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ebongawk · 7 months

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Eddie and Chrissy have a big fight/argument/misunderstanding (but with a happy resolution please 🥺). Just for hurt/comfort sake.

Eddie couldn't wrap his head around it.

Reconnecting with Chrissy Cunningham (yeah, that Chrissy Cunningham) five years after leaving Hawkins to snap at his heels while he went out and made a name for himself had, at the time, seemed like an act of fate. He'd just gotten out of a year-long situationship that ended when their mutually agreed upon exclusivity had, apparently, been too exclusive for her.

Eddie wasn't heartbroken or anything. He didn't really let his attachments take up that much space in his chest, but it was disappointing to realize that, yet again, he was deemed not enough by a person with whom he'd expended so much time and effort.

But, whatever, right? Who gave a shit. Rockstars weren't supposed to dip their fingers into one honeypot at a time, anyway, so to speak. And Eddie was kinda in a place where he should have wanted to explore that.

(He didn't, but that seemed secondary.)

Then, in aforementioned act of fate, Chrissy Cunningham showed up at his signing booth at the end of a show, and all that space in his chest he hadn't allowed another person to occupy was suddenly pitched with a For Sale sign, paperwork drawn up and just waiting for her to take out the mortgage.

Wonder of wonders, she fucking did.

They'd just celebrated a year together by buying an adorable little three-bed townhouse in Carlsbad. It was kinda dated – the wallpaper had definitely been picked out by someone's grandma – but it was theirs, and Eddie fucking loved it. Chrissy did, too, if all the squealing was anything to go by.

Producers called up about a week later to let him know they were going on tour for four months, and Eddie and Chrissy were torn between elation and devastation, since she could only go with him for the first month before she had to be back at work.

Which was fine. They made it work. Eddie called whenever he had a chance and Chrissy had sent him off with polaroids and a letter about how much she loved him and the stuffed frog he'd won her at the San Diego County Fair and it was fine.

Except, recently, shit had been weird.

Like, weird weird.

Like, Chrissy could only talk for a few minutes weird. Like she'd missed his nightly phone call a few days ago because she'd been "out", and when he'd called her last night, he swore he heard a man's voice on the other end of the line.

He asked, and Chrissy explained that she forgot to mute the TV, but that was completely unlike her. Chrissy never forgot that kind of stuff because she always lamented that it was impossible to focus on their conversation if she had distractions in her periphery.

It hit him like a goddamn ton of bricks.

She's cheating on me.

And it didn't make sense, but then it did, because who the fuck wanted to wait around for some asshole guitarist in a band that barely had name recognition? For four fucking months? She was a publicist, for fuck's sake, she made plenty of money to support herself and Eddie was just the dead goddamn weight that nobody wanted––

He didn't want to believe it. But she knew he was getting home the following day, so Eddie did what any sane person would do. He boarded a plane twelve hours earlier than was originally planned, took a taxi to their new house, and was going to catch her in the fucking act.

Even if it ripped his heart to shreds with fucking dragon claws and made it impossible for him to ever love anyone else. That was just the fucking price he'd have to pay for trusting someone, he supposed.

The entire trip home (six hours), all he could think about was what he was going to say when he found her in bed with someone else. And he kept choking on his own tongue to keep the bile from coming up his throat.

Unlocking the door, Eddie set his duffel bag and guitar in the foyer, automatically toeing off his Reeboks (Chrissy was adamant about no shoes in the house) and walking down the hallway toward the kitchen.

It was empty.

Then, from up the stairs, a soft, continuous banging noise. Like a hammer tapping against a nail or––

Or a fucking bedpost hitting the wall.

Taking the stairs two at a time, Eddie rounded the corner and practically barged into their bedroom, shoulders heaving and fists clenched.

Empty.

A blink, then two, and Eddie looked around. There was something different about the room. Like, yeah, okay, it'd been a while since he'd been home, but the walls were... definitely not green when he left. Because they were covered in that awful wallpaper.

Right?

And... did they always have those built-in bookshelves around the picture window? And that window seat?

He nearly went to investigate, but then the banging started up again, and Eddie whirled around, looking at the ajar door of the empty guest room down the hall. Heart in his throat, he approached and cursed his own fingers for trembling like that.

(Didn't these hinges used to squeak?)

The room was not empty like it'd been when he left it.

In the middle, beneath a clear tarp, was a huge desk that was stacked with boxes. He couldn't make out everything hidden within them, but his synth pedal and headphones were spilling out over the cardboard tops.

Chrissy was standing on a stepladder in the corner, holding a hammer as she hung up... was that soundproofing?

Standing beside her was a man. A man Eddie immediately recognized as his uncle, given the bald head and set of shoulders. And, in the opposite corner of the room, Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler were screwing things around the pieces of soundproof that were already hung.

Things like...

A guitar mount.

Jonathan looked up, his eyes widening as he let out a loud, "Oh, shit," at the unexpected ghost haunting the doorway. His statement made the other three pairs of eyes turn on him, each of them widening with shock.

"Eddie!" Chrissy shouted, nearly toppling off the stepladder in her haste to get down. Wayne's arms automatically stretched to catch her, but she was halfway across the room, practically leaping into Eddie's surprised embrace. "You're early!"

"Uh," he said, his voice breaking as his mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. "Y-Yeah. Just, uh, caught an earlier flight."

Chrissy's pointy little chin dug into his chest, her grin broad and her eyes glimmering in the sunlight still streaming through the window. "Well. I can't even be mad that you ruined your own surprise, I guess. I'm too happy to see you!"

Eddie's hands were still trembling.

"Surprise?"

"Yeah!" she said, still giddy with excitement. Not quite leaving his uncertain embrace, Chrissy turned, broadly motioning toward the room. "I was building you a studio! For, um, for songwriting and stuff. Because I know you have to make appointments to go to the recording studio. So, we took down all the drywall and double-insulated in here, and we're just finishing up the soundproofing tiles!"

Fuck, she was still grinning. Looking up at him with bright, expectant eyes as she waited for his response.

Before he could formulate one, she bounced, her eyes widening again. "Oh, and! And! Look what I did to the bedroom!"

She grabbed his hand, walking him back toward the room he'd already seen and whipping the door open with a flourish.

"Ta-da!" she exclaimed, motioning toward the walls, the shelves, the window seat. "That wallpaper was awful, so it was the first thing to go. Then, Wayne came down a couple weeks ago and helped me fit these shelves in, so we'd have somewhere for all our books! Isn't it lovely?" She gave a dreamy sigh, leaning her head against his chest and wrapping her arms around his midsection.

Oh, fuck.

