#chrissy cunningham x billy hargrove

[californiaboytoybilly]

we'll safety pin the pieces of our broken hearts; patching up all the holes 'til we both feel much better

moodboard request for anon // calicheer // running away to california

[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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[fujiblackthorne]

romance is alive and well 🐝

[harringroveera]

Girls’ night! They eat and watch movies and do manicures and also talk about their idiot friends in love!

[ppel0n]

a very unfortunate sketch. YES, guys, I love these injured angels, they deserved better

[calicheer-cove]

Lonnie Byers, Neil Hargrove, and Laura Cunningham: *still canonically alive*

Stranger Things rp blogs, shippers, artists, and fanfic/headcanon writers:

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddieangstyaugust Day 19 - Music Monday: Careless Whisper – George Michael

i’m challenging myself to keep all these at either 127 or 1,270 words each, see day one for more of an explanation!

“‘S.H's SEX MEX’?” Steve’s head whips around, staring wide-eyed at the tape in Eddie’s hand. “What’s this, Harrington?”

“None of your business, that’s what.” Steve stalks back to Eddie’s desk, moving to snatch the tape from him.

Eddie pulls it out of reach. “Lemme guess, George Michael’s saxophone-y stylings are heavily featured.”

It's weird, he thinks, that a song about cheating is already starting to find it's way onto these exact types of tapes but, to each their own.

Plus: Steve goes pink. Bingo.

“No. Shut up.” He swipes for it again.

“Nah uh uh–OOF!” Eddie’s teasing is cut short when Steve fully tackles him to the ground.

He stares dumbly up at him, every bit of his body that’s pinned under Steve feels like it’s on fire.

Steve snatches the tape from his hand and sits up, straddling Eddie’s legs in triumph.

“HA! Take that, Muns—”

“OooOHhhh! The fallen King falls lower! Caught in the lap of the town freak!” Tommy Hagan’s dumb freckled face sneers from the doorway.

Steve twists around at the sound of Tommy’s voice (a move that doesn't help Eddie’s ‘cute boy in his lap’ problem in the slightest), turns back to give Eddie another panicked look, then bolts up and out the door, face red as a stoplight.

“Think you’re real cool for gettin’ Stevie in your freak flock, Munson?”

“Didn’t think you still cared about Stevie, Hagan.” Eddie says, standing and brushing himself off, “Looked to me like you dropped him the second you had a new piece of ass to follow around.” He’s been getting some vibes from both Hagan and Hargrove ever since the latter arrived in Hawkins.

Pink Dalmatian is… well, Eddie wouldn’t say it’s a good look for Tommy, but it’s... different. “Shut the fuck up, Munson!”

“Oh yeah? Or what, you’ll sick your beefy boyfriend on me?” Eddie shrugs, nonchalant, “Gotta warn you though, I might like it.” he grins.

Tommy goes pinker, then leaves too, steam streaming out his ears.

Eddie’s decided he hates this fuckin’ mall.

Jameson’s record shop down on Main is already pricing down their stock to compete with the Sam Goody that’s opened up a couple doors down from here, and they’ve been sellin' music since Wayne was a kid 100 years ago!

Stupid fuckin’ mall.

In the middle of vowing to never set foot in this brightly-lit hellscape after he’s finished with his sundae, who should walk in but Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington. In a sailor suit. Just walked into Scoops Ahoy. Blue shorts, tall socks, matching fuckin shoes. Jesus H. Christ.

And what’s worse? The moment Eddie had looked up, the moment Steve set foot across the threshold, what should start playing over the speakers but the cheesy saxophone intro to Careless Fuckin’ Whisper.

Steve walks behind the counter, waves goodbye to whoever it was that he’s taking over for, and grabs a bucket. 

Eddie, the only person in here at 2:15pm on a Wednesday, watches as he starts methodically wiping down all the tables.

He glances up at some point and gives Eddie a tight-lipped smile before getting back to it. 

It knocks Eddie out of his reverie and he goes back to his now-soupy sundae. 

He hears Steve shuffle away at some point, but he’s not about to be caught staring again. 

The thought of what Steve’s ass looks like in those shorts almost breaks him but he stays strong, swirling his spoon around in his melted cup of goo.

