#bestie!chrissy cunningham

[sofiiel]

Helping Chrissy with her hair

like putting soft curls and waves in it for her. Being her little personal stylist. Applying her make up and telling her that the tinted lip gloss will bring out her smile.

Or that the eyeshadow shows the sparkle in her eyes.

Just letting her know of all the lovely things about her beyond standard body image. There's nothing you can do for the way her mind sees certain aspects of herself. But you can remind her that she carries beauty in her eyes, smile, hands, ears, and so on.

Things beyond her body shape.

She giggles as you two do each other's nails and you mention she's got cute hands that suit her pink polish well.

Compliment her new earrings.

And she gives you that wide bright smile that curves up to her eyes as you let her know you like what she did with her hair today. It's the same smile she gives every time because you go deeper than the usual "omg Chrissy you're so pretty!"

Now when she gets new nail polish or make up she rushes to you to flaunt it. She goes to the nail salon and after finds you happily twinkling her fingers to show her nails off.

Also compliments like you're so sweet, talented, and strong goes a long way with her.

You two exchange small accessories and you're the first one she goes to when she's found one she's extra happy with.

[augustjustice]

In a regency AU, Steve and Robin and Eddie and Chrissy would be lavender married, respectively, and live in neighboring estates. Every night, Robin and Eddie high five as they pass each other walking through their adjoining yards, on their way to go and rail their one true loves.

[harringroveera]

Billy Hargrove and his emotional support besties

[poolsidepanic]

this is what heather and billy did after their shift at the pool. you cannot convince me otherwise

[biillyhargroves]

Heather and Billy picking Chrissy up from Jason’s house after she swore up and down she’d broken up with him for good.

[gloomysoup]

okay i know i really only post about steddie but i also have so many other ships and i had an idea while driving to work this morning (it may or may not have been slightly inspired by me blasting vigilante shit by taylor swift)

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i'm imagining a famous au buckingham fic (with a side of steddie perhaps) wherein chrissy was a child star at the hand of her parents. it started with acting, but switched over to a pop artist career when she was 15/16. she's never allowed to write her own music, except on very rare occasions. her parents approve EVERYTHING. chrissy has no power over her own life whatsoever. she still acts from time to time, but most of the focus is on her music career. she's selling out stadiums full of young girls by the time she's 17.

nothing about chrissy cunningham's life is real. it's all just a show her parents force her to put on for the sake of money and reputation. not that she sees much of that money anyway. chrissy has money. she's actually considered rich to most. however, she should have more than she does. her parents squirrel away most of it with insistence that it's going into a savings account for her to access when she turns 21.

chrissy meets Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie Munson when she is 18, at the after party of some awards show. it had been his band's first award nomination. they hit it off instantly (platonically of course) and remain close friends from then on out. eddie is chrissy's rock. she tells him everything. eddie wishes he could do something useful to help her, but she promises that just having a real friend who isn't paid off by her parents is help enough.

into her 20s, chrissy is ready to grow up. she's ready to make the music she wants to make and stop portraying herself as a child. she wants to be the adult she is. eddie suggests getting out from under her parents first, bc they both know they won't approve of chrissy's desires. stuff happens, and chrissy learns that her parents had lied about the savings account. all the money they had promised she would get back was gone. they had kept it for themselves.

i haven't yet figured out exactly how robin and steve fit into this. maybe they're an actor duo who has so much on-screen (platonic) chemistry that they just keep getting roles in the same films, or maybe they're an up and coming indie duo trying to make their way into the scene. either way, they eventually meet and become friends (or enemies, who knows 🤷‍♀️)

something something chrissy eventually gets out from under her parents with the help of eddie, robin, and steve. she makes two albums of her own under the same label, because they made promises that she could finally be herself. when she realizes that isn't the case, she leaves the label and finds someone else. she has an entirely new team, she's figuring out her life with robin, everything is going well. and then maybe she finds out her old team at the previous label sold her masters to her parents (their plan all along). so now, she's not getting any money from any of her music. everything from when she was a young, naive teenager, all the way to the first albums she ever made solely as herself, is gone. her parents get all of it. she doesn't see a single penny.

that's all i've really come up with so far. idk it may be something, it may not be.

[spookycreepycookie]

I'm going to dream about how tight they're hugging each other ...🥺❤️🥰

[pr3ttym3ssy]

Here’s my headcanon reasons of why I think that Billy and Chrissy would have been great friends. 

