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unamused-boss · 3 months

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The Player and The Cheerleader

Billy Hargrove x Cheerleader Reader

Summary: All Billy thinks cheerleading is that's it's just flips and splits. The view changes when he has a run in with a certain Hawkins High School cheerleader.

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Billy didn't care for anyone by any means. Either it be in Indiana or California. If he doesn't see you as someone worth his time then he didn't talk to you or give you the time of day. One of those groups in specific were cheerleaders. From his point of view they were only pretty girls to look at, that's pretty much how everyone treated the cheerleader at this point. Pretty things to look at.

The cheerleaders sometimes had to share the gym with the basketball team. Which did peeve some the guys on the team but as long as the cheerleaders were pretty they could handle it. But there was one odd ball on the cheer team, the captain. Always mouthing off the players when they got to close to the cheerleaders or a ball got to close to hitting one of them.

"Hey! Shit for brains!" A voice can be heard from then other side of the gym. "I thought the point of the game was to get the ball in the basket?!"

"Jeezu..." Tommy huffed. "Can you seriously be pissed about the same thing every time? It's just a ball." He answered to you. Clearly tired of your constant shouting at the basketball team when a ball would go the wrong way.

"And it's just balls between your legs, and they can just as easily deflate." You sassed back. To Billy, it was almost comical to watch. You with the tough guy act, puffing up your chest to a dude way taller than you with colorful pompoms in each hand on your hips.

"What a bitch..." Tommy huffed again.

"Oh get over it." Billy snapped. "What's captain pompoms gonna do?" He laughed at his own statement. Like said before he found the whole conversation comical-

WHAM!

A basketball went flying right into Billy Hargroves head. He snapped his head around to see the who had the nerve to hit him. His eyes met with captain pompoms. The two had a stare off. That's what it felt like for the rest of practice. The two practically eyeing each other the entire time.

After that stunt was over, after constant staring at one another, Billy had only one reaction in mind. A big one.

The next day followed. Billy knew where he could cut you off and corner you, in-between Mr. Johnson's chemistry class and Mrs. Shoffer's English literature class. It happened fast no one could react to it, actually you doubt anyone saw it happen. What you thought was just another normal day of school turned out to be more than that. A harsh hold took your arm, taking you away from the crowd into the more secluded part of the hall. Where you came face to face with a fuming Billy. His jaw was clenched and eyes held anger.

"What, you think you're real funny for the shit you pulled yesterday?" He interrogated. "Try it again see what fuckin happens..." His threats did not stop. Well his empty threats. As much as you are terrified of what he could do, you knew he'd never act on them. Your brave front was standing strong. Taking in every threat, comment, and remark he could throw at you. To get a reaction, if you were a guy you would have answered with your fists at his first remark. But you are not. You are you. You knew the exact thing that would make him even more angry.

" You are nothing but scuff on the gym floor, and that's all you will be."

Billy did not like that one bit. Who does this bitch think she is? His fist rose into the air, readying to strike. The force came down, you felt the air brush past your face, to only make contact with a metal locker. The sound ricocheted through the hall.

You open up your eyes. Now, again, staring at him. Anger was not held in his eyes anymore. If was fear and sadness, to you it was peculiar expression to see on his face. The actions that just happened finally caught up to you, you inhale deeply not knowing you stopped breathing. Everything caught up to you.

SLAP! Your hand came down, striking Billy Hargrove in the face. Hard enough to leave a mark. Not knowing that one had just been healed from another hand. "What the hell is your problem?" You yelled, agitated. "God, you fuckin creep." You make your way back to your class leaving Billy stunned. He didn't know what to do. He has never had someone react to him like that before. It intrigued him. He had an interest in you now.

After that encounter Billy made it his mission yo agitate you as much as possible. I mean, how else are you supposed to show someone you like them. From poking you with a pencil in class, purposefully missing the hoop so the ball bounces into your direction, anything at all just so you could look at him. He was succeeding and he was royally pissing you off. Until on fateful autumn day, everyone had gone home for the day. Except for the extracurriculars that took place after school. Two of those being basketball and cheer practice. Just as the practices were about to start, Billy took notice that you weren't with the cheer team. Which he thought was odd, but instead he chose to go smoke a cigarette before practice. He made his way to the small alley like way that was outside the gym that lead to the track field. And the sight before him made him stop in his tracks. there you stood cheer practice outfit and all with a lit cigarette hanging from your lip.

"I thought cheerleaders didn't smoke?" Billy joked to you, giving you his famous smirk.

"And I thought shit stayed in toilets, but I guess I was wrong since you're here." You said taking a huff of your cig.

"Damn, always ready with a comeback are you?" Billy said, lighting his cigarette.

"Why are you messing with me Hargrove?"

"Ouch, last name basis now sweets?"

"Shut up." You won't deny it, that dumb nickname that he started calling you grew on you. "Is this because of me smacking you?"

"No."

"Was it me hitting you with a basketball?"

"No." He said blankly again.

"Then what is it?"

Billy took a huff of his cigarette then looked you in your eyes. No hate or anger, something you can only describe as adoration.

"I find you interesting." Was his only answer.

"What?" you were confused by this answer. What was so interesting about you that made Billy intrigued. " Your like curious about me or something?"

"Exactly."

"You know curiosity killed the cat, Hargrove." You sassed.

"And satisfaction brought it back, and I am not satisfied yet so get used to me sweets." He said taking his cig a stomping it out onto the ground walking away.

You grumbled at his response, inhaling the last of your cigarette with blushing cheeks. Stomping out your cigarette then making your way into practice. 'Why does this asswipe make me blush'.

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Weeks of this teasing have gone by. Everyday Billy would find a new way to make you mad, blush, or embarrassed to get a reaction out of you. He claimed "It's because you so cute." Which made you blush even more. Gosh, you couldn't stand half of the guys at this school. Why was Billy the only one making you feel this way?

Truth be told, Billy had seen you around way before he had met you. How you walk down the hall with your head held high, looking away in disgust at the "popular" kids, over all not conforming to what a cheerleader is by Hawkins view point. You fought, yelled, got in people faces. Billy love all of it, it made him excited. Excited to talk to you and ask you questions, even ones you deem are stupid. All he wanted to do was to be around you. Damn, he loved it in a way.

Practice had ended for the day leading off into the weekend. A light rain pour had come down, everyone else had a ride to get them home. Everyone except you, well you did but he was running very late. Billy made his way outside to find you standing in the walk way waiting to be picked up. Cigarette hanging from your mouth.

"What are you doing here?" Billy asked.

"Waiting." You simply put.

"Do you want a ride?" He asked.

"No, I have a ride." You said. "But he's running late."

"What your boyfriend?" Billy said, the words had jealousy behind them.

"No." You sighed. "My brother you dipshit."

"oh..." He sighed. A silence fell between you two. Not uncomfortable, but nice enough for you two to be around each other. But Billy had something building in his stomach, a nervous feeling. He hated it. He needed to tell you something.

"Hey." He called to you, you turn your head to face him. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened."

"What?" You were confused by what he just said.

"I said I'm sorry, did you not hear me?" Billy said, He turned his body to face you. "I said I'm sorry." You just stood there silent. Still taking in the fact he is saying sorry. "I'm sorry that I almost punched you into a locker. I realized I was acting like someone I didn't want to be, and you calling me on my shit. It made me look at you differently. I noticed more about you. How you always make sure the other cheerleaders are okay, how you genuinely care about the people you have around you, and you don't take any shit. And- shit I'm bad at this." He's now embarrassed by everything he just said. Heat rises to his cheeks and ears.

You step toward him, placing your hand on his arm. "I thought you were doing pretty well." You smiled, comforting him in a way. He just looked at you. You never smiled at him directly but now that your smile was intended for him. 'damn' He wants you to smile at him all the time.

"Do you want to go on a date?" He asked straight out. You were shocked by his forwardness, but not entirely surprised.

"You want to go on a date with me?"

"Hell yeah, why wouldn't I?" He made it seem like you were speaking a different language. "Listen one date is all I ask, her if you still think I'm a piece of shit I'll stop everything that I'm doing."

Your smile grew even wider. "I would love to go on a date with you Billy."

"Dang, back on first name basis already? Looks like I'm getting a second date already." He joked to you, in turn caused you to laugh.

For the remainder of your time you and Billy talked till you had been picked up. You both talked about anything and everything. It was pure bliss, you loved every second of it. You both were abruptly interrupted by the honking of your brothers car.mYou said your goodbyes to make your way to the car. The smile that held your face did not drop. I didn't drop on Billy's either, when getting home Max found it incredibly disturbing to see her step brother so giddy.

That following night Billy arrived to your house to take you on your promised date. Which one date turned into another and another and another. Till it reached throughout the whole school that Billy Hargrove and the cheer captain were finally official. With many guys questioning Billy as to why he picked you out of everyone, to which he said if they insulted you again he had no problem with dealing with them himself. Girls just snuffed their noses up to you since you now made Billy officially off the market. Not like you cared, he's your boyfriend now and you have him all to yourself. So you could say everything did work out in the end. You and Billy have each other.

"So I guess we have Tommy to thank since he is the reason we met?" You joked.

"Hell no, I would have went after you even if you didn't hit me with that basket ball." He smirk.

"Jeez, you are something Billy." You smiled, leaning into him to seal your lips in a kiss. Yeah, nothing could beat this.

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harrywavycurly · 12 days

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Secret Rendezvous Part 15: Girl Code

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CW: Language

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A/N: I just love girls supporting other girls ya know? Also again sorry if your name is Gina, enjoy✨

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babyrunsforfanfic · 1 year

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Cheerleader, OVER | e.m.

summary: the scene where chrissy cunningham goes to eddie munson’s trailer and almost gets… yknow’d, until you show up and save the day

eddie munson x cheerleader fem!reader

warnings/tags: it’s the vecna scene you guys you all know it so just prepare, angst?, yeah angst, the reader and chrissy are childhood bffls / ‘platonic with a capital p’ soulmates, reader and jason get into a fight, buckingham if you squint not even very hard, fluff too i think?, allusions to chrissy’s ed — it’s over quick i swear, eddie is immediately infatuated and flirty with the reader to be honest

wc: 2265ish

•••

“found it!” eddie thumped the small plastic bag against his free hand, grinning as he walked out of his bedroom. “peaceful bliss just moments away.”

eddie internally chuckled at his own joke as he came into his living room, but froze at the sight in front of him. if he was being honest with himself, he already couldn’t believe that the chrissy cunningham, had asked him for drugs. i mean, it was hawkins- and by all accounts, chrissy was the perfect representation of what the town stood for.

but eddie could close his eyes and remember a small grinning girl from middle school who was nothing but kind; so really, who was he to judge?

“chrissy?” eddie kept his voice soft as he watched as chrissy’s eyes fluttered. “hey! wake up!” eddie snapped his fingers in front of chrissy’s face, a frown painted on his face. “i don’t like this-”

he really didn’t fucking like it when she started to fucking levitate.

•••

you thumped your thumbs against the steering wheel of your car, sun visor down even though it was pitch black outside. you couldn’t help but eye yourself in the little mirror on the visor, a thin cut across your lip. you tongued at it, giggling to yourself as you shook your head- before you turned into the trailer park.

you hadn’t fully believed your friend chrissy when she’d called for you at the school, and asked you to pick her up from eddie munson’s house. she’d been off lately, though you had honestly had just chalked it up to being off due to her boyfriend, jaspn carver. specifically, the jason carver you had just left detention because of- and the reason for the cut on your lip.

walking in on him making out with some girl had definitely not been a surprise- but him grabbing you by the collar of your cheerleading sweatshirt definitely had been. however, honestly, after the things you had experienced the past few years? it was something you welcomed with open fucking arms.

you’d spat in face, called him a couple of names, and he’d accepted it… until you informed dear ol’ jason you were one thousand percent telling chrissy; and you’d be right next to her when she dumped his ass. he had backhanded you then, his class ring catching your lip, and you’d spat a mouthful of blood into his face… just as the gym coach walked in.

he’d given all three of you detention immediately, though you knew he hadn’t necessarily wanted to give you it. he had let you go to the nurse’s office first for a bag of ice and some disinfectant wipes, and your “detention” had been sitting quietly while jason got his ass handed to him and had to run drills up and down the gymnasium.

you grinned to yourself as you pulled into eddie munson’s driveway, parking your car next to his van, though you made no move to actually turn it off. you pressed on the horn a couple of times, giggling as you and chrissy’s favorite song in the entire world came on your car’s radio.

“i come home in the morning light-” ♪

you sang quietly along, but paused when the lights inside of the munson’s trailer flickered. you weren’t a stranger to flickering, and while you hadn’t had anymore… experiences, the sense of dread in your stomach immediately nauseated you. the lights flickered again, and you didn’t hesitate to practically launch yourself from your car- looping to the trunk, and pulling out your cheer bag. while the lights continued to flicker, you could hear eddie munson inside screaming, pleading for chrissy to wake up.

and that just would not fucking do.

you’d given too much already, you’d seen the crazy shit in hawkins more than once; and you refused to let it take one of the last things you had. it could take as much as it wanted from you.

but it would not take chrissy cunningham.

not if you had any fucking thing to say about it.

“but girls, they want to have fun-” ♪

cyndi lauper’s voice accompanied your hurried walk up eddie’s steps, a crowbar tight in your grasp of you right hand, as your cb radio was held in your left. you didn’t bother to knock, ramming your shoulder against eddie’s door- successfully causing it to open without having to turn the knob.

you’d learned that trick from max when she had moved into the trailer park and forgotten her key.

“chris-” your friend’s name died on your lips as you met the wild eyes of eddie munson first, before your eyes darted to the back of chrissy. while facing away from you would’ve been normal, her levitating several feet off the air was really fucking not. “munson, what the fuck?”

“she just started doing that!” eddie loudly hissed, and you nodded as you tossed your cb to him- before you rounded to face chrissy.

“chrissy wake the fuck up!” you hissed, trying your hardest to ignore the way the whites of her eyes fluttered in your direction. “i swear to god christina eloise cunningham i will kill you if you fucking leave me, you hear me?”

“when the working day is done-” ♪

chrissy’s eyes fluttered rapidly as the music continued to play, and you shot a glance to eddie. chrissy had stopped floating, and while you couldn’t see the blue you knew of her eyes- her head was unmistakably inclined toward you.

“keep talking to her!” eddie lowly ordered, and you nodded- immediately tossing your crowbar toward him.

“don’t let that fucking song stop, munson.”

•••

chrissy cunningham flinched away from the creature in front of her, swallowing back bile at the incessant smell of rotting food. flies buzzed near her as the creature chuckled lowly, his eyes almost slits as he extended a clawed hand.

“it’s time for your suffering to end-” the creature purred, and chrissy sobbed as it raked one of it’s clawed fingers almost gently against chrissy’s throat. “it won’t hurt-”

“CHRISTINA ELOISE CUNNINGHAM-”

you. that was your voice, accompanied by cyndi lauper. chrissy swallowed again, looking past the creature’s shoulder as a blue tinged portal seemed to open up. she could see you, in eddie munson’s living room, looking up at her with a crowbar in your hand.

you were blurry, but it was unmistakably you.

