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indouloureux · 2 years

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can I request something with Eddie. Chrissy and reader experimenting together? There is such a lack of the three of them together and your writing is bomb 🥵

hngghhh u >:(

18+ mdni. cw: tongue fucking, wlw, perv!eddie, exhibitionism, threesome, throatfucking, oral (f & m), blackmailing??? so maybe also dark!eddie

chrissy's a very curious person. she loves trying out new things — weed, new dance routine, food, traveling to new places, clothes, style, all those stuff.

and, oh, she also loves experimenting with women.

you'd been her first, and probably because she trusts you the most. you're her friend. best friend. she trusts you with her whole being; she's seen your tits in the girls locker room, seen your panties when you flip in the air during practice, heard about your sex life. all that usual stuff (girl) best friends do.

when her curiosity got the best of her when she just couldn't stop thinking about phoebe cates and her mouthwatering breasts when she rented out fast times, she took her phone, pressed on your numbers and called you—asked you if she could meet you at skull rock because her parents are downstairs and she doesn't think they'll be pleased to see their daughter with her legs spread out and a girl's head between them.

so you met her beneath that rock, staring up and down at her short skirt and tight tanktop, tits braless that her nipples perk out the thin fabric, and she barely misses the way your legs cross over one another when you met her.

so it's what got you in this position:

a week passes, chrissy sees you everyday after school to experiment. and by that, you both meant her laying down on the pink blanket, legs spread, shirt tucked above her breasts and skirt flipped to her stomach as you delve your head between her legs, lips wrapped around her blushing little button, tongue pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

chrissy's got pretty moans, you think — small, high pitched, dulcet and mellifluous, obvious that she's enjoying this. her ginger hair's spread out the blanket like a halo, yours tangled between her slender fingers when you drag your tongue across her folds, prodding at her tight entrance.

"oh!" her back arches, eyebrows furrowing and eyes rolling to the back of her head, nipples perked by the cold air. "that- that felt good- s-shit,"

she tastes like honey — the slick nectar of old riesling wine. chrissy begins to wonder if you really were just as new to this just like you told her; doubtful when you begin to fuck your tongue inside her, but she doesn't care anymore. you're amazing at it, and no boy (or jason) had ever made her feel this good.

"you taste amazing," your words are muffled by her puffy cunt, nose rubbing at her clit and your tongue curling inside her. chrissy mewls, loud and echoing, birds flapping away from the sudden volume, and you swear you're on the brink of a touchless orgasm.

so with her loud moans, it's the main reason you both had no idea that eddie munson was peeking behind a rock, curious to what the sounds were before he saw the both of you — your ass in the air, wiggling as you delve deeper into chrissy's sweet little pussy, the indent of your mound leaving a wet patch on your panties, chrissy tugging on her nipples and jaw slacked to let out the sweetest moans to ever exist.

fuck, it's like a porno that came to life. his cock abruptly hardens, straining against his tight jeans. the voice in his head tells him to interrupt, to join, and he does— maybe even before he was about interrupt.

because chrissy's eyes open and they land on him immediately. she gasps, her palm pushing on your forehead. he hears your confused 'what?' before you turn to the direction she's looking at.

when she closes her legs, you snap your head behind you, bottom half of your face sheen with the slick of her arousal. your eyes widen at the sight of eddie, with an embarrassed blush and a boner that makes him feel like his dick would explode.

"fuck," you wipe your mouth, helping chrissy tug her shirt down and adjust her skirt, but eddie stops you to it.

"wait!" he reaches out, swallowing thickly. "shit, wait, don't cover up—"

you both obey (weirdly), her shirt slanted with one breast out and your bra strap still tugged down your arms. eddie walks over to you in short strides, until he's standing upon you with a perverted hard on and confidence that covered his body in brazen flames.

"don't tell anyone, please," chrissy begs, crossing her arms over her chest. "eddie, my parents will kill me. just, please don't tell anyone-"

"hey, no no no," his arms reach out, heart aching at the desperate look on chrissy's face. but you—shit, you looked unashamed. embarrassed, maybe, a tad bit shy, but your eyebrows raise as if you're ready to fight back at any judgement he'd spit out about women being together. it makes his cock twitch again. "i'm just- i'm not gonna tell anyone. i just thought, maybe, you guys needed some... help,"

you narrow your eyes at him. "help? what for? i think i know how to eat a girl's pussy, munson."

"that's not what i meant," he chuckles. "okay. fine. maybe, if you guys would let me... help, then i wouldn't tell anyone." eddie cocks his head to the side. "what? i need something in return, too. i popped a boner and i hope you guys know how painful this shit is."

chrissy's uncertain, your interest is piqued, and eddie's waiting.

but both of you agree in the end anyway.

when chrissy sees eddie's cock deep in your throat, the taste of your cunt in her mouth, she forgets about the fact that eddie practically blackmailed her. but when he's telling her what to do, she might not even care about it at all.

"rub her clit, chris," he instructs, thrusting in your mouth, chuckling condescendingly at your gags. eddie's cock bulges out your throat, his heavy sack wiping the tears in your eyes that form, but you grip tight at his ass nonetheless. chrissy's rubs are quick and unforgiving, eyes glossed with hunger. "yeah. fuck- she's moaning around my dick. shit-oh- she loves that, chrissy. fuck her with your tongue, come on, lick her like those ice creams you love."

the thick muscle of her tongue presses flat against your folds, flicking your clit before she suckles on it again. you moan loudly, squeezing eddie's ass, hips bucking against chrissy's face. her nails dig on the thick flesh of your thighs, prying them apart when her face shakes to dive her tongue deeper in your cunt.

"fuck, yeah," he's thrusting deeper in your mouth, hands squeezing your tits, balls tightening at the sight of chrissy moaning at the taste of your cunt. her eyes close, lapping you up, pushing your legs upward. she licks a bold stripe from your ass to your clit, and eddie swears he could just cum then and there

lol idk how to finish this like i already had a thought given to me by @poppy-metal but i was like halfway through and hnggghhhh bghiikuhgfghjkhgh

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ghostlyfleur · 7 months

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omgomg harmo can u imagine halloween with chrissy?? idk what you would go as but it’d probably be so cute and whimsical ugh <3

requested by @inkluvs at my old acc.

i think halloween as best friends would go something like you dressing as a fairy and chrissy dressing as a princess. all cute outfits, not too short, full of glitter and sparks, soft colors and soft makeup but lots of colors and shimmer. you two would stay close all night, hands brushing, using excuses to touch— like you say her tiara is out of place so you step closer than necessary and softly move the little sparkly crown she has in her hair, touches that last too long, a blush in both your cheeks, and you let your fingers run through her hair. she smiles really big because she’s slightly tipsy otherwise she would’ve gotten flustered. later, though, she wraps her arms around your waist from behind and rests her head on your shoulder because shes so tired. you enjoy it for longer than you probably should before you two go back to your place for an innocent sleepover. both of you wake up with glitter everywhere and happy smiles.

now, after you two get together? as a couple: chrissy would definitely want to match! you’re (and i’m definitely projecting) really into disney’s villains, and chrissy, being the lovely girlfriend that she is, knows that you’re only ever attending halloween parties because she enjoys them, she wants your company, and you’re being her perfect girl, so she chooses something she knows you’ll like— maleficent (your favorite) and aurora (her favorite princess). needless to say, you two are unable to keep your hands to yourselves all night.

