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141. “Tell me what you want.”

You have no idea how tempted I was to write a 90s AU for this one with Chrissy listening to the Spice Girls. I hope this is a better alternative! Unbetaed, so as to surprise you. 💗

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What a Girl Wants

"Okay, Cunningham," Eddie called from the hallway, "how do you wanna--?"

The question died as he halted in his tracks just inside the open bedroom door. One hand fumbled for the door frame because he suddenly felt weak in the knees, like the muscles and tendons and bones and shit had turned to goo, unable to support his weight. He couldn't breathe, his heart slamming around too fast in his chest for his lungs to work. His face felt really hot, too. Jesus Christ, was he about to fucking swoon?

Well I do declare, could somebody please pass the smelling salts? Because Chrissy Cunningham was in his bedroom, perched at the end of his bed, wearing a nightgown.

Nightshirt? It was more like a really huge blue t-shirt that fell to her knees. Each of the elbow length sleeves was encircled with broad white stripes--like a football jersey. (Unfortunately, Eddie knew more than he wanted to about football; Wayne didn't allow the TV to be set to anything else on Sunday afternoons, even though he mostly napped through games.) A big, white number 7 was screen printed across the front of Chrissy's nightshirt, between the two perky humps of her boobs.

She, uh, wasn't wearing a bra. Eddie didn't need a high school diploma to know that. Those nips didn't lie.

His face was so. hot. It was all he could do not to fan himself with his free hand. But that would freak her out, right? He dropped his gaze to her feet. The thick, slouchy tube socks made her strong, slender legs look even shaplier. Shit, this was not helping.

"Eddie?"

His eyes snapped back up to Chrissy's face. Her skin was pink and glowing from her shower, makeup scrubbed off, and her hair, still a little damp, fell over her shoulders in waves that glowed sunset gold in the lamplight. Holy hell, she was gorgeous. And alive. And staying with him. Because, apparently, she felt safer and happier in a dumpy Forest Hills trailer than in her parents' big swanky house in Loch Nora.

Apparently, she liked him.

Eddie swallowed and croaked, like he'd slipped back in time to puberty, "Uh, yeah, Chrissy?"

"What were you saying?"

What was he saying? Hell if he knew. He'd be lucky to remember his own goddamn name with those big blue-gray eyes of her gazing up at him from his bed.

(Eddie. His name was Eddie. Short for Edward James Munson.)

And he also remembered what he'd come in here to say.

"Oh. Yeah." He slapped the door frame and stepped fully into the bedroom. "I was just gonna ask about, you know, uh…" His hand went up to scrunch his hair in back. "...sleeping arrangements."

Chrissy's eyes got even bigger. "Sleeping arrangements?" she squeaked.

"Yeah, like…" Eddie jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "I can take the couch."

"I can take the couch!" Chrissy hopped to her feet, more eagerly than Eddie would've hoped for--but this was, after all, why he'd brought it up.

Trying not to sound as crestfallen as he felt, he asked, "Uh, what kind of shitty host do you think I am, making a guest sleep on the couch?"

Not that he hadn't made guests sleep on the couch--on the rare occasion he had them. But usually that was just the guys crashing after too many beers and too much weed. No one who required red carpet treatment.

"And what kind of crappy guest do you think I am, making the host give up his bed?" Chrissy retorted. "You're taller than me, Eddie, you'll get a sore neck if you sleep on the couch."

"The lady is as benevolent as she is beautiful, but I won't allow it." He went on, over Chrissy's protest, "Uncle Wayne gets home, at like, three a.m. You'd only get a couple hours' sleep."

"Oh." Chrissy's brow furrowed, and her full lips pursed. Just when Eddie thought she was going to concede, she said, "But that means you won't get enough sleep, either."

"Well." He wracked his brain for an argument, but he had nothing. "That's true."

For a moment they stared at each other, Chrissy's eyes wide and imploring, lips parted as if words were about to leap off her tongue, then she huffed out a sigh and glanced toward the closet door.

"Do you have any extra blankets?" she asked. "I can make a little pallet on the floor here, and you can sleep on the bed."

"Or I can sleep on the floor, while you take the bed.

Eddie pictured himself curled up against the end of the mattress--a loyal pooch at his mistress' feet. Or a guard dog. Yeah, that seemed about right. But Chrissy's face looked like she disagreed.

Now it was Eddie who sighed, holding out his hands, palms up. "Please, Princess, I'm trying to be a gentleman here. Can you just let--Wait." He shook his head as his brain stumbled backward to the last thing she'd said, then blinked at her, comprehension dawning. "You mean you're cool with me sleeping in the same room as you?"

Was that a blush creeping across her cheeks as she nodded, not quite meeting his eye and catching her bottom lip between her teeth? (He wished those were his teeth sinking into that sweet, supple flesh.)

"I didn't think you wanted to sleep in the same room as me," Chrissy said, in the surprised hush that had gotten under his skin that day in the woods where all this began. "You were so insistent about the couch."

Well who'd a thunk chivalry would bite Eddie in the ass? "I only meant I would if you wanted me to."

"I don't want you to."

"And you don't want to sleep on the couch."

Chrissy looked down. Eddie could see the curl of her long golden lashes against the delicate, faintly purplish skin below her eyes. "Not really. No."

"Do you want to sleep on the floor?"

Chrissy's fingers picked at the fabric of her nightshirt. "Well…no."

"That's two votes in favor of Chrissy not sleeping on this cesspit of a floor."

Her gaze darted up to his, before immediately dropping back to her hands. "I don't want you to either."

A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and Eddie once again felt hot and mushy, like he was boiling from the inside and would just melt at Chrissy's feet. But while he thought he might have an idea of what she was trying to say, it was just too absofuckinglutely bananas to believe. It was probably just what he hoped she was trying to say. He didn't want to jump to any conclusions and make this more awkward than it already was.

Still, they were getting nowhere by beating around the bush. (He should not think about bushes.)

Eddie blurted out, "Well, where do you want me to sleep?"

Now there was no denying that Chrissy was blushing as she stared steadfastly down at her feet, which were curling into the carpet.

"Chrissy. Tell me what you want."

This time, when she raised her eyes to meet his, her gaze held. She rolled her shoulders back, lifted her chin, and said in the steady tone that had won her the position of Head Cheerleader--and that had told Vecna to go to hell, "I want you to sleep in the bed. With me. But…" Here, she faltered a little. "But only if…you want to sleep in the bed. With me."

Eddie basically did swoon then, flopping backward onto the bed. Over Chrissy's laughter, he said, "Sweetheart! That's what I've wanted this whole freaking time! But I didn't, uh, want to make assumptions. I make a big enough ass of myself without their help."

He reached out, and Chrissy placed her hand in his as she knelt beside him on the mattress. "I didn't want you to think I'm…I don't know…fast?"

"Hmm…" Eddie rolled onto his side and drew her hand to his lips, pressing a smacking kiss to the back of it. "We've been hanging out for less than a week, and here you are asking me to sleep with you. There are those who might call that fast."

Although Chrissy's cheeks flushed again, her grip tightened on his hand as she lowered herself onto her side facing him.

"Last week felt awfully long to me," she said.

Eddie scuffed his thumb across the ridges of her knuckles. "Yeah. It sure as fuck did."

Yet it had brought them to now. He wasn't sure how much time passed with them lying hand-in-hand, face-to-face in his bed, but it was long enough that Chrissy started to yawn. Eddie leaned in to kiss her drooping eyelids.

"I swear, I'll be a gentleman," he murmured, still conscious that there were still aspects of their sleeping arrangement that they hadn't worked out. Such as, what did she want him to wear to bed? And was she okay with cuddling? Big spoon or little spoon? "I don't expect you to…You know."

It was Eddie who bit down on his lower lip. Chrissy tilted her head and pressed her lips to it.

"What if I expect you to…You know?" she asked.

Eddie's heart was beating so hard he was pretty sure it had collapsed a lung. His head swam. This was like being high. Better. "You wouldn't happen to have any smelling salts on you, would you, Miss?"

Chrissy giggled. 'What?"

"It's a good thing I'm already lying down, is all I'm saying." Eddie shifted on his pillow to meet her eye. "Just tell me what you want, Chrissy, and I'll do it. Anything."

"Right now," Chrissy said, pressing herself against his chest and tucking her head under his chin, "I want you to put your arms around me."

So Eddie did.

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ship: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson wc: 7.9k A/N: First hellcheer fic and feeling the pressure for it to be a good one. This one is dedicated to all of the lovely ladies in the hellcheer server but especially @slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction and @justhere4thevibez for giving me the inspiration <3

If there was one thing that the members of the Hellfire Club could count on, it was that Eddie Munson was one of the most overdramatic people on the planet, and he was going to put all of those theatrics to work in his carefully crafted campaigns. Some of them had been playing with him as their dungeon master since middle school, and by now, they were all used to his personal brand of immersive storytelling. Typically, this meant that they were going to encounter a sidequest or two that revolved around whatever it was that Eddie was struggling to deal with at the time.