“she can’t save you, no one can.” the creature hissed, voice distorted. “she hates you, chrissy-”

chrissy clenched her eyes shut.

memories flashed before her eyes as she listened to you call her name over and over, with cyndi lauper’s ‘girls just wanna have fun’ playing in the background.

you and chrissy as little kids, promising to always be the best of friends.

you and chrissy as tweens, you with braces and her with a perm; giggling over boys in a magazine together.

you and chrissy just last year, cackling as you darted around the starcourt mall together- both with ice cream cones in your hands.

you, just a couple months ago- cradling chrissy as she leaned over a toilet in the hawkins high girl’s bathroom, the taste of bile in her mouth.

you, a couple months ago— promising that you still loved her when she talked about how pretty a girl from band was.

you, telling her that her mom was wrong. that chrissy was enough, more than enough.

you, packing food for her for after cheer practice.

you, with scars that you couldn’t fully explain.

you, with hands that shook and a shorter fuse.

you, with a crowbar in your trunk and a cb radio you never touched— but always had on you.

you. you. you. you. you.

all things in chrissy’s life were entwined with you, you her soulmate. you, a girl who never judged her, not once (except for that crush she had on tammy thompson you would never let that go).

chrissy swallowed when she felt the creature drag a claw against the gold necklace she wore; a tiny dainty chain that had your initial on it.

you wore one that matched it; with a tiny ‘c’ that hung in the hollow of your throat.

whoever, whatever this creature was- chrissy knew one thing for certain.

he, it… it was so fucking wrong about you.

chrissy opened her eyes.

•••

eddie watched as chrissy fell.

you caught her immediately, slamming onto your knees in a move eddie could only tie to cheer- and then you had the strawberry-blonde girl cradled to you.

you both haphazardly tipped to the side, and you stopped the both of you from cracking your skulls against the carpet. the lights stopped flickering, and it was silent as chrissy sobbed against you.

eddie couldn’t help but watch for a moment, before he stepped out- quickly walking to your car. he turned it off, grabbing the tape- and was quick to come back in, jamming it back into the radio that was propped near the television.

you were watching him with calculating eyes, chrissy still cradled against you. you’d tugged her ponytail out in the mere moments eddie had been out, and he watched as you ran your fingers through her hair in a practiced movement.

he didn’t even flinch when chrissy gagged up bile onto his carpet.

“chrissy… what happened?” your voice was soft, a coaxing thing really- and eddie watched as chrissy sat up off of you, coming to lean against the bottom of the couch so she could face you and eddie both.

chrissy’s hands trembled as she used the heel of her palm to wipe at her nose, head shaking slowly from side to side.

“you won’t believe me if i tell you.” chrissy’s voice was shot to hell, and eddie watched as chrissy swallowed sharply.

you shook your head, and eddie felt something roll in his chest at the look that flashed in your eyes as your mouth opened.

“try me, cunningham.”

•••

you listened as chrissy spoke of the creature, and you tried to ignore the tremble that started in your hands.

you listened as chrissy spoke of how everything around chrissy changed.

the rotting food.

photos of you and her; with you burned out.

the man, the creature, the thing.

of how all of a sudden- she’d seen and heard you.

you and cyndi lauper.

how she’d bit the thing in the hand and it dropped her, and she’d just fucking bolted.

eddie had excused himself at one point, coming back with apple slices and water, as well as shirts for both you and chrissy to change into.

you weren’t fully sure what the ‘hellfire club’ was exactly, but you’d seen the party and even eddie himself wear them on several occasions.

you both took it easily.

after eating several apple slices and huddling all together, you swallowed several times before you cleared your throat.

“if i tell you both about this… i’m violating not just signed ndas but also several pink promises.” your voice was soft, and you kept your eyes on your hands. your hands were scarred, and you tried to remember back to just three years ago when they were as smooth as could be. “but if you want to know-”

“tell us.” eddie’s voice was sharp, and chrissy made a soft noise from next to you when you flinched.

“you’ve been protecting me from this for three years… haven’t you?” chrissy asked softly, and you didn’t look at her when you nodded slowly. eddie let out a noise that sounded closer to that of a wounded animal than a human, and you kept your eyes set on the palms of your hands. “the mall?”

“yeah.” you nodded, swallowing slightly.

“before that? when you were in the hospital after the byers boy was found?” chrissy questioned, and you barely dipped your chin in a nod. “more?”

you folded in on yourself, pulling your knees up to your chest- resting your chin on your knees as you wiggled your fingers toward eddie. his hand went to the crowbar first, and you let out a wet sounding giggle as you shook your head. when he touched your cb you nodded, and once it was in your hand- you let out a soft trembling sigh.

“i’ll tell you guys everything, but i have to make a call first.” you murmured, and you leaned into chrissy when the strawberry-blonde girl threw her arm around your shoulders. you sunk into her side, and pressed a couple buttons on the radio.

“make the call then, skirts.” eddie teased, and you felt your cheeks flush with heat as he tapped his foot against your white ked sneaker.

you were fucked. the radio crackled in your hand as it was turned on, and you fiddled with finding the station- before you held the button down and spoke.

“party— this is cheerleader, over.” you spoke loudly, and you watched as eddie’s brow furrowed slightly. chrissy made a noise from her spot next to you, but you didn’t look at her as you spoke again. “party this is cheerleader-”

“babysitter and birdie, go ahead.”

“bard and ranger, go ahead.”

“journalist, go ahead.”

“zoomer, go ahead.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the overlapping voices, and especially due to the way eddie’s brow was furrowed. chrissy was giggling against your shoulder, and you licked your lips as you held the button down- before you spoke again.

“cheerleader has a code red, over.” you, chrissy, and eddie waited in silence for a few moments, and you swallowed nervously.

after a moment of silence, the radio burst to life.

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love-toxin · 2 years

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pinky promise? - eddie munson & chrissy cunningham

plot: after Chrissy heads into the woods to meet up with Eddie, the two of them are stumbled upon by Hawkins High's most underrated sweetheart--and Eddie's best friend. but only when you step away to get back to your club do the two of them share some feelings about you that they can't bring themselves to say out loud.

cws: fem reader, fluff, pining, ambivalently unrequited love, eddie and angel are childhood friends, bi/pan/wlw chrissy, playful teasing, mentions of chrissy's abuse/trauma, implied throuple dynamics, chrissy and eddie talking about their crushes on you.

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Chrissy had no idea that, when she woke up this morning, she would think that she was going crazy. She probably wouldn't have guessed that it would lead to her stealing away into the woods for a secret tryst with the town's demon-worshipper, Eddie Munson, either.

But it's not really like that.

It's just been a hard day, and sitting down after school with someone who isn't going to judge her has been more than she could ask for right now. Eddie is a sweet guy, she's realizing, sweeter than people give him credit for–and the fact that he didn't bat an eye at offering her an escape from the real world for a while, titillating her with some banter to both calm her down and to let her see that he wasn't anything to be afraid of speaks volumes. He's someone she wouldn't mind hanging out with more, she's realizing. Unless she's particularly worried for her reputation, but after her rather explosive breakup with Jason a couple weeks ago, she's not all that worried about it anymore. People say stupid things, cruel things, and there's really nothing she or anyone else can do but ignore it–that's definitely a lesson she wishes she had learned earlier in life, because it probably would have saved her so much heartache. But at least some of that pressure has lifted from her shoulders, and she can freely laugh at Eddie's ridiculous antics without much care as to whether anyone will see the two of them together, and what they'll say if they do.

But someone does come walking up, she catches them out of the corner of her eye after awhile. They seem a little hesitant when they get a bit closer, and for a precious moment she fears it might be Jason, but upon reaching the edge of the clearing, Chrissy finally gets a good enough look to see that it's not just anyone.

It's you. Her throat starts closing up, and she struggles to swallow.

"Eddie?"

You take a step past one of the trees lining the clearing, your gait cautious like you're aware that you may be interrupting something. You've done your hair so nicely, and your skirt parts around each thigh as you inch closer–you have a pair of thigh-high stockings on too, something she's never really noticed on other girls before. But she notices them on you, certainly.

Oh, you're pretty. So pretty. She's usually just caught glimpses of you in the hallways, rushing something to a classroom or backstage–but only now has she finally gotten a good look at you, gotten to see just how pretty you are when you're at ease. Sometimes it's a difficult feat for her to navigate between wanting to be like somebody, and wanting somebody–but it couldn't be more clear that her feelings about you are stronger than any she's had for anyone else. She can't quite catch a breath, can't tear her eyes away–you have that demeanor that just ropes her in and ties her down, that sparkle in your eyes that betrays nothing less than such pure sweetness.

"Oh hey, angelface! Fancy seeing you here." Angelface. What a cutesy name–if she hadn't gotten a glimpse of his softer side already, she might find it quite strange to hear that nickname come out of Eddie's mouth. But it suits you really well either way. Eddie's turned his head over his shoulder to look for you, his smile splitting wide as he catches sight of you.

"You forgot your test," You finally close the distance between you and them while rummaging around in your bag, your eyes catching Chrissy's as you do so–and when she looks at you, you smile back at her, and little pinpricks of a warm feeling start bursting in her chest right over her heart.

"Ah…right. Another D, I presume?" Eddie says it a bit defeatedly, but punctuates the presumption with a pathetic sort of smile. You produce the slightly crumpled paper from your bag and present it to him with a flourish, laying it down on the table in front of him so he can see the big, red mark circled on the front for himself.

"Solid C. You're improving, Munson." When his finger grazes the paper to skim his answers is when you take a step back, and your attention turns to her, taking her in like you're evaluating her in some way. You pull at the strap of your bag. You're not nervous, are you? Not because of her, surely? "You're Chrissy, right?"

"Yeah, I, um…nice to meet you. I've seen you around school."

"Me too. I saw you at the pep rally earlier–I like your eyeshadow, by the way."

"Oh, thank you! Thanks.." The silence without Eddie is a little awkward, no thanks to her absolute inability to be witty in the presence of such an eye-catching girl, but you don't seem to acknowledge it. You're not fidgeting or looking away anymore, you just smile at her like you're happy just to see her. Maybe you are. Or maybe that's all just wishful thinking on her part.

"You're welcome." That smile is so warm, she just wants to drink it all up. You seem so cool, so relaxed, and charming even though your words are few and far between–you're an anomaly in the sweetest way, the kind of anomaly like one would find in a cherry that's brighter, sweeter, and more filled with juice than any they've bit into before. "Anyways, I have to get back to practice. Be a gentleman, Munson."

"Yes miss ma'am, I will miss ma'am." He wiggles those fingers in a wave, rings clacking as you take a few steps back before turning all the way around–but not before you wave to Chrissy too, and she raises a hand up to return it gently, dreamily, like she's still stuck in a trance.

Your footsteps and the cracking and crunching of twigs and leaves beneath your sneakers quietly fades away, interrupted only by the rustling of Eddie's test as he folds it up and sticks it into his pocket. Otherwise the forest is left quiet, almost empty without your presence.

"So….angelface?" She finally queries, and Eddie looks up at her with a hand on his chin, grinning as if he knew she would ask that exact question.

"It's been her nickname since we were kids. She wasn't a fan of my other ones, so I had to get a little creative. Apparently girls don't like being called 'pinchy' and 'hair-puller'." He laughs, flicking away an acorn that's been sitting on the picnic table, probably dropped by one of the overhanging branches.

"Why that one, specifically?"

"Oh, she used to grab my hair and just-"

"No, I meant the other one. The real one." She chuckles right back, knowing fully well by now that Eddie's just teasing. But it's a good kind of teasing, one that makes her feel at ease even though she's had kind of a crazy day.

And she watches Eddie's expression as it changes, shifts into something a little more genuine as he looks down at his hands, turning his rings all the way around his fingers before he works up the words he wants to say.

"Cause she glows. Her smile, her skin–she's just an angel."

Not in her life would she ever think that she'd hear such a sweet confession from Eddie "The Freak" Munson. She's heard the rumours about his drug activity–obviously–about the satanic influences of his metal music and that tabletop game he plays, even ones about his sexual promiscuity and that he belongs to some kind of deranged sex club. Whatever rumour one chooses to believe, they all paint Eddie as some kind of demonic young man with the spirit of evil inside him–but when he's talking about you, she can only see the glow of what feels like a halo around him as his mind wanders with thoughts of the girl she's sure he adores. But his eyes soon zero back in on hers, and he asks a question in that silence that strikes her right at her core.

"Do you like her?"

She can't, she really can't. It would ruin her, ruin everything about her–but she does. She knows she does in the pit of her soul, in the darkest place she can muster, that she's fallen in love with a girl. But how in the world can she tell him that? How can she admit that she's fallen for a girl she barely even knows? Someone she literally hasn't said a single word to until a few minutes ago?

"Wh..What? No, I…well, yeah, she's really nice, but I-"

"I can tell. Sorry to be so blunt, but-" His hair flicks over his shoulder as he turns his head, just making sure you're completely out of view before he continues. Surely he wouldn't take such a measure if he really wanted you to hear, and that means he also has something he wants to hide from you. "She's beautiful. I get it. You wanna know something?"

"Sure." It's a little comforting to hear him move on so quickly. It's easy to sense that he's not interested in embarrassing her.

"She was my very first kiss. She'll deny it, but it's true."

"Really?" She absentmindedly lifts her hands to the table, resting each one over the other as she listens with those bright eyes positively sparkling.

"You bet. Kindergarten. Gave me a smooch right here!" He purses his lips like he's mimicking that very moment, drawing a giggle from her own as he puppeteers a mouth from his hand and presses it to his in a very dramatic kiss.

"Are you guys dating?" She doesn't try to hold her breath, but it catches in her throat regardless.

"Nah, we're not…like that. I'm in love with her, though." It's so casual, she blinks like she's trying to refocus to make sure that he did say what she thought he said.

"Well, why not ask her on a date? She clearly likes you."

"I don't…" He starts, but he's unsure. His eyes fall to his hands, to hers, and then he rests his chin on the heel of his wrist.

"She's my best friend. I can tell her things I wouldn't dream of telling my other friends. I don't want to make it….weird. I don't want her to leave me. Pathetic, I know, but.." He shrugs his shoulders.

"If she's your best friend, I'm sure she would understand, Eddie."

"Of course you would say that."

"Why would I?"

"Because you're perfect." He says it with complete sincerity, in all seriousness, before he stands from his place at the picnic table and lifts each leg over the bench to wander aimlessly around the clearing.

"You, Chrissy Cunningham, are absolutely perfect. You're beautiful, and you're clever, and you're brave, kind, and you have a heart of pure gold. Anyone would be absolutely blessed to be yours." Her brain's first reaction is to scream no, to insist that she is nowhere near that perfect girl Eddie supposedly sees her as. Her mother's voice filters into her mind, spitting that awful venom that's seeped into her daily life since she was a young girl, and it's overwhelming for a moment–but only for a moment, because the sound of his voice overpowers that other one, the evil one.

"I, on the other hand," Eddie places both hands on his chest. "Am a demon-worshipping, drug-toting, tatted-up, metal-loving loser. I have nothing to offer her but my love, and what if that's not enough?" He throws his arms out in a dramatic fashion, like he's asking that question to the world and not just to her.

"It sounds like it is enough to me. You love her–that's all that matters!"

"So do you, don't you?"

"I..I don't…it's different, Eddie."

"But isn't your love enough?" Throwing those words right back at her, but not maliciously. She can see that sadness in his brown eyes–he doesn't mean it like that.

"I..I guess you're right, but-"

"But you don't want to admit it. Because it's hard, isn't it? I think we can both agree on that." It's difficult to fill that silence. It feels impossible, even, to breach that reality that Eddie's laid out for both of them at the table. It's a sobering thought, a sad one…and now she feels like as much of a loser as Eddie claims he is, two wimps who could never confess their feelings to the girl they supposedly love more than anyone else they ever have.

But if she leaves it there, if she gets up and walks away, then she won't ever feel like she gave it a chance. And turning away from Eddie at all feels like it's too difficult to do, even though she hasn't gotten a good taste of him yet. So she says the first thing that comes to mind, the question that she's most curious about fluttering off of her lip glossed mouth.

"What do you love about her?" There's a moment of hesitation, but barely a beat of silence as he turns back towards her in those beat up sneakers, the devil face on his shirt staring her right in the face.

"Everything."

"Be specific!" He laughs. It's a beautiful sound, and it puts her back at ease immediately.

"I love her shoulders."

"Her shoulders?"

"Uh, yeah? Perfect for laying your head on, hello?" He holds his arms out in a 'duh?' motion, quite clearly poking fun as he skips back over to her and rests his hands on the edge of the picnic table, before pushing off of it and jumping back.