She was–– Jesus Christ, he'd been so fucking convinced that Chrissy was cheating, and she'd been... She'd been rebuilding their goddamn house from the inside out. Creating a home for them, where they'd just been living in a place they liked.

She wanted him to come back to a home he could love.

"Not," he rasped, trying to blink away the sudden buildup of moisture in his eyes. "Not–– Not cheating?"

Chrissy's brow furrowed, her grin growing confused as she shook her head. "No?" she said, giving a little giggle. Then, she looked at him for a long moment, her smile gradually falling as understanding lifted the shades from her eyes. As the furrow in her brow creased from misunderstanding to complete heartbreak. "No," she repeated, more sure, more broken, and Eddie felt, all at once, like the world's biggest asshole.

She unwrapped her arms from around him, stepping back.

"Chrissy––"

"I'll, um," she interrupted, backing out of the room. "You can explore, I'll just... I have some stuff to finish up, okay?"

"Wait, Chrissy––"

But she was slipping out the bedroom and down the stairs, making Eddie feel fucking awful for assuming the worst. Because he knew her – of course he knew her. And of course Chrissy would never do something like that. She–– God, she was so fucking good, way too good for him, and he couldn't reconcile that so he made her the villain?

Old insecurities were fucking impossible to shed.

Their three guests were still in the guest bedroom – the studio – and Wayne gave him a smile as he finished up his wall of soundproofing.

"Crazy, huh?" he laughed, joining Eddie in the hallway when Eddie couldn't bring himself to enter the room. "She was a gosh darn dictator, trying to get all this finished before you made it back. I think even Miss Wheeler in there was impressed." Wayne chuckled.

He just looked at his uncle, lost, and said, "Wayne, I think I fucked up."

(to be continued)

#hellcheer #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson #stranger things #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer drabble #chrissy cunningham #hurt/comfort #but we really only got the hurt here #this has apparently been sitting in my drafts for however long and I kinda....... forgot #lmao my bad

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burgundybmw · 2 years

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Munson's Mixtape

Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Reader

Word Count: 3,056

Warnings: Brief slut shaming (Jason's a dick)

Summary: Chrissy has been acting weird, and like a good big sister Y/N drives to Hawkins from Notre Dame to check in on her. Only to find out she has plans to meet up with Eddie Munson. Things take a turn for the worse and now Y/N gets wrapped in to the horrors of Hawkins. Hey, at least she has the company of the guitarist she was sweet on back in high school for comfort.

Author’s Note: So I did get ambitious and managed to pump out another chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Track Eleven

It took longer than Y/N would like to pack all of her things, but she was finally finished. After she the left the church she radioed Eddie and told him her plan. She didn't give him many details about what happened at Chrissy's funeral, the hurt still fresh in her mind. However, Y/N did tell him that she gave her parents a piece of her mind. Eddie said that he was proud of her, and wished he was there to see her unleash her righteous fury. Y/N glowed with the praise he gave her, and she held onto it as she packed up her old life.

She changed back into her Notre Dame uniform, most of the clothes left in her childhood home closet was formal wear, so she was left with little choice. Most of the things she packed up were more personal items, things she didn't bring with her to college. Old diaries, her old Hawkins High cheer uniform, the books she couldn't carry in her car when she first left Hawkins. Before she left for good, she took one look at Chrissy's bedroom door.

A part of her still didn't want to go in, thought it would be too painful to see her sister's room without her in it, but there were a few things of her sisters that she wanted to keep. The car was already packed and ready to go, so it would be the last time she would ever see what was left of Chrissy.

Y/N walked into the room, and it was just like she remembered last time she visited over winter break. The ornate yellow wallpaper was crisp and pristine, not a single poster on the walls. Their mother would have thrown a fit if they ruined the paper, so Chrissy put all of her photos on a large bookshelf next to her bed. Y/N took a moment to look at all of the snapshots of Chrissy's life. There was a picture of both them when they were little, Y/N burying her sister in the sand. She took in a deep breath and quickly moved onto the next one, a photo of Chrissy and Jason the night of junior prom. Y/N remembers how Chrissy called her and asked how get to birth control without their mother finding out, and she just laughed at how embarrassed her sister was on the phone. Chrissy chastised her at the time, and now Y/N just wished she could hear her voice again.

The next photos were normal for any teenage girl, pictures of Chrissy and her friends. A school newspaper clipping of the Hawkins cheer squad in a pyramid, her sister at the very top. A few polaroids of her and Jason on dates. One picture surprised Y/N, she never noticed it on the shelf before.

It was a picture of Chrissy and Y/N on graduation day. She was in her cap and gown, Eddie's mixtape in hand. Chrissy was in a blue sundress, a big smile on her face as she hugged her sister. Their dad took the photo, but what wasn't surprising was the two sisters together, it was who else was in the background. Y/N could see Eddie walking towards them, hand in the air like he wanted to get their attention. After he gave her the mixtape, Y/N assumed he drove away, but there he was. She remembered her mother rushing the girls into the car after their dad took the picture, said she wanted to get to Enzo's before the rush. At the time she believed her mother's complaint, but now Y/N thought it was because Eddie was trying to talk to her. She'd have to ask him what he wanted to say to her, if he could remember. It was two years ago.

Y/N grabbed the photo and put it in one of Chrissy's old cheer duffle bag and continued her path around the room. There was the stuffed dog Chrissy always slept with at night, a little black terrier she named Toto. Y/N knew her parents would throw it away, but Chrissy loved it, so she put that in the duffle too. She grabbed the gold locket that she gave her sister for Christmas, a small picture of them both as children inside, and she grabbed a few other knickknacks as well. Y/N found an old scrapbook they made together, and when she sat down on Chrissy's bed to go through it, a thick leather bound book fell out from under the pillow.

Y/N put the scrapbook in the duffle bag and reached for the book. It was Chrissy's diary. She knew that her mother would probably go through it if she found it, and the last thing Chrissy would want was their mother knowing her personal thoughts. Y/N was going to put it straight into the duffle, but she paused. The same temptation to read it when through her head, and she knew it was wrong when she read Eddie's journal, but Y/N couldn't help herself. She opened a random page and started to read.

February 14th, 1984 Dear Diary,

Today is Valentine's Day. Jason is taking me out to dinner later, and for once I'm really excited about it! He bought me flowers, and gave them to me during lunch. A huge bouquet of red roses! Mom gave me a vase to put them in, and they're sitting on top of the dresser. I can't wait to tell Y/N about our date later. I know she doesn't have a date for Valentine's Day, but she said she was going to the movies with her friends today, so I know she won't be alone. Nobody should be alone on Valentine's Day. I was afraid I was going to be after the fight Jason and I got into, but he seems to be over that now. I'm still a little upset with him about what he said, but he seemed sorry. So I guess everything is okay now!

