" She tried to laugh it off but she feared it would become reality.

"No, you won't. I'd never let that happen," he pressed a kiss to her head and she could feel her skin burn.

"I fear it's out of your control, Eds," she whispered, turning her head so she could look up at him. Her heart sped up as she took in his soft eyes and perfect face. The room was dark except for the TV light, she swore he looked down at her lips but maybe she was seeing things.

"I wish it wasn't, sometimes I wish we could be with whoever we wanted," he whispered back. She saw it again, the slow look down to her lips before he looked back into her eyes.

She was afraid to blink, scared she'd knock him out of the trance he was in. She held her breath when he slowly began to lean in. It was wrong, she knew that. His girlfriend, her best friend, was right under them but she wanted to lean in, so she did. Their lips were inches away from connecting, and neither of them was pulling away. Just as Y/N felt the softness of Eddie's lips, Chrissy moved. Snapping them both back into reality and jumping apart. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to focus back on the film, trying to act like she didn't just feel Eddie's lips on hers.

Eddie coughed and looked back at the TV. Y/N could feel his glances towards her but she was too chicken to look at him. Chrissy groaned as she slowly began to wake up, the guilt eating Y/N alive.

They never did talk about that moment, both acting like it never happened. Even when they found themselves in that same moment over and over.

~~~

"How about this one?" Chrissy asked as she came out of the bathroom twirling in her short dress.

Chrissy was waiting for Eddie to pick her up for their date, trying on different dresses and wanting her best friend's help.

Y/N tried to cover the fact she was drooling at the mouth as Chrissy showed her the red dress.

"I think that's it!" Y/N said excitedly, she wished more than anything Chrissy was dressing up for her.

"Perfect, can you zip me up?" Chrissy asked, turning around. Y/N walked over and grabbed the zipper at the bottom of the dress. Chrissy shivered as goosebumps filled her skin and Y/N's soft fingers touched her.

Y/N slowly zipped up the dress, watching Chrissy's skin become covered. She was so close she could hear Chrissy's breathing picking up. The moment was far too intimate for two friends. Once it was zipped, neither moved. Y/N looked at Chrissy through the mirror in front of them and Chrissy stared back. Both girls felt the tension as the room got hotter.

"You look beautiful," Y/N complimented. Her soft whisper made Chrissy's heart race.

"Thank you," Chrissy whispered back, still staring at each other in the mirror.

Chrissy's phone rang and the sound made them jump apart. Y/N stepped back as Chrissy picked up the phone.

"Eddie, hey! Yeah I'm ready," Chrissy said, something sad in her eyes as she looked towards Y/N. Y/N gave her a small smile and began to pack up her things to go home.

Y/N and Chrissy weren't sure what that moment meant, but they knew it wasn't nothing.

~~~

It was getting harder for Y/N to ignore the secret moments she's been having with the couple. It was making her fall even more into them.

Y/N was walking down the hall when she heard people whispering. Which wasn't anything new in highschool, but the sound of Chrissy and Eddie's name got her attention.

"It's true! I saw it on Chrissy's shoulder when we changed for gym. She has a new mark right next to her other one. It's a completely different one. I don't know how but it seems she has two soulmates."

Y/N found that very strange, keeping the information in her head to ask Chrissy about it. As she continued to walk, she heard someone saying the same thing about Eddie.

She couldn't help but feel her stomach sink at the idea of them having another soulmate. She couldn't even get one but they got two? The shit wasn't fair.

The gossip got around most of the school, and it was confirmed that the couple had the same new mark, which meant someone else was connected to them.

Y/N wasn't sure she wanted to know who the other one was. She felt like she needed a breather so she went into the bathroom. She felt as if her body was overheating so she stripped off her sweater. She didn't notice it at first, but then she saw it. A mark on her shoulder. She couldn't contain her excitement. She grabbed her jacket and raced out of the bathroom.

She had no idea where the couple was but she was excited to share the news. She practically skipped down the hallway as she looked for their lockers.

She smiled as she saw them at Chrissy's locker. They looked to be in a deep conversation, Chrissy had tears running down her face. Y/N remained unnoticed as she got closer.

"I don't want anyone else. How can we have a new soulmate? I don't want to share you with anyone," Chrissy cried. Y/N frowned but understood where she was coming from. It was a big change to accept.

Eddie held her face and comforted his girlfriend.

"You won't have to share me. I promise that no one will come in between us. I love you and I'll only love you. I don't care about this stupid new mark, and I don't care who else has it. No one is going to change my mind about us."

"So even if we find out who it is, you won't let them change us?" Chrissy asked, her tears drying as her boyfriend's comforting words settled her fears.

"Exactly. It doesn't matter who it is because I know I'll never love anyone like I love you. You are my one and only soulmate. As far as I am concerned, I only have one soulmate mark that means something to me."

Y/N could feel her heart snapping in half. She quickly sped off before she sobbed. She felt stupid for thinking for one second that either of them held feelings for her. She felt played by Eddie, all those times they kissed meant nothing to him. He didn't care about her, he liked the attention.

She swore Chrissy felt something for her, the tension they had was recognizable. There was something between them but if Chrissy wanted to ignore it, then Y/N would too.

~~~

It sucked that Y/N finally got a soulmate and they wanted nothing to do with her. They were her only chance at love.

She made sure to hide her mark with makeup and clothes, not wanting anyone to find out she was the additional soulmate.

She tried her best to act like nothing was wrong whenever she was with them. But it was hard when her heart was breaking.

"Alright, hit play," Chrissy said as she handed out bowls of popcorn. Eddie hit play. They got in their usual positions but Y/N stayed on the other side of the couch.

Eddie glanced in her direction, but she refused to look back. Halfway through the movie, Chrissy is passed out in Eddie's lap. This usually was the time when Eddie and Y/N got too close.

Eddie wasn't sure why Y/N was giving him the cold shoulder, but he knew that it made his stomach hurt.

"Any updates?" he asked, this time she turned to look at him.

"Nope," she lied, tugging her clothes up higher on her shoulder. "But I hear you two do."

Eddie frowned at her snappy tone. "Yeah, it's been a little difficult for us, but we are making it work."

"Don't you think it's a little unfair to your other soulmate?" Y/N asked, her eyes turned to focus on the TV.

Eddie scrunched his eyebrows, "I think it's unfair to our relationship. Now we have to deal with the burden of belonging with someone else."

Y/N nodded and bit down on her tongue, keeping her tears back. She was a burden to their relationship. "Well, hopefully, they won't come find you." Her voice shook and Eddie gave her a worried glance.

"Yeah I hope," he sighed, looking down at Chrissy's sleeping face.

~

"It's hard but I feel reassured that Eddie doesn't want to have another soulmate," Chrissy explained as she painted Y/N's toes.

"Must feel nice knowing he loves you so much," Y/N said. It pained her to admit. She felt miserable whenever she saw them. She felt heartbroken and jealous. She couldn't escape her feelings and it seemed they tore her apart whenever she was with them.

"It is, and I love him so much that I don't think I could love anyone else," Chrissy admitted

Y/N wanted to scream "What about us?" What about their secret touches, eyes lingering too long, and the way they made each other's hearts race. None of that was love?

~~~

Y/N decided she needed to put herself first and create distance. Chrissy and Eddie were so tied up in each other that she didn't think they'd care.

"Is she coming?" Eddie asked, his feet on the coffee table as Chrissy walked over.

"She said no," Chrissy frowned, and she landed herself on Eddie's lap. A feeling of sadness in her stomach.

"That's okay, we can have date night," Eddie smiled. But on the inside, he was bothered about her not coming.

~~~

A week passed, and Eddie and Chrissy began to feel as if Y/N was pulling away from them. They didn't want to make a fuss over anything but once a week turned into two, they got worried.

Most of their calls were unanswered, and when she did answer it was a quick minute call. She stopped hanging with them and passed by them in school. It was like she became a stranger.

Chrissy offered to talk to her first, figuring a girl-to-girl talk would be successful. She pulled up to her house, refusing to leave until Y/N let her in so they could talk.

"Are you okay? Eddie and I miss you," Chrissy asked. She stood against Y/N's desk.

"I'm good. I just needed some time to myself," Y/N explained.

"Why though? We are always together, did something happen?"

"No, I needed a break and a second to think stuff over,"

"Why would you need a break from us?"

"Because you play with my head!" Y/N argued, standing across from Chrissy with an irritated look. "You can lie to yourself and to Eddie, but you can't lie to me."

"What the hell am I lying about?" Chrissy fought back, she felt defensive as Y/N backed her into a corner.

"You say we are just friends and Eddie is the only one. But why is it that when we are alone, he doesn't seem to be in your head?"

"What are you hinting at?" Chrissy asked with a glare, she did not appreciate Y/N's new hostile personality.

"You have feelings for me, and you know I have them for you too."

Chrissy felt as if something was crushing on her chest, she struggled to breathe. She never admitted it to herself, and she wasn't sure she was ready now.

"Y/N, I can't have feelings for you," Chrissy nervously laughed, "I'm with Eddie and he's my soulmate."

"You plan to ignore your other soulmate so I know you don't care about the true soulmate bullshit so be honest about us for once!" Y/N fought, she was starting to feel angry.

"I am! We are friends and that is all I plan for us to be," Chrissy stated, her breathing fast as she pushed back tears.

"Then start acting like a friend when your boyfriend isn't around. You can leave now," Y/N spat. If Chrissy wanted to act like friends is all they were, then so be it. Y/N was done being toyed along with.

Chrissy wanted to say more but knew it wouldn't help. She sighed and walked out. Once she made it to her car, she cried.

She wanted to admit it, but she was too scared. She was supposed to only love Eddie but now her best friend wanted more and there was another soulmate out there. Chrissy couldn't keep up with her heart.

~~~

After the disaster of conversation with Chrissy, Eddie decided to give it a shot. Chrissy didn't give Eddie any details, just said Y/N needed time alone.

"Hey, I wanted to check up on you, maybe talk?" Eddie stated as Y/N opened the door. She sighed but let him through.

"Chrissy tell you anything?" She asked

"No," Eddie said. She figured as much. Chrissy wouldn't dare sabotage her relationship with Eddie. Y/N nodded and sat down on the couch. Eddie sat beside her.

"What's going on? Why do you want so much space?" he asked

"Eddie, how long did you plan to kiss me in secret and declare Chrissy is the only one you are in love with?"

Eddie gulped at the heavy question. He wanted to be naive and believe this conversation would never have happened.

"I don't think we should talk about this," Eddie confessed. Y/N stood up as she glared at him.

"No, we are! I am tired of our secret moments and then you ignoring them. If you like me, love me, then tell me. Stop stringing me along." Y/N fought

"Chrissy is my soulmate," Eddie argued

"I don't give a shit!" Y/N spat, "I am sick of that being your excuse. She was your soulmate every time we kissed, right? So why is she being your soulmate only matter when it's time to face your actions. I mean come on, Eddie, did you think I'd never get tired of it? Did you ever think about how I feel about you? The torture you are putting me through?"

"You're right, I'm sorry. I never took the time to think about how painful it would end up for you." Eddie sighed, "I was selfish. I love Chrissy, I truly do. But I have a connection to you, something pulls me and I've tried to ignore it for so long." He stood up and walked over to her. "I've been going crazy too. Loving the two of you and the pain of knowing I can only belong with one of you."

Y/N gulped as his hand cupped her cheek. She watched as he leaned in, his eyes closing as his lips softly touched hers. She moved her hands to his hair as she kissed him back.

The kiss was different than all the others. Far more desperate and needy. He clung to her body like she'd vanish.

Their moment was cut short when Chrissy walked in, shock all over her face as she took in the sight of them pulling apart.

"Chrissy," Eddie said in an apologetic tone

"You confess you have feelings for me and now you're kissing my boyfriend?" Chrissy asked, her voice sad rather than mad.

"Wait you have feelings for Chrissy?" Eddie asked

The couple looked at Y/N confused as the girl stuttered with tears in her eyes.

"It's true. I'm in love with both of you. I have been for a long time but I knew it would never become anything. I fought to ignore it, but then," her eyes locked on Eddie's, "we kissed, and then we kissed again. It fed into the possibility of us and for once my heart didn't hurt."

"You kissed her?" Chrissy asked, sadness in her voice as she looked towards Eddie. She felt betrayed but also knew she was guilty of feelings.

"And Chrissy," Y/N called back her attention, "we might have never kissed, but there were moments where it could have happened. I can't force you to feel something, but I can't keep my feelings a secret for your sake. I've been honest about my feelings and I think it's time you do the same."

"I kissed her because I'm in love with her," Eddie admitted, he looked to Chrissy, "I love you, and I don't want to lose you, but I can't lose her either. I'm equally in love with both of you and I don't know what to do." He sat down on the couch with a heavy sigh.

Chrissy sat next to him and held his hand. "it's okay, Eddie. And I'm not mad at either of you," her eyes looked to Y/N. "Pushing my feelings away for Y/N seemed like the best option, but I was wrong. It caused a lot of pain and I'm sorry. Y/N, I have feelings for you and I didn't know what to do. I don't understand why I have this pull towards you."

"I think I know why," Y/N said, the couple looked at her. She removed her shirt, Eddie and Chrissy taking the time to sneak a look at her body. But then their eyes looked up and noticed a mark on her shoulder.

"Is that?" Chrissy asked as she stood up, dropping Eddie's hand. She reached out and traced the mark, it was the same as hers.

"Why did you not say anything?" Eddie asked as he stood up to see it for himself.

"I was going to, but I overheard you guys talking. And Eddie said he would never love anyone else and that he didn't care who had the other mark. I was devastated." Y/N confessed.

"I meant it, but knowing that it's you that we could be with, I would have never said that. If I knew it was you the whole time, I would have embraced you in a second." Eddie explained.

"Same here. I was terrified but if I knew it was you, I wouldn't have been scared or threatened. I'm so fucking happy to know it's you." Chrissy smiled.

"So, are we going to do this? Be soulmates? All of us," Y/N asked.

Chrissy swallowed her nerves and leaned in. Her lips smashing on Y/N's. Y/N gasped but gladly kissed her back. She never thought she'd see the day she kissed Chrissy. Chrissy pulled away and Eddie drew Y/N into a kiss of his own.

Y/N felt like she was dreaming as she kissed him back. He pulled away and smiled at her.

