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[madamemedic]

Room For One More (Chapter Two: Planned Days Out)

(So sorry for not updating. I can't afford Grammerly anymore and my grammar sucks doodie. I just was worried this chapter would suck. Anyway, here's the next chapter.)

Chrissy was right, you did end up breaking Jason's nose. Something that he would not shut up about. It was getting tiring listing to Jason to complain all day about his poor nose. Shouldn't have said what he said thought Chrissy to herself. She still saw the two of you walking around school, Your hand was also in bandages, but unlike Jason, you seemed to move on with your life and didn't act like you were owed something because you got injured.

Chrissy was leaving the maths classroom when she bumped into you. This unfortunately caused Chrissy to land on her butt. You gasped as you held out your good hand to help Chrissy up from the floor.

"Shoot, sorry about that Chrissy, let me at least help you up" She took your hands. Your hands were slightly soft and smelt like lemon. They were also slightly bigger and rougher than hers, not much but Chrissy noticed.

"No it's OK, how's your hand?" As you help Chrissy up you laugh and show off your hand, it wasn't in bandages anymore but had a few plasters covering the tip of your fingers.

"It's all good... well that was until I cut my fingers during home ec. That was embarrassing, to say the least," Oh so that's why you hand bandages on. Chrissy couldn't but help admire your smile and overall warm, inviting presence.

"That's good, I'm sorry that Jason called you the things he did" Now it was your turn to be shocked, but it didn't last for long because you then started to laugh.

"You don't have to say sorry, besides little boys often say the silliest things when they feel their ego is bruised" Chrissy would have agreed but the bell went off, so there was no longer any time to talk.

"Damn, there goes the bell, Can't leave Eddie waiting or he'll think I've ditched him, Bye Chrissy"

"Oh bye (YFN)" You suddenly walk backwards towards Chrissy again.

"Oh Chrissy, I meant it, if you ever want to talk and maybe chill. You can talk to me and maybe we can even go to the mall at some point" You then walk off again like the conversation never happened which stunned Chrissy. Did you want to get to know her? Why would you want to know her? Both your boyfriends were constantly fighting. Chrissy thought that you wouldn't want to know her to start just because of that. Maybe she was wrong. Just as she was about to leave Chrissy saw a patch on the floor. It was the devil that she saw Eddie's shirt. It must have fallen off when you bumped into Chrissy.

"Yo Chrissy" A loud voice comes from behind her, quickly she stuffs the patch into her pocket and turns around. Jason. Ugh. Why was he always so loud? That's something Chrissy doubted she'd ever find out.

"Hello Jason"

"C'mere, I'm throwing a house party and I am going to need you to bring the cheer squad" Another house party. Sure they were OK but Chrissy liked being at home and reading. Besides Jason's parties were always filled with douchebags and assholes who don't know personal boundaries.

"Sure thing"

Jason didn't stay for long, to be honest, Chrissy was glad he didn't. Despite being in a relationship he didn't act like it. It was more of a showmanship that they were dating rather than the two of them being in love. Unlike you and Eddie. The way he always hugged you when he was with you, the way that he kissed your hand as you parted ways and not to mention the way he spoke to you. It was intoxicating being near you two. The second-hand high of being near such a loving couple like you two made Chrissy feel happy but at the same time jealous.

Once at home Chrissy pulls the patch from her pocket and examines it closely. It was the same devil that Eddie had on his shirt. What was the group called again? Oh yeah. The Hellfire Club. Where he would play D&D. Chrissy didn't understand what D&D was but she had heard that it was a way to summon demons and other such macabre things. Chrissy thought the rumours were ridiculous. If that were true then the school wouldn't allow it to take place in the building right?

"Chrissy, dinner time" Chrissy looks at the patch one more time, then places it back in her pocket. She was determined to give it back to you the next time she was with you.

Well, it turned out that saying it was easier than doing it. For some strange reason, she could seem to find you. Even at lunch, you were missing. This was strange, Chrissy started to feel slightly worried. That was until she saw Mike.

"You're Mike right?" Mike, Lucas, Will and Dustin stop walking and turn to face Chrissy.

"Yeah, why?"

"I just wanted to see if (YFN) is OK, I haven't seen her in a while" Dusting laughs and looks at his friends.

"(YFN) is OK, just prefers to stay away from the loud people at times. Which is weird 'cuz she dates Eddie"

Suddenly Dustin yelps as he feels a light thud at the back of his head. Behind him is Eddie and thankfully, you.

"I thought my ears were burning, Dustin darest talketh about me behind my back like thoust wouldn't know" Eddie's hand rests on Dustin's shoulder. Quickly Chrissy perks up so she could talk to you.

"You dropped this" Chrissy holds out the patch, you take it but just as you take it your hands meet. Chrissy felt something she had never felt. Like touching a live electric wire. There was something new and exciting when your fingers brushed hers. Both you and Chrissy were looking each other in the eyes. Chrissy didn't realise that she was holding her breath until Eddie coughed and you stepped back with your item.

"Thank you, Chrissy, I was looking everywhere for this" "You're welcome" The tension was thick the boys were looking at you and then back at Chrissy. Nobody moved. Almost like they were all playing musical statues and the first to move lost. That was until you got bored and decided to move.

"Hey, Chrissy. I need to go to the mall this Saturday to pick up some stuff. Want to join?" Now everyone turned to look at you. Shocked faces then turned to Chrissy. Even Chrissy was shocked by the question.

