#chrissy cunningham fanfic

[quickiesgirl]

Girls Loving Girls - Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham

Paring: Robin Buckley x Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Soft Dom/Sub, Morning After, Threesome FFF, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, My Shitty Writing.

Kinktober 13 - Threesome

You were snuggled comfortably beneath soft, grey linen covers, lying between the two undressed women, who were gradually waking up. Last night's confessions had turned into passionate lovemaking. 

Robin Buckley invited all the ladies to her place for a movie night, and unfortunately, Nancy was unavailable, leaving just you and Chrissy. The summer temps were dropping in the evening, and poor Chris was practically shivering in those small pieces of clothing when you were all out in the living room.

She lightly pulled at the wool blanket sprawling across the three of you until cuddling for warmth was suggested, bringing the three of you closer than ever with sexual tensions rising. One thing led to another, and next, you were being fucked by Robin while Chrissy's dripping pussy sunk into your mouth. 

A delicate sigh left the cheerleader's lips while she shuffled back into your mound, feeling you lean in and push a soft strand of her strawberry blond hair back behind her ear, kissing behind her earlobe, “Morning, pretty girl.” 

“Good morning,” Chrissy beamed with that warm, affectionate smile across her curved-shape lips, her cheeks extra rosy when she turned back and kissed you. 

Robin was behind, spooning into your body with both arms comfortably wrapped around you, falling asleep with her hand cupping your tit while the other lay flat against your tummy. 

With a deep, sleepy groan, she buried her face into the plush pillow you'd been sharing throughout the night. 

The sweet aroma of Chrissy and you filled her nose with each breath, reminding her of the two beautiful women in her bed. 

She released herself from your body and rolled to her back, laying the palm of her hands over her eyes, rubbing them open with a yawn while her recently polished black nails buried into her shaggy brown bangs. 

The two of you both looked over and greeted the sleepy girl. 

“Morning,” She murmured in a drawn-out sentence with that gravelly morning voice, making your thighs clench together. 

If she dared look across the bedroom floor, she would find discarded garments and other pieces of clothing sprawled across it, painting a pretty picture of the night before. 

“Holy shit, I think that was the best sleep I’ve ever had,” Robin said, crossing her arms behind her head, relaxing languidly across her comfortable mattress, watching you inch ever so close with a soft smile.  

 “You should invite us to bed more often.” 

“Oh, trust me, babe, I was planning on it.” She winked. 

Chrissy sat up on her elbow and cupped her cheek. Her eyes wandered across the scene, following the trails of hickeys and bite marks, recollecting her lustful, hazy mindset from last night when she kissed down each of your bodies, across tummies, hips, thighs, and especially those gorgeous sets of breasts. 

They felt incredible being cupped in her hands, even better when they were pressed against her own. Both were so soft, warm, and well-rounded in her touch. She loved everything about them. The different shapes and sizes for her to enjoy, and the beautiful skin tones that paint the nipples. 

Chrissy couldn't help herself. She raised abruptly to her knees and straddled herself between Robin and your spread thighs. Those innocent-looking eyes gazed upon you two and affectionately asked for some morning kisses, which Buckley gladly agreed to, as yet to receive any this morning. 

Your pussy gained a sudden pulsation watching her lean down, Robin's hand instantly swooping around, grazing along the back of her neck, and collecting her hair as their lips collided together, moving slowly and sensually with such passion. 

Noses brushing against one another with warm breaths on each other's cheeks. Their naked breasts pushed together as Chrissy's hips began to roll ever so slightly. 

Robin snaked down your waist and positioned her lengthy, nimble fingers against your clitoris, rubbing in tight, rhythmic circles. 

You moaned softly and tossed your head back into the pillow, getting a direct view of Robin’s digital clock on her side table. It would have instantly reminded you of work if it weren't for you being so distracted. 

Your sensual sounds catch their attention without realizing it, causing them both to gaze in your direction, faces inches apart, their smirking lips a bright shade of red from kissing. 

“Her pussies so fucking wet for us. Wanna taste, baby?” Robin offered, looking towards Chrissy, watching the young, innocent-seeming woman nod happily, feeling her swipe her fingers across your hole, collecting some of your wetness, and bringing them up to her mouth. 

She pushed them past her lips as her tongue licked and savored your sweetness before Robin retracted back to get a taste for herself. 

You gawk at the two women, lashes fluttering, unable to speak. You couldn’t believe the two hottest women in Hawkins, the two girls you have had deep crushes on, were sharing a taste of your arousal. 

Robin's gaze darkened with an urge to satisfy. She suddenly grabbed Chrissy’s hips and rolled her back onto the mattress. Hungry eyes trailing over to your body before separating your thighs and slowly sinking between them. 

You looked down at her, watching the way her broad tongue dragged through your silk folds, licking up before placing a wet kiss on your clitoris, repeating this action a few times till you were squirming beneath her. 

“Y-you’re so fucking good with your tongue, Robs.” You whine softly, spreading your legs further apart and driving your fingers through her short, brown hair with a light tug, making her groan audibly into your cunt. 

She slowly grazed her hand up Chrissy’s thigh to her smooth lips, swiping some arousal from her glistening entrance before giving some attention to her sensitive, pink clit, and continuously massaging her thumb over it. 

Your body melted into the mattress as your bosom began to heave, moans falling from your lips the second Robin’s lips suckled gently, creating a warm, wet suction on your sweet spot. 

Chrissy’s inner walls engulfed her lengthy fingers when she slid inside her tight hole and began finger fucking her. 

You could hear Cunningham’s sweet noises of pleasure, the same ones she was singing last night while she rolled her hips on your face. This time her beautiful body was pressed into yours, and you felt her hips squirm beside you when Robin picked up her speed, and curls against her g-spot with more pressure, turning you on even more. 

Within minutes, arousal and sweat were scenting Buckley’s bedroom. Her gray bedsheets were now soaked in a mixture of the two. You and Chrissy had come together, holding hands while your heads tossed back into the pillow, and toes curled as waves of pleasure washed over your bodies. 

She used her tongue to clean the two of you before crawling up, covering the both of you in sweet, sensual kisses, making the woman beside you giggle. Robin smiled softly and rose from the mattress. 

“Where are you going?” You inquire, brows furrowing and head tilting in curiosity. 

“I’m gonna start us some breakfast. You two stay all cute and cozy for me.” She hummed, throwing on her boy short panties and a t-shirt, listening to Chrissy and you whine dramatically as she exited the bedroom with a small chuckle. 

Eventually, the two of you crawled out of the warm bed, raiding Robin’s closet for clothes before heading out to the kitchen to make breakfast together. 