♡

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN 👻🎃💀

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lesbianjackies · 2 years

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Glasses

Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 816

Warnings: A bit of language, partial nudity, making out, they watch an erotic film (nothing is described)

Summary: Chrissy has always had a crush on you, and it all comes out when the two of you have a sleepover.

Taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @yesshewrites1

Chrissy had never slept over at your house before. She’d slept over at Emily’s house, and Laura’s house, and even Stephanie Wilson’s—but never yours. You were different—she didn’t get flustered when Emily changed clothes in front of her, or when Laura called her platonic pet names. She didn’t blush when Stephanie gave her a hug.

She didn’t feel that way about Emily, Laura, or Stephanie. Not the way she felt about you.

She tried to argue when you suggested she spend the night. “I wouldn’t want to intrude,” she insisted, “I’m sure you don’t have enough space for me.”

“Oh, no, honey, don’t worry about it, we can just share my bed.”

Chrissy turned bright red. “O-o-okay then.”

You smiled, tossing her a pair of pajama bottoms. “Here, you can wear these. You can change into ‘em while I take out my contacts.”

Chrissy blinked. “C—You wear contacts?”

You laughed nervously. “Yeah, I have terrible vision. Contacts are such a pain but I hate how glasses look on me, so I usually deal with the hassle when I’m going out.”

Chrissy swallowed as you walked into the bathroom. She didn’t know why the thought of you in glasses made her so nervous—plenty of people wore glasses, it was just a normal thing. It was just… it was you. You in glasses. You must look so cute in glasses! And sexy, and—Chrissy, stop thinking, she scolded herself.

You came out of the bathroom and Chrissy tried her best to appear casual. Gosh, she’s hot with glasses on. She turned bright red and looked away from you, clearing her throat.

“Your, uh, your glasses are cute,” she managed, examining her perfectly manicured nails. And you are too—CHRISSY SHUT UP.

You giggled, sitting on the bed next to her. “Thanks, Chris. You’re cute too.” You booped her nose.

Chrissy let out a strangled noise she couldn’t quite stifle.

You pulled away in concern. “Are you okay?”

Chrissy’s eyes widened and she covered her face in mortification. “Oh, gosh, that was embarrassing,” she mumbled.

You laughed, and pulled her hands away from her face. “Don’t worry, Chrissy, I’m not gonna make fun of you.” You kissed her nose and walked over to your closet.

Chrissy fell back onto your bed, covering the probably-red heat on her face with her hands.

“So, how’s cheer going?” you asked, pulling out a t-shirt and beginning to strip down.

Chrissy froze at the sight of your bare back and cleared her throat, unable to look away. “G-good! It—it’s been good.”

“That’s great!” You turned around and Chrissy got a flash of your tits before you pulled the t-shirt over your head. She could barely breathe. You plopped down next to her with a big smile, the shirt riding up to reveal pink lacy panties. “Wanna watch Blood and Roses?”

She tilts her head. “I’ve never heard of that one.”

“Oh, it’s so good, we have to watch it.” You got up and fished for the tape in the box under your T.V. “It’s a sixties movie about vampires, you’ll love it.” You found what you were looking for and held it up triumphantly before slipping it into the player.

Chrissy swallowed. “Is it—is it scary?”

You nodded your head from side to side in a “so-so” motion. “Eh, kind of. It’s mostly just really sexy.” You grinned slyly before leaping back up next to her.

Chrissy swallowed again and watched the movie with wide eyes. Oh, gosh, she realized quickly, this is lesbian erotica.

She watched the film attentively, watching Carmilla and Georgia do things she wished she could do with you.

It ended and Chrissy was left feeling hot and dizzy. You looked over at her, grinning expectantly, but your smile dropped when you saw her expression. “Are you okay?”

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, but she couldn’t think of anything to say. Before she could stop herself, she was grabbing your face in her hands and kissing you passionately. You gasped against her lips before kissing her back, tangling your hands in her hair and letting her push you down onto your bed.

Kissing you was like nothing she’d ever experienced before—it was nothing like Jason, or Michael, or Christopher, or any guy she’d kissed before. Gosh, it was so much better. You were so much better.

“Gods, Chrissy, I’ve been in love with you for years,” you told her breathlessly once you broke apart.

“Really?” she asked shyly, her tone a stark contrast from the hot desire she’d shown just moments before.

“Of course, Chris.” You leaned up and kissed her neck, trailing up her jaw and finishing with a soft peck to her cheek.

Chrissy giggled breathlessly, collapsing against you and nuzzling the crook of your neck. “You look so hot with glasses on.”

You laughed, rubbing her shoulder. “Thanks, Chrissy. You look hot no matter what.”

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eds6ngel · 8 months

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The outfit from the music video for Shania Twain’s song That Don’t Impress Me Much is iconic. If Chrissy lived and it was the 90’s and it was Halloween and her girlfriend dressed in the outfit from that video, how would she react? Do you have any headcanons for this?

i’m only doing blurbs at the minute my love, but i’ll write something in that form for you!

warnings: fem!reader. allusions to sex towards the end. very suggestive and fluffy!! [0.3k].

The day is October 31st, 1999: the final Halloween of the century. Knocking lightly at the Cunningham’s wooden frame, you twiddle your thumbs, patiently waiting for your girlfriend to appear. You had agreed on the theme of ‘music videos,’ leaving the exact costume unknown, the surprise all the more intriguing.

As the door swings open, Chrissy’s jaw drops to the floor. Stepping onto the bricked path, the door clicks closed, her hands landing under your jaw and pulling you in, lips connecting in a passionate kiss.

Parting, your soft thumb lifts up to her mouth, wiping away the red lipstick stain that had transferred over.

“Wow. I just… Wow, sweetie. You look… so pretty! This outfit is beautiful,” she gasps, hands running through the pigtails of her Britney Spears costume.

You giggle in return, slowly pulling away the cover-up, revealing the skin-tight crop top and pants, completely matching the leopard-print pattern of the look.

Her hands brush over your waist, dancing over the exposed skin, trying her hardest not to press kisses all over your body. “Um… Can we go back to yours tonight? Please?”

The nervous biting of her lip gave away her reasoning in an instant, you seductively chuckling as you nod, “Of course, baby. Tigers are one of the fastest and strongest animals after all…” You lean closer, pulling her bottom lip down with your thumb, staring deeply into her eyes with a smirk on your face, “I’m sure you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

Her head quickly moves up and down, hands placed neatly behind her back, the outfit choice presenting such innocence. Slightly nibbling at her ear, you murmur back, “Of course you would, my good girl.”

