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ebongawk · 3 months

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pls show us how eddie would ask chrissy to marry him ❤️❤️❤️

The ring was burning a hole in his pocket.

The ring had, in fact, been burning a hole in his pocket for, like three goddamn months now. Because he'd been kinda-sorta-basically flying by the seat of his pants this entire relationship, up to and including his potential proposal, and three years of accidentally tripping and stumbling into all of the right messes with Chrissy made him think he could just buy the goddamn thing and wait for the most opportune moment.

The ring itself was an unanticipated surprise. Eddie had been shopping for a new-to-him amp, and buying those off the belt was a mistake he'd never make again. Rewiring older models with newer technology was basically Henderson's forte, though, so every time he and Chrissy popped back into Hawkins to visit Wayne during their long stints on the road, Eddie had a couple projects that Dustin's eager little mitts made grabby hands at.

(If Eddie found another tech kid on the road, he was pretty sure Dustin would spit and hiss and claw the newbie's eyes out so he would never be able to touch Eddie's projects again. He fucking loved that little shit. Had no clue what he was gonna do when the kid went off to MIT in a few months.)

So, yeah. While Eddie had walked into that pawn shop with a singlemindedness, he'd still perused the aisles like a perfectly respectable patron.

And the ring had been right there. Grinning up at him from the display case a winking in the overhead lights when it caught his eye.

Chrissy was literally right up the street, struggling over which books she wanted to trade in at the used bookshop so she could read some new material. That was the worst part about being on the road – they never got to keep anything. Like, sure, yeah, they had some shit stored at Wayne's, but they couldn't pop into Indiana whenever Chrissy needed to drop off her books so they could fit new shit in the van.

If they could, Chrissy would have a veritable library by now. He'd told himself a year ago that, as soon as they hit a label, Corroded Coffin's first purchase would be Chrissy Cunningham's dream house so she could have shelves of books. The guys were all in begrudging agreement.

"Hey, uh," he'd said, grabbing the attention of the shopkeeper and pointing at the ring. "What's that?"

About six months ago, he and Chrissy had been walking a mall in search of a birthday present for Wayne when a jewelry store grabbed her attention. Eddie had kinda expected her to beeline for the engagement rings – and maybe that was his own underlying fantasy, honestly – but she hadn't. She'd gravitated toward birthstones, pointing out his and hers and Jeff's and Gareth's and Grant's and Wayne's, gushing about which looked best together in her opinion.

"That's a, uh, ring," the cashier said, looking down at the thing. "With, y'know, stones and shit."

"Very fuckin' descriptive, man, thanks," Eddie responded. "How much?"

"For you, kid? Twenty bucks."

"I'll give you fifteen for it and thirty for the amp."

"Deal."

He didn't even get a box. The guy had been 'fresh out', allegedly, so he'd given Eddie a little drawstring bag for it.

Which was fine. Easier to hide. He just had to remember to transfer it around his three pairs of jeans while they were doing laundry.

"Look, that's your birthstone," Chrissy had said that day at the mall. "A garnet. And mine's right there! Aquamarine!" She'd sighed. "If I had been born a day earlier, I would have been an amethyst. But our stones look pretty together, don't they?"

They did, in his humble opinion. And wouldn't you fucking know it, Eddie had found a garnet ring inlaid with two aquamarines on either side at a thrift store in fucking Norton, Kansas when they'd stopped at a motel for a couple days to rest before a show in Kansas City. He'd even had it assessed at a jeweler in Saint Paul a week later just to be sure.

The thing was legit. The jeweler had polished it and everything. From there, it was just actually proposing.

But, as the weeks wore on, Eddie had to wonder if his decision to wait for the right moment might've been a fucking mistake. What was the perfect moment? What if it'd already come and gone and he didn't even know it? What if it never happened and Chrissy got upset and left him before he had a chance? Did she even want to get married? They were still young, and, outside of her shitty high school relationship (that predated her amazing high school relationship with him, thanks so much), Chrissy had never really dated around. What if he popped the question and she laughed in his face?

(She wouldn't. He knew she wouldn't. But, shit, what if, y'know?)

So, yeah. That fucking ring had been sitting in his pocket for, like, ninety-seven days, whispering platitudes and anxieties in equal measure. Building him up and tearing him down at every opportunity, like it found joy in watching him rise higher and fall farther.

Or maybe that was his own stupid brain.