"We are going to do this."

~~~

"Play the movie!" Eddie groaned, Chrissy and Y/N pulled away from their heated kiss, giggling at Eddie's annoyed face.

"Sorry, starting it now," Chrissy said as she pressed play. She settled herself across Eddie's lap and Y/N tucked herself under his arm. Y/N played with Chrissy's hair as the movie started, Eddie leaned down and nudged Y/N with his nose. She laughed and looked at him, giving him access to press his lips against hers.

~

"Can you believe Y/N is the one with the mark?"

Y/N ignored the whispers as she walked down the hallways, hand in hand with Chrissy and Eddie. She knew she'd be the talk of the school as she joined the couple that was always the talk of the school.

She didn't mind, she loved being with her partners.

~

Eddie and Y/N cheered as Chrissy did her cheerleading routine. Both stared at her in awe as she flipped around the football field. Eddie had his arm wrapped around Y/N, shielding her away from the cold.

"Where should we take her for dinner?" Eddie asked as the crowd cheered as the football players came out.

"With how she looks tonight, I think she should be our dinner," Y/N whispered into Eddie's ear, placing her hand on his inner thigh.

Eddie let out a soft moan, "I agree, gorgeous."

~

Chrissy and Y/N were soaked in sweat as they danced with each other. Chrissy's body pressed against Y/N's as they dry-humped each other on the dance floor.

"Which one is yours?" A sleazy guy yelled in Eddie's ear as he rested against the bar watching his girls.

"Both of them," Eddie said with a smirk as he tossed his whiskey back.

"Yeah, right dude," the guy laughed, but Eddie gave him a small nod and set the glass on the bar. He walked smugly over to the dance floor, both girls cheering as they noticed him. Eddie was happy to take the attention as Chrissy stood behind him and Y/N stood in front of him. Their hands were all over his body as his lips kissed Y/N. He moaned into her mouth as Chrissy's lips attacked his neck.

~

"Eddie can you hurry up, we are freezing!" Chrissy whined, she sat between Y/N's legs as they were wrapped in a blanket.

"If I had help it would go faster!" Eddie argued, groaning as he carried a pile of wood and dropped it into the small firepit. After a few tries, the fire came to life and the girls cheered.

Eddie joined them as he settled between Chrissy's legs, all watching the fire glow underneath the night stars.

[ilovefoodandslasherswithmasks]

So I'm thinking of making fan fictions, I didn't get the books of certain characters just not to make canon accurate writing!!!

So I'm taking request now 👀🫦👀

Masterlist

Who I'm writing for:

Eddie Munson,

Billy Hargrove,

Robin Buckley,

Steve Harrington,

Chrissy Cunningham

(I think that's all the Stranger Things I wanna write, but you can always ask for others I'm up to all☝️🙂‍↕️)

Oh oh what else

A lot of slasher and the actors characters such as:

Billy Loomis (Scream 1)

Stu Macher (Scream 1)

Joey (Abigail)

Sam Charpenter (Scream 5/6)

Ethan Landry (Scream 5/6)

Mindy Meeks-Martin (Scream 5/6)

Tara Charpenter (Scream 5/6)

Cairo Sweet (Millers Girl)

Wednesday Addams (obviously duh)

Vada Cavell (the fallout)

Micheal Myers (Halloween)

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE (THE BOY, ID GO INSANE FOR THIS MAN FR, rooaf RRRAF wait he don't like dogs)

Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Tiffany Ray (Chucky)

Charles Lee Ray (known as Chucky btw)

More Characters are coming cause I can't remember all the ones I want to write about.

(Ask me about a character you really wanna read about, I might actually watch the movie/series etc or smth to get an idea! I'm open to completely new characters so don't worry about asking for a twilight character or smth)

[eddiesvixen]

sounds like a very specific munson

[chaptersleftunwritten]

Down on all fours

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Blurb: After you unwillingly come clean about your undying love for Eddie Munson, your life is swept into a whirlwind of deceit, lust, confusion and regret… and glitter that Eddie can’t seem to shake from his pockets.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington x Chrissy Cunningham

Warnings: 18+, slight angst (?), alcohol consumption, reader referred to as girl, cheating/unfaithfulness, drugs mentioned (weed), mentions of blood, depictions of violence, cursing, bodily insecurity, implied sexual themes. Character are 20+ and in a college setting!

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divider by @cafekitsune

The movie theatre would never be the same anymore— not to you. Not since that day. A place once associated with joy and child like wonder, where you watched your beloved characters come to life on the big screen and where you could laugh openly, unattractively and purely with your friends.

Tainted. Forever changed.

But not forgotten. Never forgotten.

The memories have been eating you alive, feasting on your insecurity and your shame. Despite the look of fearful regret on Eddie’s face, you still thought about him.

Day and night— morning and noon. Before you slept and before you awoke each morning. He even infiltrated your dreams. Dreams are meant to be sacred, private affairs and yet, Eddie Munson still ruled them like the King of all of your desires. His ring clad fingers were still clutching onto your heart— squeezing and loosening his grip around the vital organ as he saw fit. He had the upper hand; the control.

He always did. He always has.

You couldn’t bring yourself to face them— any of them. Not Steve, not Robin, not Chrissy and especially not Eddie. It was peculiar, the addictive need to see Eddie no matter the cost— no matter the humiliation. It out weighed every sane thought you had.

You would steal glances at him from across a room, hiding in plain sight. Desperate for the shadows to claim you as their own; for the walls to hug you back. You felt other worldly, as if your soul was floating outside of your body and you had no rational feeling. No say. No voice.

Confessions should be freeing; but you have never felt so trapped. Chained. Soul tied.

Love conquers all, but love also might just conquer you.

-

It’s mid-week, and although college parties always attract unwanted attention you could never have prepared to see this many people crashing your family home. Precious photos were knocked over, the smashed glass from the frames line the top of shelves and cabinets- glittering them in a forbidden pixie dust.

Your bedroom has been occupied by a couple you didn’t recognise and if it weren’t for the pleasant buzz of alcohol coursing through your blood you most certainly would have screamed at them to leave. The sicker parts of you were envious of their engagement. Their human closeness and connection.

Why couldn’t you have that? Didn’t you deserve that?

So instead of blowing your top, you roll your eyes and scoff before slamming the familiar door obnoxiously loud and coke to nest at the bottom of the staircase; the wood is hard and cold against your bare thighs which causes you to pay some uncomfortable attention to your outfit. Sparkly, twinkly and stupid.

Your heart sinks to the abysmal pit at the bottom of your stomach at the realisation that nobody here really knows what this party is for. Who it is for.

Your birthday streamers that once decorated the walls proudly have become unpinned from the concrete, cascading down the wall in a massive spiral and hiding the message written on the plastic.

Happy birthday!

Not a single person had uttered those words to you the whole night. Even on a day where you were meant- born to be celebrated, you have been forgotten. A bystander in your own life. An observer in a theatrical play written for you. About you.

And the humour of it all?

You were used to it now.

Nothing could break your heart; because it was already in pieces.

Shreds. Splinters. Fragments. Puzzle pieces never to be solved or mended again. A heart shaped hole stamped into your chest where someone once lived.

Cobwebs inhabit the vacant crevasse, dust gathering on the sensitive walls. The sensitive walls that have hardened into a volcanic crust.

The only thing left behind in your impenetrable fortress? A single crumpled envelope with Eddie’s name written on it in cursive. The ‘i’ in his name punctuated with a loveheart.

He was the only tenant you wanted living there. And in reality, he should have been evicted a long time ago.

But nobody said love was easy. Nobody warned you that it would be this hard, though, either.

Was love supposed to make you this low? Was it supposed to make you find your bearings at the bottom of a red fizzing cup? The carbonated bubbles in your drink seemed to be your only friend tonight.

Would it really be your birthday if you didn’t cry at least once? Or twice… or thrice.

“Hey! Does anyone have any weed?” Your quiet attempt at a yell comes out of your mouth in the form of a drunken hiccup and you are debating the possibility that you may have stood up too fast, “Anyone? No?” Frustrated you pinch the bridge of your nose as you sigh loudly into your hand, your ears met by silence from your peers.

“I might.” You can hear a comedic tweak in his voice and you swear you can feel part of you die on the inside.

“Steve,” You say through clenched teeth, forcing a smile, “I didn’t know you smoked?” You also weren’t aware that he would be here— but you can’t deny the attention that this party is demanding from the neighbourhood. You are partly surprised that the police haven’t been called yet, but your neighbours aren’t known to be snitches.

“I don’t usually,” he shrugs dismissively, “I didn’t know you were throwing a party? Thankfully word travels fast in this town, huh?” His elbow gently nudges into your arm playfully, “There’s no better time for me to give you this.” He hands you a small box that has been wrapped all too perfectly in a sage green wrapping paper; brought together with a pretty black tulle bow. For a moment you are totally stunned, eyes inflated as you gawk down at the gift in your slightly shaky hands.

“You…” you search for the words, lost in his kindness and when you finally gather enough courage to meet his sweet brown eyes you nearly drown in their depths, “You got me a gift?”

He flashes you one of his signature Steve smiles and your drunk brain can’t seem to comprehend if this is a joke of not.

“Of course I did? You’re one of my best friends!” His voice is a happy chime as he ruffles his fingers through his chestnut gelled hair, offering the stiff strands some movement. You notice his pupils flicking between your face and the present in your hands, one of his eyebrows raise with subtle confusion, “Aren’t you going to open it?”

“Yeah- yes! Yes, of course!” You set your empty cup down on a nearby table before your nimble fingers come to wrestle with the sticky tape, painted fingernails clawing like an animal to get to the goods inside. There is a nervousness that comes with the unwrapping of the gift and you don’t quite understand why. The moment feels significant… special. You finally feel somewhat special tonight.

Eagerly, Steve keeps his warm amber eyes trained on you. A soft, dreamy smile itching at his lips as he awaits your approval. You and Steve had been friends for such a long time, you even opened your college acceptance letters together in his family dining room with his parents. He had always been there for you, through everything. One of your best friends— possibly your only friend.

“I haven’t seen you around in a while— how have you been?” His voice is laced with genuine concern but all you can do is ogle at what is displayed in front of you. A shiny silver necklace that had been personalised to have your name dangling from the chain with small colourful charms decorating the metal plating sit inside of the small box that Steve had handed to you. It was beautiful. It was you. And not to mention… it perfectly matched your outfit.

“Shut up!” You gasp, picking up the chain from the safety of its box and dangling it in front of Steve’s face, the neon stream of lights from the party reflect off of its pristine surface, “Steve!! What the Hell? This is stunning!” You become a fit of excited girlish giggles and Steve shakes his head at your outburst, finding it adorable.

“You like it?” He is booming to be heard over the increasingly loud music and you squeal, fumbling with the latch on the chain.

“Like it? I love it! Thank you so much!” You reach around your neck, fighting to clip the necklace and Steve offers you a helping hand accompanied by an amused chucklez, “It’s perfect, Steve, truly! I love it, I love it!” You brush your hair over your shoulder, allowing Steve to access the chain and clasp it securely.

“There! Pretty as a picture.” He winks at you and you toy with your name displayed across your chest; an honest smile gracing your lips.

“Happy birthday.” His large palm rubs the flesh of your shoulder and you nod at him in acknowledgement. There is an after glow that lingers after Steve’s touch disappears and you are not even aware of where he wanders off to but when you realise that you are stood alone… you feel that all too familiar feeling start to creep it’s way back into your chest. An icy chill. A storm brewing.

“Steve?” You call out to him, however your voice is wasted with how small it was and goes totally unnoticed. Your eyes drink in the sea of dancing, sweating bodies around you. The number of people in your home is multiplying— like a deathly virus.

The perky smile falls from your cheeks and only then do you remember why you were even talking to Steve in the first place— you wanted some weed. You needed some.

Or did you?

You wanted to escape life. To feel free from the bounds of Eddie Munson, free from the shackles of your mind. This is the only way you knew how… sleep wasn’t an option— he could reach you there.

Even the darkest corners of your mind, where even the ghosts refused to venture, were haunted by Eddie— there was no fleeing from him. You were his.

But he was Chrissy’s.

-

You find yourself outside, sitting in the cool night air by the side of your house. Your face is flushed from the alcohol and your skin feels as though it is prickling with heat; fiery.

Your mini skirt hugs your hips and thighs and you fist the fabric, suddenly uncomfortable with the way your body looks in the garment. The way the flesh of your thighs squish the ground beneath you has you stifling a scream and you wrap your arms tightly around your torso to shield the rest of your body from the world.

Your eyes flicker and blaze with the mirrored light from the street lamps, the orange hues meeting the chunky glitter that dominates your eyelids. The heavy makeup was starting to irritate your eyes, but you would do anything to seem half presentable. Anything to feel and look your best.

A choked laugh emits past your lips; it was ludicrous. How you had been exiled from your own birthday party. Left to the wolves of the wild. You didn’t mind too much— it meant you could finally take off this weighty mask you had been hiding behind all night. No more untruthful smiles, no more biting back teary eyes.

You could finally feel. And breathe.

However, your reign of peace and solitude doesn’t last long as your ears perk involuntarily at an all too recognisable thundering chuckle. This whole time, you had been preparing for him to show face and yet you have never felt so startled. A deer in headlights.

The chains around your wrists tighten as you stiffen, unable to move. Unable to respond or breathe or think.

Eddie had arrived.

“Woooah! Lookie’ here! If it isn’t the birthday girl,” Even in the dim light of the garden you can see his Cheshire smile examining you, “What you doing out here all alone, Sweetheart?”

Your breath remains lodged tightly in your throat, wound up like a coiled spring and you are unable to speak. It’s almost as if you are paralysed— has he hit you with a tranquillising dart? Or was that just his cologne that had you so wrapped up in everything that he is.

He called you sweetheart…

He called you sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

His sweetheart?

“Hello? Are you okay?” His hand waves in front of your face, causing you to blink and flinch momentarily at the sudden action, “Aren’t you cold out here?”

“No…” a whisper is all you could manage. It’s all you could afford to give him.

There wasn’t much of you left to give. Soon you would be this vacant polished shell of a human being— beautiful on the outside and hopeless on the inside.

“Okay, well… Happy birthday.” He nods at you enthusiastically, his voice like a siren song lulling you to your demise. He shoves his hands into his ripped jeans pockets, letting out an exaggerated shiver before he says, “Hey, have you seen Chrissy? She came here an hour ago and I haven’t really heard from her.” He tries to disguise the worry in his voice, but you can read him like a book. The way his hands are twitching from his pockets to rub anxiously at his neck, or how he bounces on the balls of his feet— the adrenaline causing him to be restless.

You wish Eddie could do the same with you. You wish he could see past this makeup and this charade. You wish he could recognise just how much that simple sentence had ruined your evening.

Of course he was here looking for Chrissy, why else would he have showed up? For you? Please. The thought alone was laughable.

“I didn’t even know she was here.” Your chin tilts to your shoulder where you can eye the large window looking on into your kitchen. The lights are out but there are neon fairy lights twinkling and illuminating the darkness. It’s almost as if you are looking through a kaleidoscope.

It had taken you hours to hang all of those lights, only to watch other people enjoy their warmth instead.

“You should come back inside, you don’t seem like you’re having a lot of fun out here in the dark.” Eddie takes a leisurely seat next to you and out of instinct you shuffle a few inches away from him, trying to create as much distance as possible, “Are you wasted? You’re being eerily quiet.”

“It’s a party, Eddie.” You sigh, answering him without leaving a single beat, an abrupt newfound confidence helps you to untangle your voice, “People get drunk at parties— I just wish I had some weed.”

It was ironic, wishing for weed as you talk to a weed dealer.

“Is that really your birthday wish? To have weed?” His shoulders bounce lightly as he laughs, his hands coming to find his coat pocket. You shrug in response to his question, tipping your head back and swallowing the last of what was left swirling around in the bottom of your cup.

The truth was, you hadn’t even lit your birthday candles yet. There hadn’t been a right time and you didn’t want to be that person. But if you had sparked those candles… you would have wished for him.

Not for weed. Not for money. Not for beauty or brains.

You would have wished for Eddie Munson.

“Here.” He is careful to take your hand into his, gently prying your fingers open and dropping a bud of weed into your palm before he is securing your fingers back over it, “It isn’t much, I know that but… if I could make your birthday wish a reality then I suppose that’s pretty alright, huh?” He holds your wrist loosely in his grip and your fuzzy brain can’t compute if you are dreaming or not.

You had expected fireworks from his touch— a massive explosion of technicolour and bright blinding lights.

But what you got was far more sensual than that. An electric shockwave travelled along your skin from your arm to your back, zapping down every vertebrae in your spine and coating your body in a blanket of goosebumps. Every single one of your hairs stood on end and this might have been the most alert you have felt all day. You felt awake. Resurrected. Alive.

“Are you sure?” You gulp, mouth suddenly dry, “I can pay you…” You start to frantically search your person for any sign of loose cash— your bra, did your skirt have pockets this morning? No. Where the Hell is your purse?

“No- no! This is a gift, from me to you! It’s your birthday for crying out loud!” Eddie is holding both of your wrists now, his attempt to still your nervous jittery movements, “Just enjoy it, okay? Just… just smile.” His deep pleading voice is painful as it enters your ears.

Just smile.

Smile? Weren’t you smiling?

“Thank you…” up until this point you hadn’t fully perceived just how close of a proximity you and Eddie were nestled at. His slight body leaning in closer to yours, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin. He was within kissing distance and all you could do now was stare at his dimpled smile. The sight alone was enough to cause your own lips to tweak up at the corners.

“Do you know how to roll a joint?” Eddie could evidently sense the growing tension and he pulls away from you, not in a moment of disgust and terror— but out of respect. Attraction was clear but Eddie was like a loyal dog to Chrissy. There’s no way he would betray her.

“Oh- uhm… no, no I don’t.” You laugh slightly as you look down at the drugs held captive in your hand. Your skin being tinged with the ponging smell.

“Luckily for you, I’m a bit of a master at it.”

“Eddie?” A whimper. A whisper. Weak. Sorrow filled.

“Yeah?” His heavenly eyes had you questioning why thieves ever bothered to steal art— when you were looking at a masterpiece.

A pause. Nothingness. Expectation. Shadows.

“Why do you hate me?” The question is shuddered out through constricted teeth and you find an ungodly comfort in that familiar ache inside of your sternum, “You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me, Eddie.”

“I don’t hate you-“

“But you don’t love me. You don’t… like me.” You push your feet into the soft earth, coming to stand shakily in front of Eddie’s seated frame, “Every time I look at you, I can't help but hope you feel the same butterflies in your stomach when you look back at me.” Your eyes settle on the empty street, the only noise circulating the neighbourhood was coming from inside your house. Thumping bass beating in harmony with your heart, “But deep down, I know all you feel is pity."

“That isn’t true and you’re being cruel.” Eddie launches to his feet, darting to stand in front of you, “Where is this coming from? If I have hurt you, I assure you that it was never my intention— I could never hurt you purposely.”