"What else?"

"Her smile. She's got this lopsided kind of smile sometimes when she's really happy. So cute." He looks like he's off in his own world as he talks about you. His arms cross behind him and he hops in place, high up on the balls of his feet. "I love that she always listens to me, and not like in the way where you're waiting for someone to stop talking so you can, like, say your own thing. She really listens, she's always interested."

"Tell me more!" She pats the table in an excited gesture, looking up at him so eagerly that it almost makes him stumble over his words. Almost.

"Wow, really gouging me, here! Why don't you tell me how you feel about her, pretty, pretty Chrissy?" He points at her between the eyes, and she swats his finger away with a cackling laugh that she probably would have been snapped at for if she was in the presence of her mother. But she isn't, and that….witch, isn't here. Not such a bold word to think when she isn't anywhere around, and when she's locked eyes with a guy who throws around cusses like it's nothing.

"I love the way she dresses."

"Agreed. Very hot. The little skirts, and those tight stockings around her thi-" He holds his hands up like he's cupping one of said thighs between them, his tongue lolling out of his mouth in a not-entirely-sarcastic way, and it actually makes her a little flushed in the face. It's a little embarrassing to think of what Eddie's dirty thoughts are like, and to be privy to what he thinks about you. She can only imagine the things he fantasizes about when he's not face to face with a cheerleader, another girl, and when he's at home alone in his bed. She's sure that's not something she should think about any further at the moment, at least if she doesn't want to get too shy to even speak.

"Don't be gross! I was saying it's cute!" She laughs. She's not lying, it's absolutely adorable in an innocent way–those dresses and skirts and stockings she's seen you wear, soft colours and warmer tones such a contrast to Eddie's style when you're standing next to each other.

"And the way she talks to you…I can tell she cares a lot about you. Hearing her tease you like that, it…makes me want her to talk to me like that, too. I want to be the one she's looking at." Each word seems to spill out over the other until she's blurting out all her thoughts in a ramble, and while she's fully expecting Eddie to blow her off or comment about how she's talking too much, he does the opposite. He waits for her to say more, eyes glinting with piqued curiosity.

"And?"

"And," A little sass slips out, some confidence injected into her that he seems to enjoy quite a lot if that snicker is anything to go by. "I love how sweet she is. I've heard about all the stuff she helps prepare for the rallies, and for your club, it looks like she's always working so hard. It makes me wish I could help her, and make it a little easier for her."

Eddie sits on that revelation for a few moments, wandering back over to the table until he plops himself back into the seat he had once left. His eyes meet hers again, but he doesn't seem the same. They've still got that sparkle that he always seems to have, but his voice is lower and smoother when he speaks again.

"I think she would like you."

"You think?"

"I think she'd love you, Chrissy. I mean that." That idea is…sobering. Throwing all those thoughts about you into the open willy-nilly is fun, but it's also just a game. Actually telling you any of it would be mortifying, terrifying, and it's a prospect that she can't even wrap her head around quite yet. She's still not even completely settled with the fact that she likes girls, and whether her attraction is exclusively to girls now or not. The brush of Eddie's hand against hers as he stretches his arm out to readjust his sleeve makes her think….maybe not.

"I don't…I don't know."

"If you were a guy, would you think differently?"

"Probably. Because it wouldn't be as scary, I think, to tell her."

"Well, I can tell you that it is absolutely terrifying." His tone draws into a whisper of that word, like even the concept of it is too frightening to speak into existence.

"Yeah, I…I guess it's always scary to tell someone you like that you like them. Because if you get that close, and they don't feel the same, then you might end up losing them altogether." The two of them sit in a rather understanding silence after that. Part of her wonders if Eddie's experienced that kind of rejection before, if that's part of the reason why he seems so abject to the idea of telling you his feelings, even though it's clear that you like him more than you let on. Few would have your kind of devotion, and speak to 'just a friend' with such tenderness and care that most would struggle to find in their wives or husbands or family.

"Chrissy?" She raises her head to meet his eyes, not even aware that it had fallen to look at the worn, wood grain of the picnic table. "You are a gorgeous girl with a beautiful soul. If you want that girl, you should go get her. I'll even tell you what she likes. For free!"

That chuckle is hollow, she knows it for certain now that she knows him a little better. She's more familiar with the difference between his genuine joy and the kind he's mimicking just to keep from ruining the mood. And Eddie's clearly taken aback by how intensely she knows she's staring back at him, mouth falling open just to close soon after like something is dancing on the tip of his tongue.

"Not without you." She speaks with a kind of determination she's only ever wanted to have, never one she thought she could have. "We're in this together. Pinky promise?"

"You know…alright, you're twisting my arm here, but I'll bite. Pinky promise." He says it with a grin, but he meets her pinky and hooks his around it even though he seems like he's being facetious. The strength of his squeeze rejects that sentiment though, as well as the relief that she can see in those beautiful, brown eyes as they meet hers.

And like that, their deal is made. Some might say she's convening with a devil to get what she wants, some might just call her a slut for the town freak when they'll be seen around school together. But she's willing to put all that ugliness aside, to prove that their hurtful words mean nothing to her or to him. Not just because she's desperate and greedy for your attention, because she wants you so bad she'll lower herself to joining forces with Eddie Munson–but because she wants a partnership, a friend, a real one. And if that friendship doesn't stay a friendship, well…she might not be so against the thought of that, either.

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thatmunsonfreak · 2 years

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Shots from Eddie Munson’s polaroid collection

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variety-fangirl · 2 years

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My Saviour / Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Part 1 here Part 2 here

Summary: After spending time getting to know Eddie better, your relationship deepens further. Andy gets fed up with this and makes a move.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS swearing, jealous toxic ex, mentions of cheating, fighting, mentions of blood, brief mention of divorce. lmk if I missed anything!

Author's note: next part! Think I'm going to do one, maybe two more parts to this and then it's done. We shall see how the next one or two plays out, and go from there. But honestly, I am absolutely loving writing this :D, although I've had a little writer's block lately, unfortunately, so that's why it's taken so long to write. So I apologise for that, but enjoy! Liking, commenting, and reblogging really help me out. Thank you!

Word count: 1.9k

"For the last time Andy, fuck off! I don't want to talk to you." you were beyond frustrated and fed up, just wanting to leave at this point. You keep trying to walk away but he would not let you, stopping you every time you tried. Your fist itched to come into contact with Andy's stupid face, it was a harder task than you anticipated. "Just listen to me, please baby. I just want to talk, okay?" You scoff, was he really this blind or just plain stupid? Andy grabbed your wrist, a little harsher this time. His grip was the opposite of his calm demeanour.

You laugh bitterly, your anger and frustration becoming extremely evident now. The absolute audacity of this man. "Firstly, do NOT call me baby. Secondly, you want to talk? seriously? What is there to talk about? You cheated on me with my best friend while I was going through shit, you didn't give a shit about my feelings. You were just thinking about your dick, as per usual. We are over, stop bothering me." you rip your wrist from his grip and walk away, re-joining the girls to practice your routine. Erin was sending you daggers and you were so over it.

"What is your issue? Huh?" you question, walking towards her. Erin's face contorts into anger, "stay away from my man, bitch." You give her a look as if to say 'have you lost your mind?' You laugh at her, "You think I want him back? Honey, I have respect for myself unlike you. He's yours trust me, I want nothing to do with him or you." you roll your eyes and walk away, taking to practice by yourself for today. You couldn't cope with any more bullshit. You watch as Erin storms over to Andy, jabbing a finger into his chest and yelling at him. "Someone's insecure." you laugh to yourself as you stretch, Chrissy joining you and agreeing.

"Tell me about it, like as if I'd want my cheating ex back. No thanks!" you both giggle, shaking your heads at the two arguing. "So you and Munson, eh?" Chrissy smirks at you, suggestively raising her brow. "We are just hanging out, he's really sweet." you smile, shaking your head at her. "Hey! No judgment here, I know you've had a crush on him for like ever." she giggles, passing you a water bottle. You blush, "I don't even know if he likes me back." Chrissy snorts, giving you a 'are you serious?' look. "Have you not seen the way he looks at you? Just go for it girl!" Chrissy encourages, a wide smile on her face. "We'll see," you reply, biting your lip as you think.

It had been two weeks. Two weeks of hanging out with Eddie and getting to know one another properly. You started hanging out at Eddie's trailer, for the most part, wanting to stay out of your home as much as possible. Eddie noticed that you were keeping something in, something that was bothering you, so he decided to ask what was going on. Eddie was such a sweet, understanding guy that you felt comfortable enough to tell him anything. You knew that he wouldn't tell others and would be there for you, it would be nice to have someone who understood things weren't as "great" as they seemed. So, you confided in Eddie about your parent's divorce and how your home life had become increasingly awkward/uncomfortable.

Unintentionally, you and Eddie had begun falling for one another but not acting on it. Eddie didn't want to push you, knowing you hadn't long broken things off with Andy. He would never push you or do anything to make you uncomfortable, intentionally. And you wanted time to come to terms with what's happened, and heal. Even though he was a shitty boyfriend, you still felt you didn't want to drag any unnecessary baggage into a new relationship. But even so, it didn't stop either of you from catching feelings for one another. Neither had acted upon it, but you both couldn't help the small touches. A hand on the arm, tucking hair behind the ear, Eddie's arm wrapped around your shoulder, or cuddling during movies.

Eddie was getting fed up with Andy lurking in the background, pestering you and waiting for you at your locker a few times, despite actively being in a relationship with Erin. Chrissy had come by your locker and told you about overhearing Erin saying they made it official. You honestly could've cared less about what either of them did, just wanting to be left alone to move forward. Eddie was trying to help you move on because he cared about you. Of course, a small part of him wanted you to himself also, but the main reason was that he cared about you. He could see how Andy was draining your energy and resetting your progress over and over.

There were many occasions when you had agreed to meet at your locker after classes that you didn't have together, it had become a normal thing between you. You both looked forward to seeing the other, it felt weird if you went all day without at least passing in the hallway and saying hi. So, on a few of those occasions when he would step out of class and see you yelling at Andy or ignoring him as he spouted crap about "loving" you, Eddie would get pissed. He would feel like walking over there and beating the shit into Andy's stupid face. Once or twice Eddie did march over there and confront Andy but you would grab Eddie's hand and drag him away.

Today was no different, you and Eddie were hanging out at your locker before your last class together. Luckily, without Andy or Erin. Eddie had his back leaning against your locker with you next to him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Your back was leant on his front slightly, your hand holding the one wrapped around your shoulders with fingers interlaced. It was extremely intimate but felt so natural between you both. You were laughing and enjoying each other's company. Until Andy decided to walk over and ruin it. He somehow always found a way to see you and destroy your peace.

"God, do you have nothing better to do than come over here and harass me all the time?" you groan, rolling your eyes as Andy stood in front of you. Completely fed up with him at this point, maybe if he saw you and Eddie as a couple he would leave you alone? Realise you've moved on from him and don't care. You could feel Eddie's body tense behind you, his hand tightening in your hold. You give his hand a reassuring squeeze, helping him to feel a little better. If looks could kill, Andy would be dead right now. Eddie was glaring at him so furiously that he swore he would get a migraine.

"Honestly, y/n. It's pathetic that you're using the freak to try and make me jealous, just drop the act it's fine. I know you don't actually like him." Andy rolled his eyes as if he expected you to agree with his statement. You raise your brows in half humour, half seriousness, did those words just come out of his mouth? You laugh, actually laughed in his face at the ridiculousness of his thinking. Did he think you were that delusional to use someone else to make him jealous so he would come "running back to you"? You couldn't believe him, what a tool.

"Yeah, no. This isn't to make you jealous, I genuinely like him. " you infer between yourself and Eddie, "it's honestly hilarious and sad how you seem to delusionally think everything I do involves or revolves around you. Why don't you back to your little girlfriend over there who's glaring at me like she wants my head to fall off, yeah? Bye!" you push off the locker and grab Eddie's hand, pulling him with you. Which proved harder than you thought as Eddie was glaring furiously at Andy, and vice versa.

The bell rang as you managed to pull Eddie away fully, his grip on your hand tightening. "I'll be seeing you later y/n!" Andy called after you, his body shaking with outrage as he points at you. You peer over your shoulder at him, "no thanks!" you call back with a sarcastic smile, flipping him the bird. You turn back around to look at Eddie, standing outside of class with him. "Don't let him get to you, okay? He's not worth it." you place a gentle kiss on Eddie's cheek, pulling away with a smile. Eddie looked at you with wide eyes, a smile on his face as you pull him to class.

You and Eddie walk outside hand in hand, talking about the movie you guys were going to watch tonight when you get back to his. Both relieved to relax after the stressful day you had. Finally finished with the day thankfully, and ready to get away from Andy and everyone else. You couldn't give two shits about what everyone thought of a cheerleader with the school's "freak". You liked Eddie for who he was, having had a crush on him for the longest time now, you weren't going to let anyone ruin that. You finally had a chance. He was the only guy around here, other than friends, who treated you with any respect and genuinely cared for you.

As you reach Eddie's van, you hear someone call you. The familiar annoying voice you just wanted to get away from, fed up with his constant harassment. You sigh frustratedly and spin around, storming over to him. "What Andy?! Do you not know the meaning of 'leave me alone'? Go away, do you not understand that I hate you?" you spit with venom, hoping the crueller you were, he would take the hint and just go be with Erin. Andy stops in front of you suddenly, his eyes glaring. His whole body was tense with anger, but what right did he have to feel angry? He was the one who cheated.

"I'm not letting you leave with him, I'm done with letting you run around with the freak anymore. Your mine." He growls angrily as he aggressively grabs your shoulders and shakes you, his fingers digging into your skin with malice. You yelp at the harshness, trying to pull away from him. Just as his lips were about to touch yours, he was ripped away from you. You gasp, almost falling over from the force. You watch with wide eyes as Eddie lands a punch on Andy's face, blood pouring from his nose immediately.

You were sure he would leave marks from the force of his grip, your shoulders burning with a painful ache. But you pushed the pain away, focusing on the person you cared about the most. You had every faith in Eddie, knowing he was stronger than he looked. People always underestimated him, something you found amusing. The guy could hold his own with no problems. But it didn't mean that you didn't still worry about his well-being and safety, hoping he wouldn't get hurt too badly. You would help him all the same.

You watch with worry as Andy lands a few punches at Eddie, the pair landing on the ground. Everything happens so fast, that it's hard for you to process it all. There was so much movement, that it was hard to keep track of. Eddie managed to get a few more punches in, not letting up. You run over and grab his arm, pulling him from Andy. A small crowd had gathered, people staring in amazement that the Eddie Munson beat Andy in a fight. "Let's go," you mumble to Eddie, pulling him to his van. You didn't want him to get into trouble or get detention, potentially even expulsion. Especially not for defending your honour.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asks breathlessly, placing his bloody hands on either side of your face. He had just gotten into a fight, been punched in the face and he was asking if you were okay? You had already fallen for him but things like this made you continue to fall harder. He stared at you with deep concern, despite being the one who just had a fight and got hurt. He looked you over with wide eyes, seeming to calm when he couldn't see any injury. "Are you?" He nodded, placing a gentle but rushed kiss against your forehead before pulling you to the van. You could hear people yelling and chattering about why they had just fought, your name being mentioned a few times. Shit.

You both get into his van, the engine roaring to life. You watch as Erin runs over to Andy's now sitting bloodied figure, yelling at him. Andy's eyes were glaring at the van as you drove past, his jaw tense. You didn't think that would be the end of Andy's torment, not even the beginning. But you weren't going to let him ruin your chance to be happy. You turn back to look at Eddie, his lip and cheek bleeding, but only slightly. You would need to sort him out when you got back to his and treat the cuts so they wouldn't get infected. You were so thankful for him, more than he would know. And you were determined to show him that.