He’s about to cut his losses and try to sneak a peek when a voice pipes up from in front of him.

“Thought you might need some of these.” Steve says, holding out a short stack of napkins.

“Uh.. thanks?” Eddie says, taking them.

“No problem.” Then he’s gone. 

Why would he think Eddie needed—- oh Jesus fucking Christ.

Eddie’s got a glob of vanilla ice cream melting down the front of his shirt. 

“God fuckin’---” he scrubs at the spot futilely, the flimsy napkins disintegrating against the fabric. 

The sundae’s in the trash not long after, along with his pride.

After spring break from hell, after the bats, the hospital, the NDAs, managing to come out the other side with not one but, what, 11? more friends, he and Steve are teetering on the edge of something.

Chrissy and Robin had gotten very close in the immediate aftermath of the former’s ill-fated trip to the Munson abode, bonding at first over Blondie, then over movies, then milkshakes, and kisses and– you get the idea.

He and Steve had somehow ended up on a weird duplicate of the same path. There was bonding over Dio of all things, over Star Wars, then over the ‘Ring Lord’ books as Steve liked to call them; now all that’s left to do is the date stuff if they’re gonna follow in their platonic soulmates’ footsteps.

And no matter what he’s seen happen in this stupid fuckin’ town, that’s not something he can even fathom happening.

Until.

“Hey Eds, what’re you doing on Friday night?”

Eddie shrugs, still half-focused on the miniature he’s painting for Will. “You’re lookin’ at it, Steve-o.” another touch of purple there… “Why?”

“Wanna come over? We can pick up take out from Enzo’s and watch a movie..?”

Why’s he sound so weird? Sounds like any one of their other hangouts, except the Enzo’s, that’s new. He looks up at Steve, a weird angle since he’s on the floor in front of the coffee table and Steve’s still on the couch. “Sure, sounds fun, but why Enzo’s?”

Steve’s cheeks look brighter, “I dunno, I’ve been craving fettuccine, we can get pizza if you want…?”

“Nah man, just get me some garlic bread and I’m good.” Eddie grins, going back to his work. Steve seems to relax further into the couch.

Until.

Eddie knocks on Steve’s door at 6pm on Friday evening. He scratches a spot on his arm under his jacket sleeve, wonders again why Wayne insisted Eddie not wear his favorite holey jeans and cut-off Black Sabbath tee.

Steve opens the door, “Hey! Eddie..”

“Hey Steve, you look nice.” he’s wearing a button-down shirt, odd. “What’s with the shirt?”

He looks down at himself, “Oh, just what I had left in my closet. C’mon in man..”

They’re halfway through their pasta when it hits him.

Like snapping out of a daydream, Eddie looks around.

Candles, nice shirt, pasta, wine that Steve apologized for because he “Ran out of beer, sorry.”...

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Oh my god!”

“What?!”

Eddie looks up from his plate to Steve’s face. There’s a bit of sauce on his lip. “This is a date.” he breathes.

Steve’s expression shifts from confusion to embarrassment. He puts his fork down. “Um.. Yeah. It is, that okay?”

He jerks up out of his seat and all but runs around the end of the table to pull Steve out of his. 

“Look, I’m sor—” he’s cut off by Eddie’s lips on his.

“You.” another kiss. “You took me on a date.” another. “What the fuck, Steve.”

Steve’s grinning brightly now, “Yeah, I did.”

Eddie kisses him again. “I can’t believe my uncle knew before me.”

After, when they’re lying sticky and satisfied in Steve’s bed, Eddie remembers something. “I can’t believe you sexed me up without your ‘SEX MEX’.” he laughs.

Steve does too, reaching over Eddie to push a button on his stereo. 

Those damn saxophones are at it again, crooning at them both. 

“I didn’t want to accidentally ruin the mood,” Steve admits.

Eddie laughs, “Consider the mood reignited, big boy.”

uhhh this one turned out more fun/fluffy than angsty... i'm pretty sure the only angst in it is the teasing at the beginning...... but i think i needed it after all the other angst i've been writing/reading this month.. so consider this some levity!!

see the collection on ao3!

[shieldofiron]

Get on their level, or perish.