“You didn’t have to purposely hurt me, Ed’s. All I had to do was sit back and watch you love someone else. Someone better than me… that was enough to break my spirit.”

A disruption shakes the interior of your house, a commotion surfacing and you can hear the cheers and whistles from your peers. Eddie clocks it as well, and you can see a panic distort his puppy like features.

“Please can we talk about this tomorrow, when you’re sober and… and we can both just figure this out? Please?” His hands find your shoulders, holding you steady as his chocolate orbs bear into yours. His attention is on you, but you can tell that his feet are ready to sprint indoors.

Quietly, you nod. Anything to please him. Anything to make him happy. Plus— you were also intrigued as to what was happening behind in you. Whatever it was, it had stirred up a whirlwind.

Eddie is quick to leave your side, like a whippet released onto a race track, taking the porch steps two at a time and you are hot on his heels. You are clumsy in your kitten heeled shoes, but you are right behind him.

‘I’ll follow thee and make a Heaven of a Hell.

To die upon the hand I love so well.’

William Shakespeare, Helena

-

“What’s going on?” You stagger into the shoulder of a Frat member, whispering an inaudible apology as he turns to glare down at you. Though, after he takes in your appearance his solid and annoyed expression softens into amusement and what you can only assume as blind lust.

“Harrington and Cunningham got caught banging in the bathroom— can’t believe you missed it! It was fucking priceless.” He drapes his heavy muscular arm over your shoulders and your knees nearly buckle beneath you at his weight pressing down on you.

“What?” You peek up at him through your eyelashes, clearly dazed. You have to make sure— you have to hear him say it again.

“Cunningham? Chrissy?” He is laughing rudely into your face and your nose scrunches distastefully at the stench of beer on his breath, “And Steve Harrington! They were fucking! He had her bent over the bathroom sink, man! His hands full of her hair— pretty sure the mirror is gonna be covered in lipstick!” Finally he unhooks his arm from around your neck and you feel like you may just float up to the ceiling.

You push away from him, using his massive hulking body to propel you further into the mob, your eyes desperate to find Eddie in the crowd. And when you do… it’s ugly.

Anguish, rage, indecision and fear blaze in Eddie’s tear glossed eyes. The gears inside of his head were working like clockwork and you knew where this was about to go as he stares murderously at Steve. Jaw wired tightly shut, nostrils flaring into bullet sized holes and fists so punishingly rigid that you can see the bones of his knuckles straining against his skin; turning his skin to a snow like shade of white.

Steve descends from the top of the staircase alone. His hair is tossed into a messy heap upon his sweat soaked head and you can read from his slumped and lazy stance alone that Steve is totally gone. His hands grasp the bannister, clinging onto the wood for dear life in hopes that he won’t fall down the steep steps.

“Eddie- no, don’t do it!” You try to move toward him as quickly as your boozy brain would allow, but it’s too late. Eddie is flying toward Steve like a bat out of Purgatory.

Time appears to speed up as you watch the violence unfold in front of you alongside the rest of chanting crowd. Eddie has smashed Steve against the wall by the collar of his shirt and you swear you hear some sort of cracking noise come from concrete from the connection of Steve’s back hurling into the plasterboard.

“Fuck! Guys, stop it!” Not only are you terrified of Steve getting beat to a pulp— but your parents would kick you out of the house if things got tarnished beyond repair. And that includes the paint work.

A brutish punch thrown by Eddie bursts Steve’s cheek open and you squeal in horror at the stream of pure gore that spurts from the gnarly wound, “Jesus Christ, Eddie!!” Marching up the staircase you wedge yourself between the two men and Eddie’s movements still. He allowed himself one punch. One good punch, as a warning and also as a courtesy. He didn’t want to frighten you and he also didn’t want to take advantage of Steve’s inebriated state.

One punch is all he needed to satisfy the sickening anger bubbling within him.

And then he fled— like a killer at a crime scene.

“Eddie! Wait- fuck!!” You curse, your hands finding your hair as you tug on the roots of the delicate strands. You are beyond stressed. All you can do is watch as Eddie weaves his way through the mosh pit of bodies who had all quickly gone back to dancing— like nothing had happened.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Steve blubbers next to you and you turn to him, your eyes widened with shock and distress but it doesn’t take long for your glare to become vexing.

“What did you do, Harrington?! If you weren’t already bleeding right now I would slap you in your goddamn face!” Your grip on him is scolding and hurried as you manage to help him down to rest on one of the wooden steps, your eyes unable to waver from the crimson leaking gash on his face.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” His face rests in his hands as he breathes deeply, in through his nose and out through his mouth. And just as you prepare to give him a bollocking of a life time, Chrissy emerges from sanctuary of the top floor, desperately trying to rescuer her bra straps back onto your shoulders. Her clothes are twisted sloppily around her body and she, too, is undoubtedly, totally, 110% fucking hammered.

Both your and the blondes eyes meet and your lips pinch downwards into a frown. Your head shakes disapprovingly and your mind is clouded with nervy thoughts for Eddie’s wellbeing and all you can conjure up to say to the dishevelled woman is;

“How the fuck did this happened?”

-

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[sweeter-innocence-fics]

I’d Burn the City Down (To Show You the Light) - Chapter Four

Pairings: Chrissy Cunningham x Reader, side Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Work Summary:

All you wanted to do for your senior year of high school was keep your head down and scrape by, but a certain blonde in a very short skirt gets in your way.

Chrissy Cunningham x ‘badgirl’!reader

Chapter Summary: In spite of yourself, you find yourself opening up to Chrissy.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4…

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4708

Read on AO3.

Masterlists.

Taglist: @skittledemon66 @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye

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Notes:

sorry it's been a billion years

big warnings in this chapter for abusive parents (both Chrissy's and reader's), jason carver being a dick, eating disorders, drugs and underage drinking

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Chrissy’s eyes darted around, as if looking for an exit. She almost seemed like a wild animal, seconds from bolting.

“Are you okay?” you asked, and her eyes fixed on you suddenly, with an intensity that made your heart lurch. She looked frightened.

“These are yours,” she said, shoving the bowl of fries towards you. The motion knocked her knife off the table and it clattered to the floor, but she made no move to pick it up.

“I… What?”

“They’re yours,” she insisted, her eyes wild and desperate.

“They’re mine,” you said slowly, pulling the bowl towards you.

The door to the diner swung open and Chrissy’s mom walked in. Chrissy wouldn’t meet your eyes. She stayed still, as if her mother wouldn’t notice her if she didn’t move. It was to no avail.

“Christine.” Her mother approached your table. She walked with a tension in her shoulders that she was clearly trying to suppress. “You said you were going to be studying.”

“I- We were, mom, but- but Y/N was hungry- so we- so we decided to discuss our project over lunch.” Chrissy’s voice was shaking so much that she barely got the words out.

Her mom regarded you with what could only be described as a look of disgust. Her eyes skated over the plates of food between you, and then fixed on her daughter with that same expression.

“Pancakes for lunch?” she said. “We’ve talked about this.”

“I’m sorry.” In that moment, Chrissy sounded so small. You couldn’t bear it.

“The pancakes were my idea. I didn’t have breakfast,” you said. “We were just having some lunch and then we were going to go back to mine to finish the project.”

“Uh-huh,” said Chrissy’s mom. “Well, I’m afraid you’re going to have to work on the project another day. Chrissy has some things to do to at home. Come on, Chrissy.”

“Can I drop Y/N off? I drove her here so-”

Her mom shook her head and grabbed Chrissy by the wrist. “Now, Christine.”

Chrissy stumbled to her feet awkwardly. Her mother was holding her wrist hard enough to bruise. You stood up instinctively.

“Let her go,” you started to say, but Chrissy shook her head at you.

“I’m fine,” she insisted. “Really. I’m sorry I have to go. I’ll see you at school.”

You could only watch, mouth agape, as Chrissy’s mom marched her out of the diner, never letting go of her wrist.

They stopped by her mom’s car. Chrissy was saying something, vaguely indicating towards her own car, but her mom yanked the passenger side door open.

With her head down, Chrissy got into her mom’s car.

Your stomach was churning. As they drove away, leaving Chrissy’s car behind, your eyes were drawn to the half-finished plates of pancakes in front of you. Suddenly you didn’t feel like eating any more.

“Could I get a box for these?” you asked the waitress, who was standing over by the counter, looking just as shell-shocked as you felt.

She snapped out of it, her expression softening. “Of course, honey.”

*

The next day, for the first time in a long time, you decided to brave the school cafeteria at lunchtime. You hated that place. It was too loud and too busy and you never knew if some big, stupid jock was going to try and flip your lunch tray out of your hands.

No, you much preferred to find a quiet bench to eat your food alone.

Today, you had a mission. You would never come here otherwise. But you needed to speak with Chrissy, and you hadn’t seen her all day.

She wasn’t hard to find. The sea of letterman jackets and cheerleader uniforms stood out even in the crowded cafeteria. She was sitting with a half-eaten salad in front of her, her boyfriend Jason draping an arm over her possessively.

You were hoping to be able to catch her attention without drawing the notice of the jocks or the other cheerleaders, but no such luck. Jason spotted you as you approached, and narrowed his eyes at you.

“What do you want, freak?” he spat. Chrissy turned to look at you. Her mouth opened, as if she was going to say something, but she didn’t.

“I need to speak with Chrissy,” you said, trying to keep your voice level.

At that, Jason clenched his jaw. He removed his arm from around her and pushed himself to his feet, his chair scraping noisily across the floor. All conversation around the table died. Everyone was suddenly looking at you.

Jason, in particular, was glaring at you. “And what exactly do you want with my girlfriend, freak?”

Chrissy stood up quickly. “We have a project together for English,” she said, putting a hand on Jason’s arm. He looked down at her with a frown. “I need to get back to it, actually. I’ll see you later.” She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

He looked confused as she gathered up her things and walked over to you.

“Wait-” he said.

“I’ll see you later, Jason,” she said, giving him a winning smile. Reluctantly, he sat back down.

You let Chrissy lead you out of the cafeteria. She seemed to think that you wanted to talk about the project. You didn’t, but it still needed to be finished. You really just wanted to know if she was okay.

“Do you want to come and sit and eat lunch with me?” you asked, feeling embarrassingly shy all of a sudden. Something about Chrissy made it hard for you to keep up your façade of not giving a fuck.

“Sure. Lead the way.”

Your feet carried you to your usual spot behind the school building. There was no bench back here, but you sat down on the grass with your back against the wall, and she followed your lead.

You had a sandwich in your backpack, but you were feeling too sick to eat it.

Just as you were working up the courage to speak, Chrissy said, “I’m really sorry about yesterday. For leaving you at the diner.”

That brought you up short. You hadn’t expected her to apologise. You hadn’t wanted her to apologise.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you said.

“It was. I should’ve known better. How did you get home?”

“I walked. It was fine.”

“I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” The cruel, angry part of you wanted to snap at her. Tell her to stop apologising. Shake her until she saw sense. You pushed it down. “Does… does she do stuff like that often?”

Chrissy swallowed. She looked away from you, out at the trees. Instead of speaking, she gave a half-hearted shrug. It wasn’t an answer, but it was.

“What happened to your car?” you asked, hoping this was a safer topic. “You left it at the diner.”

“My dad went and picked it up later.”

“Ah.”

You watched Chrissy’s face. She was very staunchly not looking at you. Her eyes were shiny.

She blinked a few times, exhaled deeply, and then sat up a little straighter. It was like watching curtains falling closed. Suddenly, she was that pretty, smiling cheerleader again. But now you knew the truth. It was all a front.

She still wasn’t looking at you. That was the only way you could’ve built up the courage to do what you did next.

You pushed up the sleeve of your jacket, revealing a rough, discoloured patch of skin about the size of a dime on your forearm.

“My mom gave me this for talking back,” you said, “It’s a cigarette burn. And the first time I ever went crying to my dad about the way she treated me, he pushed me down the stairs.”

“What?” Chrissy breathed. She was staring at your arm.

“I only fell a few steps. Managed to catch myself on the banister. And then managed to run down the rest of the stairs before he could catch up with me. So it could’ve been worse.”

She said your name, soft and sad, and something inside you twisted. You wanted to tell her that you didn’t need her pity, but in all honesty, it was nice to be seen.

“Anyway. I got the fuck out of there. I don’t need them. I’m better off on my own.”

You didn’t tell her that the real reason your mom hurt you was because she found the playboy magazine under your bed. You certainly didn’t tell her that the reason you moved out was because your mom read your diary and flipped out about you liking girls. Chrissy didn’t need to know that.

She was silent for a long moment. You glanced at her. She seemed deep in thought.

“I can’t leave my parents,” she said. “I need them.”

“I didn’t say you should. I was… I was just trying to tell you that I get it, okay? Parents can suck.”

“My parents don’t suck nearly as much as yours do. But thank you. I appreciate it.”

Soft, cool fingers touched your arm, and you flinched.

“Sorry,” said Chrissy. “Can I see?”

Reluctantly, you straightened your arm and let her have a closer look at the burn. Her hands were cold but when she touched your skin, it felt hot. You were all of a sudden hyperaware of how close she was sitting to you.

“This looks bad,” she said.

“Thanks.”

“No, I mean… Did it hurt? Does it still hurt?”

“Of course it hurt,” you scoffed.

Chrissy pursed her lips. For a moment, you thought you’d offended her, but then you realised that she was suppressing a smile.

“Sorry. Stupid question.” She let go of your arm.

“And no, it doesn’t hurt anymore. Not unless I push down on it really hard.”

“Well, I guess you should avoid doing that.”

“I do!”

She was smiling at you now. A real smile. You fought the urge to look away. It felt like staring at the sun.

“Thank you for telling me this,” she said. “I don’t really know why you told me this, but I appreciate it. I really do.”

You shrugged. “I guess we’re even now. I know that your mom is a colossal bitch, and you know that my parents are complete assholes.”

Chrissy’s mouth fell open and she let out a startled laugh. “You can’t call my mom a bitch!” She didn’t sound offended. In fact, she was still laughing.

“Just did.”

“Wow… You’re something else, you know that?”

“I aim to please.”

Chrissy leant back against the wall and gave you a sidelong look. “Now I know that’s not true.” 

You flashed your teeth at her in a feral sort of grin, and she started laughing again.

Distantly, you heard the school bell ring, and you felt your smile fading. Normally, you didn’t care all that much about your lunch break. You were still at school, whether you were in class or not, and you were always keen to get home as soon as possible.

But spending time with Chrissy was different. You really didn’t want to stop talking to her. When were you ever going to have a chance to talk like this again? Once this project was over, you would probably never speak to her again.

You moved in entirely different social circles. Or rather, Chrissy was popular, and you had no social circle to speak of.

“We’ve gotta get to class,” said Chrissy, getting to her feet and dusting herself off. You pushed yourself up using the wall, trying to avoid looking at her bare legs that were now directly in your eyeline. She was exceptionally, unfairly pretty. “Are you free after school today? I was thinking we could go to the library to finish up the presentation?”

You were loath to spend more time at school than you had to, but it was hard to say no to Chrissy.

“Sure.”

The two of you started walking back towards the front of the building.

“You know, I was thinking…” She regarded you for a moment. You looked back at her, perplexed. “There’s a part at Steve Harrington’s on Friday night. His parents are, like, never around, so he always throws ragers. You should totally come. We can celebrate getting this presentation done.”

You gaped at her. She continued to look at you expectantly.

“I… I don’t think anyone would want me there,” you said, stumbling over your words. Your skin felt awfully hot. “I’m not really friends with those kinds of people.” Or anyone at all, for that matter.

“Well, you know that’s not true. I want you there. I’m inviting you. And Steve is cool. He’s a nice guy. I’m sure you’d like him.”

“Really,” you said flatly.

“Yes, really. People can surprise you sometimes, you know?”

“I…” The two of you rounded the corner onto the quad. You were no longer alone with Chrissy. Hundreds of students were walking around, trying to get to their next lessons. “…I suppose they can.”

*

You weren’t expecting to be nervous about the presentation. You’d done your part. Now it was up to Chrissy to stand there in front of the whole class and deliver it. She gave you a small smile as she got up from her seat, and you gave her a thumbs up.

It was Friday afternoon, the last class of the day. On any normal Friday afternoon, you’d be waiting this class to end so that you could go home, smoke weed and go to bed.

Today was different. You were dreading the end of class. Tonight was Steve Harrington’s party, and you still weren’t certain if you were going or not.

At the front of the class, Chrissy cleared her throat. “Our presentation today is on Alice Walker, the author of the Color Purple.” As she began to recite the script that you had written for her, you weighed your options in your mind.

On one hand, you spent every evening completely alone. You had no friends. No family. Nothing to do but smoke and stare at the ceiling until you fell asleep. And god, you were bored.

On the other, you knew the types of people who went to these parties. Jason Carver. Steve Harrington. Billy Hargrove. All of the basketball players and all of the cheerleaders. All people you had no intention of spending any more time with than was necessary. And as much as you didn’t want to see them, you were sure that they didn’t want to see you even more.

And finally, there was Chrissy. You didn’t know which hand to put Chrissy on. She was surprisingly sweet. She had a nice laugh and pretty eyes and you had to use all of your self-control not to stare at her, and that was so, so dangerous.

More than any of that, you had never told anyone about your parents before. No one had ever listened to you for long enough, and you had always been afraid. But for the first, you had someone who actually kind of understood what you had been through. And that, in its own way, was terrifying.

So maybe you wanted to spend more time with Chrissy. But she was still a cheerleader. She was still Jason’s girlfriend. Sure, she seemed nice, but how long before she turned on you? The more you told her about yourself, the more ammunition she had to hurt you.

You’d been careful with this presentation. Even though Celie’s sexuality was the part of the Color Purple that had most stood out to you, you hadn’t mentioned it explicitly in your script. You’d made vague allusions to female empowerment and women’s bodies, but never even hinting at the sexual relationship between Celie and Shug.

And Chrissy hadn’t commented on it. You had no idea what that meant.

Beautiful, intelligent, perfect Chrissy Cunningham had read the same book you had, and she’d loved it. Had the women loving each other and fucking each other had the same impact on her as it had on you? Had she enjoyed it merely as a curiosity? Or had she glossed over that part entirely, choosing to focus on other things? It all made your head hurt.

There was one thing that she’d said to you on Monday that kept spinning around in your mind.

‘I’m sure you’d like him’.

Chrissy had said that about Steve Harrington. What did she mean by that? Was she trying to set you up with him?

Maybe if you were dating a popular boy too then she could be your friend without drawing scrutiny. Maybe if you fit in better and went to these kinds of parties, you would actually be able to stay friendly after this project was over.

Polite applause filled the room, and you realised that the presentation was over. Chrissy was looking at you. You started clapping too, feeling awkward.

As she returned to her seat, right beside yours, you found yourself holding your breath. You could smell her shampoo. It was citrussy and floral.