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why did you ask me out? (1)

chapter 1 - the setup / 2 / 3 / 4/ 5

4.3K words

warnings - brief internalized homophobia, speedrun enemies to friends to lovers trope

summary - You and Chrissy are long-lost best friends that join sides to pull one over on the girls hoping to make you prom queen as a bet. Things don't always go to plan - sometimes you realize you're in love and sometimes the girls shoot back at you.

The 1970s inflation affected each family differently - that was the excuse your father gave, anyway. In March of 1982, your family moved from Cherry Lane to Forest Hills Trailer Park - closer to your soon-to-be best friend Eddie Munson and away from your then-best friend Chrissy Cunningham.

You and Chrissy had known each other since kindergarten of 1972 and you were fast friends.

It became routine for you two to play together both inside and outside of school. Playing quickly turned into “hanging out” as you grew too old for dolls and started wanting people to like you. Hanging out turned into sleepovers turned into her basically living at your house. It was never sisterly, though.

No, there was something that made your face heat up - made your heart pound - made your hands just a little sweatier than usual. Just as you found out what it was, your family moved - and just as you came to accept it, Chrissy stopped hanging out with you.

It was slow at first. You two still saw each other, but her visits slowed and you couldn’t help but feel judged - if not by her, then by her mother. Then the visits stopped once that summer rolled around. By the time you and Chrissy were becoming freshmen in August of ‘82, you were acquaintances. When neither of you spoke that entire year, it was official.

You and Chrissy Cunningham were no longer best friends.

And yeah, for that year, you worried that maybe she somehow knew, then you realized that wasn’t it.

She was just embarrassed to be around you as you both changed.

You hung out more and more with Eddie and slowly, your views were expanded and your tastes grew broader. You started listening to more metal and you started smoking pot and you started playing more with Corroded Coffin and you started rolling your eyes when someone said something idiotic. Chrissy changed, too. You didn’t know how, but it felt different when you two passed each other in the hall.

Like she was a different person.

It wasn’t your business. You were a new freak and she was on her way to becoming prom queen. Things move on.

1986. Senior Year.

“Very funny,” you huff, ripping the paper off your locker and crumpling it, “Super hilarious.”

“Never been a funnier crowd than those at Hawkins,” Eddie leans into the locker beside yours.

The paper, naturally, was a joking invitation to prom - covered in pieces of the owl pellet dissected during that day’s biology lecture.

“You’d think there’d be some level of moving the fuck on,” you can’t help but grumble, honestly bitter about the sudden increase of cruelty from your peers around this time.

Last year, too, when you were a junior and Eddie a senior - people were still lining up to try and embarrass you both by asking you to prom. As if either of you couldn’t see that coming. Even before then, during any homecoming or school dance way back in middle school - you two were the targets of many a hurtful prod. Once again, as if either of you couldn’t see that coming.

“One day, Debbie Harry,” Eddie knocks his heavy boot into yours, “one day.”

“Can you not call me that?” your eyes narrow at the boy, “Some people are really gonna think that’s my name.”

“Not my fault you're a Blondie fan,” he shrugs, acting as if he wasn’t a Blondie fan as well (“It’s just too new wave. Too pop, not my thing.” he lies through his teeth), “You made that choice. Or would you rather I call you Simon Le Bon?” he forced an awful French accent as he said the name.

“He’s English, first of all,” you huff and swat your friend’s arm, “and second: Duran Duran is good, you’re just pretentious,” he gasps dramatically as you finish shoving in the books you don’t need and pulling out what you do, “Wanna change my strings for tomorrow?”

“No,” Eddie takes the books from your hands and follows you to your history class.

“I’ll pay you.”

“No, you won’t,” he shakes his head, “I’ll only change your strings if you pay for gas tomorrow.”

“No fair, you’ve got an empty tank.”

“Not empty.”

As you two come in front of your class, Chrissy watches from her seat at the far right. The desk beside her is barren (except for the phallic drawings on its surface) and soon your body will occupy it. Is it awkward to sit next to you? Yes, but now there’s a whole new reason that lives inside the lump in her throat.

Her eyes avert as soon as you turn into the doorway. Your arms slung with two books - one for history and one that looks straight out of a high fantasy film. You and Chrissy don’t speak, interactions strictly limited to joint school projects.

So when it comes time for her to open up the conversation, all the girl can say is, “Hi.”

You raise a brow at the cheerleader, settling into your seat, “Hi?”

1972. Kindergarten.

The August of ‘72 was pleasantly cool in Hawkins and the teachers had taken to opening the windows and allowing breeze through the classroom. You were seated under one of those windows, back pressed against the wall and two Barbies clutched in your grubby child hands. Child hands invested in clumsily smashing the two plastic women against one another and seeing which ones leg joints made it bend backward first.

Thirty minutes into class and thirty minutes left until snack time, a little blond girl was brought in wailing. Red-faced, scrunched eyes, clenched hands - the whole show. Kids stared and you were no exception. Your teachers are drowning as the tears keep flowing and you’re the first and only one to get up and walk over.

You press one of the Barbies into her arm and when she looks at you, you ask, “Why’re you crying?”

She pouts and huffs and crosses her arms, “My mommy left me…”

“Your mommy’ll be back,” you say it like it’s easy and you wonder why someone would ever assume their mom was leaving forever, “Just play and then she’ll be back even sooner.”

She looks skeptical, “That’s not true.”

“It is,” you insist, jabbing the Barbie into her arm again, “Play with me and she’ll be back soon.”

Her blue eyes shoot to the teacher, who nods and smiles encouragingly. She takes the Barbie and follows you to your corner of the play area.

“What’s your name?” she asks.

You tell her as you sit, “What’s yours?”

“Chrissy!” she beams.

“Chrissy,” you try her name against your tongue and you have no idea how many times you’ll be saying it in the years to come. You nod in approval and hold out your doll, “Wanna play house?”

“Okay,” she leans over and grabs two smaller dolls to be the children, then holding up her Barbie, “I’ll be Mommy,” she looks at yours, lying limp in your lap, “Who will you be?”

You hold up the blond doll and shrug, “Other Mommy.”

“Can there even be two mommies?” Chrissy tilts her head.

“Why not?” you press your doll’s head against her doll’s head, “Two mommies can be fun.”

Looking back on it, you’re glad none of your teachers or peers heard you. Then you might’ve had the idea that two women together was hellish shoved in your head at a young age.

Chrissy came to school early the next day and didn’t shed a tear as she waddled over to you and insisted you two play house again.

1986. Senior Year.

There’s a pregnant pause before Chrissy tilts her head and rubs the back of her neck. A nervous tick that developed in fourth grade when she’d watch your mother do it during stressful phone calls. You hate that you remember that about her.

“You look nice,” Chrissy awkwardly bites.

“I’m sure,” you shake your head, but when Chrissy frowns and begins fiddling with her fingers you feel guilt well in your gut, “Sorry. Thanks.”

“‘s fine,” Chrissy smiles, “Rough day?”

“You could say that,” your eyes dart to the clock hanging above the chalkboard, “I love the day of prom, every jock suddenly thinks I’m dying to go out with them and willing to make a fool of myself for it.”

“Aw,” she pouts but you know her, and you know it's entirely genuine, “I’m sorry, that has to suck.”

“Yeah,” you’re not bitter about the fact you two grew apart. You aren’t.

Before Chrissy can ask her question of the hour, the bell rings and your attention snaps to the notebook laid atop your history textbook. You open it to a page scrawled on with the expeditions of Russia - half coherent and half scribbles about Ivan the Terrible being a douchebag.

It was cruel, and Chrissy doesn’t even know why she’s actually going through with the idea.

Well, deep down, she knows that she’s terrified of being dethroned - not because her popularity is that important to her, but because it’s the only reason she has her friends. Even though she doesn’t really like her friends, it’s easier to be accepted by those you hate than to be alone.

And now Chrissy has to play along to their tune. Hopefully you never find out and it’ll just be some dreamy, coming of age movie moment that you’ll get to reminisce over in a year or two. Though, she can’t deny that the idea of having a good reason to talk to you again sets a fire under her. The good kind, though. A motivating kind.

Yes, she does still like you - but if she doesn’t do this then the others will throw her off the lifeboat without hesitation, and she’d hate nothing more than to drown. For years, you were there with a life vest, but now you’re missing and she’s climbed aboard the wrong ship.

1973. First Grade.

“I learned a new word,” you mumble as the class gathers for lunch.

Chrissy’s eyes are wide and wondering, “What?”

“Fuck,” you grin as you sound it out. It’s clunky and hefty on your tongue.

Instantly, the girl’s face scrunches, she recognizes the word from the many times her mother has said it, “That’s a bad word. You can’t say that.”

“It’s just a word,” you shake your head, and test it again as you open your lunchbox, “Fuck.”

“You’re gonna get in trouble,” Chrissy hisses and opens her lunchbox too. It’s more lavish, though less stocked, than yours, “Be quiet.”

“What?” you grin, “I shouldn’t say ‘fuck’?” she gasps but there’s a smile playing on her lips and your little heart sings at the sight, “Fuck!”

She giggles again but it drops off just as fast. A shadow looms over her face and you turn to see your teacher standing above you. Her arms crossed and her face screwed in disappointment.

Her foot is tapping and she glares down at you, “We don’t use that language, young lady,” before you even get to retort, she points over at her desk, “Come with me to move yourself down the behavior chart; and then we are calling your mother to tell her exactly what you just said.”

Before you hop down from the table, she’s already walking away without looking back. You can sense Chrissy’s mood fading and you decide that making her feel better is more important than your status on the behavior chart.

“I know another word,” you turn to Chrissy.

She tilts her head, blond pigtails falling around her, “What?”

“I said to come here!” your teacher folds her arms with a scowl.

“Bitch!” you cheer before bounding to your teacher’s desk, Chrissy’s giggles being the perfect wind in your sails.

You were grounded for a whole hour after school until your mother decided it was unfair to punish you for doing something her and your father never exactly told you off about. With a “just don’t do it again” and two packs of fruit snacks, you were allowed to run next door and play with Chrissy.

1986. Senior Year.

Chrissy can only watch as you doodle on your history notes. You’re so focused on it that she almost doesn’t register the fact you’re drawing a bushel with cartoonishly long legs. Almost.

She leans to the side, chin resting in the meat of her palm, “What’s that?”

You jump slightly and turn, “An awakened shrub. Sorta,” you murmur as if she has any idea what that is, your eyes move back to the shrub and you start to cover it, “It’s a D&D thing.”

“Well, I think it’s cute,” Chrissy shifts even closer, “What’s an awakened shrub?”

“Just an ordinary shrub that’s sentient ‘cuz ‘a’ the Awaken spell,” you look back up at Chrissy, “‘s barely worth the trouble to fight but I think it’s fun.”

“It is,” she agrees. Her heart starts to ache at the realization that you two haven’t had a back and forth in so long, “If you’re not doing anything for prom, would you wanna go with me? And the other cheerleaders?”

All you can do is laugh, your head shakes and you rub the bridge of your nose, “Jesus Christ.”

Before the conversation can continue, you and Chrissy are shot a harsh look by your teacher.

Out of the corner of her eye, Chrissy can see you shaking your head at the proposal. It hurts, but she can’t blame you - especially when her purpose is exactly what you’re thinking.

But it isn’t exactly like that; Chrissy decides then and there that she won’t let you go when prom is finished. She sees you with Hellfire often and you always look so pretty as you laugh and joke. You get so passionate about D&D and your band that she can’t help but wish she was sitting next to you rather than with the girls that made fun of each other to get her attention.

Part of her wishes she could start high school over and take that offer you extended on the very first day. Back when you rode the bus before Eddie could get his van running, Chrissy sat next to you and you offered to sit next to each other at lunch.

But she was swept up by the cheer captain before then. You saw your friends from middle school and she was being educated on cliques. She doesn’t regret becoming a cheerleader, but she wishes she did more to stand up for you. She wishes she didn’t let her mother affect her judgment as much as it had.

You’re more curt than she remembers. More direct. You move like you’re about to get burned and Chrissy hates that she knows exactly why you’re like this.

No, you two didn’t talk, but Chrissy was always there. Watching from the sidelines as people called you names and pulled on your clothes and tripped you and poured drinks over you. She watched the rumor spread throughout the student body last year and didn’t do anything to stop it, no matter how much she knew she should have.

And no matter how much it hurts when you rush out of the room as soon as the bell rings, she can’t blame you. Not at all.

She wishes you two were kids again. When you two could play house all day and there was no pressure to be anything - before she left.

1975. Second Grade.

“Do you two know why you’re in here?”

Chrissy’s already teary-eyed at the harsh face of Mr. Jones, her hands knotting themselves into her long skirt. You’re less susceptible to his furrowed brows and so you’re glaring right back at him as you say, “Tommy H. was sticking a worm in Chris’ face.”

“I know that,” Mr. Jones nods, “but I’m asking why you’re in here.”

“I hit Tommy H.,” you shrug with all the moxie your body is capable of mustering, “He was torturing her, Mr. Jones.”

“We spoke with Tommy,” Mr. Jones removes his glasses and his face softens, he flashes you two a smile, “I appreciate you stepping in for your friend, but violence isn’t the answer.”

You didn’t see it that way. When a third grader was dangling a worm in front of your best friend’s face, you weren’t going to stand by and wait for a teacher. But whatever. Hopefully, he learned his lesson.

“We’ve contacted your parents, you two are out for the day but just come back tomorrow with bright smiles and a new attitude and everything’ll be okay,” Mr. Jones’ face is back to that of the kindly principal everyone loves and he stands, “I hope to have no more talks like this, girls.”

Chrissy promises you won’t. You don’t make such a pact. Because if another older boy thinks he can taunt Chrissy, then your little 7-year-old self won’t let them get away with it.

You didn’t end up getting in trouble because you were defending Chrissy, but Laura Cunningham did give you and your parents a stern scoff when she found out why Chrissy was being sent home. Laura’s opinion never mattered to you then, and in the future, it’ll matter even less - as long as you have Chrissy, you have the world.

You never expected to lose her.

1986. Senior Year.

You catch Dustin and Mike exiting their Home Ec. class, their brows both draw at the sight of you storming down the corridor. Each boy winds themself to either side of you.

“Should I ask what’s bitten you in the ass today?” Mike barely gets the question out before you’re groaning.

“Fuckin’ Cunningham just tried inviting me to prom right after I said how shitty it is that her friends do that,” you feel the stares shot your way as you rant but you can’t bring yourself to care, “Like, I know we’re not friends anymore but does she think I’m stupid?”

“Yeah, that’s real shitty,” Dustin hesitates in patting your back but does so anyway, “Maybe she was being serious, though.”

“Right,” you nod sarcastically, lugging open the heavy theater door, “she suddenly wants to talk to me out of the kindness of her heart.”

“Maybe,” Dustin, ever the ray of sunshine, grins optimistically, “it’s never too late to rekindle a friendship.”

“When the one trying to rekindle it just stood by while literally all her friends and boyfriend spread the rumor that I- “

“Okay, okay,” Dustin relents, “she thinks you’re stupid.”

“Not the point, Henderson,” you glare at the boy’s back as he makes his way to the table.

“That’s all I got from it,” Mike shrugs and you step on the back of his shoe as he walks.

Immature? Yes. Satisfying? Also yes.

“I hope you’re all ready,” Eddie calls out, chin resting on his joined hands and lips stretched into a sinister smile, “I’m ready to beat your asses.”

…

Usually, as Chrissy was at her locker, there would be hands flying to her waist and a quick outburst of “Boo!” and then she’d turn and sigh and bat at her boyfriend’s chest. Not today, though. Probably not for a long while.

A fight occurred right before Jason had to go in for Sunday service and the two haven’t spoken since. She hadn’t told anybody why the fight started and as far as she was concerned, nobody had to know - all they knew was that her and Jason were no longer on speaking terms.