"Princess, I'm not sure if..."

"I'd like that" Chrissy responds, looking at you again. You smile and put the patch in your bag. The shocked faces of the boys doubled as even Eddie looked unsure.

"Great, I'll meet you say about 9ish in the morning. That way I can get there early before all the good stuff is gone. Bye boys, bye Chrissy" Chrissy watches you leave, dragging a still-stunned Eddie.

For once Chrissy was looking forward to the weekend. Spending one whole day with you. Just the two of you. It couldn't be that bad right?

[unfinishedslurs]

aware of his bisexuality steve (steddie, buckingham)

“Is that a hickey?” Comes out of Steve’s mouth without permission. But there it is, bright purple and red against the slope of her neck. She’s been walking kind of funny this morning, too. He’d assumed her period came early, but… “Rob, did you—“

Eddie fumbles the coffee mug he was pulling down. Chrissy freezes, face turning white with fear. Robin whips around, face bright red, and slaps a hand over her neck. 

“Bathroom!” She yelps. “Bathroom now!”

“Wait,” Eddie says, setting the mug down with trembling hands. “It was me. Sorry, man.”

Steve stares at him, unimpressed. Why the fuck would he lie about—

He looks at Chrissy again, who takes a nervous step back, and it clicks. 

“Right,” he says, nodding quickly. “You. You gave Robin a hickey. Had totally awesome sex that she didn’t even tell me about.” He directs that last bit at Robin pointedly. He told her almost immediately when he lost his guy-ginity. Traitor. “Yep. Sure. Got it.”

Eddie blinks, confused. Robin buries her face in her hands. 

“Oh my god, calm down,” she groans. “That’s not going to work. Steve’s cool.”

“Cool?” Chrissy asks, still looking ready to bolt. 

“Super cool,” he assures her. “The coolest. So incredibly cool, even if my best friend didn’t even tell me when she lost her virginity.”

“Steve!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he says. “But I am going to need details, Buckley. We can go over what worked, and what needs more oomph.”

“Oh my god, can we talk about this anywhere else,” Robin groans, at the same time Eddie asks, “What, so you can get off on it later?”

“What,” Steve says. 

“You think two girls are hot, is that it?” He’s got a sneer on his face now, but Steve’s more observant than Dustin gives him credit for. Even if he wasn’t, it’d be hard to miss how hard his hands are shaking, the nervous tilt to his mouth. 

“Ew.” Steve’s face screws up. “Dude, no. It’s Robin.”

“Hey, fuck you,” Robin breaks in, from where she’s started comforting Chrissy. “You thought I was hot for at least a summer.”

His mouth drops open in betrayal. “We agreed to never talk about that again!”

“Can’t help being sexy,” she coons. Chrissy giggles wetly. “You wanna get married, Harrington? Have my babies? Stay home and raise six little nuggets while I bring home the bread?”

“I hate you,” he informs her. “Hate you so much. We’ll have a nice, heterosexual wedding and share a sad, heterosexual kiss, and you’ll carry me over the threshold of our nice, heterosexual house, and we’ll have boring, heterosexual sex that gives us nice, heterosexual babies, because we are so heterosexual and happy in our suburburban house in our nice little heterosexual town.”

He’s honestly kind of proud of himself for saying heterosexual so many times. Usually he fumbles words with that many syllables, especially after that many times in a row. 

Chrissy is outright laughing, now, endearing little snorts making their way between giggles. Eddie is looking between them like they’re a puzzle he can’t piece together. Robin grins.

“I’ll cuck you with the secretary.”

“Not if I cuck you first. You’ll be away all day in that office of yours, and I need someone big and strong to carry all the new furniture I ordered.”

“I knew it! I knew Timmy wasn’t mine!”

“Oh, but I couldn’t help myself,” he swoons. “Mark was just so sweet, with his bulging biceps and hand flexes, all hot and sweaty from helping poor little me while you were away! You know I’m weak to curly hair and brown eyes, Rob, how’s a man supposed to resist?”

“Fag,” she says, not without affection. 

“Dyke,” he shoots back. 

“Cocksucker.”

“Carpet—“

“Okay,” Eddie breaks in, clapping his hands. He and Robin both startle, and so does Chrissy from where she’s been watching them like a particularly interesting tennis match. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Robin lost her virginity and didn’t even tell me,” Steve says immediately, like he’s tattling to the principal. 

“Steve doesn’t seem to understand the concept of waiting,” Robin retorts. 

“I told you when I had gay sex,” he whines, and Eddie chokes. “I hate you. See if I ever give you tips again.”

“Oh, is that what you meant?” Chrissy asks. “Please don’t stop. They were good tips.”

Robin flushes all the way down to her toes. 

“You like boys?” Eddie wheezes. 

“Oh,” Steve blinks. “Yeah? I thought you knew.”

“You thought I—how would I know?”

The fuck is that supposed to mean? Steve’s been flirting with him for months!

“Robin always says we can sense each other! You sensed her.”

“You told him?” Eddie’s mouth drops open, and Robin looks sheepish.

“She didn’t have to,” Steve snarks. “You’re flagging in Hawkins, man. Was I supposed to miss it?”

“You know what flagging is?”

“Again, in case you missed it, I fuck men.”

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters. “Fuck! Christ, I can’t believe this. You’re, like, the epitome of heterosexual. I spent half of high school having to hear about how much pussy you were getting. Why are you not straight?”

