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All because of you

Summary: Jason likes Chrissy. Eddie also likes Chrissy. But Chrissy? Well, Chrissy likes Y/n.

Pairings: Chrissy Cunningham x fem! reader

Warnings: hinted homophobia (it's the 80s), clueless Eddie, small cursing, the reader is a bit taller than Chrissy, sad in between but a happy ending!

Words: 1987

Hello! Welcome to my first Stranger things fanfic in this new blog. I really like how this turned out, so I hope you like it too.

Please, tell me what you think about it!

Chrissy Cunningham. The loveliest but untouchable cheerleader of Hawkins High. The queen of high school, the inaccessible girl everyone wanted to have. And also, Jason's girlfriend, Eddie Munson's most despicable enemy.

"I'm gonna make a move on her, y/n."

"Yeah, of course you are ."

...

"Oh shit, you are serious."

Speeding through the school cafeteria towards the Hellfire club table, I couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for Eddie.

"I don't know what are you thinking, Eddie, but it's not going to end well." Side-eyeing him, I responded. "Chrissy doesn't even look at you, and Jason hates you!"

"That's why I'm going to discover where she lives and give her a surprise, my little elf."

You know what, I no longer feel sorry for him. That's the stupidest shit I have ever heard him—

"I'm going to ask her to be my girlfriend when Jason's over at her house, I want to see his face when that happens."

I can't believe he just said that.

"I can't believe you just said that, Eddie!" Setting my lunch tray on the table, I took a seat next to him. "Jason's going to beat you up, you know!"

"Silly thing, y/n." Grinning, he continued. "I have an ace up my sleeve."

"And what's that, if I can know?"

"Of course you can know it baby, after all, you are my ace."

Looking up at him, I blinked a couple of times. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You are Chrissy's neighbor, aren't you?" Putting his arm around my shoulder, he made a movement with his other hand. "You just have to tell me when she's home with Jason, and then, boom! I appear through the door."

"I'm not going to help you with that."

Starting a staring contest, Eddie tried to make me fail. Of course, he couldn't do it and blinked. "Oh, come on y/n! What's the big deal with that? You are not the one who likes Chrissy, I am!"

That sentence struck something in me. "Yeah, I don't like Chrissy..."

"Then you are going to help me." Standing up, he continued. "If you don't want me to go to her house, I could call her to the picnic table in the woods. There, I will confess."

That statement was something that didn't stick well with me. Continuing to eat my lunch, I started to think about my relationship with the cheerleader. She is just my neighbor, but once we were best friends. Once, she would light up my day. She still does it. And she's beautiful. But of course, I don't like her.

At that moment, Chrissy passed next to our table. Eddie fell silent, and I stopped hearing anything in the room. For a moment, it was only her all I could ever think of.

Maybe, just maybe, I did like Chrissy Cunningham. And maybe, just maybe, I liked her a little bit too much.

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Later on that day, I couldn't stop thinking about what Eddie had said before.

"You are not the one who likes Chrissy."

But, what if am I?

Chrissy and I had always had a complicated relationship. We were best friends, until one day, her parents denied me into their house. From that moment, we were only strangers.

She became popular, and I became a freak.

I still smile, greet, and help her whenever I can, but Jason's always there to stop me. Jason seems to have a reason to hate me beyond being one of the local outcasts in high school, and I can't seem to recall what have I done to carry his hate.

Everything changed since her parents banned me from seeing Chrissy, and now I can't help but think that I may know the answer to our separation. We were nothing but good friends, with maybe a little bit more love to give. We were nothing but a perfect couple destined to be together, until we remembered that we were supposed to partake in a friendly relationship.

I started to like Chrissy, and I think she started to like me too.

Time flew by, and even though we weren't supposed to speak, our eyes knew the truth.

Every stare was longer than the other, and every small touch between library books was enough to set a sparkle into our bodies. Bodies that were connected with the red line of a forbidden love.

Time flew by, and I still like Chrissy. And now, now I can only pray that Chrissy likes me back.

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Before going home and calling it a day, Eddie stopped me again.

"Where are you going, y/n?" He rushed to my side, grabbing me by my arms and spinning me until I was in front of him. "We need to create a plan for me to talk to Chrissy, remember? I need to bring her to the picnic table."

"I'm not going to help you Eddie! I already told you."

"Come on, pleeease y/n!" He started to shake me in his arms. "I need you!"

Knowing him, he isn't going to stop anytime soon. So I did the only thing I could to stop him.

"Okay, okay! Jeez, Eddie, you are unbearable!" I gave him a light slap in the chest with my hand, and he finally released me. "I'm going to ask her if she wants to come with me to the table to talk, and I will leave once you arrive. But I can't promise that it will work."

"Thanks y/n, you are the best!" And then he ran towards his old van.

"Yeah, I'm the best..."

This is hurting more than I expected. Perhaps I'm not prepared to see Chrissy with other people, even though she is already with Jason. Why does Eddie like her? The speech about popularity he always gives isn't about people like her?

Wandering to the gym where the cheerleaders must be ending their practice, I think about what I can say. It has been some time since I last talked with her. I don't even know how to approach her without my heart trying to leave my body. I don't even know how to do anything.

Strolling towards my final destination, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around, and I can't believe my luck.

"Hey, y/n." Chrissy. "Can we talk?"

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"Why did you bring me here, Chrissy?" I asked, starting a rambling stumbling over my own words. "It's funny, you know? I was going to ask you to come here to the picnic table but you beat me to it, as I needed to talk to you about something, or well, about someone who is interested in you, or maybe not not interested, but I needed to tell you some information, and well, you came asking to talk to me and—"

"Y/n!" Chrissy grabbed my face. "Relax. Everything's fine, don't worry. I just wanted to talk to you."

Nodding, she let go of my face. Then, she continued speaking.

"I don't care that someone is interested in me. Actually," She grabbed her hair and started to play with it. She always does it when she's nervous. "em, actually, I just broke up with Jason."

My heart skipped a beat. Finally.

"What, why?" I needed to act at least a little bit worried for her, even though I had been waiting all my life for this.

"Y/n..." Looking straight at my eyes, she continued. "I broke up with him because of a person."

Eddie?

"And that person is you."

If I had died at that moment, I wouldn't have minded. Even if I ended up in hell, I knew what heaven felt like for once in my life.

"What?" I repeated more calmly. I felt hot all over my body.

"I couldn't keep up with our lies." She took my hands in hers. "I don't love him, and you don't deserve this."

"Are you joking, right?" Even though I could have died at that moment, there was a part of me that felt wretched at the possibility of it just being a sick trick. It has been a long time since we talked.

"No!" Chrissy let go of my hands and separated a bit from me. She knew I needed space. "I need to explain this to you. I need to make you understand this, and in order to explain it, I need you to know that I broke up with Jason because of you. All because of you."

I can't believe it. I shouldn't believe it. Not after everything.

"Did you seriously just break up with Jason for me?"

"How could I not?" Chrissy tried to step towards me, but I stepped further away from her. I could see the pained look in her eyes.

"Y/n." Looking up at me, I saw her pleading expression begging me to listen to her. I sat on the bench, and she stood in front of me, with a large space in between.

"Y/n, look." Closing her eyelids, she took a deep breath. At that moment, I knew that she wanted to say something important. Something significant for her that would change both of our lives. "My life with Jason has always been a lie." Opening her eyes, she continued. "My life with him has always been a lie because I have been forced to love someone who I don't want to!" A few tears escaped her eyes.

"What does that mean, Chrissy?"

"It means that I like who I shouldn't." She hugged herself. "It means that I have always liked that person who made me smile the most, the person who is my neighbor and that always greeted me in the mornings, even though I wouldn't talk to them in school. It means that I like someone who I hope understands what I'm talking about."

"Are you saying that—"

"I like girls y/n!" I hopped out of my seat, listening to what I had always dreamed of. "And above everything else, I like you."

Fighting a smile, I talked. "What?"

Seeing my new facial expression, she giggled softly. Her face was changing too. "I like you." I couldn't believe my luck. "And I want to be yours, as much as I want you to be mine." I took a small step towards her. "Even though this has to be secret, I don't want anyone else to call you theirs or to be the partner of someone who doesn't care about me as half as you care about me." This time, she was the one who advanced a little to me. "I want to be loved by you." And then, she smiled. And then, I knew I had fallen hard for Chrissy Cunningham, and there was no way I could turn back from this feeling.

"Then..." I breathed heavily with a shaky voice, my eyes watering after her confession. "Then I guess I should start calling you my girlfriend, don't you think?"

Walking towards me with little but enthusiastic steps, she put her hands around my neck and smiled. It was the brightest smile I had ever seen on her face, and thinking that I was the one behind that smile just added fuel to the fire in my heart.

"Then I guess I should be kissing you, don't you think?"

Before I could react to that statement, she tip-toed her way into my lips and gave me my very first kiss. Putting my hands around her waist, I leaned in, and, for a moment, I knew that everything was going to be alright.

"Oh my god!"