They'd been booked on a mini-tour to open for another band that was just a few steps beyond Corroded Coffin. The money was kinda shit, but last night, at their show in Reno, a few people had been wearing the merch they'd sold weeks prior at a show in Vegas, and that had made Eddie feel like a goddamn superstar. He'd played his fucking heart out, and Chrissy said they sold out at the merch booth before the headliner even took the stage.

He'd even been asked for autographs. What the fuck?

Afterward, he and Chrissy were squeezed together into their motel room's bathtub. It was entirely too small for the both of them, but Chrissy sat between his bent knees, letting the hot water and scented bubbles relax them after what felt like a ridiculously long night. As though he could ever really relax with Chrissy's naked body all wet and pressed against his.

Her head was on his chest, listening to the slow thudding of his heart as the radio played almost imperceptibly in the background. Chrissy had gone so far as to light a few candles, and on the floor next to them was an open bottle of wine they were taking turns sipping.

It had to be somewhere around two in the morning, and Chrissy was probably exhausted. But she knew Eddie was always off-the-walls after a show, so corralling him into a shared bath was to help him wind down.

"You did amazing tonight," she said, her fingertips tapping against his shin where her hand rested. "All of you guys, but you especially. You were electric up there."

"Did you even look at the other guys?"

"Of course! It's hard not to, but I always look at you the most. Promise."

"Pretty sure you're legally required to say that, as I'm the one who makes you co––"

"Eddie."

Laughing, Eddie pressed his lips to her crown. "Thank you, sweetness."

"I'm serious. Like, I think that was the show, you know?"

He knew what she meant. Their discovery show. The one where some talent scout was hiding out in the crowd because he'd heard Corroded Coffin's name making the rounds. The one where they'd be getting a phone call first thing in the morning asking to meet at an agency.

Their we finally fucking made it show.

"Unlikely," Eddie said, wet fingers brushing a few strands of loose hair back over her ear. "But I appreciate the vote of confidence."

Chrissy said nothing for a moment. Then, using some expert maneuvers won over years in dance and cheer, she pivoted, working her lithe little body until she was comfortably situated in his lap. Eddie's arms automatically wrapped around her, sinking lower into the water so she didn't go sliding off his slickened skin and into the faucet.

"You guys are amazing," she said without a hint of irony coloring her tone. Wet hands cupping his jaw, she nudged her nose against his. "You have a contagious stage presence and you play incredibly. There's no way you aren't going to make it. Got it?"

"Yeah?" Eddie asked, eyes on her lips. "You gonna be my little cheerleader the whole way?"

"I've been with you this far, haven't I?" she shot back, wearing that gorgeous grin he loved so much. "I'm not going anywhere, Eddie. You're stuck with me."

"Hey," Eddie said, affronted. "That's my line. Who's stuck with who?"

Wiggling her hips in his lap (which was... yeah, doing things), Chrissy smiled. "I think you're the one who's literally stuck here, love."

Tucking his thumb against her chin, Eddie just chuckled, drawing her in for a kiss that tasted of promise. Of this future she was certain would come to fruition, where they stood hand-in-hand as recognition fell upon the band. Because Chrissy had sacrificed so much for him, for all of them, and Eddie would be damned if he didn't have opportunity to return the favor.

Oh shit, he realized as she chased his lips for another kiss. This is it. This is the fucking moment.

And his pants are on the other side of the goddamn room.

Shit. Shit. Okay. He could make this work.

"Hey, uh." He smiled when she kissed him again, the wet skin of her squirming in his lap again as she made a little huff of disapproval. "Wait, wait, sweetness, hang on."

Chrissy blinked at him. One hundred percent caught off guard because Eddie had never turned down her advances before. (How could he? He had an actual goddess sitting naked in his lap. Who was he to tell her no when she wanted to, y'know, get closer?)

"Did I, um. Did I overstep?"

"No, fuck no, just, uh––" Grabbing Chrissy's long-handled loofa off the tub rim, Eddie set a firm hand on Chrissy's thigh, anchoring both of them as he leaned as far out of the tub as he could to drag his jeans toward them. Sloshing water out of the side and making Chrissy yelp his name as she grabbed his shoulders to hang on.

The handle slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor with one pant leg right there. Eddie leaned further out, stretching his fingertips as Chrissy squealed. He heard the water splashing, but that just seemed a small price to pay.

Whooping in excitement, he managed to get a small piece of denim between his middle and ring fingers, yanking the jeans across the floor and digging around in the pockets for that fucking bag.

"Eddie! They're gonna get all wet!"