It’s safe to say that the following day, your parents got a few noise complaints from the apparent screams coming from your house at an ungodly hour the night before…

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pollenallergie · 1 year

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One morning, someone accidentally sets their lab notebook on fire during a lab, so you, Chrissy, and the rest of your chemistry class have to wait outside until the firefighters come to take care of it. While you all wait, Chrissy suddenly grabs your hand and pulls you away, the two of you sneaking off to a secluded area on campus that’s still close enough to the lab building that you’ll be able to hear when your professor calls you all back. Before you can question her about why she pulled you away, she pulls you into a heated kiss. The firefighters haven’t gotten the situation under control by the time your lab period is over, so the two of you spend the rest of class making out. <3

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lightvixxen · 1 year

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You can save this one until later, since it’s not strictly sapphic- but I want Mistress Chrissy to steal me from Eddie SO BAD 🥵

HONESTLY SAMEEE like as much as I love Eddie I can't help but imagine it😫

Eddie is a good guy, he treats you well but you can't help but want more. Sure the sex is great, amazing even, but it's not enough. His best friend Chrissy though...her stares don't go unnoticed, which is probably why he never lets you hang out with her alone. But you just need to vent sometimes!

That's what led you to this point, your in her lap, her tongue down your throat, your grinding on her thigh and moaning into her mouth, begging for more. Her touch is almost electrifying, she knows exactly what you need. She's barely touched you and you're already so desperate.

This happens a few more times, you go to her to vent, She manages to coerce you into a makeout session which ends with her gaining another pair of your ruined panties. She never fucks you though no matter how much you beg. Growing tired of it you ask her why.

"Well, your my best friend's girl! Can't fuck you when you're dating him, pet."

A few weeks later you finally break up with him, you can't tell what was your breaking point, probably the fact you couldn't finish with him anymore, his touch just wasn't the same as hers, you show up at her house and she just has a smirk, the same night you end up tied to her headboard and fucked stupid by her.

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tommiruewrites · 1 year

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hiiii, could you write something for fem skater!reader x chrissy cunningham? i don't see a lot of people writing for her... if not thats okay, i don't want to pressure you!! tysm :))))

FALL FOR YOU - C.C.

word count: 0.4k

requested: yes | no requests: open | closed request rules here

warnings: awful title (its kinda funny), one curse word, i dont skate so this might be a little off, i think thats it but lmk if i missed smth

a/n: sorry, this is super short, i just thought it was a cute little idea. not my best writing unfortunately so i apologize. ty for the req <3

remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing <3

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"Alright, now just bend your legs a little."

You instruct the blonde who's wobbling around on your skateboard in front of you. She bends her previously stiff legs like you suggested, but her arms stay locked out in front of her to hold your hands.

"Perfect." You smile at her, but her gaze is on the ground, "You ready to try moving?"

Chrissy's eyes go wide at the suggestion, causing her to start wobbling again as she whips her head up to look at you. She had asked you during lunch if you could teach her how to skate, but so far shes only managed to stand on the board. "I don't know..."

"You're gonna be fine." You kindly reassure her, lifting one of her hands so she can see yours joined with it, "I'm gonna be right here, remember?"

She thinks for a moment, talking herself up mentally... "You won't let go?"

You shake your head, repeating, "I'll be right here."

Chrissy takes a deep breath, squeezing your hands tighter to balance herself as she kicks off the ground to push herself forward. She rolls slowly across the empty parking lot as you walk alongside her. "See? You're already doing great, Chriss!"

She smiles at that, feeling brave enough to go a little bit faster. You pick up your pace slightly to keep up with hers, still able to comfortably follow along.

"You think you're ready to try turning that corner?" You ask as you approach the end of your current section.

Chrissy wobbles a bit still, but is much more comfortable than she was a few minutes ago. She nods in response, "Yeah. How do I do it?"

You smile at her confidence, "Just lean into your heels to turn right. Yeah, just like that."

Chrissy leans back as you instructed, rounding the corner perfectly. "I'm doing it!"

"Yeah, you are!" You praise, excited to see her making such good progress, "You know, you're a very quick learner, blondie."

"Maybe I just have a really good teacher." she smiles, pulling herself back into an upright position after completing the turn.

She stabilizes herself for a moment, until all of a sudden, the adjustment feels disorienting. She wobbles and looks to you for help as she feels herself starting to fall backwards. In order to salvage it, you pull lightly on her hands to pull her back upright. You clearly pull a little harder than you meant to, as the next thing you know, you're lying on the concrete with Chrissy splayed out on top of you.

You feel her shaking, and you immediately sit up to see if she's hurt or crying. "Shit, are you okay?" Relief washes over you to find out she's not crying, she's laughing uncontrollably. She nods against your shoulder, unable to get out any words. Her giggles are contagious, and you can't help but start to laugh yourself, the both of you looking absolutely insane together in the middle of the empty high school parking lot.

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 2 years

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Chrissy sees Eddie as a funky little man that treats her like an actual person and not a doll or thing to be perfect. So hell yeah, she takes a sip of Mountain Dew--it's all she can stomach--and belches like a grown man and Eddie beams at her and tries his damnedest to respond with a burp of his own and she fucking giggles nose scrunching up with the action because it's partially in disgust and partially in the joy that's filling her chest.

When she reaches for Eddie's fries--only a handful because the voice of her mother still lingers--Eddie will look away on purpose and let her get away it it. And if she goes back for one more at the end of their meal, Eddie tells her the only way to properly share it is drenched in ketchup like Lady and the Tramp. And it's a MESS because unlike the spaghetti string it does not hold up and it's so short, but goddamn, is Eddie happy to see her smiling as he wipe the ketchup off her face.

Eddie still doesn't get sports and he'd refute to his dying breath how much he is conforming but how much he spits vile about the basketball team, but he goes for Chrissy. And he cheers off the side in time with the rest of them, hips swaying and Chrissy has not NOT look in his direction or her resolve will break and she will break into a fit of giggles. Eddie's only ever at games for the start--because Chrissy cheers--half time--because Chrissy cheers--and the end to hoist her up and dote on her about how proud he is of her.

Chrissy does not understand a single word of D+D and doesn't really want to understand, but she just likes watching Eddie as he walks the length of the living room in the trailer animate as he speaks of the characters and stories. She gets it on a basic level. Story line, players who take actions based on their skills, roll dice to see if they're successful or not and to what degrees of success or failure, and repeat. But Chrissy doesn't get how someone can sink hours. It sounds like it would sort of get boring, to which Eddie defends the right DM makes or breaks a game. He offers to show her sometime if she cares, invites her to sit in on a session but practice, and homework, don't do themselves. But Chrissy does get how the people that do play with Eddie can find themselves enraptured because he gets so into it.

When Eddie notices Chrissy tugging at her clothes more than usual, he offfers something of his--jacket, vest, flannel--and Chrissy loves wearing his clothes. She wears them most often over the weekend but he will and has offered her at lunch or between classes when he can see it's a bad day if she wants something more comfortable. He never tells her her body is already perfect. He never tells her she's crazy. He never belittles those moments just offers a solution. Don't want pizza for their movie night--we can pop popcorn. Don't want the salad because it haunts Chrissy with her mother's voice, then toss it, dump it. shred the pieces of lettuce with bare hands and get the thing she does want.