Well, everything was alright for a brief moment, at least. Separating us, we found Eddie at the end of the old picnic table, mouth agape and stumbling over his words.

At least now he won't try to make moves on Chrissy. After all, she's my girl, and she will always be my girl.

Thank you for reading!

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petersbaby · 1 year

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Chrissy Cunningham dating headcanons <3

- She likes to give you scrunchies to wear on your wrists, various different colors on different days.

- Her favorite colors are green and orange (so much school spirit) but she also loves baby pink.

- She definitely has ADHD, doesn’t have a long attention span and sugar makes her incredibly hyper, even more than usual. You try not to let her have coffee or energy drinks but she always wins you over, just like every other time she wants something. It’s the big puppy dog eyes and sweet smile.

- Favorite date is getting ice cream. She feels safe eating around you, sometimes so much that she accidentally gets some of it on her face or spills a little on her shirt. You laugh every time, but you both know you’re not laughing AT her. She was just too fucking cute to handle.

- She absolutely has a stuffed animal collection and they all have a name. She makes you apologize to them personally if you accidentally step or lay on one.

- Forehead kisses make her melt

- Loves holding hands at all times, but especially in public or in front of other people

- Her favorite season is spring, picks flowers to give to you in a little bouquet every time she goes on a walk

- Another favorite date is going to a local pond and feeding/watching the ducks. She likes to give them popcorn. Her eyes would light up as she watched them all swim around and quack. Her favorite was when there was a mama duck, who would have little babies floating behind her in a group.

#chrissy x y/n #chrissy cunningham #chrissy x reader #chrissy cunningham headcanons #stranger things season 4 #stranger things

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weirdmorefics · 2 years

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

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

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

THANK YOU 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

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

Warning- Mentions of weight

Pronouns- He/Him

Word Count- 809

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

Beautiful Girl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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goosegoos3 · 2 years

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Be Yours (Chrissy x Reader)

My stomach turned as I walked through the doors and into the crowded hallways of Hawkins High. It might be my last year, but this school is all new to me. I'd just moved from a small town in California to Hawkins in the middle of summer and haven't made any friends yet. Oh well. Maybe today will be the day.

I got to my first period right as the bell rang and took a seat in the back next to a girl wearing a cheerleading outfit. She had long blonde hair that was pulled back into a high ponytail. She had light makeup with blue eyeshadow on, making her look very beautiful, although I suspected she was beautiful even under the makeup. Just as I looked away, she turned to look at me.

"Hi! I'm Chrissy! I haven't seen you before, are you new?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, it's my first day here," I replied, getting a little nervous.

"Oh, cool! Can I see your schedule? Maybe we have some other classes together," Chrissy said.

"Yeah sure," I said while pulling out a small slip of paper with my schedule on it.

Turns out Chrissy and I shared our first, third, and fifth periods together. We continued talking until the teacher shushed us and we turned our attention to the front of the class.

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It has been a couple of months and Chrissy and I have grown really close. She had told me about her mom and I offered for her to stay at my house whenever she wanted since my parents always work and they probably wouldn't mind anyway. At first she had declined, saying that she didn't want to be a bother, but after some reassurance she eventually warmed up to the idea and started staying over more and more. Tonight was one of those nights where she was staying over, and we were currently listening to Blondie while laying on my bed.

"Hey (Y/N)?" Chrissy asked as she rolled over to look at me.

"Hmm?" I mumbled while turning my head to look back at her.

"I wanna try something."

She was looking at me so intently that I didn't question her. Didn't question when she looked down at my lips. Didn't question when she slowly began to lean towards me. Didn't question even as I felt her soft lips brush mine. By the time I registered what was happening, she was pulling away. I looked at her, and all I could think was how beautiful she looked, cheeks dusted with a light shade of pink.

"What was that for?" I asked, smiling softly.

She turned to me. "I just- you're so beautiful y'know? And I've wanted to do that for a while. I thought you were pretty when we first met but after I told you about my mom and we started hanging out more and getting closer I realized my feelings for you had grown into something more than friendship. You probably don't feel the same, and that's okay, I just had to kiss you once."

I sighed and reached over to grab her hand. She looked surprised, but kept eye contact with me.

"Chrissy, it's okay. I feel the same way about you. You're absolutely gorgeous and one of the sweetest people I've ever met. I'd really like to call you mine, but if it's too soon it's okay," I said, smiling at her.

"No, I'd love to be yours," she said as she leaned in once more to kiss me.

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Just so everyone is aware, I am Goshdarnmaknae on Wattpad and I wrote Spellbound; I am not stealing lol.

#chrissy cunningham #stranger things #wlw #sapphic #wlw pride #chrissy x you #chrissy x reader #chrissy x y/n

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lulu-services · 2 years

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Why me?

Summary: Reader is a bully, Reader is female, Reader is 15 and has tea with Erica. She is a cheerleader she was Chrissy's bestie once. Reader is mean af. (Lil bit of Mike X reader ig)

Warnings: Bullying. A few swears Bimbo reader ig you can change it though.

Request: Yes

You always would take any chance you could to bully anyone in hellfire club with different types of insult's for each one of them.

Example: Mike Daddy long legs.

Dustin: Butter teeth

Eddie: Satanist

Gareth: Dick drummer

Jeff: leftovers

That one other guy: Lard ass Erica: Lady rotten Apple

As a cheerleader you gained a lot of popularity and hate. Especially from a certain someone Erica Sinclair.

She was the most annoying, Ignorant 11 year old you've ever seen. When you and your crew went up to Hellfire she would always open her mouth to say something.

"Hey Hellfire I see you've already finished you little cult meet up? Me and the girls wanted to catch it on camera right Chrissy?" You say turning your head to your wing woman. "Uh y-yeah" said Chrissy looking down.

"Uh-uh y-yeah Chrissy get your self together and aswell your bimbo friend over here! She up here chit-chatting with all of y'all for justice because she always was a bitch and wants revenge she has got y'all around her thick fingers but it's ok because y'all just using her for her daddy's money!" Said Erica

You were stunned as you turned and walked away all your minions started to tell you that Erica was just jealous and she was deranged. Except from Chrissy who stayed quiet.

Not everyone knows but you get weed from Eddie some days for your team. Patrick usually asked for some s long as you don't tell anyone you'll be fine. But one day Chrissy asked for someone I asked if Jason knew and she shook her head we eranged to go to Eddie caravan after the big game. (Which we won)

Chrissy couldn't believe she was about to get a weed order from a 15 year old.

"CHRISSY WAKE UP! I DONT LIKE THIS!!!" Eddie screamed. You had his yourself behind eddie screaming as you grip onto his shoulders. Chrissy started to snap crack and pop starting with her Arms then hands then legs. Her eyes fell out of there socket's and then her mouth opened so wide that it broke. You fainted.

Pt.1 finished.

#chrissy cunningham #reader insert #stranger things #chrissy this is for you #chrissy x eddie #justice for chrissy #munningham #stranger things s04 #cheddie #edissy #chrissy x y/n #chrissy x reader

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thebeatles-world · 2 years

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Request any chrissy imagines if you have any!

#chrissy cunningham #chrissy x reader #chrissy x y/n #stranger things fandom #stranger things imagine

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saidrolav · 2 years

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🐧

hii!! i saw your matchups/ships and was wondering if i could get a stranger things ship?

i’m 5’9 with medium-ish dark brown curly hair and green eyes, also she/they and bisexual. i’m more on the squishy side lolol mostly just thick thighs, i also have freckles and moles on most of my face and body too!

for my personality, i love to laugh and crack jokes, and i *always* have my headphones in and music playing, which mainly consists of classic 80’s and the discography of haley heynderickx (which is more indie folk i guess) i love writing and art, mostly drawing and painting though! even though i’m a creative person i always think very logically and am a very curious person! my mbti is entp also :)

thank you so much!

Hiiii! Thanks for your 🐧!!! I ship you with...

Chrissy Cunningham!

I absolutely loves the contraste between the two of you and i kind of get the same vibes as the Eddie and Chrissy relationship which is amazing!! 💚

Chrissy is just as curious as you and everytime she sees you you're wearing your headphones and you seem so nice when you're talking to other people so she wants to talk to you!!

Everytime you draw or paint something she's always behind your back watching what you're doing, again super curious, and she's cheering you up bringing you snacks!! 🥰

#chrissy cunningham #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things ships #chrissy wake up #chrissy x reader #chrissy x you #chrissy x y/n #🐧

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oneforthemunny · 1 month

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happy together |yandere!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: your and eddie's date at the hideout leads to uncovered pasts, from both of you. or part two of the yandere!eddie series.

contains: very dark fic! yandere!eddie. obsessive and posessive eddie. alludes to past violence, past relationship trauma, mean!eddie. parental trauma. alcohol. language. smut. oral (male and fem receiving), pinvsex. manipulative eddie. stalking. obsession. very dark. minors dni!!

“I’m not really sure I’m the right girl for this.” Nervous smiles, tugging at the ends of her sweater, a blonde ponytail bouncing with every turn of her head, scanning the room. “‘M not a big punk rock kinda girl.”