Y/N didn't know about any fight between her sister and Jason back then, they were just starting out in their relationship and in the honeymoon phase. She flipped back a few pages to see if her sister wrote about it.

February 9th, 1984 Dear Diary,

Jason and I got into a fight today. He got mad at me for trying to comfort him after we slept together for the first time. I told him it was okay that it didn't last very long, and that Y/N told me that we were still getting used to each other and that's normal. Jason said that she wasn't the type of girl to be getting advice from. When I asked him what he meant he said that Y/N hooked up with Eddie Munson, so she must be easy. I yelled at him for that, and told him it wasn't true. Apparently Matthew Grayson told everyone on the basketball team that Y/N cheated on him with Eddie, and that's why they broke up. I told him it was a lie. Jason said that Eddie said nothing happened between them too when he heard about it, but no one on the team believed him. Matthew and other guys from the team beat him up after he tried to tell the truth. I told Jason he should apologize to Eddie, but he said he wouldn't be caught dead talking to the freak. That made me sad. Jason isn't a mean guy, but sometimes he says mean things. I at least told him to say it wasn't true to the other guys, and he said he would try his best. I don't want a rumor like that to spread around school about my sister. I know Y/N likes Eddie, even if she won't admit it, but she would never cheat on her boyfriend.

Y/N never knew Matthew said all those things about her. She broke up with him when she realized that she didn't have feelings for him anymore. It was a messy break up, but she didn't think he would make up lies about her. If she ever saw Matthew Grayson's face again she wouldn't hesitate to put him in his place. It was one thing to spread rumors about her, she could have handled it, but to get physical with Eddie? When he was just trying to set the record straight? He really had the worst luck with the people of Hawkins. Y/N flipped through the pages to find some of her sister's more recent entries. The most recent one was from the day she died.

March 21st, 1986

Dear Diary,

I had another nightmare. This one was really bad. I can't even look at Mom's face without seeing the monster I saw in my dreams. The headaches are worse, and I don't know what to do. I just saw an old clock in my room, and when I blinked it wasn't there anymore. I was awake. I know I was. I wanna talk to Y/N, but I can't with Mom home. I don't want her to hear me. I need something to calm me down. I tried drinking myself to sleep last night, but that didn't work. I know Sarah likes to smoke weed to chill out, but I'm not even sure that would work. I think I need something stronger. I know Sarah buys stuff from Eddie, maybe I can get something from him. I just hope Y/N doesn't find out, she'd be so disappointed in me. I'm afraid to talk to Eddie alone though. Y/N says he's a great guy, but he scares me a little. Jason says he's a devil worshipper. I don't think that's true, but you never know. At this point I'll take a deal with the devil, anything to make this stop. I wish Y/N was here. She'd know what to do. She always knows what to do. I miss her so much. I'll call her when I get to school, maybe she can help me.

Y/N could see the ink smudge from her sister's gel pen as she cried over the pages. A deal with the devil was right, she'd do anything to bring her sister back. But she couldn't, and she would never be there for her sister again. The only thing Y/N could do now was stop Vecna once and for all.

Y/N put the diary in the duffle and made her way to the car. She tossed it in the backseat along with the rest of her things and started the drive back to Rick's house. It was already dark, she'd been gone for too long. She left the walkie in the passenger seat while she was in the house. She prayed Eddie didn't try to reach her while she was gone.

"Eddie? Are you there?" She heard some rusting before Eddie's voice rang through.

"Y/N! Christ, there you are." He was whispering, Y/N could barely hear him.

"What's going on? Are you okay?" She was speeding now, desperate to get to him.

"Yes, no, I don't know, man. Jason and his posse are inside Rick's house. I don't know how they figured out where I was, shit. They've got bats, and crow bars and shit. Where are you?" Y/N slammed her foot on the gas, zipping through the back roads of Hawkins. Why was Jason after him? He was at the funeral with the other guys from the basketball team. Y/N would have liked to think Jason wasn't the type to go vigilante, but she always knew something was off about him. Chrissy's diary didn't make her feel any better either. Jason hates Eddie, and if he thought he was responsible for her death... Y/N didn't like to think about what he was capable of.

"I'm 5, maybe 10 minutes away. Try calling Dustin, maybe they're closer. I'll be there soon just hold on."

Y/N pulled up to Rick's house to see Jason and his friends walking towards the boathouse. She jumped out of the car and ran over to the group, they were still dressed in the suits they wore to Chrissy's funeral. They must have been looking for him all day.

"Jason!" She shouted. They all turned to look at her, weapons tightly gripped in each other their hands.

"Y/N? What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here." Jason said with the fake polite tone he used on her parents.

"It's none of your business why I'm here. What are you guys doing here? Why are all of you carrying weapons? What's going on?" Her heart was pounding in her chest. She prayed that Eddie could sneak away while they were all distracted.

"We're looking for Munson. We just want to talk to him." Andy, Chance, and Patrick all nodded behind him. None of them looked like they just wanted to talk, they were looking for a fight.

"Talk? Do you need crowbars to talk Jason? And why are you looking for Eddie anyway?" Y/N tried to peak behind the boys in front of her, but it was too dark to see anything. She didn't know where Eddie was, and it terrified her.

"He's the one that killed Chrissy!" Andy shouted.

"No, he's not. What happened to Chrissy wasn't his fault. You've got it all wrong." Y/N tried to reason with them. She hoped they would listen to her and leave Eddie alone.

"And how do you know anything about that Y/N?" The fake polite tone was gone from Jason's voice then. He sounded sinister, violent. Like the crowbar in his hand wasn't just for Eddie now.

"Because I was there when she died. What killed her wasn't... it wasn't Eddie. Eddie and I were trying to give her an intervention that night, because she wanted to buy some Special K. I was in his room with him when she died in the trailer. He's innocent." Y/N was trying to be brave now, show no weakness in front of them. She couldn't afford to break, not with Eddie's life on the line.

"Did you see who killed her then? If you are so sure of his innocence?" Y/N didn't know what to say, what she could say. She thought they had more time to get their stories straight. She thought she could talk it over with Dustin and his friends once they had more information to go on. It was too late now.

"I didn't see who killed her. Chrissy was already dead when Eddie and I left the room." It was a half truth, but it was the best she could come up with in the moment. She hoped it would satisfy Jason.

"Oh I see..." Jason was laughing at her now, mean and cruel. "While you were busy whoring yourself out to the freak, Chrissy was left alone to die." It felt like a slap to the face. Every word out of his mouth dripping with venom as he said it. Andy and Chance were laughing behind him, as if this whole thing was hilarious.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. Leave Jason. Right now." Y/N steeled herself in front of them, sick of their useless judgement. All of the boys stayed put, refusing to back down while their leader continued his charade.

