#hellcheer drabble

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Her ceiling was a light green.

He turned to the side, her sheets tangled on his bare legs, and faced her profile. She had her eyes closed, chest rising and falling in steady breaths, and she looked like a goddess.

Eddie never would’ve thought Chrissy Cunningham had it in her.

But last night she took his hand, followed him around the block, got onto his motorcycle and wrapped her arms around his waist in a tight grip. Told him, screaming against the wind, that her mother would have a heart attack if she knew where her daughter was. Giggled at the thought.

She danced, her body warm and flush against his, her head draped on his shoulder, her neck an open invitation to his wet mouth.

She drank and accepted the pills he offered her, and she went a little wild and Eddie went a little hypnotized at the sight.

She kissed him first, her hands buried in his curls, her tongue fierce against his, went a little savage with it and Eddie’s grip on her hips tightened more with every move.

She took him home, sneaked him down the corridor, tried to keep quiet as he worshiped her body with her parents in the next room. Wasn’t very successful.

Chrissy Cunningham was a force to be reckoned and Eddie got to watch firsthand as that force was released all night long.

Her eyes snapped open and she looked to her side to spot him staring at her. She just smiled sweetly and searched for his hand, intertwining their fingers once she found it.

“How are you feeling?” Eddie whispered.

Her pupils were still a little dilated. Her eyes had a little light green in them. Maybe that’s what her ceiling matched. Maybe she had a light green view of the whole world around her.

Confession time: I've never actually watched Labyrinth, so all I know for sure about that movie is David Bowie has a ridiculous crotch bulge. So, that's what this is about 😂 it also turned a bit suggestive at the end, so... enjoy? idk what this even is lol, but I did my best

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“Eddie, what was that?”

“A movie.” Eddie stared at her innocently as they climbed into the van after the show. “A good movie.”

“Okay, yes, it was a good movie, but—” she flushed adorably. “Didn’t you see… it?”

“It?” Having watched Labyrinth twice already, he knew exactly what she meant, but it was so much more fun to plead ignorance. “Be a bit more specific, honey.”

“You know.” She gestured vaguely downward. “It.”

“Not computing, kiddo.” He watched delightedly as her blush traveled even further downward. “Use your words.”

“David Bowie,” she stammered, cute as a blushing button. “His—”

“His mask?” Eddie wanted to kiss the little frustrated huff straight from her lips. “His crystal ball? His—”

“His pants, Eddie,” she burst out, red as a tomato. “They were so tight you could see his…”

She trailed off, incoherent and practically radiating embarrassed heat.

“Oh, you liked that?” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Maybe I should get some pants just like Bowie’s. I could wear them to the Hideout, maybe, or for a date night—”

Chrissy clapped her hands over his mouth, cutting off his teasing remarks.

“Don’t you dare,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Why not?” he asked as he pried her hands from his mouth. “Would I get you too hot and bothered? Because you know I’m happy to fix that, too.”

“You—” her mouth dropped open in outrage. “You’re doing this to tease me. On purpose.”

He batted his eyelashes at her. “Doing what?”

He saw it crystal clear, the moment she decided to turn the tables on him. It was so funny how quickly she could turn from shy and innocent to bold and sexy. Her mouth scrunched up in determination, and before he knew it she’d climbed across the center console and sat right in his lap.

“I think,” she said slowly, shifting a great deal more than necessary to settle herself, “you’re the one who wants those pants.”

“What?” he stuttered, quickly losing any edge he’d had. She was on his goddamn lap, okay? Give a guy a break.

“You want to show off for me, baby?” she whispered in his ear, her breath tickling his neck. “Maybe I’d like that.”

Just as quickly, she scooted back to her seat, giving him a teasing grin.

“Fuck, Chrissy, you’re going to kill me,” he groaned, adjusting himself so it wouldn’t be completely embarrassing if he had to get out of the van anytime soon.

“You’ll live,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I just wanted a preview.”

“A preview?”

“Mm-hmm.” She laid her hand on his thigh and squeezed. “If you look like this in your regular pants, I can’t wait to see you in tight ones.”

“Fuck.”

I love this idea! Sorry it took so long, it's been A Week, if you know what I mean.

I'm convinced Eddie would be sooo dramatic in this situation lol. His hair is everything to him. Please enjoy!

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“Don’t look at me.”