[munsonson]

What instantly turns you off from a Stranger Things fic? For me it’s anything villainizing Nancy, particularly in Steve stories. It bugs me so much.

[hellcheer-heaven]

@hellcheerweek Hellcheer Week: Day 8 prompt - Scare Actor

Hellcheer Shenanigans: Down to Clown

Eddie needed to make a little extra money, so he worked as a scare actor for a haunted maze during the month of October. Halloween was the busiest night and he fun spooking everyone that walked through his section. The last person he expected to come by was Chrissy.

Also Robin’s big debut, yay!

[runraerun]

🧚 hey! it’s dangerous to go alone…

make sure you take your platonic soulmate with you!✨

[shichey97]

If Not For You (Hellcheer) pt 1

Eddie Munson hadn’t left Hawkins like he always planned, instead he went to a trade school after ‘86 and got his ASE certification. He found a small shop that was abandoned, paid the property taxes, and opened his business. He quickly became the best mechanic in Hawkins and thanks to his uncle managing the books he has been able to focus on fixing the cars.

However things weren't going smoothly due to Eddie having to make the appointments, leave time for walk-ins, etc. He needed help on that front so over dinner at Benny’s he asks about Wayne possibly hiring a person to make appointments. Wayne says of course and a few days later he calls Eddie into the office.

“The new hire is coming in soon. She’s a single mother and needs to bring her daughter with her for now. I set up a playpen for the girl.” Wayne says motioning to the corner behind the desk. “I expect you to be nice Eddie Munson.” he says firmly. “Wayne, I'm not going to ruin my business by being a jerk to whoever it is you hired.” He says sighing as he pours him some more coffee into his cup, “How old is the kid? I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“She’s 2. I’ve explained to her mom that she’ll need to keep her with her or in the playpen.” Wayne says and Eddie nods. “You have a customer.” He says pointing to the burgundy 1983 BMW 733i that just pulled in causing Eddie to take one final drink and set it down before walking out. Eddie is busy talking to none other than Steve Harrington to notice Chrissy walking into his shop with a blonde toddler on her hip and a baby bag on her shoulder.

“Wayne, I need to order a new camshaft for the Bmw 733i.” Eddie calls as he walks through the door stopping short when he sees Chrissy behind their little desk on the phone with a client writing something in a notebook and then she hangs up.

“Hey, Eddie.” She says nervously, “Your uncle hired me.. I hope that’s not a problem.” She nervously played with the hem of her skirt.

“It’s ok.” He says giving her a small smile before walking over and taking the phone dialing a number. He gets the part ordered and has Chrissy write down when it’ll be in. He hangs up and looks at her, “If you can stay a bit later I’ll tell you what I need you to do around here.” 

She nods, “I can stay later. It’s just me and Beth now so I don’t have any reason I can’t stay.” She says quietly and Eddie nods.

“Ok thank you.” he says before leaving back to the garage part of the shop. He explains that it’ll be a few days and that Steve is welcome to use the phone in the shop to call someone to pick him up. Then his appointment arrived so he parked the BMW and hung the keys up.

It’s 6 hours later when Eddie closes up shop and walks into the office as the last customer was leaving. He has oil and grease on him from the cars, but he looks happier than he ever had in school. Chrissy iss swaying side to side with her daughter who looked like she had just got done crying.

He washes up and sighs, “I’m hungry. Are you guys?” He asks, looking at Wayne and Chrissy. Wayne nods, but Chrissy shakes her head.

“I don’t have extra cash for anything but essentials.” she explains and both men look at her then each other.

“My treat.” Wayne says, straightening up and grabbing his keys. “Come on we’ll get Benny’s.” He says and Eddie hums with a nod.

“You really don’t have to feed me. I can make something at home. It’s no problem.” she argues and Wayne looks at her with a small smile.

“Miss Cunningham, you’re a part of us now so we’ll take care of you as we would each other.” he says and pats her shoulder “You’re not a problem at all.”

Chrissy nods and grabs her diaper bag following Wayne out of the shop leaving Eddie to lock everything up. He had just bought Wayne a new truck since his truck had crapped out on him. Eddie opened the door for Chrissy who crawled in and buckled her and her daughter in with a soft thank you.