Eddie lets her man the radio in his video when she rides now. She starts out with whatever's on Top 40 and then the longer she spends with Eddie in the van, the more curious she gets. "Got any new music? Anything from Iron-Iron Maiden, is that right?" she asks.

"Yeah, yeah, that's their name. Nothing new from them, but uh, W.A.S.P has something new," Eddie returns. They're supposed to be sitting out on Lover's Lake but in reality, they spend every second in the back of the van with the backdoors open as Eddie shows her the cassettes he keeps in the van and overhead Dio plays softly so Chrissy can hear and Eddie's not shouting though he does get loud with his excitement.

And when Chrissy shows up a couple weeks later with a tiny bag of cassettes, the words, "These-these are my favorites," fall from her lips quietly Eddie takes the tapes like they're glass. She offers them because Eddie asked on the lake what were her favorite musicians and artists and Chrissy didn't know how to answer so she told him she'd got back to him.

Eddie spends the entire night walkman on his head listening to each tape play over and over and over. It's not what he goes for, but he listens beyond the bubblegum pop sounds and deeply into the lyrics. It's all about yearning, about getting away, all the things that Eddie's felt and that his music echoes. They just sound differently. Eddie finds her between classes the next day and tells her that his favorite from her favorite and Chrissy's whole face lights up.

"You really like it?" she asks.

"Yeah, yeah I do. The songs--they all tell me more about you, about what you want and about what you're afraid to say to others. I cherish knowing you like that."

Chrissy swears she can and will melt into the floor of the Science hallway by the way Eddie's big brown eyes are staring at her, gaze pouring with adoration.

Chrissy, asks, on a weekend as they stare down at the arcade contemplating if they want to deal with the sneers and comments, why Eddie feels like he hasn't graduated yet. She doesn't want to assume anything. Eddie shrugs, but she pries. "You're smart. I think it might be something else that's in your way. What's-what's it like when you try and do the work?"

And it's the first time someone outside of Wayne and his middle or elementary school teachers have taken the moment to understand what's going on in Eddie's brain. And he can't really explain it. When things click, drive, understanding, interest, Eddie has no problem doing the work. But when his interest or drive aren't there he can't seem to get more than a few minutes of focus. And if he doesn't understand something, it kills his drive if he has it. And behind the difficulty of just getting the work done is a fear. Eddie doesn't want anything else to change. He's dealt with enough as it is.

This all falls out in mutters and grand hand gestures and pacing. But Chrissy nods and nods, and nods. When Eddie paces too far, she reaches her hand out and like magnets Eddie snaps back closer to her. "I'm scared of actually having to grow up too, you know," Eddie concludes. "Shit sucks."

Chrissy nods. "Shit does suck indeed." Her hand comes up to tuck a few strands of Eddie's hair behind his ear. "But perhaps, it can suck less when you're not alone."

She doesn't sit here and think she can fix everything. But when Eddie has his bursts when he can get work done, she literally blocks out all other distractions. If the phone rings, she'll answer it. If someone knocks on the door--sometimes Max, or another neighbor--she answers the door. She doesn't deal for him and Eddie wouldn't want her too. He literally blocks out specific times in his schedule for it now. [Chrissy teasingly buys him an appointment book--no receipts and no records, but it's still funny when Eddie opened it.] But whatever she can do to keep him focused she does.

When she asks about his tattoos and where he got them done, Eddie talks about getting most of them from friends in their homes. But if she wanted one, he'd want her to get it done properly. A shop, professional, gloves, the whole deal. He doesn't tell her not too. He doesn't tell her she doesn't need to. He doesn't even play up the pain.

"It's going to hurt. Like, just a little bit depending on where, but pain's pain," Eddie states.

"I can take pain."

Eddie nods. "Yeah, yeah you can. Will you let me hold your hand so I don't lose my shit?"

"You wouldn't even be getting tattooed?"

"I'd be so worried!" he counters. "What if it did hurt really bad for you? What if you cried? My heart--it couldn't take it!"

Chrissy laughs again, nose scrunching up as always, "You're silly. Of course I'll let you hold my hand."

And god damn does it feel good to be seen as a human, a full being. Because that's all she's ever wanted and the more Eddie pours into her, the more she pours back into him.

Growing up does suck--Chrissy's deciding on college; Eddie's so fucking relieve to have graduated that he knows if he doesn't find work locally he's going to wind up deeper in the dealing game that he actually wants--but they're not doing it alone.

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omg hi so i wanna request a chrissy cunningham x male reader

so basically its kinda based off the quote “i always thought u were the most beautiful girl ive ever seen”

chrissy and reader have always been best friends, the reader has always had feelings for her but never got the balls to tell her cause he would get nervous and flustered (like a pussy). and he gets super disappointed when he finds out jason and chrissy are dating, but one night reader and chrissy sneak out because jason disappointed chrissy, she got really sad so she obv went to the reader, and basically the reader confesses, says shes the most beautiful girl hes ever seen and they kiss 🫶

THANK YOU 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

A/N- Thank you for the request @mothshabby I hope you like it! Sorry, it took longer than usual Summer has kept me very busy.

Warning- Mentions of weight

Pronouns- He/Him

Word Count- 809

Summary- You are determined to make Chrissy see how great she is.

Beautiful Girl

Chrissy Cunningham and I have been best friends since middle school. We have always told each other everything. I think that may be why I have always admired her so much.

She has always been the toughest girl I know from dealing with her Mom always judging her harshly to dealing with her Dad not giving a crap. Even though she has all this stuff going on at home she is amazing at school she helps me with my homework more than I would like to admit. Do not even get me started on how good at cheering she is! She never misses a practice.

I love her for many more reasons but I could not list them all or I would be talking forever. Of course, I would never tell her that because she is my best friend and I could never lose her. I am so glad I came up with an excuse for why I was acting differently when she started dating that dumb jock.

I tried to accept Jason because Chrissy liked him but he was such a jerk to everyone including Chrissy he was always ditching her. She deserves so much better! Of course, it is fine if Chrissy does not want me I just want Chrissy to be happy!

I was watching Chrissy’s practice as always when she runs up to me.

“Did you like the new routine I helped choreograph!” She smiles brightly.

“It was great! How did you come with the-” I was quickly cut off by Jason putting his arm around Chrissy.

“Is this dude bothering you,” he laughs out.

I frown as Chrissy pushes him away and laughs “Come on you know he is my best friend.”

Jason waves her off, “Yeah yeah. What do you say tonight after the game we go out together with the team.”

Chrissy nods happily and I have to remind myself that I am happy for her. As long as she is happy I am happy.

“See you at the game Chrissy,” I say waving and walking away.