-Billy tried to charm her, but unlike all the other girls she was the only one who didn’t swoon for him. 

-She’s not insufferably annoying and he can actually stand to be near her for long periods of time. Which at first is new to him, but she grows on him pretty fast. Because she’s not actively preying on him like half of the schools female population.

-She’s smart like Nancy but without the snarky ass know-it-all attitude and she’s actually a very genuine person deep down. She’s not shallow and is kind to everyone. Doesn't actively participate in bullying people or bringing them down like all the other cheerleaders. 

-Because she was the first one to figure out his secret crush on Steve and didn’t treat him differently about it. 

-She see’s right through him and can tell that just like all the other popular kids, he puts up an act to hide away their true self. She knows, cause she’s had to do that too. 

-He figures out their shared similarities. Abusive parent that have brought upon a toxic trait. Billy’s anger and aggression issues and Chrissy’s eating disorder and anxiety. They help each other through the aftermath. Billy will softly encourage on snacking easy to eat foods throughout the day and Chrissy will hug him and let him cry in silence with no judgement or comment. 

-They help each other with their respective crushes. Billy introduces her to Metal music so she can impress Eddie. He quickly realizes that she leans more towards soft rock like Journey or Foreigner but will still enjoy the heavy head banging shit like Motley Crue or Dio (eddies favorite). They both enquire the help of Dustin ( to Billy’s annoyance) to learn about D&D so they can both keep up. 

I have 100% Eddsy rot and NOW I'm swooning over Billy and Chrissy friendship.

If its not for you, then just please move along. But, if you share in my interests then may I just say... Hi :)

[steddiejudas]

Tell me you love me (even if you’re lying)

Eddie doesn’t want to remember a time before Chrissy Cunningham. He knows that time exists, has nightmares about the crippling loneliness, but in his opinion, his life started on the day of the middle school talent show. The day a small framed blonde girl with pom poms the size of her head watched in awe as he bounced around the stage with a buzzcut and Wayne’s beat up old guitar. Afterwards, Chrissy told Eddie how much she loved the show and how badly she wished she could perform like that. Eddie in turn told her how incredible her routine was with a mock of how her tiny hands managed to shake around the giant pom poms. She laughed, he smiled, and they had been best friends ever since.

They don’t always do everything together, now that they’re in high school. Chrissy is a cheerleader, so naturally she spends a lot of time with the rest of the cheer squad while Eddie is busy herding his little lost sheep. It’s no secret they’re friends, though. Chrissy co founded Hellfire and one is rarely seen walking into school for the day without the other. Eddie even sits in the bleachers during cheer practice so he can drive her home most days.

When Chrissy starts dating Jason, things get more complicated. She does her best to keep the jocks off Hellfire’s back, but with the rise of satanic panic it’s getting harder and harder to make him sit down and shut up when Eddie rants atop lunch tables. And if Eddie acts up a little more than usual as a form of disapproval for her choice of partner, well that’s between him and his gods. Which is not to say he’s passive aggressive about it. He’s voiced his opinions on Jason very clearly, many times, but Chrissy’s in a tough spot and he knows that. See, one too many longing glances towards a certain lanky soccer player with unruly shoulder length waves and a penchant for long ramblings had landed her in the hot waters of some scandalous, but not untrue rumors and it was only a matter of time before they got back to her parents. Her extremely religious parents. Eddie had offered to be her beard, naturally, but Chrissy wasn’t sure what would be worse in her parents eyes: their daughter being attracted to women, or attracted to the person they had referred to as “that no good Munson kid” for as long as they’d known each other.

They’re forced apart by Jason, in some ways. They see each other less in the halls, Chrissy stops coming to Hellfire meets, Eddie can’t even set foot in the gym during practice without jeering and insults flying his way. He never blames Chrissy, though. She still finds ways to spend time with him. They still drive to school together, they sneak off to their table in the woods after practice before Jason has had a chance to clean up and whisk her away. Any moment the two of them can spare is given to each other.

About two months into Chrissy and Jason’s relationship they steal away to their spot, but Chrissy seems off. She’s sullen and quiet, no trace of the girl who killed an entire adventuring party in three rounds of combat with a smile on her face to be found. Her silence speaks volumes, so Eddie fills the space between them by telling her about his day. He had a test in math that he’s almost certain he failed. All of second period he spent planning a one shot he’s sure Chrissy will love. Oh and he skipped English again, pretty sure he’s going to fail the semester.