“Wow, Eddie,” he deadpans. “Are you saying just because I like men and woman, I’m not queer enough? That’s kind of homophobic of you, man.”

“Yeah, Eddie, wow,” Robin says. “I thought you were better than this.” 

“Fuck off,” Eddie says. “I feel like I need to lie down. My entire worldview just shattered.”

“I have a couch?” Chrissy offers shyly. “Or a bedroom, if you need a minute away.” Fuck, Steve kind of adores her. Especially since she’s apparently vicious n bed, if the five other hickies he counts just from Robin bending down a little to whisper in her ear are any indication. Good for her.  

“Don’t worry, Eddie,” Robin says, with a glint in her eye that means he’s either going to love or hate what comes next. “If it helps, Steve’s never fucked a man in his life.”

Eddie’s brow furrows, looking between the two of them. “So…you’re just making fun of me?”

He looks a little angry now, and Steve can’t make heads or tails of this conversation because, “What the hell, Rob, yes I have—“

“Oh, so suddenly you’re the one doing the fucking?”

“Stop making fun of me for taking it!”

Eddie lets out an honest to god moan that he immediately slaps his hand over his mouth to cover up. “Right,” he says fervently. “Okay. I need to lie down, like, for real.” 

They watch him stride down the hall, so fast he’s almost running, and slam the door closed behind him.

“I could totally top,” he mutters to Robin as something that sounds vaguely like muffled screaming echoes down the hall. “I top girls all the time. It’s not my fault prostates are a gift from God.”

“Uh, you top because all the girls you fuck are from small town Indiana. If one of them brought out the strap you’d drop to your knees so fast—“

“That’s—I like topping!”

“Your favorite position is cowgirl. Forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

“I will show Chrissy your baby pictures,” he hisses. Robin makes a face at him. Chrissy nods excitedly from where she’s still tucked under Robin’s arm. 

“Oh what’s that?” Robin practically shouts. “You like being pressed against walls and ravished? You want someone to tie you up and have their filthy way with you? Is that what you said, Steve?”

Another noise from the bedroom. He narrows his eyes at her. “What are you doing?”

“Helping,” she says sweetly. “You’re both hopeless.”

“I told you he’s shy!”

“Eddie?” Chrissy asks. “Shy?”

“Yeah, okay, I was confused too, but I figured it was the romance! He told me he hasn’t actually been in a relationship before, I assumed he was nervous to take that step.”

“Yeah, but dingus,” Robin says sweetly. “You’re missing a puzzle piece here. He thought you were straight. He thought he was flirting with his straight best friend he didn’t have a chance in hell with, and then he finds out that said best friend likes taking it up the ass and men with brown eyes.”

“Oh,” Steve says, realization dawning. “Oh, fuck. What if he doesn’t like me like that?”

Robin smacks the back of his head. “Why are you stupid?”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Chrissy says. “Like, really don’t have to worry about that.”

“I’m not coming over tonight,” Robin says. “I’m gonna stay with Chrissy again. Er…if that’s okay?”

“That sounds amazing.” Chrissy beams, and Robin turns red again.

“Yeah, I’m going to stay with Chrissy again tonight. You are going to invite Eddie to stay the night when he gets done with his little crisis, and then we’re getting lunch at the diner tomorrow and you can tell me about it before our shift.”

“Right,” Steve says. “Right, I can do this. I’ve invited guys over before, how hard can it be? It’s just Eddie. But that was hotel rooms, not my house and my bedroom with my shitty wallpaper. And it’s Eddie. Fuck, what if I’m shit at it? Robin, what if I’m actually bad at sex and everyone who’s ever said I was good was lying because they didn’t want to hurt my feelings? Oh my god, I’m totally bad at sex.”

“Woah, dingus, slow down. I think we took the mind meld too far, you’re turning into me.”

“If it helps, I don’t think you’re bad at sex,” Chrissy says. Steve and Robin look at her, and she flushes. “Because of the tips! Not because—I’ve never slept with you, but some of my friends did, and I got three orgasms out of last night, so…”

“Oh thank God,” he breathes. “I was worried for a minute.” Then he raises an eyebrow at Robin, and holds out his hand for a high five. She slaps it, begrudgingly proud of herself, and then takes the hand to pull him into a headlock that’s honestly more of a hug than anything. 

“You’re fine,” she whispers in his ear. “You’re great at sex, as you keep telling me. What’s more, you’re funny, charming, handsome, brave, caring—“

“Aww, Robin, are you getting sappy on me?”

“Plus Eddie literally moaned in front of you when he found out you bottomed. I really don’t think there’s a way to fuck that up.”

Steve grins. “He did do that. I’m going to make so much fun of him later.”

“So,” Eddie says with a smirk, “men with brown eyes?”

“Hey man, don’t look at me. Blame Jonathan.”

Now Eddie looks stunned, mouth dropping open. “Byers?” He says, sounding betrayed. “You have a crush on Byers of all people?”

Steve feels offended on Jonathan’s behalf. “What’s that supposed to mean? Jonathan’s a good guy!”

“I guess.”

“What do you mean you guess? He’s sweet, passionate, good with kids, nice eyes. Can pack a punch. I mean, what’s not to like?”

“Uh, didn’t he steal your girlfriend?”

He waves that off. “That was, like, years ago, man. We’re cool now.”