"So you don't deny it huh? Wow, turns out Grayson was right boys. Y/N Cunningham, Eddie Munson's little slu-" Y/N didn't let him finish the sentence before she punched him in the face. Jason didn't expect the hit, so he nearly went down when her fist connected with his cheek. Andy and Chance caught him before he fell, dropping their weapons in the process.

"For once in your life Jason just shut the fuck up! You talk as if you have any clue what's going on but you don't! So why don't you just take your little toys, your laughable alpha male attitude, and go... Chrissy would be mortified with your behavior right now. If she weren't already gone, she'd dump your sorry ass in a second." Jason looked like he was about to lunge at her when Chance saw something in the water.

"Look! There's something over there!" Jason turned towards the lake, noticing the ripples in the shoreline. All of them took off running, Y/N following closely behind. Once they got around the boathouse she could see Eddie peddling the small boat in the water.

"Holy shit.. Hey freak!" Jason shouted. Y/N could see Eddie twist to look at them, he pulled the oar out of the water.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jason started to take off his suit, and Patrick started to do the same. They was going after Eddie.

"Stop it!" Y/N screamed. She tried to run closer to the shore, but Chance and Andy held her back. She fought against their firm grips on her arms, neither of them possessing the gentleness Eddie had when he held her.

"Y/N!" Eddie shouted. Y/N looked up, he looked like he was about to dive into the water.

"Go! Start the engine and go! Now!" Eddie paused. He didn't want to leave her there.

"I'll be okay! Just go-" Andy covered her mouth with her hand, she bit it as hard as she could.

"Ow! You bitch!" He kneed Y/N in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She could see Jason and Patrick swimming towards the boat, what was left in her lungs she screamed to Eddie.

"Go!" Eddie tried pulling the engine cord, but it was a bust. So he started rowing further out in the lake, Jason and Patrick quick on his tail. Y/N kept fighting Andy and Chance off, but they had her arms pulled so far back she thought they would rip out of their sockets. She was stuck. Stuck watching as Jason and Patrick began closing the gap between them and Eddie.

All of the sudden Patrick stopped, Jason was yelling something but she couldn't hear it. They were too far out. Eddie stopped too, and they all watched in horror as Patrick flew into the air. His body was contorting in every direction, just like Chrissy's body did. Then just like her, he fell. His body plummeting into the water with a deafening splash.

It was happening again. Vecna's curse. He had taken another victim.

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siouxiesiouxtryhard · 1 year

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Sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

Ch. Eighteen - Domesticity

summary: winter break with eddie combined with forgiveness and yet another ride home

cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, afab!reader, language, fluff, like tooth rotting fluff, mentions of sex, implied smut, a couple uses of y/n, steve apologist energy, chrissy cunningham’s mother, hinting to fat shaming, JERRY, -i think that’s all-

author’s note: everyday i get closer to posting bits and pieces of the identical steve story :) love you <3

<<Part 17 --- Part 19>>

Waking up to a quiet and empty house was something you weren’t used to. You were accustomed to blasting music and Billy’s obnoxious grunting. You smiled and turned around to snuggle into Eddie. He groaned in his sleep and unconsciously pulled you into his chest, burying his face in your hair. You grinned, squeezing his waist and tangling your legs together. You flinched and brought your foot back down to the edge of the bed when your knee accidentally brushed his bare dick.

“Mm, put it back,” Eddie grumbled, smiling softly to himself. You snickered and looked up at him, running a finger down the bridge of his nose. Eddie finally opened his eyes and grinned widely when he saw you. You brushed your fingertips all over his face, cupping his cheeks and stroking his cheekbones as you stared at him.

“What?” Eddie whispered, a confused smile on his face.

You shook your head, “I just think you’re beautiful, Eds,” you said.

Eddie’s eyes widened and he turned his head to the side to avoid looking at you and hide his scarlet red face. That was supposed to be his line! You weren’t supposed to compliment him like that!

You whined, trying to make him look at you again. “I just told you I like your face, don’t hide it from me!” You giggled. Eddie smiled and rolled onto his stomach, burying his face into his arms. You huffed and turned your back to him, holding back a smile. Eddie peeked at you from under his elbow, saw your back and pouted. You were guilt tripping him…

And damn it, it was working…

Eddie bit his lip and threw his arm over your waist and shoved his face in your shoulder. You smiled, lightly dragging your nails up and down his arm. Eddie shivered but buried his face further into your hair. “You hungry yet?” You asked.

Eddie nodded, “I don’t wanna get up though,” he whined. You giggled, turning so you could see his face. Eddie smiled, kissing your forehead. You kissed along his jaw, being especially gentle on the love bites you left on him.

Eddie hummed, “Unless you wanna go again, I’d stop,” he breathed, “Okay, horny boy, breakfast sounds amazing right now,” you said, kissing his cheek.

He pouted, leaning on his elbows to watch you get dressed. You tied your hair up and tossed Eddie’s boxers to him to avoid swinging dick all over the house. He caught them and slid them on before he trailed over to stand behind you where you sat at the vanity. He hugged you around the shoulders, kissing your head with a smile. Eddie let you go and pulled on some pants, watching you put on ChapStick. He sighed in frustration, digging through his stuff for his pack of cigarettes. He ended up just bumming one off you on the premise you would both share it.

“I never did get to look at your room. We were a little… preoccupied,” Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows.

You snorted, “Well, don’t be shy! Look around if you want. You can do whatever you want in here. You’re my boyfriend, so… Mine is yours and whatnot,” you shrugged.

You snickered as you watched him wander around your room that Billy fought you for. Your room was the only room in the upstairs area of the house, so you basically had the entire attic for yourself. Thankfully, your mom put her foot down about the sleeping arrangements and set the rule that the oldest kid gets the biggest room until they move out.

Eddie looked around your room with a smile. Posters and tapestries littered the walls, one wall basically wallpapered with posters, pictures, and cutouts of metal bands mixed with some other musicians you liked. “I see you’re a Nikki Sixx fan,” Eddie smirked, pointing to one of the many cutouts of the bassist. You smiled, “Yeah, he’s my favorite from the band. I dunno, I guess he’s hot,” you shrugged. Eddie snickered and kept looking around.

The room was so… you.

Eddie smiled widely at the shiny dark green drum set that was set up in the corner of the room in front of a guitar and bass hung up on the wall. “You play?” He asked. Your eyes widened and you pretended to busy yourself with organizing. “Uhh… kinda? I’m not very good. I just mess around here and there,” you said. Eddie smirked and eyed the guitars you basically put on display.