“How did I do?” she asked. You realised with a start that she was blushing.

“Oh, uh… Good. You did good.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

As the next person came up to give their presentation, the teacher called for quiet, and the two of you fell silent.

You didn’t speak to her again until the bell rang and you started packing up your things.

“Are you coming to the party tonight?” she asked.

You forced yourself to meet her eyes. They were big and expectant. She had a small smile playing across her lips.

You took a deep breath. “I’ll be there.”

*

Steve Harrington’s house was enormous. The party was already in full swing when you arrived. The front door was open and there were a few people you recognised from school sitting on the front steps.

That was almost enough to make you turn around and walk away. They were drinking beer. Were you supposed to bring something? Would people be mad at you for not bringing anything?

You were all too aware of your empty hands as you approached. You steeled yourself, but the people didn’t even look up. You skirted past them and through the front door, and no one even looked at you.

That was good. That was step one. You were in the house now.

You didn’t own anything that could be considered ‘party clothes’ and your experience with hair and make-up was minimal, but you did your best with what you had. You just hoped that the amount of effort you’d put in didn’t show.

There were people everywhere. You wound your way between them, not making eye contact until you found your way to the kitchen.

Bottles of spirits and mixers were scattered across the counter. You figured that was as good a place to start as any. Maybe booze would quell the anxious pounding of your heart.

You were pouring yourself a vodka and coke when a familiar voice startled you.

“Hey neighbour. Didn’t expect to see you at one of these.”

You turned to see Eddie Munson with his perpetual shit-eating grin, leaning against the kitchen island.

“Yeah, well, I figured I’d see what the fuss was about,” you said, taking a swig of your drink. It was stronger than you were expecting, but you tried hard not to wince. “What are you doing here?”

Eddie laughed. “What do you think?”

“Well, I figured that you were here to sell drugs to all the rich jocks.”

He put his hand over his heart, as if offended. “That is a slur against my character, madam,” he said in a ridiculous fake British accent.

“Are you going to challenge me to a duel or something?”

His eyes glinted suddenly, and his grin widened. “En garde,” he said, brandishing a cocktail stick in your direction.

“Eddie, are you starting fights again?” said Steve Harrington. He was standing in the doorway, looking harried. Eddie’s face morphed into the same mock-offence as before, but you got there first.

“I started this one, actually,” you said. Steve looked at you, noticing you for the first time.

“Harrington, this is my neighbour,” said Eddie. “And neighbour, this is Harrington. He’s one of the rich jocks I sell drugs to.”

“Eddie.” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What? She knows I sell drugs. I sell drugs to her too!”

“Jesus Christ.”

“What’s wrong, Stevie-baby? You look stressed.”

Steve’s jaw was clenched. “Hargrove was skulking around.”

Eddie made a face. “Ew.” Then he turned to you. “Do you wanna come smoke with us?”

You probably should’ve said no. You preferred to smoke alone, and you barely knew Steve. But you hadn’t seen Chrissy yet and Eddie was the only other person here that you knew well enough to have a conversation with, and he was offering you free weed.

So you said, “Sure, whatever.”

You followed the two of them out into the backyard. There were people in the pool. There was also a couple grinding on a sun lounger that looked like it was about to buckle under their combined weight. Steve looked like he was about to tell them off, but then Eddie put a hand on his shoulder, and he looked away.

Steve led you over to a secluded corner where there were two benches facing each other. You sat on one while the boys took the other. Eddie pulled out a pre-rolled joint and tried to light it, but his lighter wouldn’t spark.

“Shit,” he muttered, joint still hanging from his lips.

“Here,” said Steve, pulling out his own lighter. You expected Eddie to take it from him, but instead, he leaned in so that Steve could light it for him. It was so smooth a motion that you were sure they must’ve done it before.

As soon as the joint was lit, the two of them pulled away from each other, and Steve glanced in your direction, like he was only just remembering that you were there.

“So,” he said, “I haven’t seen you at one of these before.”

“I usually try to avoid the kinds of people who go to parties like this,” you said.

Steve looked slightly bewildered, but Eddie began guffawing.

“I don’t think you limit yourself to these kinds of people,” he said. “You seem like you avoid everyone.”

“Yeah, well.” You gave a half-shrug. Eddie passed the joint to Steve, who took a couple of long drags before passing it to you.

“So what’s different this time?” asked Steve, looking noticeably more relaxed now.

“Chrissy Cunningham invited me and it felt rude to say no.”

“Oh, Chrissy invited you? Last I saw, she was tearing it up on the dance floor.”

“Really?” You tried not to sound too curious.

“I didn’t realise you two were friends,” said Eddie.

“Why would you? You barely know me.” Eddie raised an eyebrow at you, and you quickly continued. “And we’re not friends, anyway. Me and Chrissy, I mean. We just had this project in English together and she said I should come to this party to celebrate.”

You passed the joint back to him. He was watching your face with a curious expression.

“Anyway,” you continued, “I should go find her. It would be rude not to say hi.”

“Yeah, and you’re so against being rude,” said Eddie. He was still smiling, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes anymore.

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, so you just stood up and walked away. Back in the house, you stepped over drunk people to make your way to the living room.

Chrissy had her hair down. It was strange to see her without her cheerleading uniform and her ponytail, but dressed in a pink dress that barely fell to her mid-thigh, and hugged her boobs flatteringly as she spun around on the dancefloor, she looked even hotter than usual. You swallowed, wondering if you could sneak off before she noticed you, but then her eyes met yours and lit up.

She called out your name, jumping up and down as she waved at you. In spite of yourself, you felt a smile spreading across your face.

Maybe it was the weed or the booze or just the fact that you were currently in a situation that you would normally never find yourself in, but you found yourself walking towards her, and when she grabbed your hands, you didn’t pull away.

“You came!” Her eyes were bright and excited.

“I was in the neighbourhood.”

She looked at you shrewdly. “Hm. Sure.” She smiled at you, lopsided. Her eyes were a little hazy, but they were sparkling with energy. “Dance with me.”

“Uh-”

Before you could protest too much, she had grabbed your wrists and started moving your arms in a facsimile of a dance. She was twisting her hips up and down, moving her whole body as she did so.

You couldn’t help but laugh. She looked ridiculous. And then she was laughing too. You let the tension in your body melt away and started to dance with her in earnest. She let out an excited squeak when you spun her around.

She lost her balance and fell against you, giggling. She was laughing so hard that she couldn’t stand up straight, so you just held her upright, determined not to let her fall.

Over her shoulder, you caught sight of Jason. He was watching the two of you like a hawk. You stiffened, and Chrissy looked up at you.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing…”

She looked where you were looking and made eye contact with Jason. The glare he had been wearing melted away immediately, and he gave her a smile. She waved back at him and then turned back to you.

“Don’t mind him. He gets like this sometimes.” She grabbed your hands again, interlacing her fingers with yours. When your palms pressed together, you inhaled sharply.

“Gets like what?”

“Oh you know. Overprotective. He doesn’t like me hanging out with other people when I’m drunk. He thinks I’m too friendly. Someone might take advantage.”

She dropped your hands and wrapped her arms around your neck. It was an intimate motion, but platonic. You were sure she had done this to all of her other female friends at one point or another. She was just drunk.

“Is that what he thinks?” you asked quietly. “That I’d take advantage of you?”

You regretted the words almost as soon as they were out of your mouth. You had shown her too much of yourself. She was going to know everything. Chrissy stopped swaying.

“No,” she said. “I mean… I guess I don’t know? But no. Regardless of what he thinks, I know you wouldn’t.”

You could feel the heat growing in your cheeks. You were on the precipice of something, and you were too drunk and high to step back from it.

Maybe you were just tired of holding so much of yourself back. Chrissy seemed to see you, even if no one else did.

“How do you know that?” Your arms, of their own volition, had wrapped themselves around her waist. You were careful not to touch her with your hands, just grazing her waist with your forearms.

“Because I know you. And in spite of what you seem to think, you’re not a creep.”

She was staring up into your eyes now. Part of you wanted to push her away, to hurt her, to show her how wrong she was. Another part wanted to kiss her and touch her and show her how much of a creep you could be.

Because you’d never met a good thing that you couldn’t destroy. Whatever this thing was between you and Chrissy, it was a good thing.

Her lips were pink and shiny with lip gloss. You wondered how they’d taste. You wondered how other parts of her would taste, too.

Distantly, you were aware of the music changing, a much more upbeat song blasting out over the speakers. Chrissy jumped excitedly, her chest bumping against yours.

“I love this song,” she shouted, and then grabbed your hands and spun you around again.

[saviorkid]

OH MY GOD?!?!?? LOVE THIS

Surrender III

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader x lesbian!Chrissy Cunningham

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

cw: established relationship, platonic!hc (eddie and chrissy are college besties), questioning/bi reader, threesome, fingering, oral (fem-fem giving and receiving), piv sex (unspecified birth control), squirting, one instance of spanking and singular use of the nickname “daddy” (not by r, it’s kind of a joke?) 6.5k

Everyone is aged early 30s. 18+, MDNI

“Hey…are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Eddie’s voice is soft in your ear and you have to slightly rouse yourself, nearly having fallen asleep as you and he wait for Chrissy to arrive.

The room is quiet except for the low sound of the album he put on the record player, vinyl crackling occasionally, and the faint humming of the fan overhead pushing cool air down on your half-dressed bodies.

He’s drawn the gauzy curtains closed so the fading sunlight can still filter through and casts across the bed in a hazy glow. You lay flat on your stomach, wearing a pair of sweatpants a size or so too big so they’re slung low on your hips, and only your bra so he can gently rake his nails over the expanse of your back.

“Yeah,” you whisper, still halfway half-asleep. “I’m nervous, but I’m excited.”

“Me too.” He smiles at you and leans over to place a gentle kiss on your shoulder. “I just don’t want you thinking this was like a plan or something. I thought for sure these days were behind us, I never imagined this would happen.”

“Old habits die hard,” you snicker.

He grins back, his smile deepening the dimples in his cheeks and making your own heart swell.

“And you know you can take it back any time, right? Neither of us is gonna be disappointed or mad or anything like that. We just want you to have a good time.”

His steady voice and the words he’s saying warm your chest and you nod, cheek rubbing against the pillow under your face.

“I know that,” you say. “I trust you both.”

You fall quiet for a moment, chewing thoughtfully on your lip, and open your eyes to look up at him. 

“Hey, um…are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Of course,” Eddie smiles. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, maybe because I was a total jealous nightmare obsessing about you and Chrissy getting together and now…”

You fall silent, pushing down the crack in your voice you can feel coming. Eddie tips your head up to look at him and gives a reassuring smile.

“I just kind of feel like a hypocrite,” you admit to him, your voice small.

“Don’t,” Eddie tells you, still smiling. “I get why you were worried, especially when I wasn’t telling you everything. You think you don’t deserve good things, so you can’t help but think when you have something good that it’s going to be taken away.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to your temple. You sigh at the feeling of his lips on your skin, the way his stubble rubs your hairline and gives you shivers that run across your scalp. You could have never imagined how good it would feel being with someone who knows you like he does. Someone who knew your body inside out, but also your head. And your heart.

“I know Chrissy…and I know you,” he tells you. “Neither of you would hurt me. You’re the best thing in my life. Nothing and no one is going to change that.”

He leans in to kiss you again, too wrapped up in one another to notice the turn of a key in the front door or the soft creak of its hinges.

“It’s you and me, right?” he murmurs, keeping his lips close to yours.

You nod decisively and whisper back. “It’s you and me.”

“God, you guys are like…disgustingly cute.”

You and Eddie’s heads both lift at the sound of another voice in the room. Chrissy leans against the door frame, arms crossed in front of her chest with a doting smile on her face. She’s dressed much more casually than the last time you saw her, in a matching set of velour sweats like an updated version of those Juicy tracksuits that were all the rage in college. 

The soft mocha color of them sets off the red in her hair making it look less blonde than it did at The Hideout. Her make-up is simple, what little she’s wearing at all. You can’t help but grin at the sight of her as you bite down on your bottom lip. Her eyes sparkle as they meet your gaze and her nose scrunches adorably as she smiles at you.

“That’s what you get for breaking and entering,” Eddie chortles. Chrissy just rolls her eyes.

“That’s what you get for never changing your hiding spot.”

She holds up her hand and twirls the spare key Eddie keeps underneath an ogre statue in the yard around her finger. The sun catches on the sparkles on her nails as she lays the key down on your dresser and moves inside the bedroom.

“Someone likes back scratches, huh?”

The mattress dips as Chrissy joins you and Eddie on the bed. She reaches out and traces your spine with her forefinger from the nape of your neck all the way down to the small of your back. It causes more shivers to ripple across your body and you emit a deeply contented sigh.

“Mmhmm, better than a massage,” you hum.

Chrissy’s eyes find Eddie’s over you. “Mind if I take over?” she asks.

He doesn’t answer audibly, but you assume he must have nodded or brandished his hand with a silent be my guest when you feel Chrissy shift and swing out her leg. You feel the gentle graze of her velour sweats as she lowers to straddle you, knees resting on either side of your hips. 

Eddie brushes your cheek one last time with the backs of his fingers and carefully climbs off the bed. “I’m gonna grab us some waters,” he says. “Chris, you need anything else?”

Chrissy glances over her shoulder at him with a playful smile. “Got any candles you can light? A little ambiance never killed anybody.”

“No, but candles sure have,” he says back wryly. “I’ve got some, but it’ll take me a minute.” 

“That’s okay,” Chrissy hums. “We’ll keep ourselves busy.”

You listen as Eddie’s footsteps recede down the hall and you have to try and contain not only your excitement, but also the nerves that are starting to bubble up in your chest. As though she senses it, Chrissy devotes herself to keeping you relaxed. She gently strokes your back with a sensual skim of her fingertips up and down your spine, light as a tickle but smoother.

“I’m gonna unhook this, okay?”

Her hands rest on the clasp of your bra, but she waits to separate it until you give an affirming nod. The relief of it releasing is instantaneous, the band and straps falling away. Chrissy begins to scratch methodically, first with all ten fingers moving as one in a long, slow crawl down your back, and then splitting off in different swirling patterns. She knows all the places that need to be paid special attention, like right above your rib cage where the band dug into your skin all day. Her nails aren’t long, just a short almond shape, but they’re enough to offer a deeper scrape and more relief than Eddie’s blunt fingertips.

Leaning forward so her body presses against your back, she lets her lips hover over your ear.

“If you ever want to stop, you tell me, okay? If you aren’t enjoying yourself, I’m not either.”

“You got that from Eddie,” you say, recalling the first time you’d come over to his place. The first time you’d laid in this bed that would eventually become your own.

Heart in your throat, you’d warned him you weren’t ready to go too far. After all, you were still living in New York at the time and staring down the barrel of your return flight home set for the day after your sister’s wedding in a little over a month. The last thing you needed was to get too attached to someone who lived hundreds of miles away—least of all the sweet, handsome, oddly disarming guy you just met at a strip club. And you knew if you gave in to what your body was screaming for, it would only lead to heartbreak. There was no way it wouldn’t.

Eddie responded perfectly. More than perfectly. He said he didn’t care what you did or how far you went. He only cared about spending as much time with you as he could; and that he would go at whatever pace made you comfortable. If you aren’t enjoying yourself, I’m not either.

Which of course only made you want to do it more.

Chrissy laughs breathily, the sound a sweet and fluffy thing like a wisp of cotton candy.

“Eddie got that from me, babydoll.”

She pushes up on her knees so you have room to roll over onto your back. As you do, your arms come up instinctively to cover your breasts, suddenly feeling ashamed of the way they probably look from this angle, flat and flopping around unlike her tiny, perky ones.

“Don’t hide from me, beautiful,” she tuts, wrapping her hands around your own and bringing them to the zipper of her sweater.

Your fingers fumble around the metal pull and Chrissy helps you drag it down, revealing her skin is bare underneath. She has a faint smattering of freckles across her chest and you stroke your fingers softly along her collar bone and over her breasts as her sweater slides off her arms.

The light pressure of her body settles back down on your hips and she leans forward again, letting her warm chest press against your own. Her long lashes flutter and the gold ‘86 charm hanging on the chain around her neck swings steadily like a pendulum and bumps your chin.

“Can I kiss you?” she asks. Wordlessly, you nod.

Her lips are familiar, in a way. Plush and full, not unlike Eddie’s. They move against yours with purpose—not aggressive, but insistent. Like she’s trying to show you how much she wants this too. Gradually, you open up to her, giving her tongue access to probe your own and sighing softly when it does. The light clicks of your lips meeting again and again fill the room under the gentle strums of the acoustic guitar on the album playing.

You’re so lost in her, you don’t catch the sound of Eddie’s bare feet padding softly on the carpet as he returns. A soft creak makes your eyes fly open and you turn your head to the side. 

“Don’t mind me,” Eddie chuckles, leaning against the low bookshelf your record player sits on.

Beside it, he’s arranged some white pillar candles of varied sizes and states of dripped wax. There’s a soft hiss and a faint smell of smoke as he strikes a match to light them. The flickering flames make his shadow dance on the wall and once he’s done, his attention turns back to you.

His eyes are luminous as he watches you and Chrissy together, the deep brown of them warm and bubbling with excitement seeing the way your lips move so sultry and sensuous with hers.

“She’s a good kisser, huh?” he asks his friend.

“So good,” Chrissy murmurs, pressing her mouth back to yours. She swallows your soft hums and breathy moans of pleasure. Your hands come up to cup her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks and fingers slipping into her fine, soft hair.

She nips gently at your bottom lip, a little hint at wanting something more, and you remember that little request she made on the phone. You slide one hand into her hair until the heel of your palm meets the base of her skull and firmly squeeze the hairs closest to her scalp. 

You don’t yank her head back, just grip her tightly enough to tip it back and get at the column of her neck. You suckle at the skin there, soothing the red mark you make with your tongue after. Her throat vibrates with a moan and you hear the soft plop of Eddie’s own sweats falling to the floor.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groans as he palms the front of his boxers.

“Taker her pants off for me, Ed,” Chrissy instructs, tipping her head back down for another kiss.

Eddie nods and kneels dutifully at the foot of the bed. His fingers curl around the waistband of your sweats and he starts to tug them down over your hips and off your legs. He tosses them into the growing heap of clothes by the bed along with his pants and Chrissy’s sweater.

“I think she likes kissing you, Chris,” he says, his fingers toying with your dripping entrance.