“Right, okay,” Eddie mutters. “Well have fun with Byers, I guess.”

It clicks. “Oh,” he says. “Oooh. You’re jealous.”

Eddie splutters. “Jealous? I’m not—I don’t—you’re jealous!”

“Oh, am I?”

“Yes,” Eddie says resolutely, not looking at him. 

“Right,” Steve agrees. “Well, if I am jealous, maybe I should know that I got over Jonathan years ago, and have since moved on to brighter, hopefully more attainable pastures than my ex’s ex.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“A different man with brown eyes?” He suggests. “Who is also good with kids, and passionate, and…” he trails off, suddenly realizing all those times Robin made fun of him might not be based on nothing. “Oh my god, I have a type. Shit, I have to tell Robin she was right.”

“I figured that was a common occurrence.”

“Shut up. Where was I going with this? I had a point.”

“You were telling me how awesome I am?”

“Oh, suddenly it’s you we’re talking about?”

“I mean,” suddenly Eddie looks shy, and Steve can’t help but think even with the change in context he might have been right when he told Robin Eddie was nervous about being in a real, romantic relationship, “isn’t it?”

He feels himself smile, slow and wide and probably more revealing than he means it to be. “Yeah,” he says, in a tone he knows Robin would call soppy, “it is.”

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie: *looking at Steve and Chrissy* I can't be in love with two people! I only have one nipple! . . . Okay, they're looking at me. . .

Mike: You said your thoughts outloud again.

Eddie: *shrieks* Goddamnit!

Mike: You want me to tell them you left the country?

Eddie: *already getting up* That'd be great, thanks!

[steviesbicrisis]

Greatest Wingman In History Steve writing this in Robin’s place and making her deliver it to her coffee shop crush, Chrissy.

Biggest Pessimist in History Eddie reading the note with Chrissy and thinking he has no chance with his own crush cause not only he’s straight but he’s interested in his bff

[findafight]

Actually the funniest and my personal favourite way to interpret Eddie's scenes with Chrissy is that he was DEFINITELY flirting with her like a motherfucker but she was a raging lesbian in a terrible comphet relationship and looked at this bonkers weirdo and went "Funky little queer friend? Nonthreatening gayboy bestie for me, mayhaps?" Completely misreading Eddie's intentions but also clocking him as a fellow queer in a wicked one-two punch of oblivious and accurate observation.

[shieldofiron]

Come on Billy she needs a buddy!

[discocandles]

Anytime I think about Steve, Eddie, Chrissy or Robin as famous musicians, I have to hold myself back from adding a shit ton of Lady Gaga references.

Like in the 2010s Lady Gaga appeared for an mtv music award show as this rugged, unkept greaser type character she made up named jo calderone. He's kinda known as "Lady Gaga's boyfriend that is also lady Gaga in drag". Steve Harrington, teen popstar trying to get away from his overbearing label would show up to the red carpet in drag as Amanda Miller, the girlfriend his label chose for him. She is dressed how they have their other popstar darling, Chrissy Cunningham dress. Amanda Miller later shows up in one of his music videos after he leaves the label. Both appearances of Amanda Miller cause mass bi panic online.

Speaking of fellow teen popstar Chrissy Cunningham, she starts openly thanking God and the Gays for the successes in her career. The label hates it, but they deal or else she's not gonna thank God either, causing problems with her religious fanbase(the impact of only letting her make ultra clean love songs for years). Also the idea of Chrissy disrespecting the interviewers who disrespect her is so healing. Think about it. Like yeah she ate that guy's script, and she'd do it again if he asks about her diet.

For rockstar eddie? So in Lady Gaga's song government hooker there's a spoken bit(not the jfk line the "back up and turn around" one). Those lines are spoken by Gaga's bodyguard Pete, who has a very thick Dutch accent after Lady gaga suddenly brought the idea that he be the "pervy robot voice" up during production.

Like Eddie would so do this, as I think creating songs gives him a lot of almost maniacal energy. Also for this one, the bodyguard is Italian Steve, but he's Jeff's bodyguard who Eddie's been constantly flirting with. That's perfectly fine by Eddie's actual bodyguard, who needs "a damn second to fucking breathe, you hyperactive bastard".

Indie rock vocalist Robin Buckley would have an album where she sings in like four different languages outside of English like lady Gaga did in born this way. And also sing in other languages fairly often. It's most often in French(like lady Gaga does), but every time Robin starts singing in a language that isn't English, the fans will scramble to figure out what tongue she's singing/speaking in now and what is she saying? What does google translate say she's saying?

There's paparazzi photos of vocalist Robin standing next to Jeff from Corroded Coffin but she's chatting in Italian with... his body guard? Apparently they met as teenagers on a trip abroad and became best friends then pen pals after. But we guess it evens out as robin's makeup artist/one woman glam team was best friends with Eddie in high school? And she won the prom queen tiara that CC wears in their iconic album cover. I dunno, just something that's been haunting my brain.

[is-emily-real]

resolutions

The den was warm, the smell of cinnamon and wine drifting from their mugs as they spoke. It was that liminal space between Christmas and New Year’s, that time when the days seemed to pass like hours and years simultaneously. 

Their number was quite diminished, what with Robin and Argyle visiting family out of state and Eddie dutifully DMing a campaign for the kids while he had the time. Chrissy thought being fourth-wheel to two guys and the girl they used to date would have its oddities, but the atmosphere had stayed surprisingly pleasant.