Eddie climbed in the front and looked at Wayne, “Let’s stop by the general store really quick.” He says and he turns down the radio.

“So what are you going to need from me?” Chrissy asks nervously as she holds the little girl’s hands.

“I’m sure Uncle Wayne explained most of it, but I need you to make appointments and order parts.” He says looking at her. “You’ll handle the money and I’ll need to make you a cheat sheet for what are problems and what questions to ask the people who call in.” He says making a list of things he needed to do, causing his uncle to laugh slightly at his nephew’s antics.

“Eddie slow down a little bit. It was her first day, there's no need to cram everything into one day.” Wayne says after he caught the panicked look on Chrissy’s face.

“Right. I’m sorry. The second half was more for me, not you.” He says twisting to look at her again. He studied her face a moment before humming, “What’s your little girl’s name?” 

“Elizabeth.” She says quietly and smiles at her. “She’s two and my whole world.” Chrissy says it proudly as if being 21 with a 2 year old was the best thing to happen to her.

“I see. She’s adorable. She looks like you.” He says reaching back to offer his hand to the little girl who just stared at him with big blue eyes. He laughs and pulls his hand back as they get to the general store.

Everyone in town knew who the father was; The Cunninghams and the Carvers made a huge deal out of their families merging and becoming one when Chrissy and Jason got married in September of ‘86 when they were just 19. Eddie, being 2 years older, couldn’t imagine being married with a kid at 19 let alone now.

“Chrissy, can you come in with me?” Eddie asks as he gets out of the truck. He helps her out and Wayne comes around to take Elizabeth promising to take care of her.

Chrissy nods and follows Eddie in, “What did we stop here for?” she asks, looking up at the curly haired man. “Well if we’re going to be feeding you and Elizabeth at the weekly business dinner then we’ll need to get a carseat for the truck. I also want to get some things to keep at the office in case you run out.” He says looking at her.

“I plan on getting a babysitter once I have a steady income. I just need to bring her for a little bit.” She says looking down. “I just have to find someone who would be willing to do it.”

“Why don’t you try Steve Harrington? A friend of mine says he’s great with kids. I could talk to him for you. I know he’s in between jobs right now.” Eddie says looking at the car seats he looks so lost as he reads about the features and safety things. He picks out one that sounds really good and looks at Chrissy in question. “That’s really expensive, Eddie. We can get a cheaper one.” She says, sounding like she’s panicking a little bit. It’s obvious she’s already thinking of how to pay him back.

“Hey don’t worry about paying me back. I want to make sure the little one is safe and has what she needs.” He then turns red, “Not that you’re not doing a good job. I just remember my mom and uncle telling me that sometimes you can have everything you think you need and then something happens and you need something else that you don’t have.”

Chrissy nods slowly, “Ok…you don’t have too though. I know you need office space for the business.” “We have a closet that holds the coffee, filters, snacks, and personal things. We can just put her stuff there.” He says smiling softly. So they spend a good 20 minutes making sure to get Elizabeth everything that Chrissy may need while at work including fruits and veggie snacks.

Once they are done and back at the truck Eddie installs the car seat properly and smiles, “There we go.” he says and takes Elizabeth and sits her in the car seat buckling her in with a big smile and puffing his cheeks out. The little girl giggles and grabs a handful of his hair causing Eddie to squawk and grab her little hand gently. “Gotta let go of my hair, pretty girl.” he says as Chrissy works to untangle her hand from his curls.

She finally got it undone and the girl starts whining so Eddie smiles, “How about I sit back here by you?” he asks looking at Chrissy for her ok. Once she nodded he climbed in and sat by Elizabeth entertaining her while they drove to Benny’s and then they took Chrissy and the baby back to her house bidding her good night.

[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 👀🫦👀

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)

[pileofboneswrites]

QUEEN OF THE FREAKS_series.strangerthings

vol 1. — jonathan

SUMMARY — you reminisce on how you and jonathan became friends.

PAIRINGS — fem!henderson!reader x platonic!jonathan byers | fem!henderson!reader x platonic!eddie munson | fem!henderson!reader x platonic!robin buckley

WORD COUNT — 2.7k

WARNINGS — bullying, violence, blood, swearing.

SERIES | NEXT

NOW.