Later that night I just could not bring myself to go to that game. I felt SO guilty ditching Chrissy like that, but I just could not stand seeing Jason show Chrissy off to his teammates like she is some prize he won.

I spent most of the night moping in my bed and trying to catch up on the homework that I had been struggling with. Weirdly my Mom shouts my name and that Chrissy is on the phone. That is strange that she would call so late when she is supposed to be out with Jason.

I quickly run downstairs to answer the phone, “Hey Chrissy what’s going on?” I asked a little concerned.

I can hear Chrissy Stifle her tears “I am really sorry to ask you this so late but could you pick me up?”

I could tell immediately by the tone of Chrissy’s voice that it was urgent. “Of course where are you?”

I quickly rush to some payphone in the middle of nowhere in my rusty used car. I find Chrissy fast (I may have been speeding) she is in her cheer uniform standing by the payphone. She is soaked I wonder how long she has been in the rain and how she got here.

Chrissy runs to my car and we sit in silence for a few minutes just the rain pounding on my car filling the silence.

“So... what were you doing in the middle of nowhere?” I asked unsure if I should.

Silent tears fall down Chrissy's face as she tries to stutter out “One of the team members said I look like I gained weight then the whole team started to join in even Jason joined in.”

That made me extremely mad that they would do that to her I mean I thought Jason was a jerk but now I think he is a straight-up Asshole!

Chrissy wipes her tears “I mean I guess it is okay he didn't know that my Mom is very particular about my weight.”

“Chrissy it is never okay for ANYONE to say that type of stuff to you, not even your Mom or Jason. I have to tell you this I always thought u were the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. From the first day we met in middle school and no one would sit with me at lunch because I was new and you marched on over from where the other cheerleaders were sitting and said I am your friend now.” I said determined to make her know she is the kindest most beautiful girl I’ve met.

“Is that true that you think that about me?” She stumbles out.

I cradle her face, “Of course it is Chrissy”

She smiles “Thank you for um picking me up.”

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Eddie, your boyfriend, and you discussing having a threesome at some point. And then he offers you a threesome with Chrissy. You get confused like does Eddie wanna sleep with Chrissy? I just thought they were friends? But then he explains babe, Chrissy wants to sleep with YOU. She, like, is always telling him how pretty you are

You were only eager to explore the idea of a threesome with Eddie until he had a name already locked and loaded for your third party. You thought you'd scout a bar together, or rope one of your friends' friends into a one-time test that would determine whether 'the more the merrier' applied to sex. But when Eddie responds to your initial proposal with a quick nod, and a, 'Chrissy?' you start rethinking your offer.

"Uh," You flounder, stomach starting to churn, "I guess- maybe? I thought you two were just friends."

"We are," He nods, still absent-minded until his brain catches up with him. Then he's dropping his pen onto the scribbled doodle he'd been sketching, looking up at you with wide eyes pooled with understanding.

"Wait, wait, wait, not like that." He reaches for your hands, and you hear him out with dread still pooling in your stomach.

"We are just friends," He assures you, pretty brown eyes dripping with sincerity behind his long lashes, "But she likes you. She talks about you all the time. At first she was just, like, asking me how you were doing when she saw me and stuff. But then she came to my van to pick something up," He clears his throat, politely leaving the name of whatever drugs she was buying out of your conversation, "-and out of the corner of my eye I saw her slip something into her pocket. I only realized later, when you couldn't find it, that it was your lip gloss that you keep in the cupholder. And when I saw her again she was wearing it, now it's the only thing she wears."

You mull the information over a bit, deep in thought. Then, in a quiet voice, "That doesn't mean she wants to have sex with me, Eddie."

"That's... not all of it." He admits, raising a hand to scratch at his hair, "I tried to be casual about it. I said the stuff she was wearing looked like yours. And she got all red, started talking about how pretty the color was. I was starting to get a little suspicious, but I really couldn't tell if she was after me or you, y'know?"

You nod, and he squeezes your hands tighter.

"Then the next time I sold stuff to her, she asked about you again. I teased her a bit, asked if she just wanted to come over and see you. She heated up again, started smoothing out her skirt and messing with her shirt, asking if I meant 'right now?'. That's when I figured it out."

"I kinda elbowed her, y'know?" Eddie mimics the gesture, rocking his body to one side, "And I said 'Holy shit, you've got a thing for my girlfriend!'.

"No!" Chrissy stammers, shaking her head so that her ponytail bounces, "No, Eddie, that's- I would never do that to you!"

I don't blame you," Eddie shrugs, a smug smirk on his face, "I've got a thing for her too."

"I think she's really pretty." Chrissy admits, eyes wide and glued to her feet, "But that's- she's your girlfriend! And I know it's not fair, I- I'm really sorry, Eddie."

"Really," He laughs, knocking his shoulder into hers, "It's fine. I know you won't try anything. Hell, you're so sweet you'd pr'y come crying to me feeling guilty before you'd even made a move. You are not a cheater, I know that."

"Thing is," Eddie picks away a smear of nail polish that's stuck in the crease of your finger, "Now that I know, she won't shut up about you. She just talks and talks and talks, all day long, about how pretty she thinks you are, how lucky I am, and I don't really disagree."

"That's.. crazy." You shake your head, not because you're upset, but because you're surprised. You've interacted with the girl before, and she's been almost unbearably sweet, but you hadn't thought anything of it. You'd heard only good things about her, so you just assumed her saccharine demeanor was the default. You have to say, thinking about the starry-eyed girl having a puppy crush on you is making your heart beat just a bit faster.

"Well, all I'm saying is, she's a willing candidate. We'd have to break our 'no kissing' rule, though," Eddie grins, "I think she wants to give back some of that lip gloss she snatched."

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How do you think Chrissy would react if you were besties and you told her you think you’re into girls and basically it ends in the two of you kissing (I think I’m slowly realizing I like girls as another girl and I just.. need some scenarios in my head🙈)

the first time you mentioned it to her, your heart would be beating out of your chest because you’re literally confessing this to your crush, even though you try to seem nonchalant. and it works.

somewhat.

truly, the only reason it works is because chrissy is internally freaking out herself. so much so she doesn’t even notice your shaking hands. i feel like she’d keep quiet about it for a while, pretending it didn’t affect her, but she also starts feeling her walls drop. your chris gets flirty and more touchy than usual, and you love it. she waited a little while enough so you didn’t even allow yourself to consider she has feelings for you. wishful thinking is your enemy. one of you guys’ sleepovers takes a turn when chrissy tells you she broke up with jason. for good.

heart racing again, hands shaking only a little less than less time, you’re anxious and maybe stuttering a little… trying to seem supportive of your friend, deep down jumping with joy that she finally left him, and chrissy would scoot closer. you two would change the subject because otherwise both of you would fall into a panic attack with how nervous you were, but you’re sitting closer than usual. completely pressed up to each other. it slowly turns into cuddling, making jokes at the movie in low voices because of how close you are, laughing into each other’s embrace, then you accidentally both turn to the other at the same time mid-giggle, and truly, how could you expect chrissy not to close the gap? you’re too pretty. it’s your fault.

you sigh into it, so chrissy doesn’t really feel any guilt.