Chrissy tugged at Eddie’s hands, trying her best not to laugh. “It can’t be that bad.”

“It is,” Eddie moaned, covering the side of his head. “I’m going to have to shave my head, and before you know it I’ll be wearing polo shirts and talking to Steve Harrington about fucking football. I can’t lose my hair, Chrissy.”

“Eddie, sweetheart.” Chrissy put her hands gently over his. “You’re not going to lose your hair just because there’s some gum in it.”

“Yes I am.” He stuck his lower lip out in a pout.

Eddie didn’t get upset like this often, but he was just so cute when he did that Chrissy couldn’t resist giving his pouty lip a little kiss. Immediately distracted, Eddie lowered his hands to her waist to pull her closer and deepen the kiss, and she chose that moment to pull away and examine his hair for herself.

“Trickster,” Eddie howled as she tilted his head to get a better look. “Nymph. Seductress.”

“Love of your life,” she corrected as she carefully separated the sticky section of his hair from the rest. “You don’t have to be so dramatic, Eddie. This isn’t that bad.”

“I’m not being dramatic,” he grumbled as she led him over to the kitchen. “I’m being realistic.”

A few minutes later, Chrissy had removed the last remnants of gum by using some cooking oil. And though Eddie had squirmed and complained all throughout the process, once he realized she was successful, he scooped her into his arms and twirled her all around the trailer

“You are a sorceress,” he said, kissing all over her face and neck. “A benevolent goddess to your humble subject. I never doubted you for a second.”

“Sure you didn’t,” she said, hiding her giggle with a disapproving frown. “I seem to recall you calling me a trickster-nymph-seductress.”

“Lies and slander,” Eddie declared as he tossed her on the bed. He leaned over her, something hungry in his gaze. “But if you insist, I can make it up to you.”

He tucked his hand into the front of her shorts, but Chrissy squirmed away.

“First, wash your hair,” she said as she firmly removed his hand. “Then we can talk about making it up to me.”

“Promise?” he asked, licking his lips.

Erica is a very intimidating character to me 😅 she has such a distinctive voice, I'm always afraid I won't be able to capture it. Same with Argyle, which is why they both rarely if ever appear in my fics. But here's my attempt ,just for you, nonny! (gosh, these are getting wayyy longer than drabbles. oh well)

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Usually, the drama room was a sanctuary for Eddie. A safe haven from the swirling storm of high schoolers just outside its doors. A quiet corner where he could ditch his classes and remain blissfully alone.

Usually.

Today, his peaceful refuge was rudely disturbed by not one, but two nuisances.

 “Lying isn’t going to get us to back off,” Max said with a roll of her eyes. “You know that, right?”

“I’m not—” he cleared his throat to get rid of his voice crack. “I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are,” Erica said, folding her arms. “Straight through your teeth. You like Chrissy Cunningham, and you’re too chicken to do anything about it.”

“Fuck off,” he said, rubbing his forehead. These idiots were giving him a headache. “If you want to play matchmaker, go bother somebody else.”

“We’re not playing matchmaker,” Max said, idly rolling her skateboard across the floor. “We just think you should stop being so pathetic and ask her out.”

“I am not asking out the fucking Queen of Hawkins High,” Eddie hissed, giving them a glare that would’ve shaken most of his sheep.

Unfortunately, it had absolutely zero effect on these two.

“But she broke up with her boyfriend,” Max said emphatically.

“And she doesn’t have a date for prom,” Erica added smugly. “We heard it in the bathroom.”

“We?” Eddie shot her a frustrated look. “You don’t even go here, little Sinclair. How the hell did you hear anything from the high school girls’ bathroom?”

“I’m on a field trip,” she said with a raise of her eyebrow.

“And we also know,” Max cut in smoothly. “That she looks at you almost as much as you look at her. So there.”

“That doesn’t prove anything,” Eddie said, forcefully squashing down that small feeling of hope rising in his chest.

“You’re not denying you like her anymore.” Max smirked. “That sure as hell proves something.”

“Out!” Eddie pointed forcefully toward the door. “Both of you. Now.”

Erica leveled him with a glare. “Not until you promise to talk to Chrissy.”

“No.” He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “I can’t.”

Ask out Chrissy Cunningham? The most perfect, wonderful girl in the world? The girl who couldn’t possibly know he even existed? Not a fucking chance.