"They'll dry," he responded, finally finding the stupid ring bag in his back pocket. He dropped the jeans uncaringly into the puddle he'd created, resettling Chrissy against him and tangling his hands in her hair as he kissed her question of what he was doing off her lips.

"You know I love you, right?" he asked, a little breathless from the combination of half-crawling out of the tub and the spark from their kiss. Chrissy, wide-eyed and confused, giggled a little when she nodded. "Like, more than anything?"

"Yes, Eddie, I know."

"And I wanna spend, y'know, the rest of my goddamn life with you. You know that, too?"

Chrissy blinked, her smile fading with parted lips as realization seemed to dawn new horizons across her face.

"I-I mean, yeah," she said after he waited a second for her answer. "Eddie, what––"

"I, uh, picked this up a while ago," he admitted, brandishing the tiny bag. "Been waiting for, like, the perfect moment, I guess. But, I dunno. Kinda realized that, maybe all our moments are perfect, y'know?"

He opened the bag, tilting it so the ring fell into his opposite palm. Her eyes widened, jaw falling slack as she gasped.

"I just want to make more moments with you, Chrissy," Eddie said earnestly. "Before and after a quick trip to the altar, I mean."

"Oh, my God," she breathed, trembling fingertip reaching out and gently stroking the gold band. "Are you–– Are you serious?"

"You are the one thing in my life I am one-hundred-percent serious about, sweetness," Eddie replied, softly brushing a thumb against her cheek. She glanced at him, so briefly he almost missed it, but she couldn't take her eyes off the ring. "Marry me?"

"Okay," she said, voice still breathless. Blinking, she shook her head as though she were falling out of a trance, her eyes instantly filling with tears that spilled over her cheeks, mixing with the water of their bath. "I mean, yes, yes, of course, Eddie, oh, my God!"

Throwing her arms around him, Eddie heard more water as it splashed over the side of the tub. It made him laugh, burying his face in her hair and holding her close as she cried into his neck.

"I love you," she sobbed, pulling back and letting him open his fist so she could take the ring. "Oh, my God, and it's our birthstones!" The realization made her cry harder, and Eddie had to help her get the ring on her finger. "You remembered!"

"Of course I did," he chuckled, his own eyes wet with the amount of love he felt for this girl. "I remember everything you say to me."

"We both know that's not true."

"Okay, well, I make an effort, at least!"

She laughed through her sobs, pulling him in and kissing him soundly. Crying, laughing harder, then crying some more between desperately locked lips. Completely soaking his jeans next to the tub, but Eddie couldn't care less.

He had his fiancée in his lap.

"I love you," she gasped between kisses. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

"Love you, too, little wife," Eddie grinned. "So much."

Yeah. Perfect fucking moment.

#hellcheer #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson #stranger things #chrissy x eddie #ask meme #hellcheer drabble #lil marriage proposal #anon ask #ebongawk ask #sorry this took 84 years anon

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cyraclove · 3 months

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Find The Word

Find the words from the list in your WIPs and post the paragraphs they belong to!

SO I was tagged by three lovely people, @unmaskedcardinal, @drsteggy, and @bisexualchrissycunningham and I waited way too long to do this so I am looking for the words light, over, age, fall, return, begin, rise, under, dark, leave, grip, book, wild, smirk, find (😅)

light

A floor lamp in the corner glows dimly as it casts shadows onto a faded rug in the center of the room, the only other light coming from the balcony doors behind the sofa.

over

Instead of stepping back, he stays right where he is. Chrissy’s back presses against the bookshelf as he towers over her. Her chest goes hot when she dares to glance up, Eddie’s dark eyes shining right back down at her.

age

“This boy’s good people, no background check needed,” Walter says, cutting Laura off. “Like I said, he’s from Hawkins. Al Munson’s kid, lives with his uncle now. You know him, dontcha? You two’re ‘bout the same age.”

fall

Looking up at Eddie’s sad eyes, Chrissy softens. Her shoulders fall with a sigh as she nods knowingly. He’s right. She owes him at least a conversation. She’s the one who kissed him, after all. Who knows what would’ve happened if she’d actually been able to control herself. Maybe they wouldn’t be in the mess they’re in now.

return

Vecna had been waiting for them when they’d returned to Hawkins. Waiting for Chrissy, for Max. Waiting for El. After they’d barely escaped with their lives, the police had been waiting for Eddie.

begin

The beginning of a new semester has always held a sort of magic for Chrissy. Even when she was a student herself, the metaphorical crossing of a threshold from old into new was something that she always looked forward to.