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Please Don't Judas Me.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Chrissy wants what she can't have, Eddie. Your best friend and long-term boyfriend. Things are growing tense in the group as you are slowly being replaced by his new best friend. Only problem was? You were here first, and he is clueless.

Warnings: No warnings, this is kinda angsty/fluff content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by @authorlovers. “perhaps eddie & reader are dating and absolutely smitten but chrissy starts flirting with him and eddies confused and doesn't know what to do? but caughts himself because reader has been with him through absolutely everything and chrissy only likes him because he started getting interesting? like the hermione x ron x lavender love triangle?”

Bonus: This doesn't follow canon plot, The Upside Down and Vecna are still about and a threat, but Chrissy doesn't die in Eddie's trailer, some things are taken from the show but I reworked it for fanfic sake, please enjoy.

Word Count: 4.4k

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“Corroded Coffin?! Of course I remember, with a name like that, how could I forget?!” Chrissy exclaims excitedly from her spot on the bench.

Chrissy and Eddie were currently hanging out in a secluded area of the forest, he was trying to make the nervous cheerleader relax around him so he could complete the deal he was currently working on. She had gotten spooked so Eddie was trying his hardest to work his natural charm to settle her nerves and make her trust him, as much as she could trust someone selling her drugs that is.

“Earth to Lonely Wizard… Come in? Lonely Wizard, are you there? Over.” You mumbled, your voice echoing in the forest from the speaker on Eddie’s walkie talkie.

A little flustered, Eddie reached over to swipe the radio out from the seat of the bench, excusing himself politely from Chrissy and turning to wander away from her to respond to your call.

“Yeah? Uh… Can’t talk right now, I’m in the middle of a deal, is it important or can this wait?” he asked, keeping his voice hushed. It’s only when he heard you clearing your throat that he added “Over…” to the end of your response.

“A deal? Who with? Over.” voice full of intrigue, completely ignoring his question in favour of probing him with your own.

“Look, I can’t talk right now. I’ll swing by once I’m—” he starts, but you can hear Chrissy’s sweet voice in the background as she asks if he is going to be taking much longer as she had somewhere to be.

“Chrissy? The Queen of Hawkins High is buying drugs from you?” you were perplexed, voice conveying your pure shock as you couldn’t believe that this was happening.

Eddie fumbled to switch off the walkie talkie before anything else could be heard from either end, letting out a sigh before he wanders back to the bench to her. Apologising for the interruptions, he’s then sitting back down across from her, noticing how she has once again become tense and on edge.

You repeatedly tried contacting Eddie through the handset, only getting more and more annoyed that he had closed off his communication. He didn’t normally blow you off like that, he normally dropped everything to hangout with you or to let you know beforehand where he’s going. The fact he’s hanging out with a girl AND hiding it? That didn’t’ sit well with you.

“Sorry about that…” Eddie mumbled, “Okay, I can do 25% discount for the ½, $15. You’re robbing me blind here…” he laughed, glancing across at the usually peppy blonde.

“Uh… Do you…. Have anything, maybe… Stronger?” she asked, unsure of herself as she kept her eyes away from Eddie.

He looked at her as if he wasn’t really sure what to say, sure, he had other stuff, but that wasn’t usually for sale. He got by just fine with selling the weed to random people at school and around town, he didn’t just pass out pills or anything else without taking it into serious consideration. Partially for the health and wellbeing of the buyer, but also knowing the punishment and risks of getting caught with or with selling the harder stuff.

“Are you sure?” he asks, looking over her expression, not really convinced that she actually wanted to do this.

She nodded sheepishly, to which he informed her that they’d have to go back to his trailer to get it. They packed up their things and made their way to Eddie’s van, the older guy driving her to his place in almost silence as Chrissy was bubbling with nerves and he was just on edge. For all he knew, this could have been a trap to catch him and get him in trouble with the police, he couldn’t just let down his guard without second guessing it.

Shutting off the engine, they climb out of the car and slam the doors shut, Eddie lets her inside first before following in soon after her. The trailer door slammed shut and they disappeared out of sight, causing you to pull down your binoculars and huff in annoyance from where you sat in Max’s trailer with her.

“Son of a bitch!” you cuss.

Max glancing your way with an amused look on her face. She knew you hadn’t come by just to hangout. She knew you wanted to use her to spy on Eddie, and as long as you told her the details? She was game.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

You felt arms wrapping around your midsection from behind and a kiss being pressed to your shoulder whilst you’re putting your things away in your locker, it making you jump slightly, but soon relaxed at the smell of your boyfriend lingering on you. Glancing up at him with a weak smile, you say hello before focusing back on what you were doing.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Eddie says fondly, pressing a kiss to the centre of your forehead once you’d finally turned to face him.

“Why was Chrissy at your house last night? Why didn’t you call me back when you got home? Why did I have to find out via Max that you were home and that you brought another girl home?” You snapped, questions being fired off left right and centre from you. Technically the Max part wasn’t true, but he didn’t need to know that.

He looked stunned, overwhelmed at the sudden outburst from you and he struggled to find an answer he could give without someone getting in trouble. He eventually sighed and wrapped his arms around you once again, you tried to push him away, but his voice in your ear made you think twice.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, only loud enough for you to hear, “It got weird… She wanted to buy some weed cause she’s having a hard time, but then she asked for something stronger? You know I don’t keep that shit on me so we had to go back to my place… She bought some and then took it, and she ended up reacting really badly to it so I had to make sure she didn’t die. The town already hates me, I didn’t really want people to find her body in my trailer and assume “The Freak” killed her. I should have told you but it was really late when I finally got her to sober up and take her home, I’m sorry.”

You took a couple moments to process everything he just said before nodding in understanding. He wasn’t forgiven, but you were relieved to hear it was far more innocent than you first thought. Out of context things looked really badly for Eddie, but this put a small spin on things.

“Alright.” Is all you say, the bell ringing as you’re receiving another kiss to your forehead, Eddie shuts your locker and walks you to class.

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Classes went by slower than usual today, everything felt like a drag. Maybe it was the exhaustion from the adrenaline crash you had from last night? Who knows? All you knew was that you were tired and wanted to get home. You walk back to your locker to put your last class’s stuff away when you see Eddie leaning up against his locker, Chrissy annoyingly close by to him.

They’re laughing and she’s giggling like a school girl with a crush, making you see red as you walk past. An annoyed look on your face as you stuff your things into the locker and slam it shut with a huff. Gather attention from those around you from the sudden bang of noise it caused.

Eddie closed his locker and excused himself from the conversation with Chrissy before making his way over to you, hand sliding into your own as he gives your cheeks a few soft kisses. You relaxed instantly once he was focusing back on you, catching the pouty look on Chrissy’s face as you both exchanged kisses.

“What did Pom Poms want?” You mumble between kisses, causing him to snicker at the childish choice of nickname.

“She tried inviting me to the party this weekend cause her parents are out of town, I told her I’m not much of a party person but she insisted.”