“The feeling’s mutual.” Chrissy smiles, shooting you a wink as she slips off you to stand.

She removes her track pants, leaving her in nothing but a dainty thong, and your eyes go wide trying to take all of her in. A smile plays across her pillowy lips as she climbs back onto the bed and drapes herself against your side. You’re now laid bare before them, gazing down at Eddie between the valley of your breasts as he lowers himself to kiss at the apex of your thighs. His breath is warm as he exhales and brings his fingers to your core. 

He slides in one with ease and follows it with a second, relishing the hitch of your breath it causes as he begins to massage your warm, wet walls. There’s more warm breath on your ear as Chrissy leans in close to whisper to you.

“How’s he feel, angel?”

She smoothes her hand over your forehead and brushes a few pieces of hair from your face, letting her fingertips trail over your cheeks.

“He’s…he’s really good,” you pant, struggling to draw breath. Your body is already on fire after just a minute of having Eddie’s fingers, reactive to every touch of Chrissy’s soft hands.

“I’m not surprised,” she giggles, letting her fingers skim your navel. “He learned from the best.”

“Oh, please,” Eddie snorts from between your legs. “I’m completely self-taught.”

“Excuse me?!” Chrissy squeaks in mock outrage. “I’m like your Mr. Miyagi of pussy.”

You start to giggle until Eddie curls his fingers particularly deep and the sound crumbles into a low moan. The two of them continue their light squabbling while you drift away, being blissfully rocked by the pace and rhythm of Eddie’s capable fingers inside of you.

“Not a chance,” he tells her. “If anything, you learned everything you know from me.”

“You have some natural talent, I’ll give you that,” Chrissy concedes. “But there’s always room for improvement.”

With that, Chrissy places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder in a signal to swap places with her. He withdraws his fingers from you, his eyes locking with yours as he brings them to his lips and sucks them into his mouth. Just the sight makes you flutter and ache with need.

Chrissy lifts herself up until she’s suspended over you, caging you between her limbs. Her eyes glimmer as she dips down and little tendrils of hair caress your cheek as she kisses you sweetly. 

“I taught him everything he knows,” she whispers. “But not everything I know…”

Her soft lips skim the line of your jaw, traveling down to your neck and then your breasts. She laves her tongue over your nipple in a dazzling array of circles and flicks, gently rolling one between her fingertips as she suckles the other.

As she moves further down your body, Eddie smoothly moves up to lay beside you.

“Hi,” he whispers, smiling down at you, dimples deepening in his cheeks. “You okay?”

“Yes,” you breathe, the sound hitching in your throat as Chrissy’s warm breath fans across your mound. You meet her sparkling eyes once more as she glances up for one last check-in. Without a word spoken, you can see what she’s asking and you nod eagerly.

Her mouth is a mystifying combination of familiar and fresh. You recognize a couple of Eddie’s moves one or both of them must have learned from watching the other, but there’s still a clear distinction between the two. Where Eddie is precise and exacting in his movements—creative, yet deliberate as he’s working towards a goal—Chrissy has more finesse and flair. 

It’s whimsical and variable, changing up and keeping you constantly attuned to her. It’s kaleidoscopic, in a way, shapes and colors twisting in seemingly random order to create a stunning, beautiful pattern.

While Eddie’s fingers have the benefit of sheer length and girth, Chrissy’s can maneuver more efficiently. They actually dance inside of you, like they’re trying to waltz with your g-spot. It’s not even a matter of better or worse. With a gun to your head, you couldn’t decide which was more enjoyable. Luckily, you don’t have to.

You feel the weight of Eddie’s broad palm as he strokes the top of your head, and dreamily turn your head to look at him.

“How is she, beautiful?” he asks.

“She’s really good…holy shit…”

You hook a finger in his ball chain necklace to tug him down, but find it slack as he’s already on his way to kiss you. His mouth meets yours eagerly, relishing the feeling of the moans and whimpers that fall from your lips as Chrissy plays expertly with your clit.

“This is so great,” Eddie breathes as you pull apart. “I can hardly see you when I’m eating you out and now I’ve got a front row seat. God, you’re fucking gorgeous…”

He swoops in to plant his lips against yours again and it steals all the breath in your lungs. You reach out and fumble like mad to find Chrissy’s hand where she’s holding your thighs apart, weaving your fingers with hers and squeezing to tell her you’ve not forgotten her.

She squeezes your hand back, but lifts her head when your hips start to squirm.

“I think she needs to be fucked soon or we might kill her, Eds,” Chrissy says teasingly.

“That true, baby?” Eddie husks, his voice low in your ear. “You ready for my cock?”

“Yes, yes—please,” you gasp desperately. 

Chrissy’s slides up and her warm body lays against you, sandwiching you nicely between them as she pecks your lips softly.

“How do you want him to take you, angel?”

“From behind,” you say, daringly looking up at her.“So I can eat you out while he fucks me.”

The words feel clumsy coming out of your mouth, but still you commit to the statement as best you can and it must be enough for them to buy it. Chrissy’s large eyes widen even further as she exchanges a glance with Eddie, who looks at her like he might blow his load on the spot if you say something, anything, like that again.

“I think we created a monster,” she chuckles.

Needing no more prompting, Chrissy begins to arrange herself on the bed with a pillow under her hips and lays down another for your chest.

“Oh, I’m not complaining,” Eddie says, stroking himself as he watches you get into position.

You roll over on the bed to lay between Chrissy’s spread legs. You let your head drop low to ghost your mouth over her baby blue g-string, noting it’s the same pale shade as her eyeshadow you complimented that night you met at the bar. You lift up your hips, dripping slit on full display as Eddie kneels behind you. He draws a shuddering breath and a loud CRACK fills the room as he smacks his hand down on your ass. Your whole body jerks and you wail pleasurably.

Chrissy props herself up on her elbows and takes your chin between her fingers.

“Someone likes that, huh?” she says. “You like it when Daddy spanks you?”

You nod earnestly, eyes big and round, getting more excited by the second. Chrissy’s eyes flicker over your head to meet Eddie’s as a playful smirk spreads across her lips.

“Maybe keep that in check while she’s neck deep in my pussy?” she suggests

“Will do, Cap’n.”

Eddie gives Chrissy a little salute as you glance back over your shoulder at him. He shoots you a secretive wink, both of you knowing he had no intention of administering another even before Chrissy said something. Any more than one and the pain becomes too much of a distraction.

His ass, on the other hand…

You gasp suddenly, bunching the blanket in your fists as Eddie teases your entrance with the head of his cock. He smears your own juices between your legs, mixing them with the precum leaking from his tip. Rather than sinking inside, he slides it forward and the ridges of his tip and shaft catch on your clit and make you keen forward.

“Should I take these off?” Chrissy asks, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her thong.

“No, I…I wanna,” you say softly.

Your head dips again and you begin a soft trail of kisses following the dip of her hips until you reach the curve of her waist. You place your mouth over the pale blue string, taking the thin elastic band between your teeth to pull it down. Behind you, Eddie actually whines at the sight and he leans sideways to watch as you drag the tiny piece of fabric down over Chrissy’s hip bone. 

With all the grace of a ballerina, she brings her legs together and sticks them up in the air so you can lift her panties off completely. Once they’ve been tossed away, she lets her legs fall open on either side of you and you can’t help but stare. A bare shave, skin smooth and soft as a peach. Pink tissue glistening with her own arousal.

You tilt your head as you regard it, eyes dancing, a little surprised. “Huh,” you say. “It’s so…pretty.”

“Thank you,” Chrissy says with a tittering laugh. “And it tastes as good as it looks.”

You meet her gaze over her mound and the two of you share a devilish smile.

“Start slow, baby,” Eddie coos, his hands running up your sides. “The way I do with you, you know? Touch her thighs…rub around the outside…tease her…get her all needy…”

“Leave her alone, Ed,” Chrissy tuts. “Let her play with her new toy how she wants.”

The two of them exchange a smile and you feel the familiar weight of your boyfriend’s palm smoothing up your spine, the heel of his hand pressing gently down and helping to coax you forward. Your heart pounds in your chest as you descend, tongue slipping out to wet your lips before placing a kiss on the inside of Chrissy’s milky thigh. 

“Mmm, hang on a second,” Eddie says, suddenly backing off the mattress. He walks around to the head of the bed so he’s standing over you as you look up at him plaintively.

“Are you not gonna…”

You glance behind you at the space he just occupied, pussy clenching around nothing as if in mourning. Eddie smiles and leans in close, his hand reaching out to cradle your jaw. You shiver at the roughness of his calloused thumb against your cheek and stare into his eyes.

“I will, baby, I promise,” he says. “You just…god, you look so hot right now I have to watch.”

You swallow hard, torn between the thrill his words send through you and the nerves now creeping up your shoulders and making them tense. Giving head was one of the things you actually felt pretty confident about. Guys were quick to tell you how good you were—Eddie in particular, even before he had discovered your affinity for praise. Of course, you could never shake the suspicion they only told you it was really good so you would do it more often. 

Still, you’d certainly done it enough and you had it on pretty good authority your skills were above average. And you’d sort of been hoping maybe you could coast on that and Chrissy might help you with the finer points. But the thought of Eddie watching you do it? Being on display like that…not only having to be good, but also make it look like it was good?

What if you were bad at it? What if Chrissy hated it and didn’t have the heart to tell you after all this build up? You imagined her lovely face grimacing as you remained oblivious between her thighs. That would be a disaster in and of itself, but the thought of Eddie bearing witness to your spectacular failure? 

At least if he was fucking you, he’d have something to keep him occupied.

“Hey,” Chrissy whispers, placing her hand on your other cheek so they’re each cupping a side of your face. “Come out of your head, angel.”

“Sorry,” you say meekly. “I’m…I’m trying to stay confident, it’s just hard.”

“Baby, why? You’re doing so good,” Eddie hums. “And you’re so sexy, can you really blame me for wanting to watch this?”

Your lip quivers as you avoid his gaze. “I just…it feels like I’m on display…”

“We’re not here to judge,” Chrissy says with a kind smile. “We know this is new for you, you’re not gonna get a scorecard at the end.”

“Just pretend I’m not here,” Eddie chuckles. “Chris already is.”

Chrissy swats his shoulder and it makes all three of you laugh gently. You look back and forth between them, warm brown eyes and sparkling blue-green ones. Both pairs shining and eager, focused solely on you, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen.

Making it easy to believe you are.

You carefully lean forward and peck Chrissy on the lips, then turn your head to kiss Eddie’s as well. And back to Chrissy, for longer this time, cupping her jaw before returning to Eddie again. Anywhere you look, there’s a pair of lips to kiss and you greedily drink your fill of both.

“Let’s slow down a little,” Eddie murmurs, words making his lips vibrate against yours. “You two kiss for a bit and I’ll just watch for now. Okay?”

His eyes find yours and he lifts his brow with the question. You nod, almost imperceptibly, and he drops his hand to wrap his fingers around your wrist. Three squeezes. I. Love. You.

Chrissy grins. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” she says, hand slipping around the back of your neck and pulling you into her mouth.

Eddie backs away and settles into the chaise by the window, spreading his legs wide to stroke himself as he watches you and Chrissy’s bodies begin to move together. You remember how mystified he’d been by you putting a chair there— “Just seems silly to have extra furniture. If we’re in the bedroom, we’re only gonna be on the bed,” he’d chuckled. 

He’s eating those words now, you’re sure of it.

You lay your body against Chrissy’s, letting one of your legs slot between hers, relishing in the velvety feel of her freshly shaved skin. Her mouth is open and inviting, tongue running across the seam of your lips to politely request access, which you grant her happily. 

The kissing is deep and slow, like you and Eddie used to do when you first started dating and you realized making out with him was better than all of your past sexual experiences combined. You brushed your fingertips over the swell of her breasts, so dainty and perky, playing with her nipples until they stiffen at your touch. 

She gasps as you move your lips down her cheek and sprinkle a line of kisses along her jaw until you reach her neck. You kiss and lick and suckle at the sensitive skin until Chrissy trembles in your arms. She turns her head to the side, mouth falling open in a gasp as you run the tip of your tongue across the shell of her ear.

“Get on top of me?” she asks in a breathy whisper. “I wanna feel you.”

You move quickly to straddle her hips as she’d done to you, placing your hands on her waist both to steady yourself and to hold her down as you begin a slow, deep grind down.

“Fuck, baby,” Eddie groans from his seat. “You’re so goddamn hot, I can’t stand it.”

Chrissy smiles up at you and nods in agreement. She flattens her hands against your stomach and moves them up to palm your chest. At her touch, that burning pleasure reignites. You sneak a glance at Eddie and your whole body tingles at the sight of him. He looks almost primal. Eyes hooded with lust, gripping himself so tightly it must blur that border between pleasure and pain. His stroke is long and slow, tortuously so, to stave off his release as best he can.

The feeling of having his eyes on you, the ravenous way they rake over your form, causes your confidence to surge. You lean forward, boldly pressing your mouth to Chrissy’s before beginning a trail of kisses down her body, mouthing at the hollows of her neck, nipping at her pronounced collar bones until you reach her breast and suck her pert nipple into your mouth.

“Such a little tease,” she hums excitedly, pursing her lips in a pillowy pout. 

You chuckle around her nipple and release it with a lewd pop before continuing your trail down her body. Sternum to stomach, navel to mound, and at long last to your final destination.

You try to remember the things Eddie and Chrissy did that feel best for you, but eventually you give up on thinking at all. You let instinct take over, exploring her folds, listening to what makes her breathing get heavy, what makes her chest heave, what makes her thighs twitch and her toes curl over. You lose yourself in her taste and her musky scent, new but familiar.

“Oh, fuck you, Munson, I can’t believe you get this tongue all the time,” Chrissy whines, her voice wavering as you delve deeper into her center. 

You swirl your tongue around the edges of her entrance, spreading her lips apart, licking at them like honeysuckle petals. You’re so wrapped up in her you don’t even realize Eddie has left the chaise until you feel the sudden delicious stretch of him pushing inside of you at last. 

Gasps and whimpers fall from your lips right into Chrissy’s folds as he fucks into you. He starts with a steady roll of his hips, but you thrust back against him, chasing more force. He increases his pace, the slapping of his thighs against the backs of your own filling the room, as your lips surround Chrissy’s clit and you suck it like a piece of candy.

“Oh, yes, keep doing that,” Chrissy cries out, her voice jumping an octave in a pleasurable scream. “Just like that, just like that—”

Behind you, Eddie moans and you can feel his reaction as he pulses inside of you. “Jesus Christ, fuck—baby, you’re drenching me,” he exalts.

It doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. You’ve never felt as attractive as you do right now; never as wanted and desired. 

The sounds of both of them fill your head, a symphony of pleasure and praise. You squeeze and clench around Eddie’s cock, milking him for all he’s worth. He feels you getting close and his hand comes around to find your clit and rub the flats of his fingers over it. 

The coil in your belly grows impossibly tight with every pass over the bundle of nerves. He pushes further into you, his cock reaching impossibly deep until he hits that sacred spot within you that has you seeing bright white as you moan into Chrissy. Your orgasm rips through your body, walls gripping Eddie like a vice as his warm release paints your insides.

The sound of him coming is loud and guttural, his hips stuttering and thrusts growing erratic as he loses all control. Still, you do everything you can to maintain your pace on Chrissy. Her hips are squirming, her back arching as she grinds her hips against your lips and tongue.

“I’m so close,” she pants, breathless as her chest heaves. “Y-you’re gonna make me come, you’re making me feel so good—ahh!”

You plant a hand on her lower belly mostly for purchase as you add your fingers and crook them up in search of that spongy wall inside of her, but the pressure causes something else entirely. 

A spray of liquid hits your neck and chest, dribbling down your breasts. Chrissy’s voice goes higher as she rides out her orgasm, her thighs twitching against your ears. Behind you, Eddie’s eyes go round with shock as though he thinks he must be dreaming.

“Was that…did you…did she…”

Answering him seems unnecessary when the evidence is all over your face. Chrissy’s chest and stomach heave as she draws one shuddering breath after another, her high moan dissipating as the waves of her pleasure finally ebbed.

“Ffff-uck, angel, that was amazing.”

“Really?” you ask, looking up at her hopefully.

“Absolutely,” Chrissy hums, content and sated as she lets her head loll back on the pillow.

You look back at Eddie, your eyes big and hopeful. “How are you? You good?”

He bends at the waist and leaves a line of kisses down your spine, the soft ends of his long hair tickling your tingling skin as he does.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” he says, the noise throaty and strained from his efforts. “What about you? Are you okay?”

“Incredible,” you sigh, laying down next to Chrissy and letting your head rest on her shoulder. 

She curls her slender arms around you and her fingers start to stroke the hair at the crown of your head. Eddie heads for the bathroom and returns with two washcloths. One, he hands off to Chrissy and the other he dips between your legs to collect his spend as it’s trickling from your entrance. Once she’s cleaned herself up, Chrissy has you sit up with her and she reaches for one of the waters sitting on the bedside table.

“Good girl,” she sighs as she brings the glass to your lips, her cheeks still flushed and skin all glowy and radiant from her orgasm. 

You can’t imagine ever looking as good as she does after you come. 

She kisses you after you sip, licking the chilled water from your lips before taking a drink of her own. You fall back onto the bed together and Eddie curls up beside you, their arms layering over one another’s as they hold you between them. You roll over after a minute, burying your face in the crook of his neck, Chrissy now curling around you as your big spoon.

“You hungry?” you murmur against his chest. 

“Fucking starved,” Eddie groans, making Chrissy chuckle.

She unwraps her arms from around you and stands to pull her clothes back on, glancing down fondly at the rumpled mess the three of you have made of the bed. As she zips her sweater, she pauses, looking for the first time a little unsure of herself.

“So, um…I guess I should go?” Her eyes dart back and forth between you and Eddie and you pull yourself off him to sit up.

“Do you have to?”

You look up at her plaintively and then back at Eddie, not quite sure what you’re even asking. All you know is you hate the thought of…kicking her out. Making her feel used. Letting her go back to Robin and Nancy’s without anyone to take care of her. God, do you wanna take care of her.

“You should stay, Chris,” Eddie tells her warmly. “Dinner should be done soon and we can watch a movie. Have a cuddle pile on the couch.”

“You sure? We’ve, uh…we’ve never done that before,” she says with a giggle.

It makes you laugh, too. The thought of them balking at something as innocent as cuddling when they’ve watched the other one fuck on multiple occasions. Eddie just shrugs and a smile plays across his lips as he leans in to brush the tip of his nose against yours.

“First time for everything,” he chuckles.

After you eat, you all settle in together on the big sectional sofa. Eddie sits up against the arm and you lay between his legs with your back against his chest and Chrissy draped across your front. It’s a delightfully crushing feeling, having both of them surround you. Eddie’s firm, solid body cradling yours while Chrissy rests her head on your chest and lightly strokes your legs.

You find out they both like to talk during movies and chuckle at the little quips they trade back and forth while you get to sit quietly, happily listening to them. Dinner sits warm in your belly and the heat of both their bodies around you is like the best electric blanket ever. 