That was part of the reason she was in the predicament she bore like a cross.

She misses you, though, and this is her last chance to make up for everything she’s done - and for all the things she didn’t do.

Chrissy creeps down the winding halls until she’s upon the door to Hellfire and sees it crooked open - laughs and hollers ring through the crack and she feels strangely welcomed before she even enters. Walking in, she sees you first. You’re sitting between the two freshmen that follow you and Eddie around; your pen tap, tap, taps against a dark blue folder. Your eyes are so focused on the tabletop before you that when everyone else turns to her, you’re completely unaffected.

“Am I dead?” Grant whispers.

“If you’re dead, we’re all dead,” Gareth stares, wide-eyed, at Chrissy Cunningham in the doorway.

“Hi,” she shyly waves.

That makes you look up, and Chrissy finds a peculiar pleasure in being the reason your attention breaks away from the game.

“Can I… talk to you?” Chrissy gestures to you and then to the hall, “Please?”

Gareth, Grant, and Jeff all look at you as Eddie makes a teasing ‘ooo’. You kick Eddie in the shin before standing.

“I’ll get the door,” you take the handle and wait for Chrissy to exit.

She can just catch you glaring at the boys before the door shuts and you’re left standing before her, “Look, whatever this is - dare, pity, I don’t care. You don’t wanna go to prom with me, your status will plummet and we barely know each other.”

“It’s nothing like that,” she inhales sharply and her eyes flutter to you.

You’re hardened now, and she wants to soften this armor. She wants to know you again. She wants to dance together under the disco ball and not once does Jason cross her mind when she’s looking at you. Something inside her burns and that’s why she ran away. If she was with you - she’d tell you that she loved you and you’d leave because two girls in love was odd.

But to hell with those feelings, she just wants you back. She can’t have that if she isn’t truthful, so she worries her bottom lip between her teeth and looks away, “Well…”

“Yeah, I get it,” you cross your arms.

“There was a bet,” Chrissy admits and takes a step closer, brows pinching, “but I don’t care about that. I really do wanna go with you, I think it’d be fun.”

You squint at her, lips pressing, “What were the stakes?”

“If you became prom queen then Lily Pham will buy everyone lunch, if you don’t then Anne Mark will ask Eddie out.”

Instantly, you beam and she can’t wholly tell if it’s sarcasm or insanity, “Really?”

“Yeah,” she squeezes her eyes shut, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Whatever,” you sigh, but she can see the gears of your head turning. You’ve always thought things through, always been the head of the operation, and she always loved that about you. You nod to yourself, “I’ll bite. Get Pham to have the same stakes as Mark and I’ll help you.”

“But I don’t- “

“I’m not going unless I get to fuck with people and getting Eddie to publically embarrass one of the girls that harass us is an excellent way to fuck with people.”

Chrissy’s gaze drops to her feet - if she turns you down you two won’t reconnect, but if she accepts then there’s a good chance that you two can turn back before it’s too late. Before college and career opportunities sweep you both away and she’s left to wallow in the ruins of what could have been if she never left in the first place.

“Alright,” she breathes out a sigh and smiles, “Okay. I have a spare ticket for you… Can you come with us after Hellfire? For shopping,” you squint at the girl and she pouts, hands coming up to beg, “Please, it’ll be fun, I swear - we can catch up! You won’t even have to talk to the others, I promise!”

“If I say yes, will you let me go back to the campaign?”

“Yes.”

“Alright,” you nudge the theater room door open with your foot and hold it for Chrissy to enter, “C’mon, I need a pen.”

She follows after you, fidgeting hands and knocking knees, and waves to the boys at the table. A few wave back, but Eddie being Eddie stands up to greet Chrissy, he curtsies and takes her hand, a slow “Cunningham” flowing from his lips.

“Munson,” she copies with a curtsy of her own, grinning broadly, “How’s your new campaign?”

“Stressing this one out,” he drops Chrissy’s hand to pat your back, “Should’ve seen her, girl was almost ripping out her hair.”

“Wish I had,” she mumbles. Nobody has to know how much she means it or what she means by it.

You tear off the strip of paper you’d scribbled on and hold it out for Chrissy, a green chipped-polish nail pointing to the top string of information, “Address,” then the bottom string, “Phone number. When’re we leaving?”

“Six,” she looks up at you with wide, starry eyes and your gaze falls back to the paper in fear that you’d grow too attached to those eyes.

“Pick me up at a quarter till,” you know she hates it when people say that, so you smile as she huffs. You gently push Chrissy towards the door and lean in to murmur in her ear, “5:45, sweetpea.”

“I know what time that is,” she swats your arm, giggling.

“Then don’t be late,” you hang off the door when she’s standing in the hall. You have to remind yourself why she’s there, lest you get accustomed to seeing her again.

It’s just a bet that you’re helping with, but the way Chrissy beams at you makes all the pained memories worth it. Well, almost.

You wave her off and when you sit down, you have to smother down the remains of your stupid smile. You turn to Eddie and before he can tease you, you say, “Remind me on the way home to tell you about a bet.”

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minniesmelody · 2 years

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My Chrissy Cunningham headcanons

𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙍 : these are “my” head canons for Chrissy, we might not all agree on something about her so pls don’t get offended by any of these, please and thank you. Enjoy!

♥︎Favorite movie is Grease

♥︎Favorite Holiday is Christmas, can't change my mind.

♥︎100% that person who sings in the shower, im not sure if anyone else has said that but i 100% believe she is that person.

♥︎We have seen that girl go to hell and back in matter of one episode, we seen the way she panics so i can hc that she fiddles with her sweaters and sleeves when she is nervous or starting to have a panic attack.

♥︎I feel like this girl knits, like i feel like her role model in life was her grandma before she passed away and she would always knit things for Chrissy from hats, blankets, socks, etc. After her grandma passed Chrissy learned how to knit and now it's one of her comfort hobbies.

♥︎Best baker ever. Not so much a great cook but when it comes to baking...that girl is a freaking god.

♥︎Her favorite movie might be Grease but her comfort movie is The Breakfast Club.

♥︎Her favorite ice cream flavor is either strawberry or vanilla bean.

♥︎Has a collection of bows, from different sizes, colors, and even textures/fabrics

♥︎Something tells me she was Pansexual but of course it was the 80s so she never told a soul about her slight attraction to girls.

♥︎Comfort food is homemade soup, usually chicken noodle or Italian wedding soup.

♥︎This girl has trauma, we all saw that, and we saw she was obviously afraid of her mother, i have a feeling her mother was mentally and possibly physically abusive. She was strict and was 100% one of those moms that told her child that they belonged in a kitchen, cooking and cleaning for their' loving' husbands.

♥︎Due to that i have a feeling Chrissy wasn't in love with Jason when they first got together and it was set up by her mother and Jason's parents, over time she slowly and truly started to fall for Jason but i don't believe she was truly in love with him in the start.

♥︎Says her favorite color is pink but it's yellow.

♥︎Favorite dessert is either apple pie or chocolate chip cookies

♥︎Favorite band was tears for fears

♥︎Favorite Disney princess is snow white.

♥︎Her happiest memory was when her and her family took a trip to Disney world when she was 12, it was one of her very few good memories she has of her and her mother.

♥︎Loves romance books, books in general but is literally addicted to romance novels.

♥︎Favorite flower is Dandelions

♥︎Has been doing cheer since she was 7 years old, it wasn't something she suddenly picked up when high school came up.

♥︎Big old softie for classic Christmas songs.

♥︎If Chrissy was a song it would be "Resonance" by Home-Odyssey

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thewritersaddictions · 8 months

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Requests: The Adults: Eddie Munson- PlayMates

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Pov: Chrissy Cunningham

Warnings: Pregnant Chrissy, D&D terms, building a character for Charlotte, animated Eddie!DAD, in love, and admiration, Charlotte is indeed for father's daughter.

Summary: Eddie decides to teach Charlotte D&D, and Chrissy watches her warm family.

A/n- @ Firefly- graphics for dividers, This is a request and a part of the collection of COEC.

WC- 1.7k

Requests Master List // Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // Chronicles of Eddie M. & Chrissy C. Master List

I had made dinner earlier that night, and we had eaten together as a family. Eddie and Charlotte sat close together; well, actually, Char sat in Eddie’s lap, and I sat just a few feet away from them at the dinner table. “Dinner is amazing, sweetheart,” Eddie said as he picked at a piece of his chicken. Charlotte is a spitting image of Eddie; the black hair that’s curly at the ends and those blue eyes were the only thing that gave away she was even remotely related to me.

When dinner was over, Eddie ushered me out of the kitchen with a large hand on my back. “You go sit down, honey.” He said, gently guiding me towards the couch. He watched as I followed his instructions before grabbing a book off the shelf next to the TV stand. “You just sit out here and read while Char and I clean up the kitchen,” Eddie says as he leans down to kiss my forehead chaste.

“Alright, Char, are you ready to help me clean up?” I hear Eddie ask here just a few moments later. I hear the giggles echo off the wall as Char answers her father. The sound of water and music becomes the background noise of the story I’m reading. The sound of dishes colliding with each other. “Bubbles!” I hear a scream from the kitchen, “I know, Char, you like bubbles, baby.” Eddie all but laughs. I return my attention to my book. The words are starting to mold together for whatever reason. I can’t just put the book down and climb the stairs toward a comfy bed.

The sound of low Metallica plays in the kitchen as my legs lie folded underneath my body, and the book in my hand starts to drop. That is until I feel the sudden kick against my pregnant belly. Charlotte would have a little brother pretty soon, so Eddie was trying his most challenging to spend all his time with her. Before, things became hectic, and with that, it led to many nights like this one.

“Daddy?” I barely hear Char’s voice from the living room to the kitchen. “Yes, baby,” Eddie says sweetly to his three-year-old daughter. “What’s wrong with mommy?” I hear Charlotte ask her father, and there is a moment of silence between the two, and I know the look on Eddie's face. The one who tells me he has no clue what to say next. Eddie is a man of all sorts of words, but whenever his daughter asks him questions he doesn’t have answers to, he doesn’t have it in him to lie to his baby girl.

“Come on, baby, let’s sit at the table.” I hear a nimble voice utter to our daughter. I can listen to the giant footsteps against the hardwood. Then, the scooting of the chair legs on the hardwood floor, I grit my teeth together; the sound sends the worst shivers down my spine. Like nails on a chalkboard. “Mommy is just feeling a little tired nowadays.” Eddie finally clarifies. “Is it because of my brother?” Charlotte is always inquisitive and alert to the world around her, especially for her age. Eddie’s laugh echoes into the living room, then it becomes silent. “Yeah, baby, your brother isn’t being very nice to your mommy,” Eddie tells our daughter.

“Well, he better be nice to my mommy because… well, because I love her…” My heart swells at Char’s confession, and it triples when Eddie echoes her words. “I love her too.” There are sounds of giggles that last for longer than it takes for me to read a full page of the book in my lap. “What are you doing daddy?” I get distracted once more by the sounds of my daughter annoying her father with her endless questions. “Aren’t you supposed to be coloring?” Eddie says, asking her a question of his own. It’s meant to redirect her, but because she likes her father, it only spurs her on to push more of his buttons. “I would be coloring, Daddy, but you’re thinking too loud.” I burst out into laughs, unable to keep them in my chest. “I hear you out there laughing,” Eddie yells from the other rooms.

My cheeks hurt by the time I can even think about anything else. Then, another kick brings me back to my reality. “Jesus, you just had to kick me,” I mutter. I put a bookmark between the pages of my book before pushing myself off the couch and to my feet. I shuffle to the bathroom down the hall like a penguin. I can’t hear the two in the kitchen as I shuffle my pajama pants down my hips and relieve myself.

As I wash my hands, I notice how tired I am; the dark circles under my eyes are darker than ever. And my hair is tangled in blonde messes. I quickly push away nasty thoughts about myself as I finish washing my hands and return to the hallway. The sounds are different as I walk down the hallway. “Daddy…” “Yes, honey.” Eddie echos Charlotte’s whine. “What are you doing?” Her question is funny, very much like her father.

Eddie had always feared that he would be like his father, yet he’s so far from it now. Never gets mad or annoyed with his daughter or me. He’s always there lending a helpful hand, helping me with something, or sitting through his daughter’s endless tea parties. Where she forces him to wear crowns and pink tutus. The smile on Eddie’s face is a lighting path, a true sign that he’s nothing like his father.

“I’m coming up with things for my campaign.” His answers sometimes are very… very straightforward. “What’s that?” She asks curiously. I round the corner where the kitchen and living room met. Just around the wall is the dining room, where the chatter gets louder. “Well, sweetheart, it’s a game that daddy plays with his friends. With princes, and warriors, and fairies.” I smile at his words. Laced in sugar for his daughter to be able to understand. “Can I be a fairy?” Of course, that’s Charlotte’s first question, unbothered by anything else her father just said. I feel that will be a recurring in their relationship.

A long pause makes me stop walking to hide behind the wall to the dining room door frame. Neither of them can see me, but I can see both of them. Eddie’s got his thinkin’ hat on right now. “Hmm, I don’t see why not. Come here, baby.” Eddie says, dropping the pencil on the table. “Can you grab me those books over there?” Eddie asks Char, but her eyes go wide. “I’ll do it, baby.” I was unable to keep my mouth quiet. His brows sink on his face, “I thought I told you too…” “I had to pee, so I’m up now. Deal with it, Eds.” I bark at him as I round the table and grab two thick books and a few sheets of blank paper.

He sighs but doesn’t say anything as I sit beside him. “Are you okay, mommy?” Char asks me. I nod, and Eddie grabs her by the waist hoisting her up to his lap. “Are you ready, baby,” Eddie asks Char as her legs sit over just one of Eddie’s legs. “So you wanna be a fairy, right Char?” Eddie asks; she nods her head with excitement. “Did you hear that, mommy? Daddy said I can be a fairy?” Her smile beams across the dining room. “I heard him baby. You can be whatever your heart wants to be.” I tell her, scooting closer to comb my fingers through her black locks and kiss her forehead.

“Alright, so, we don’t gotta pick a race. But we have to do some other stuff.” Eddie floods the books, and his words gloss over my head and Char’s. Regardless, we are watching him geek out about his daughter’s interest in his world. The world that had kept him safe until I met him. It brings me to a lull. I rest my hands on my protruding belly, and rest my eyes. Eddie’s deep voice and Char’s giggles lulled me to sleep. It feels like hours before the sounds stop, and everything is quiet. A sizeable gentle hand is on my shoulder. Shaking me awake gently, “Both my girls fell asleep on me.” Eddie whispers. The lights are dimmed, and Char isn’t in the room. Eddie seems to follow my thoughts. “Already in bed.” He answers my racing mom’s thoughts. “Let’s go to bed,” Eddie whispers again, putting a hand out for me to grab on. He pulls me up, and we walk hand in hand to the bedroom.

Eddie walks me to my side of the bed. “Thank you, honey.” I manage to get out before a yawn cuts me off. I can see the slightest smile on his face. “It’s my pleasure, my love.” Eddie leans down and presses a chaste kiss into my forehead and another one on my lips, and instantly, I’m brought to life wanting more, but Eddie’s already dragging away from me. “You know how much Char loves you, right?” I say as Eddie bends down at his knee to slip my shoes off my swollen feet. He nods and continues to work on my slippers. “I’m serious, Eddie, she loves you so much. She doesn’t care as long as she can always be right by your side. She’s a daddy’s girl.” The tears that I didn’t notice rolled down my cheeks. “Aww baby,” Eddie says, looking up to see my tears, rubbing a large thumb over them and sweeping them away.

“I know she loves me, baby; I know many things. Just like I know how much you love the both of us. That’s why you’re always watching us from afar. I love you just as much. Like I said earlier, baby. You are my girls, and I love my girls. I smile at Eddie’s confession. The words melted my heart and caused a wave of tiredness to wash over me. “Let’s get you to bed, baby,” Eddie mutters as he kicks back the sheets and pulls me against him.