“Good thing it’s metal then, right?” Eddie grinned, knee bouncing on the wooden stool. “C’mon, they’re not gonna mosh you or some shit. Just here to listen to music.” If only he’d known then, that’s not why Chrissy was so nervous, why she pulled and twisted the sleeves of her sweater furiously, chin ducked to her chest the entire night.

“Hey, this is really good.” You giggled, the crystal trill of your giddy tone pulling Eddie out of his daze. There was no nervous blonde in front of him- no, there was an angel sitting across from him, giving him a bright smile that he was sure was melting him to his very core.

“Is it?” Eddie’s voice cracked, wobblier than he would have liked. His knee still bounced on the wooden stool, trying to down his beer so he’d loosen up, enough to not shake so much but not too much- he couldn’t risk getting too drunk.

“Yeah.” You nodded, tipping the rim of the martini glass to your lips, your lipstick stain printed on the rim. Eddie had never been so envious of a glass.

“Really good. Excellent choice.” You praised, leaving Eddie blushing under your sweet words. “What’s this called again?”

“Uh, a casio- no cosmo.” Eddie stuttered, fingers drumming on the sticky wood of the table top. “I’ll be honest, I just asked Katrina to make somethin’ good for you.”

“Well, my compliments to Katrina.” You giggled, sliding the glass towards Eddie. “You want a taste?”

His heart jumped, eyes focused on the lipstick stain on the rim. The thought of putting his lips where yours were, it was too much for him, sending his body into overdrive. “S-Sure,” Eddie swallowed, picking the glass up. His lips barely brushing where your lipstick was, casual enough that he hoped you wouldn’t see the tremble in his hands.

The vodka burned down his throat, singed his nose, swirling with the sweetness of the mixer. “Mm,” Eddie swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Shit, that is good.”

You grinned, hands brushing when you took your drink back, both of your chins ducking with nervous excitement. There was a pause, a dreaded fill of silent tension falling between the two of you.

Say something, Munson. Fucking say something, anything. But he couldn’t, he could barely form a thought. His mind cruelly wandered back to her, the night playing on a humiliating loop in the back of his head.

“So,” You saved him, head lolling sweetly in your hand, a little drunk, a little silly. “You know if you wanted to take me out, you didn’t have to switch shifts with Brenda.”

Eddie’s heart stopped, halted with thundering fear, body stilling. “W-What?” Eddie managed to squeeze the word through his tightening throat.

Your lips tightened in a smile, fingertips tracing over the wood table. “Brenda told me about how you took her shift.” You admitted. “That you probably did it so you could ask me out.”

Eddie’s cheeks flamed, the familiar ringing crescendoing in the back of his mind. Chrissy’s face morphing into yours, her look of horror and disgust taking over your own features. “I would never be with you, you’re a fucking freak! Do you hear me? Leave me alone! You’re a freak!”

“Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to- I just meant,” Nerves blossomed in your own veins, hands wringing under the table. “I-I meant, you didn’t have to take her shift. I woulda-” Eddie blinked, eyes still wide, rounded like he’d been caught. “I would have gone out with you anyways.”

Eddie’s body halted again, the raging screams of Chrissy, the deafening ringing in his ears, all stilled at your soft tone. “Y-You would’ve?” Eddie whispered.

“Well, yeah.” You admitted, eyes cutting sweetly up to him. “I mean, yeah, I would have. You’re always sweet, and nice, and funny, and- yeah, I would’ve gone out with you. I’m having a really good time.”

Eddie thought he might float away. His heart, his head filled with such a light, airy feeling that he’d gone positively boneless. “I-I’m having a good time too.” He ducked his head down, hoping you couldn’t see the rushing flush of red on his cheeks.

“How did you-” Eddie stopped himself, taking a breath so his mind could still. He couldn’t ramble, his ramblings got him in trouble, showed too much. “Did Brenda tell you?” Eddie’s knee bounced faster, trying to stop his hands from twirling his rings around, nervous fidgeting.

You smiled softly. “Yeah,” You nodded softly. “I mean, I brought up that we were going… out tonight. And she just kinda mentioned it.” You paused, looking down at your drink, twirling the black straw around the glass. An unsure pause filled the two of you, awkwardly floating around you in still uncertainty.

“She, uh- Brenda, she said she used to date your uncle?” You tried again, stomach flipping, filling with dread. This was a mistake, you’d hoped that cynical voice nagging in the back of your head would have been wrong.

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, calculated breaths, deep in, deep out, trying to calm his jolted nerves. The long drink you took didn’t help, looking around at the other bar patrons awkwardly. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Munson, get your head out of your fuckin’ ass, and do this right! Planned this shit for weeks, and now you’re gonna fuck it all up.

“They dated for a while.” Eddie added, picking up his own beer. His hands shook when he lifted the bottle to his lips. “I, uh, I had just moved in with my uncle when they started dating.”

“Are they still dating?” You pressed, hoping to keep the conversation going.

“No,” Eddie shook his head lightly. “No, they broke up like years ago, but uh, she’s always been nice to me. Got me this job, so…” Eddie threw his hands out slightly, knee bouncing rapidly.

Your eyes cut away, back down to your drink, twiddling with the straw awkwardly. Eddie’s ribs were constricting in the tightness of his own chest, sure the bones were about to tear through flesh. His hands clammy, fingers swelling around the silver rings on his fingers.

“She, uh- Brenda, she was kinda like a second mom to me, after my mom,” Eddie’s throat tightened, eyes on the ring of condensation left behind by his beer. “After she passed.”

“Oh,” Your face fell, eyes rounding sympathetically- a look he’d grown so used to, but seeing it on your features didn’t leave quite the same acidic disdain in his mouth. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that.” Your teeth tugged on your lip.

“Yeah, it’s not- it’s fine. I mean, it was a while ago.” Eddie’s knee shook, sure he was rattling off the barstool’s laddering step. “Anyways, I went to live with my Uncle for a while a-and he was with Brenda. She’s always looking out for me.” Always, even when she shouldn’t, Eddie’s mind said what he didn’t, ringing loud in his thoughts.

“That’s good. That you have her.” You smiled softly, Eddie’s heart soared. “She’s really nice. I like working with her a lot.”

“Yeah, me too.” Eddie nodded, the tightness in his chest easing, even at the pause. “What about you?”

Your eyes met his with an unsettling suddency, wide and urgent. Eddie’s brow raised before he could still it. “W-What?” Your stuttering squeak piqued his interests, sending him soaring into bouts of curiosity.

“I mean, what about your family? Back home?” Eddie’s tone was level, an uneasy kind of calmness that left you consumed with vulnerability.

“O-Oh,” Your hands twisted under the table, picking the black polish that smudged over your cuticles. “It’s not much, honestly.”

Eddie nodded slowly, eyes scanning your features. The way you swallowed anxiously, chewing the inside of your lip. “Fucked up home life?” Eddie grinned playfully. Your eyes lifted back to him. “Sorry, that was- I’m just saying, I get it. You don’t have to tell me, but if you ever wanted someone to talk to, it doesn’t get more dysfunctionally fucked than the Munson’s.”

“No, it’s not that.” You shook your head gently. “No, I’m- I was really close with my family. I just, I don’t get to see them much now anymore.”

Eddie swallowed his words, the urge to jump and demand to know more, to scare you with his prying. He couldn’t do that, not again. Girls didn’t like that, he’d learned that.

Instead he stayed silent, watching you fidget around. “I-I moved when I was eighteen.” Your eyes stayed on the table. “I, uh, I moved with my… They didn’t want me to leave. They wanted me to stay and go to college. My dad really wanted me too, and-and when I didn’t… We just kinda lost contact?” The words tumbled out of you, lungs squeezing them out, wringing them from your chest like a soapy rag.

“I used to talk to my mom a lot, but… I don’t know. It got kinda weird, ya know?” Your own knee bounced now, eyes rounding to his, in a face that was all too familiar.

“My mom, she was just really hard on me. I-I don’t think she meant to be, but…” Visions of Chrissy’s same troubled face meshed with yours, her words ringing like sirens in his mind.

“Yeah, no, I get that.” Eddie swallowed, blinking hard to get her face off of yours. Insulting, Munson, comparing her to you.

“So, you don’t talk to them much anymore?” Eddie pressed.

Your head shook. “No, I-I mean I’m sure they would if I would call.” Your heart drummed in your ears. “T-They don’t know how to reach me, so… I’d have to call them, a-and it’s just a mess.”

Eddie’s spine tingled, icy pricklings of curiosity. Your parents didn’t know? Didn’t know you moved all alone? You said you were close, had pictures of them in your bedroom, but why? What weren’t you telling him?

Eddie didn’t pry, simply nodding, grabbing his beer. “No, I get that.” He nodded. “I get the messy thing.” You lifted your own drink, gulping down the rest of it, wincing at the burn of vodka down your throat.

Silence fell over the two of you again, a lingering awkwardness in the air that had Eddie’s stomach turning.

