platonic!hellcheer wip, modern!au
Eddie spent his Thursday day off with a pair of hands gently tilting his chin and smoothing over his skin. They were significantly smaller and softer than the last pair of hands that had held his face, and they belonged to a bedroom that was very much all kinds of pink.
Chrissy was leaning in close, the tip of her tongue poking out in concentration as she carefully tested a new eyeliner on him.
"Ohhh, I actually think this aqua green looks so cute on you!" she whispered excitedly, pulling back just a fraction to admire her work. "I think it’s the best colored liner we’ve tried so far, Eddie!"
Eddie blindly reached a hand out, patting the mattress to find the hand mirror she had discarded. "Alright, lemme see—"
"No, no, not yet!" Chrissy scolded lightly, swatting his hand away. "I need to see how the eyeshadow looks on the other side first, ‘cause I think silver is going to pop way better than the yellow on your eyes."
Eddie let his head fall back against her fluffy pillows with a dramatic groan. "Woman, for the love of God."
"I'm serious, hold still! It’s gonna be super quick," she promised, already digging into a glittery palette.
Eddie just sighed and let her poke at his eyelid again. It felt entirely impossible to say no to anything Christina Cunningham asked of him. She was an unpredictable well of freakiness and crazy ideas, all wrapped up in a genuinely sweet, most caring heart. Eddie loved the friendship they had managed to rekindle now that they were adults navigating a whole different city together. Back in middle school, he’d genuinely thought the overwhelming affection he felt for her was a romantic crush. A theory that was entirely debunked after their first and only awkward, toothy kiss in the seventh grade. It wasn’t long after that when he realized that no, he was just gay as fuck, and she was his lesbian bestie.
A few people at the bar or around campus always assumed they were together and they never really bothered to deny it, but the only thing they actually shared was an unshakeable complicity, and, apparently, Eddie’s face, which Chrissy had claimed as her personal canvas for testing out new makeup combinations. “You just have the face for it, Eddie, I swear” she’d argued once, and this had become part of their routine.
Sometimes, Jeff and Ronnie would join them, crowding into the small pink bedroom, though Ronnie usually ended up ignoring the makeup in favor of playing with Satan Margareth, Chrissy’s cat, ancient, massive, fluffy and lazy Ragdoll. She was currently sprawled out at the foot of the bed, in one of her diva poses.
wip from the next ch of too close to the sun (on ao3)