Completed on: 08/29/23

Posted on: 08/31/23

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bagmanunlucky · 2 years

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munson-blurbs · 3 months

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Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: You've been crushing on Eddie since you joined Hellfire Club. Too bad he's crushing on Chrissy Cunningham...right?

Warnings: angst to fluff, idiots in love, super cheesy but it's Valentine's Day so idc WC: 1.6k A/N: My entry for @corroded-hellfire's This is Music! event!

Divider credit to @saradika

Eddie’s looking at her again.

You can’t blame him; he’d be crazy not to stare at Chrissy Cunningham, clad in her tiny cheerleading uniform with a bouncy blonde ponytail and sugar-sweet giggle. If you just ignore him, act like he isn’t imagining sweeping her off of her feet–

“Do you think I should send her one of those candy gram things?”

Almost instinctively, Dustin’s eyes flicker to you, but he turns back to Eddie before anyone can notice. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he stammers, scrambling for an excuse. “She and Jason, like, just broke up.”

This information doesn’t deter Eddie in the slightest. “Exactly. She’s probably heartbroken from getting dumped right before Valentine’s Day. I could be her…Freak in Shining Armor.” He grins at his spin on the unwanted nickname, pausing for a half-second before turning to you and asking, “You’re a girl. What do you think?”

The question is almost laughable. What do you think? You think he should stop pining over Chrissy and start seeing you in that same light.

With a painful swallow, you force a strained smile. “If you like her, you should go for it.”

That’s all of the motivation Eddie needs. He slams his palm on the table and proudly declares, “All right, I’m doin’ it.”

Tears bite at your lash line as he strides across the cafeteria over to where the student council has set up the candy gram booth. You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you glance over to see Dustin offering you a sympathetic look.

“He’s an idiot,” he says, low enough so that his words are inaudible to other Hellfire members. “He’ll figure it out one day, but you shouldn’t sit around waiting for it to happen.”

Logic tells you that he’s right, but moving on is easier said than done. Especially when he’s one of your closest friends.

Determined to avoid any inquiring from the other guys, you do your best to assimilate into their conversation about beating this week’s campaign.

Chrissy received Eddie’s candy gram on Valentine’s Day. To his dismay, she also got one from Jason Carver.

“Of course she went back to him,” Eddie mutters, tossing his tin lunch box on the cafeteria table with a harsh clang. He heaves a sigh and rests his head on your shoulder, gazing up at you with his big, beautiful eyes. “Am I gonna be alone forever?”

“Probably.” You muster a tense laugh and brush a tendril of his hair off of your cheek. “Maybe you can try sending out a message in a bottle and see if anyone bites.”

He harrumphs and slumps over, burying his face in his palms. “She told me she ‘appreciates my friendship.’” He shakes his head. “Fucking humiliating.”

The irony of his statement is too much to bear, and you slip away from the table with a half-hearted excuse about needing to study for the history test you have next period.

The walk to the library feels like it takes decades, silent tears falling as soon as you find an empty table among the stacks of books.

Chrissy wanted Jason the way Eddie wanted Chrissy, which was the same way you wanted Eddie.

And no one wanted you.

A few minutes pass before Jeff slides into the seat next to you. “We’re in the same history class. Figured it would make your lie more believable if I had to study, too.” He shrugs. “Plus, I wanted to check on you.”

“I’m fine.”

He doesn’t believe you, you know he doesn’t. Embarrassment is written all over your face, both at your abrupt exit from the cafeteria and your pathetic crush on Eddie.

Jeff takes a deep breath. “Look, Eddie doesn’t know what he wants.”

“Seems pretty obvious to me that he wants Chrissy,” you say wryly, twirling a pen between your fingers.

“No…I mean, yeah. But that’s because she’s, like, safe.”

You scoff. “Asking out the Queen of Hawkins High is safe?”

“Sounds ridiculous, I know, but hear me out.” Jeff leans in a bit closer so he can whisper to you. “She’s not part of our group, so he doesn’t have to worry about constantly hanging out with her. Plus, she’s nice enough to not publicly destroy his ego. I’m sure she didn’t tell Jason about the candy gram, or else he would’ve announced it to the whole school by now.”

You nod in reluctant agreement.

“And speaking of that jackass,” Jeff continues, “how many times have they broken up and gotten back together?”

“Too many to count.” Their relationship is like one of the novelas you watch when you’re stuck at home with a fever.

“Exactly.” Jeff exhales. “Chrissy paid a little bit of attention to Eddie because she wanted some weed for a party, and now he’s head over heels for her. Because he can be. Because her rejection stings a little, but it’s nothing compared to how being rejected by you would feel.”

Wiping at your tear-dampened cheeks, you shake your head. “I don’t think he cares about being rejected by me.”

He mumbles something under his breath but doesn’t say another word until the bell rings, and the two of you walk to class together.

Thank God you don’t actually have a test today; you wouldn’t be able to focus long enough to answer a single question. All you think about is what Jeff had implied: that Eddie does like you but is afraid to ruin your friendship.

You brush off the idea as ridiculous. Why would Eddie choose you over the gorgeous head cheerleader?

Uneasiness builds within you until it’s impossible to ignore, and you scrawl a note in the back of your composition notebook before you can fully think it through.

Eddie–

I’m sorry that Chrissy turned you down. Trust me when I say that I know what it’s like to feel unwanted by the person you want the most. It sucks, but you’ll move on and realize that she was the one who missed out, not you.

You sign your name and add a P.S. Fuck Valentine’s Day for good measure, folding the paper in fourths and slipping it into his locker between class periods. Not quite a confession, but it’ll do.

Eddie’s waiting by your locker after the last bell rings, scraping a front tooth against his bottom lip and fiddling with something. As you get closer, you realize that something is your note.

“Who is he?” Eddie demands to know, sighing impatiently when you raise your brows in confusion. “This mystery guy who doesn’t want you. Who is he?”

“No one. It’s fine,” you say quickly, refusing to make eye contact with him as you twist open the lock. “It was just to let you know that you’re not alone in this, okay?”

He shakes his head and chuckles tersely. “Nah, not okay. I’ve gotta kick his ass.” He shuffles from foot to foot, already anticipating a fight.

“Well, you can’t.”

“And why not?” Eddie scoffs. “I know I’m scrawny, but I’m pretty damn scr–”

“Because you’d be kicking your own ass!” The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them. Your blood runs cold and your pulse thuds in your ears when you realize what you’ve said. “I’m sorry. That was too much, especially with what happened with Chrissy today.”

You start to leave, but you’re tugged back in place by his gentle grasp on your wrist. “Follow me,” he murmurs. He makes a beeline for the Hellfire room with you right on his heels. As soon as you walk in, he closes the door. “Repeat that? Because I don’t think I heard you right.”

“You’re the guy who doesn’t want me,” you manage through the lump in your throat, “and it’s okay, because we can’t help who we like and who we don’t. I don’t want you to feel guilty or anything like that.”

You’re rambling, and you tuck your lips into your mouth to stop yourself from talking yourself in circles.

Silence seeps into the room, the only noise is the hum from the fluorescent lights overhead. Finally, Eddie speaks again. “Do you know why I asked you to join Hellfire?”

You swivel your head back and forth in a definite no.

“Yeah, I tried to keep it that way,” he says with an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “So, um, I kinda had a massive crush on you. And I figured that we’d get to know each other here and then I’d ask you out or whatever, but I kept chickening out. So…there ya have it.” He shifts his hands as if to say ta-da.

“And now you like Chrissy.” Out with the old, in with the new.

Eddie takes a small step closer, one ring-clad hand taking yours. “Not the way I like you,” he breathes, his other thumb tracing a faint line over your jaw. “Not even close.”

You close the gap between you, tilting your head so your lips meet his. The fear that he’ll hesitate or turn his head altogether disappears as soon as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. His hand tucks behind your ear, and he leaves it there until you both have to break away for air.

The two of you wear matching smiles, shy but relieved. Eddie leans in to kiss you once again, only to be interrupted by the rest of the club’s musings.

“Took them long enough.”

“Seriously, I thought we were just gonna have to watch them pine over each other forever.”

“Crap, do you think they can hear us?”

“Yeah, shit-heads, we can hear you,” Eddie calls out with a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief before turning back to you.

“Now, where were we?”

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I Can Do it With a Broken Heart | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | 18+ | PREVIEW

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Summary: You and Eddie have both had crap luck on dates lately, nothing that can't be fixed with a strawberry milkshake. However, he gets asked out on a date and it goes well...until it turns your life on its head and he forgets how to pick up the phone. You don't even care that he's dating someone else you just want your best friend back.

Warnings: idiots in love, best friends to lovers, ANGST, brief EddiexChrissy, ooc Chrissy, attempted SA, bestfriend!Steve, and needy, desperate smut that makes it all worth it.

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The puff of smoke that leaves his lips as you approach him should not be this gorgeous, it’s practically unfair. “Hey, Eds.”

He dusts the filter, killing it on the cement table he sits at as he blows out one more puff. “Hey, sweetheart.”

Just from that particular look in his eye, you can tell something is on his mind. “You okay, there, Munson?”

He smirks, effortlessly standing up. “I suppose. I’m not sure how to react. Or how you’ll react.”

Your brows meet your hairline, watching his mind move at a million miles per hour. “Ok, Eddie this better be about a new class of creatures in DnD, or something, because you’re scaring me.”

He smiles, nodding his head over to the halls that lead toward the front door of the campus. “Someone asked me out on a date, earlier, today.”

Your brows furrow, biting back the jealousy that eats at your chest. Every little part of you holds back the monster that threatens to class its way out, to snarl and hiss at every girl that even so much as looks at him wrong. It’s hard to bite it back, to choke on it purposely, but if you must, you will.

It tastes like venom as you swallow it back down. “Oh, who?”

A faint pink spreads across Eddie’s cheeks, much to your dismay. Not once, in your fuck, what, seven, eight years, of friendship have you ever managed to see Eddie blush. (Just once but it was when you nearly walked in on him jerking himself off a few short years ago.) “Who?”

“Um Chrissy. Chrissy Cunningham?”

Your jaw drops, but your gut falls through the floor. You swear you hear it smash through the tilted floors and fall into the depths of hell.

“She asked you out?”

“Hey! Don’t act so surprised! A cheerleader could like me!”

That was the last thing on your mind. Of course a cheerleader could like Eddie, they’d be stupid not to. No. Every other girl that Eddie has either slept with, or gone on a date with brought no worry to your head, competition, per say. But a sweet girl like Chrissy, one that bore pretty blonde curls, a sweet smile and a sweet disposition, this is like your worst nightmare come true.

Thanks to the notion of living in a small town, you could recall 99% of the names that Eddie had told you, whether they be hookups or a date. Most of them didn’t intimidate you, only because, selfishly, you could nitpick at things you think wouldn’t work out with Eddie. Whether they were too vapid, too shallow, had none of the same interests as him, only shallowly liked him for his looks, or was a bully…you had something to give great comfort to you to prevent that little jealousy monster from clawing its way out.

This time, your brain wracked itself for some sort of answer. Some sort of flaw in the Queen of Hawkins High that could settle this uneasiness that has taken over your mind. Nothing. Nothing.

“I’m not surprised a cheerleader could like you, I’m surprised that Chrissy Cunningham asked you out,” you answer candidly, watching in step with him to where you supposed was his van. “I’m guessing you said yes?”

“I’d be crazy not to!” Eddie answered sheepishly, tugging at the sleeves of his leather jacket. “I’m taking her out on Friday night.”

“Ah, you’ll tell Steve to take Creeper off hold for us, then?”

Eddie stops mid stride, faltering, his brows pinched as he gives you those big brown eyes. “Shit. It totally slipped my mind.”

This is also new. Even as his dates would happen any previously made plans with him were always a priority. You just hope this isn’t a new habit of his.

“We’ll do it on Saturday, yeah?”

You nod, giving him the comfort you suddenly find yourself craving. From the pep in his step, the rosiness of his cheeks, the warm glint in his eyes, you can tell that he’s truly excited. As a best friend, you tried to be happy for him, however hard it is to make the smile on your face even remotely convincing.

Eddie curls his arm around your shoulder, tugging you along with him for what is probably another afternoon in his room, clouded by a haze of weed.

You smoked more than usual, if anything to allow his excitement and plans for his big date in two days to buzz into the background, the bong rippling through your lungs as a punishment for yourself.

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harrywavycurly · 13 days

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Secret Rendezvous Part 14: Regret It

Masterlist: Here

CW: None

A/N: I figured it was time for y’all to see how these two communicate, enjoy! Also this is going up hella early for me because I’m a busy bee today! Love y’all✨

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silent-stories · 9 months

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Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: Your friends, like the whole school, don't like Eddie Munson. You, on the other hand, think you'd like to get to know him but that's probably never going to happen. Until you find yourself locked up with him in the school library.

The parking lot was crowded, filled with students arriving and getting ready for another day at Hawkings Highschool as you walked alongside your two friends through the sea of people.

"Is this jacket new?" Debby asked as she approached you with her nose, as if to sniff it, with an almost disgusted expression painted on her face.

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes, it wasn't the first time Debby complained about the way you dressed, among the many faults she seemed to find in you every time.

"Um, yeah." You raised your eyebrows not understanding what she was getting at.

"It's leather." She stated as if the fact were a crime. "Leather stinks."

"Debby, it's not even real leather, it can't stink. I bought it for ten dollars at the flea market."

"Oh. So that's why it stinks."

"Debby, I swear I-"

"Hey, hey" Jess interrupted you "no one stinks in here, okay? Look, Y/N... Debbs and I were planning on going out tomorrow night. Maybe to the movies or something?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Ugh, what you have to do again?" Jess rolled her eyes, smoothing her perfect cheerleading skirt with her hands.

Jess was one of the most popular girls in school, perhaps second only to Chrissy Cunningham and a few other cheerleaders who became known through their jocks boyfriends.

"You know I work almost every day after school. Does the new record store sound familiar?"

"Oh c'mon, why do you have to work so much?" Jess snorted.

"Because I need money?" It was something between an answer and a question, you had never thought anyone would ask you why you decided making your own money was a good idea.

"Hey, it's okay. We'll do it another time okay?" Debby concluded, as you finally entered the school and Jess saw her boyfriend in the distance, talking to other jocks, all in their sparkly green and white school uniforms.

"Hey Beck!" She raised a hand to get the boy's attention and waved at him at the same time, trotting towards him and instantly forgetting you.

"God, she's so in love with him." Debby commented dreamily still by your side, looking at her friend from afar.

You saw the possessive way Beck kissed his girlfriend and then put his arm around her and held her close as he continued to talk to his friends, his hand was basically on her ass. "Mh, i guess she is. I really don't like that guy, anyway."

"How couldn't you? The whole school is as in love with Beck as they are with Jason." She waved at the blond boy who was now laughing at something a member of the basketball team had just said.

"Yeah, I don't like Jason either." You shrugged.

"That's impossible. He's one of the hottest guys I've ever seen."

"Debs, I'm not talking about his physical appearance. I don't like him as a person. I don't like how he behaves and how he treats people around him."

Debby looked at you for a moment with a slight smile on her lips as if she expected me to suddenly tell her you were joking.

"See you later in class, okay?"

You shook your head, thinking it was almost pointless to voice your opinion to people like her.

"Sure, see you later."

Biology class was silent as the teacher explained the reproduction of cells through mitosis.

From your desk almost at the back of the room, you could see that Jess and Beck had no idea what the the tracher was talking about and kept exchanging notes probably filled with hearts and written in pink marker, you could see that the quiet boy at the first desk was just pretending to listen and that his gaze often fell on the window, probably fantasizing about what he saw outside, and finally, to your surprise, you could see that Eddie Munson, for the first time, had a pen in his hand he seemed to be writing.