Whoever called alcohol liquid courage, might’ve been a genius; Eddie had decided that. Three beers in, his hand was on your waist, head banging and rocking with you in the middle of the crowd. Surprisingly full and packed tonight, Eddie was thankful, it broke up some of the uncomfortableness. It only took your two more drinks to fully loosen up, teetering on tipsy and breaking open a new side of you to Eddie that he was enthralled with.

Giggly and sweet and chatty and so touchy. You’d grabbed his hand, pulled him into the crowd, shoulders brushing and wiggling through the others to get near the front.

“They’re really good!” You screamed over the roar of the music, turning towards Eddie.

“Yeah?” Eddie yelled back, his hand still ghosting over your waist, the band of your jeans. “You like it?”

“Yeah!” You giggled, lips spreading in a wide smile. “I-I’m having a really good time!”

Eddie’s heart skipped, maybe stopped all together. He was thankful for the dim lighting, that his blush was hidden by it. “Me too.” Eddie’s voice cracked. “I-I’m having a really good time, too.”

You smiled, arms thrown around his neck in a sloppy, silly way that had his knees tightening, weakened under your smile. Your eyes flickering down to his lips, teeth catching and rolling your own. Eddie was sure you could feel his heart thundering through his veins, his own hands gripping your waist rigidly.

You were teasing him, playful, but agonizing. Head swaying in then back, closer and closer to him. Noses nearly touching, an almost brush that had Eddie’s blood rushing to his cock. Tongue running over his own lips, his head inched closer to yours, your lips barely brushing his.

“Eddie?” His body ran still, rigid at the voice.

“Eddie Munson?” Your lips fell in a pout, arms slacking around Eddie, slipping off his frame. Brows furrowed at the blonde in front of you, though she wasn’t interested in looking at you, eyes in a nearly challenging glare at Eddie.

“H-Hey, Tammy.” Eddie’s hands slid down your waist, shoulder moving in front of you. “What are you doing here?”

Tammy’s lips twitched in a fake smile that came off more like a snarl. “Jason knows the drummer. Plus, it’s half on buckets during the show.” Her eyes scowled over his frame. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

Eddie’s heart stopped, a clammy chill blanketing his skin. “Yeah, hey, it was good to see yo-”

“-I haven’t seen you since you showed up at Chrissy’s place.” Tammy sneered.

You blinked, brows furrowed, trying to lean in to hear the conversation. Eddie’s body tilted, trying to shield you out of the way.

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, taking a slow inhale to calm his racing mind, spiraling at the memory of her, Tammy’s words, you behind him. The trilling ring made its way back into his ears, vision spotting with a black vinaigrette.

“So how is Chrissy?” Tammy’s eyes slanted in a predatory challenging glare.

Eddie swallowed, fists balling beside him. “I don’t know, Tammy.” He sneered through his own gritted teeth. “She dumped me. I’m sure you know that-”

“-Yeah, I heard that.” Tammy scoffed. “But what I think is so strange, is right after she packs up and leaves? To go stay with her aunt?”

“I’m sure her parents made her go to college up there. That’s all they wanted for her anyways.” Eddie snapped, much more territorial than he meant it to. Your heart dropped at his tone, the anger in his eyes, jaw clenched. Taking a step back, you moved back into the crowd, chest tightening, desperate for air.

Eddie’s eyes cut to you, stepping towards you. Tammy sidestepped in his way, blocking him. “Cut the bullshit, Munson. I know you did something to her.”

“What?” Eddie snapped. “Can you leave me-”

“-No. She moves and doesn’t tell anyone? You expect me to believe that? Buy that bullshit?”

“Maybe she didn’t like you, Tammy.” Eddie barked, eyes blown with a crazed anger that had her flinching. “Maybe you two weren’t as fucking close as you thought? Huh?” Eddie took a step towards her.

“And before you start accusin’ me of shit, why don’t you fuckin’ think about what you’re saying. You think her parents wouldn’t have called the police, led a fucking man hunt if she disappeared or something? Huh?” Eddie spat, heat creeping in a flush up his neck. His eyes cut to you, scampering towards the table, fumbling with your coat.

Eddie’s heart lurched, turning back to Tammy. Ears ringing, seeing red- red all over her, splotchy on his vision. Her eyes wide in fear she tried to hide, rigid and cowering in the crowd over his looming figure. “Thought you were supposed to be smart. Valedictorian or whatever.” Eddie sneered in a scoff, stomping away from her.

He tore through the crowds, uncaring of the huffs of anger or annoyance from the others. Tunnel visioned in a determined glare, set on you. You, spine stiff, stuttering steps towards the exit.

Ruined. Ruined, it’s fucking ruined. Fucking Tammy, ruined everything. Everything you worked for, Munson. It’s over. Done. Again.

“Hey,” Eddie took a bounding step towards you, heart hammering in his chest. Your shoulders tensed, not turning back. “Hey, where’re you going?” He tried to keep his voice light, void of the frantic tightness he was feeling in his chest. His hand touched your shoulder, pulling away when you flinched away.

Your eyes were blown, meeting his with a look of positive terror. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Sorry about that. She- We went to high school, and-and she was friends with my ex, a-and- Are you ok?” Eddie’s brows creased, cutting down to your trembling hands, shaking even in the tight knuckled grip around your jacket.

“I-I I need to go outside.” You stammered, chest constricting your airways. “I just, I-I need some air.”

“Ok. Let me grab my jacket and-”

“-That’s alright.” You said quickly. “I just- I-I’m sorry.” Your chin ducked to your chest, you tore through the crowded tables, the gathering at the bar towards the exit.

“Shit,” Eddie hissed, turning back to the high top you’d been sitting at, his leather jacket still on the back of the chair. He dashed towards the table, running through the bar, uncaring of the bouncer’s booming warnings, pushing out the doors.

The parking lot was empty, no sight of you on the wall, next to the other smokers, or by his van. Eddie’s hands went to his hair, fists balling around the hair there. “Shit, shit, shit.” She’s gone. You scared another one away, Munson. No, I-I can’t. It can’t end like this. I won’t let it. I could go to her house, I-I’ll go to her house- And do what? Break in. How’d that work the last time, you fucking idiot-

“Hey, man,” A bartender wearing the Hideout’s black tee called, smoke spilling out of his mouth with the words. “You lookin’ for a girl? She ran out here cryin.”

Eddie’s heart leapt, nodding furiously. “Yeah, yeah, did you see her? Where’d she go?”

The man nodded around the corner. “I asked her if she was alright, but… She seemed real upset. Didn’t want to make it worse.” His eyes rolled over Eddie’s figure. “You might wanna go check on her.”

“I will. Thank you. Thank you.” Eddie’s legs felt like jelly, numb with every bounding step on the graveled pavement. He rounded the corner of the building, hearing you before he could see you.

A shaky exhale, ghosting with the hint of a cry. He found you, back against the brick, sitting on the grass, head tilting up high, shoulders fighting the shake of a cry with every long inhale and deep exhale you took.

Eddie stilled. He had to be careful, only one chance, one shot to fix this.

“Hey,” Eddie said, wincing at how you jumped, eyes shooting open. “Hey, no, I-I didn’t mean to scare you. I-I was just coming to check on you.”

Your eyes shone, lip wobbling with a cry. “I-I’m sorry.” You croaked, chest rising and falling rapidly.

Eddie paused. Sorry? He had expected you to scream, to try and run, call him a freak like Chrissy had. Anything but sorry.

“I-I’m sorry-y. I-I didn’t-” You gasped for a strangled breath. “I-I’m fine-”

“-Hey,” Eddie crouched towards you, knees sinking in the cool grass beside you. “Are you ok? What’s going on?”

Tears leaked down the corner of your eyes when you squeezed them shut, head shaking. “I-I’m sorry. I-I’m so s-sorry.” You sniffled, a broken, breathy cry tearing from your chest.

“You don’t need to be sorry. Hey, c’mon, you-you gotta relax ok. Breathe? Can you- Can you breathe?” Eddie’s hand found your shoulder gently, rubbing the soft material of your shirt. “Just try to relax. Deep breaths, in. Innnn… Yeah, then outttt.”

You followed his breaths, shoulders still shuddering under his touch even as your cries calmed, aftershocks of emotion he wasn’t sure where it came from.

Eddie waited, watched you carefully until your eyes met his, sheepish and a little embarrassed, glassy from tears and the liquor you’d had. “You alright?” Eddie asked carefully, cringing at the way your shoulders tensed. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean for her to upset you.”

You continued to breathe, eyes closing in controlled, timed breaths. Eddie’s own heart picked up. “I-I don’t know what you heard, b-but she’s full of shit, ya know? She’s always been just… She’s never liked me. Even in high school, she used to pick on me and shit. I-I didn’t- I don’t know why she did that tonight. Probably saw me with you, a-and wanted to start shit or-or whatever.” Eddie rambled anxiously.

Your eyes met his, still rounded but less wide, lacking as much terror as they did before. “That’s why you yelled?” You asked. “That’s why you were upset?”