“You all have any resolutions for 1987?” Nancy asked, cuddling her mug. The alcohol brought a pretty flush to her cheeks and a sparkle to her eyes. She got why the boys fell in love with her.

It was an innocuous question, but it made her lose herself in thought, half listening to Steve and Jonathan as they discussed the concept.

She’d never had any before. They were always prescribed to her, handed down like jail sentences by her mother and rigorously enforced. Study more, look pretty, lose ten pounds, twenty, thirty, more and more and more until she felt like a shell of herself, barely able to stave off a headache at the slightest stressor. 

Then, all of a sudden, the night terrors started, and she thought it was just Jason being sweet when he asked her to talk to the counselor, wrapped her in his letterman jacket and prayed over her, but it helped a little.

After a few days, the comments started, backhand statements about how terrible it was she was so fatigued, how much it was stressing him out, how she should already be better and was she sure she was trying enough? But he was always doting in front of her friends, the picture of a perfect gentleman when others could see.

When Eddie offered her something that could make her sleep, she jumped at the chance, surprised to learn he genuinely wanted to soothe her worries. He was a point of hope, a soft heart in a hard world despite his spiky exterior.

She hadn’t expected hell in the place of help. 

That thing took her, spun her like a top, snared her in those awful vines and made her watch as he tortured the others, as he destroyed her home, as children stepped up to keep him at bay. They were so brave, all of them, and they got cut to shreds for it.

But the girl, El, came, and the bonds burned Chrissy’s skin until the red sky overhead faded to black, and when they turned to ice, she swore the sleep deprivation wasn’t that bad. 

Gentle hands lifted her, pulled her back into a reality she could understand, held her close until she was free of the shadows. She came to in her aunt’s bed with only swirling pink scars to confirm her story.

She idly traced one along her arm. Did she have any resolutions beyond preventing the coming year from being as bad as the last? Was there more to life after the worst of it was over?

“I’m just saying, the question’s a bit disingenuous,” Jonathan said. “It’s like asking what part of someone they hate most.”

Nancy scoffed. “It is not.”

“Is too! You either have a stupid answer or an honest one, and the honest answers just make you feel worse in two weeks when you give up.” 

“Everyone’s got an idea of who they should be,” Steve commented. “I don’t think any answer’s stupid.”

“Be real, how would you feel if my resolution was to smoke more?”

“I’d be fine with it as long as you shared.”

Chrissy couldn’t help her chuckle. “Your boyfriend’s a drug dealer. You don’t have enough?”

“Hey, he’s a former drug dealer, thank you. Besides, no getting high on your own supply.”

Nancy slapped her knee. “Alright, Mr. Philosopher, since you don’t think they’re stupid, what’s yours?”

He thought for a second. “I want to get my own place.”

“That’s what you’re doing with your hush money?”

“If the government put me at risk of demo-rabies, they can buy me a house to make up for it.”

“Please never say that in front of Robin.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not that stupid, Nance.”

Chrissy caught the little twitch in Jonathan’s lips. She’d keep that to herself. No need to hurt Steve’s pride. 

“I’m going to take an actual vacation this year.” Nancy snuggled deeper into her blanket. “Somewhere warm and sunny and not ready to kill me at any given moment.”

“You would love California,” Jonathan offered. “Come visit me and Argyle this summer.”

“Only if you give me an actual resolution,” she teased.

“Ah, well, Florida it is, then.”

She stuck her tongue out at him before turning her inquisitive gaze on Chrissy. “What’s yours?”

Chrissy took a breath, took in the shimmer of her eye, the soft smile on Jonathan’s lips, the weight of Steve’s arm slung across the back of the couch. She wanted this, as much of it as she could get. She’d never had it before, not when she was trying to be someone she wasn’t. 

“I think I want to finally be Chrissy this year.” She let her lips curl around the words, felt the depth seep into her skin and settle in among her scars. She’d live how she wanted, not how Vecna or Jason or her mom or anyone said she should.

Her favorite cousin wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “That’d be a good look on you.”

@thefreakandthehair for the prompt resolutions from the Spicy Six Winter Fanworks Challenge

[thekaiqueen]

Some Cousin Harringham headcanons

Steve and Chrissy are cousins, Their mom's are siblings. They were close growing up but by the time Steve got into middle school and started becoming 'King Steve' they began drifting away from each other. By the events of season 4 they didn't really talk outside of school and the very rare family gatherings. Noone even really knew they were cousins.

So like when season 4 happened, after dustin and max told steve what they thought happened he went to see Chrissy in the hospital (i refuse to believe she's dead) and she like, insists that Eddie didn't hurt her. He's still kinda skeptical, but now that his kids and his cousin are insisting that this guys not evil he's kinda got to start believing it a little bit.

Steve really wanted to be a cheerleader as a kid. Like really wanted to be a cheerleader. Whenever he and Chrissy would hang out he'd always make her practice cheer with him. When he went into middle school he realized that he wasn't able to be a cheerleader because he was a boy so he went and played basketball instead. Chrissy liked cheerleading too but she didn't love it like Steve did. She only really went into it because he wasn't able to. 

They used to have 'girl nights' together, because Chrissy always wanted a sister and he liked having other people in his house,so they'd do their nails together and gossip until Steve became popular and stopped hanging out with her so much.