About halfway through the movie, you start to crave something sweet. And just as you lift your head to ask if he wants dessert, you see Eddie’s phone is out and he is already DoorDashing ice cream for all three of you.

Pistachio, strawberry and butter pecan.

The sleep you eventually fall into isn’t deep. You let your eyes flutter closed, and your breathing grows even and rhythmic, but you’re conscious enough to feel it when Eddie lifts you off the couch. He carries you down the hall to the bedroom and Chrissy follows, helping him tuck you under the duvet in the center of the bed. 

“I’ll call her tomorrow,” she says, her voice hushed in the dark room.

“You can just stay the night if you want,” Eddie whispers to her. “She’ll be bummed if she wakes up and you’re not here”

You have to resist the urge to chuckle at all the domesticity you’re overhearing.

“I’m so happy for you, Ed,” Chrissy hums. “You guys are great together. Really solid.”

Eddie just smiles in response and holds a finger to his lips, shooting you a cautious glance to make sure you’re still asleep. He leads Chrissy to the closet and you hear the soft creak of the door opening as he ushers her inside. There’s a light rustling as he searches for something in the pocket of one of his blazers—the only hiding place he felt certain you wouldn’t find.

“Ohhh,” Chrissy mewls at whatever he shows her. “It’s perfect.”

“Thanks for the idea about getting her size. I thought she might have noticed the ring was missing, but she never said anything.”

“I’m so glad that’s the one you went with, it really suits her. When are you gonna ask?”

“I talked to Robin and Nance about having a dinner thing when they get back. Their patio is so nice with the lights and the pool and the fire pit and everything. And Jon will be there — I asked him about taking pictures. Will you still be in town? I think she’d like you to be there.”

“Of course,” Chrissy says. “Maybe we can go get our nails done that day.”

“That’s perfect.” Eddie exhales, breath coming out slightly shaky as he sucks in another. “And she…she’ll say ‘yes,’ right?”

“Oh, Ed…” Chrissy lets out a soft sigh and you’d bet anything she’s rubbing his arm. “Definitely,” she tells him. “There’s no doubt in my mind.”

[unamused-boss]

The Player and The Cheerleader

Billy Hargrove x Cheerleader Reader

Summary: All Billy thinks cheerleading is that's it's just flips and splits. The view changes when he has a run in with a certain Hawkins High School cheerleader.

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Billy didn't care for anyone by any means. Either it be in Indiana or California. If he doesn't see you as someone worth his time then he didn't talk to you or give you the time of day. One of those groups in specific were cheerleaders. From his point of view they were only pretty girls to look at, that's pretty much how everyone treated the cheerleader at this point. Pretty things to look at.

The cheerleaders sometimes had to share the gym with the basketball team. Which did peeve some the guys on the team but as long as the cheerleaders were pretty they could handle it. But there was one odd ball on the cheer team, the captain. Always mouthing off the players when they got to close to the cheerleaders or a ball got to close to hitting one of them.

"Hey! Shit for brains!" A voice can be heard from then other side of the gym. "I thought the point of the game was to get the ball in the basket?!"

"Jeezu..." Tommy huffed. "Can you seriously be pissed about the same thing every time? It's just a ball." He answered to you. Clearly tired of your constant shouting at the basketball team when a ball would go the wrong way.

"And it's just balls between your legs, and they can just as easily deflate." You sassed back. To Billy, it was almost comical to watch. You with the tough guy act, puffing up your chest to a dude way taller than you with colorful pompoms in each hand on your hips.

"What a bitch..." Tommy huffed again.

"Oh get over it." Billy snapped. "What's captain pompoms gonna do?" He laughed at his own statement. Like said before he found the whole conversation comical-

WHAM!

A basketball went flying right into Billy Hargroves head. He snapped his head around to see the who had the nerve to hit him. His eyes met with captain pompoms. The two had a stare off. That's what it felt like for the rest of practice. The two practically eyeing each other the entire time.

After that stunt was over, after constant staring at one another, Billy had only one reaction in mind. A big one.

The next day followed. Billy knew where he could cut you off and corner you, in-between Mr. Johnson's chemistry class and Mrs. Shoffer's English literature class. It happened fast no one could react to it, actually you doubt anyone saw it happen. What you thought was just another normal day of school turned out to be more than that. A harsh hold took your arm, taking you away from the crowd into the more secluded part of the hall. Where you came face to face with a fuming Billy. His jaw was clenched and eyes held anger.

"What, you think you're real funny for the shit you pulled yesterday?" He interrogated. "Try it again see what fuckin happens..." His threats did not stop. Well his empty threats. As much as you are terrified of what he could do, you knew he'd never act on them. Your brave front was standing strong. Taking in every threat, comment, and remark he could throw at you. To get a reaction, if you were a guy you would have answered with your fists at his first remark. But you are not. You are you. You knew the exact thing that would make him even more angry.

" You are nothing but scuff on the gym floor, and that's all you will be."

Billy did not like that one bit. Who does this bitch think she is? His fist rose into the air, readying to strike. The force came down, you felt the air brush past your face, to only make contact with a metal locker. The sound ricocheted through the hall.

You open up your eyes. Now, again, staring at him. Anger was not held in his eyes anymore. If was fear and sadness, to you it was peculiar expression to see on his face. The actions that just happened finally caught up to you, you inhale deeply not knowing you stopped breathing. Everything caught up to you.

SLAP! Your hand came down, striking Billy Hargrove in the face. Hard enough to leave a mark. Not knowing that one had just been healed from another hand. "What the hell is your problem?" You yelled, agitated. "God, you fuckin creep." You make your way back to your class leaving Billy stunned. He didn't know what to do. He has never had someone react to him like that before. It intrigued him. He had an interest in you now.

After that encounter Billy made it his mission yo agitate you as much as possible. I mean, how else are you supposed to show someone you like them. From poking you with a pencil in class, purposefully missing the hoop so the ball bounces into your direction, anything at all just so you could look at him. He was succeeding and he was royally pissing you off. Until on fateful autumn day, everyone had gone home for the day. Except for the extracurriculars that took place after school. Two of those being basketball and cheer practice. Just as the practices were about to start, Billy took notice that you weren't with the cheer team. Which he thought was odd, but instead he chose to go smoke a cigarette before practice. He made his way to the small alley like way that was outside the gym that lead to the track field. And the sight before him made him stop in his tracks. there you stood cheer practice outfit and all with a lit cigarette hanging from your lip.

"I thought cheerleaders didn't smoke?" Billy joked to you, giving you his famous smirk.

"And I thought shit stayed in toilets, but I guess I was wrong since you're here." You said taking a huff of your cig.

"Damn, always ready with a comeback are you?" Billy said, lighting his cigarette.

"Why are you messing with me Hargrove?"

"Ouch, last name basis now sweets?"

"Shut up." You won't deny it, that dumb nickname that he started calling you grew on you. "Is this because of me smacking you?"

"No."

"Was it me hitting you with a basketball?"

"No." He said blankly again.

"Then what is it?"

Billy took a huff of his cigarette then looked you in your eyes. No hate or anger, something you can only describe as adoration.

"I find you interesting." Was his only answer.

"What?" you were confused by this answer. What was so interesting about you that made Billy intrigued. " Your like curious about me or something?"

"Exactly."

"You know curiosity killed the cat, Hargrove." You sassed.

"And satisfaction brought it back, and I am not satisfied yet so get used to me sweets." He said taking his cig a stomping it out onto the ground walking away.

You grumbled at his response, inhaling the last of your cigarette with blushing cheeks. Stomping out your cigarette then making your way into practice. 'Why does this asswipe make me blush'.

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Weeks of this teasing have gone by. Everyday Billy would find a new way to make you mad, blush, or embarrassed to get a reaction out of you. He claimed "It's because you so cute." Which made you blush even more. Gosh, you couldn't stand half of the guys at this school. Why was Billy the only one making you feel this way?

Truth be told, Billy had seen you around way before he had met you. How you walk down the hall with your head held high, looking away in disgust at the "popular" kids, over all not conforming to what a cheerleader is by Hawkins view point. You fought, yelled, got in people faces. Billy love all of it, it made him excited. Excited to talk to you and ask you questions, even ones you deem are stupid. All he wanted to do was to be around you. Damn, he loved it in a way.

Practice had ended for the day leading off into the weekend. A light rain pour had come down, everyone else had a ride to get them home. Everyone except you, well you did but he was running very late. Billy made his way outside to find you standing in the walk way waiting to be picked up. Cigarette hanging from your mouth.

"What are you doing here?" Billy asked.

"Waiting." You simply put.

"Do you want a ride?" He asked.

"No, I have a ride." You said. "But he's running late."

"What your boyfriend?" Billy said, the words had jealousy behind them.

"No." You sighed. "My brother you dipshit."

"oh..." He sighed. A silence fell between you two. Not uncomfortable, but nice enough for you two to be around each other. But Billy had something building in his stomach, a nervous feeling. He hated it. He needed to tell you something.

"Hey." He called to you, you turn your head to face him. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened."

"What?" You were confused by what he just said.

"I said I'm sorry, did you not hear me?" Billy said, He turned his body to face you. "I said I'm sorry." You just stood there silent. Still taking in the fact he is saying sorry. "I'm sorry that I almost punched you into a locker. I realized I was acting like someone I didn't want to be, and you calling me on my shit. It made me look at you differently. I noticed more about you. How you always make sure the other cheerleaders are okay, how you genuinely care about the people you have around you, and you don't take any shit. And- shit I'm bad at this." He's now embarrassed by everything he just said. Heat rises to his cheeks and ears.

You step toward him, placing your hand on his arm. "I thought you were doing pretty well." You smiled, comforting him in a way. He just looked at you. You never smiled at him directly but now that your smile was intended for him. 'damn' He wants you to smile at him all the time.

"Do you want to go on a date?" He asked straight out. You were shocked by his forwardness, but not entirely surprised.

"You want to go on a date with me?"

"Hell yeah, why wouldn't I?" He made it seem like you were speaking a different language. "Listen one date is all I ask, her if you still think I'm a piece of shit I'll stop everything that I'm doing."

Your smile grew even wider. "I would love to go on a date with you Billy."

"Dang, back on first name basis already? Looks like I'm getting a second date already." He joked to you, in turn caused you to laugh.

For the remainder of your time you and Billy talked till you had been picked up. You both talked about anything and everything. It was pure bliss, you loved every second of it. You both were abruptly interrupted by the honking of your brothers car.mYou said your goodbyes to make your way to the car. The smile that held your face did not drop. I didn't drop on Billy's either, when getting home Max found it incredibly disturbing to see her step brother so giddy.

That following night Billy arrived to your house to take you on your promised date. Which one date turned into another and another and another. Till it reached throughout the whole school that Billy Hargrove and the cheer captain were finally official. With many guys questioning Billy as to why he picked you out of everyone, to which he said if they insulted you again he had no problem with dealing with them himself. Girls just snuffed their noses up to you since you now made Billy officially off the market. Not like you cared, he's your boyfriend now and you have him all to yourself. So you could say everything did work out in the end. You and Billy have each other.

"So I guess we have Tommy to thank since he is the reason we met?" You joked.

"Hell no, I would have went after you even if you didn't hit me with that basket ball." He smirk.

"Jeez, you are something Billy." You smiled, leaning into him to seal your lips in a kiss. Yeah, nothing could beat this.

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Forever - Chrissy Cunningham [1/2]

Stranger Things Masterlist

Part two

Part one - two (French version)

Summary : You're enjoying your relationship with Chrissy during the summer but as you get closer to September, it gets harder and harder to see Chrissy when all you want to do is say 'I love you' for the first time.

Warnings : angst, sad ending, some internalised homophobia, break up, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 4.1k

Song inspiration : Single In September by Zolita

The sunlight forces you to open your eyes. You see the sun is up in the blue sky, you understand the day has started a few hours ago. Your eyes land on Chrissy’s face in front of you, she’s still peacefully sleeping. You look at her face illuminated by the sunshine and you tell yourself you could get used to it. You could get used to the idea of waking up with Chrissy next to you for the rest of your life. Chrissy moves slowly, making a strand of hair fall on her face. You get closer and put her hair back in place. When she feels your touch, Chrissy stirs from sleep before opening her eyes and seeing you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” you mutter and Chrissy shakes her head.

“You’ve been awake for a long time ?” she questions with a sleepy voice.

“Only for a minute.”

“What time is it ?”

“Almost 10 A.M.” you answer, making her frown.

“Aren’t you supposed to meet Eddie at 10 ?”

“Yeah, but we can still lay in bed.” you affirm taking her in your arms.

“I’d love to but if you want to be on time to see your best friend, you’ll have to leave soon and I have to start packing anyway.”

“Are you trying to kick me out of your house ?”

“No, I’m just trying to protect your friendship. Besides, I don’t want to give him another reason to hate me.” Chrissy specifies while getting out of bed.

“He doesn’t hate you.”

“He doesn’t like popular.”

“He doesn’t like bullies.”, you correct, “You, you’re a nice person, no matter if you’re popular or not so he likes you. And even if he didn’t, he doesn’t get a say.”

“He’s still your best friend.”

“Anyway”, you shut it off, leaving the bed, “I’m gonna go get ready because someone absolutely wants me out of her place.”

Chrissy doesn’t even try to respond to your dramatic sentence, she only kisses your cheek. Then, you exit the room with your toiletries. 

When you’re ready, you go back to Chrissy and find her, the nose stuck in her closet, and many clothes are spread out on her bed and others are folded in a suitcase. Chrissy goes on vacation the next day for two weeks. You’re a little bit apprehensive about it, because you’re not going to see each other and it’s already complicated for you two to share moments together.

“Do you know if you’ll be able to call me ?” you ask, nervously.

“I’m not sure, but I think it’ll be complicated. My parents always choose an American backwater, even more lost than Hawkins, to be sure they cut themselves from work. If I have access to a phone, I’ll call you as soon as possible, promise.” Chrissy assures you as she takes your hands in hers.

“I don’t doubt it. I just hope I won’t be busy at work when you’ll be able to call me.”

“We’ll find a way to talk.”

Chrissy takes you in her arms to comfort you. You get lost in her embrace, enjoying the feeling of her body against yours for the last time until she comes back from vacation. When you break the hug, you kiss passionately, as if you wanted to share two weeks worth of love in one kiss. When you’re out of air, you press your lips against her right cheek before taking your bag and leaving Chrissy’s. 

When you arrive at Eddie’s, you find him waiting for you in front of his trailer, a cigarette in his hand. As soon as he sees you, he has a faux-angry expression on his face while he points at an imaginary watch on his wrist.

“We agreed on 10, not 10:30 A.M.”

“You’re one to talk !”, you retort, “Do I need to remind you I had to mess up with your clocks last year to make sure you’ll be on time for your exams ?”

“Yeah, but high school is not a best friend. Come on, I have to talk to you about my next campaign, I need your advice.”, he states while putting his arm around your shoulders and dragging you in his trailer. “I suppose Chrissy is the reason why you’re late.”

“She leaves tomorrow for two weeks so I had to enjoy every second we had together. Besides, if it had been up to me, I would have stayed in her arms.” you admit while sitting on the kitchen table.

“Awn, look who’s being all cheesy about her crush for the school cheerleader.” Eddie mocks while pinching your cheeks.

“If you want my help, you better stop.” you threaten fakely as you get your head out of his grip.

“I’m just teasing you, I can see how happy you are with her.”

“More than happy, actually ! I… I think, no,” you start with a smile, “I know I'm in love with her, Eddie. I know it might sound stupid to say that, it could be a puppy love but I’d like to think she’s the love of my life. When I woke up this morning, I just wanted one thing : to stay next to her forever.”

“You should tell her.”

“I’m going to, when she’ll get back.”, you inform, determined, “It’ll be the perfect moment because my parents will leave for their own vacations so I’ll be able to set something special to tell her. She probably won’t say it back because we’ve been dating for five months only and she still tries to figure things out, it’s the first time she’s with a girl, after all, but I want to tell her.”, you announce as Eddie looks at you with an affectionate smile. “Anyway, we’re not here to talk about my relationship with Chrissy.” you finish and take Eddie’s notebook to help him.

Since Chrissy left, you haven’t received any news. You haven’t received a phone call either at home or at work. When you started working at Hawkins’ Diner, you gave her your number in case she’d need it, but apparently, she isn’t going to use it in the next few days. She told you she’d struggle to contact you, you shouldn’t be surprised, but you can’t help but feel an ache in your heart. You miss her. You want to hear her voice, at least. Therefore, you try to keep your mind busy, hoping you won’t think about her. It’s a failure ; so, you’ve started counting days until she comes back. When the day finally arrives, you wait to come home from work to call her. You’ve thought about it the whole day but you didn’t know when Chrissy would arrive so you waited until the end of your shift. 

When you’ve dialled Chrissy’s number, you wait with the phone on your right hand while your left one is playing with the wire. You think no one is going to answer you but Chrissy picks up the phone at the very last second. When you hear her voice, your heart misses a beat. Oh, how much you’ve missed her voice !

“Hey, it’s Y/N. I’m not bothering you, aren’t I ?” you ask her.

“No, don’t worry. I just finished unpacking.”

“You’re part of the people who unpack as soon as they arrive ? Why am I not surprised ?”, you point out, making her laugh, “So, how were your vacations ?”

“Pretty good. I had a lovely time with my parents and my brother.”

“I want you to tell me everything ! Do you want to meet tomorrow ? It’s my day off.”

“I would have loved to, but the trip back to Hawkins was exhausting, I think I’m going to rest tomorrow and I need to start getting my stuff ready for University, too.” she answers, yawning.

“Oh…,” you say, disappointed, “we can meet another day ? You know my schedule, call me when you’re free.” you propose.

“I’ll do it.”

“Great. I’m not gonna bother you any longer, I lo…,” you start before correcting you, “I’ll let you rest, good night.”

“‘Night to you, too.”

It took more than a week for you and Chrissy to find the perfect day to hang out. Either you were working or Chrissy had something to do for her parents or University. It was such a struggle to plan something you’ve noticed Chrissy was busier than you even though she’s not working. When you finally managed to find a day for your date, you had a big smile on your face for the remainder of the day, Eddie teased you a lot about it. 

When the day of your date finally comes, you try to hide your excitement. Not being close to her for three weeks was a real torture. You even started to wonder how you were going to do it once you’d be at University. Chrissy is going to New York while you’ll leave for Los Angeles. In other words, you’ll be on the opposite side of the country. When you got your answers for your higher education, you understood pretty quickly it would be a challenge you will gladly take up because she was worth it, you were optimistic, you would manage it for sure. Of course, it won’t be a pleasure cruise, but you’ll try. You’ve been in love with Chrissy for so long you’re not going to let her slip through your fingers so easily. That’s why this summer, you’ve decided to spend every second together. The past three weeks made you lose precious time, but you’re determined to make it up. As your parents finally left for their vacations, you’ve been pestering her to find a moment to meet.