That works to get her attention for a moment. She looks worried, says “again?” and her eyes drop back down to the carving of their initials in a little heart on the table. Eddie watches her as he rolls a joint. She traces the carving with the tip of her finger with that look on her face that means she’s deep in thought. Eddie lights the joint and passes it to Chrissy straight away. He can see some of the tension in her shoulders unwind from just one hit. A moment later and he knows she’s ready to talk.

“So, you’re awfully quiet today, Chris. What’s going on?”

She sighs and barely looks up at him. “I don’t know, Eds. Do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?”

“Come on, you know I do. Are you okay? You know you can talk to me.”

“I know. I just-“ She sighs again and takes another hit before passing the joint back to Eddie. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

“Do what?”

“This! All this lying, pretending to be someone I’m not. I’m just so tired and no matter how hard I try, I'm still not the person everyone thinks I am.”

“Chris,” Eddie hops up and over the table to sit next to Chrissy, wrapping her up in an embrace. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“He told me he loves me,” she says. It’s not joyous. They don’t celebrate. Her voice sounds deflated with a sense of doom. Eddie doesn’t speak, just lets her ride out her emotions. “He told me he loves me and I obviously don’t love him. I have to be a completely different person just to be around him.”

“Jesus H. Christ after two months? How good of an actor are you?”

“Too good, apparently,” she mumbles. “He tried to have sex with me, Eddie.”

“What?” Eddie shouts, springing to his feet. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

“No, Eddie, stop. I said he tried. Look, as big of an ass as he is, he is technically a gentleman. I told him I wanted to wait until marriage and he respects that.” Eddie seethes and paces around the table. “It’s just… what if he thinks that means I want to marry him?”

Eddie stops dead in his tracks when he sees the look on Chrissy’s face. It’s like he can see a full life lived in the creases between her brows. A life full of lies and disappointment. “Chris,” he starts gently, “if this is too much for you, there’s no reason you have to stay with him. Haven’t you proven your point?”

“No, Eds. Even now I hear the rest of the squad whispering about me. They think because I haven’t sealed the deal that none of it means anything. And I mean, they’re right. Even if I pretend it’s about ‘purity’ or whatever bullshit, I can’t even tell him I love him.”

Eddie settles back next to her on the bench. “What about me?”

“What about you?” she asks.

“Do you love me?”

“Of course I do, what kind of question is that?”

“Just- listen, hear me out. So he’s a douche and telling him you love him feels like drowning-“

“How did you know?”

“I know you, Chrissy. I’ve known you for years and I actually love you. Just like you actually love me. So just pretend when he says he loves you, that he’s me, or at least pretend it’s me you’re saying it back to, not Jason fucking Carver.”

“I don’t know, Eddie. You two couldn’t be more different. How am I supposed to imagine Jason is you?”

Eddie hums his agreement. Silence washes over them again as he holds her trembling frame. He offers her his ringed hand, knowing she takes comfort in twisting the costume jewelry around his fingers. In turn he plays with the green scrunchie she wears on her wrist when her hair isn’t up in her signature high pony. He takes it off her wrist without a word, grabs his bandana from his back pocket, and rips a piece of it off.

“What are you doing?” Chrissy asks, eyes wide. Eddie doesn’t say anything as he takes the strip of black fabric and ties it around the scrunchie in a little bow and puts it back on Chrissy's wrist.

“There. Now you’ve always got a little piece of me to say ‘i love you’ to.”

Chrissy looks at her wrist and laughs. The sound is like sunlight, a golden melody that brightens her eyes and fills Eddie’s chest with warmth. It’s so wholeheartedly Chrissy that Eddie can’t help but smile.

“I love you, Eddie Munson,” she says, catching her breath.

“I love you too, Chrissy Cunningham.” Eddie places a kiss to the top of her head and hugs her a little tighter.

A year later, when Chrissy dies, she’s still wearing the scrunchie with Eddie’s little bow. Eddie watches, unable to move as she’s suspended in midair and mutilated before his eyes. As much as he hates leaving her there, he doesn’t know what else to do but run. But first, he delicately removes the scrunchie from her hair and puts it on his wrist. He whispers “I love you” over and over, like a prayer as his van peels out of the driveway.