After season 4 Steve and Chrissy start getting close again and he cooks for her every weekend.

Buckingham happens and Chrissy come out to Steve and its just like:

Chrissy: Steve, im a lesbian.

Steve: oh cool

Chrissy: also i have a crush on your best friend

He then goes on for a good 10 minutes about how Robin is HIS and she cannot steal her from him and then like immediately after starts planning how to get them together. 

Then because he's an idiot he starts planning stuff to like get them alone and he tells Robin like "oh you and Chrissy should go to the movies" and Robs like "oh! girls night?! ill invite Nancy and Vickie-" and it just never works out but eventually Robin just asks Chrissy out and they both just say Steve was the mastermind behind it because they dont want him to feel bad about his attempts. 

Also, Callahan is their uncle, on their moms' side. And at the occasional family gathering he always watches over them to make sure noones giving them a hard time. (I like big-brother Callahan too but weird uncle is more fun.) Callahan has almost gotten into a fight with their like 11 year old cousin cause he overheard found out that Steve was bi and tried to tell his dad.

[pollenallergie]

TW: mentions of canon-typical homophobia, mentions of verbal/psychological/emotional abuse by Chrissy’s mom, mentions of body image issues and body-shaming, mentions of forced/encouraged starvation/under-eating, and implied eating disorder. Chrissy is only a mean girl when she feels she has to be. Not proofread.

Everyone talks about being Chrissy’s scary gf, but nobody talks about the fact that Chrissy is more than capable of being your scary gf. Sure, she’s usually super sweet and, thanks to her small stature and kind eyes, she looks really nice and not at all intimidating. But, don’t get it twisted, that woman can get mean when she needs to be. Not to mention, she’s fiercely protective of you, the person she loves most in this world. You’re not quite as popular or well-liked as her in Hawkins and, really, you never have been. So, Chrissy’s been protecting you as your resident mean, scary best friend for years; standing up to anyone who dares to be rude to you, sneering at those who give you dirty looks, and don’t even get me started at the psychological warfare that strawberry blonde is capable of inflicting whenever she gets even the slightest hint that someone has done wrong by you.

Chrissy’s protectiveness gets a million times worse when the two of you start dating shortly after going off to college together. It’s to the point where, whenever the two of you return home for a semester break, your former classmates from Hawkins High are overly kind to you, almost as if they’re afraid of inciting Chrissy’s wrath (they totally are). One time, Eddie, your mutual friend/former weed dealer, and the first person you both officially came out to from your hometown, had to hold the petite little spitfire back when one of her ex’s goons had the nerve to call you a homophobic slur at the annual Hawkins Autumn Festival. Also, in 1984, Chrissy pushed Carol Perkins into a shallow part of Lovers’ Lake during the annual Post-Homecoming Party when the older girl had the nerve to body-shame you, thereby ruining Carol’s homecoming dress and fancy hairstyle, smudging her make-up, and soaking her with the frigid Lovers’ Lake water. Carol went home crying that night and Chrissy, well, she went home with the biggest smile on her face because 1) she’d successfully put Carol Perkins in her place by pushing her into the lake, 2) she’d successfully consoled you after pushing Carol into the lake, 3) pushing Carol into the lake was actually a really good form of stress/anger relief, which was much needed after Chrissy’s mom had spent the entire week nitpicking her figure and forcing her to eat the smallest portion sizes imaginable so that she could fit into her expensive homecoming dress, 4) she was going home with you to eat some much-need, very greasy pizza in an environment where she wouldn’t be judged for eating more than one slice, but would instead be encouraged by you and your mom to eat as much as she liked (and you two would always be there to remind her that she was a beautiful, amazing person no matter what or how much she ate), and, 5) most importantly, SHE WAS GOING HOME WITH YOU!!! Sure, at that time, neither of you knew about the crushes you’d been harboring on each other for years and, therefore, it wasn’t like the two of you would actually kiss or do anything romantic, but Chrissy was always thrilled by even the mere prospect of getting sleep in bed next to you, her lovely best friend. <3

[madamemedic]

Room for One More? (Chapter One: Nat 20 on Unarmed Strike)

(This is a poly relationship with you, Eddie and Chrissy. Here's a quick list of what will change or stay the same.

1: No Upside Down

2: Jane gets legally adopted by Jim because Becky cannot look after her and Terry at the same time. So he adopts her.

3: Will does not get lost.

4: Bob is alive; he just doesn't date Joyce.

5: Barbara moves out of town to get better education choices.

6: Nancy cheats on Steve, but Steve finds out later. Nancy still ends up with Jonathan.

7: Star Mall is owned by a greedy company, no Russians; thus, it still stands, but Steve and Robin quit anyway.

8: Joyce and Hopper are newly dating.

9: No powers

10: Reader is 19

11: Nobody dies. Even Billy.

12: There is no papa.

That is it. Enjoy.)

Chrissy POV:

As far as Chrissy knew, her life was stagnant and, to be honest, boring. Every day was the same in the sleepy town of Hawkins, Indiana. Wake up, go to school, practice for cheer, go home, sleep and repeat. Chrissy was fed up with the days that seemed to drag on. However, it is always wasn't dull. There were times when two people made the day enjoyable despite not being involved.

It was Eddie Munson and (YFN) (YLN). Every lunchtime, you two arrive hand in hand. The love that even Chrissy could see when you looked at each other was something special. Jason never looked at her like that. It made Chrissy slightly ashamed, but in a way, she was jealous. You two were attached at the hip, where you saw one. The other was just a little behind. Today was no different.