Robin Buckley Smut Taglist: @acimadetudorubron

Chrissy Cunningham Smut Taglist: @sunflowerharrington @cantthinkofauserlololol

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[eds6ngel]

could you do a sleepover gone smutty for chrissy x reader? 💋

just like in the movies ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

virgin!chrissy cunningham x fem!reader

summary: whilst watching 'black swan' with your best friend, a certain sex scene comes on the screen, to which chrissy is very intrigued as to what it feels like...

warnings: SMUT!! oral (chrissy receiving.) orgasms. kissing. pet names (honey, sweetie, baby.) teensy bit of corruption kink. virgin!chrissy. experienced!reader. queer!reader. swearing. 'black swan' spoilers? 2010s!au. mentions of homophobia. food mentions. some fluff at the end!! [1.8k].

a/n: thank you so much for the request, hun!! just wanna preface by saying thank you to my queer best friend and random posts on reddit for helping me with the description of this. my poor lil virgin self was confused as to how to describe the sensations, but hopefully i got it somewhat accurate in the end :')

You and your best friend Chrissy are enjoying a girls sleepover at your place on a beautiful spring Friday night. Your parents were out of town on a conference trip, so you had the entire place to yourself. Perfect for the both of you to be silly, have aggressive pillow fights, and watch ‘Black Swan’ at the loudest volume possible.

You two are about an hour into the film, occasionally tucking into the bowl of popcorn laid out in front of you. But, you’d both much rather prefer to dig into your individual bars of chocolate on the bedside counters.

You would be lying if you didn’t put this film on for a little bit of self-pleasure for yourself. Although an early 2010’s movie, the sex scene in this film was actually targeted towards a female audience, so it felt special to feel yourself represented authentically on screen in a sexual sense this early on in film history.

When Nina and Lily’s lips crash into one another, Chrissy lets out a little “Oh my gosh!” beside you. Chrissy was always accepting of your queerness, despite the snide remarks from her parents anytime you went to her house. Her shock was obviously related to the context of the movie, the scene was a pure shock factor after all.

However, Chrissy’s eyes seem to dilate when Nina’s head is thrown back, Lily’s mouth attached to her cunt as she eats the woman out.

“Um…” Chrissy squeaks out, “What does that feel like? With, you know… another woman?”

Your eyes take note of the way Chrissy’s thighs are pretty close together, almost squeezing as a way to relieve something…

And it’s hot. It’s super fucking hot.

Your attitude immediately changes to one of sensuality, teeth lightly grazing your bottom lip, angling your body to the side as you sneakily look her up and down in her pink nightdress.

“Why? Is it making you feel a certain way?” you ask, trying to get her to speak up.

Her pussy tightens at the words, her eyebrows raising as she purses her lips, “Feels good… down there.”

She is very shy with you, a new side of her unlocking that the neither of you were aware of. You understand how scary it is realising that maybe you aren’t as straight as you thought you were, so you try to make the situation as comfortable as possible for her.

You grab her bare thigh, pushing it apart, her moisturised, smooth skin brushing softly against your fingertips. Your other hand runs gently across the centre of her cloth-covered vulva, appreciating the way she flinches against your touch. “Yeah? Right here?”

She nods, her eyes not being able to look away from the sight of your black-painted fingernails tracing against her. She never thought she would be so into this. She’s only been with Jason in the past, and he was abstinent, so this would not only be her first time with a girl, but her first time altogether.

“Do you want me to show you what it feels like, Chris?”

“Um…” she thinks, a little hesitant on the whole situation. “I’ve never done this before…” she quietly speaks out.

“Hey, hey,” you shush her softly, “That’s okay.” Your hand flutters tenderly against the side of her cheek, “I can guide you completely through this, okay? And if at any time you want to stop, just let me know, okay?”

She lets out a sigh, nodding softly, “I’m just scared…”

“Scared about what, honey?”

Her breath hitches at the word ‘honey.’ She already liked the sound of that. She wanted to hear you say that more. It was so sweet, so tender, so… loving.

She gulps, “I’m scared I won’t like it…”

You chuckle softly, “As I said, you can stop any time you want. But, the way your pretty little thighs flinched at my touch… I think you’ll enjoy a whole lot.”

She didn’t realise how much notice you had taken to her small actions of pleasure like that. If you took note of that, what would happen when she couldn’t even try to hide it any longer?

You shift your body so your face is in line with her legs, beginning to delicately place tender kisses along the insides of her thighs. Your fingertips knead into her plushy skin, cupping perfectly into the palms of her hands. You refrain from giving her hickeys, although you’d really like to, just in case her parents notice when she wears that nightdress, or even her cheer uniform, at home.

You tap the lining of her underwear with your pointer finger, “Legs up, sweetie.”

Those pet names were gonna send her to Heaven, but before she can dwell on that, she follows your soft-spoken commands, lifting her legs up so you can delicately remove her pink panties, perfectly matching with her nightdress.

You sigh as you take in the sight of her pretty pussy, “Wow, baby… So gorgeous.” You move your middle finger through her glistening folds, her slick immediately collecting on her fingers. Chrissy lets out a soft sigh above you, her legs flinching at the sensation.

“So wet for me, honey. You ready to find out what it feels like?”

She nods more confidently now, the scene long gone on the small television perched on your bedroom dresser.

“Okay. Just tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

She hums in response, before you dive into her pussy. You drag your tongue from her puckered hole to her clit, swirling your tongue around it, letting her feel every sensation of pleasure.

Chrissy cannot believe what she is experiencing. Everything is so… smooth. Your mouth is so warm, and adds so much extra wetness to what she could already feel between her thighs. The sensation is truly unlike anything she had experienced before.

Your tongue is flicking side to side on her clit, Chrissy’s soft moans filling the air, the calm sounds of the film fading behind you. That was no longer the focus. She was the focus. Only her.

She can feel the sensations all over her body, to the point where she feels as if she’s floating, “Gosh, that’s so nice…”

“Yeah?” you come up for air, “Is it as good as you imagined?”

“Better,” she squeaks out, your mouth wrapping around her clit and sucking, causing her to take a harsh intake, “It’s so warm and tingly.”

“Mhmm,” you mumble against her core, completely unaware of the absolute vibrations it would send through her, Chrissy let out a loud cry.

“Holy shit babe, you sound so pretty for me,” you let out without a second thought, you mind consumed by Chrissy.

You’re determined now, your movements speeding up as her moans become more jagged, her hips softly moving against your face. You let her body take over, wanting her to experience everything she ever needed. You could always be rough and demanding with her another time. God, you hoped there was another time.

What once started as small waves were slowly growing into large tides. What she would normally run away from with squeaks and giggles at the beach was the complete opposite here. She wanted to be drowned in them forever.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh.” Those were the only sounds escaping Chrissy’s mouth, her eyes closed and head thrown back. She was on a different planet entirely, never wanting to descend back to Earth.

You moaned, licked, sucked, anything to get her closer to that edge. You could sense by the way her legs were closing further and further into your head, she was almost there. You just had to get her to that final wave.

“Sweet— Sweetie, my gosh. My gosh, something is happening. Feels so good.”

“That’s it, baby,”you cooed at her, “Almost there for me. Just a little bit more, I got you, honey.”

There was something about her innocence about it all that sent your brain into a spiral. The fact she had never felt an orgasm in her life was something you were determined to keep sacred to yourself. You wanted to be her first… and definitely only.

“Ah, ah! I’m gonna— My gosh, oh!”

“Honey, honey, baby, look at me,” you encourage her. She hadn’t opened her eyes in a long time, not even throughout any of your praise, but something in her mind compelled her to look down at you. And thank god she did.