Eddie spends the next week on the run, his only contact being a 15 year old, the man Chrissy had spent years trying to convince him to just speak a single sentence to, and the girl Chrissy couldn’t manage to speak to herself. He isn’t sure if this is reality anymore. The world before Chrissy is a vague template for his nightmares. He never thought he’d have to see the after. It seems fitting that it’s the literal end of the world. And yet, somehow he survives. He not only survives, but now he has Robin, Steve, Nancy, and the kids that come with them. Eddie has a life he never thought possible without Chrissy.

When Corroded Coffin finally performs again, Chrissy’s scrunchie finds its way onto the fretboard of his guitar. The guitar Chrissy gifted him before their first ever show, his pride and joy, a little piece of her he’ll never give up. He dedicates every show to her, and whenever he looks at the little green scrunchie, he can hear her words clear as a melody.

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

[alleiwentcrazy]

“This is painful. It hurts. The idea alone makes me wanna puke. Remind me, why do I have to deal with this?”

“Because you wanted to be a rockstar?” Chrissy asks, not unkindly, and Eddie is stunned for a second. She is… well, she’s right. He wanted to be a star. Share his music, ideas and dreams with thousands of people – it’s true. Everything about it is!

It just never occurred to him that in this fucked up world, everything is also about business. You can’t make art or share your ideas and reach other people without promoting it first, but everything about “going viral” disgusts (scares?) Eddie a bit. He doesn’t want to purposefully hype anything. It’s in fact one of the reasons why he wrote the song and decided that it should be released on the most capitalistic of holidays, Valentine’s Day.

And now, because he wants people to hear it, he has to promote it. Oh, how the tables have turned.

“Chris… Are you sure there’s no other way? It’s hypocritical,” he whines, sour expression transferring into his tone.

“That’s what the team has decided. I tried to tell them that you didn’t want this, but you know how it is. You have a nice idea, but the label has a different idea. In the end, it’s their decision.”

Eddie grimaces. “We’re just here to deliver.”

“I’m sorry, Eddie,” she replies, genuine, and Eddie immediately feels guilty.

“No, don’t. It’s not your fault, I’m being a jerk. Though, you said you were the one who found this guy, right?”

“Yes,” she responds. There’s an edge to her voice, something that makes Eddie sit a bit straighter, like he’s about to receive a punch. “But please, Eddie, be nice to him. It’s only one photoshoot. I couldn’t find anyone else on such short notice.”

Eddie frowns. He always makes sure to be nice to anyone who’s working with him, and Chrissy knows that. They’d both worked in customer service together before Corroded Coffin made it anywhere. “What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t I be nice?”

“Just—” he can practically hear her pinch the bridge of her nose. “You’ll see. And have at least a bit of fun! I’ll see you after.”

Before Eddie gets to say anything, she’s already gone. He stares at his phone with a frown. Well. That was something.

He sighs and looks out of the window. Like Chrissy said, it’s only one photoshoot. Eddie wrote a song about how you can buy practically anything now, but you have to pay the price for it. Then he themed it with Valentine’s Day, plastic flowers and plastic love, and now he has to pose with a random guy he doesn’t know, play lovey-dovey make-believe and act like it doesn’t go against everything he believes in. He hopes, at least, that it’s going to be as satirical as possible.

*

First thing he notices about the set itself is how dauntingly normal it looks. Well, besides the angry pink background. That’s unsettling, Eddie thinks—but aside from that, it’s almost boring.

“Oh, you’re here. Good to see you, man.”

Eddie whips his head around and smiles. Jonathan Byers hasn’t changed a bit since they last saw each other.

“You too,” he shakes Jonathan’s hand with a grin before gesturing vaguely around the set. “So, what’s the plan for that?”

Jonathan’s face isn’t too enthusiastic. “Maybe I’ll explain when we’re all—”

“Hi.”

Eddie blinks, very slowly, not sure if he’s really seeing what he’s seeing.

The model he’s supposed to work with is gorgeous, simple fact. His face is handsome and the gentle smile he’s wearing only adds to it – another fact. His wiry glasses make his eyes pop in a way that’s physically indescribable – third fact. Lastly—gods help him. The guy’s longish hair is more blond than highlights, and Eddie has no idea if that’s how they were supposed to turn out, but it looks just perfect in combination with his pink sweater and blue jeans. Only the moles on his cheeks and neck make Eddie frown a bit—both because they make him insanely handsome instead of just handsome and because they remind Eddie of someone. He just can’t recall the name.