When he was struggling to pass chemistry, they met a potion maker who’d lost his touch, and they set off to find the witch that cursed him, the master potion book that she’d stolen, and the ingredients they needed to brew the cure that would give him his skills back. When he struggled to find a legitimate part time job so he could afford to buy the miniatures and cassette tapes he wanted without worrying his uncle about his potential arrest because none of the businesses in town trusted a kid from the trailer park that looked like him, they were tasked with clearing the good name of a young farmhand who had been wrongfully accused and banished based on nothing more than his unsettling outward appearance. And anytime that he was particularly worried about his uncle overworking himself or going without to make sure Eddie was taken care of, they encountered the same young squire whose only goal in life was to give back to the knight that had taken him in when no one else would and sacrificed so much to raise him. The boy wore his heart on his sleeve, and the ever-changing NPCs that inhabited Eddie’s fantasy world told them everything they needed to know about what their friend was going through.

However, the most common recurring theme to Eddie’s sidequests were acts of true love. There was the humble minstrel who fell in love with a beautiful mermaid and longed for a way for them to truly be together despite the fact that they came from different worlds. They met a thief whose truest love had been kidnapped by a man who he’d stolen from in the past, and they had to find a way to rescue her. And nobody could forget the time that Gareth’s character almost died when they had to fight off an army of goblins in order to save a lost princess for her betrothed. Each and every time one of these quests came up, the girl was exactly the same. She may have had a different name and upbringing each time, but she always looked the same, and she always had the same temperament. Eddie thought he was being subtle enough about it, but it was obvious to his friends: she was always Chrissy Cunningham.

Ever since he’d first laid eyes on her at that middle school talent show, he’d been smitten. He could pretend that he wasn’t interested in her all he wanted, but his friends saw the way he looked at her. They noticed that he never lumped her in with all of the other cheerleaders and jocks. But the most damning piece of evidence was the fact that every time he bumped into her in the halls or saw her out in public, one of these special quests popped up in the middle of their next gaming session.

It only got worse when Eddie started his third attempt at his senior year only to find that he and Chrissy shared Ms. O’Donnell’s third period English class. And while Jeff, Gareth, and Greg had privately agreed amongst themselves to put up with Eddie’s lovesick antics as long as none of their characters came close to death as a result again, the new group of freshman party members had made no such agreement and were too perceptive for their own good.

“Would you just grow a pair and ask her out already so we can do something other than run errands for some lovesick knight?” Mike asked after the third session in a row where the game play was overtaken by sidequests that had very little relevance to the main plot.

The rest of the players around the table froze. Nobody spoke to Eddie like that, and nobody brought up his crush on Chrissy. Not unless they had a death wish.

Eddie leaned back in his throne and looked in Mike’s direction with an expression that was eerily calm for the situation.

“I have no idea what you're talking about,” he replied. “Are you saying that you have a problem with the way I run my game? Because I'd be happy to step aside and let one of you run a campaign for once if that's the case. But, if you're not willing to put in the work to provide the epic entertainment that this group has grown accustomed to, I’d suggest you let me continue telling the story that I'm trying to tell without the complaints.”

“That's not what he's saying at all,” Dustin interjected, elbowing Mike in the ribs with enough force that the other boy groaned. “It's just that we thought we were still working on overthrowing that corrupt king, and it's been a few sessions since we've encountered anything that had a connection to that. We were all really excited to see where that story was going, and we feel like that's been abandoned in favor of minor quests that aren't really adding to our character development. That's all.”

“I see,” Eddie said as he crossed his arms over his chest. “And here I thought that you all enjoyed my side quests.”

“We do,” Gareth told him. “We would have quit ages ago if we didn't. But, if we're talking about this, we've been thinking that you've been using these side quests to avoid acting on the feelings that you have for a certain someone. And while it still leads to some pretty cool story elements most of the time, it would be nice if we didn’t end up ignoring the main plot for multiple sessions in a row, you know?”

“And you're all feeling this way?”

The group nodded and mumbled their various statements of agreement.

“Fine. While I have no idea what you're talking about when it comes to my feelings, I suppose that I can put an end to the side quests for the good of the group. On one condition.”

Eddie reached into his bag below the table and pulled out a small locked chest that he then placed on the table before them.

“I was planning on putting this into play at the end of today's session anyway. Your quest, if you choose to accept it, is for the party to go on one last side quest. This chest belongs to the knight who knows each and every one of the locations of the seven sacred items you'll need to defeat the corrupt king, but it's been stolen away by a band of thieves who are only slightly weaker than you are. The chest doesn't contain any riches. Instead, it holds a secret that the knight would desperately like to keep hidden. If you can retrieve the chest for him, he'll gladly help along the journey that you actually want to be on. It won't be an easy quest by any means, but I believe the rewards outweigh the risks. Do you accept?”

The group debated whether or not the quest was worth it for a few minutes before making their decision.

“We accept,” Gareth announced on their behalf.

“Excellent,” Eddie replied. “We'll start our next session with the beginning of that quest. If you're lucky and the dice gods are on your side, it might only take you one session to get the chest back. You're dismissed.”

The younger members of the group might not have picked up on it, but Jeff, Gareth, and Greg figured there was more to this chest than meets the eye. It wouldn't surprise any of them if the secret that the knight had was some sort of connection to a secret that Eddie was trying to hide from all of them, and they'd be even less surprised if that secret was somehow related to Chrissy. All they wanted was for their friend to be happy, so they knew that they had to do something. That's when they came up with what they thought was the perfect plan.

They were finally given the opportunity to put that plan into action the day before their next gaming session. The group was talking about the upcoming quest while waiting for Eddie to finish putting his stuff in his locker before they headed to lunch together when they were approached by none other than Chrissy herself. She offered up a smile and a quick hello to the others before turning her full attention towards Eddie.

“I was wondering if you maybe wanted to spend lunch in the library getting a head start on our project?” she asked. “I know we have almost a month to get it finished, but I'd rather get it started now so we're not rushing to finish it later. It's so much less stressful that way, you know?”

“You guys are working on a project together?” Jeff asked.

“Yep. Ms. O’Donnell randomly assigned partners today,” Eddie told the group.

“We have to choose a book from her approved list and give an oral report with visual aides. It counts for something like a third of our grade this semester, and I'm determined to help this one finally pass her class,” she said as she gestured to Eddie before hugging her binder to her chest.

“Third time’s the charm, right?”

“It will be if we get started on this project now. Please say yes?”

“Mrs. G isn't going to get on my case if I'm eating in there, is she?” he asked.

“I don't think she cares as long as you're not getting food all over the books. And we can always sit at one of the back tables that she can't see if you think she'll give you any trouble.”

“Then I'm in,” he told her as he shut his locker. “Give me a couple minutes to finish filling these guys in on tomorrow's campaign, and I'll meet you there.”

“Campaign?” she asked.

“It's a dungeons and dragons thing,” Gareth told her. “That's what the different stories you play through are called. We're actually starting a new one tomorrow if you're interested in checking it out.”

“Oh, I don't know if you'd want me to join you. I'd have no idea what I was doing, and I'd just end up holding you all back.”

“Nonsense,” Greg told her. “We'd all be happy to help you out, and Eddie’s always happy to welcome new players into the party. He's got this whole speech about how the world would be a better place if more people would just give the game a chance. Don't you, Eddie?”

“I have said that before. Yes.”

“So, he'd love it if you joined us,” Jeff insisted. “Wouldn't you, Eddie?”

“Oh yeah. It'll be fun.”

Their usually animated dungeon master was standing there frozen, and the guys were thankful for Chrissy's presence if only because they were pretty sure one of them would be getting strangled if she wasn't there.

“You have study hall last period, right?” Gareth asked her. “Because I just so happen to also have study hall last period, and I'd be happy to help you create a character if you want to join us.”

“You're sure I won't be intruding or messing anything up if I join?”

“I can honestly say that every single member of the party will happily welcome your presence,” Gareth told her with Greg and Jeff nodding in agreement.

“Alright. I'll give it a shot,” she told them. “I guess I'll see you in the library last period, Gareth. And, Eddie, I'll meet you there in five minutes?”

“Can’t wait.”

Chrissy said her goodbyes and headed off in the direction of the library.

“I hope you all have your affairs in order because I might actually have to kill you for that,” Eddie said once he was positive Chrissy was out of earshot.

“Whatever do you mean?” Gareth asked, feigning innocence. “You're always saying you want more players because you'd be able to throw stronger monsters at a larger group. We were just giving you the opportunity to do that.”

“And, if my math is correct, adding Chrissy to the party means that we'd have seven people. One to wield each of the seven sacred items we need to defeat the king,” Jeff added.

“Yeah, but did you have to invite Chrissy of all people?”

“Why would inviting Chrissy specifically be a bad thing?” Gareth asked. “You don't secretly have feelings for her or something, do you?”

“I have no idea what you're up to, but I'm not dignifying that with a response. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a book report to get started on.”

With that, Eddie turned and left for the library.

“If this doesn't get him to finally ask her out, I don't know what will,” Jeff told the others.