When the day finally comes, you have everything planned. She’s going to spend the night at your place and you want it to be special, especially because you want to confess you're in love with her. Everything must be perfect. 

You hear somebody knocking on the door so you run to open to Chrissy. When you close the door behind her, you kiss her without wasting a second. Chrissy kisses you back but quickly breaks it off. You hold yourself back from frowning because of her actions. The kiss seems different, with less passion. Maybe she doesn’t want to wait to make up for lost time ? Chrissy puts her bag next to the entrance and you drag her to the living room.

“I’ve planned everything for tonight.”, you start showing her the living room table, “I rented your favourite movies at Family Video, I took your favourite snacks and I made you favourite dish for tonight.”

“You shouldn’t have gone out of your way for me.” Chrissy states.

“I just want us to have a good time.” you smile.

Strangely, Chrissy seems embarrassed, she’s playing with her necklace.

“I don’t deserve you, thanks.”

With red cheeks, Chrissy pecks your lips. At this point, you want to tell her you love her. You open your mouth but Chrissy cuts you off.

“Let’s watch a movie.”

You nod, taken aback. You take her hand and lead her to sit on the couch. You take the TV remote and start the first movie, you had prepared it before she arrived. When the credits start, you cuddle against Chrissy, taking her hand in yours. You don’t pay attention to the beginning of the movie, thinking about when you’ll be able to confess your feelings. In your head, you had everything set up, you were supposed to tell her before starting the movie so you’d be sure to not chicken out. Finally, you tell yourself you’ll do it once the movie is over. You already know what you’re going to say so when you’ll be able to talk to her, you’ll just have to confess.

As time goes by, you feel Chrissy shifting position on the couch, she moves so far away from you that her hand leaves yours. You don’t react, thinking she just wants to be comfortable. At one point, you notice Chrissy is distracted even if her eyes are on the TV. You’re about to say something when Chrissy asks you to pause the movie, because she needs to use the bathroom, and you do. While waiting for her, you tell yourself it’s time to tell her. You don’t want to waste another second. Chrissy comes back on the couch and sits down in a way to be in front of you. You both take a deep breath before talking at the same time.

“I have to tell you something.”

“Sorry, you first.” you laugh while Chrissy scratches her neck.

“No, you go.”

“You’re the guest, you should start.”

“Ok,” she sighs, avoiding your gaze for a second, “Look, about our relationship, I’ve been thinking and we shouldn’t rush it.”

“What do you mean ? I thought we were taking it slow, I’m sorry if I took things too fast.” you apologise and Chrissy shakes her head.

“It’s not that. I’m still trying to figure things out and I don’t want to waste your time.” Chrissy tries to explain and you frown.

“You’re not wasting my time. I know you’re trying to figure out who you are and I have no problem with it.”

“No, Y/N, you don’t understand. I need to be alone, to finally understand and accept myself. I don’t want to hurt you because I’m lost.”

“You’re about to hurt me with what you're about to say.”, you correct as anxiety rises in your stomach. “Chrissy, I totally get it. I’ve been there before, I know the importance of understanding yourself, I’m still trying to understand who I am sometimes. I get you more than you think, so please don’t break this off.”, you beg her, taking her hands, “Did something happen during your vacation to make you reconsider us ?”

“No, like I said, I’ve just been thinking and I’ve come to the conclusion it’s the best thing to do. Besides, with Uni, we’ll never be able to see each other. We already struggle when we’re in Hawkins, so in two different States ? It’ll be worse.”

“But we can try.”, you stammer, holding your tears back, “I can come visit you, you can come visit me in L.A and we can see each other when we’re in Hawkins during the holidays and we can also call each other every day.”

“It’ll only work for a few weeks.”, she insists while her voice breaks, “I think we should live our lives individually to understand ourselves better and also our relationship, we’ll even be able to know if this thing is really right. Maybe you need it as well without realising it. We can always meet up again when we're more mature, after our studies.” she proposes and you shake your head taking your hands out of hers.

“Why do you want to wait when we could have something right now ?”

Chrissy’s heart broke as soon as she heard you contain a sob. She knew doing this would be hard, but she thought about this for several weeks, hoping it wouldn’t be the right decision. Unfortunately, it is. As much as she doesn't want to be the cause of such a pain, her struggles and her fears made her realise she has to break things up with you. Deep down, she doesn't want to wait, but she knows she needs to prioritise herself in order to not destroy what you have.

“I think it’s best if we wait before going farther in our relationship because we need to evolve individually. Especially because we’ll be far away from Hawkins, we’ll be able to discover ourselves without the family pressure. We should enjoy this moment at University to have new experiences, even kiss some girls, for example.”

“But I don’t want to kiss some girls. I only want to kiss you, Chrissy.”, you retort, standing up from the couch, “Chrissy, I… I love you.” you admit, surprising her.

“You do ?” she mumbles.

“Of course, don’t you ? Maybe not ‘love’ but don’t you at least have some kind of feelings for me after all these months together ?” you question, your lips trembling.

“Y/N, I…,” she starts with a pleading look, “try to understand me, please.”

You raise your hand to make her stop talking while your eyes are filled with tears. Chrissy stays silent, not knowing what to do to make the situation less painful. She tries to get closer to you but you take a step back before running to your room. You close the door behind you, panting as you try not to cry. Yet, when you hear the front door, you break down. Reality finally hits you and your heart shatters in a million pieces, almost making you sick. Your breathing is jerky while your cheeks are wet from your tears. You end up on your bed, not having the energy to stand up anymore. You keep crying for many hours. When your breathing finally calms down, you take your phone and dial your best friend’s number. Your vision is still blurry because of your tears when you ask him to come to you before hanging up and crying some more.

Your tears have finally stopped running down your cheeks when Eddie enters your room like a shot. He sees you rolled up in a ball under your cover, he takes big steps toward you. He lifts the cover and holds back his tears when he sees your puffy eyes. You throw yourself in his arms, sobbing again. Eddie tries to calm you down by stroking your back. When he feels like you’re able to talk, he asks you what is the cause of such sorrow. Without waiting, you explain everything in detail. You tell him how Chrissy broke your heart when it was supposed to be a romantic moment in your relation. You finish explaining everything by repeating again and again “she didn’t even try to run after me when I left”, “she doesn’t love me”, “I mean nothing to her”. Eddie knows nothing he could tell you could be of help, so he keeps holding you against him until you fall asleep.

The next two days, you’re numb. Eddie made you leave your bed, forcing you to go to your couch, after he tidied up everything you had prepared. You stay in your living room, only moving when you shift position or when you need to use the bathroom. The week-end is finally here, you don’t need to go to work and you’re happy about it, you don’t know how you could have been focused, you can’t even pay attention to what Eddie is saying. He tries to take your mind off things by talking about his next campaign. He knows you’ll talk with him about what you feel when you’ll be ready to talk about it so he avoids the ‘Chrissy’ subject as much as he can. Since she left, you haven’t gotten a call from her. The night of your break up, you were hoping she would call you and tell you how much she regrets it. You wanted her to tell you how much she loved you, she didn’t want to lose you, she wanted to be with you forever, but the telephone never rang. Eddie took the telephone away from your eyes, fearing you might end up blowing it up with your stare.

A new day without Chrissy is almost over and you sigh once more. You watch the TV with Eddie next to you. When you hear a knock on the door, he stands up rubbing his hands together, already imagining the taste of the pizza in his throat. Before opening the  door, he looks through the window and marks a pause when he doesn’t see the pizza delivery driver but Chrissy looking around as she holds something in her hands. Eddie comes back to you running. You turn your head to him as you see him frenetic.

“Chrissy is here !” he shouts, confusing you.

“What ?”

“You heard me. Chrissy is here and I think she has something in her hands.”

“Oh God !”

You get out of your blanket and jump out of the couch. You run toward the entrance. In spite of yourself, you can’t help but have some hope. With what Eddie told you, you’re already imagining her with a bouquet and a sorry expression on her face. You’re convinced that everything is about to be better. Before opening the door, you tidy yourself up quickly by looking at yourself in the mirror. When you’re satisfied with the result, you open the door and discover Chrissy, a box in her hands.

“Hey,” she breathes out, embarrassed, “I’m sorry to bother you, I know I’m probably the last person you want to see right now but I wanted to give you back this.”, Chrissy informs handing you the box that you take, “It’s the stuff you left at my place. I thought you’d want to have them back.”

Her sentence is like another stab in your chest. All your hope vanishes in an instant. You hold back your tears and avoid her gaze by looking at the content of the box.

“I…,” you start with a broken voice, “I also have some of your stuff in my room.”

Without answering, Chrissy follows you. You go upstairs under the curious gaze of Eddie that you ignore. When you’re in your room, you go to your closet where you put Chrissy’s stuff in a container as well. You didn’t plan on giving it back to her now, you had just put it away in the course of your relationship because you didn’t want her to lose anything. However, Chrissy seems in a hurry to put you behind so you hand her the box without looking at her. While she takes it, Chrissy’s fingers brush yours. When you’re sure she has it in hands, you quickly put your arms behind you as if her touch had burnt you. You wait for Chrissy to go but she stays in front of you. You finally dare to look at her and see her teary eyes.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I’ve hurt you. I wish things could be different, but it’s the best thing to do. We need to be realistic, it was bound to happen,” Chrissy justifies, you stay quiet, “I’m deeply sorry. Please, Y/N, talk to me, I don’t want us to be over while you’re mad at me.”

“It’s not an excuse I wish you were telling me.”, you end up saying while finally looking at her, “I wish you’d say another thing instead of a goodbye.”

“It’s not a goodbye, like I said we can still meet after we finish our studies.”, she assures you but you don’t believe her, “It doesn’t mean what we have is over, it just means we’re taking a break from it so we can live new things but we will meet later.”

“And what can assure me you won’t be with someone else by then ? We all know when we say that, we don’t mean it. We won’t see each other again. What you’re saying is not a real promise.” you retort, crossing your arms on your chest and tearing up.

“For me, it is. We will see each other again when we’ll grow up.” 

Chrissy puts down the container and walks to your desk. She takes a piece of paper and a pen before writing something. She folds it before uncrossing your arms, taking your left hand and squeezing it while giving you the paper.

“I swear to you.” Chrissy says looking you in the eyes.

You hold her hand with all your strength, despite the piece of paper, you take your time to appreciate her touch one last time. You wish you could stop time to make sure she won’t leave you again. 

Unfortunately, she pulls her hands out of yours, leaving the paper between your fingers and taking back the box. Chrissy looks at you one last time before walking out of your room. Your eyes land down on your left hand. Your vision gets more and more blurry while you’re unfolding the piece of paper carefully. With a tear running down your cheek, you read Chrissy’s delicate writing : 

“Let’s meet again on this day six years from now at Lover’s Lake. No matter what will happen, you’ll have my heart, forever.

Chrissy.”

Part two

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happy together |yandere!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: your and eddie's date at the hideout leads to uncovered pasts, from both of you. or part two of the yandere!eddie series.

contains: very dark fic! yandere!eddie. obsessive and posessive eddie. alludes to past violence, past relationship trauma, mean!eddie. parental trauma. alcohol. language. smut. oral (male and fem receiving), pinvsex. manipulative eddie. stalking. obsession. very dark. minors dni!!

“I’m not really sure I’m the right girl for this.” Nervous smiles, tugging at the ends of her sweater, a blonde ponytail bouncing with every turn of her head, scanning the room. “‘M not a big punk rock kinda girl.” 

“Good thing it’s metal then, right?” Eddie grinned, knee bouncing on the wooden stool. “C’mon, they’re not gonna mosh you or some shit. Just here to listen to music.” If only he’d known then, that’s not why Chrissy was so nervous, why she pulled and twisted the sleeves of her sweater furiously, chin ducked to her chest the entire night. 

“Hey, this is really good.” You giggled, the crystal trill of your giddy tone pulling Eddie out of his daze. There was no nervous blonde in front of him- no, there was an angel sitting across from him, giving him a bright smile that he was sure was melting him to his very core. 

“Is it?” Eddie’s voice cracked, wobblier than he would have liked. His knee still bounced on the wooden stool, trying to down his beer so he’d loosen up, enough to not shake so much but not too much- he couldn’t risk getting too drunk. 

“Yeah.” You nodded, tipping the rim of the martini glass to your lips, your lipstick stain printed on the rim. Eddie had never been so envious of a glass. 

“Really good. Excellent choice.” You praised, leaving Eddie blushing under your sweet words. “What’s this called again?” 

“Uh, a casio- no cosmo.” Eddie stuttered, fingers drumming on the sticky wood of the table top. “I’ll be honest, I just asked Katrina to make somethin’ good for you.” 

 “Well, my compliments to Katrina.” You giggled, sliding the glass towards Eddie. “You want a taste?” 

His heart jumped, eyes focused on the lipstick stain on the rim. The thought of putting his lips where yours were, it was too much for him, sending his body into overdrive. “S-Sure,” Eddie swallowed, picking the glass up. His lips barely brushing where your lipstick was, casual enough that he hoped you wouldn’t see the tremble in his hands. 

The vodka burned down his throat, singed his nose, swirling with the sweetness of the mixer. “Mm,” Eddie swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Shit, that is good.” 

You grinned, hands brushing when you took your drink back, both of your chins ducking with nervous excitement. There was a pause, a dreaded fill of silent tension falling between the two of you. 

Say something, Munson. Fucking say something, anything. But he couldn’t, he could barely form a thought. His mind cruelly wandered back to her, the night playing on a humiliating loop in the back of his head. 

“So,” You saved him, head lolling sweetly in your hand, a little drunk, a little silly. “You know if you wanted to take me out, you didn’t have to switch shifts with Brenda.” 

Eddie’s heart stopped, halted with thundering fear, body stilling. “W-What?” Eddie managed to squeeze the word through his tightening throat. 

Your lips tightened in a smile, fingertips tracing over the wood table. “Brenda told me about how you took her shift.” You admitted. “That you probably did it so you could ask me out.” 

Eddie’s cheeks flamed, the familiar ringing crescendoing in the back of his mind. Chrissy’s face morphing into yours, her look of horror and disgust taking over your own features. “I would never be with you, you’re a fucking freak! Do you hear me? Leave me alone! You’re a freak!” 

“Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to- I just meant,” Nerves blossomed in your own veins, hands wringing under the table. “I-I meant, you didn’t have to take her shift. I woulda-” Eddie blinked, eyes still wide, rounded like he’d been caught. “I would have gone out with you anyways.” 

Eddie’s body halted again, the raging screams of Chrissy, the deafening ringing in his ears, all stilled at your soft tone. “Y-You would’ve?” Eddie whispered. 

“Well, yeah.” You admitted, eyes cutting sweetly up to him. “I mean, yeah, I would have. You’re always sweet, and nice, and funny, and- yeah, I would’ve gone out with you. I’m having a really good time.” 

Eddie thought he might float away. His heart, his head filled with such a light, airy feeling that he’d gone positively boneless. “I-I’m having a good time too.” He ducked his head down, hoping you couldn’t see the rushing flush of red on his cheeks. 

“How did you-” Eddie stopped himself, taking a breath so his mind could still. He couldn’t ramble, his ramblings got him in trouble, showed too much. “Did Brenda tell you?” Eddie’s knee bounced faster, trying to stop his hands from twirling his rings around, nervous fidgeting. 

You smiled softly. “Yeah,” You nodded softly. “I mean, I brought up that we were going… out tonight. And she just kinda mentioned it.” You paused, looking down at your drink, twirling the black straw around the glass. An unsure pause filled the two of you, awkwardly floating around you in still uncertainty. 

“She, uh- Brenda, she said she used to date your uncle?” You tried again, stomach flipping, filling with dread. This was a mistake, you’d hoped that cynical voice nagging in the back of your head would have been wrong. 

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, calculated breaths, deep in, deep out, trying to calm his jolted nerves. The long drink you took didn’t help, looking around at the other bar patrons awkwardly. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Munson, get your head out of your fuckin’ ass, and do this right! Planned this shit for weeks, and now you’re gonna fuck it all up. 

“They dated for a while.” Eddie added, picking up his own beer. His hands shook when he lifted the bottle to his lips. “I, uh, I had just moved in with my uncle when they started dating.” 

“Are they still dating?” You pressed, hoping to keep the conversation going. 

“No,” Eddie shook his head lightly. “No, they broke up like years ago, but uh, she’s always been nice to me. Got me this job, so…” Eddie threw his hands out slightly, knee bouncing rapidly. 

Your eyes cut away, back down to your drink, twiddling with the straw awkwardly. Eddie’s ribs were constricting in the tightness of his own chest, sure the bones were about to tear through flesh. His hands clammy, fingers swelling around the silver rings on his fingers. 

“She, uh- Brenda, she was kinda like a second mom to me, after my mom,” Eddie’s throat tightened, eyes on the ring of condensation left behind by his beer. “After she passed.” 

“Oh,” Your face fell, eyes rounding sympathetically- a look he’d grown so used to, but seeing it on your features didn’t leave quite the same acidic disdain in his mouth. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that.” Your teeth tugged on your lip. 

“Yeah, it’s not- it’s fine. I mean, it was a while ago.” Eddie’s knee shook, sure he was rattling off the barstool’s laddering step. “Anyways, I went to live with my Uncle for a while a-and he was with Brenda. She’s always looking out for me.” Always, even when she shouldn’t, Eddie’s mind said what he didn’t, ringing loud in his thoughts. 

“That’s good. That you have her.” You smiled softly, Eddie’s heart soared. “She’s really nice. I like working with her a lot.” 

“Yeah, me too.” Eddie nodded, the tightness in his chest easing, even at the pause. “What about you?” 

Your eyes met his with an unsettling suddency, wide and urgent. Eddie’s brow raised before he could still it. “W-What?” Your stuttering squeak piqued his interests, sending him soaring into bouts of curiosity. 

“I mean, what about your family? Back home?” Eddie’s tone was level, an uneasy kind of calmness that left you consumed with vulnerability. 

“O-Oh,” Your hands twisted under the table, picking the black polish that smudged over your cuticles. “It’s not much, honestly.” 

Eddie nodded slowly, eyes scanning your features. The way you swallowed anxiously, chewing the inside of your lip. “Fucked up home life?” Eddie grinned playfully. Your eyes lifted back to him. “Sorry, that was- I’m just saying, I get it. You don’t have to tell me, but if you ever wanted someone to talk to, it doesn’t get more dysfunctionally fucked than the Munson’s.” 

“No, it’s not that.” You shook your head gently. “No, I’m- I was really close with my family. I just, I don’t get to see them much now anymore.” 

Eddie swallowed his words, the urge to jump and demand to know more, to scare you with his prying. He couldn’t do that, not again. Girls didn’t like that, he’d learned that. 