“Well, speak of the devil,” Jonathan says when the guy stops next to them. “Hello Steve.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, feeling very out of place. “You two know each other?”

Jonathan and the guy—Steve—exchange glances. They both squint a little and smile awkwardly, like they know something that Eddie should know, too, but he’s being the stupid kid of the bunch.

“I mean…” Steve says, his eyes never leaving Jonathan’s face until the very last word. “Don’t we all know each other?”

This time, Eddie is stunned enough to take a step back. He’s also confused enough to frown. Surely, he’d remember this guy if they’d worked with each other before, right? And damn, why is he getting all philosophical now? Don’t we all know each other—is this some kind of metaphor? About humanity and shit?

Weird silence stretches out while Eddie’s mulling this over inside his head, knowing well that he looks stupid, but unable to stop the train of thought. Jonathan and Steve exchange another glance, clearly deciding not to continue with the conversation.

Eddie feels misplaced. Because, yeah, on stage? He’s free. He’s an animal. He can do whatever he wants, however he wants it. He has nothing to lose, nothing to prove – he’s there to be himself. Same goes for when he’s with people he trusts, or with people whose trust he wants to earn. He will do anything to make them more comfortable than they’ve ever been.

Whereas put him into one mildly awkward social situation and his brain will stop working, especially if there’s someone really attractive on the other side of said social situation. He can flirt if he wants to, but half of the time it comes out odd and misplaced, so he hardly ever tries.

Especially with guys like Steve.

“Alright,” Jonathan says, finally, and Eddie shakes his unease off. “No time to waste, let me tell you what they want from us.”

Jonathan tells them alright. With every sentence, Eddie’s eyes grow larger, until he’s sure they’re about to fall out of their sockets. This is not what he was hoping for.

“No. No, I disagree,” he says immediately after Jonathan’s done speaking. “Not a chance! It goes against—Wait, is that why we’re dressed like that?” He points at the clothes he and Steve are wearing. Steve’s look expensive, they’re well-fitted, colorful and bubbly, while Eddie looks like he took a dive into a trashcan—not that he’s too mad about the tears or the off-brand shirt and jacket, he’d wear that himself, but in this context they just piss him off. Jonathan shrugs, holding up the camera with the most helpless expression Eddie has ever seen.

“It’s not my favorite scenario either, but that’s what they told me to do. Do you have any other ideas?”

Eddie stays silent for a second. He peers at Steve, who looks solemn, but not too distraught.

“Are you okay with that? It’s quite, you know. Stereotypical. And mean. And it’s the premise’s long-lost cousin, at best.”

Steve shrugs. His face is almost unreadable. “That’s what they’re paying me for. I guess we have to do it, unless you have a better idea.”

Eddie grits his teeth. No, he really doesn’t.

“Let’s get this circus going,” he breathes out.

Surprisingly, although it appears that they both at least dislike the idea, the photoshoot itself goes smoothly. Jonathan takes the separate photos first and Eddie hates everything about it, but watching Steve do the silly faces cheers him up a bit. He can stand ABBA playing in the background (lie—Eddie actually likes ABBA himself, but no one has to know that) if it means that Steve is going to be smiling like that for the rest of their workday.

They’re eating lunch when Eddie realizes that the difficult part is about to begin. How is he supposed to fake-flirt with a person he’d like to real-flirt with, but he doesn’t have the capacity to flirt at all in the first place?

“I’ll give you five more minutes and we have to get going, guys,” Jonathan tells them. Eddie glances at Steve and Steve glances back at him with an uneasy smile. They’re both nervous.

They can’t be nervous. They’re supposed to be—act like lovers. It can’t stay this tense.

Eddie looks around. There’s an open box of heart-shaped chocolates on the table. He takes one of them and makes his last-ditch effort to relieve the tension. “Hey, Steve,” he says, and before Steve even manages to assess the situation properly, he throws the chocolate in the air haphazardly, “catch!”

The second he does it, he starts to regret it. Only Eddie Munson could get an idea this stupid and—and then Steve just dives forward, roughly in the direction of the falling candy, clutches the table for some stability and catches the chocolate in his mouth without fail.

Eddie stares at him in awe.

“Man,” he says, a big grin slowly growing on his lips, “that was so fucking cool. How did you do that?”

Steve chews the chocolate with a tight-lipped smile and speaks from behind his hand. “My best friend trained me to do that. When we worked together in customer service. We were the laziest employees imaginable, we spent half of the time doing stupid shit like throwing peanuts at each other until we got it right.”