You make direct eye contact with her, completely parting with her lips as you lowly say, “Cum for me,” before sucking as hard as you can on her pretty, swollen clit.

She lets out a loud whine, thighs trapping you against her as they shake uncontrollably. It feels like fireworks have exploded in her stomach, electric shocks being sent to her brain as she has not a single thought in her mind. It’s so… consuming, mind-numbing. She doesn’t even know where she is. Heaven, Earth, Mars, she doesn’t care, as long as she gets to experience that again… and experience it with you.

Her legs are still shaking as you part from her clit, your hands massaging the plushy skin in order to relax her body and muscles. “You doin’ okay?” you ask gently, Chrissy still looking utterly blissed out.

“Yes… I wanna feel that again.”

“You do, huh?” you chuckle with a sweet kiss to her inner thigh, “Well, I’m happy to oblige. But, for now, I think you need some rest.”

The movie is coming towards the end, only a couple more scenes before the ending. You’ll have to watch it again with her someday, hopefully not getting too distracted this time.

You encourage Chrissy to go to the bathroom whilst you set up the bed, discarding of the uneaten snacks and fluffing the pillows for an ultimate night of comfort.

As she returns, her make-up had been removed, much to your dismay. Seeing her mascara dripping down her cheeks was a sight you’d wish to see every goddamn day on this Earth.

She tucks herself in neatly beside you, snuggling under the covers and facing you. She opens her arms up, encouraging you to cuddle her, to which you agree, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek as you get comfy.

“Thank you,” she simply whispers.

“Of course. Anytime, okay?”

She hums, before slowly drifting off into a deep and content sleep. You had no idea where this had left you in terms of the friendship and relationship barrier, but it was something you could worry about in the morning. For now, you could fall asleep with the prettiest girl in existence in your arms, and that’s all that mattered.

taglist: @agxxb @robinsno1lesbian

[ashwhowrites]

omg i'm so excited to see that you're taking requests again, i'm a big fan of your angst!! ❤️ i was wondering if you could write another hellcheer x reader fic? maybe one with a soulmate/soulmark au, in which Chrissy and Eddie are each others soulmates and their best friend, the reader, has been secretly crushing on the both of them for a while.

she pines after them despite knowing she could never have them, and one day she hears rumors that a second mark has appeared on the couple, and is shocked to find out that their marks have also appeared on her. at first she's excited and rushes to tell them that she's their other soulmate, but is devastated when she overhears Chrissy and Eddie talking about their newfound soulmate, she hears Chrissy questioning how the new soulmark could affect their relationship, and Eddie confidently reassures her that he won't let anyone come between him and Chrissy, and wants nothing to do with his other soulmate.

not wanting to lose either of them, she hides her identity as the owner of the second mark and ends up pulling away from Chrissy and Eddie in the process. they're saddened that their best friend has suddenly pulled away from them and try to find out what's wrong, only to find out that the reader is their other soulmate.

angst with a happy ending pretty please? 🙏 anyways i'm sorry this got super long, if this is too much or just simply isn't your thing then feel free to ignore :D

I love this idea! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Two soulmates

There was a saying that everyone has a soulmate out there in the world. This seemed to be true for everyone around but Y/N was left with no one. She was terrified of not having a soulmate out there in the world, but a mark still had yet to appear on her skin.

It wouldn't matter if she got one anyway, the two people she desperately is in love with were together and marked as soulmates. Y/N met Eddie and Chrissy as a couple, easily becoming friends with them. At times she didn't feel like a third wheel, just a group of friends. Chrissy and Eddie weren't very affectionate in front of her, which she was grateful for.

She knew her love for them was helpless and that she'd never be with either of them. But no matter what she did, the feelings never disappeared. She couldn't stop herself from crushing on them, but she wished she could because it hurt like hell.

~~~

Y/N believed she could move on if she was positive they didn't feel the same, but at times it felt like they liked her more than a friend too.

Y/N was cuddled under Eddie's arm as the movie played, Chrissy sprawled out on the couch with her head on Eddie's lap. Y/N tried not to look as Eddie's hand rested on Chrissy's stomach. She couldn't help but feel jealous.

"Any update on if you got your mark?" Eddie spoke quietly to not wake Chrissy. His chin rested on her head and Y/N loved the feeling of it.

"Nope," Y/N sighed, "starting to think I'll be forever alone" She tried to laugh it off but she feared it would become reality.

"No, you won't. I'd never let that happen," he pressed a kiss to her head and she could feel her skin burn.

"I fear it's out of your control, Eds," she whispered, turning her head so she could look up at him. Her heart sped up as she took in his soft eyes and perfect face. The room was dark except for the TV light, she swore he looked down at her lips but maybe she was seeing things.

"I wish it wasn't, sometimes I wish we could be with whoever we wanted," he whispered back. She saw it again, the slow look down to her lips before he looked back into her eyes.

She was afraid to blink, scared she'd knock him out of the trance he was in. She held her breath when he slowly began to lean in. It was wrong, she knew that. His girlfriend, her best friend, was right under them but she wanted to lean in, so she did. Their lips were inches away from connecting, and neither of them was pulling away. Just as Y/N felt the softness of Eddie's lips, Chrissy moved. Snapping them both back into reality and jumping apart. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to focus back on the film, trying to act like she didn't just feel Eddie's lips on hers.

Eddie coughed and looked back at the TV. Y/N could feel his glances towards her but she was too chicken to look at him. Chrissy groaned as she slowly began to wake up, the guilt eating Y/N alive.

They never did talk about that moment, both acting like it never happened. Even when they found themselves in that same moment over and over.

~~~

"How about this one?" Chrissy asked as she came out of the bathroom twirling in her short dress.

Chrissy was waiting for Eddie to pick her up for their date, trying on different dresses and wanting her best friend's help.

Y/N tried to cover the fact she was drooling at the mouth as Chrissy showed her the red dress.

"I think that's it!" Y/N said excitedly, she wished more than anything Chrissy was dressing up for her.

"Perfect, can you zip me up?" Chrissy asked, turning around. Y/N walked over and grabbed the zipper at the bottom of the dress. Chrissy shivered as goosebumps filled her skin and Y/N's soft fingers touched her.

Y/N slowly zipped up the dress, watching Chrissy's skin become covered. She was so close she could hear Chrissy's breathing picking up. The moment was far too intimate for two friends. Once it was zipped, neither moved. Y/N looked at Chrissy through the mirror in front of them and Chrissy stared back. Both girls felt the tension as the room got hotter.

"You look beautiful," Y/N complimented. Her soft whisper made Chrissy's heart race.

"Thank you," Chrissy whispered back, still staring at each other in the mirror.

Chrissy's phone rang and the sound made them jump apart. Y/N stepped back as Chrissy picked up the phone.

"Eddie, hey! Yeah I'm ready," Chrissy said, something sad in her eyes as she looked towards Y/N. Y/N gave her a small smile and began to pack up her things to go home.