“Yeah, I-I mean, yeah.” Eddie watched you carefully, studying every tiny quip in your features. “I-I shouldn’t have. I-I don’t normally get pissed like that, but… I don’t know. I just felt like I was back in high school, ya know?” Eddie sat next to you, his own head leaning against the brick.

“Felt like they were just picking on the freak again because they can. Thought we’d leave that shit in highschool but… I don’t know. They never do.” Eddie sighed slowly, shoulders slumping next to yours.

“I don’t… I don’t usually lose my shit like that. I try not to even give them a reaction, it’s just… My ex, she-she was friends with them. Popular and all that, and when we started dating, they’d just- they were so mean. They’d say stuff and-and she’d get embarrassed of-of me.” Eddie turned towards you, eyes soft, shining with a vulnerability that made your heart ache.

“She never wanted people to know. Never wanted to be seen with me because they’d say mean shit like that. And I’d let them, I’d try to ignore it for her, but she… She couldn’t ignore it.” Eddie muttered. “She gave in. Broke up with me and started telling them all this crazy shit. Trying to cover up that… I don’t know- that we were actually together? That she wanted to date me. Easier to blame the freak than tell people we were together, I guess.”

Your eyes met his, hesitantly. “I-I’m sorry.” You whispered, voice cracking. “That’s… That’s really mean.”

Eddie shrugged. “Yeah, well, I’m used to it.” He muttered, looking down at the small patch of grass between the two of you. “Well, I guess I’m not as used to it as I thought I was.” Eddie muttered, eyes lifting to yours sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to cause a scene. To scare you. I-I would never-”

“- No, I-I know.” You shook your head lightly. “I’m just… I get weird.” Your own chin ducked towards the ground. “I get weird with fighting and stuff.”

Eddie stilled, watching you twist a blade of grass between your hands. “Guess we have the ex thing in common, too.” You muttered. “My ex-boyfriend… He’d get really mean sometimes. Just really angry.”

I’ll kill him. Eddie swallowed down the threat- no, the promise. Swallowing back his fierce anger.

“He-He never, like, hit me or anything, you know? It was weird, because there wasn’t any physical evidence or anything. I couldn’t go to the police for him yelling at me, but it just- it still really hurt.” Your voice cracked, lip wobbling at the memories. “That’s why I don’t talk to my parents. I moved with him, ignored them because they told me not to, and then… They were right, I guess. Just can’t really bring myself to call them and tell them that. Tuck my tail between my legs and go back. So I came here.”

“I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered. Your eyes met his. “No, I-I’m sorry, that’s- I’m sorry.” Eddie said sincerely, his hand brushing over yours.

“It’s okay-”

“-It’s not, and… And I’m really sorry.” Eddie nodded gently. “I didn’t mean to yell. I shouldn’t have let her get to me-”

“-No, Eddie, i-it’s fine, really-”

“-I didn’t mean to ruin our date. End the night like this.” Eddie ran a hand down his face. “This is not- I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would end just fucked like this.”

You paused for a moment, head still spinning with the liquor, with emotion, dizzily. You’d blame it on that, credit that dizziness for your courage. “It doesn’t have to end like this.” You whispered.

Eddie stilled, eyes cutting to you carefully. You still toyed with the grass, eyes lifting sweetly to him. “We… We could go back to my place? I-I think I still have a movie I haven’t returned.”

Eddie’s wheels squealed when they pulled out of the Hideout’s parking lot, desperately back to your apartment.

Eddie was sure he was dreaming. Sitting on your couch, your apartment smelled just like he remembered, even better when you lit the candle on your coffee table, making a mental note of the name. He’d go buy it in bulk tomorrow, fill his apartment with them burning in every room just so he could feel closer to you.

You’d moved into his lap halfway through the movie, inching closer with every passing frame of Julia Roberts and Patrick Bergine until you straddled him. Eddie burned under your gaze, your hands back on his shoulders, sliding slowly towards his neck.

“Hi,” You whispered, tilting your head gently to the side, lip rolling beneath your teeth.

“Hi,” Eddie croaked, swallowing the thick lump in his throat.

“Is it ok if I do this?” You whispered, the glow of the TV illuminating your mussed hair. Eddie thought it looked like a halo, angelic above him.

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded dumbly. C’mon, get your shit together. You’ve almost got it, Munson.

His hands slid over your hips, setting on the small of your waist, where the band of your jeans hugged, squeezing the flesh gently, feeling you beneath his hands. You were really here, he was really here, with you. Living proof, right between his fingertips that this was no dream.

You leaned forward, a hand brushing back his curly bangs. “What’s this?” You muttered, fingertip ghosting over the jagged scar across his forehead.

“Bike wreck of seventy-six.” Eddie answered cooly, voice raspy and low in the dim light of your apartment. “Thought I could pop a wheelie on concrete. Didn’t go well.”

“Hm,” You sighed, lips twitching in a small grin. “You were a little dare devil, hm?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. His hands slid down your waist, hoping you couldn’t feel his heart hammering. “Still can be, sometimes.” His lashes batted up at you, squeezing the fatty flesh of your ass.

You squealed, Eddie’s heart leapt- he’d made the right move. Your eyes caught his, pinning him with your gaze, a delicacy of anticipation fell between the two of you. Who would break it? Make the first move?

Eddie’s fingers pressed into your jeans, a hand sliding up your back, pressing to the middle of your spine, bowing you forward toward him. Your hand on his neck, fingers splaying out over his jaw, lips connecting in a sweet kiss. Eddie felt like he was melting, a warm, gooey puddle underneath you.

Hands grabbing at the other, fevered and desperate, your hips rocking with his, brushing over his tenting zipper. Eddie could taste the wine on your lips, the glass of reisling you’d poured for the two of you before you’d put in the movie. “Since I killed the buzz before,” You’d shrugged at him sheepishly. He assured you, you hadn’t, still he was thankful for it, especially now. Now that he was loosened, far less critical of his every move.

Fumbling hands that pulled at his t-shirt, your jeans, Eddie flipping you over on the couch, hovering over you on the faded floral pattern of the couch. “You- We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” Eddie whispered, his hands still toying with the button of your jeans. “I don’t want you to think I-I, like, only wanted this. I don’t- I mean, I do, I just… I want you in other ways too.”

You blushed, a sheepish smile under him. It was your turn to melt, to turn to putty under his gaze. “I know.” You whispered, black painted nails scratching down his forearms, over the etching of the puppet master. “I want to do this.” Your eyes lifted to his. “I trust you. I want to do this with you.”

It was exactly what he wanted to hear, you knew that, the darkened grin on his face confirmed it further. Your own hands fumbling with your jeans, wiggling them down your thighs while Eddie tore his t-shirt off above you, flinging it onto the floor.

You’d gone for a lacy, high cut thong tonight. Pale pink, frilly, if Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d think you planned this. That you planned to sleep with him. Maybe you thought about him the way he did you. Pictures of you flooded his mind, your hand sneaking between your thighs in the middle of the night, whimpering out his name.

You didn’t expect Eddie to drop to his knees, pulling your body towards the end of the couch, thighs on his shoulders. He made a show of taking off your panties, a slow tug dragging them down your bare legs.

“Holy shit,” Eddie rasped, heart beating in his ears. You giggled nervously, pressing your hands over your eyes. “Look at you.”

“Stop.” You whined in playful embarrassment, thighs pressing together.

“No, it’s- fuck.” Eddie swallowed his words, swallowed down the urge to tell you it was better than he imagined. Don’t be creepy, Munson.

“I gotta have a taste. Can-Can I have a taste?” Eddie’s eyes rounded towards yours, bright with excitement. “That alright with you? Let me make you feel good? Have a little taste?”

Your body burned, with lust maybe excitement, you weren’t sure. Your tiny nod was all he needed, spreading your thighs open, settling between your legs. You pushed up on your arms, looking down the valley of your sternum towards him.

Plush lips pressing kisses to your thighs, a teasing kiss to your mound that had you whimpering, aching and pulsing between the legs. Eddie’s eyes stayed on yours as he licked a long, slow stripe through your slit. Better than he imagined, so much fucking better.

Eyes rolling back, his fingertips dug into your thighs, nose pressed to your slick, he wanted to suffocate himself in your cunt. Better than anything he’d ever tasted before, he was a man starved, determined to devour you entirely- you were convinced he might. Teetering on the edge of experienced and enamored, your back arched, body twisting under his tongue. Whines and cries of pleasure filled the air, a crescendoing melody to the triumphant symphony Eddie was feeling in his veins, rushing with red hot pride.

It was paradise, better than his wildest dreams.

When you took him in your own mouth, sweetly grinning at him before giving a kitten lick to his leaking head, he was sure nothing would be better than this. This was his peak, everything he’d ever wanted and more. Better than Chrissy, than Tabitha, than anyone.

You brought him to your room, let him press your thighs back, spread you open again. He couldn’t help the cry of pleasure that spilled out when he slid into you, it just felt so right. Beyond pleasure, though it was plenty pleasurable, it felt flawless, ethereal.