"Look, it's the freak and the weirdo," Jason mutters to his jock friends as you and Eddie sit on the Hellfire table. The way you sat on Eddie's lap was casual like you two were sitting at home. Chrissy then saw Eddie's arm slink around your waist to slide your body closer to his. How could you two be nonchalant with your public displays of affection? Jason wasn't like that. Sure, if he caught anybody looking at Chrissy, he'd bark at them along the lines of 'hey, that's my girl, man' or 'quit staring at my girl.'

Chrissy was no longer interested in her food and couldn't help but watch you two. Eddie leans in to whisper in your ear. It must have been funny because you laughed and lightly tapped Eddie's arm.

"Gross, people like that need to be locked up in looney bins" Jason never held Chrissy close or told her jokes. In fact, Chrissy felt more like a trophy than a girlfriend at times. Of course, she could break up with him, but she didn't like being alone. So Chrissy sucked it up.

The jocks didn't seem to care that their words were mean and downright hurtful. Chrissy was damn sure that Jason was trying to provoke Eddie like always. He didn't always get what he wanted, but today, Jason hit a nerve.

"You got a problem, little boy?" Eddie calls over to her table. Now is where Eddie and Jason exchange insults; Chrissy thinks the whole ordeal was childish. So she usually ignored the talk between the two boys. That was until someone said her name.

"I would say that I feel sorry for your girlfriend having to date a freak like you, but she's like a weirdo like you two. A couple of circus clowns." Chrissy could see that comment got to Eddie since she saw his hand on your hip clench for a few seconds before relaxing.

"Oh, we freaky alright. I bet you don't stray from missionary because any other position scares you," Hellfire's table cheers.

"Damn, I feel sorry for Chrissy; bet never given her the big O; I bet Jason's a one-pump chump kind of guy. But, don't worry, Chrissy baby, if you want to experience a good time, you are more than welcome to come to me, baby, anytime." That's when Chrissy looked at you. You had the most salacious grin on your face, and Eddie looked like he was going to pass away with how hard he was laughing. But, on the other hand, Jason looked ready to burst from anger. Apart from Jason's table, the entire lunch room was laughing along, only fulling Jason's anger.

"Freak, you best put a muzzle on that bitch before I do", Jason had stood up. Chrissy could see that Jason was ready to start a fight.

"A bitch? Now listen here, daddy's trust fund baby. You even try to muzzle my girlfriend, and I'll fucking kick you and your friend's asses" Eddie had now, by the end of his sentence, walked over to the Jock table. This looked like it was going to end in a fight. Still, you had taken Eddie's hand and started to pull him away whilst saying, 'he isn't worth it' and 'Eddie, you can't afford to get another detention.'

"Yeah, that's right, get your bitch to defend you. Fucking slut" Now, up until he said that, you had almost got Eddie to go back to his table, but that's when you did a 180 and stormed over to Jason. His face was cocky, but not for long, as you punched Jason square in the face. There was a loud cracking noise as Jason fell to the floor, cupping his nose.

"FUCK, I THINK SHE BROKE MY GODDAMN NOSE" The room fell silent.

"TRY THAT SHIT AGAIN, AND I'LL BREAK MORE THAN JUST YOUR FUCKING NOSE", You spit at Jason. Chrissy was stunned. Sure there had been back and forths, but this was different. By the time she recovered, you and Eddie were gone. The room now was bustling with whispers as Chrissy had turned to Jason. His face was covered in his own blood... wait for a second; you really did end up breaking Jason's nose or what looked like it to Chrissy, but there was no time to ponder as Jason called for Chrissy to take him to the school nurse. Of course, Chrissy, the ever-doting girlfriend, helped her poor boyfriend to the infirmary. Despite Jason having the broken nose, Chrissy hoped you and Eddie got away safely. Maybe when the dust settled, Chrissy could find you to see if you were OK. But for now, she was stuck tilting Jason's head back to stop the bleeding.

(Hoi, you punched Jason, and now he has a broken nose. Rad. I hope you will leave feedback and enjoy your day or night)

[racheld93]

Heather: Alright, Billy, it's your turn.

Billy: This game is stupid.

Chrissy: You didn't think so when beer came out of your nose when I said I'd rather fuck Goth Sam and kill Carol.

Billy: I was surprised by your improving taste.

Chrissy: *giggles and shoves him* Fuck you.

Billy: No thank you.

Barb: Okay let's keep this going already before my mom comes down here again with more sweets. Billy, you have to answer. Argyle, its your turn to ask.

Argyle: *wide-eyed and chewing on the last double chocolate chip cookie* Mmm oood?

Billy: *knowing Argyle just went 'my dude'* Just ask Argie.

Argyle: ... N-

Billy: Kill Nancy, Fuck Steve, Marry Steve

Barb: Hey!

Argyle: Whoa Billiam I was gonna say Nancy Reagan. Are you reading my mind? Are we finally psychically linking up? *reaches for Billy's head*

Billy: *swats the hand to protect his curls* Fine. Kill both Nancys, Fuck Steve, Marry Steve.

Barb: *punches Billy in the tit*

Billy: Hey! *punches her in the tit right back*

*tit punching and rolling on the floor commences while Heather answers Chrissy's picks and Argyle cheers on the tit punching*

Mrs. Holland: *yelling from upstairs* Pizza! Come and get it!