Y/N and Chrissy weren't sure what that moment meant, but they knew it wasn't nothing.

~~~

It was getting harder for Y/N to ignore the secret moments she's been having with the couple. It was making her fall even more into them.

Y/N was walking down the hall when she heard people whispering. Which wasn't anything new in highschool, but the sound of Chrissy and Eddie's name got her attention.

"It's true! I saw it on Chrissy's shoulder when we changed for gym. She has a new mark right next to her other one. It's a completely different one. I don't know how but it seems she has two soulmates."

Y/N found that very strange, keeping the information in her head to ask Chrissy about it. As she continued to walk, she heard someone saying the same thing about Eddie.

She couldn't help but feel her stomach sink at the idea of them having another soulmate. She couldn't even get one but they got two? The shit wasn't fair.

The gossip got around most of the school, and it was confirmed that the couple had the same new mark, which meant someone else was connected to them.

Y/N wasn't sure she wanted to know who the other one was. She felt like she needed a breather so she went into the bathroom. She felt as if her body was overheating so she stripped off her sweater. She didn't notice it at first, but then she saw it. A mark on her shoulder. She couldn't contain her excitement. She grabbed her jacket and raced out of the bathroom.

She had no idea where the couple was but she was excited to share the news. She practically skipped down the hallway as she looked for their lockers.

She smiled as she saw them at Chrissy's locker. They looked to be in a deep conversation, Chrissy had tears running down her face. Y/N remained unnoticed as she got closer.

"I don't want anyone else. How can we have a new soulmate? I don't want to share you with anyone," Chrissy cried. Y/N frowned but understood where she was coming from. It was a big change to accept.

Eddie held her face and comforted his girlfriend.

"You won't have to share me. I promise that no one will come in between us. I love you and I'll only love you. I don't care about this stupid new mark, and I don't care who else has it. No one is going to change my mind about us."

"So even if we find out who it is, you won't let them change us?" Chrissy asked, her tears drying as her boyfriend's comforting words settled her fears.

"Exactly. It doesn't matter who it is because I know I'll never love anyone like I love you. You are my one and only soulmate. As far as I am concerned, I only have one soulmate mark that means something to me."

Y/N could feel her heart snapping in half. She quickly sped off before she sobbed. She felt stupid for thinking for one second that either of them held feelings for her. She felt played by Eddie, all those times they kissed meant nothing to him. He didn't care about her, he liked the attention.

She swore Chrissy felt something for her, the tension they had was recognizable. There was something between them but if Chrissy wanted to ignore it, then Y/N would too.

~~~

It sucked that Y/N finally got a soulmate and they wanted nothing to do with her. They were her only chance at love.

She made sure to hide her mark with makeup and clothes, not wanting anyone to find out she was the additional soulmate.

She tried her best to act like nothing was wrong whenever she was with them. But it was hard when her heart was breaking.

"Alright, hit play," Chrissy said as she handed out bowls of popcorn. Eddie hit play. They got in their usual positions but Y/N stayed on the other side of the couch.

Eddie glanced in her direction, but she refused to look back. Halfway through the movie, Chrissy is passed out in Eddie's lap. This usually was the time when Eddie and Y/N got too close.

Eddie wasn't sure why Y/N was giving him the cold shoulder, but he knew that it made his stomach hurt.

"Any updates?" he asked, this time she turned to look at him.

"Nope," she lied, tugging her clothes up higher on her shoulder. "But I hear you two do."

Eddie frowned at her snappy tone. "Yeah, it's been a little difficult for us, but we are making it work."

"Don't you think it's a little unfair to your other soulmate?" Y/N asked, her eyes turned to focus on the TV.

Eddie scrunched his eyebrows, "I think it's unfair to our relationship. Now we have to deal with the burden of belonging with someone else."

Y/N nodded and bit down on her tongue, keeping her tears back. She was a burden to their relationship. "Well, hopefully, they won't come find you." Her voice shook and Eddie gave her a worried glance.

"Yeah I hope," he sighed, looking down at Chrissy's sleeping face.

~

"It's hard but I feel reassured that Eddie doesn't want to have another soulmate," Chrissy explained as she painted Y/N's toes.

"Must feel nice knowing he loves you so much," Y/N said. It pained her to admit. She felt miserable whenever she saw them. She felt heartbroken and jealous. She couldn't escape her feelings and it seemed they tore her apart whenever she was with them.

"It is, and I love him so much that I don't think I could love anyone else," Chrissy admitted

Y/N wanted to scream "What about us?" What about their secret touches, eyes lingering too long, and the way they made each other's hearts race. None of that was love?

~~~

Y/N decided she needed to put herself first and create distance. Chrissy and Eddie were so tied up in each other that she didn't think they'd care.

"Is she coming?" Eddie asked, his feet on the coffee table as Chrissy walked over.

"She said no," Chrissy frowned, and she landed herself on Eddie's lap. A feeling of sadness in her stomach.

"That's okay, we can have date night," Eddie smiled. But on the inside, he was bothered about her not coming.

~~~

A week passed, and Eddie and Chrissy began to feel as if Y/N was pulling away from them. They didn't want to make a fuss over anything but once a week turned into two, they got worried.

Most of their calls were unanswered, and when she did answer it was a quick minute call. She stopped hanging with them and passed by them in school. It was like she became a stranger.

Chrissy offered to talk to her first, figuring a girl-to-girl talk would be successful. She pulled up to her house, refusing to leave until Y/N let her in so they could talk.

"Are you okay? Eddie and I miss you," Chrissy asked. She stood against Y/N's desk.

"I'm good. I just needed some time to myself," Y/N explained.

"Why though? We are always together, did something happen?"

"No, I needed a break and a second to think stuff over,"

"Why would you need a break from us?"

"Because you play with my head!" Y/N argued, standing across from Chrissy with an irritated look. "You can lie to yourself and to Eddie, but you can't lie to me."

"What the hell am I lying about?" Chrissy fought back, she felt defensive as Y/N backed her into a corner.

"You say we are just friends and Eddie is the only one. But why is it that when we are alone, he doesn't seem to be in your head?"

"What are you hinting at?" Chrissy asked with a glare, she did not appreciate Y/N's new hostile personality.

"You have feelings for me, and you know I have them for you too."

Chrissy felt as if something was crushing on her chest, she struggled to breathe. She never admitted it to herself, and she wasn't sure she was ready now.

"Y/N, I can't have feelings for you," Chrissy nervously laughed, "I'm with Eddie and he's my soulmate."

"You plan to ignore your other soulmate so I know you don't care about the true soulmate bullshit so be honest about us for once!" Y/N fought, she was starting to feel angry.

"I am! We are friends and that is all I plan for us to be," Chrissy stated, her breathing fast as she pushed back tears.

"Then start acting like a friend when your boyfriend isn't around. You can leave now," Y/N spat. If Chrissy wanted to act like friends is all they were, then so be it. Y/N was done being toyed along with.

Chrissy wanted to say more but knew it wouldn't help. She sighed and walked out. Once she made it to her car, she cried.