***

“She's a halfling rogue armed with a crossbow and the typical thieves’ tools. We came up with a pretty extensive backstory about her family and why she became a con artist if you want to weave it into a plotline at some point in the future, but we have a planned party connection for her already.”

Gareth handed the character sheet and the couple of pages that Chrissy had filled out with her character's history over to Eddie who started to scan through the information provided there.

“Calpurnia Amaranthe? How'd you come up with that?”

“It’s all symbolically linked to the backstory I wrote,” Chrissy told him. “Specifically her lost love and her motivations behind becoming a con artist.”

Chrissy leaned over and pointed to a specific passage in her backstory.

“If you look here,” she started, “you'll see that this wasn't her given name. It was a name she chose for herself after her truest love passed away to separate herself from who she was before she lost him. I didn't write the symbolism into the backstory, but the globe amaranth is a flower that has been used to symbolize immortality and represents a love that will never fade or die. And Calpurnia comes from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. She was Caesar's wife, and she had a dream that predicted her husband's death. Much like how my character had a dream that her love would be murdered. She didn't place any significance in her dream, and the name is a badge of guilt she wears for not trying to save him. It all ties back to the fact that she was forever changed by losing her greatest love, and everything she does now is an attempt to still have the life that he always promised her that she would have.”

“You did research to come up with a name that symbolizes your character’s motivations?” he asked.

“Oh, I didn't have to do any research. This is just stuff that I already knew. Gareth told me how seriously you take your campaigns, and I know that this might just be a one time thing for me, but I wanted to show that I'm taking my participation in this game seriously as well.”

If he wasn't already harboring a secret crush on this girl, that statement would have sealed the deal. It was only her first session, and she was putting this much thought into her character's motivations already? He was a goner.

However, having her join in on this specific campaign filled him with dread. The guys just had to invite her into the session where they were retrieving the chest that held the knight’s biggest secret. If any of them managed to open the chest and take a look at what was inside while she was there, he'd have to leave the country.

He tried to push those thoughts aside and stay focused on the conversation at hand.

“So you're just that well-versed in Shakespeare’s plays and the language of flowers? I wouldn't have pegged you as such a nerd,” he teased.

“There's a lot you don't know about me.”

“Well, color me surprised. I look forward to learning more.”

“So, are there assigned seats?” Chrissy asked. “Or can I sit anywhere?”

“Well, the throne is Eddie’s,” Jeff told her. “But other than that, we pretty much just sit wherever.”

“You should sit here though,” Gareth said as he pulled out the chair next to Eddie’s throne. “That way you're between me and Eddie, and we can help you out since it's your first time playing. You have an extra set of dice she can use, don't you Eddie?”

“Sure. Let me see what I've got in my bag.”

Everyone took their seats around the table, and Eddie dug through his dice bag to find a matching set of bright blue dice for Chrissy to use.

“So, did Gareth cover any of the gameplay basics with you, or did you guys just go over character creation?”

“He told me a little bit, but he also said it would be fairly easy for me to learn as we go. You'll help me if I get stuck, right?”

“Yeah. Sure. Of course. Whatever you need,” he told her before turning his attention back towards his bag and pulling out the small chest from the week before. He set it on the table and then leaned back in his throne to address the group.

“When we ended our session last week, you'd just been informed about the existence of this chest which contains a secret that Sir James would desperately like to keep hidden. Over drinks at the tavern, he told you that the chest had been stolen by a roaming band of thieves when he'd recently been robbed. The gold and weaponry he lost no longer matter to him, but he's willing to do anything to get that chest back. If you can retrieve it for him and keep his secret safe, he'll happily accompany you on your journey to find the seven sacred items and aid you in overthrowing the corrupt king that has brought down chaos and destruction in the land that you've called home for many years now. All he asks is that you keep his secret from falling into the wrong hands.”

“Do we know where the thieves have run off to? Or are we going into this blind?” Greg asked.

“Sir James has heard rumors that this particular band of thieves has a permanent camp set up in the middle of the woods about a day’s walk from the town you found him in. He can send you in the right direction, but you have to make this journey alone. Where would you like to begin?”

“Are we assuming that Calpurnia has already joined the party?” Dustin asked. “Or should we have Chrissy roleplay introducing herself and convincing us to let her join?”

“Gareth and I actually wrote a connection between our characters into my backstory, and we were hoping that his character could introduce me to the group if that's alright with everyone else,” Chrissy told them. “But I'm happy to participate in any way that works the best for what's already been established.”

“Let Ryker introduce her,” Eddie decided. “I'm curious to see what the two of you managed to come up with.”

“Should we say that the rest of the party is at the tavern preparing to leave, and Ryker approaches with Calpurnia at his side?”

With agreement from the rest of the party, Gareth leaned forward in his seat and started to embody his character.

“Good morrow, brethren,” he began. “I come before you today with a story to tell and a new ally to introduce. Due to no real fault of my own, I found myself surrounded by an army of goblins. And while I fought valiantly, I was outnumbered and was certain to be overtaken by the vicious hoard. When all hope was nearly lost, two of the goblins nearest to me were struck with arrows and fell down dead. I had no idea where the arrows were coming from, but with their aid, I was able to defeat the goblin hoard. It was only when the last one was dead that my companion dropped down from a nearby tree and announced her presence with a crossbow sling across her back.

“I owe my life to this woman, but I had nothing of real value to offer her, so I invited her to join us instead. A seventh adventurer will only help us when it comes to welding the seven sacred artifacts designed to break the bond that the evil king has on our beloved homeland, and I feel she’ll make an excellent addition to our party. It is my honor to introduce Miss Calpurnia Amaranthe to all of you.”

“But how can we trust her?” Mike asked. “We know nothing of this woman or where she came from. How do we know she's not on the side of the king and actively working against us?”

“Bite your tongue,” Gareth sneered. “She is a woman of few words, but from the little she has told me, I believe that she has the purest of intentions for joining us on our quest. I owe her my life, and I don't think she would stoop so low as to betray me with everything she's promised. But, if it helps to dissuade any uncertainties you might have about working with her, I will swear on the good name of Ryker Stormsworn and the honor of The Raven Queen that she will not betray your trust.”

The party whispered amongst themselves before Dustin turned to Chrissy.

“I get up from the table, cross over to Calpurnia, offer her my hand, and say ‘Welcome to the party, Cal. Hope you enjoy food that tastes like ass and mediocre lute playing after too much mead.’”

“Hey! My lute playing is phenomenal no matter how much mead I've had,” Jeff yelled.

“Keep telling yourself that, Leafshade.”

After the rest of the party took their turns introducing themselves to Calpurnia, the group set off into the woods. While Eddie was excited to see how Chrissy was going to fit into their group, this was not the campaign he would have wanted to bring her in on, and while he was normally a fair and impartial dungeon master when it came to letting the party make their own choices on how to live in the stories he created, the urge to sabotage their mission grew stronger the longer he sat there. Specifically, he wanted to keep Chrissy from succeeding in anything that would allow her access to the chest. It was hard enough for him to mentally prepare for the possibility of his friends learning what was locked away in that chest. He'd already come to terms with them knowing. Chrissy knowing was a different animal entirely, and he didn't know if that was something he could handle.

But he was going to keep his cool. He was going to continue being a fair and impartial dungeon master and put his own interests aside in favor of making this an enjoyable experience for everyone involved. It did cross his mind that if Chrissy enjoyed this session, she might decide to keep playing with them, and he would've been lying to himself if he said that he didn't want her to stick around. He just had to find a balance between making this session fun for her and keeping her from getting inside that chest.

With Eddie painting a picture of the world around them, the party journeyed through the woods. Occasionally, a low level monster or two would jump out at them, but with seven party members, they were defeated pretty quickly. Soon, their adventure led them to the edge of the thieves’ camp which was smack dab in the middle of an open clearing in the woods.

“How big is the camp?” Lucas asked. “Do we need to roll a perception check to figure that out or learn how many people are in the camp?”

“It's after nightfall, but the camp is well lit at the moment, and it's small enough that that isn't necessary,” Eddie told them as he set up his miniatures on the terrain before them. “It's a fairly small group. There are three tents positioned around a roaring fire. From this distance, you can only see five men, but there could be more in the tents. As of right now, you're far enough away from them and hidden in the shadows, so they don't know you're there. How would you like to proceed?”

“I say we just run forward and ambush them,” Greg said. “We outnumber them, and the camp is small enough that we'll easily be able to find the chest after we win this fight.”

“We don't know how many men are still in the tents though,” Lucas countered. “If we just rush in, it'll alert anyone in there, and then we'll be the ones getting ambushed. We have to come up with a better strategy than just running in.”

That's when Chrissy - who had remained mostly silent this far other than asking about loot - spoke up.

“You said they don't know we're here?” she asked.

“You're completely hidden. As long as you don't start screaming, you won't alert them to your presence until you're ready to do so.”

“And are we close enough that we can make ranged attacks? I mean, if I climbed one of these trees, would I be able to hit one of them with my crossbow?”