Better than anything he could have imagined when he saw you weeks ago from his van, your car packed up full of boxes and suitcases tied on top. In a tiny pair of cut off shorts, moving everything in the warm sunshine.

How was he to know that all those weeks ago, after he’d watched you apply for jobs at the diners and boutiques, that when he’d put a help wanted flier on your door for Turtle’s, that it would lead to this. His mind could have never dreamt this, that you’d be this perfect, fit so perfectly with him.

No, this was fate, Eddie was sure of it. Cosmic fate. Chrissy and the others, they were only parading as the real thing, he’d just convinced himself it was when it was merely a disguise. But you, you were the real deal. Eddie decided it, when he settled in the sheets next to you, arms around your frame, staring out the window of your room.

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In Your Head: Part Two

Summary: When you head to Hawkins for your cousin's funeral, you didn't expect to be roped into saving the world. To be fair- you didn't expect her to interrupt her own funeral either.

Pairings: Chrissy Cunningham x cousin! reader, Billy Hargrove x friend! reader

Warnings: One swear word, reader insults themselves

Word count: 800

Note: Sorry that these are so short!

Part Three is here

Italics is the reader’s thoughts

As your foot made contact with the ground just outside the front door of the church a chill tingled through your body. Instinctively, your arms drew closer to your chest.

Leave it to the weather.

You scoffed quietly as you heard the door click shut, walking a few steps forward before haphazardly glancing behind you. The man you’d bumped into on your way out had given you a strange look- and while you couldn’t care less due to your current situation you didn’t want to be interrupted.

Giving yourself the internal all-clear you began your obligatory walking around the building. Your gaze swept left and right, up and down- every so often glancing behind you to make sure nobody was following you. After the fifth loop, you came to the conclusion that there was absolutely no one else outside.

You groaned.

See? I knew it, this is just stupid. She’s dead, she’s gone. Just go back inside and forget about it.

You couldn’t tell if a sigh or a sob left your mouth as you made your way towards the wall you were following. Abandoning all care for your appearance, you plopped onto the dirt and allowed the back of your skull to rest on the brick. A tear, hot and heavy, dripped from your cheek.

You’re so stupid y/n.

You shook your head quickly, attempting to erase the thought from your mind.

Maybe I should at least try. I saw her, heard her. She deserves someone who would try.

You drug your legs closer to yourself, drawing in a deep breath. Your eyes fluttered shut as you imagined Chrissy. The sight of her just a few moments ago- tangled blonde hair sticking up in numerous directions, eye shadow smudged into rings around her eyes- was burned into your subconscious. A static sensation crept up the back of your skull, branching upwards from around the base of your neck. You scrunched your face slightly, the unusual sensation lingering for a brief moment before ultimately fading away. Hesitantly, you blinked your eyes open before glancing around.

Nothing.

Still nothing.

Then, you could feel everything.

Your entire body tensed as a violent tremor ripped into you, muscles tensing as you shook. You could feel your breath being choked from you, heart hammering rapidly in your chest. Your eyes widened in alarm as you threw yourself forward, ignoring the pain from landing on a stray rock in favor of whirling around fast enough to nearly send you to the ground once more. Your jaw dropped open as your line of sight connected with a pair of familiar blue eyes.

Holy shit, I was sitting on her. Or would the proper term be through her?

You stumbled backwards as Chrissy rushed forward into you, desperately clinging onto your clothes. Her grip strength was startlingly strong, and as you shuffled the two of you out of sight of the parking lot you could feel a damp spot growing on your clothes. Her frantic sobs tossed her entire body, and the only thing you knew to do was cradle her.

“I have so much to tell you.”

Chrissy’s voice was barely audible over the noises of the wide life, as if nervous she’d spook you like one would a deer. You smiled softly as you tilted your head slightly- nodding at her to begin.

She spilled everything she could- from the drug deal to the game to Eddie to being trapped inside her own mind. Somewhere during her tale the two of you once again found yourselves sitting on the ground, but that was inconsequential compared to the words tumbling from her mouth. When she finished, you could only find the strength to stare at her.

She grabbed onto your hand tightly, searching your face for answers.

“So… you’re telling me that there’s a monster or something attacking Hawkins?”

You tried to keep all doubt from your voice, yet cringed anyway as a tad bit slipped out. You pinched the bridge of your nose as yet another sigh escaped your lips.

“This is crazy.”

Chrissy’s iron grip on your hand somehow tightened even more, fear clouding her face. You opened your mouth to explain that you weren’t going to leave her side anytime soon, only to be interrupted by Chrissy’s soft voice once more.

“Not as crazy as you talking to me.”

You chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“That’s fair.”

Silence enveloped the two of you as you wracked your brain for a course of action. How were you supposed to go about this- you weren’t police, and saying you spoke with the deceased wouldn’t get you far.

How on earth would I explain this?

Chrissy’s other hand shot forward, haphazardly grasping at your shoulder.

“Let’s go to Eddie Munson’s house. Maybe we’ll find some clues there.”

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Angry Heart | Eddie Munson x fem!reader (Prologue)

Summary: Your best friend Chrissy Cunningham always got everything she ever wanted, even you new friend and crush Eddie Munson. When Chrissy does the unthinkable, Eddie is left to pick up the pieces alone... or is he?

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson x Reader (eventually), reader and Chrissy are friends but have a fallout. Minimal usage of Y/N

Series warnings: MDNI 18 +, Smut, fluff and angst (everything all rolled into one beautiful shit show), mentions of drugs and alcohol being consumed, overall adult language and theme. By clicking the read more, you agree that you are over 18! Ageless and minor blogs who interact will be blocked.

Word count: ~4.7k

A/N: this story is the weird brainchild of me getting a little inebriated and remembering how my divorced parents met and I was inspired. This is my first fic ever and I know it is NOT GOOD, but feedback is always appreciated. This is just the prologue to set up some context for our characters. I have a rough plan as to where this story is going to go but I am so open to suggestions!! Thanks for reading y'all.

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September 1985

Chrissy Cunningham was always perfect. And it was even more annoying because she was pretty, popular and nice to everyone she made eye contact with. That is also why you had been best friends since junior high when you both joined the dance team. When high school hit, she projected herself into the popular group by revolving your high school experience around cheerleading and the popular girls, where you happily sacrificed some of your valuable reputation to pursue both cheer and drama club. Chrissy was always there even though you were seen as less desirable as the other girls on the team. Even if she was in the back row, she would always be at your productions and would happily cheer you on.

Although she was your best friend, she scared you a lot. She was on the path to a scholarship to her dream school, to getting scooped up by some picture perfect person and getting married and having her dream job. She would stay hot and pretty and perfect forever and as you were approaching graduation, you often worried about what was next for you - terrified of peaking in high school and amounting to nothing. Worried about not finding your own group of people, your own scholarship, and your own path laid out neatly like Chrissy’s was.

Eddie Munson, however, was the opposite of perfect. If Chrissy was a sparkling smooth personality, Eddie was a jagged edge that very few people appreciated. He was a repeat senior who dealt drugs to all of Hawkins’ youth and was unapologetically apathetic to the restraints that were supposedly placed on the senior class of ‘86. So when he happily worked sound for the drama club in exchange for free rentals for his DND club, many drama kids turned their noses up at him; except for you. You happily sat next to him at your first drama club meeting. There was something magnetic about him. From that first time you met him, you were determined to get to know him better. Your intuitions told you that he was going to be more than a background character in your own story.

Two friends from opposite circles, opposite ends of the spectrum. As you and Chrissy left the gym fussing over new uniforms and team drama, Eddie was on the other side of the school picking his lunch kit out of the garbage, nursing a new black eye; and a freshman on his left pacing a rut into the hallway.

“Last time I stick up for you, Henderson. I swear to god…you’re lucky I have extra shirts in the drama storage.” The metalhead mumbled. His dark curls pulled back into a low bun as he dug further into the garbage can.

“How was I supposed to know that it was Jason behind me? I didn’t mean to fall into him!” Dustin pouted. Eddie had picked him off the floor after Jason Carver had poured his gatorade down his Hellfire shirt. Eddie would never admit it, but as much as he loved his precious club, he cared for his freshmen recruits more. Jason, being the captain of the basketball team, and therefore the resident asshole, gave Eddie the shiner for his troubles, and threw his stuff in the garbage as an extra favor. You rounded the corner with Chrissy as you saw the two boys, both looking worse for wear.

“Hey Ed - Oh my god your face!” You gasped as he turned around after finally fishing his lunch kit out of the trash.

“You should see the other guy” Eddie chuckled, and winced

“What other guy?” When he does not respond to your question you turn to the freshman who looks like he has seen a ghost.

“J-Jason Carver. Eddie was just trying to save my ass.” Dustin squeaked, his eyes glued to his sneakers.

“Come with me”. You grab his hand and lead him to the girls locker room. Chrissy hot on your trails.