rise

Bile rises in her throat when she allows herself to think of how they must’ve treated Eddie.

under

While she’d always had a basic understanding of the mechanics, Chrissy hadn’t realized just how much more there was to sex. Her first time with Jason, she’d laid underneath him and watched the ceiling fan twirl while he’d hammered away at her like she was a woodshop birdhouse.

dark

She vividly remembers the evening she read Histoire d’O by Pauline Réage with a flashlight, her face burning hot in the darkness of her dorm room. There were words on those pages that she’d never seen before–about things she had a hard time even imagining.

leave

Chrissy opens her mouth, but words don’t come out. The rational part of her brain is screaming at her to leave, to end this now. All she can do is look into Eddie’s eyes, a coppery amber in the dusky light. Like whiskey.

grip

Eddie’s lips are on hers again, his tongue already past her teeth. Chrissy moans into his mouth and all but melts in his arms, a delicious thrill zipping up her spine when she feels his grip on her tighten.

book

Sometimes, Chrissy would read a book for no other reason than to spite her mother. She’d study each spine as she strolled through the stacks until she found something that sounded perfectly obscene.

wild

Chrissy had sobbed wildly onto the tasteful tiling in her mother’s bathroom, her chest like it had been ripped open, pleading with her to let her leave the house. She’d turned a steely shoulder, refusing to meet her eye.

smirk

Chrissy’s eyes dart towards his hands as they hover near his waist. He’s fidgeting with those chunky rings he wears, twisting them around and around like he’s nervous. He’s never like this in class when he asks questions. He’s usually confident, smirking at her from his seat in the third row.

find

For the first time, she’d had free rein to find out just what it was that she actually enjoyed. So much time had been spent troubling over how someone else wanted her to look, what they wanted her to say.

I will tag @astorytotellyourfriends @medusasfinalgirl @ebongawk @justhere4thevibez and @erythromanc3r

if y’all wanna play, your words are close, gentle, push, fade, and almost

#thank you all this was so fun!!#hellcheer #no pressure #just vibes #tag game #find the word tag

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justhere4thevibez · 3 months

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WIP Whenever

Thanks for the tags @pipergirl17 and @olpie for the tags! I have too many wips to add snippets of them all here, so I'll be a mean little tease and post a piece of a totally new one instead 😏

Hi, you probably don’t remember me, but we used to go to school together back in Hawkins. Eddie blinked. Rubbed his eyes a little and then blinked again for good measure. Nope. Still there. Since hitting it big, a few old “friends” had popped back into his life, mostly to ask for money or to see if they could hitch a ride on his coattails. But of all the people he’d imagined tracking him down on Instagram after the band rose to fame, Chrissy Cunningham hadn’t been on that list. At least, not on the realistic list. If she’d entered into a fantasy or two of his, well, that was between him and his overactive imagination. Not that he thought about her a lot nowadays. There’d been a time… but he’d been a dorky loser, and she’d been queen bee. He’d really moved past that stupid little crush he had, though as he scrolled through her profile (he had to make sure it was really her, okay? Plenty of scammers in the sea and all that) he remembered exactly why he’d been ass over tits for her back in the day. Fuck, she was beautiful, with her big eyes and crooked smile and hair that made you want to run your fingers through it. Focus, idiot. This did appear to be the real Chrissy Cunningham. And she looked… happier than he remembered her in their last year of high school. Her posture was easy and relaxed in her recent photos, her smile more real than he remembered. Okay, so if this was Chrissy Cunningham, what the fuck did she want from him? Please, he begged as he tapped on her message to expand it. Please, god, don’t let her rope me into some MLM scheme. Tammy Thompson had already tried that on him. Twice. That was how he’d ended up with a closet full of skincare products he couldn’t fucking pronounce and an armful of kitchen knives he barely ever used. People assumed he was mean and scary, but honest to god he was a pathetic little pushover. Chrissy Cunningham could ask him to buy dirt and he’d hold his hand out for a shovelful. Apparently, though, the MLM gods had spared him—this time. But the message he got instead was almost as puzzling.

Tagging @staceymcgillicuddy @pearlypairings @ebongawk and whoever else wants to join!

#vibez answers #hellcheer #wip game #social media au

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hellcheerficdatabase · 1 year

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ransom my heart.

Author: @ebongawk

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 2/2

Description:

There were–– way too many goddamn layers of this onion to peel apart right now, but Eddie did his best regardless. In his mind, he envisioned a numerical list:

1.) Jason Carver was a dirty rotten cheater (Eddie always knew he hated that guy for reasons other than being an absolute tool).