She wanted to admit it, but she was too scared. She was supposed to only love Eddie but now her best friend wanted more and there was another soulmate out there. Chrissy couldn't keep up with her heart.

~~~

After the disaster of conversation with Chrissy, Eddie decided to give it a shot. Chrissy didn't give Eddie any details, just said Y/N needed time alone.

"Hey, I wanted to check up on you, maybe talk?" Eddie stated as Y/N opened the door. She sighed but let him through.

"Chrissy tell you anything?" She asked

"No," Eddie said. She figured as much. Chrissy wouldn't dare sabotage her relationship with Eddie. Y/N nodded and sat down on the couch. Eddie sat beside her.

"What's going on? Why do you want so much space?" he asked

"Eddie, how long did you plan to kiss me in secret and declare Chrissy is the only one you are in love with?"

Eddie gulped at the heavy question. He wanted to be naive and believe this conversation would never have happened.

"I don't think we should talk about this," Eddie confessed. Y/N stood up as she glared at him.

"No, we are! I am tired of our secret moments and then you ignoring them. If you like me, love me, then tell me. Stop stringing me along." Y/N fought

"Chrissy is my soulmate," Eddie argued

"I don't give a shit!" Y/N spat, "I am sick of that being your excuse. She was your soulmate every time we kissed, right? So why is she being your soulmate only matter when it's time to face your actions. I mean come on, Eddie, did you think I'd never get tired of it? Did you ever think about how I feel about you? The torture you are putting me through?"

"You're right, I'm sorry. I never took the time to think about how painful it would end up for you." Eddie sighed, "I was selfish. I love Chrissy, I truly do. But I have a connection to you, something pulls me and I've tried to ignore it for so long." He stood up and walked over to her. "I've been going crazy too. Loving the two of you and the pain of knowing I can only belong with one of you."

Y/N gulped as his hand cupped her cheek. She watched as he leaned in, his eyes closing as his lips softly touched hers. She moved her hands to his hair as she kissed him back.

The kiss was different than all the others. Far more desperate and needy. He clung to her body like she'd vanish.

Their moment was cut short when Chrissy walked in, shock all over her face as she took in the sight of them pulling apart.

"Chrissy," Eddie said in an apologetic tone

"You confess you have feelings for me and now you're kissing my boyfriend?" Chrissy asked, her voice sad rather than mad.

"Wait you have feelings for Chrissy?" Eddie asked

The couple looked at Y/N confused as the girl stuttered with tears in her eyes.

"It's true. I'm in love with both of you. I have been for a long time but I knew it would never become anything. I fought to ignore it, but then," her eyes locked on Eddie's, "we kissed, and then we kissed again. It fed into the possibility of us and for once my heart didn't hurt."

"You kissed her?" Chrissy asked, sadness in her voice as she looked towards Eddie. She felt betrayed but also knew she was guilty of feelings.

"And Chrissy," Y/N called back her attention, "we might have never kissed, but there were moments where it could have happened. I can't force you to feel something, but I can't keep my feelings a secret for your sake. I've been honest about my feelings and I think it's time you do the same."

"I kissed her because I'm in love with her," Eddie admitted, he looked to Chrissy, "I love you, and I don't want to lose you, but I can't lose her either. I'm equally in love with both of you and I don't know what to do." He sat down on the couch with a heavy sigh.

Chrissy sat next to him and held his hand. "it's okay, Eddie. And I'm not mad at either of you," her eyes looked to Y/N. "Pushing my feelings away for Y/N seemed like the best option, but I was wrong. It caused a lot of pain and I'm sorry. Y/N, I have feelings for you and I didn't know what to do. I don't understand why I have this pull towards you."

"I think I know why," Y/N said, the couple looked at her. She removed her shirt, Eddie and Chrissy taking the time to sneak a look at her body. But then their eyes looked up and noticed a mark on her shoulder.

"Is that?" Chrissy asked as she stood up, dropping Eddie's hand. She reached out and traced the mark, it was the same as hers.

"Why did you not say anything?" Eddie asked as he stood up to see it for himself.

"I was going to, but I overheard you guys talking. And Eddie said he would never love anyone else and that he didn't care who had the other mark. I was devastated." Y/N confessed.

"I meant it, but knowing that it's you that we could be with, I would have never said that. If I knew it was you the whole time, I would have embraced you in a second." Eddie explained.

"Same here. I was terrified but if I knew it was you, I wouldn't have been scared or threatened. I'm so fucking happy to know it's you." Chrissy smiled.

"So, are we going to do this? Be soulmates? All of us," Y/N asked.

Chrissy swallowed her nerves and leaned in. Her lips smashing on Y/N's. Y/N gasped but gladly kissed her back. She never thought she'd see the day she kissed Chrissy. Chrissy pulled away and Eddie drew Y/N into a kiss of his own.

Y/N felt like she was dreaming as she kissed him back. He pulled away and smiled at her.

"We are going to do this."

~~~

"Play the movie!" Eddie groaned, Chrissy and Y/N pulled away from their heated kiss, giggling at Eddie's annoyed face.

"Sorry, starting it now," Chrissy said as she pressed play. She settled herself across Eddie's lap and Y/N tucked herself under his arm. Y/N played with Chrissy's hair as the movie started, Eddie leaned down and nudged Y/N with his nose. She laughed and looked at him, giving him access to press his lips against hers.

~

"Can you believe Y/N is the one with the mark?"

Y/N ignored the whispers as she walked down the hallways, hand in hand with Chrissy and Eddie. She knew she'd be the talk of the school as she joined the couple that was always the talk of the school.

She didn't mind, she loved being with her partners.

~

Eddie and Y/N cheered as Chrissy did her cheerleading routine. Both stared at her in awe as she flipped around the football field. Eddie had his arm wrapped around Y/N, shielding her away from the cold.

"Where should we take her for dinner?" Eddie asked as the crowd cheered as the football players came out.

"With how she looks tonight, I think she should be our dinner," Y/N whispered into Eddie's ear, placing her hand on his inner thigh.

Eddie let out a soft moan, "I agree, gorgeous."

~

Chrissy and Y/N were soaked in sweat as they danced with each other. Chrissy's body pressed against Y/N's as they dry-humped each other on the dance floor.

"Which one is yours?" A sleazy guy yelled in Eddie's ear as he rested against the bar watching his girls.

"Both of them," Eddie said with a smirk as he tossed his whiskey back.

"Yeah, right dude," the guy laughed, but Eddie gave him a small nod and set the glass on the bar. He walked smugly over to the dance floor, both girls cheering as they noticed him. Eddie was happy to take the attention as Chrissy stood behind him and Y/N stood in front of him. Their hands were all over his body as his lips kissed Y/N. He moaned into her mouth as Chrissy's lips attacked his neck.

~

"Eddie can you hurry up, we are freezing!" Chrissy whined, she sat between Y/N's legs as they were wrapped in a blanket.

"If I had help it would go faster!" Eddie argued, groaning as he carried a pile of wood and dropped it into the small firepit. After a few tries, the fire came to life and the girls cheered.

Eddie joined them as he settled between Chrissy's legs, all watching the fire glow underneath the night stars.

[rose-n-gunses]

nothing bites like i do

Summary: Chrissy Cunningham is supposed to be dead. Then again, so is Eddie Munson.