Eddie’s rendered speechless. His shocked smile is so big it feels like his cheeks are starting to crack. “You’re kidding. How many tricks do you know?”

Steve shakes his head and laughs shortly. There’s so much joy glistening in his eyes it makes Eddie feel something. “Too many,” he replies. “As I said, we weren’t diligent workers by any means,” his eyes go wide for a second. “Not that, uh—not that I’m lazing my way through the day now—”

“Don’t worry, man,” Eddie replies, reclining in his chair. “I’m not your boss. And I have a history of lazing my way through basically everything, so…” he stops mid-sentence, catching Jonathan’s eye. “Nevermind. I think we have to get going.”

“Oh,” Steve looks over at their photographer and then back at Eddie. His face is grave, but there’s no trace of the usual curiosity Eddie sees immediately after exposing even a sliver of his past to a stranger. Either Steve really doesn’t care about Corroded Coffin at all or he has the least self-serving soul of all people.

They stare at each other for a second, and Eddie smiles first. He’s still a bit nervous, but it’s much better now. Steve’s just a person—and a really good one, it seems. When he smiles back and stands up, Eddie doesn’t try to postpone the moment any longer.

Actually, it turns out that they’re able to work in almost perfect sync. Everything goes smoothly and Jonathan seems to be genuinely excited about some of the shots, which surprises Eddie to the core, but whatever. Maybe they’re just good enough.

It’s just—the awkward tension is gone, yes. But there’s something entirely different in the air now, and Eddie doesn’t know how to go around it, exactly.

They stare into each other’s eyes and it’s not weird, even though it should be. Eddie laughs and he doesn’t even have to think about anything funny to laugh honestly, because Steve mumbles something unhinged every few minutes to keep him entertained. Their knees bump under the table – it’s not in the frame, but it doesn’t really matter. Their fingers brush when they both reach for the grapes, and it’s not even staged, it just happens.

Eddie’s baffled. He’s not uncomfortable, he’s not weirded out, Steve seems equally fine. There’s still some nervousness about them, but it’s more like—like a natural reaction. When he realizes that he would like to do it again in a more serious manner, it takes him aback. Eddie doesn’t do crushes.

Steve spots the change in Eddie’s attitude. When he finally manages to catch his eye, there’s a barely noticeable frown on his face. Everything’s alright? he mouths, leaning forward. Eddie immediately straightens his back to keep the distance, not ready for more proximity, and—oh. Oh, well. Maybe he does crushes after all.

“Alright,” Jonathan says, taking one last photo of them. “We’ll be wrapping up, I think. You can take a break if you want.”

There’s probably something more after that, but Eddie doesn’t have a chance to hear it. He nods at Steve half-heartedly and leaves the studio in haste. He needs a smoke.

He dodges the security successfully and finds his way outside. When the cold air hits his face, he immediately lights up a cigarette.

He’s so overwhelmed. This is—all of this, really, it’s just so stupid. It was supposed to be one photoshoot. Did Chrissy really have to find the cutest, nicest guy for him to work with? She knows him. She should have known better. He should have known better—he should have distanced himself the second he noticed how his heart quickened for the first time.

He doesn’t do crushes, not anymore. Especially when it comes to cute guys he’s never going to meet again.

Eddie’s frying up his brain with another cigarette and a whole lot of unnecessary thoughts when the door opens up behind him.

“Hi,” Steve says, fixing up his beanie. Blond strands fall over his face and forehead. He’s still wearing glasses. “Jonathan said that we’re done. He has everything he needs.”

Eddie hums, looking at him over his shoulder. Steve shoves his hands into his pockets. Eddie cringes inwardly; it’s awkward again.

“I love stealing from sets too. Best part of the experience,” he tries, not sure how to salvage the moment. Steve looks at him in genuine confusion, so Eddie points at his imaginary glasses. Steve opens his mouth and pushes his glasses further up his nose.

“Oh, no. They’re mine. I can’t see shit without them,” he counters, the glasses fogging up as he speaks.

Great, Eddie thinks. So he is cute like that on a daily basis. Great. Great.

He squishes the cigarette with his shoe. He wishes it was his stupid, overly eager heart instead.

“So, my Uber is here.”

Eddie looks over at him again. God, this is really awkward now. Steve looks like he’s waiting for something, but Eddie doesn’t know what to say.