Eddie Munson was a guy you never quite understood, both before you had a few classes together and after.

He didn't seem to be very interested in school, his grades or the way he responded to the teachers but it was already the second time he was repeating his last year of high school, proving that deep down, maybe, he didn't want to dropout.

He seemed to like to make all Hawkings think he was the mean and scary cultist people already thought he was yet he spent his free time playing a fantasy board game with freshmen, making them feel accepted in a school in which if you were considered even remotely different you could consider yourself doomed.

Eddie Munson was unusual and one of those people you wanted to get to know and understand what he was really like just because seen from an outside point of view, he seemed like an enigma.

"Well well well, what do we have here, Mr Munson?"

Mr. Walker's voice pulled you out of your thoughts and your head, like that of all your classmates, snapped towards Eddie.

That was the moment you realized that the whole time, Eddie wasn't taking notes but he was drawing something that you couldn't quite see from where you were.

"Oh-oh, someone's in trouble." You heard someone chuckle.

The teacher took the paper from Eddie's hands and looked at it with a wicked smile on his lips. "And what is this supposed to be?"

A slight smirk appeared on Eddie's lips. "Shouldn't you know? You studied animals and that stuff, right?"

The teacher chuckled as he crumpled up the paper and walked over to the bin next to his desk, dropping it among the day's other rubbish.

"I bet the freak will repeat the year for the third time." You hear Beck whisper and Jess laugh right after.

"I won't send you to detention again because I really want this year to be your last." The teacher continued, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at Eddie with a severe look. "But if you still don't pay attention to the lessons, you won't give us any other choice. Okay?"

"Okay." Eddie replied after a moment of silence, the way he said it vaguely recalled the professor's tone and you were sure he did it to make fun of him, the smirk on his lips was still there.

After one last glare Mr.Walker sat down again behind his desk and continued reading from the book.

The last laughs faded and the last gazes on Eddie returned to the notebooks, except yours.

You saw how his cocky expression gave way in less than a second when he thought no one was paying attention to him anymore, you saw how he closed his eyes for a moment, huffing as if the existence of the possibility of repeating the year for the third time suddently hit him, while passing a hand over his face with a tired expression.

The look in his eyes was far from the one they had when he teased jocks or made speeches on top of the cafeteria tables.

He had just dropped his facade and no one had even noticed.

You can't deny that for the rest of the lesson you kept eyeing him, only to find him propped up on his elbows on his desk, playing with the rings on his fingers.

When the bell rang Eddie was the first to get up, he grabbed his jacket and darted out of the classroom without once looking back.

You, on the other hand, were the last to leave, after placing your books back in your bag, but as soon as you stepped out the door an idea crossed your mind.

Maybe it was stupid, maybe it was even useless. You didn't even know why you were doing it.

You went back to class for a brief moment, grabbed Eddie's drawing from the bin, folded it quickly without even having time to look at it, stuffed it in your pocket and headed off to the next class.

You told yourself you'd probably never even get the chance to give it back to him.

"You'll be at the match later, right?" Jess asked as she walked down the hallway next to you after the last bell of the day had rung.

"Mh, maybe." You murmured, thinking of a possible excuse to come up with.

"What do you mean with 'maybe'? What do you have to do this time? Debby said she'll be there."

"Actually, not much, I just gotta go the library to get some books."

"Okay, it won't take a lot. The game starts in half an hour so you have plenty of time." She smiled.

"Yeah, sure. Then I guess I'll be there." You said as you stopped in front of the school library.

"Kay, see you later!" She waved at you before heading towards the gym.

"Good morning Miss Cooper." You greeted the lady behind the desk as soon as you entered the library.

"Hi dear, I close in about fifteen minutes. You know, with the match and everything I don't think many students will come here."

You looked around, the only people who seemed to be there were two girls sitting in the corner and a teacher putting down some books he had borrowed.

"Then I'll try to make it quick." You said before disappearing among the shelves.

The school library was bigger than any student who had never set foot inside could have imagined. You often had found the right books to complete a history or literature honework, and many more times you found books that you enjoyed reading in your spare time, while waiting for customers at the record store where you worked or during boring classes.

Yeah, Eddie Munson wasn't the only one who didn't always pay attention to what the teachers were saying.

While you were there, between the fantasy and horror sections (which were right at the back of the library, almost in the dark, as if whoever had put those books there had wanted to hide them) your thoughts returned to Eddie and you remembered that his drawing was still in your jeans back pocket and you hadn't seen it yet.

You put your bag down on the floor and took the paper out of your back pocket.

It was an animal, that was why he had made that joke to the biology teacher.

The creature looked like a lion but it had a second head that looked like a goat and its tail was a snake. You knew what a chimera was and that drawing looked like it came straight out of a mythology book.

You didn't know Eddie could draw so well and you were sorry Mr. Walker hadn't thought before crumpling it up and throwing him in the bin like it was trash.

Boom.

A sudden noise made you jump.

Boom. Again.

You quickly put the drawing in your bag and walked towards the source of the noise but what you saw was one of the last things you ever expected.

You peeped over a shelf to observe the scene.

Eddie Munson slammed his fists on the closed library door before trying to pull the handle down and failing to open.

"Hello? Is anyone out there? Is this a prank or what?" He asked to whoever was on the other side of the door.

He slammed his hands on the door one last time. "Awesome, really, really awesome." He snorted talking to himself and probably thinking he was alone, then he turned around.

His gaze fell on you. "Jesus Christ." He put a hand to his chest like you scared the shit out of him and you couldn't help but chuckle. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone was kinder.

"What people usually do in libraries. I was looking for books."

"Oh, I think you'll have enough time to read a lot of books, we're stuck here."

You walked to the door as Eddie took off his jacket and left it on Miss. Cooper's desk, revealing his Metallica shirt. Then he sat on it, after moving a pen holder, dangling his legs.

You tried to open the door three times and when you realized there was no hope to go out you gave up and sat down in one of the chairs, facing Eddie.

"Oh my god." You whispered.

"It's okay, don't panic. Someone will notice you're missing and they'll come looking for you." You noticed the way he said "you" as if there was no way anyone would notice he was missing.

"I'm not panicking. I just found an excuse not to go to the game!" You smiled a little too enthusiastically.

"Excuse me, what?" Eddie shook his head as if he was sure he had misunderstood ehat you had said and his curls bounced on his shoulders.

"I've been trying to find an excuse not to go to that stupid match all day. Now I can say I've been stuck in the library."

Eddie made a sound that was somewhere between a snort and a laugh, amazed at your reaction. "You know, not to judge, but it's really weird that you're happy to be locked in a room with Eddie "the freak" Munson."

"Well... are you gonna sacrifice me to the devil?" You asked with a slight raise of your eyebrows and the ghost of a smile on your lips; Eddie was surprised for the second time: you were joking with him.

"Mh, no?"

"Okay, then we're good."

Eddie chuckled, ducking his head as if to hide his smile and you found yourself wishing he didn't do it anymore.

"What did you come for?" You asked then.

"For what people usually do in libraries. I was looking for books." He repeated your words with a smirk.

"Ah-ah" your laugh was far from genuine but the corners of Eddie's lips curled up anyway. "Has anyone ever told you that you're really funny?" You asked ironically.

"It may surprise you, but I think you have the honor of being the first." Eddie followed your movements with his eyes as you stood up from your chair and took a few steps between the shelves. Soon the sun would go down and you wouldn't even see the titles of books anymore without the sunbeams filtering through the windows.

"Are you coming or not?" You turned back to him, as if it was obvious you wanted him to come with you.

"Where?" He asked as he jumped off the desk reluctantly.

"To find the perfect book for you."

"Oh, I don't think that-"

"Fantasy and horror are in the back."

The smile you were starting to like returned on his lips. "Lead the way."

"Where the fuck is she?" Jess asked Debby during the first break of the game, placing her pom-poms on the bench next to her.

"I don't know, she said she would come. You were the last one to see her."

"She said she had to do something really quick and then she'd come. Tomorrow she will come up with a stupid excuse like always."

"She's been getting a lot weird lately, I don't know what's going on with her."

"Yeah, I thought so too."

Your laughter once again filled the library as the patter of the incessant rain that had been falling for almost an hour continued.

You never thought you'd spend so much time with Eddie one day, but apparently you were wrong. You enjoyed staying there with him.

"I swear it's a good one."

Eddie put all the books you convinced him to take on Miss Cooper's desk.

"It talks about a girl." He commented, as if that was all it took to not be a good book.

"Who has superpowers! Trust me, it's a good book. Near the end there's a lot of blood and stuff."

"Oh well, if 'there's a lot of blood and stuff' then I really should read it."

"Stop making fun me!" You hit his shoulder.

"Ouch!"

"I didn't hurt you."

"Yes, you did."

You rolled your eyes. "Read that damn book. Then tell me if you liked it."

"Well well well, do you wanna keep talking to me when we'll get out of here? Won't you pretend you don't know me?" He questioned, trying to figure out if you were lying.

"Why should I? Are you..." You hesitated "You're cool, I like you."

Eddie studied you for a moment. "You know, Y/N, I think you're a bit of a freak too."

You laughed, glancing at the books leaning on the desk. A weird creature caught your eye and you remembered Eddie's drawing.

"God, I almost forgot!" You took your bag in your hands, looking for the page. "I hope you don't think it's weird. I…I saved your drawing from the bin."

You handed him the paper, it was still a lot wrinkled but it was certainly in a better condition than when the teacher had thrown it in the trash.

Eddie stared at you.

He always had that way of looking at you with his big brown eyes that looked a lot like an animal that doesn't want to show that it's scared but is still reluctant to approach anyone.

He grabbed it slowly. "Why did you save it?"

"I wanted to see what you were drawing. It turned out to be worth it. It's really good."

"It turned out I was right."

You looked at him questioningly.

"You're a bit of a freak too. You put your hands in the trash to get a drawing of someone you didn't even know." He laughed again and you did the same.

You realized you liked the dimples that formed on his face when he smiled.

He took one last look at the drawing before carefully folding it and putting it in his pocket.

"Thank you." He finally said, sincere.

"Anytime."

Eddie's gaze fell on something behind you.

You turned around but didn't see anything different from moments before.

"What?"

"The window, Y/N, the window!" The excitement in his voice didn't even let you realize it was the first time he'd called you by your name.

"The window what?"

"We can get out through the window!" It seemed that at any moment he might start jumping from one side of the room to another.

You walked to the window where the rain continued to beat while Eddie looked behind you for something. "Looks quite high."

"And that's why we're going to need this." When you turned around Eddie was already setting up the ladder under the window after quickly putting on his jacket again.

"God, where did you find that?"

"I saw it earlier in the romance section."

"Were you checking the romance section?" You smirked.

"I walked past it, okay?" He rolled her eyes as he climbed the first rung of the ladder.

"Wait, should I go first?" He asked before going up.

"Go. Don't kill yourself when you jump to the other side."

"Who would care if I die?" He joked. Or you hoped he was.

"I would care! If they found me with your corpse who would they think sacrificed to the devil who?"

Eddie laughed again, shaking his head then opened the window. Lots of raindrops started falling on the library floor.

He sat on the edge before jumping over to the other side.

"Agh!"

"Shit, are you okay?" Your words left your mouth too quickly, your tone far too concerned about someone you've only known for a few hours.

No reply.

"Eddie, I swear-" You said starting up the ladder, the raindrops that passed through the open window falling on your face and in your hair.

"I'm fine!" He laughed.

"Thanks for your quick response." You commented ironically, not before breathing a sigh of relief.

"Aw, were you scared I was hurt?" You sat on the edge, now you could see his smirk as he looked up at you.

Most of his curls had gotten wet and stuck to his forehead and neck.

He was still pretty.

"Shut up."

"You were scared I was hurt!" He exclaimed, laughing, this time he was sure.

"Are you going to keep teasing me or are you going to help me get down from here?"

"Right, sorry." He reached out a hand and helped you jump. His fingers were warm, and having his palm against yours, even if only for a moment, gave you an indescribable feeling of security and safety.

"You okay?" He asked when you both finally got your feet on the ground.

"Yeah." His hand was still holding yours.

"Good."

"STAY FUCKING AWAY FROM HER!" Voices from behind you instantly made you turn around and before you know it Beck and Jason were pushing Eddie away from you. His hand slipped away from yours.

It seemed like the game was over.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Jess and Debby asked you, claiming you by the arm. "Did he hurt you?" Their tone was concerned and almost frightened.

"Hey, hey okay!" You tried to calm everyone down. "Eddie and I got locked in the library and went out the window, that's all."

You noticed that Jason's hands were still gripping Eddie's shirt, like he was ready to bail on him and beat him until he couldn't even remember his name at any moment.

The rain continued to fall incessantly on you, somewhere in the distance a thunder rumbled.

"Jason, leave him."

"Did he-"

"NO! STOP FUCKING ASKING!" You placed a hand on Jason's chest and pushed him away.

For a moment no one spoke. Like everyone was amazed that you didn't seem bothered by Eddie or that he hadn't done you anything wrong in the hours you'd spent locked in the library with him.

They were all looking at you with shocked expressions painted on their faces.

"Could you give me a lift home, please?" You turned to Eddie and this time he seemed to be the shocked one.

He pushed a strand of wet hair away from his eyes. "Yeah. Yes, of course I can."

"Okay, thank you." You kindly placed a hand on his back, as if urging him to leave. "Let's go."

You didn't say goodbye to any of the four students who watched you leave with Eddie "the freak" Munson and you didn't turn once as you walked beside him to his van.

You didn't know exactly how many friends you had just lost but you certainly knew you had a new one.

Part 2

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THE LINE—

pairings: steve harrington x henderson!reader

1 — part 2 coming soon…

words: 3.6k

Summary: You realize the line between love and hate is very thin as you babysit and monster hunt alongside Steve Harrington.

Leaning pathetically against your locker, you banged your head against the metal, tugging on the end of your cheerleading skirt that got caught in the door when you slammed it shut. It’s your fault really, you were so happy to get it open for once. Of course, it had to be too good to be true.

“Need some help with that?”

Your lips swerved into a smile at the familiar voice, leaning away from your locker to look at one of your favorite girls.

“Yes, Nancy. Please!” you pleaded, laughing as the girl stepped forward, easily opening your locker door, not even needing to ask the combination from the amount of times she’s had to open it.

Nancy Wheeler smiled smugly when your locker opened, releasing you and your skirt.

Nancy had been one of your best friends since you moved to Hawkins along with Chrissy Cunningham and Heather Holloway. At twelve years old, you were anxious, but to your surprise, extremely charismatic. You found friends like wildflowers, something you loved, but Nancy was one of the best. She was like a rose, beautiful and smart, something that drew you to her in the first place.

“My savior! How could I ever repay you?” you joked, mocking a princess before laughing at your own joke, tugging your books tighter to your hip.

Nancy grimaced. “Well,” she started, and your brows furrowed, making you feel uneasy, “Firstly, by not being too mad…”

Nancy shoved a note in your face. You squinted reading the words that alert you that King fucking Steve was waiting for your best friend in the bathroom, wanting to make out. Gross.

“Ew,” you stated, playful smile turning into a pout. Your shoulders slumped, concern kicking in rather than disgust. “Harrington? Really, Nance? You could do so, so much better.”

To you, Steve Harrington was the worst person at Hawkins high. A real player who had absolutely no consideration for anyone’s feeling but his own and his stupid little posse. Generally a piece of shit.

“You owe me,” she mutters, shrugging her shoulder to try to rid her mind of what you were implying, what she had already been anxious about.

“I just think it’s a bad idea,” you say softly, trying not to hurt the poor girls feelings, but really you were just trying to help.

“And why’s that?” she asks, on the defensive.

You shake your head, holding yourself back from rolling your eyes. “He’s a bad idea,” you state simply. “He treats girls like shit and you know better to accept that.”

“You don’t know him.”