“Oh! Do you wanna meet Jerry?” You asked suddenly. Eddie chuckled, “Who?” You waved him over and carefully took the lid off the tank you had been standing at. Eddie furrowed his eyebrows at the log and water bowl in the tank. Eddie’s eyes widened when you grabbed the log and flipped it over to reveal a pied ball python at least two feet long and fat.

“Isn’t he pretty? He just finished shedding so he’s gonna eat later. Big mouse for you, sir,” you cooed before reaching into the log to pry the reptile out.

Eddie winced, afraid if you disturbed him too much, he would strike at you. You laughed, allowing Jerry to wrap himself around your wrist. The snake squeezed you gently and leaned up close to your face, his little tongue poking out to touch your nose.

“Relax, Eds. He’s the sweetest snake I’ve ever met. I’ve had him since he was a baby. He loves to cuddle,” you said, running your finger along the snake’s back. He really was a pretty snake.

Eddie tentatively reached a finger out to pet Jerry, almost flinching when the snake reacted by slithering further up your arm. “You wanna hold him?” You asked, offering the snake to him. Eddie stuttered out an “okay..” carefully taking Jerry and handling him like glass. “He won’t break, babe. You can play with him,” you laughed, walking away to turn on the closet light.

Eddie laughed, holding Jerry up to look into his beady little eyes. He was truly the cutest little snake he’d ever seen. “Hi Jerry!” Eddie said softly.

You smiled to yourself, making up your bed since you were actually trying to keep your room clean this time. “Alright! We have the whole house to ourselves so, what do you wanna do?” You asked.

Eddie shrugged, setting Jerry back in the tank. Jerry slithered into the red light of the heat lamp, curling up in a little ball to have a nap.

“Speaking of that… I was wondering…” Eddie started, “How come I’m only able to come over here when no one else is home?” He asked. You frowned. Were you about to have a fight? God, you hope not. “Well, I never said you weren’t able to come over. I just didn’t think you should because my family was going to be here,” you shrugged, “Well, do you not want me to meet them or something?” Eddie replied.

You shook your head while Eddie slowly prepared his sneaky defensive stance. He trusted you, but the nagging voice in his brain told him that even you didn’t want to show him off and you’re just like everyone else.

“No, I just didn’t think you would want to come over. My family is… overwhelming, and I didn’t want you to feel like you couldn’t act like yourself at my house because they would look at you funny like they look at me,” you sighed with a sad shrug.

Eddie dropped his arms and looked at you. Everyone else he’d ever been with (which wasn’t a lot) always hid him like they were embarrassed of him. He figured you were doing the same.

Now he felt bad…

“I want you to feel as at home here as you do at the trailer. And my family would mess that up… I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, you know?” You smiled innocently.

Eddie finally crossed the small space between you, got down on his knees, and hugged you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling softly as you nudged your face in his curls. “You’re amazing,” Eddie said with the most lovesick smile on his face.

You snorted, “Why?”

“Because! You’re sitting there looking out for me and here I thought you were embarrassed of me,” Eddie shrugged, pouting a little. You awed at him and cupped his cheeks, kissing his nose. “I would never be embarrassed of you, darling. I’m sorry you felt like that,” you said, smiling gently at him.

Eddie grinned and stood up before he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. You shrieked, kicking your feet as he carried you down into the kitchen. Eddie finally sat you on the counter, shielding your head form hitting the cabinet and laughing when you hit his shoulder with fake anger. He kissed the pout away from your lips and put four waffles into the toaster. You fumbled with Eddie’s fingers, wishing he would sleep with his rings on so you could twist them around.

“Oh! Baby, I almost forgot to tell you. So, Steve is throwing a Christmas party at his house, and he invited me to come. He said I could bring you if I wanted to… and I wanna, so do you want to come with me?” You asked, kicking your feet. Eddie hummed, spreading peanut butter on your waffles. He was very, very weary of Steve. He’s heard all about how nice he is and how he’s supposedly this super great guy now but he’s suspicious. Steve was one of the first people who started up all the freak stuff about Eddie. So, forgive him for not wanting to hang around one of his childhood bullies.

“Ehh, I don’t know, sweetheart. You have fun, but I don’t know if me and Harrington will get along,” Eddie said.

You tilted your head with a frown, quietly thanking him when he gave you the plate with your waffles. “Why not?” You asked. Eddie shrugged, “Well, I mean, Harrington kinda started the whole “freak” thing,” he said, “And, like, it’s whatever now, and I’ve embraced it and I think it’s pretty funny… but I don’t know if I wanna hang out with the guy, y’know?” Eddie chuckled, cutting into his breakfast.

Your eyes widened and your jaw clenched so tight Eddie thought you cracked a tooth. You shook your head with a sigh, “H-he did all that?” You mumbled, “I thought he was cool… He’s supposed to be my best friend,” you said sadly.

Eddie leaned against the counter, starting to feel like a shitty guy. He didn’t want to make you feel like you couldn’t be friends with Steve because Eddie couldn’t let something go. “Well…” Eddie relented, “He’s obviously changed a lot if you’re close with him. He hasn’t said any of that stuff for a long time, but I thought he was just bored with me. Look, I’ll go to his party. If he’s as nice as you say he’s been then I’ll give him a shot. Don’t go cutting him off or anything because he was immature in middle school, okay?” Eddie asked, tucking some hair behind your ear.

You nodded quietly, still trying to come to terms with the fact your best friend used to be a bully. Even better a bully to your boyfriend! Amazing! Loving life right now!

“Hey… where’d you go, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. You shook your head, smiling up at him. Eddie grinned widely, wrapping his arms around your waist. “There’s my pretty girl!” He said, kissing the corner of your mouth.

You giggled quietly, which gave Eddie a nasty idea. He used his arms around you to his advantage and started poking at your sides with an evil grin on his face. You squeaked and laughed, begging him to stop tickling you as you sunk to the floor with him on top of you. Eddie sat up, pat his elbow, and pretended to body slam you like he saw wrestlers do.

You laughed, flipping over so you were on top and pinned his arms down. You were still giggling and trying to catch your breath. “I… can’t stand you…” you panted. Eddie smiled, leaning up like he was going to kiss you and licked a stripe up the side of your face. You stopped and gaped at him, looking offended as you wiped his spit off your cheek. Eddie laughed, his head bonking the floor as you giggled together.

You leaned down to give him an actual kiss. Eddie hummed, wiggling his wrists to try and touch you but you were holding him pretty good. “Mm- baby, you know what sounds fun?” Eddie asked.

You hummed, kissing his neck, “We should go to the record shop. There’s this new band that just came out with an album and it’s apparently so super good. So, now I have to go buy it. You wanna go?” Eddie asked. You pretended to think about it before nodding and jumping off him to help him up. “I wanted to look for some more Ozzy anyways. Max broke my Bark at the Moon,” you rolled your eyes with a smile.