“I might make you roll with disadvantage because of how dark it is outside of their camp if I'm feeling like giving you an extra challenge, but you're close enough that any crossbow or ranged weapon could hit them.”

“I think I have an idea then. Who else uses a ranged weapon besides me?”

“I have a crossbow, and Lucas uses a short bow,” Jeff told her.

“Perfect. May I move our miniatures to illustrate my idea?”

“Whatever you need to do.”

“Okay, here's what I'm thinking,” she said as she pulled the seven player miniatures into her hands. “Those of us with ranged attacks can climb separate trees to get a better vantage point on our shots. I assume there'll be some sort of athletics check to do that? And will we need to do a stealth check as well before we take our shots?”

“You'll need to do an athletics check to get into the tree, but there are a lot of low hanging branches, so it would be an easy check to pass. The only way I'd make you do a stealth check, too, is if you fail your athletics roll just because falling out of a tree would be loud enough to let the thieves know you're there.”

“Okay, so assuming we all pass our athletics checks, would we all be able to get a shot in before the thieves would counterattack?”

“Since this is your first session, and you're doing some pretty creative thinking on the fly for a newbie, I'll allow it.”

“Fantastic. Here's my plan then.”

Chrissy lined up her halfling rogue, Lucas's human ranger, and Jeff’s elven bard along the tree line. She then took Dustin’s dwarf artificer, Greg’s half-orc barbarian, and Gareth and Mike’s human paladins, placing them in a line closer to the camp.

“So, what I'm thinking is that Jeff can stay on the ground, and Lucas and I will have our players climb the trees. Then, we can fire off three shots into the camp. I'm hoping we'll all hit, but even if there's a miss, the main goal is to cause a little chaos within the camp.

“What I'm thinking will happen next is that anyone who's currently in the tents will come out of hiding when they hear the commotion happening around the fire.”

“But how do you know they'll come out?” Mike asked. “You might just alert them to the fact that there's someone hiding in the trees, and then they'll have the upper hand by staying hidden until we're right there.”

“I highly doubt that's going to happen,” Chrissy continued. “These thieves are clearly morons.”

“How do you figure?” Eddie asked

“Well, just look at where they set up camp. They have to know that someone is looking for them at this point after robbing a knight, and yet they chose to set up camp in such an open area. Sure, it's an open area in the middle of the woods, but they're still really exposed. If it were Calpurnia, she would have hidden somewhere deeper in the woods. It might have been more dangerous for her, but at least she would've been better hidden from attackers. The thieves didn't consider the risk of staying in the clearing, so I doubt they'd think before rushing out of their tents.”

“An interesting theory,” Eddie said as he leaned back on his throne.

“One that you wouldn't be careless enough to confirm or deny?” she asked.

“You're pretty smart for a newbie, but no, I won't be confirming or denying your theory.”

A blush started to bloom on Chrissy’s cheeks, and it took everything in Eddie’s power to keep from telling her everything she wanted to know. He wasn't going to give her special treatment just because he'd never been more attracted to her than right in this moment where he realized that she would be a formidable player in any campaign that he crafted with the way she was thinking.

He didn't have to hold out for long though because she was soon diving back into her plan.

“Whether Eddie will confirm my theory or not, I think I'm right,” she told the group. “After everyone exits the tents, Gareth, Dustin, Greg, and Mike can all rush forward and attack in the confusion. Even if the newly revealed thieves get to attack first, we'll have potentially incapacitated three out of the five we already know about, and I like our odds of outnumbering them after that.

“Plus, this keeps our healer from taking immediate damage since Jeff is hidden in the trees and out of the fray. Lucas and I can keep it up with the hidden ranged attacks from our trees no matter what, and he can run forward if anyone ever needs healing. You're all at a higher level than the people we're fighting, so this should be a relatively easy brawl. And, this keeps me from taking too much more damage since my hit points aren't nearly as high as yours. I'm fairly confident that if we try my plan, we'll all make it out of this fight without any major injuries, and we'll be able to claim whatever loot they have in the camp in addition to retrieving Sir James's chest. What do you guys think?”

Chrissy bit her lower lip and looked over to the rest of the party in search of their approval. The boys looked between themselves, but Gareth snuck a quick glance over at Eddie and saw that their dungeon master was gazing at Chrissy with hearts in his eyes. If it wasn't already obvious that Eddie had been harboring a crush on this girl, hearing her plotting out the perfect attack strategy had clearly worked some sort of magic on him.

“I think it's brilliant,” he told the group. “I say we give her plan a shot. What have we got to lose?”

The rest of the group agreed, so they put their plan into action. Everything fell into place exactly as Chrissy had hoped it would. She and Lucas passed their athletics checks with ease, so their characters were able to fire their arrows from the trees and injure two of the thieves surrounding the fire. Jeff ended up missing his shot, but his arrow went through the fire instead and ended up setting one of the tents ablaze which injured two of the three thieves that had remained hidden. The chaos that that caused allowed the four remaining players to ambush the camp, and the battle was won easily without any party member taking on too much damage. They raided the camp and divided the gold and gems evenly amongst the players, and a few people walked away with extra weapons. And, if there happened to be the perfect set of halfling armor for Chrissy’s character, that was purely a coincidence and definitely not an incentive for her to keep playing with them.

Jeff’s character ended up being the one to find Sir James's chest, but he immediately offered it to Chrissy.

“I think Calpurnia should carry the chest back to Sir James,” he said. “It was her strategy that helped us win it back, so she should have the honor of presenting it to him.”

“I couldn't agree more, Leafshade,” Gareth replied. “Our new companion has proved herself a worthy addition to this group, and I think it would suit us well to secure her position as a trusted ally in that way.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes in their direction. He didn't know what they were up to, but he knew that he didn't like whatever it was.

“I would be honored to present the chest back to Sir James,” Chrissy told the group. “What’s in it anyway?”

“No clue,” Gareth told her. “All we’ve been told is that it holds his greatest secret, but that’s the only clue we’ve been given.”

“Is the chest locked?” she asked, turning to Eddie.

“Of course. You think he’d leave his greatest secret somewhere easy to get into?”

“I’d like to roll to open the chest. That’s something I’m allowed to do right?”

“Yeah, you could try to do that, but is that something you really want to do? I mean, if you open it, and he finds out that you betrayed his trust, he might not want to help you on your quest any longer. And if he doesn’t want to help you out, how are you going to find the seven sacred artifacts you need to overthrow the king? That seems like a pretty big risk to me. You definitely don’t wanna open the chest.”

Eddie knew he was rambling, but he couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want anyone to know what was in that chest. Especially Chrissy.

“But what if his secret is that he’s loyal to the king?” she asked. “Then I’d be saving the group from aligning ourselves with someone who only wants to sabotage our mission.”

“That’s true,” Gareth chimed in. “We have no reason to believe that Sir James is even on our side. I think she should open it.”

“And, if I’m staying true to my character, I feel like Calpurnia would want to open the chest. She doesn’t trust people easily, and knowing for sure that Sir James isn’t secretly loyal to the king will go a long way towards helping her trust him as an ally in this quest.”

“Then I think you have to open it,” Jeff told her. “You’ve gotta stay true to your character.”

“What kind of check do I need to make for that?” she asked.

Eddie dug through his dice bag and set a single black die with red numbers on it in front of Chrissy.

“Dexterity,” he told her. “But you should use this one for it. For good luck.”

“Isn’t that the D20 that’s in permanent dice jail for never rolling anything higher than a six?” Dustin asked.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Eddie couldn’t watch as Chrissy picked up the die and rolled it, but he knew from her squeal of joy that he wasn’t going to like the result.

“That’s a nat 20!” Gareth called out. He offered up a high five that she gladly returned.

“So what’s in it?” Chrissy asked, excitedly turning to Eddie. “What’s in the chest?”

He said nothing as he opened his wallet, pulled out a key, and then used said key to unlock the small chest sitting on the table. He slid the chest over to Chrissy and could feel his stomach twisting up in knots as she opened the chest and pulled out the envelope that was hidden inside.

When she opened the envelope, he couldn’t take it anymore. He got up from the table and walked out without another word. Chrissy almost didn’t notice his exit. She was too focused on the contents of that envelope. Inside, she’d found a simple silver charm bracelet with a single cheerleader charm and a handwritten poem.

More beautiful than the lushest red rose

And more comforting than a warm embrace

The one thing every poor sap surely knows

I was a goner once I saw her face

Bright blue eyes and waves of strawberry blonde

No one around is more lovely than she

This sweet girl of whom I’m overly fond

Deserving a love far better than me

Try as I might we were doomed from the start

Someone more worthy shall win her favor

Destined forever to be torn apart

While I still can, these moments I’ll savor

For all the world could not help but adore

The only fair maiden my heart beats for

She didn’t want to be too presumptuous, but she couldn’t help but think that the poem was written about her.

“What was in that chest that made him leave like that?” Lucas asked. “I’ve never seen him be that quiet before.”

“It’s nothing,” Chrissy said as she tucked the items back into the envelope and tucked the envelope into her sweater sleeve. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Should one of us go after him?” Greg asked.