"you're sure it's not a bother?" you ask jonathan, bouncing on your toes as you walk beside him.

"you're never a bother," jonathan sighs, adjusting the strap of the bag on his shoulder.

you roll your eyes, "yeah, but that means coming back to the school to pick me up,"

you'd learned from one of your team mates, that your cheer practice had been moved from tomorrow, to today last minute. normally, you and jonathan take turns driving each other to and from school, and on days you have practice or he works you just take your own cars. however, as it was last minute, you weren't informed until you walked into your homeroom class this morning. finally, he stops walking, turning to look at you head on.

"it's okay, seriously, we've made bigger detours for will's and dustin's club. it's not a big deal to come back to pick you up," there's a hint of irritation to his voice, but that normally pops up when you pester your best friend about his decisions. he sighs, dropping his gaze to your feet.

you nod, "i just don't—"

"wanna be a burden," he finishes, "you're not a burden. i'll be in the parking lot at 4:30,"

"5:30," you correct, and he smiles, nodding as he follows a group of students out into the parking lot.

you can't help but smile a little as you watch him dodge a freshman who nearly knocks into him. you and jonathan have been best friends since you moved to hawkins in the eighth grade. it was luck that his younger brother, will, also ended up becoming friends with your younger brother, dustin. you very distinctly remember meeting jonathan for the first time.

1980

it was your first day at hawkins middle school, and one of your new classmates was shoving a boy to the dirt. his books and papers flew all over and the bully just cackled, watching jonathan struggle to gather his things.

you went against every rule you'd made for yourself over the summer. you wanted it to be different here than it was where you used to live. you wanted to be liked, and respected. unfortunately your morals won out as soon as you parked your bike.

you immediately ran over to where jonathan was hurriedly trying to piece his things back together, and begin grabbing some of the stray loose pages. You looked like a maniac, especially when the wind began to pick up and launched the pages into the air. that didn't stop you.

"wh-why are you helping me?" jonathan mumbled, watching you organize the pages flat and hand them over to him.

"i've been where you are," you replied simply, handing him his things. "what's your name?"

"jonathan byers," he said, barely making eye contact with you.

you offered him a small smile, "i'm y/n henderson, nice to meet you."

"oh, whose this? freak-athan has a girlfriend?" the bully commented, watching the pair of you head towards the school.

"no shithead," you snapped. "one, his name is jonathan, and two, he's got a friend, and i suggest you take a step back before you get hurt,"

"oh i'm shaking," the kid muttered sarcastically, rolling his eyes and walking away.

"if he messes with you again, let me know." you tell jonathan, but he doesn't reply.

the rest of your day continued uneventfully, you'd had to introduce yourself to the class, but most of your new classmates were very welcoming. you'd made friends with two other girls, nancy wheeler and barbra holland. they were nice, but you kept finding yourself drifting towards jonathan.

at lunch, you purposely sought jonathan out, and found him sitting outside in the grass under a lone tree. far enough away from all the other kids, and all alone. he had half a sandwich in his hand, and a book in the other, obviously preoccupied. you almost felt bad for disturbing him. almost.

"can I sit with you?" you asked, peering down at jonathan through your bangs, your bagged lunch in your hands.

"why would you want to?" he replied, despite what sounded like a protest, he scooted over to give you some room.

he set his book down on his knee face down as not to lose his spot, and quickly finished his sandwich half.

"why wouldn't i want to?" you countered, and he finally looked up at you, really taking in your appearance.

you wore an old queen tshirt, jeans, and your favourite dark green converse. you had a flannel shirt tied around your hips, and your backpack hung from your left shoulder. you drop your bag, and sit next to him on the ground.

"cause i'm not exactly "cool"," he said, making air quotes with his hands.

"who cares about cool? you seem like you could use a friend, and i want to be that friend." you huffed, slightly annoyed at his persistence to dodge you.

"i like being alone," he shrugged, watching you empty your lunch bag.

"shit," you muttered mindlessly, going over the contents of your bag and then rummaging through your backpack in search of your sandwich.