After investigating to ensure no one else was in the changeroom, you lock the door and sit Eddie down on a bench while you enter the small infirmary to retrieve the first aid kit. Chrissy keeps her distance, but sits down beside him and flashes him a polite smile. Eddie feels a pang in his heart as he feels his cheeks start to burn red. Chrissy lets out a small giggle.

“That’s really brave what you did for that kid” Chrissy praised.

“Ahh, there is no way Henderson would be able to take on that meathead. I gotta take care of my minions.”

Chrissy laughs again, almost too loud. As you pace back to the two of them, you feel like an intruder. You clear your throat and both of them look away, blushing furiously. You take a long sigh as you open the first aid kit to find the ice pack and a bandaid for the small cut that has formed on Eddie’s cheekbone. He winces while you stick the bandaid on and you gently place the ice pack over his eye. His brown eyes glued to Chrissy’s as you tended to him. Once you finished, you cleaned up and the three of you returned to the bustling hallways of Hawkins High.

“Thanks for the help sweetheart. I just wish this was a spiderman bandage or something.” Sweetheart.

“Don’t sweat it Eddie. I’ll see you in rehearsal later” you smiled. Chrissy eyed Eddie up and down as you said your goodbyes and Eddie turned around to go to his next class.

“I never realized how much of a charmer Eddie Munson is,” Chrissy pondered. You felt a pit in your stomach. As much as you loved Chrissy, Eddie was your friend first. So many of your teammates had put Chrissy as a priority over you, and you always felt like a drifter between drama and cheer - seeing as you felt you didn’t totally feel like you belonged in either.. Eddie was finally a person that you thought was yours, something that Chrissy couldn’t influence, someone that finally didn’t care about your background or where you fit on the food chain. But, lo and behold, it seems that everyone falls under the high school spell and everything always seems to be too good to be true for you.

“Yeah, he’s a cool guy I guess. He does the sound for the drama club apparently he’s got a knack for music. Walked into him playing some Black Sabbath on the guitar in the drama room.” You tried to retort calmly, but your hands were trembling.

“Black Sabb -?Hmph. I think that is going to give me yet another reason to go to the drama room… Since he seems to be good with his hands” Chrissy giggled and intertwined her arm with yours, leading you to your shared math class.

“Chris, please don’t just play with this one, I do really like him. I think he could be a really good friend.” Friend.

“That’s totally fine! Nothing’s gonna happen. I guess I just realized how cute he was…Maybe I should ask him to come watch us at the next game, or hang out…afterwards” Chrissy winks at you

“You’d be better off setting up a deal with him” you poke. She giggles as you both take your seats.

You could barely focus in math, mind racing about how much Chrissy and Eddie bothered you. Was it really just the idea of him and Chrissy being better friends than you? Or were you jealous? That’s ridiculous because you liked Eddie as a friend. Just a friend. Chrissy could go out with Eddie all she wants. You aren’t the boss of her - or him for that matter. Then why are you stuck on the way your heart fluttered when he called you sweetheart? Why were you constantly seeking him out in the hallways?

No. It can’t be. You’re just friends.

October 1985

Your body was radiating with anxiety during afternoon rehearsals.The pit in your stomach had grown to a full ache in your chest whenever you heard Chrissy talk about Eddie. The more you taked with him, the more you wanted to reach out and touch him, to hug him and tell him that he was the greatest, most interesting person you had ever met. But again, everything seems way too good to be true because every time you hung out with Eddie, Chrissy seemed to make her way into conversation.

Eddie was teaching a freshman how to use the new sound board and you could barely get out your lines. All you could think about is Eddie and Chrissy in the locker room. Your performances were so uninspired that Mr. Taylor ended your scene rehearsals early. Your scene partner Eric gave you an apologetic pat as you both reunited with the rest of the drama club. Eddie sauntered up behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“How’s it going superstar?” He leaned his chin on the top of your head.

“Hey Eddie. I’m okay, trouble focusing today. I’m totally flubbing today.”

“Hey, so I had a question for you… about Chrissy”. You tensed up and broke away from him. You turned to face him but could not look him in the eyes.

“Umm, yeah what’s up?” There comes that ache you knew all too well. You could see it happening now, him finally choosing her over you.

“Is she single? What’s the deal? Is she dating any basket boys I should be worried about?” He poked at you nervously. You tried to let a laugh escape to ease the tension but all that came out was an exasperated wince.

“No, she’s single.. Do what you want Ed.” you mumbled. You could feel the tears threatening to well up. You brush past him and pick up your bag to head to the gym. Eddie’s eyes follow you out, but he couldn’t bring himself to go after you. What was your deal?

You trudged off the field after an exasperating practice after an exhausting rehearsal. You were so excited to leave this day in the past, grab some junk from the supermarket with Chrissy and hunker in for an evening of studying. In the locker room, Sarah and Tiffany giggle and look at you and Chrissy.

“Hey Chris, we were wondering if you wanted to come to the mall with us right now. We were going to pick up some outfits for Halloween!” Tiffany briefly meets your gaze and looks back to Chrissy.

“Yeah sure!” the blonde chirped “We would love to! Y/N and I were just going to-”

“Oh, well we only have room for one..” Sarah sneered. Chrissy looks at you with her beautiful brows furrowed into a perfect pout. You knew she wanted to go with them. You felt bad for making Chrissy sacrifice her social standing to hang out with you. You knew she wanted to go, but would never tell you. You decided to take the fall for her… the undesired yet again.

“Yeah, that’s fine, I got lots of homework to do anyways” you brushed off. “I’ll call you later Chris.”

“I’ll come over after!” Chrissy lazily offered as you packed your bag up and left the locker room.

You left with holes in your heart. All you wanted was your people to stay yours. You didn’t understand why that was so difficult.

The shrill ring of your landline woke you from your desk - having fallen asleep while finishing homework. You flopped onto your bed and picked up the phone.

“Hello?” You yawned.

“Babe, I have to tell you about my evening!!” Chrissy squealed, she barely let you greet her.

“Oh, you mean the evening you were supposed to spend with me studying?” you jabbed. You felt bad for taking your insecurities out on Chrissy, but you couldn’t help it.

“Oh come on now. This will make up for it.”

“Alright get on with it then.” You rolled your eyes and rolled on to your back.

“So you will never believe who me, Tiffany and Sarah ran into at the mall!”

“Ummm… John Cusak” You joked dryly.

“No you silly! Eddie!” Chrissy yelped. “And do I have news for you!!”

You jolted up and immediately gave the call your full attention. This could not end well - either for Eddie or you.

“Sarah and Tiffany let you talk to Eddie in public?” you snorted. The insecurity seeping through the receiver.

“Well, kind of. We joked that the party next week would be best with something other than just the alcohol if you know what I mean” you could practically hear Chrissy’s eyebrows wagging. “So they dared me to go set up a deal with him… and I could see him practically drooling over me! I think he might like me, babe. And I think that I really like the fact that he does” she giggles maliciously. Attention. As kind and beautiful as Chrissy was, she was used to the attention, she thrived off of it. It worried you, the fact that there were hordes of guys that had been left in her wake so she could have an ego boost or something to do on a Friday night.

“Chris, are you sure that’s, like, a good idea? What if you really hurt him?”

“Oh come on, Y/N, its just a bit of fun. Nothing serious! So anyways, I went over to his trailer about an hour ago and he asked for my number! Ugh!” Your excitement wasn’t reciprocated like Chrissy had hoped. Her squeals being the only ones that echoed between the two of you.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you excited?” Chrissy questioned.

“I just - you’re both my friends, I just don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“Ugh you worry way too much. It’s just some harmless fun! Loosen up, maybe then you could get some dates yourself!” she chided. You knew she was joking but it was the last blow to your breaking heart “ Anyways, I gotta get off the line just in case he tries to call! Love you!” with that you hear a click and the dead line. You sigh as you put your phone back on the receiver and flop back down onto your pillows.

You always hated halloween. It was an excuse for anyone your age to dress up in some sort of sexy reiteration of some sort of animal or cartoon character and to get sloppy drunk in someone’s trashed house, unbeknownst to their absent parents. That is exactly where you found yourself; Chrissy on one side of the couch, Tiffany on the other, you smooshed in the middle (as per Chrissy’s request) and half of the basketball and cheer team sat in a messy circle on the floor. How you got yourself roped into spin the bottle, you would never know, but your makeshift devil horns were giving you a headache and as much as you loathed blacking out in random people’s houses, you were nursing your fourth drink of the night (and were definitely feeling the buzz). Between the noise of people talking over each other, the blaring music, and Chrissy constantly blabbing about how much time she and Eddie have been spending together, you felt like your brain was going to explode. The only option that you really saw for the evening was to forget all about it like half of the Hawkins High population at the party.

Jason grabbed the empty bottle in the middle of the circle and spun it with vigor. Everyone waited in anticipation to see who would be the lucky girl to get to kiss the king of Hawkins high. The room fell hushed as you looked at the bottle, which was pointing directly at you. You immediately felt like you were going to throw up. Since that day in the hallway with Eddie, you always held some animosity for Jason. The last thing you wanted to do was kiss the guy who went after one of your other best friends. Jason chuckled and elbowed his minions on either side of him, all of them snickering deviously. He stood from his spot and stalked across the circle towards you. You chuckled nervously and went to get out of your spot on the couch.