“I’ll do it.”

Chrissy was up and out of the room before anyone could stop her. It didn’t take her long to find Eddie. He was pacing back and forth not far outside of the doors to the building. She could tell that he was mumbling something to himself, but he was being quiet enough that she couldn’t make out what he was saying. She moved to sit perched on the edge of the brick planter near the door and cleared her throat. Eddie whipped around to face her and froze in his tracks.

“You ran out of there pretty quickly,” she told him. “I figured you would have wanted to explain the knight’s secret after I opened that chest.”

“I figured it was pretty self-explanatory.”

“It’s a lovely poem. Really.”

He couldn’t have this conversation with her. There was a ‘but’ coming. He just knew it. It’s a lovely poem, but he shouldn’t have written it. But she didn’t feel the same way. But she thought it was creepy and so was he for writing it in the first place. But, but, but, but. It didn’t matter what the but was. He couldn’t stick around to hear it.

He turned on his heel to start heading towards where he’d parked his van, but she was moving to stop him before he could make it very far. She grabbed the cuff of his jacket and started to pull him back over to where she’d been sitting. Once she’d taken her seat again, she patted the space next to her, and he joined her in sitting on the edge of the planter.

“When did you write it?” she asked him.

“You’re gonna think I’m even more of a freak than you already do.”

“Don’t say that. I’ve never thought you were a freak.”

“Really?”

“Scout’s honor,” she said, holding up three fingers in the typical Girl Scout salute. “I just want to make sense of what was in that chest.”

“You remember that middle school talent show?” he asked her. “You did your cheer thing, and my band played. After the show, you came up to me and told me you thought my guitar playing was neat, and you had the biggest smile on your face when I let you hold it even if the one note you played was completely out of key.”

“I remember.”

“Well, a week later, my English teacher taught us about sonnets. I wrote the first draft then.”

“How many drafts are there?”

“I don’t know. Dozens probably.”

“And the charm bracelet?”

“Probably around the same time, I guess? I saved up my comic book money for weeks and any other spare change I could scrounge up doing random chores for people around the trailer park just so I could afford it. I had this whole plan where I was gonna give you the poem and the bracelet - maybe some flowers if I could find some nice ones growing in the park - and tell you that you were the nicest and prettiest girl I’d ever met.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I chickened out.” He couldn’t look at her as he spoke, choosing to stare down at his hands instead as he fiddled with the rings that adorned his left hand. “Then the school year was over, and we weren’t at the same school after that, so I thought it would have been weird. And then, when we were at the same school again, we were hanging out with such different people, and it felt like too much time had passed, so I just didn’t say anything.”

“Oh.”

Chrissy was silent for a moment before pulling the envelope out of where she’d hidden it in her sweater sleeve.

“One last question,” she started, turning the envelope over in her hands a couple times. “You said that you’d written more than one draft. When did you last rewrite it?”

“Truthfully? I changed the last couplet after we had lunch together yesterday. Spending the period with you kind of inspired me.”

“That’s sweet.”

“You think so?”

He looked up at her for the first time since he’d admitted his crush, and he noticed her cheeks were tinged with the faintest of blushes as she nodded. But then she offered him the envelope back, and his heart sank. Of course, she didn’t want it. She thought it was sweet, but she didn’t feel the same way about him, so she couldn’t accept them. She was going to turn him down, tonight would be her only session with the party, and she’d probably ask Ms. O’Donnell for a new partner because she couldn’t bear to spend anymore time with him after he’d made things awkward with his confession.

“You don’t want them?” he asked, taking the envelope back from her. He was waiting for her to put him out of his misery - or plunge him into it depending on how you chose to look at things.

“No, I want them.”

That definitely wasn’t the answer he expected from her.

“You do?”

“I do. I just have this feeling that you really, really didn’t want me to know they exist let alone give them to me tonight, and I only want them if you actually want to give them to me.”

“That’s fair, I guess.”

“But, if me saying that I want them isn’t enough, let me just say this: I don’t care that we’re in different social circles. That kind of thing doesn’t matter to me. What matters to me is the kind of person you are.”

“Oh, yeah? And what kind of person am I other than the school freak?”

“Stop saying that about yourself. You're not a freak. Don't you realize that you're the very best kind of person? I saw how you took those freshmen under your wing and how you gave them a safe place in a school that really doesn’t value what you guys bring to the table. You’re nice to me on both my good days and bad when the people that are supposedly my closest friends only want me around on the good ones. You even let me join your club tonight when you probably really didn’t want to given the result of that quest. Plus, I think you have the best smile, you make me laugh without even trying, and I still think your guitar playing is really neat.”

“You haven’t heard me play since middle school,” he said, trying to change the subject from all of the nice things she’d just said about him. “How would you know it’s still neat?”

“Whenever I need to get away from my mom, I spend time with my grandma who just so happens to live two doors down from Gareth’s house, and you guys aren’t exactly quiet.”

“I was not aware of this.”

“Well, now that you are, maybe I could come listen to you play in person instead of through the open window of my grandma’s guest room?”

“I'm sure we could work something out,” he told her.

He moved to hold her hand, and when she gave his hand a little squeeze instead of pulling away, he knew his fears about her rejecting him had fully disappeared.

“So, if I were to give you the things in that envelope willingly, you'd accept them?”

“Gladly.”

“Wait right here.”

Chrissy watched as Eddie got up and raced over to the grassy area next to the parking lot. When he returned to sit next to her, he was holding a small bunch of bright yellow dandelions.

“They aren't exactly the tulips I was picturing, but they'll have to do for now,” he said as he offered them to her.

“They're lovely,” she said with a small giggle as she made a show of smelling them as if he'd given her a large and fragrant bouquet.

He pulled the charm bracelet out of the envelope next.

“May I?” he asked.

She held out her hand, and he clasped the bracelet around her wrist before moving to hold her hand in his again.

“So, I wrote you this poem,” he told her as he handed her the envelope. “When I was in middle school, I just wanted you to know that you were the nicest and prettiest girl I'd ever met. Now, I want you to know that that's still true, but you're also one of the very best kind of people. Better than anyone else in this town even. And I was wondering if maybe you’d want to go out with me sometime?”

“I’d really like that,” she replied. “So, you wanted to give me tulips?”

“Yeah. I have no idea why, but I always pictured bringing you a big bouquet of tulips in a rainbow of different colors.”

“Do you know what tulips are supposed to symbolize?”

He shook his head.

“Over the years, they’ve come to symbolize a lot of different things, and typically, the different colors all have different meanings. But, the longest lasting and most well known meaning tulips carry is a deep and perfect love.”

***

If any of the guys noticed the way Chrissy was clutching a handful of weeds as if they were a precious bouquet or the smear of lipgloss against Eddie’s cheek when the pair reentered the room, they all chose to remain silent on the matter. They didn’t know what had happened while they were outside, but one thing was certain: their gaming sessions wouldn’t be featuring anyone pining over an unattainable love anytime soon.

#hellcheer #hellcheer fic #hellcheer fanfic #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #my writing

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slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction · 1 month

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Several people are typing…

A modern day Hellcheer group chat au

Part Three

First part • Previous part • Next part

#fic: several people are typing #Hellcheer #Hellcheer fic #eddissy #munningham #my writing #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #robin buckley #steve harrington #and jeff lol

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ebongawk · 3 months

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I wrote like 5k of this AU in a blind haze over the past 2 days

#hellcheer #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson #stranger things #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fic #my writing #chrissy cunningham #time travel AU

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astorytotellyourfriends · 3 months

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oooh smth i’ve been thinking abt is chrissy doing some skincare on eddie and him obvs loving being pampered (him getting an affection boner is optional lmao but he would)

mj!!!! your mind!!!! i love it!!!! i'm kissing ur big beautiful brain rn 😘

The bathroom countertop has never been this covered. There's little bottles and containers everywhere, and Eddie's pretty sure he didn't know most of this shit even existed, let alone what to do with any of it.

"Sit down, please!" Chrissy says with a smile as she corrals him over to the toilet, where she's already put the lid down, and Eddie snorts a little.

"Starting to think you might be a witch, sweetheart," he teases as he picks up a bottle at random and glances over the ingredient list. "Gonna make some fancy potion to make me fall in love with you?"

"Already did," she quips, her smile brightening before she pecks a kiss to his cheek.

Eddie catches her before she can pull away too fast, getting in a proper kiss before she squeals and dislodges her mouth from his with a shy little whimper of his name.

"You said you'd behave!"

"Yeah, yeah," he replies as he licks his lips. "Go on, do your worst."

It starts with a fluffy pink headband to keep his hair off of his face. Then it's a warm washcloth pressed to his skin--which, admittedly, feels great--followed by some kind of scrub that smells nice but makes his nose itch. It's a relief when she wipes it all away, but what comes next is something cold and wet that he was definitely not prepared for.

"Don't move!" she shrieks as Eddie shies away from her touch. "I don't wanna get this in your hair."