2.) Jason Carver was a master manipulator if he’d managed to convince Chrissy that his cheating was her fault.

3.) Chrissy Cunningham was currently asking Eddie to pop her cherry.

4.) Chrissy Cunningham wanted to have sex with Eddie Munson.

5.) Chrissy thought girls didn’t get horny for some reason?

6.) Chrissy fucking Cunningham wanted Eddie to fuck her.

Chrissy seeks Eddie out in the woods, but it's not for drugs.

Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, fuck Jason, cheating, Chrissy already had a crush, Eddie is done for, smut, it's SO HOT WHEW, small misunderstanding, Eddie POV, two-shot, status: Completed

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slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction · 2 months

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✨🤩 for fic recs!

Thank you for the ask, love!

🤩 A fic that made me SLAM the subscribe button:

So many, so so many. But I remember starting heart begins to beat by @ebongawk and just being hooked straight away and wanting more. I love how Chrissy is portrayed, how she's dealing with both the trauma and realities of coming back to life. And the explanation of how that happened, the mechanism of that and how she's linked to Eddie was excellent. Immediate subscribe.

✨ A fic I wish I could read again for the first time:

Ooh, also soooooo many LOL But I think someone reaching back for me by @enoughtotemptme because I love me a time loop fic, and when I find one that is as clever and gorgeous and engaging as this one was I wanna read it all over again like it's fresh and new. Ironic, no?

#ask game #fic rec ask game #the ask and the answer

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readingreylo · 3 years

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Sugar dating, also called sugaring, is a transactional dating practice typically characterized by an older wealthier person and a younger person in need of financial assistance in a mutually beneficial relationship.

Like all my rec lists- please read responsibly and check out tags before engaging with any fic! The tags I mention are merely the ones that stand out to me.

Sugar Daddy AU's

Sugar Daddy Vibes

Technically not sugar daddy fics

Other

I can't explain it - but I had to include these fics on this list - they just gave off vibes - and it felt wrong not to include them??

#reylo #reylo fic rec #reylo fandom #reylo fanfic #reylo fanfiction #reylo modern au #jess made something

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victoriareyloficlists · 2 years

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11 November 2021 Additions to Reylo Soulmates

These fics have been added to the Soulmate list located here.

the star to every wandering bark by addictedtoacertainlifestyle (AO3 2018 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Ben Solo travels to Takodana in the name of his second novel, meeting an impossibly intriguing woman named Rey wasn't exactly what he envisioned. But the universe has a funny way of working things out.) (bring you) peace by ebongawk (makeshiftcandy) (AO3 2021 Rated M Complete, 4 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: “Are you family, sir?” a nurse asked. “I–” Ben faltered, looking at her again... When her own eyes opened, they looked around wildly, confused and searching. Searching for him, he somehow knew. I don’t even know her name. “Yes, I am,” he finally managed, and the nurse nodded.) Hot Cocoa and Cinnamon by ABeautifulBreakdown (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When a trip the the park leads to her child wandering off Rey is left in a state of panic. Distraught and over run with emotions she hunts down her little boy only to find him standing with a strange man who upon closer inspection doesn't actually seem so strange.)

#rey #reylo #reylo fanfic #ben solo #kylo ren

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ebongawk · 4 months

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Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know! What about Eddie and Chrissy's first date?

His palms were sweaty.

Why the fuck were his palms sweaty?

He absently wiped them on his jeans, further crinkling the protective layer of plastic that was wrapped around the sparse bouquet he'd picked up from Bradley's when he stopped in for a pack of cigarettes. Cursing, Eddie set the damn thing in the passenger seat, scrubbing his hands against his pants and willing them to stop fucking leaking. Stop condensing or what the fuck ever.

It's one date, he told himself over and over. She agreed to one date. And sure, okay, maybe he didn't have, like, a plethora of experience regarding dates – he was more of a one-night-stand sorta guy. A meet-at-the-bar-and-have-a-quickie-in-the-back-of-his-van type of dude. Not really the type that girls took home to meet the folks. And that was fine. He wasn't really interested in the distraction of a girlfriend, and basically every girl he'd met didn't really catch his attention for longer than those quick, heated glances that extinguished when they, y'know, both got what they'd wanted.

But this wasn't every girl.

This was Chrissy.

And Chrissy had already held his attention for, like, significantly longer than the average Eddie Munson Experience. In that, instead of one night, he'd been thinking about her for the last two months.