Part 1: hell

Part 2: purgatory

Part 3: heaven

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Strawberry Blonde // Chrissy Cunningham

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: you and your girlfriend chrissy couldn't be more different. she's a cheerleader who loves all things pink and girly, and you're a d&d playing geek. but somehow, being complete opposites makes your relationship perfect.

warnings: language, suggestive themes, the tiniest bit of objectifying, homophobia (no slurs used), themes of bullying

word count: 2.5k

a/n: fem!reader, chrissy and reader are a lesbian couple, she/her pronouns used, only physical description of reader is taller than chrissy

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Her hair is a dark strawberry blonde

And when I'm with her, nothing is wrong

Takes my hand in hers when the lights aren’t on

Smaller than mine and oh god I am gone

You laid in bed next to your girlfriend, Chrissy, at one of your “sleepovers” the two of you always have. Your parents both think that you're just friends, best friends probably, considering how much time you both spend together. But the two of you know the truth, the secret of your relationship kept hidden from the judgemental nobodies that live in Hawkins, Indiana. 

You felt extremely out of place in your girlfriend’s all pink and frilly bedroom, your style mainly consisting of dark colors and nerdy graphic tees. Truthfully, you and Chrissy couldn’t be more different. But somehow, that’s what made you so perfect for each other. 

Chrissy’s hand slid over to you, her hand grasping yours. You felt your heart flutter at the feeling, her smaller hand behind engulfed by your own. You smiled to yourself, just savoring the feeling of being close to her. You wouldn’t trade this for anything.

I wanna be with her all day

I'm a bitch to everyone else anyway

It's hard to keep a tight leash on my head

All I wanna do is kiss her lips in my bed

You smiled up at Chrissy, watching cheer practice as you sat in the bleachers. She winked at you, causing butterflies to erupt inside your stomach. You felt entranced while watching your girlfriend, your eyes glued on her effortless movements and tricks. But the tight shirt and short skirt did help quite a bit too. 

You were pulled out of your not very holy thoughts when she walked over to you, a bright smile on her face, like always. 

“Hey, sweetheart. You did amazing today,” you said, smiling back at her.

“Thanks, baby!” she replied, squeaking in surprise as you hugged her.

“Y/n, you know we can’t be affectionate in public. I don’t want anyone to-,” 

“Shh, don’t worry about that. Friends can hug. This can be a friendly thing.”

She rolled her eyes, but smiled at you nonetheless, not making a move to push you away. You looked around the gym, making sure no one was looking at the two of you, before you placed a quick kiss on her cheek. Chrissy’s cheeks instantly turned bright red.

“I- you- I mean- ugh,” Chrissy tried to speak, but you had successfully flustered her, taking away her abilities to form words. 

You simply smiled, finally removing your arms from her as you heard footsteps approaching. 

“What is she doing here?” Veronica, a bratty and rich cheerleader, said. 

“Yeah, why’d you invite the freak?” Betty, Veronica’s little sidekick, added. 

The two of them glared at you, looking at you as if you were worse than the shit on their shoes.

“Guys, she’s my friend. You know this,” Chrissy said, looking a bit upset, but not wanting to start something.

Veronica scoffed, “Okay, but just look at her. I mean she’s clearly a lesbian. She probably only comes here to look up our skirts.”

Betty laughed, and Chrissy’s face fell. You, on the other hand, were beginning to get pissed off. This wasn’t the first time Chrissy’s supposed “friends” had been a bitch to you, and you were having a hard time ignoring it. You were about to say something, when Chrissy cut in.

“So what if she is? Hmm? What, you have a problem gay people?”

Betty rolled her eyes, “Obviously. All queers are freaks. I wouldn’t be caught dead even talking to one.”

“And yet here you are,” Chrissy replied.

Your eyes widened, and a proud smirk grew on your face as you watched Veronica and Betty’s jaws drop. Chrissy simply smiled and then turned to you, pulling you into a kiss. 

“Y/n is my girlfriend,” she said, smirking at the girls after she pulled away,

They scrunched their faces up in disgust, walking away from the two of you. You could’ve sworn you heard one of them mutter “freaks” under their breath. 

“I thought you weren’t ready to come out yet?” you asked, turning to Chrissy, your smile never leaving your face.

“Fuck it,” she said, pulling you closer and kissing you again.

’Cause my girl's made of peaches and soft grass and the moonlight

Every touch reminds me, it's alright

Can't ignore the rest of forever

Can you stay and make me feel better?

“How are you so perfect?” you asked, looking down at Chrissy, who was currently resting her head against your chest.

Chrissy turned her head to look up at you. “What do you mean? I’m not perfect.”

“But you are. I mean you’re the nicest person I’ve ever seen, you’re so much smarter than you give yourself credit for, and you’re just amazing at every single thing you try. Not to mention you’re the hottest girl on this planet.”

Chrissy blushed, a small smile on her face. You smirked to yourself when you noticed she was embarrassed. You knew she didn’t have the best self image, so you took it upon yourself to constantly remind her how perfect she truly was. And every single time, you got to see her blush. It was a win-win.  

“You’re just saying that,” she said, burying her face into your neck.

“I’m not. I really believe that you are the most perfect girl to ever walk this planet. And I’m the luckiest person ever to just get to be with you.”

“You’re wrong. It’s the other way around,” she said, lifting her head to look at you. “I’m the lucky one.”

“Really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “But I’m a total geek! I mean half my wardrobe is Star Wars shirts, I play D&D, and I still regularly go to the arcade. You’re so out of my league, it’s unbelievable.”

She huffed, her smile never faltering. “Well, I just happen to like geeks. And you just happen to be my favorite one.”

This time it was your turn to blush, your face growing warm at her words. She simply smiled, leaning in to press a kiss on your cheek, leaving a pink lipstick mark on your face.

Make me want to believe it's okay

Whisper in my room when it's so late

I'm so tired of being exhausted

All I want is her to get lost in

“Baby, it’s time to wake up. We’re gonna be late to school,” Chrissy said, shaking you lightly.

You grumbled, wrapping your arms around her tighter and pulling her closer. You buried your face into her neck, not letting her out of your grip.

“Don’t wanna get up. Too tired. Besides, you’re too comfy, I can’t get up,” you mumbled, pressing soft kisses against her neck.

Chrissy giggled at the feeling, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

“But we’re gonna be late. It’s already 7:30.”

You huffed, lifting your head to look at her. “I don’t care. Don’t wanna get up.”

“What, you think we should skip?”

Smiling, you nodded your head, kissing her cheek. “What an amazing idea. We can just stay here all day. Besides, we can have so much more fun here than we could at school.”

“Y/n!” Chrissy chastised, her face turning bright red. 

“What? I just got a new Atari. That’s way more fun than health class. What did you think I meant?”

“Uhh, nothing,” she said, looking away and still blushing madly. 

You smirked and sat up, pulling her into your lap and kissing her. “I guess we could do that too.”

I can't describe all the changes I felt

The past couple years really put me through hell

But she cools me down

You hugged Chrissy tightly as she sobbed into your chest. She had just quit the cheer team, and she was utterly miserable. You didn’t know what happened or why she had done it, and you couldn’t even ask since she was currently crying. She loved cheer, everytime she held her pom poms and performed one of her carefully perfected routines, the smile on her face was like no other. She was always happiest when she was cheering. So why would she just quit?