Eddie pouted at you and followed you up to your room to change and get ready to go. Eddie smiled softly to himself as he watched you meticulously apply your makeup that gave him scary dog privileges.

“Can I have some eyeliner?” Eddie asked, batting his eyelashes. You snickered and nodded, grabbing a pencil liner instead of a liquid so he didn’t smear it everywhere. You smudged it on his waterline and had to hold his eye open because Eddie was far too twitchy to sit still with a pencil on his eyeball. “Sick!” He drew out, kissing your cheek and pulling you to stand. He twirled you under his arm, securing the cliché boyfriend move and locked the front door behind him.

The days that led up to Steve’s party were full of you and Eddie taking full advantage of having the Mayfield/Hargrove house to yourselves. Which included but was was not limited to screaming the lyrics to whatever song was crackling through the speakers in your room, you teaching Eddie how to make actual food instead of waffles and microwave dinners, having sex all over the house (including Billy’s room out of spite), and you started looking for a job.

You were starting to run low on the money you had left over from California, and you couldn’t just dip into your savings for stuff you didn’t need like records. Eddie insisted that he could just cover you with his dealing money, but you hated when people spent money on you and you didn’t want to be a leech, so that was a fat no.

You didn’t have to worry about that right now, you were currently worrying about the lasers Eddie was shooting into the back of Steve’s head while the boy mingled around his party.

“Eddie!” You hissed, smacking his chest. Eddie jumped and looked down at you, a soft look in his eye at meeting yours. “Stop glaring. You look constipated,” you whispered, quirking your eyebrows to settle your point. Eddie laughed, tossing his head back and Steve finally got a minute to approach you two.

You told Eddie in the car to let you do the talking because Eddie wouldn’t be able to not insult him. You wouldn’t force him to accept Steve’s apology, but you didn’t want there to be tension.

“Hey! You made it! I’m so glad you’re here, I would’ve been bored out of my fucking mind without you here,” Steve said, hugging you. You smiled a tight-lipped smile and pat his back.

“Hello, Steven,” you sneered, almost sounding like a joke.

“Oh, Steven… what did I do?” Steve asked. You sighed, “Well, Eddie told me something pretty interesting about you!” You said in fake enthusiasm. Eddie snorted, sipping his drink to hide it. “Yeah! He told me all about how you’re the reason Eddie’s known as the town freak and why he can barely set foot in a fucking antique store without the cops being called! What the fuck, Steve?! I thought you were cool, man!” You said, crossing your arms.

Steve winced, running a hand through his hair. He wasn’t Eddie’s biggest fan, but he still felt like shit for bullying and allowing other people to bully him. Steve fumbled for a reason to explain why he did what he did but couldn’t find any reason valid enough for over ten years of bullying.

“Shit… Shag, I-I don’t know what to say. It was fucked up of me and I pulled my head out of my ass too late. He’s never going to forgive me, is he?” Steve asked. You glanced at your boyfriend standing at a random coffee table with bland decorations on it. He smiled and shrugged, showing he got the message that Steve was sorry.

“I don’t know, you gotta talk to him,” you said, rocking on your feet and earning a sigh from Steve.

“H-hey, I’ll try and make it up to him. Apologize, get him a new guitar… anything! I don’t want there to be anything bad between me and him. I feel like shit, you know? Fuck, I’m sorry,” Steve breathed.

You nodded, looking at Eddie who was still distracted with tacky decorations, “I’m not the one you need to apologize to,” you said, nodding towards Eddie. Steve stuttered an ‘okay’ fixed his hair and adjusted his sweater before approaching the metalhead and tapping his shoulder.

Eddie quirked an eyebrow, looking at Steve with wide eyes. “Hi?” Eddie said slowly once he realized Steve wasn’t going to speak first. “Hey, Eddie… Look, I wanted to apologize. I was a dick to you all throughout school and I just wanna say sorry. I totally get it if you don’t care, or even if you wanted to punch me in the face,” he laughed nervously. Eddie smirked, and Steve continued. “I don’t want there to be any, like, tension or bad blood between anybody, so I figured I should say sorry. I pulled my head out of my ass too late to fix it, man. I’m sorry, Ed…” Steve finished.

He looked at his feet and sighed softly when Eddie didn’t respond. Eventually Eddie just shrugged and said, “It’s whatever, man.”

He figured he could end Steve’s suffering.

Steve looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah?” He asked, “Yeah! I mean, I was still a little pissed off at first but she’s more mad than I am about it.” Eddie motioned to you. “Thanks for apologizing though, Harrington, it means a lot. Fact that Y/n’s cool with you is good enough for me to prove you’ve changed,” Eddie said, clapping a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve chuckled and nodded, walking Eddie over to the kitchen to grab another drink. You smiled to yourself, but your grin turned sinister when Jason Carver and Chrissy Cunningham came into your view. They were just trying to make their way through the party, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Chrissy! Yo, Chris!” You called, waving the blonde girl over. Chrissy smiled widely and bopped over to pull you into a tight hug. “Hi! I didn’t know you would be here!” Chrissy exclaimed, taking your hand.

You smiled, setting your cup on the table behind Chrissy and shrugged, “Steve invited me and I’m a slave to the best friend duty of attending his parties,” you said. Chrissy giggled squeezing your hand and happily conversing with you now that you’d befriended each other in the time Chrissy’d been tutoring you. Chrissy was a very sweet girl and you loved her.

One thing you loved about Chrissy is you got a free show of Jason Carver’s fragile masculinity. He hated that you and Chrissy were friendly with each other. Jason was so scared that you were going to turn Chrissy into a lesbian or something.

“Chrissy! C’mon, the guys are all waiting for us,” Jason said, trying very hard not to notice the fact you were holding hands.

“That’s cool, but I’m just gonna hang out with Y/n for a bit. I’ll meet up with you later, okay?” Chrissy replied, kissing Jason’s cheek. Jason sighed, whispering in Chrissy’s ear that he doesn’t trust you.

Chrissy patted his chest, lightly scolding him and saying you were friends and she was gonna hang with her friends. Jason finally gave in and walked off to hang out with his basketball buddies.

Eddie was making his way back over to you not long after, stuttering over his words when he saw you and Chrissy giggling like little girls together.

Fuck.

Middle school crush. High school girlfriend. Together. Laughing and talking.

Fuck.

He didn’t have any feelings for Chrissy anymore and he hasn’t since his sophomore year, but it was still pretty awkward for him to see her around. Especially because she was really nice to him. Then again, she was really nice to everyone.