“It was nice working with you,” he utters and barely holds back a grimace. Where is his bravado when he needs it?

Steve casts his eyes downwards and Eddie’s sure he’s never seen anything more miserable in his life. They nod at each other, smile and wave, and Steve leaves—all that without even exchanging a glance.

When he’s finally alone, Eddie punches the wall with the side of his fist. Fucking hell. Sometimes he wishes he was just a regular person, someone who knows how to interact with other people.

You can treat this as a silly little oneshot, or if you're interested, you can check out extended version with another part here, bc I'm posting both at the same time! Happy Valentine's Day people, I hope your chocolate tastes great today <333

[jasontoddsmommyissues]

Stranger Things AU: Chrissy the Vampire Slayer

Masterlist

I just think Chrissy should get to beat up some monsters

[harringroveera]

Chrissy is always Billy’s biggest supporter

[poolsidepanic]

rip chrissy, billy and heather you guys would have loved the barbie movie and served absolute cunt when you dressed up to go see it 💕✨

[lumax-mayclair]

I just love the idea of all of Hellfire being particularly weirded out when Chrissy starts hanging around them all the time, thinking ofc she’d be as mean and scary as all the other jocks, and only getting over it during one instance where they’re all trying to talk shit about her and realize none of them have anything bad to say. She’s never done anything to any of them and actually there were a couple of times, where if she hadn’t been there to distract Jason and his team, things could’ve been a lot worse for the little sheepies 😬

[anonymouslyel]

i deserve eddie being bestfriends with chrissy and being friends with the cheerleaders

of course the other cheerleaders are worried abt chrissy. so of course they were worried why eddie and chrissy were spotted talking one time. so chrissy told the girls that eddie helped him one rough night and the girls noticed how chrissy is more cheerful than usual

(she also finally broke up with carver. they see how chrissy is uncomfortable with him)

naturally, eddie was trusted by the girls.

(and if eddie lowers the price slightly whenever some of them buy, that's for him to know)

eddie being older than some, if not most, of the girls suddenly becomes everyone's big brother. they go to him for advice abt their boyfriends. they ask him which guys are actually nice and who's just faking nice for the girls to date them.

chrissy is so comfortable with him. she never knew she can be so comfortable in hanging out with a boy bc jason's team mates always makes her squirm and uncomfortable but she has to talk to them bc they were jason's friends.

she talks to him about anything and eddie talks to him too. they talk about chrissy's routine pracitce and eddie's next campaign.

(they both have issues with food and they support each other into overcoming it)

(headcanon that due to tight money, eddie have issue with food)

eddie gives shit and talks shit about other cliques but not the cheerleaders bc they are actually nice to him.

in turn, the girls use their reputation in making others stop giving shit to the hellfire club

chrissy opens up that sometimes she notices girls being pretty too. she felt brave enough after eddie told her that he finds boys pretty too.

"boys exclusively, cunningham. rest assured i am not trying to get into your girls' pants. skirts. anyway."

eddie first assures her that its completely okay and normal. then he teases her into telling him "who's the lucky girl hawkins high's queen has her eyes set on?"

"no one yet, eddie. i just sometimes find myself looking at them more than i should" she said with a blush

"well, i am here to listen to you anytime, chrissy"

then suddenly steve is more present in eddie's life and chrissy looks at him knowingly and afterschool and afterclub hang outs are when they talk about that.

"steve was literally ogling at you! i know that look, eddie!"

"tell me about how your co-captain is looking at you with stars in her eyes, chrissy, huh?"

eddie introduces her to robin (bc he felt like chrissy could use some help in someone that could understand her situation bout girls being pretty and all) (but he did it subtly since he can't tell secrets that he doesn't own)

robin is a bad influence for chrissy, eddie came to know. he's kidding. robin is a good influence on chrissy. she needs more strong-headed girls in her life and robin certainly helps chrissy in some aspects that eddie can't.

steve and chrissy got along with each other too. in a weird 'we are/were part of the hawkins high royalty' kind of weird friendship. they understand the pressure and twisted satisfaction of being called 'king' and 'queen'

i just want eddie being besties with chrissy like what robin and steve have. i also want them to be platonic soulmates.

is that too much to ask for?! (it was, in fact, too much to ask for)

[memes-saved-me]

Billy's nickname for Chrissy is Princess and I will not hear otherwise