“Are you really going to finally graduate Hawkins High without even trying to go to prom?” Max asked. “Come on. Stick it to the man, or whatever you say that gets you out of bed in the morning.”

“Fuck you.”

“Right back at you.” Max glared at him until he backed down. “You just have to talk to her, jeez. Is that so hard?”

“It’s just—not that simple,” he said, his hands hanging limp at his sides. “She’s everything. And I’m nothing.”

“You’re only nothing if you don’t try, loser,” Erica said, putting her hands on her hips. “Now get. Off. Your. Ass.”

Why did they have to make so much goddamn sense (and be so fucking annoying while they did so)? What was the point of being the school rebel if he wasn’t willing to take a risk? Just this once.

“You know what? Fine.” Eddie marched toward the drama room door. “I’ll ask her. And you two, get the fuck off my back.”

They gave him their solemn oaths of honor, which he didn’t believe for a moment. Then he marched off into battle.

Send a prayer for the lowly freak, Eddie thought to himself as he passed a prop cross. He’s going to need it.

Max and Erica grinned at each other once the door swung shut behind him.

“Ten bucks says he runs away before he gets a full sentence out,” Erica said as she headed for the door.

Max hopped on her skateboard with a grin. “Twenty says I can trip him before he makes it five feet.”

“You’re on.”

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goofy silly spur-of-the-moment date night coming right up!

“Come on, come on!”

“Damn, Chrissy, let me get my shoes on first,” Eddie said with a chuckle.

He slipped on his sneakers with one hand and braced the other against the front door of the trailer to keep his balance while Chrissy tugged restlessly at his shirt.

“Okay, I’m good.” He let her lead him out to the van, where she pushed him into the driver’s seat and promptly climbed in the other side. “Where are we going, sweet thing?”

“The Hideout,” she said firmly, waving her hand for him to get started.

With a sigh, he shifted into gear. “Are you going to tell me why?”

“Mr. Impatient,” she teased with a smile. God, she was gorgeous. “I’ll tell you when we get there.”

With a shake of his head, Eddie drove to the Hideout. Not that he’d even considered denying her—ever since Chrissy waltzed into his life he’d been at her beck and call (and loved every minute of it). But that didn’t mean he wasn’t a little baffled as to why they were going to the Hideout on a Thursday. Nobody played on Thursdays—nobody good, at least—so why bother? At least when he played they could get free drinks.

“Alright, angel, we’re here,” Eddie said as he shifted into park. “Now what?”

“Can I have your bandana?” she asked, giving him an innocent smile that he knew better than to trust. But, of course, he still gave it to her.

“Now close your eyes,” she instructed.

“Getting kinky on me, sweetheart?” he asked as he obediently shut his eyes.

“No,” she said, giggling like she was very pleased with herself. “Don’t move.”

She slid something over his face, something that definitely wasn’t his bandana. He lifted his hand to his right eye just as something soft plopped on his head.

“Chrissy—” he glanced in the rearview mirror just to double check, but he could only see out of one eye. “Is this an eyepatch?”

Chrissy didn’t respond, she just looked at him innocently as she tied his bandana around her head. He ducked down to see what else she’d put on him, and lo and behold, a pirate’s hat with a giant, fluffy feather sat squarely upon his head.

“What the hell—”

Chrissy had her lips pinched together like she was desperately trying to stay serious, and when he looked over again she had a stuffed animal owl on her shoulder.

“It was as close as I could get to a parrot,” she said apologetically, like the bird on her shoulder was his biggest grievance.

“Chrissy, sweetheart, darling,” Eddie said, cupping her hands to his chest. “What the fuck are we doing dressed as pirates?”

She batter her eyelashes at him innocently. “Tonight’s half off drinks if you do.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

She pointed out the window, and he saw several people dressed in various half-assed pirate gear. One guy even had on a full captain’s costume, complete with a sword and everything. Fuck, they’d better not let that idiot get drunk or somebody might leave tonight with a real pirate peg-leg.

He turned back to her with a suspicious glare. “Okay, but why do you get to look cute in a bandana while I get this goofy-ass hat?”

Chrissy shrugged as she jumped out of the van. “You’ve got the hair for it.” She looked back at him, all enticing blue eyes and pouty lips. “Are you coming?”

Eddie threw back his head and laughed, making the pirate’s hat shake precariously. He loved her so fucking much.

Eddie: *flirts*

Chrissy: *flirts back*