“What happened, sweetheart? You can talk to me,” you whispered, moving your hand in circles on her back to comfort her.

She slowly pulled her head up once her tears slowed, her eyes red and puffy, tears staining her face and her nose dripping. You frowned and grabbed a tissue from your nightstand, wiping her face clean. She leaned into your touch as your hand brushed the tissue over her face.

“Veronica and Betty told the rest of the squad. About us. They were threatening to report me to the coach to try and get me kicked off. They said they didn’t feel safe with a freak like me in the locker room. It was just getting worse and worse. I- I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t want to do something I would regret, so I just left.”

“Chrissy,” you said softly, your heart shattering at her confession. “I’m so sorry, darling. I- I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault. You weren’t ready to come out yet. I- I really hope you don’t feel like I forced you to.”

She shook her head, grabbing your hand. “It’s not. It was my decision. I told them about us. It was my choice, and now I have to deal with the consequences.”

“But if we weren’t together, you would still be-,”

“Don’t,” Chrissy cut you off. “Don’t finish that sentence. I want to be with you. I’ll always want to be with you. I knew it was going to be hard, and yeah maybe it was worse than I expected, but I wouldn’t change anything. No matter what happens, I’ll always choose you. Because… I love you.” 

Your eyes widened and a smile overtook your face. “Do you mean that?”

“I do. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said, leaning in towards her.

You felt your heart stop when your lips met hers.

Keeps my feet on the ground when I get too high

And she makes me feel like this could be something real

And I do know why

“I have something for you,” you said, reaching into your backpack.

You and Chrissy were sitting on her bed, working on homework together. You wanted to wait for a more special occasion for what you were about to do, but you were getting impatient. Your fingers wrapped around the velvet box in your bag, pulling it out.

Chrissy gasped when she saw it. “Is that what I think it is…?”

You smiled and shook your head. “Not exactly, we’re still a bit too young for that.” 

You pulled the box open, revealing a small silver ring with a pink gem in the middle. 

“It’s a promise ring. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, and I hope you want that too. It’s not much, the gem’s not even real, I couldn’t afford that, but I can get you a better one once-”

Chrissy cut you off by taking your face in her hands and kissing you. When she pulled away, you saw she was smiling brightly and her eyes were watering.

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“So… is that a yes?”

She giggled, nodding her head. “Yes, obviously!”

You pulled the ring out and slipped it onto her finger. She sniffled and wiped her eyes, and you smiled at her.

“I’ll always love you. Until the end of time,” you said, leaning in so your forehead was pressed against hers. 

’Cause my girl’s made of peaches and soft grass and the moonlight

Every touch reminds me, it's alright

Can’t ignore the rest of forever

Can you stay and make me feel better?

The years went by, and yet for the two of you it felt as if no time had passed at all. You still felt like you were in the honeymoon phase, each and every moment spent together making you feel as giddy as it did in the beginning. Once you both graduated, you went to Indiana State together, and you shared a dorm room.

Living together was one of the best things you had ever experienced. You didn’t have to be scared of what people would say or worry about parents walking in. You were on your own, and you were free to be yourselves. No more hiding, no more secrets. You and Chrissy were in love and you didn’t care who knew it. 

College blew by, and soon you were graduating. Life was just about to begin. After you both received your diplomas and you went outside to meet up with your family and friends, you pulled Chrissy aside. She looked confused, but didn’t question it as you led her towards a secluded area.

“What’s going on? Why’re we all the way over here?”

Instead of answering, you pulled out a small box from your pocket and got down on one knee. Chrissy gasped, moving her hand to cover her mouth in surprise. You smiled up at her as you opened the box, revealing a sparkling diamond ring.

“Chrissy, every single day I’ve spent with you has been magical. Meeting you completely changed my life, and I’m forever grateful for all the moments we’ve shared. You showed me pieces of myself that I never knew were there. I’m a better person because of you. I love you so much. More than I’ve ever loved someone before. And I never want to let you go. I want to spend the rest of forever with you. Chrissy Cunnigham, will you make me the happiest girl in existence, and be my wife?”

“Yes! Yes, of course!” she said, smiling widely as she grabbed your hands and pulled you up off the ground.

You slid the ring on her finger and then she wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you into a kiss. You wrapped your arms around her waist, holding her closer. You didn’t want to pull away, even if you were growing out of breath. Cheers coming from behind you forced the two of you apart. 

Steve, Eddie, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, and Argyle stood there, smiling at the two of you. Chrissy flushed red and buried her face in your neck.

“So…?” Steve asked, seeming even more invested in this than you were.

“She said yes!” you said, wrapping your arm around Chrissy’s waist. 

“That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you guys!” Steve said, smiling proudly.

“I better be the Maid of Honor!” Robin shouted.

“Only if I get to be the best man!” Steve replied.

You simply smiled, watching your friends bicker over who would get to be what at your wedding. You smiled down at your girlfriend fiancé, overwhelmed with all the love you felt for her. You were going to get to spend the rest of your life with Chrissy, starting a family and growing old together. You couldn’t think of a better future. Or a better person to spend it with. Everything was going to be perfect. 

Make me want to believe it's okay

Seeing her at home when it's so late

I'm so tired of being exhausted

All I want is her to get lost in

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[marie-swriting]

Safe Place - Chrissy Cunningham

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Summary : The morning after your first time with Chrissy.

Warnings : implied sex but no smut, mention of toxic parents, fluff, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English isn't my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 861

French version

Song inspiration : Watch You Sleep. by girl in red

The morning sun slowly comes into your room through the paper-thin curtains and yet, your eyes stay closed, allowing you to stay in Morpheus arms, unlike Chrissy who’s waking up. The sight of your desk reminds her that she’s at your place and your arm around her waist reminds her of the night before. Your parents being gone for the week-end, they accepted to have Chrissy over - officially, she’s your best friend, unofficially, she’s the one you love - and for the first time last night, you two were intimate. Everything was perfect. Better than you had imagined. It was full of tenderness, love but also passion. You spent the night softly discovering each other’s bodies. You didn’t think such bliss could exist. You ended up falling asleep, Chrissy naked back against you, your fingers intertwined with hers on her belly. Chrissy smiles as she thinks back to last night. She never thought she could be that happy one day.

Since you’ve gotten together, you constantly prove to her that life is made of moments of happiness. Before being with you, she used to conform to everything she was told, she never put herself first. Thanks to you, she’s learned to accept her true self, with her qualities and especially her flaws which she can’t do at home. Her parents are so strict that she never expressed herself freely. She still can’t do it there, however now, she has a safe place where she can, you are her safe place. It’s actually the reason why she was attracted to you first, the way she so easily opened up to you. You’ve given her the safety she never had. Furthermore, this sensation increased the second she met your parents. Your parents consider her as their second daughter, Chrissy knows she’s always welcome at your place. She doesn’t know what she did to deserve you, yet she’s grateful she got to be so lucky.