"what?" jonathan asked, eyeing you.

your shoulders slumped, irritated that dustin had distracted you to the point of forgetting your sandwich. you'd been in a rush, dustin decided to turn back over and fall alseep after you woke him, and that made you late. after you'd gotten out of the shower, you realized he was radio silent, which knowing dustin either meant he was asleep or up to no good. considering it was 7:15, the former made more sense than the latter.

"forgot my sandwich," you grumbled, staring down at your small pile of pretzels, two juice boxes, an apple and a homemade brownie you'd baked the previous night.

"you can have the other half of mine," he sighed, holding the ziploc bag containing the sandwich out towards you.

"really?" you questioned, skeptical at his sudden change.

"take it before i change my mind,"

you turned your head to fully look at him, and there was a small smile crawling its way up his face. you didn't push it. you took the sandwich from him, and took a bite before you leaned down to break your brownie in half. jonathan's gaze was far off, watching something in the distance. you smiled to yourself as you sat up straight, and poked him in the arm to regain his attention.

"oh," he mumbled, looking down at the obviously bigger piece in your outstretched hand, his eyes flickered back up to you. "are you—"

"take it before i change my mind," you smiled, and you could tell he visibly relaxed, a real smile making it's way up to his eyes as he took it from you.

and suddenly, jonathan wasn't so opposed to you sticking around. the pair of you credit that moment as the beginning of your friendship, but what truly solidified your friendship and reaffirmed to jonathan that you were there for him happened two months later.

it was a friday, and the plan was for you and jonathan to drop your brothers off at home with your mom's and then meet up at the arcade and grab pizza after. that had been the plan. straight forward, and fun. but after you dropped dustin off at home, you biked to the arcade and waited. after twenty minutes of waiting, you began to worry. jonathan was having a hard time with his bullies especially after you stepped in on your first day. which was something you didn't know. you decided to bike the route jonathan always took home after a night at the arcade, having done it with him numerous times you had it memorized.

you barely got two blocks away when you heard the laughter. you perked up immediately, recognizing it as one of the boys in your class. you slowed your speed, seeing a trail of bikes leading into and alley. your eyes trailed them, and your heart dropped into your stomach when you saw jonathan's. you dropped your bike, and ran towards the laughter. you found five boys from your class standing in a half circle, obscuring your view. it didn't take much for you to realize that the ring leader daniel was hurting jonathan.

"what the hell are you assholes doing?!" you shouted, startling them to the point they jumped out of the way, giving you a clear view of your best friend on his knees, blood pouring from his nose.

"oh look at that, freak-athan's girlfriend's coming to his rescue again." daniel said, tauntingly.

you shoved him out of your way, hard. he stumbled, and tripped landing square on his ass. you knelt down next to jonathan to inspect his wounds. the kid growled, quickly climbing to his feet as you stood again. he stepped so close to you that your noses almost touched.

"you're going to regret that," he spat, saliva fanning across your cheeks.

it took every fiber in your being not to recoil in disgust at the smell of his breath. you rolled your eyes, and firmly stood your ground as his gaggle of on lookers held their breath in anticipation of the coming fight.

"trust me, you're the only one going to regret anything if you go down this road daniel." you replied, smiling sweetly up at him.

"i'm not scared of you henderson, you're just a girl." he chuckled, taking a step back. "it's not worth it,"

you're not quite sure why, but that made you see red. like a bull in a china shop, you trudged forward, fists clenched as you tackled the taller boy to the ground. you wailed on him, fists flying so fast he barely had a chance to block you, let alone fight back.

"how's this for a girl!?" you shouted, landing a punch to his left eye.

ganiel wiggled underneath you, screaming as you finally stopped swinging. you panted, staring down at the crying boy beneath you. anger coursed through you, hot and heavy.

"you ever lay a hand on jonathan again, this will all seem like a sweet dream. got it?" you snarled, glancing up at at his goons, then back down at daniel.

snot and tears streamed down daniel's face, you gripped the sides of his jacket, hauling him up slightly.

"do. you. understand?" you whispered through gritted teeth, and he slowly nodded. "good," you smiled widely, and climbed back off of him, to walk back over to jonathan.

jonathan stared up at you wide-eyed, unblinking as you pulled a packet of tissues from your pocket and began gently wiping away the blood on his face.