"What is it--"

"It's a mask, hold still!" Chrissy huffs. "Eyes closed!"

After a while, she stops touching his face. He hears the shuffle of her feet along the floor of the bathroom, and Eddie peeks at Chrissy through one open eye when he hears the faucet running. Her hair is similarly pulled back from her face but as far as he can tell, she hasn't applied anything to her face yet. As he turns his head to get a look at himself in the mirror, he's faced with a reflection he definitely doesn't recognize.

His face is covered in a green goop that clashes horrendously with the headband, and he can't help but burst into laughter.

"Eddie!"

"What is this stuff?"

"Don't touch it!" Chrissy snags his hand before he can press even one finger to his cheek. "You have to let it sit for ten minutes."

"I look ridiculous."

Chrissy huffs as she climbs onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist as she settles herself into a comfortable position.

"You'll thank me when your skin feels nice and soft and refreshed," she says, giving him that knowing sort of smile that makes him go all tingly.

Though, honestly, that could also just be from her sitting about two inches away from his dick.

"Mhmm," he says, letting his eyes drop down to her mouth. "But what if I wanna kiss you?"

"Well..." Chrissy presses her lips together, her cheeks going a little pink as she tries not to laugh, "you're gonna have to wait."

Eddie groans. "I don't wanna wait."

He tries to lean in but she leans back, scolding him through a fit of giggles.

"C'mon!"

"No!"

She tries to scramble off of his lap but he doesn't let her get away, which means they end up in a tumble down on the bathroom floor and Eddie presses little gooey kisses all over her face as she shrieks with laughter.

"Just sharing the love, baby," he teases as he admires his work: her cheeks now smeared with the green goop from his face.

"I should've known," she mumbles as she wipes away the mask around his mouth before drawing him into a real kiss.

#hellcheer #eddissy #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer headcanons #hellcheer fic #answered #cunninghamchrissie

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Morning Glory - (NSFW)

Summary: Chrissy has recently moved into the Munson trailer. Eddie unfortunately wakes up with morning wood, so he heads to the bathroom to take care of it. Chrissy has a couple of ideas to help him with his dilemma.

Early morning wood wasn’t an unusual phenomenon for Eddie. A quick masturbation session took care of it and then he was good for the rest of the day. However that matter was going to change once Chrissy came into his life. Ever since she moved into the trailer, he felt that it was inappropriate to wake up beside her like this. His two choices were a cold shower or finish in the bathroom.

In the very early hours on a cool spring morning, Chrissy had turned over and felt the absence of his warm body. She could hear moaning from the bathroom, she was curious so she decided to investigate. The darkness of the trailer shielded her from Eddie’s eyes. Well then again his eyes were tightly shut as he jerked his cock within his tattooed hand. The door was left open just a crack, giving her a chance to witness the glorious sight of him masturbating. This felt so illegal to just stare, her own private show with Eddie as the star. Her pussy throbbed, moistening her panties as she kept her mouth covered. Her body heat rising at the sight and sounds of the most beautiful man fucking his closed fist.

He called her name multiple times, describing exactly what he needed, “Spread those legs. Oh fuck, play with your pussy you dirty slut. Suck my fucking cock… oh good girl, my good girl.”

Chrissy’s jaw dropped, a silent exhale escaping as she rubbed herself against the wall. Those words of his, no matter how crude, never failed to make her wet.

She couldn’t simply wait, she had to speak, “Eddie.”

His heart dropped, blood running cold despite the hotness emitting from his skin. Shit, he was so fucked! How was he going to explain himself? Well the moment Chrissy gently opened the door and turned on the light, no explanation was needed. Her cheeks were bright pink, dark pupils dilated, and her shiny essence coated upon her fingers.

Their bodies faced each other, her icy blue eyes shined under the dull bathroom light. She wore one of his band shirts, one that was clearly too big for her. She stepped forward and reached out to him, her slick covered hand making good use of his hardened cock. Eddie was at a loss for words, what felt like a nightmare turned into an amazing dream. This was clearly no dream, the way she groped and fondled him clearly indicated that this was really happening; and he loved it.

“Why are you hiding in the bathroom, Eddie?” she sweetly whispered.

“Oh fuck… ooh babe…”. Her grip began to loosen, that’s when Eddie found his words, “I- I- I got hard and I didn’t want to freak you out- oh shit!”

She offered him a tiny smirk as she gave him a good tug, her voice lovable, “You’re so considerate. Always thinking about me and my safety. Such a good boyfriend.”

His heart slammed against his ribcage, “Thank you babe, oh just like that.”

She leaned forward and pecked his neck, “You have a beautiful cock, Eddie.” Her free hand spider crawled down his back, giving his rear a playful squeeze, her voice a gentle whisper in his ear, “Baby.”

This felt too good to be true, as if he was experiencing something from one of his dirty movies. Jeans around his ankles, being handled by his lover, and getting praised. This was definitely going to awaken a thing or two in him, right now he was focused on trying not to cum too fast.

“Chrissy, Chrissy, oh fu-”

Her sweet little giggle seemed so cruel, “What’s wrong Eddie? Come on, you can tell me.”

He bit down on his lower lip, “Cum… gotta cum Chri-”

Despite the soft volume, her tone was firm, “No. You don’t get to cum yet.”

Eddie felt his legs start to shake, “Please Chrissy-”

She kissed his ear, her hand began to slow down, “I said ‘No.’ You have to wait. Good boys wait, Eddie.” Sapphire stared deeply into smokey topaz, "You will be a good boy for me, won’t you?”

His eyebrows scrunched up, a tiny smile emerging through, “Y-Yes…”

Her hand started to loosen up, “Hmm? What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

Eddie loudly declared, “Yes!” She quickly covered his mouth, he then responded breathlessly, “Yes, I will be a good boy for you, Chrissy.”

Her princess pink lips pecked his trembling mouth, “Thatta boy.”

She held him once more, leading her beloved by his cock back into their room. Eddie had no choice but to follow, trying to remember how to breathe. His body was on fire, the flames growing with each passing moment. He adored the way Chrissy could be so kind and so demanding. Even when she barely had to speak up, he was more than ready to listen to her. To serve her, kneel before her, and do exactly as she commanded. Wow, he was really enjoying himself, perhaps much more than she realized.

“Now, take off your clothes and lay down.”

The cold air felt so pleasant upon his burning flesh, goosebumps forming from top to bottom. He was lovely, tall and slim, his chest and arms beautifully inked. The newest addition of his collection that adorned his left bicep depicted a snake slithering through a human skull. Eddie had wondered if perhaps he needed another tattoo. One that not only matched his dark and brooding aesthetic, but one that precisely indicated his undying love for her. Another time of course, right now all he had to do was present himself.

The accompanying bedside lamp made Chrissy shine, a Goddess walking towards a mortal man. She stood there, hungry eyes drinking in the gorgeous sight of him. He was rock hard, veiny shaft pulsating and twitching slightly. Nipples deliciously jutting out from his soft breasts. Red watercolor flush painted upon his pale flesh. A single finger very gently circled the very top of his bulging head. She was careful with him, tracing the shape and circumference of the tip. Soon allowing all of her fingers to gingerly caress him.

Eddie grabbed the sheets like his life depended on it, “O-Oh… oh my god.”

Chrissy gazed at him with love in her sparkling eyes, her other hand offering his length a playful squeeze. She couldn’t prevent her little giggles from coming out. He looked so sweet, hips attempting to follow her, watching her jerk him so very, very slowly.

“You’re so cute when you’re whiny,” she mentioned. “You’re just a big baby, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” he cooed.

She bent down and gave the top a tiny kiss. This soon led to longer smooches and kitten licking. He shut his eyes, trying his best to focus on his breathing instead of the bubblegum pink lips and wet tongue teasing him with seemingly no end in sight.

“Eyes on me, Edward.”

Eddie watched as Chrissy let a glob of saliva land upon him, waiting for it to slide down before licking it off. Her slithering tongue was like a paintbrush, creating all manner of precise strokes with dexterity and delicacy. Very carefully swallowing him as far as her mouth could allow. This was heaven for Eddie, delicious and moist heaven. His lover taking the most vulnerable part of his physical being and offering him the kind of pleasure he had only ever fantasized about. Yet despite the tantalizing nature of Chrissy’s talent, hell was not getting the chance to blow his load down her throat. Still, being ordered by her to not cum was quite thrilling.

Beads of sweat cascaded down his face, hot air continually pumping out of his lungs. Air suddenly escaped him the moment she went down just a little more. Sucking in her cheeks and humming a little tune as she moved her head. He felt so snug in her throat, the squeezing sensation felt oddly satisfying to her. Eyes locked together once more, he looked divine, skin gleaming a hotter shade of red that continued to spread along his torso and shoulders. Eddie’s mind would forever imprint this very special and very sleazy moment.

He was desperate, he wasn't going to last, “Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!”

Chrissy rested her hands upon his warm thighs, easing herself off of him. Wiping the drool and pre-cum from her newly freed mouth. She sat beside him, crossing her legs and tossing her hair to the side. She appeared so casual as if she didn’t just blow him from here to almost kingdom come.