*the tit punching and cheering and the Fuck, Marry, Kill game pause... and then five hungry teens push and shove and trip each other up the basement stairs*

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Chrissy had gotten home before Eddie did. She was in the bedroom taking off her shoes when she heard the front door open.

Eddie: Heeyyy, Chrissy, my beloved! Can we keep him?!

She left the bedroom and started walking into the living room, nearly tripping over Garfield.

Chrissy: Babe, I love cats as much as you do, but I think we have too -

She stopped. Eddie was in the living room holding hands with Steve.

Chrissy: *blinking* That's Steve.

Eddie: Oh good, you noticed. I promise to feed him and take care of him. I totally get it if you don't want to.

Steve: *blushing* This isn't necessary. I'm not a cat.

Chrissy: *smiled and took his other hand* I think we can work something out. He's really cute.

[rodneywaber-archive]

the bad list - z berg and ryan ross

i fall for the same face every time - z berg

[youngster-monster]

Im in finals hell currently but stranger things and steddie have their claws in me once again so have this. fic idea thing for a role reversal au between steve and eddie

Season 1, Will Byers disappears and Eddie may be a freak, but shit, missing kid, so he goes on a few of the search parties with his uncle. And he keeps going, even when Wayne's hours mean he can't go anymore: just grabs the lamp torch and walks through the woods for a few hours when he can’t sleep, often on his own. It’s creepy as hell out there, he keeps feeling like something is watching him, but whenever he tries to sleep he ends up spending hours staring at his ceiling instead so whatever. It’s something to do. He keeps doing it even after they fish out Will’s body from the quarry: Hawkins’ nicer when it’s quiet.

He tried to like, talk to Jonathan a few times at school, freaks should stick together etc, but it didn’t exactly. Work. Still, he finds himself wandering past the Byers’ house and when he sees the lights blinking like crazy and hears the noises coming from inside he decides to investigate.

Steve, meanwhile, saw Nancy’s gun and decided shit was already weird enough, running out of the narrative none the wiser. For now. Eddie bursts into the house just in time to see the Demorgogon: his turn at being a protagonist!

The following seasons would go in the same vein. Eddie gets reverse adopted by Dustin on virtue of being a cool older male figure who’s into DnD and probably spends a lot of time grabbing the kids and running instead of getting his ass beat by the villain of the week: THIS protagonist is a runner, and he gets way fewer concussions about it

(Steve, meanwhile, gets dumped without even knowing what made Nancy change so much. No friends, because his previous ones were assholes, and no girlfriend, because he’s bullshit: he’s a pretty lonely guy.)

Nancy won’t let Eddie hang around the kids while dealing, so he picks up a job as Scoops Ahoy instead. Please picture this in your mind. It takes a minute for his, huh. Loud. personality to grow on Robin, but they have that kind of wlw/mlm acerbic friendship, you know the one. When there’s two gays on shift NOTHING gets done. 

Decoding russian cyphers is great fodder for future DnD puzzles and he has a grand ol’ time up until they get kidnapped; he gets a few traumas about it and also a mutual coming out, which is nice because he really thought he’d die the only gay person in Hawkins.

Steve gets a job at some sorts of sports goods store in Starcourt; his parents were NOT happy that he didn’t get into any college. That’s where he meets Chrissy: she needs new shoes for cheer practice, he flirts with her, they actually go on a date, and he’s done enough introspection to realize boy, she is NOT having fun here. He apologizes, SHE apologizes, they’re both cute about it, he drives her home, and somehow they become friends instead. He deserves that.

So in ‘86, when Chrissy needs something to silence the nightmares, she goes to her good pal Steve Harrington at Family Video instead: maybe a movie would help. They chat a bit, he proposes they watch “Girls Just Want To Have Fun” after his shift, and then she starts floating, which isn’t a great moment for anyone involved

In his scramble to climb over the counter to drag her down, Steve walks on the tv remote that controls the display TV, turning the volume up. He had put Grease on when Chrissy walked in: it’s one of her favorite. “Summer Nights” starts blaring, and it’s not her favorite but shit, i’m in charge of the plot here, it works enough that she collapses to the ground, in a bad, bad shape, but alive.

Lucas is pretty much the only one of the kids who’s close-ish to Steve; I figure he reached out to the last best ball boy of hawkins high for tips when he tried out for the basketball team. Don’t ask me how they became actual friends, just know that they are, so the next day he goes looking for Steve to talk about recent My Friends Don’t Like Me Balling teenage angst and finds a crime scene instead. Steve isn’t at the hospital either: he’s at the police station, being questioned because the cops think he’s the one who broke a few of Chrissy’s limbs and put her in a coma (the main theory is that he asked her out, she said no, and he, what, flew in a rage? It’s not like he can tell them the TRUTH. The cameras don’t even work inside the family video.)

Cue the rest of the season. With one long freakout on Steve’s part because his parents are rich enough for him to post bail but jesus christ there isn’t enough money in the world to forget the fact that magic is real and hates you specifically

[gonegrove]

love thinking about robin learning that heather and chrissy used to "practice kissing" together and were basically as close to dating as you can be w/o consciously acknowledging it. like she's just standing there in a fugue state as her brain melts trying to comprehend two of the hottest girls in school making out. like, the two hottest most popular girls in school are into girls too, holy shit.