"do you think it's broken?" you whispered, and he shook his head. "i'm really sorry about that,"

now that the adrenaline began wearing off, embarrassment about the situation was beginning to set in. daniel was right about one thing. you are just a girl. once word of what you did goes around, you're sure you're going to hear about it from every adult. you tried to push those worries aside, and focus on getting jonathan as cleaned up as you could.

"it was badass," jonathan replied, and without hesitation wrapped you in a hug. "thank you,"

you smiled slightly, wrapping your arms around him in return. "always,"

NOW.

"done daydreaming?" chrissy cunningham asks you, bumping your shoulder with hers as she passes you.

twirling as she continues walking. you giggle, and follow her towards the gym. she walks instep with you, bouncing slightly on her feet.

"so, you and jonathan?" she asks, side-eying you as you open the door to the gym for her to pass through.

"oh," you mumble, and then shake your head. "no, no, jonathan's just my best friend. he's been in love with nancy wheeler longer than i've lived in hawkins."

her blonde eye brows raise, and you cringe. some best friend. you think.

"which you did not hear from me," and she giggles.

"that one's pretty obvious, i've caught him staring at her more times than i can count. kinda why i asked, didn't want you getting your hopes up."

"ha, no. i have no romantic feelings for him. he's just my best friend. was the first one i made when i moved here," you tell her, and she smiles.

"that's nice that you guys are still friends, i don't think i'm still friends with any of the kids I knew when I first started here..."

"well, you do spend all your time with the other cheerleaders. not that that's a bad thing, purely an observation."

she shrugs, "yeah i guess that would make sense,"

"alright!" your captain yells, gathering everyone's attention. "let's get into formation!"

practice went off without much of an issue, until the end. e.veryone was stretching; sitting, standing, laying down in various positions and areas across the gym floor. like most nights at the end of practice, you were by yourself. sure, you loved cheerleading, but the other girls? no so much. chrissy is the exception on that. mind you, chrissy's sweet to everyone. you didn't think the girl had it in her to be mean to anyone.

the problem came with her being a bystander too worried about the others to make them stop. and they always had it out for you due to who you'd prefer to spend time off the pyramid with.

"henderson's such a freak. she's a fantastic cheerleader, but she follows jonathan around like a damn puppy." one girl says loudly, the other three girls she's sitting with giggling as they all stare at you.

"maybe she's in love with him," another replies, "poor girl doesn't even realize he wants nancy wheeler,"

you try your best to ignore them, their taunting never seems to change, recycling all the same things over and over. your annoyance with them is less their issue with jonathan, and more their negativity. for the leaders on pep they do a pretty shit job on being peppy.

"or maybe you lot are just fucking idiots, and jonathan is someone worth talking to." you shoot back, glaring the three of them down. "y'know, maybe if any of you could try being nice to literally anyone you'd realize how shitty your personalities are. outer beauty is only around for so long before you have a chicken neck, and saggy fucking tits. at that point, all that's left is how much of a goddamn waste of oxygen you are."

they stare at you, mouths hanging open at your comment. you flip them off as you get up, and walk out of the gym. you find jonathan's car idling out front, and slide into the passenger seat. he looks at you, and you just stare straight ahead out the windshield.

"how was pr–" he starts, and you shake your head.

"i think I'm going to quit." you reply, turning to buckle yourself in.

"but you love being a cheerleader," he says, and you just shrug. "what happened?"

"i don't really wanna talk about it," the fierce look in your eyes tells him to not push, so he doesn't.

"uh, okay."

the ten minute drive to your house is quiet between the pair of you. jonathan can feel the anger radiating off you in waves, but knows that it's usually best to leave you alone when you get quiet like this. he slows to a stop in front of your house, putting the car in park. you stare at your house for a moment, deep in thought. jonathan clears his throat, and you turn your head to look at him.

"your turn tomorrow," he tells you, "will and dustin have av club after school though so we have about two hours to go to the arcade or something, if you want?"

"sounds like fun," you reply, unable to help the smile that spreads across your lips. "we haven't been to the arcade in years,"

"that's why i suggested it, i think you could use the distraction."

"thanks..." you lean over and hug jonathan tightly, before slipping out of the car and bouncing up to your house.

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Their friends just want them to shut up sometimes

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