“Hi, Eddie!” Chrissy said, waving at him.

Eddie smiled and waved, tossing his arm over your shoulder and kissing your head. He grinned into your hair before he pulled back so you could talk without him latched onto your face. You kept his arm around you as you reached up unconsciously to hold his hand while it hung there. Chrissy ended up staying with you all night. She even got to talking with Steve too! But the real kicker was when Jason came to get her and go home and Chrissy said no.

“I think I’ll just catch a ride with them. If that’s okay with you guys?” The cheerleader asked, squeezing your hand. You and Eddie just shrugged and nodded. Jason looked like he wanted to explode. He kept his cool in front of Chrissy and stomped out to his car which made you all start laughing at his tantrum.

Once eleven rolled around, you and Eddie decided to head out since Chrissy was asleep on your shoulder. Eddie carried the cheerleader out to his van and hopped into the driver’s seat while you woke her up to get her address. Eddie let you take the girl inside since he knew her parents probably wouldn’t take too kindly to Eddie Munson carrying their daughter in front of the whole neighborhood.

“Who are you?!” Mrs. Cunningham exclaimed when you walked through the front door with Chrissy leaned up on you. “Uh… hey… I’m Y/n, I’m a friend of Chrissy’s,” you stuttered.

Chrissy whined sleepily, her head dropping on your shoulder. “Is she drunk?! Christine Elizabeth Cunningham are you drunk?! You know how alcohol can affect your weight!” Chrissy’s mom yelled, moving Chrissy’s head up to look at her.

You, quickly getting the idea of why Chrissy wasn’t staying at home, grunted and started pulling her upstairs to her room. “Excuse me! Where are you going?” Chrissy’s mom shrieked, “Taking your daughter upstairs to sleep. She’s not drunk, she’s tired, man,” you said, rolling your eyes and dragging Chrissy up and into her room.

You dropped the girl on her bed in her brightly colored room. You pulled Chrissy’s shoes off, tucking her in with a sigh. “Have good dreams, Chris,” you whispered. Chrissy hummed and smiled in her sleep as she curled up in bed, cuddling a little stuffed animal to her chest. You smiled softly and clicked the light off before shuffling out of the house without Mrs. Cunningham coming out to bother her some more.

“Home?” Eddie asked, resting his hand on your thigh when he started driving. You smiled, grabbing his hand, “Home.”

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wheelercore · 10 months

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I was today years old when I realized that Connie (as in Connie Frazier) was just another way of naming a character Rose in ST.

Which makes the fact that Connie specifically questioned the wheeler parents on front of their rose wallpaper A Choice (which they didn't do for Brenner)

(for a better shot of wallpaper)

Guess another place we've seen pink roses?

Also very interesting is that I believe Connie's death and El pushing the Demogorgon back into the UD in s1 represented the "mothergate"- which isn't named until s4.

Connie is standing right on front of the Tiger paw print ("predator") on the wall when El kills her- that the Demogorgon then comes through later once Connie is out of the way/

As in, the mothergate (the barrier between the RSU and UD) is broken and the UD came through- just like exactly what happened in the end of S4. Instead of Jason dying, Brenner did in S1 when this happened (at least, he died for the first time).

(Connie is also wearing a light blue button down shirt like we see Nancy and Karen wear in s1).

Even more interesting, El is in her "rosemary" dress when she pushes the Demogorgan back into the UD.

The evil is defeated and sent back to where is came from, ie the mothergate is closed again.

Also notice the light, photosynthesis poster (plants need light to survive- "go into the light"), and the TV ("distraction") framed in between the Demogorgon and El. lol. lmao even.

Which I think definitely explains the absence of roses in the Wheeler home when the earthquake happens at the end of s4:

The mothergate is broke open. The "mothergate" being conformity/normalcy, as also symbolized by the fact that Mrs Cunningham (in white-pink in Chrissy's vecna vision) is the enforcer of Chrissy's popular cheerleader image, despite Chrissy being somewhat of a "freak" herself.

Anyways an extra fun fact!

"Holding the mirror up"- the rose wallpaper behind Virginia

Same bloody tears as Connie when she was killed.

#thinking about Here again (rose weaver)#rosemary isnt the UD she is the barrier between the UD and the RSU.#*insert soldier taking a barrage of knives for a sleeping child imager here*#but also that isnt necessarily a good thing since that symbolizes the denial of your shadow 'unpalatable' parts of yourself #rosegate #anyways the lesson here is that you need to kill your mother to reach your full horror potential #anyways watch st through the lense of rosegate youll never be the same. we are losing btw.

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per-sie · 2 years

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♡. °⊹ eddissy wallpaper ♡. °⊹

› like or reblog if u use <3

#stranger things #st4 #chrissy cunningham wallpaper #eddie munson wallpaper #stranger things wallpaper #eddissy wallpaper #grace van dien #joseph quinn #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #eddissy #eddissy edit #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #chrissy and eddie #aesthetic wallpaper #they are babies #my cuties #my edits

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thegoblinboy · 9 months

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Is it three lines per bat, or three lines per ask?

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Just for you I decided to do three lines per bat so here's around 24 lines of megalomania!

He moves to the door, preparing to open it before Robin's body slams into his own causing him to stumble into the wall. His elbow nearly puts a hole in the fancy wallpaper as his eyes squint suspiciously at the smaller girl.

"Robin, why are you not allowing me to leave this room?" His suspicions are to the roof as he moves adjusting his balance so that he doesn't completely topple over from holding his best friend's weight along with his own.

"Because.." Robin drags out, eyes looking anywhere but at Steve as she purposely tilts her head at an angle.

"Because why?" Steve tries his hardest not to come off as annoyed but after the amount of shenanigans Robin has put him through he was slowly not finding them funny anymore. No matter how much he loved her, he was slowly becoming desperate for one vacation. A vacation that wouldn't feel right because she wasn't there next to him. Damn them and their weird platonic bond. However, he wouldn't have it any other way if it meant he had this wonderful being for the rest of his life.

"Because I may or may not have taken us to the Cunningham's residence," Robin finally looks at Steve, looking like a kicked dog as she begins to chew on her lip. Which was going to scab up if she didn't stop.

"First off, stop chewing your lip I'm not going to help you take care of it again, and secondly.." He takes a moment to pause, dramatically clearing his throat before he continues what he's saying. "Why the hell are we at Chrissy's? You know how bad you get around her, it's bad enough we are on the run because you are a witch, which isn't your fault, and being on the run is fun but it would make it ten times worst if they find out you are also a lesbian as well Robby." Steve doesn't yell, his voice stays in a rough whisper. Trying to keep his voice as low as possible.