“Oh… Are you gonna go?” you frown a little.

“Hell no, it’s the night of the Hellfire Campaign, I’m not missing that for a couple warm beers shitty music.” He grinned, kissing the side of your head and giving your hand a squeeze as he lead you back to his truck so he could take you home.

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“I pick Eddie!” Chrissy squealed the next day in class, declaring the metal head as her work partner for the day.

The teacher had just told the class to buddy up as this project would be a collaborative project, so you were surprised when the most popular girl in school picked him. Not because he didn’t deserve the attention, but because he was always your partner. He’s your boyfriend, you always working together on things.

“Wait, huh?” He looked confused, surprised to see the blonde happily making her way over to his desk with her things, plopping herself down beside him.

He shot you an apologetic look as there’s nothing he could do about it, not without causing a scene. You sigh in defeat before turning to Robin who’s already watching the scene play out. She’s gesturing for you to come and work with her as Steve and Nancy already coupled up. Scooping up your things and walking to sit beside her, you thank her for picking you.

“Please, I’m just glad I’m not stuck with Snoozy Suzie, I’m sick of doing all the work and having to put her name on there for credit” she explained, causing you both to snicker before starting to plan the project.

Every now and again chrissy’s obnoxious giggle would fill the room, looking at her to see her touching and flirting with your boyfriend, him being clueless to the whole thing. You’d already snapped one pencil in anger, to which Robin grabbed her pencil case and clutched it to her chest in over dramatic shock as if to defend the rest of her pencils from your evil ways.

“Whoa there, Thor. What did my pencil ever do to you?!” Robin whined, to which you shot her an apologetic look before leaning closer to explain the situation to her.

Once she was caught up, she glanced in their direction and rolled her eyes. She could tell that Chrissy was doing the most and Eddie didn’t have a freaking clue what was going on.

“Boys are clueless, hm?” She asked

“You’re telling me.” You grumbled, sliding over your extra stick of bubblegum as a ways of calling a truce for breaking her Pencil.

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“You’ve gotta be shitting me…” you curse as you walk into the lunchroom to see Chrissy standing beside your friends as they’re sat at their usual table.

You walk closer with a confused look on your face, greeting the guys with a tone that should read ‘wtf is going on here?’ Eddie beams at the sight of you and tugs you down onto his lap, arms around your middle as he gives you a couple kisses to the cheek whilst Chrissy was talking.

The poor blonde was doing her best to seem quirky and cute, trying to keep the attention of the table on her as she needed it. The other guys one by one lost interest by either their food or something they were reading in their magazines in preparing for this weekend’s campaign. Chrissy resorted in focusing on only Eddie as he was the only one who was polite enough to ensure she didn’t feel left out.

“So, Eddie…? Are you coming to the big game this weekend?” She asks, eyes hopeful.

“I hate sports.” He says bluntly at the exact same time that you manage to mumble ‘he hates sports.’ It made you grin and caused Eddie to laugh a little at how in sync you were, anyone who knew Eddie for more than a second would know that basketball wasn’t his thing. At all.

“Oh… Really? But, it would be so cool to have you there! Plus, I’ll be leading the cheer team at during the match so—“ she continues, to which you cut her off with a tone laced with sarcasm.

“I thought you were having a party this weekend? What happened to that?”

She looked flustered, clearing her throat before scrambling for a response. It was obvious that there was no party, just another attempt at getting Eddie alone.

“Yeah, uh, that’s after! To celebrate!”

“And what if you lose? You gonna “celebrate” getting your ass kicked? Bit weird.” You could tell you were being hostile, you truly didn’t care. The guys surrounding you all looked up from whatever they were doing to pay attention, a free front row seat to the show.

“Uh… i don’t know, maybe?” She shrugs.

“I have Hellfire anyway, so I can’t. Sorry.” Eddie interjects, he could feel you getting tense in his lap so he tried to defuse the situation. He had no intention of going to the game even if he was free, he just needed a valid excuse to end this agonising conversation.

“Oh… That’s okay! Next time?” Hope back in her voice, to which Eddie just gives her an awkward smile and nod, empty promises.

You watch as she waves goodbye to him, only him, causing your eyes to roll back into the pits of hell with how peeved you were.

“Bye, Pom Poms!” You call out in annoyance.

Dustin snickered beside you, clearly everyone could see what was happening here. Everyone except Eddie, who was still as clueless as always. He just assumed you didn’t like Chrissy for whatever reason, and he didn’t want you unhappy with her lingering about.

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Eddie and Chrissy started spending more and more time together outside of school. He would (attempt) to help her with her homework whenever she feigned being unable to answer a certain question, they’d grab milkshakes at the mall after drug deals (just weed for Chrissy, she’s learnt her lesson), she even went to a couple of his shows at The Hideout.

Eddie? He was just enjoying the company of a good friend, he was polite and respectful and kept her at an arm’s length. Chrissy, though? She was another story. She would be overly flirty, giving him nicknames and complimenting him, trying to get involved in every aspect of his life. She was trying to take your place.

You knew that, she knew that, but no one spoke a word of it. At this point she was one of Eddie’s most valued customers, as much as it killed you, you didn’t want to ruin that for him cause he needed the money. So you swallowed your pride and let them hangout as long as there were boundaries. These boundaries hadn’t been discussed, they were merely in your head. You’d soon make it known if things went too far for your liking…

That day? It came quicker than hoped. You hoped she would get bored and find someone else to spend all her free time with. Chrissy and Jason were always breaking up and getting back together again, you thought it would only be a few days before they were smooching in the hallway against the lockers. Leaving Eddie alone, hopefully.

You were just finishing up reading in the library, studying for your English test that’s coming up next week. Eddie was hosting Hellfire and it was due to end at any moment, so you packed up your things and started walking through the school down towards the club. This was routine for you now, he’d play games with the kids and then you’d wait for him, and he would drive you all home together to make sure everyone got home safe afterwards.

Upon getting to the door to the club, you saw that Chrissy was sat on the floor waiting. You halted, taken aback from the sight of the squeaky clean teenager waiting outside the Dungeons and Dragons room. None of the words of that sentence went together in your head, she shouldn’t be here.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, attempting to seem polite so you don’t cause friction, she was now a good friend of Eddie’s after all.

“Oh, I’m waiting for Eddie! I was hoping he would be okay to give me a ride home once he’s done!” She said, voice far too cheery for your liking.

“He can’t, he’s driving the kids home and then we’re getting burgers together.” You state, knowing that there would technically be enough room in the van, but you didn’t want her to tag along. “Shouldn’t you be at the game anyway? Thought you had to do that tonight? Or was it your fake party? Or some other ruse to get him alone?” Your voice sounding more pissed with each passing minute.

“Oh; uh. It was… postponed?” She questions, spurting out the first thing that came to her mind as to why she wasn’t at the various hangout suggestions she had mentioned.

“All of them? What bad luck…” your tone soaking in sarcasm, you didn’t buy a single letter of her bullshit. “Just go home, Chrissy.”