She cradled his face, presenting a playfully mean smirk, “Poor, sweet Eddie. You’re a total mess. That must have been so hard for you.”

“Chrissy-”

“Shh, shh. You’re doing so good, Eddie. I know you wanna cum, just hold on a little longer.” Her lower lip quivered, her expression and voice oozed sweetness and sympathy, “You can do that can’t you, baby? Hmm?”

He blinked his teary eyes, “Uh-huh.”

She wiped the little trails and kissed his forehead, “I know, I know. You can do it, Eddie. You’re almost there.”

She was telling the truth, he knew that she was right. He believed her with all of his heart and he would wait, even if it took all morning. Things became all the more enticing when she removed her underwear and brought it close to his face. The soft, frilly material looked oh so good and wonderfully slick.

“Do you want a taste?” Chrissy gently prompted. “Go ahead, you deserve it.”

Eddie stuck his tongue out and savored the intoxicating delicacy that is Chrissy Cunningham. He may not have the most expensive palate, but he would gladly trade all the food in the world just to have a taste of her. Underwear or straight from the source, he didn’t care, he was glad to oblige. Chrissy nibbled her bottom lip as she watched that tongue of his clean the garment.

She cutely cooed, “Aww, look at you. You love the taste of my pussy don’t you, Eddie?” Her other hand scratched his scalp, “You’re such a slut.”

He whimpered when she threw her panties to some unknown corner, “I want more.” Her brow arched up harshly, she didn’t need to say a single word. Eddie gulped, “I- I’m sorry. Can I have more please?”

Her smile returned, “Good boy, Eddie.”

She positioned herself above his hips, pushing up the giant shirt to reveal her lovely body. Her curly covered apex sat mere inches above his dick. Pudgy labia so warm upon her fingers as she explored herself. Carefully sliding a couple of fingers into her wet apex, so close to the weeping tip.

“Oh my god,” Eddie groaned, having to restrain himself from grabbing her by the hips.

Her other hand carefully circled her clitoris, her voice so soft and breathy, “You like that? Watching me touch myself?”

“Y-Yes,” he huffed.

Chrissy chuckled, her fingers cycling her inner walls, “I heard you say those naughty things about me. ‘Spread those legs. Play with your pussy you dirty slut. Suck my fucking cock.’ You’re a dirty slut. Go on. Say it.”

His mind was losing focus, all he could hear was her voice, answering her like the mindless sex servant that he was, “I’m a dirty slut.”

“Louder,” she ordered, stroking his cock with her juices.

“I’m a dirty slut!” Eddie wailed.

His jaw slammed shut when he heard an angry fist pounding at his bedroom door. He knew the gruffness of his uncle’s voice anywhere.

“Boy! It’s three in the morning!

Chrissy pushed herself down on his cock. Smiling devilishly as she quickly covered his mouth. Wagging her finger and quietly tutting her tongue. Smugly looking over at the locked door and enjoying the madness of this moment.

Wayne continued, “What are you yelling about?”

Chrissy moved her hand aside and whispered, “Tell him you’re sorry.”

“Nothing. I’m sorry uncle Wayne. I- I- I had a bad dream,” he attempted to answer back as regularly as he could.

She tightened up around him, gyrating her hips in slow circles. Hypnotizing him with her cunt and with her breasts as she squeezed them.

“Jesus Christ, you scream like someone died in front of you. Just get back to sleep, Eddie. Goodnight.” Wayne grumbled.

Eddie nodded, shaking his head when he remembered that he couldn’t be seen, “O-Okay. G-Goodnight.”

His uncle returned to his room, and so they waited for a few minutes. Chrissy continued her erotic method of torture, relishing the pleasurable and painful expressions on his face.

She relaxed her body and shimmied her lower half, “That was a close one. Now…” She roughly grabbed his wrists and held them down, “…hold on tight big boy.”

Chrissy was merciless as she humped and bounced on top of him. He felt amazing, better than amazing! He fit perfectly within her pulsating center, filling and emptying herself to such delight. Squeezing and suffocating his member with such intensity and ecstasy. Despite his lack of working brain cells, Eddie couldn’t help but wonder if he already died and this was going to be his final resting place; if that was the case he had no complaints. His fingers dug into his palms, eyes focusing on the ravishing woman taking him. She could see the love in those chocolate button eyes. He wanted to singhis praises and adoration of her, butthe most he could do was groan and say her name.. As wild as Eddie Munson could be, he was tameable. All it took was the right person to do it.

Chrissy was beginning to find it challenging to say what she wanted to as well, centering her thoughts on herself and him. Their hips did not falter, the rhythmic motion of her seeping flower kept his engorged vine under wraps. The sky looking down at the earth, pastel pink crashing down to intertwine with rose pink. The heat from their skin rising, the bed springs danced and sang a song of squeaks and creaks. Her nails pinched his skin, driving his form deeper into the old mattress, breaking the kiss for a moment to try and breathe.

She squealed, “Fuck, fuck, Eddie. Eddie… oh god!”

He mewled, “Fuck, Chrissy. Oh baby, oh my god!”

She nuzzled into his neck, sampling the salty sweat before whispering, “Cum.”

Something almost Pavlovian switched on in his head. That was it, that one single command was all it took for him to let go and finally give in. Time had stopped, he could see sparks forming before his eyes. The build up was over, Eddie came and came. His orgasm hit him hard and fast, blowing all previous attempts out the window. The rush overpowered him completely, thick ropes streaming out like lava from an exploding volcano. Chrissy wrapped her arms around him, he did the same to her. She bit down on his shoulder to prevent herself from screaming and he scratched at her back. The more he marked, the harder she clamped down. Pure, unabashed bliss between the two lovers. Bodies that willingly fell into the depths had started to gain some buoyancy once again, floating above and beyond into a cloudy space of eternal elation.

Despite the heaviness of sleep starting to take hold, he eased her back onto the bed. His grip loosened, snuggling into her chest, and offering her small kisses. She cradled him, smacking her lips to his forehead. Eddie faced him and gave her a bashful grin. She scrunched up her nose when she smiled back. They were exhausted and ecstatic. After tonight, there was no chance of feigning ignorance about those stains now.

“Hi Eddie,” Chrissy casually stated.

Eddie responded, his intoxicated grin growing, “Hi Chrissy.”

Chrissy moved the loose curls away from his face, “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay? I feel fucking fantastic,” Eddie happily answered back. “Holy shit, that was amazing! Where did you learn all that?”

Her lips puckered up, letting them pop before giving him a response, “Uh… well you know, I have my little fantasies.” She began to rub the back of her neck, “And I may have found your um… video collection.”

His eyes widened, “Chrissy Cunningham, you watched one of my porno tapes? Without me?”

“What? I was curious! I mean, you’re not mad at me are you?”

He guffawed, “Babe, I don’t care if you read a ‘How To Give Your Boyfriend the Best Blow Job Ever’ guide from one of your magazines! That was fucking phenomenal!”

Chrissy touched her blushing cheek, “Oh god, Eddie.”

He held her face, his eyes sparkling with such enthusiasm, “Oh come on, don’t get shy with me. You knew what you were doing and you knew that you were amazing at it.”

She pecked his nose, “Thanks Eddie. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

He quickly shook his head, smile still wide and pleasant, “Nope. Not at all. Oh shit, your back.” He turned her around and checked, leaning down to kiss the markings, mumbling such gentle apologies.

Chrissy hugged him, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m fine. What about your neck?”

He shrugged, “Not the first time I’ve been bitten. Well, that is, this is the first time I got myself a love bite…” The pull of sleep gripped him, causing a large yawn to come out, “…instead of a fight bite.”

The yawn passed on to her, “I think it’s time for bed.”

They settled down and allowed themselves to relax in each other’s arms. Basking in the wonderful series of lazy kisses before falling into the lovely slumber of the very early morning.

He had one more thing to ask, “Chrissy?”

“Mmhm?”

“When it’s time to get up, what do you want for breakfast?”

She giggled, “Sausage á la Munson.”

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Hey could you write a prompt that some guy is trying to hit on Chrissy and she is getting uncomfortable and eddie sees it and steps in.

Thank you!

It wasn't a Friday night worth mentioning, really. Another grey night in Hawkins, the kind where the fog settled over the entire town like a suffocating blanket. The air was crisp with the promise of spring, and Eddie found himself shivering each time the door of The Hideout opened with a sad little creak.

The band on the stage wasn't great, either. Though he sounded like a dipshit even in his own head when he thought it, Eddie knew Corroded Coffin could've beat them any day of the week. Tuedays or Fridays.

Even if they looked like a sad little bunch sitting at their regular corner table, nursing their second beers of the night. Eddie grimaced at the bitter tone of his thoughts.

Fuck, he needed to get out of this fucking town. And this fucking bar, preferably. ´86, baby — the real world was so close, he could almost feel it in his ring-cladded fingers.

Eddie found himself drifting in and out of focus as Gareth and Jeff argued whether they should get on the road and see Black Sabbath in Chicago the next month. Their voices blended into a indistinct humming in his ears, and Eddie was glad his input wasn't requested.