Robin's mouth falls open a little bit, clearly becoming a bit more upset the more they talk. "Neither of those things are my fault, Steven, Why should we silence ourselves in an attempt to adapt to a life they want us to live in? It's so fucking unfair!" Her voice has always been raspier than Steves and because of that Robin could never stay that soft with her words so that others couldn't hear.

#wip weekend #stobin friendship #witch robin buckley #queer steve harrington #they are outlaws #megalomania #vampire pirate eddie munson

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platformforchaos · 1 year

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I told myself, “Hoe, don’t do it. Don’t make a Hellcheer wallpaper. You’re already in too deep as it is.” But then I did it. Well. There’s no going back now.

#hellcheer #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #wallpaper #made in Shuffles #Shuffles is my newest addiction #Eddissy

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mockscreens · 1 year

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Hello! Can I please request some Chrissy Cunningham or Hellcheer (Chrissy/Eddie Munson) lockscreens?

please like/reblog if you save!

more stranger things lockscreens here!

#stranger things #stranger things lockscreens #stranger things wallpaper #chrissy cunningham #grace van dien #stedit #requested

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trashy-bowtie · 1 year

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I couldn't wait and ended up making the Chrissy Cunningham lockscreen. Ugh, I love her so much I wish we could get more content of her (and Eddie together ofc). My little sweet cinnamon roll bunny. As always, like/reblog if you save or use and don't repost without crediting me.

#lockscreen #collage #wallpaper #collage lockscreen #made by me #stranger things #chrissy cunningham #stranger things chrissy #cheerleader #my favourite character #80s #girly vibe #stranger things lockscreen #aesthetic lockscreen #aesthetic #grace van dien

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i-used-to-wear-the-fedora · 2 years

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HellCheer Body Swap AU, Waking Up

"Chrissy! Wake up!"

Eddie had been sound asleep, face snug into the pillow underneath his head when a woman's voice yelling at him made him stir.

"Wha?" Eddie sat up, groggily rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Blinking for a moment before his eyes widened slightly. Pulling his hand back and looking it over. It was a lot smaller then he remembered. "The hell?" As Eddie asked himself this, he noticed his high pitched his voice sounded. Looking around him didn't appear to give him an answer. The bedroom was pink. Pink bedsheets, pink wallpaper, pink...everything. Jesus, who only decorated their room in pink?

"Chrissy." Eddie was snapped out of his thoughts when the door to the bedroom opened and a woman stepped in.

"Mrs. Cunningham?" He asked, recognizing the woman from all the school events she volunteered at. The woman pulled a face.

"We don't have time for that nonsense Chrissy, get ready. You're going to be late for cheer practice." The woman closed the door behind her as she left and Eddie's eyes drifted to the couch on the wall across from him. It said it was five thirty in the morning. The metalhead blinked, his sleep deprived mind trying to process all the information he'd just received.

'Am I still high?' Eddie asked himself as he got up from the bed. He didn't feel high. He felt...short. Like, a lot shorter than usual. Looking down at his body he was taken aback to see a body that definitely wasn't his. He had boobs. Blinking rapidly, the highschooler shook his head. This was way too real to be a trip. There was a floor length mirror in the corner that Eddie found himself speeding over to. His reflection confirming his thoughts that had just started to form. He was in Chrissy Cunningham's body.

"Holy fuck." Chrissy's voice spoke. God, those words sounded so weird in her voice. He couldn't remember if he'd ever heard her swear before. Running a hand up to Chrissy's hair, his hair?, Eddie felt her long strawberry blonde hair. "Yeah. Way too real to be a trip." Eddie told himself. He pinched his wrist and winced. Yep, he was awake. "This is some Freaky Friday bullshit....wait." If he was in Chrissy's body, that meant...

"Eddie? You okay in there?"

Chrissy glanced at the bathroom door, unsure what to say. Who was that? What was she supposed to say?

"Um yeah! I'm fine dad!"

"Dad?" The voice asked, although probably not nearly as confused as she was. Wasn't it Eddie's dad? "You sure you're okay in there boy?"

"Sorry-I'm just, really tired." She tried to explain. The was a pause on the other side of the door before the man spoke again.

"Okay well, I'm heading to work." The man said, walking away from the door. "Eddie?"

Chrissy paused for a moment before removing he was talking to her.

"Yeah?"

"Are you high?"

"No!" Chrissy answered instinctively. But to be honest, she kind of wished she was. It might explain some things.

"Alright, just remember, it's okay if you're stoned. But you shouldn't drive high."

"I won't. I promise." Chrissy waited until she heard the sound of a door closing before exiting the bathroom and further exploring the strange place she found herself in. It was a small trailer. Looking out the living room window she saw the sign for Forest Hills Trailer Park. Okay she was in Eddie Munson's body. In his trailer. The panic starting to edge it's way back in as she realized that not only did she have any idea what was going on, but there was also a good chance that Eddie Munson was in her body on the other side of town.

'Oh God was Jason right? Is this some weird satanic ritual thing? Did Eddie do this? Why would he do this....no. Don't panic Chrissy, get it together.' The former blonde slapped herself across the face and winced. Not expecting the force she hit herself with.'Wow, Eddie's surprisingly strong. Okay. This is just like that movie I just saw with Kirk Cameron and his dad. I'll just find Eddie we can fix this. Just need to get to school, find my body and then we switch back and everything will be birthday again!'

Looking down at herself Chrissy saw she was dressed in an oversized white shirt and skinny jeans. For a moment she contemplated taking a shower but she pushed the idea aside, not wanting to invade any boundary that kind of thing would cross. Pulling the shirt she was wearing up to her nose, the cheerleader reeled back at the smell. Gagging as she struggled to take the foul smelling article of clothing off. Going back to the stoner's bedroom, she tossed the shirt onto one of the many piles of dirty clothes on the floor. Opening the closet door, she began to look for something that didn't smell as bad and at least looked half way decent.

Digging through the rack of band tees she finally came to just a plain blue button up shirt that didn't smell like wet dog. Pulling it out, she realized it still had the tag from JC Penneys on it. She felt guilty knowing it was probably bring saved for a special occasion but she could just pay him back later. Pulling it over her chest and buttoning it up as she went over to the bathroom mirror again. She frowned at Eddie's reflection. This looked way too dorky for Eddie Munson.

Undoing the top three buttons and rolling the sleeves up to her elbows she still looked...strange by Eddie Munson standards but it was better. Grabbing one of the hair ties on the counter edge, the girl pulled his long brown hair up in a high ponytail to keep it out of the way. Definitely strange for the school's drug dealer but it made her feel moderately more comfortable.

Now she just had to hope that Eddie's car wasn't a stick shift.

#fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things au #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #eddissy #hellcheer #hellcheer au #bodyswap au

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