Between the notes
( Short Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham FanFic)
(Chrissy AND Eddie are alive AU.)
A/N :
This is fluff. I love them so much i'm gonna cry everywhere : )
Chrissy Cunningham never imagined she would find herself outside the dingy old trailer that Eddie Munson called home. It wasn’t that she was scared—no, the events of the past months had shown her true terror. It was that she felt out of place, her friends, everyone, expected her to be normal again. And just a week or two later, they expected her to be normal. to be her again.
She knocked, swallowing back the nerves throughout her body.
The door creaked open, and Eddie stood there, surprise flickering in his dark eyes. “Chrissy?” he said, his voice softer than she’d ever heard it in the crowded hallways of Hawkins High. “What are you doing here?”
“I... I heard you play,”
“The guitar. Last night, at the Hideout. You were, uhm, amazing.”
Eddie blinked, a slow grin spreading across his face. “You came to see Corroded Coffin? Now that is a twist I didn't see coming.”
“I needed to get out, i guess." She laughed, "And- your music, it helped. It made me feel.." she paused.
"Less alone.”
Eddie opened the door wider, stepping aside. “Uhm, Wanna come in? I was just working on something new. Maybe you could help me out. You know, since you’re my new number one fan.” He said the last part sarcastically.
Chrissy hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, the smell of incense and old books surprisingly comforting. Chrissy found herself relaxing for the first time in months.
"Im glad you came to see us. You know, I vaguely remember saying you should- months ago. before all the shit."
Chrissy smiled softly, a glint of white in her eye.
"Yeah, I remember that too."
A comfortable silence washed over them.
"Uh, How've you been since that?" Eddie mumbled, his tone cautious.
Chrissy's smile dissipated, and she let out a sigh.
"I've been alright. I mean, you're kinda forced to..act normal after. people just expect you to be OK."
Eddie nodded. "Ya, I get what you mean. Luckily, I'm not around a crowd of shitheads who don't believe in depression."
Chrissy let out a audible giggle, making Eddie smile again.
"Im sooo funny, I know, I know." he leaned closer to her.
Using her sleeve to cover her mouth, they stared at each other, both wheezing after a few seconds. Chrissy catched her breath.
"I missed talking to you. that time in the forest, it was really nice. Uhm, you're really nice." She bit her bottom lip to keep her smile contained.
"You're nice too." Eddie choked out, scratching the back of his neck.
"Hey, uh, could you play a song?"
she hummed for a second- thinking.
"Its far from metal, but it's my favorite one."
"Sure. name it, if it's pop, i doubt I'll know it. but, I'll try."
"Dreams. Fleetwood Mac. It's, uhm, rock? I think.."
Eddies head shoots up.
"I thought you'd be a..ABBA kinda person." He says, surprised. "Or maybe Dolly."
"But, Yeah, I know that one."
They settle back onto the couch, the soft hum of Eddie’s guitar filling the air once more as he plays. Chrissy’s eyes drift closed, The beat always calmed her. The notes blend together,
In the quiet of the trailer,
between the notes.
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Been following along with Budding Romance (🌟 star anon from before) and I just thought of "I won't let you take her away from me Jeremiah" possessive Xavier turning into, wait no "I won't let her take YOU away from ME"
First off 🌟 Nonnie, I love you and your brain. It's beautiful. I smooch you both 💋💋 (and your other ask is in my drafts bc im writing stuff for it!)
GASP! I almost forgot my obligatory @skynapple tag bc she deserves to know how much her fic has changed the brain chemistry of our side of the fandom lol.
SECONDLY- Xavier realizing he's about to lose Jeremiah, who's been with him through what is likely hands down some of the worst moments in his life? I can definitely see that causing some panic.
Roxie and I talked here about Xavier being very resistant to change and how, while he might not realize his dependency on Jeremiah on a conscious level, subconsciously, that's the one person who's been a constant in his life since they left Philos. Even if it's something you hate, humans still NEED consistency to be happy and healthy (both mentally and physically). You might hate getting up at 7am every day, or going to work, but living a life of pure chaos (or existing in pure apathy) just doesn't foster growth and recovery.
So once he realizes that MC might drive a wedge between him and his ONLY support pillar? The singular source of consistency in his life since they arrived on earth? The one person he's been able to count on for any normal conversation where he didn't have to pretend he was someone/something he's not? That would be terrifying. That would be devastating.
Xavier KNOWS Mc will reincarnate. Xavier knows she'll be back. He's lost her at least twice before, likely thrice, maybe more. That is a pain he's dealt with and learned to come to terms with. He's got a spot on his shelf for that pain and grief and processing.
He's never lost Jeremiah. Of all the Backtrackers that have left their cause, died, or outright betrayed him, we as the players know that Jeremiah has remained at his side the entire time, and that definitely means that Xavier is more than aware of it.
The saddest part is that I don't think he'll even realize all of this at first, and I definitely don't think it's his conscious brain either. This is something that likely comes to him in a dream, where he wakes up in a cold sweat with his heart racing as he flies out of bed, light sword drawn in his hand before he's even realized what he's done. Something that rattles him so deeply that it takes him a solid minute just to settle, to sit at the edge of his bed and calm his breathing with his head in his hands as he grapples with the discomfort of realizing just how attached he is to the both of them, but to Jeremiah specifically.
He is damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.
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this has me dying bc yes, poor bakugo !! he doesn’t wanna lose you! he’s walking on eggshells, stressed as hell !!
but like,, while he’s Doing That the poor girl he coupled up with as a backup is just there like 🧍♂️
LMAO he's so stressed !! 🥺 he wants to be so good !! especially bc all the boys are probably like, "this is just another test for you both, you've just gotta prove yourself" and he's like I KNOW 😠 I KNOW GOD DAMNNIT 😠 IT'S FINE 😠 akfbska poor thing 🥺 AND THE POOR GIRL HE'S COUPLED WITH ??? LMAOOOO i feel like. right away, he's making it clear akfhska if it's not already
aw aw you go on a date and come back and he's — *gritted teeth hands shaking nostrils flared eyes wild* "so...how did it go ? 😬 did you have a nice time ? 😬" TRYING HIS BEST TO BE CIVIL
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To this day I hope you post again 🙏
it's always tough receiving messages like these, since as a reader myself, I know the feeling of patiently waiting for a writer to post - be it meals or crumbs.
yet to be honest, I have no idea what to post anymore. I feel completely rusted in writing - I have the feeling of wanting to post but I can't seem to stop hating everything I write.
It's also been so long since I've read TCF, I'm not sure anything I write now will be relevant. My only comfort is that TCF's community has grown so much since I first started writing, nowadays you'll find plenty of better content out there haha
I, too, hope I post again in the future. I love reading and though I often go through an intense cycle of hatred for my own works, I always come back to writing.
So I do hope I do write and I wonder what I should write nowadays? Do people still read reader inserts?
More TCF?
New series...?
Anyways, I hope everyone who's still haunting this blog, a very, very nice weekend~
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