“Hah, don’t mean to kill the vibe, but suddenly I don’t really feel like playing anymore.” You push yourself off the couch and go to step over some people sitting on the floor but Jason grabbed your wrist. Hard. You felt the world spinning around you, unsure if it was your sudden anxiety, or the alcohol. You could hear the faint whispers of Chrissy and Tiffany behind you, and you were suddenly aware of the 20 pairs of eyes locked on you. You tried to pull away from him with no avail.

“Come on, don’t be a prude. Let me give you the best kiss of your life, seeing as the only person you’ve boned is the freak” He pulled you into his chest and held your face in his hands. He pressed his mouth to yours, trying to weasel his tongue inside your pressed lips. You finally got the strength to push him away with a cry in disgust. You wanted to slap him but your bones now felt like jello and your feet cemented to the floor.

“She hasn’t boned the freak! She hasn’t boned anyone!” Chrissy laughed, not realizing that her retort did more harm than good. You wished the ground would swallow you whole. Finally, you muster your strength to move. You didn’t want any of these assholes to see you cry, to give them the satisfaction.

“Thanks, Chris” you whisper before running out of the room and up the stairs to the crowded living room. You were desperate for some air. Everything around you felt like it was constricting you, choking you. All you could hear was laughter and your vision felt like it was pinholing. You slide out of the front door to sit on the steps. You breathe deeply, looking around to make sure that there was no one around before you let your tears fall.

Chrissy made an attempt to go after you. After rolling her eyes and giving Tiffany a tight smile, she lifter herself off of the couch and pranced up the stairs to the rest of the party. She looked around the scatterings of people, but didn’t see you. She slid her way through the hallway into the kitchen, where her eyes found someone else she had been casually looking for all evening. She stumbled towards a mop of chocolate curls and wrapped her arms around him, hands covering his eyes.

“Guess who?” she slurred.

“Hey pretty girl.” Eddie turned to her to give her a proper embrace but quickly took a step back. “Don’t know if you want to be seen doing that to me right now” he chuckled nervously. Eddie understood what being seen with him meant and as little as he cared for his own reputation, he cared greatly for hers

. Chrissy looked him up and down and fully realized the metal head’s beauty. Pale skin kissed with dark ink, beautiful brown eyes that shone - especially when he talked to her, lean figure and crooked smile. She felt like her brain was going to short circuit.

“You’re right” Chrissy cooed. “Maybe we should go somewhere a little more private so we could talk” She took his hand and led him up the stairs to a quiet hallway full of closed doors. They rounded a corner and they sank down the wall to sit on the floor, Chrissy totally forgetting about her mission to find you and Eddie being blissfully ignorant to your conundrum.

You had collected yourself and knew there was no way you could stay at the party. As much as you loathed going back into the chaos and as angry as you were at Chrissy, you couldn’t allow yourself without letting her know that you were leaving and how angry you were. When reentered the house, the first faces you were met with were Jason and his posse of meatheads. You averted your gaze but heard their snickers anyway. You refused to give him the satisfaction or the tears, so you kept moving, keeping your eyes glued to the linoleum. The tightness of your chest multiplied with the number of rooms you checked where you did not see a perky blonde ponytail. You needed to find Chrissy; you needed to give her a piece of your mind; you needed to leave. But everything was deafening. Things were getting fuzzy. Determined to get a grip and find your friend, you trot up to the top floor of the house, in search of a quiet place to collect yourself. You were met with a long hallway full of closed doors. You continue down the hallway, checking doors to see if you could find a bathroom. When you round the corner of the dim upstairs, your breath gets caught in your throat. You see Eddie sitting on the floor, Chrissy in his lap, their mouths messily mashed together. Everything came tumbling down. The combination of alcohol and shock makes you wrack out a gasp of air. Both Eddie and Chrissy looked up but with very different expressions. Chrissy looked almost proud of her conquest, ignorant to the hurt you were already feeling towards her. Eddie, on the other hand, looked mortified - turning a bright red. The look of betrayal was clear across your own face as tears threatened to fall again.

“Im - I’m going to go.” you don’t wait for either of them to get up. Eddie pushes Chrissy to her feet and gets up to go after you. Chrissy grabs his arm

“Eddie, wait!”

“Chrissy, I am so incredibly sorry, but I need to go make sure she’s okay” He goes to move away from her but she stops him again and pulls him in for a chaste kiss.

“Please don’t let this be the last time we do this” she whispers into his ear and drops his hand. Eddie turns a bright pink and leaves her with a smile.

You trudge through the house, tunnel vision honing in on the front door. The urge to vomit increased tenfold. Eddie catches up to you. You hear him calling out for you but you can’t turn back. Too embarrassed and heart broken (and drunk) to be able to handle what you saw in an unfamiliar place, in front of strangers nonetheless. You swung open the front door and ran down the front steps. Eddie trudges after you, clearly upset about what you had seen. There was no way he was going to let this get between the two of you.

“Y/N Wait” He sounds desperate. You turn to him and roll your eyes.

“What? Is it not what it looks like?” you laugh dryly. “You don’t need to explain anything to me, I’m going home.” You turn to leave. You couldn’t take another person pitying you. You understood where you were on the food chain. Yet another person to think of you as second best to Chrissy.

“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t walk by yourself this late at night.” Eddie chides. The alcohol had finally given you the bravery you had been needing for the past hour.

“Don’t do that. Don’t sweetheart me when you are literally going to go back inside and suck face with my best friend. Just - go. Enjoy the rest of your night Eddie. I’ll be just fine.” The tears freely falling down your cheeks didn’t convince him. He takes a step towards you but you turn to walk away,

“Why are you so angry with me about Chrissy? I thought I didn’t need to explain anything to you, but you seem really fucking mad at me”. Eddie’s words stop you dead in your tracks. He’s angry? With you? Instead of actual vomit, the words that come out of your mouth leave uncontrollably.

“She doesn’t like you Eddie. She likes the attention. She doesn’t like you like I do. She doesn’t care about you like you deserve to be cared about. And she likes the fact that I care about you way too much. Chrissy has to have everything. I can’t have anything to myself, but yet again no one gives a shit about me, about how I feel. How much I care because as long as Chrissy is there, she will always be number one. You are just another conquest for her and ,and she is just using you” You stand your ground, chest heaving. There is a sense of relief that you stood your ground but you immediately knew you said to much.

“E-Eddie, wair-”

“You think that I don’t know that she’s using me?”

“What?”

“Look, Y/N I am really really sorry that you care about me and I am really sorry that you feel that way about Chrissy. But I really like her. So I’m cool if she thinks that she wants to have some fun for now. I’ll let her as long as she’ll have me. Just - please stop caring about me, sweetheart. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I want to be your friend but, fuck -I might be in love with Chrissy. I think I have been for a long time, but just finally let myself feel it..”

You stood in shock. Your heart shattered to a million pieces. Eddie’s did too. He loved having you as a friend and he loved having you in his life, but he couldn’t imagine kissing you like he did Chrissy, taking you on dates like he wanted to with Chrissy, going to prom like he wished he would with Chrissy. Not you.

“Forget we ever had this conversation”. You turned on your heels and walked away. Hoping that Eddie would stop you and tell you that this was all a joke, that you were worth it, that you were his favorite and that he felt the same way about you. And even though being Chrissy’s friend was draining a lot of the time, you did always have her. But everything changed in one night. This is the first night that you have ever felt completely alone. You crossed your arms over your torso and started your walk home.

The next days and weeks went on as normal. Eddie seemingly didn’t tell Chrissy about your conversation because the phone calls never ceased. She still met you by your locker and she still intertwined her arm with yours when you walked. Eddie's gaze was aimed more at Chrissy and nights where you and Eddie normally hung out were now filled with secret rendezvous with the blonde. Although he still acted like your old Eddie, you felt a coldness from him. His smile never seemed genuinely happy and his eyes stopped glowing when he saw you. You kept quiet in efforts not to lose your only true friends at the school, but your shattered heart was refractured after every phone call you got from Chrissy, every detail you heard about their meetups or how soft his hands were or how great his kisses were.. You felt like you were crashing and burning but you kept up your facade to ensure you could salvage your fractured friendship, and every time you hung up your phone, you curled into your pillow and cried because although things were seemingly as they were supposed to be, you had never felt so out of place and isolated in your life.

You were waiting for Chrissy to come over, books sprawled across your kitchen table in anticipation for your study session for your semester finals. She was over an hour late.You sighed as you pulled out your flashcards and started to review in an attempt to salvage the time you had already wasted. You were interrupted by your phone ringing.

“Hello?”

“Babe oh my god I am so sorry I am running behind but you are never going to guess what happened!!”

“What’s that Chris?”

“Eddie Asked me to be his girlfriend!!”

Part 1 when?

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