You were growing tired of her games. It was hard enough dealing with her via proxy as a friend of Eddie’s, you didn’t want to deal with her fully mingling in your circle.

“Do you have a problem with me?” She questioned.

You stayed silent, staring in her direction whilst having an internal debate on whether to give you a piece of your mind or not.

“No, of course I don’t. Of course I don’t have a problem with you hanging off the arm of my boyfriend and trying to get him alone, doing drug deals and taking him for milkshakes, of course I’m totally fine with you trying to worm your way in and get affection, nope.” If looks could kill, Chrissy would be six feet under right now. Your voice made it abundantly clear that you did indeed have a problem.

“We’re just friends!” She defends, to which you scoff.

“Yeah, cause Dustin and his other friends also spend time calling him pretty and twirling his hair, hm? His other friends try and hold his hand when he’s walking beside them, hm?”

She was speechless, red in the face and speechless. She didn’t realise you’d been watching her like a hawk, seeing every little motion and gesture these past couple weeks as she grew closer to YOUR boyfriend.

“I won’t tell you again, Chrissy. Go. Home.” Your voice stern this time, watching as she stood up. You hoped she would have just taken off running and saved you the trouble, you didn’t expect her to get up in your face a little.

“Look, Eddie is my best friend! We’re going to hangout and if you wanna continue to date him, you better deal with it!” Chrissy snapped, your eyes widened and voice darkened.

“Excuse me?”

She rolled her eyes, nothing to say.

“First of all, Princess. Eddie has been my boyfriend far longer than he’s been your friend, okay? So actually, I don’t have to deal with anything. If I tell him how angry and uncomfortable you make me, if I really let him know how I truly feel, you’d be gone. I only keep my mouth shut so I don’t make him choose between us, he’s your friend and im not trying to get in the way of that. But if I told him how much you piss me off, you’d be gone quicker than Jason left you for Tiffany.”

Chrissy gasps in surprise that you’d sink that low to say such a hurtful thing. It was kinda out of line, but right now? You didn’t care.

“Secondly, that boy has a heart of gold but he’s not good at picking up signals. He thinks you’ve just been friendly this whole time, but I see the way you look at him and I know you’re trying to get in his pants. He’s not interested in you, he’s perfectly happy with me. He doesn’t even know you like him like that, so I’d take this as an opportunity to back off and muffle any little crush you have on him, cause it’s never going to happen.”

You step closer to her, which immediately she shrinks in on herself, not quite as tough as she made herself out to be moments ago.

“And thirdly? Get up in my face like that again, or try and tell me what I can and cannot do with MY boyfriend? and I’ll make Vecna look like a god damn puppy, you hear me?” Your voice hushed, it wasn’t just a threat.

Before she could answer or even acknowledge you, the sound of a squeaky door pulled you both from the heat of the moment. Both of your heads snap towards the sound and see Eddie folding his arms and holding them to his chest whilst he glanced between you both.

“Do we have a problem?” he asks. You hadn’t realised how loud both of you had gotten, to the point where it interrupted the game they were playing inside. Eddie had shrugged it off a couple times, but it became too distracting so he had to check it out for himself. Over his shoulder you could see the kids dressed up in various little outfits, wide eyed and clearly focusing on nothing but what the adults were yelling about outside.

“N-No” Chrissy mumbled, shaking her head and looking down to the floor, red faced.

“Jury’s still out on that one.” You grump, eyes soon locked back on the nervous blonde, eyes burning a hole into her head.

“Y/N, go sit with Erica for a second…” glaring at Chrissy whilst you slip into the room, going to sit with the kids as the door shuts behind you. Leaving Chrissy and Eddie face to face to talk, swatting the arms of the kids and hushing them so you could hear what was being said.

Not long after, Eddie returns to the room and thankfully? He was alone. His face holding an expression that says “we’ll talk later.” Sitting back at the head of the table, he clears his throat and resume the campaign, you sit in silence the whole time, glancing between Eddie and the kids.

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Erica and Lucas were the last stop, watching as the kids disappear safely inside of their home with a small wave befor Eddie pulls out of their driveway and makes his way back home. The ride was silent, awkward. You felt like you were in trouble even though you’d done nothing wrong. Nothing serious, at least.

Pulling up to his trailer, you both get out of the car and walk inside, taking off your shoes and jacket whilst Eddie locks up and grabs himself a beer to unwind with on the couch.

“You’re such a brat, you know?” He starts, catching you off guard, before you’ve got a chance to defend yourself, he continues. “But that’s why I love you… I’m sorry.”

Looking more confused than ever, you didn’t know what’s happening. Why was he apologising? Why was he calling you a name? Huh?

“For Chrissy….” He could see the look on your face and decided to provide context, setting down his beer to run a hand through his own curly hair as he spoke. “Listen… She needed a friend, I became that, you know? She was terrified, to the point of asking for pills because the shit with Vecna freaked her out so bad. She couldn’t go home or tell anyone cause no one believed her, I just wanted to make her feel better, you know? Steve and Dustin were on my ass about her being around cause they said she liked me and said you hated her. I blew them off cause it sounded like bullshit, I’m just an idiot aren’t I?”

You watch as he sighs and puts his face in his hands, shaking your head as you wander closer to him.

“A… cute idiot?” You offer with a half hearted tone, taking his hands and holding them in your own as he looks up at you with a sad smile.

“I just… I don’t know. I’m just so smitten with you that it doesn’t even cross my mind that anyone else could be a person of interest; you know? I saw her as a friend and assumed she did the same for me. So for weeks I’ve been sending her mixed signals and hurting you in the process, I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he sighs.

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t do it on purpose. I get really jealous easily and she was one stop away from throwing herself at you. I just couldn’t take it anymore.” You pout.

Bringing you into his lap, his arms wrap around your middle and he gives you a few soft kisses as you straddle him. Hands resting on his cheeks so your thumbs can glide against his cheekbones. Getting lost in his big brown eyes as your noses bump together, falling into the same heartbeat rhythm as you talk.

“She’s gone, don’t worry. I told her that I’m not going to jeopardise what we have when she makes you so uncomfortable. Plus she clearly doesn’t respect you if she’s been chasing me this whole time, and I don’t respect anyone who disrespects you. Okay?”

Nodding in understanding, he’s then bringing you down and giving you one last kiss against your pouty lips.

“Okay… Thank you.” You mumble.

You fall against his chest and end up in a warm bundle of limbs, tangled together in a protective and comforting manner. The both of you keeping the other soothed, you playing with his hair and him stroking your back fondly. A snort from Eddie snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Hm?” You mumble into his shoulder.

“‘I’ll make Vecna look like a puppy’” he says, doing his best impression of you before he cracks up laughing.

You groan, red cheeked and hiding in the curve of his neck, somewhat embarrassed by how cheesy your line was earlier, “shut uuuuup” you whine, to which he just giggles, squeezes you closer and kisses the top of your head.

“That’s never gonna happen, sweetheart.”

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