(Or, y'know, the last six years, but he'd never admit that to anyone, living or dead. He could barley admit it to himself. And, shit, if that was the reason he didn't acknowledge girls outside of those single nights? What the fuck was wrong with his brain?)

So. Fuck. That was probably why his palms were sweaty. Nervous. Eddie didn't get nervous, though. He waltzed through life with the same seat-of-his-pants confidence that got his dad into all that trouble, but kept his focus on shit like music and his morally okay but ethically wrong pharmaceutical sales instead of, like, jacking cars. And, okay, maybe it'd gotten him into one or two silly situations, but he waltzed right out of them with that same confidence.

Nervous. Him? No way.

(Way.)

He'd been sitting outside her house for, like, five entire minutes so far. Trying to talk himself into going up and actually knocking on her door. Introducing himself to whoever answered – Chrissy had warned him about her mother's judgmental attitude, which was one hundred percent something Eddie could face. He'd watched enough Teen Beat movies to know the whole spiel – "Yes ma'am, I'm Eddie Munson, pleasure to meet you, I'm here to pick up Chrissy for our date, no ma'am, we're just going to the drive in and out for a bite, home by eleven, of course – but he couldn't shake hands with her parents when his palms were so goddamn sweaty.

A deep breath. Another. And Eddie grabbed the handle of his driver's side door and wrenched it open, stumbling from the safety of his van and barely remembering to grab the bouquet sitting sadly in his passenger seat.

He didn't remember the walk from street to front door. Just that, all at once, he was there, staring at this ornate wooden door in fucking Loch Nora with one of those fancy brass knockers. Opting instead for the doorbell, Eddie took a full step back, listening to the distant bustle of activity within the house.

It flew open all at once, and––

Holy shit.

Chrissy Cunningham.

Oh, she was so fucking beautiful. Her hair was down, hanging around her shoulders in subtle curls that framed her face. She'd done something different with her makeup, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. A different color, maybe, but it was hard to focus on when she gave him such a bright, excited smile. His favorite one – the one that made her eyes crinkle until all he could see was the subtle ocean storms glistening in the light that seemed to emanate from her.

God, he was in deep if he already had a favorite smile.

"Eddie!" she squealed, bouncing on her toes as she opened the door completely and let him step inside. "I'm just getting my shoes on, and then–– Oh!" Her hands clasped in front of her chest, she looked down at what he was holding with a soft gasp of surprise. "Are... Are those for me?"

Eddie followed her line of sight, startling at the crinkly paper still in his hands that he'd completely forgotten about.

"Oh, shit, uh, yeah!" he said, awkwardly holding the bouquet toward her. "Uh... Sorry. They're–– I mean, slim pickings at the Big Buy."

The smile that blossomed on her face was a soft, gentle thing. A gradual unfurling of lips and teeth that rivaled the petals she now held in her hands.

New contender for favorite smile.

"They're beautiful," she said, honesty bleeding in speckled sunlight through her tone. "Peonies are my favorite."

With loving, gentle hands, she brought the bouquet up to her nose and inhaled deeply, that same smile affixed to her face as her eyes fell closed.

He felt his knees go weak and had to lean against the doorframe so he didn't fall at her feet and beg to worship her.

"Give me just a second," she said, meeting his gaze. "I'll put these in water, and then we can go."

She took a step back, then hesitated. Instead closing the distance between them, her little hand resting on his arm as she popped up onto her toes and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered before disappearing back into the house.

Oh, Christ. Oh, God. Nothing but television static between his ears during her brief absence. Trembling fingertips gently brushing against the warm dot on his cheek before he realized that his stupid palms were still stupid sweaty.

He held them against his pants until she came back, carrying the flowers in a vase that was way too nice for their sad state. It was set carefully on the foyer table before she slipped into her shoes.

"So I don't forget to take them up to my room when I get home," she told him by way of explanation. "Are we ready?"

Subtly brushing his hands against his pants again, he held one out to her.

"Yeah. Let's go."

And, holy shit, maybe it was all gonna work out. Maybe this wasn't just a crazy one-off situation, and maybe she was just as excited for this one date to evolve into an endless stream of dates as he was.

Because, when she took his hand, he realized that her palms were sweaty, too.

(ask meme)

#hellcheer #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson #chrissy x eddie #stranger things #hellcheer drabble #chrissy cunningham #ebongawk ask #svvy2003 #thank you for understanding and asking again!#first date #hellcheer first date

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