So he sat there, sipping his beer as to present some signs of intelligent life to his friends. His brown eyes fixed on the worn down posters on the paneled walls, those shitty ones from the 60s so badly tattered that it was nearly impossible to make out the names and dates anymore.

It wasn't until 15 minutes or so later that Eddie snapped out of his laconic state as a large group entered the bar, the door opening with the familiar creak that quickly got lost in the loud, drunken hollering of Jason Carver and his posse of douchebag variants.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Garreth mumbled into his beer, rubbing his eyes with the tips of his fingers

Jeff shook his head, his eyes meeting Eddie's. "Think they finally managed to burn down Benny's?"

Eddie shook his head, downing the last of his beer. "Don't think they're that advanced yet. Fire scary. Fire big. Carver no understand fire."

The rowdy group of guys made their way through the bar, and Eddie let his gaze gloss over them with little interest as they started drifting toward the counter, their loud voices competing with the band playing on stage. And as the guys finally started to scatter and drift toward a table with drinks in their hands, Eddie caught a glimpse of a familiar figure still at the counter.

Chrissy was leaning against the counter, her slender fingers tapping on the wooden surface. She looked out of place in her white dress, her hair tied back with a green ribbon that entangled into her loose curls. Her frame was somewhat covered with the letterman jacket that someone — undoubtedly Carver — had placed over her shoulders.

Eddie found himself almost annoyed at the sight of that fucking jacket. As if he needed another reminder.

Jason moved closer to Chrissy at the bar, clutching a beer in his hand. He draped his free arm over Chrissy's shoulder, leaned in closer and said something to her. Whatever it was, Eddie was certain he could see the girl lean back slightly, answering with a dry smile and a few words that he couldn't make out.

Chrissy shook off the letterman jacket and handed it to Jason, her words once again lost in the noise of their surroundings. Jason grabbed the jacket after a momen of hesitation, but there was something oddly stiff in his shoulders as he walked to the table where his friends were seated. He clutched the jacket in his fist as he sat down.

The tense exchange almost made Eddie snicker with a laugh his mother would've called "vindictive", but he stiffed it into a cough that was a bit too loud to be convincing.

Jeff glanced at him with a weird look in his eyes, but said nothing. And alas, the argument about whether Garreth's car was too shitty to make it to Chicago continued, and Eddie found himself getting lost in his thoughts once more.

A few minutes passed in boredom, and Eddie listened on. Chicago was fine, but would Columbus be closer? Maybe they could take Eddie's truck. No, that thing will blow up on the fucking interstate. Well, what about Jeff's brother's van, that thing's brand new—

Eddie's gaze glossed over the bar again, and this time he couldn't help himself from staring at the sight of Chrissy Cunningham in conversation with one of the town drunks.

And by the looks of it, there was nothing pleasant about it. To her, at least.

Eddie glanced at the table where Jason and his friends were sitting but was not shocked to see that Carver was paying no attention to the situation at the bar. Figures. The guy could've beat Narcissus himself in the battle of self-absorbed assholes.

"I'm gonna get another beer," Eddie informed his friends, pushing himself away from the table.

He made his way to the bar, making sure to leave some distance between himself and Chrissy at the bar. Who knows, maybe Bob the Boozer was a dear relative of the girl. A happy family reunion at The Hideout, wouldn't that be nice?

And yet, there was nothing familial about the way the guy started grabbing Chrissy’s ass at that very moment, inciting a loud protest from the girl’s lips. Her words got lost in the noise, but Eddie knew it wasn’t good, and so he took a step closer as Chrissy took a step back and bumped right into his chest.

Chrissy jumped at the sudden contact, her ponytail swinging as she whipped her head back to look up at Eddie. Green eyes met brown ones, and Eddie could’ve sworn he saw a moment of relief in her gaze.

He didn’t stop to take her in for that much longer, and instead stepped past Chrissy and closer to the guy that still had his hand outstretched from his previous attempt at molestation. He could feel Chrissy stepping aside, her body brushing against his side for the briefest moment that passed far too quickly. Shivers.

Eddie’s ring-clad fingers closed around his wrist, and he pulled the guy slightly closer to his face, albeit at the cost of having to smell the stale booze on the guy’s breath. He was almost taken a back at the fire in his chest, the anger burning his veins.

"I might not be the smartest guy around, but even I was taught to keep my hands to myself when I was in first grade,” Eddie stated to the man, his grip tightening on his wrist as he yanked him even closer, their noses nearly colliding.

Burning, burning. Anger burning in his veins, intense enough to ignite his entire body.

He continued: “What’s the case with you, then? Got the memory of a goldfish or never had an education past kindergarten? My money’s on the second one, but you guys never cease to surprise me.”

As always, any form of intelligent conversation was a near impossibility with the guys who frequented The Hideout, and the guy was no exception. Eddie could barely a catch a word from his slurring, and he knew it’d be a waste to rile him up. Worst scenario he’d just get get a sucker punch to the back of the head with a beer bottle.

So he pushed the guy away and tremendously enjoyed the way he nearly stumbled to the dirty floor in his attempt to gain back his balance. “Get the fuck out of here, will you?”

And after a few seconds and a few more incoherent answers, he did. The door shut closed behind him with a creaky bang, and Eddie noticed himself exhaling with relief. He turned around to face Chrissy who was still standing there by the counter, hugging herself like she had caught a chill. Her cheeks were red — with anger? Or embarrassment? — and her green eyes sharp as they landed on Eddie.

"You okay?" Eddie asked with an intensity that went through his body like a physical being, startling him.

“Why’d you do that?” Chrissy blurted out like an accusation, though there was a moment of softness in her eyes that indicated she hadn’t meant it to come out as rudely.

“Personally, as much I enjoy getting my ass grabbed by town drunks, I know it might not be everyone’s thing,” Eddie answered with a sheepish grin. And though his joke was nothing if not limping, he was glad to see a smile tugging at Chrissy’s lips.

There was a small twinkle in the green of her eyes. “So that’s why you guys love this place so much, right? Guys like that making you feel pretty?”

Eddie couldn’t stop a laugh from falling off his lips, and he nodded a few times. “Exactly. Nothing better than a pervy 60-year-old to make you feel like a man.”

Chrissy glanced over her own shoulder at the loud table where her friends — or Jason and his friends — were sitting, perhaps suddenly far too conscious of her current company. Eddie followed her gaze, leaning against the wooden counter. The guys were paying Chrissy nor Eddie any attention, which was a first; Jason was usually always at the girl’s side, like a little rodent marking his territory.

“What are you guys doing here anyway? I thought Benny’s was the designated asshole jock spot,” Eddie said, smirking at the offended look on Chrissy’s features as her head whipped back to face him.

“Hey! That is so rude!”

“I didn’t mean you, per say. Though you are asshole-adjacent with Carver, I guess.”

“I am?"

“I don’t make the rules, Cunningham.” Eddie defended himself with a grin.

“Yes you do.”

“Sad day for you to be a rule-follower then.”

Chrissy’s shook her head, a real smile now lighting up her features. “You think I’m a goody two shoes?”

“I think you’re the goody two shoes,” Eddie stated, snickering with laughter as the girl stared at him with an exaggerated look of shock and hurt.

For a moment they stood there staring, their words still hanging in the air between them. And as Chrissy's invasive green eyes met his own, Eddie swore he felt a jolt of electricity traveling all the way up his spine. The silence between stretched on, and it was clear the girl was not going to be one giving up, and Eddie was far too aware of the very little distance between their bodies.

He glanced at Jason again, nervous.

Chrissy was still looking up at him, her fingers fidgeting with her hair as she did. There was something odd about her face as she noticed Eddie glancing past her, knowing that he was looking at Jason. Knowing, that Jason wouldn't be looking at her.

He never really did, anymore. Not really.

Maybe that's why it was such an intense, burning feeling when Eddie looked at her just now. Intense and unforgiving, like he could read her mind right then and there. He always had that weird quality to him, ever since they were kids; like he could see through people while no one could really see him.

Chrissy's hands were shaking.

"I think I should go. Jason's probably waiting for me," she eventually said, knowing her words were a lie just as well as she knew that she had no desire to join the guys at the table.

Eddie shrugged, a poor attempt at hiding his disappointment. "That's probably a good idea then. Can't keep the King of Hawkins High waiting."

There was a brief flash of genuine hurt in Chrissy's eyes, but it was gone as fast as it had appeared as the girl seemingly reorganized her features to form a somewhat neutral expression. "Right."

A beat of hesitation. Another.

"Thanks for... Dealing with that guy." Chrissy's voice was warm, genuine. Even if there was a note of sadness in it, one to match the look in her big green eyes.

Eddie had trouble looking away from her. It felt forced to tear his gaze away from her as he cleared his throat, turning his attention to his shoes. And though he wanted to say so much more, all that came out was: "Don't mention it, Cunningham."

The sadness in the green persisted as Chrissy gave him one last smile before walking away.

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