“I know that he dumped Charlotte after he had sex with her,” you offered, looking at her with a raised brow. Nancy rolls her eyes.

“Well, that’s Charlotte. And I’m going to see him,” she announces, a little like she’s singing.

Sighing disappointedly, the bell rings in your ears. Great, you’re late.

You give Nancy a look already walking backwards towards your first period. “Make good decisions. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“You wouldn’t go out with him the first place!” she calls back, looking at you with a playful expression.

“Exactly.” You smile, finally turning around and heading to your class. When you fully turn, your smile disappears.

Something about Steve makes you anxious, fills your body with unease whenever you two make eye contact when your both at your lockers. You hate the way he smiles smugly at you. And you hate that he’s going after another one of your friends, the fear of her getting hurt makes your stomach ache.

This time, if he hurts her, you hurt him.

And that’s exactly what happened.

You were on your evening walk, frowning at the missing poster you see of Will Byers, your little brother’s best friend and Johnathan Byers, one of your best friends, brother. It’s a saddening sight, especially since the young boy’s funeral. Absolutely heartbreaking.

Frustration is throbbing through your body. You feel helpless, unable to find the boy despite having helped put up posters and searched through the woods countlessly.

You were also angry with yourself for allowing your brother out of the house when you heard the news, letting him and his friends set out in search for him themselves because your heart ached looking into your brother’s teary eyes as he begged you not to tell mom that you caught him sneaking out.

It was stupid, that you told him to keep his walking on him, stay with his friends, and to stay safe or you’d fucking kill him. You’re a shitty sister.

You were an idiot. An idiot people pleaser who never knew when to say no to her friends and family. It was stupid that when your empathetic heart feels their pain you resort to the worse stress reliever, and contradictory to your guilty conscience, violence.

“Harrington, you better get your ass down from that ladder right now!”

You saw him from a mile away, the words spray painted on the movie theatre that you would always take your brother and his friends. The only thing you could make out of it was that Steve fucking Harrington was caught defaminating one of your best friend’s names while vandalizing the cinema.

Steve’s eyes went wide at the sight of you, the beautiful girl who ignored and criticized his every move. His ex-girlfriends best friend. His heart raced at your angry expression. His cheeks probably got a little red too.

“Henderson, what the hell are you doing here?” he asked, sponge pausing its movement to look down at you. Steve had completely forgotten what it looked like had happened, oblivious to everything else around him, his entire focus on you. His fake innocence only made you angrier.

Ignoring his question, you fumed, “Get your ass down or I’m pushing you off this damn ladder!”

Steve’s eyes widened as he muttered curses under his breath, quickly climbing down from the ladder. You pretended that seeing his face bloody and bruised didn’t make your stomach ache.

“Jesus, what your pro—,” You shoved him, and he stumbled back, arms stretched out as his back hits the ladder, “blem!”

“You wrote this? You called Nancy a slut?!”

You pushed him again, and he stumbled again, still looking at you like you’re crazy. He caught your wrists when you went to push him again.

Your hands were held at his chest, pulling you into his chest despite how you try to plant your feet, to stay away from him. Steve still has an bizzare look on his face as he looks down at you, cheeks pink and he’s slightly out of breathe from how he scrambled to grab your wrists. Steve rapidly shakes his head, blurting, “What? No! No, I didn’t!”

You let out a scoff, nodding sarcastically as if you believed him. “So… you just cleaning it up? Bullshit,” you spit, and Steve looks almost hurt by your insinuation.

“Yes! “ He announced, running a hand through his hair when you tugged your wrists free. “I didn’t write this!”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked at him accusingly, like he was stupid. “Then who did, Harrington?”

“Tommy.”

“Oh, you’re best friend!” you exclaimed, “That totally makes so much of a difference.”

“No, Henderson, — I.” He groaned. He glanced around, breathing out of his mouth before he pinched his nose. “I should’ve stopped him, I know, but I’m cleaning this up now. I’m trying to fix it.”

“Because you got caught?”

“No! I just—,” he shook his head. “I’m not… friends with those assholes anymore. I just wanna help.”

Really? you thought to yourself. Your nose scrunched as you scanned him up and down for a second with repulsion. He’s not friends with Tommy and Carol anymore? That’s hard to believe.

Your interrogation seemed never ended, and you still had the urge to punch him in the face despite the cuts and bruises that stand prominent on his handsome face. You wet your lips, ignoring your natural concern and continuing. “Help? Help what?”

“I wanna apologize,” he said. “To Nance.”

“Really?” you deadpanned. Steve arms waved wildly before he poked to fingers into his forehead, closing his eyes.

“Yes, I’m sorry. Is it that hard to believe?”

“Yeah, it is, King Steve,” you scoffed, before you let your thoughts slip into your words. You switch your footing, voice quieting ever so slightly when you ask, “What happened to your face?”

He paused.

“Byers,” Steve replied embarrassed, not even looking at you as your eyes widen.

“Really?” You sound surprised, and you are. The boy who’s been the nicest to you, one of your best friends ever since you’d gotten to town. Your babysitting buddy. The boy who’s brother was missing.

“Johnathan did that?” You ask. When he nods, you hum. “You deserved it.”

“I know.”

Humming, you look at Steve for a second, checking out his bloodied face and red knuckles. Next to his foot is the sponge he was using, it’s turning red and it looks like it’s decomposing from overuse. It makes you clear your throat when you catch his eyes again.

Quietly, almost whispering, you ask, “Do you love her?” You gulp, specifying, “Nancy?”

He sighed, and he looked at you for a good minute, clearly contemplating. Truth be told, he didn’t know. She was… different from his other girlfriend.

Steve would be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t like you. He knew he did, since last year and you walked in wearing a pretty little sundress and gave him attitude when he offered to be your prince charming and open your locker. Maybe he liked Nancy a lot, but he didn’t know if you could love someone and stare at their best friend when their back was turned.

He swallowed, shrugging. “I don’t know.”

You don’t like him. You don’t like him. You don’t like him.

Steve’s word make you nod to yourself, ignoring the relief you feel that he’s not in love with her for Nancy’s sake. Clearly, Steve was a shitty teenage boy, and even worse boyfriend, but you believed in change.

“You really want to make things right?” you question, still trying to keep your guard up despite how you feel them crashing down around you. Goddammit, you hate Steve Harrington.

“Yes,” he groaned, meaningfully.

In your head, you were screaming. Blood curdling, a homicide victim type of screaming, and it’s so loud, so so freaking loud that you couldn’t hear your own thoughts. Maybe, that’s why you make a dumb decision.

You shrug, already turning around to start walking. “Okay, then. Let’s go.”

“Wait, what? Where?”

“To go see Nancy,” you scoffed, as if it was common knowledge. Impatiently, you said, “Come on, I don’t want to be seen with you.”

You trudged forward, once white sneakers thumping against the sidewalk. Behind you, you can hear Steve jog forward, eager to catch up with you.

It doesn’t take long, but the moment he’s beside you, words spill from his lips, quickly. “I— I have my car.”

Pausing in your step, you begrudgingly looked at Steve, quite relieved that you don’t have to walk all the way to Jonathan’s house. “Okay. Where?”

“Over here,” Steve says, almost out of breath as he points to his car. You head towards it without a second thought, harshly pulling on his passenger car door and glaring at him when it doesn’t open.

Steve looks at you strangely, kinda of afraid of you, and he puts his key in before opening the door for you. You don’t look at him, not even when he gets inside the driver seat and starts the car, too busy staring out the window.

“Do you, um, want any music?” Steve stutters, looking at you hesitantly. You roll your eyes.

“You not talking is enough for me,” you smile, sarcastically.

“Oh,” Steve deadpans, biting his lips at he turns away from you, ready to drive.

Great, now you feel bad. You offer, “What do you have?”

“Yeah— yeah, I have Beat It, some AC/DC, Uptown Girl—

“Uptown Girl, please,” you cut him off. Your casual manners make Steve blush. You don’t even notice that you said it, and it reminds Steve how good you are. You were solid good.

A good girl.

A nice girl.

And one who wants nothing to do with him.

Go figure.

Steve realizes how fucked up his mind is as his knuckles turn white on the stirring wheel. He starts to drive, listening to you hum while starring out the window, sometimes cutting yourself off to tell him directions to Jonathan’s house.

When he asked why there, you said that he had to apologize to Jonathan first. He listens to you for reasons he could not comprehend, because he found himself trusting you despite how much you must hate because he knows you.

In the hallways, he’d watched you tell freshmen directions, laugh on your way to class, help kids who would drop things. You’d barely notice the boys that trailed after you that you thought were only friends, and he’d watch you scold them whenever they were mean to some freak, or nerd, or geek, in the halls.

You were nice. The nicest girl at that damn school, and unbeknownst to you, The Queen Of Hawkins High.

He can’t keep his eyes off you, and he’s never felt guiltier. He let his friend call his girlfriend a slut while he was yearning to kiss her best friend on the way to apologize to her. There was something wrong with him. Steve shook his head, letting his eyes part from you and focus on the road.

The drive was slow, but the moment the car parked in the Byers’ driveway, you were quick to usher Steve out.

“Go,” you wave.

“What?” Steve’s heart races. “Right— right now?”

“When else?” you blink.

“Shouldn’t we rehearse something?”

You sigh, holding back a much needed eye roll. A fake smile props on your lips. “‘Jonathan, I’m sorry for fighting you in the middle of the street. That one’s on me,’” you say. “‘Oh, and I feel bad for smashing your camera to little bits. How about I buy you a new one with my daddy’s money?’” You drop your smile. “That good?”

“The camera wasn’t my fault,” he justified.

“I know, I was there. Still, that doesn’t make what you did right, so get out of the car and apologize,” you punctuated.

Steve mouth gaped. Then, he begrudgingly unbuckles his seat belt and grumbles under his breath, stepping out the vehicle. He slams the car door shut.

You snorted a laugh, sinking into Steve’s comfy car seats.

From where your sat, you have a clear viewing of the show. You’re not sure whether or not Jonathan will forgive him. Apart of you hopes he doesn’t. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

What did surprise you was watching Steve, under the warm yellow glow from the Byers house lights, pound on the door and then eventually force his way in.

Hastily, you trailed after him, leaves crunching under your quick feet.

“Steve!” you called once in the door way. “This wasn’t what we talked about…”

The words died in your throat as your eyes scattered across the room, the sight of Jonathan, a shit ton of weapons his living room table and Nancy with a gun pointed at Steve’s face had you had you bewildered.

“You two need to leave now!” Jonathan said, but you were more focused on Nancy’s count down, gun still pointed at Steve.

Before you could think, you were shoving yourself in between Steve, Jonathan, and the gun, hand raised in defense. The mass of Christmas lights around you flickered briskly with your final shout, “What is going on?”

Few words between Nancy and Jonathan end with Steve Harrington, grabbing your wrist and dragging you down the hall into a bedroom as a venus-flytrap looking bear rips apart the ceiling.

“What the hell was that,” Steve yelled along with a variety of curses.

“Shut up!” Nancy and Jonathan shouted, synchronized.

You and Steve shared a feared look.

Pounds and gurgles erupt from the other side of the door until they suddenly stopped. In the silence, Nancy and Jonathan exit the room, Steve and you right behind them.

“Are you going to tell us what that was?” you rasped desperately.

Nancy’s reply was short. “A demogorgon.”

You recognized that name. “Like—,” you brows pinched together. “From DnD?”

“That’s what the boys said.”

“The boys,” you repeated. “Like Dustin, Lucas, and Mike? They know about this?”

“Look, Y/N, I’m sorry but we don’t have time for the questions. It’s going to come back, and you two,” she gestures to you and Steve, “need to leave. Right now.”

Breathing heavy, and with the shake of your head, you said, “No.”

“Yes, go,” Nancy said, stepping closer. You were the same height, she couldn’t intimidate you, not even with a gun in her hand. You weren’t going to leave, especially because of the newfound fear of that thing going after your brother.

“Y/N,” Steve tried, eager for the door.

“No, you go,” you said to Steve then turned to Nancy, “I’m staying so either let me help kill it or I’ll stand here and be bait.”

“Fine,” Nancy said.

Jonathan threw you a lighter. “Throw this into the carpet when it’s here.”

Steve felt pathetic watching the three of you. He didn’t want to leave and be a coward, but he didn’t want to die either. One thought over powered the other and he sprinted to his car, but seeing rapid flickering lights, he forced himself back inside.

After swinging a crowbar at the demogorgon and watching it swallow it whole, you were sure you were going to die. You fell back, squeaking in despair as you did so. The demogorgon’s mouth widen, and you may have gotten a little teary eyed at the sight of Jonathan and Nancy on the floor, looking helpless as well.

But to your shock, Steve Harrington jumped in front of you, swinging a bat like he hadn’t quit baseball in seventh grade.

What happened next was blur, but you remember Steve Harrington forcing you to your feet and the sight of a demogorgon enveloped in flames.

—

With shallow breaths, you sat on the wooden porch in front of the Byers’ house, illuminated by a singular warm lantern, recollecting the previous events. Mind racing, you hardly notice the body next to yours.

Well, until, and hand landed on your shoulder. It’s large, much bigger than your own. Your eyes traced the arm up to its owner, seeing a bloody, concerned face staring back at you.

“You okay?” Steve asked, and your heart swelled the slightest bit at his worry. He had just almost killed himself and he was worried about you.

Your eyebrows twitched, the undying desire to hate him still present. “Yeah,” you choked, “I’m fine.”

Steve nodded. He retracted the hand off your shoulder slowly, which you were grateful for. Nancy and Johnathan’s dull chatter filled the void, the four of you too nerved to fully close the front door.

Clearing your throat, you said, not looking at him. “Thank you for — um — saving my life.”

When Steve spoke, you turned to him. “Anybody would’ve done the same.”

“No they wouldn’t have,” you said, entire body angling towards him. You kept your hands in your lap, tediously explaining, “They would’ve ran for the hills, like you should’ve, but you didn’t. So thanks. I owe you one.”

“Don’t mention it,” he griped, but you shook your head with a scoff, readjusting yourself to look straight forward. You went silent again. Not far from you, you can hear the engine of a car, smell the toxic carbon monoxide polluting the air.

Steve Harrington saved your life. King Steve Harrington saved your life.

Laughing to yourself, you eyed Steve carefully. “I never would’ve taken you for a hero, Harrington.”

“Guess you were wrong,” Steve chuckled. His eyes shone particularly bright in the moonlight.

“Mhm,” you hummed, looking to your lap, “maybe about a lot of things too.”

You hadn’t known why you said that. Steve’s lips parted at your words, a dumbfounded look forming on his face.

“Y/N!”

Immediately, your head whipped to the noise. Your eyes widened with recognition to the voice. “Dustin!” you shouted, voice echoing off the trees in question.

A car pulled up, and in the back windows you could see three smiling faces in the window.

Smiling. They’re okay, you told yourself. And free to yell.

“You boys are so lucky.” The words came out forced, a quiver in your voice at the pure relief you feel, rushing to the boys off the porch and watching the three of them exit the car safely. “You could’ve gotten yourselves killed,” you snapped. “Why didn’t you told me?”

Only after you spoke did you notice their red rimmed eyes.

Your lips twitched into a frown. Swallowing back your own tears, you pulled Dustin, Lucas, and Mike into a hug. “I’m so glad you all are okay.”

Vaguely, blue and red flashing lights pull up onto the driveway of the Byers’ house. Police step out their car with questioning looks. It’s not long before one offers to take you and your brother home.

Glancing behind you, Steve Harrington’s eyes found yours swiftly, as if they had been trained to you this entire time. Hesitantly, you raised your hand, not very high, but just visibly for him to see. You gave Steve a small wave.

He smiled at you, and you were sure that it hurt.

been meaning to write a steve fic for a while. he’s so boyfriend and i’m a huge hopelessly pining/enemies to lovers girly

not my best, probably will rewrite in the future

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