Instead he stayed silent, watching you fidget around. “I-I moved when I was eighteen.” Your eyes stayed on the table. “I, uh, I moved with my… They didn’t want me to leave. They wanted me to stay and go to college. My dad really wanted me too, and-and when I didn’t… We just kinda lost contact?” The words tumbled out of you, lungs squeezing them out, wringing them from your chest like a soapy rag. 

“I used to talk to my mom a lot, but… I don’t know. It got kinda weird, ya know?” Your own knee bounced now, eyes rounding to his, in a face that was all too familiar. 

“My mom, she was just really hard on me. I-I don’t think she meant to be, but…” Visions of Chrissy’s same troubled face meshed with yours, her words ringing like sirens in his mind. 

“Yeah, no, I get that.” Eddie swallowed, blinking hard to get her face off of yours. Insulting, Munson, comparing her to you. 

“So, you don’t talk to them much anymore?” Eddie pressed. 

Your head shook. “No, I-I mean I’m sure they would if I would call.” Your heart drummed in your ears. “T-They don’t know how to reach me, so… I’d have to call them, a-and it’s just a mess.” 

Eddie’s spine tingled, icy pricklings of curiosity. Your parents didn’t know? Didn’t know you moved all alone? You said you were close, had pictures of them in your bedroom, but why? What weren’t you telling him? 

Eddie didn’t pry, simply nodding, grabbing his beer. “No, I get that.” He nodded. “I get the messy thing.” You lifted your own drink, gulping down the rest of it, wincing at the burn of vodka down your throat. 

Silence fell over the two of you again, a lingering awkwardness in the air that had Eddie’s stomach turning. 

Whoever called alcohol liquid courage, might’ve been a genius; Eddie had decided that. Three beers in, his hand was on your waist, head banging and rocking with you in the middle of the crowd. Surprisingly full and packed tonight, Eddie was thankful, it broke up some of the uncomfortableness. It only took your two more drinks to fully loosen up, teetering on tipsy and breaking open a new side of you to Eddie that he was enthralled with. 

Giggly and sweet and chatty and so touchy. You’d grabbed his hand, pulled him into the crowd, shoulders brushing and wiggling through the others to get near the front. 

“They’re really good!” You screamed over the roar of the music, turning towards Eddie. 

“Yeah?” Eddie yelled back, his hand still ghosting over your waist, the band of your jeans. “You like it?” 

“Yeah!” You giggled, lips spreading in a wide smile. “I-I’m having a really good time!” 

Eddie’s heart skipped, maybe stopped all together. He was thankful for the dim lighting, that his blush was hidden by it. “Me too.” Eddie’s voice cracked. “I-I’m having a really good time, too.” 

You smiled, arms thrown around his neck in a sloppy, silly way that had his knees tightening, weakened under your smile. Your eyes flickering down to his lips, teeth catching and rolling your own. Eddie was sure you could feel his heart thundering through his veins, his own hands gripping your waist rigidly. 

You were teasing him, playful, but agonizing. Head swaying in then back, closer and closer to him. Noses nearly touching, an almost brush that had Eddie’s blood rushing to his cock. Tongue running over his own lips, his head inched closer to yours, your lips barely brushing his. 

“Eddie?” His body ran still, rigid at the voice. 

“Eddie Munson?” Your lips fell in a pout, arms slacking around Eddie, slipping off his frame. Brows furrowed at the blonde in front of you, though she wasn’t interested in looking at you, eyes in a nearly challenging glare at Eddie. 

“H-Hey, Tammy.” Eddie’s hands slid down your waist, shoulder moving in front of you. “What are you doing here?” 

Tammy’s lips twitched in a fake smile that came off more like a snarl. “Jason knows the drummer. Plus, it’s half on buckets during the show.” Her eyes scowled over his frame. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” 

Eddie’s heart stopped, a clammy chill blanketing his skin. “Yeah, hey, it was good to see yo-” 

“-I haven’t seen you since you showed up at Chrissy’s place.” Tammy sneered. 

You blinked, brows furrowed, trying to lean in to hear the conversation. Eddie’s body tilted, trying to shield you out of the way. 

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, taking a slow inhale to calm his racing mind, spiraling at the memory of her, Tammy’s words, you behind him. The trilling ring made its way back into his ears, vision spotting with a black vinaigrette. 

“So how is Chrissy?” Tammy’s eyes slanted in a predatory challenging glare. 

Eddie swallowed, fists balling beside him. “I don’t know, Tammy.” He sneered through his own gritted teeth. “She dumped me. I’m sure you know that-” 

“-Yeah, I heard that.” Tammy scoffed. “But what I think is so strange, is right after she packs up and leaves? To go stay with her aunt?” 

“I’m sure her parents made her go to college up there. That’s all they wanted for her anyways.” Eddie snapped, much more territorial than he meant it to. Your heart dropped at his tone, the anger in his eyes, jaw clenched. Taking a step back, you moved back into the crowd, chest tightening, desperate for air. 

Eddie’s eyes cut to you, stepping towards you. Tammy sidestepped in his way, blocking him. “Cut the bullshit, Munson. I know you did something to her.” 

“What?” Eddie snapped. “Can you leave me-” 

“-No. She moves and doesn’t tell anyone? You expect me to believe that? Buy that bullshit?” 

“Maybe she didn’t like you, Tammy.” Eddie barked, eyes blown with a crazed anger that had her flinching. “Maybe you two weren’t as fucking close as you thought? Huh?” Eddie took a step towards her. 

“And before you start accusin’ me of shit, why don’t you fuckin’ think about what you’re saying. You think her parents wouldn’t have called the police, led a fucking man hunt if she disappeared or something? Huh?” Eddie spat, heat creeping in a flush up his neck. His eyes cut to you, scampering towards the table, fumbling with your coat. 

Eddie’s heart lurched, turning back to Tammy. Ears ringing, seeing red- red all over her, splotchy on his vision. Her eyes wide in fear she tried to hide, rigid and cowering in the crowd over his looming figure. “Thought you were supposed to be smart. Valedictorian or whatever.” Eddie sneered in a scoff, stomping away from her. 

He tore through the crowds, uncaring of the huffs of anger or annoyance from the others. Tunnel visioned in a determined glare, set on you. You, spine stiff, stuttering steps towards the exit. 

Ruined. Ruined, it’s fucking ruined. Fucking Tammy, ruined everything. Everything you worked for, Munson. It’s over. Done. Again. 

“Hey,” Eddie took a bounding step towards you, heart hammering in his chest. Your shoulders tensed, not turning back. “Hey, where’re you going?” He tried to keep his voice light, void of the frantic tightness he was feeling in his chest. His hand touched your shoulder, pulling away when you flinched away.

Your eyes were blown, meeting his with a look of positive terror. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

“Sorry about that. She- We went to high school, and-and she was friends with my ex, a-and- Are you ok?” Eddie’s brows creased, cutting down to your trembling hands, shaking even in the tight knuckled grip around your jacket. 

“I-I I need to go outside.” You stammered, chest constricting your airways. “I just, I-I need some air.” 

“Ok. Let me grab my jacket and-” 

“-That’s alright.” You said quickly. “I just- I-I’m sorry.” Your chin ducked to your chest, you tore through the crowded tables, the gathering at the bar towards the exit. 

“Shit,” Eddie hissed, turning back to the high top you’d been sitting at, his leather jacket still on the back of the chair. He dashed towards the table, running through the bar, uncaring of the bouncer’s booming warnings, pushing out the doors. 

The parking lot was empty, no sight of you on the wall, next to the other smokers, or by his van. Eddie’s hands went to his hair, fists balling around the hair there. “Shit, shit, shit.” She’s gone. You scared another one away, Munson. No, I-I can’t. It can’t end like this. I won’t let it. I could go to her house, I-I’ll go to her house- And do what? Break in. How’d that work the last time, you fucking idiot- 

“Hey, man,” A bartender wearing the Hideout’s black tee called, smoke spilling out of his mouth with the words. “You lookin’ for a girl? She ran out here cryin.” 

Eddie’s heart leapt, nodding furiously. “Yeah, yeah, did you see her? Where’d she go?” 

The man nodded around the corner. “I asked her if she was alright, but… She seemed real upset. Didn’t want to make it worse.” His eyes rolled over Eddie’s figure. “You might wanna go check on her.” 

“I will. Thank you. Thank you.” Eddie’s legs felt like jelly, numb with every bounding step on the graveled pavement. He rounded the corner of the building, hearing you before he could see you. 

A shaky exhale, ghosting with the hint of a cry. He found you, back against the brick, sitting on the grass, head tilting up high, shoulders fighting the shake of a cry with every long inhale and deep exhale you took. 

Eddie stilled. He had to be careful, only one chance, one shot to fix this. 

“Hey,” Eddie said, wincing at how you jumped, eyes shooting open. “Hey, no, I-I didn’t mean to scare you. I-I was just coming to check on you.” 

Your eyes shone, lip wobbling with a cry. “I-I’m sorry.” You croaked, chest rising and falling rapidly. 

Eddie paused. Sorry? He had expected you to scream, to try and run, call him a freak like Chrissy had. Anything but sorry. 

“I-I’m sorry-y. I-I didn’t-” You gasped for a strangled breath. “I-I’m fine-” 

“-Hey,” Eddie crouched towards you, knees sinking in the cool grass beside you. “Are you ok? What’s going on?” 

Tears leaked down the corner of your eyes when you squeezed them shut, head shaking. “I-I’m sorry. I-I’m so s-sorry.” You sniffled, a broken, breathy cry tearing from your chest. 

“You don’t need to be sorry. Hey, c’mon, you-you gotta relax ok. Breathe? Can you- Can you breathe?” Eddie’s hand found your shoulder gently, rubbing the soft material of your shirt. “Just try to relax. Deep breaths, in. Innnn… Yeah, then outttt.” 

You followed his breaths, shoulders still shuddering under his touch even as your cries calmed, aftershocks of emotion he wasn’t sure where it came from. 

Eddie waited, watched you carefully until your eyes met his, sheepish and a little embarrassed, glassy from tears and the liquor you’d had. “You alright?” Eddie asked carefully, cringing at the way your shoulders tensed. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean for her to upset you.” 

You continued to breathe, eyes closing in controlled, timed breaths. Eddie’s own heart picked up. “I-I don’t know what you heard, b-but she’s full of shit, ya know? She’s always been just… She’s never liked me. Even in high school, she used to pick on me and shit. I-I didn’t- I don’t know why she did that tonight. Probably saw me with you, a-and wanted to start shit or-or whatever.” Eddie rambled anxiously. 

Your eyes met his, still rounded but less wide, lacking as much terror as they did before. “That’s why you yelled?” You asked. “That’s why you were upset?” 

“Yeah, I-I mean, yeah.” Eddie watched you carefully, studying every tiny quip in your features. “I-I shouldn’t have. I-I don’t normally get pissed like that, but… I don’t know. I just felt like I was back in high school, ya know?” Eddie sat next to you, his own head leaning against the brick. 

“Felt like they were just picking on the freak again because they can. Thought we’d leave that shit in highschool but… I don’t know. They never do.” Eddie sighed slowly, shoulders slumping next to yours. 

“I don’t… I don’t usually lose my shit like that. I try not to even give them a reaction, it’s just… My ex, she-she was friends with them. Popular and all that, and when we started dating, they’d just- they were so mean. They’d say stuff and-and she’d get embarrassed of-of me.” Eddie turned towards you, eyes soft, shining with a vulnerability that made your heart ache. 

“She never wanted people to know. Never wanted to be seen with me because they’d say mean shit like that. And I’d let them, I’d try to ignore it for her, but she… She couldn’t ignore it.” Eddie muttered. “She gave in. Broke up with me and started telling them all this crazy shit. Trying to cover up that… I don’t know- that we were actually together? That she wanted to date me. Easier to blame the freak than tell people we were together, I guess.” 

Your eyes met his, hesitantly. “I-I’m sorry.” You whispered, voice cracking. “That’s… That’s really mean.” 

Eddie shrugged. “Yeah, well, I’m used to it.” He muttered, looking down at the small patch of grass between the two of you. “Well, I guess I’m not as used to it as I thought I was.” Eddie muttered, eyes lifting to yours sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to cause a scene. To scare you. I-I would never-” 

“- No, I-I know.” You shook your head lightly. “I’m just… I get weird.” Your own chin ducked towards the ground. “I get weird with fighting and stuff.” 

Eddie stilled, watching you twist a blade of grass between your hands. “Guess we have the ex thing in common, too.” You muttered. “My ex-boyfriend… He’d get really mean sometimes. Just really angry.” 

I’ll kill him. Eddie swallowed down the threat- no, the promise. Swallowing back his fierce anger. 

“He-He never, like, hit me or anything, you know? It was weird, because there wasn’t any physical evidence or anything. I couldn’t go to the police for him yelling at me, but it just- it still really hurt.” Your voice cracked, lip wobbling at the memories. “That’s why I don’t talk to my parents. I moved with him, ignored them because they told me not to, and then… They were right, I guess. Just can’t really bring myself to call them and tell them that. Tuck my tail between my legs and go back. So I came here.” 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered. Your eyes met his. “No, I-I’m sorry, that’s- I’m sorry.” Eddie said sincerely, his hand brushing over yours. 

“It’s okay-” 

“-It’s not, and… And I’m really sorry.” Eddie nodded gently. “I didn’t mean to yell. I shouldn’t have let her get to me-” 

“-No, Eddie, i-it’s fine, really-” 

“-I didn’t mean to ruin our date. End the night like this.” Eddie ran a hand down his face. “This is not- I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would end just fucked like this.” 

You paused for a moment, head still spinning with the liquor, with emotion, dizzily. You’d blame it on that, credit that dizziness for your courage. “It doesn’t have to end like this.” You whispered. 

Eddie stilled, eyes cutting to you carefully. You still toyed with the grass, eyes lifting sweetly to him. “We… We could go back to my place? I-I think I still have a movie I haven’t returned.” 

Eddie’s wheels squealed when they pulled out of the Hideout’s parking lot, desperately back to your apartment. 

Eddie was sure he was dreaming. Sitting on your couch, your apartment smelled just like he remembered, even better when you lit the candle on your coffee table, making a mental note of the name. He’d go buy it in bulk tomorrow, fill his apartment with them burning in every room just so he could feel closer to you. 

You’d moved into his lap halfway through the movie, inching closer with every passing frame of Julia Roberts and Patrick Bergine until you straddled him. Eddie burned under your gaze, your hands back on his shoulders, sliding slowly towards his neck. 

“Hi,” You whispered, tilting your head gently to the side, lip rolling beneath your teeth. 

“Hi,” Eddie croaked, swallowing the thick lump in his throat. 

“Is it ok if I do this?” You whispered, the glow of the TV illuminating your mussed hair. Eddie thought it looked like a halo, angelic above him. 

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded dumbly. C’mon, get your shit together. You’ve almost got it, Munson. 

His hands slid over your hips, setting on the small of your waist, where the band of your jeans hugged, squeezing the flesh gently, feeling you beneath his hands. You were really here, he was really here, with you. Living proof, right between his fingertips that this was no dream. 

You leaned forward, a hand brushing back his curly bangs. “What’s this?” You muttered, fingertip ghosting over the jagged scar across his forehead. 

“Bike wreck of seventy-six.” Eddie answered cooly, voice raspy and low in the dim light of your apartment. “Thought I could pop a wheelie on concrete. Didn’t go well.” 

“Hm,” You sighed, lips twitching in a small grin. “You were a little dare devil, hm?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. His hands slid down your waist, hoping you couldn’t feel his heart hammering. “Still can be, sometimes.” His lashes batted up at you, squeezing the fatty flesh of your ass. 

You squealed, Eddie’s heart leapt- he’d made the right move. Your eyes caught his, pinning him with your gaze, a delicacy of anticipation fell between the two of you. Who would break it? Make the first move? 

Eddie’s fingers pressed into your jeans, a hand sliding up your back, pressing to the middle of your spine, bowing you forward toward him. Your hand on his neck, fingers splaying out over his jaw, lips connecting in a sweet kiss. Eddie felt like he was melting, a warm, gooey puddle underneath you. 

Hands grabbing at the other, fevered and desperate, your hips rocking with his, brushing over his tenting zipper. Eddie could taste the wine on your lips, the glass of reisling you’d poured for the two of you before you’d put in the movie. “Since I killed the buzz before,” You’d shrugged at him sheepishly. He assured you, you hadn’t, still he was thankful for it, especially now. Now that he was loosened, far less critical of his every move. 

Fumbling hands that pulled at his t-shirt, your jeans, Eddie flipping you over on the couch, hovering over you on the faded floral pattern of the couch. “You- We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” Eddie whispered, his hands still toying with the button of your jeans. “I don’t want you to think I-I, like, only wanted this. I don’t- I mean, I do, I just… I want you in other ways too.” 

You blushed, a sheepish smile under him. It was your turn to melt, to turn to putty under his gaze. “I know.” You whispered, black painted nails scratching down his forearms, over the etching of the puppet master. “I want to do this.” Your eyes lifted to his. “I trust you. I want to do this with you.” 

It was exactly what he wanted to hear, you knew that, the darkened grin on his face confirmed it further. Your own hands fumbling with your jeans, wiggling them down your thighs while Eddie tore his t-shirt off above you, flinging it onto the floor. 

You’d gone for a lacy, high cut thong tonight. Pale pink, frilly, if Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d think you planned this. That you planned to sleep with him. Maybe you thought about him the way he did you. Pictures of you flooded his mind, your hand sneaking between your thighs in the middle of the night, whimpering out his name. 

You didn’t expect Eddie to drop to his knees, pulling your body towards the end of the couch, thighs on his shoulders. He made a show of taking off your panties, a slow tug dragging them down your bare legs. 

“Holy shit,” Eddie rasped, heart beating in his ears. You giggled nervously, pressing your hands over your eyes. “Look at you.” 

“Stop.” You whined in playful embarrassment, thighs pressing together. 

“No, it’s- fuck.” Eddie swallowed his words, swallowed down the urge to tell you it was better than he imagined. Don’t be creepy, Munson. 

“I gotta have a taste. Can-Can I have a taste?” Eddie’s eyes rounded towards yours, bright with excitement. “That alright with you? Let me make you feel good? Have a little taste?” 

Your body burned, with lust maybe excitement, you weren’t sure. Your tiny nod was all he needed, spreading your thighs open, settling between your legs. You pushed up on your arms, looking down the valley of your sternum towards him. 

Plush lips pressing kisses to your thighs, a teasing kiss to your mound that had you whimpering, aching and pulsing between the legs. Eddie’s eyes stayed on yours as he licked a long, slow stripe through your slit. Better than he imagined, so much fucking better. 

Eyes rolling back, his fingertips dug into your thighs, nose pressed to your slick, he wanted to suffocate himself in your cunt. Better than anything he’d ever tasted before, he was a man starved, determined to devour you entirely- you were convinced he might. Teetering on the edge of experienced and enamored, your back arched, body twisting under his tongue. Whines and cries of pleasure filled the air, a crescendoing melody to the triumphant symphony Eddie was feeling in his veins, rushing with red hot pride. 

It was paradise, better than his wildest dreams. 

When you took him in your own mouth, sweetly grinning at him before giving a kitten lick to his leaking head, he was sure nothing would be better than this. This was his peak, everything he’d ever wanted and more. Better than Chrissy, than Tabitha, than anyone. 

You brought him to your room, let him press your thighs back, spread you open again. He couldn’t help the cry of pleasure that spilled out when he slid into you, it just felt so right. Beyond pleasure, though it was plenty pleasurable, it felt flawless, ethereal. 

Better than anything he could have imagined when he saw you weeks ago from his van, your car packed up full of boxes and suitcases tied on top. In a tiny pair of cut off shorts, moving everything in the warm sunshine. 

How was he to know that all those weeks ago, after he’d watched you apply for jobs at the diners and boutiques, that when he’d put a help wanted flier on your door for Turtle’s, that it would lead to this. His mind could have never dreamt this, that you’d be this perfect, fit so perfectly with him. 

No, this was fate, Eddie was sure of it. Cosmic fate. Chrissy and the others, they were only parading as the real thing, he’d just convinced himself it was when it was merely a disguise. But you, you were the real deal. Eddie decided it, when he settled in the sheets next to you, arms around your frame, staring out the window of your room.