Chrissy turns around in the bed to face you and makes sure she doesn’t make a sudden movement that could wake you up. She finds you, sound asleep, the sheet covering most of your naked body as light snores are coming out of your lips. You stay still until a light breeze makes you shiver. Looking behind her, Chrissy discovers your slightly opened window - you had opened it last afternoon because of the summer heat and you totally forgot to close it. However, the sudden fresh air still doesn’t wake you up. Chrissy sets her eyes on you and admires every inch of your face. She looks at your lips and she can feel them on her neck and then, as soon as she gazes at your brows, she remembers the way you were frowning when you were lost in the moment. Chrissy never wants to leave, she could watch you sleep until her last dying breath. She wants to stay with you, in your arms, safe under the sheets.

Delicately, you lay on your stomach but keep your face towards Chrissy and your arm on her. Looking down, Chrissy finds a small scar on your spine. You told her you got it when you were nine, you had fallen down from your roof while you were helping your dad putting up Christmas decorations. Thanks to this accident, you didn’t have to do sport for a whole semester and for you, it was the biggest advantage of this fall. Thinking back to this anecdote, Chrissy realises you lived a life before her, though she doesn’t want it to be the case anymore. She wants to stay close to you forever. She wants this kind of morning to be her routine, not something that happens every once in a while. She knows she’ll never get bored of looking at you.

Chrissy’s hand strokes your cheek and her eyes are full of the love she has for you. As you feel something tickling you, you open your eyes and frown, not understanding Chrissy’s facial expression.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Don’t tell me I was drooling.” you complain, embarrassed. 

“I’m looking at you, that’s it,” she replies before marking a pause. “I just love looking at you.”

At her answer, a smile makes its way on your face. Chrissy keeps stroking your cheek while you stare in each other’s eyes. Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, Chrissy takes a deep breath before whispering for the first the words : 

“I love you.” 

“I love you, too.”

You softly press your lips on hers and with her hands on both sides of your face, Chrissy brings you closer to her. Your hand moves up along her back to deepen the kiss. The second you break it, you kiss Chrissy’s cheek then you put your head down on the pillow again. You stay silent, tenderly stroking each other’s face.

“I could stay like this forever.” you quietly say.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

You smile then you put your head on the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet floral scent. At the same time, you calmly sigh, enjoying this moment as if you were both alone in the world.

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[lady-pug]

i'm in love (with an uptown girl) - Part I

Summary: In which Dustin is sure about your feelings for Eddie and Eddie's for Chrissy, but maybe he doesn't know the two of you as well as he thinks he does.

Pairing: Chrissy Cunningham x Reader

Word count: 5k

Warnings: mentions of period typical homophobia

Notes: I may or may not have accidentally fallen in love with Grace Van Dien and, consequently, Chrissy Cunningham. Chrissy was such a good character and she had so much unexplored potential, I wish we could have seen more of her.

This was supposed to be a one-shot turned into a two-shot turned into a three-shot when I realized how long it was getting. The title references Billy Joel’s ‘Uptown Girl’, a song Grace herself has mentioned would probably be Chrissy’s 'Vecna song', so I went with that.

Also also, I know renting ‘Return Of The Jedi’ means absolutely nothing (I myself used to rent Star Wars DVDs in a completely random order when I was younger, would just rent out the one I was in the mood for). I just used that whole interaction in order to help plant the seed about Chrissy, much like the series did with the ‘Fast Times’ scene about Vickie (as a kid I didn’t truly understand the purpose of having Leia wearing that in particular, both in terms of inside the universe and out, but now I do and I don’t like it).

Anyway, that was just me ranting, sorry about that! I really hope you enjoy this story, and if you spot any mistakes, please feel free to warn me and I'll correct it right away, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated.

Reader is female, but no physical descriptions provided

Reader's gender not specified

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“She’s so pretty, isn’t she?”

“W-what?” your head snapped up so quickly you were scared you might have pulled a muscle, prompting the boys at the table to snicker.

“I said” Gareth emphasized, a smirk hanging from his lips “that she’s so pretty, isn’t she, Eddie?”

Said boy, who had been staring off into space and just so happened to have his head turned towards the jocks and cheerleaders’ table, snapped out of his trance almost as quickly as you had a few minutes prior.

“Who?” he seemed as confused as you felt.

“Chrissy Cunningham?” Jeff asked, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Your heart, the poor bastard, clenched painfully inside your chest at the mention of the blonde’s name. 

“Yeah, I mean… sure.” Eddie waved his hands dismissively.

“Come oooon!” Gareth, who had been sitting to the left of Eddie, whined and poked him in the ribs “We all know you’ve had heart eyes for her since, like, 8th grade man. No need to pretend otherwise.”

“Guys…” Dustin’s eyes darted towards you, a concerned frown on his lips.

“I don’t have a crush on Chrissy Cunningham?” Eddie answered, although it came out more of a question, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Dude, seriously? You think we haven’t noticed the way you stare at her at every chance you get? Especially when she’s wearing that cute cheerleading dress?” Grant spoke up, Gareth, Jeff and Mike snickering with him.

“Guys…” Dustin tried interrupting again, but the other boys seemed to pay him no mind.

“Yeah, man.” Mike piped up, his mean smirk making your blood boil slightly “If you stare any longer she’ll go from calling you ‘The Freak’ to calling you ‘The Creep’.”

Your fists clenched under the table, nails digging painfully on your palm. You were about to speak up but Eddie beat you to it.

“She’s not like that!” he closed his hand around the mini pretzel he was eating, crunching it in his fist from the force of his words “She’s kind and gentle and sweet.” he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes before speaking up again, softer this time “She’d never do that.”

“See?” Gareth pointed out “You’re already defending your girlfriend-”

“She’s not my girlfriend!”

“Keep telling yourself that.” Mike muttered under his breath.

“So you might as well make it official and ask her out already!” Gareth finished, throwing his arms up in exasperation.

You’ve had enough. Pushing your chair back with so much force it scraped loudly against the linoleum floor, you hastily grabbed your bookbag, stomping away from your usual lunch table and out of the cafeteria. 

“Great going dipshits.” Eddie threw a hard, stern glare towards his friends and quickly followed after you.

“What was that?” Jeff asked, bemused, still staring at the doors which you’d left through.

“I dunno.” Grant shrugged “One moment we were joking around, the next-”

“Guys!” Dustin yelled, startling his friends and earning the attention from other students at the nearby tables. Shrinking his shoulders, he smiled sheepishly, embarrassed, before addressing the other boys again “That was really mean. Even downright cruel.”

“What?” Gareth exclaimed “We were just teasing him!”

“Not to him, dumbass.” Dustin hissed sharply. “To her.”

“Your sister?” Mike asked, a frown twisting his features “What does she have to do with all this?”

“Seriously?” Dustin replied incredulously “You mean to tell me you’ve never noticed?”

The boys shook their heads and Dustin sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

“For people who claim to have it all figured out, you surely are clueless.” he exhaled long and deeply, as if preparing to give a stern scolding to a bunch of four year olds “My sister has the biggest crush on Eddie.”

“What?”

“No she doesn’t.”

“Have you guys never noticed the way she stares at him? How she’s always giddy and happy around him?”

“Yeah, ‘cause they’ve been best friends since they were little?” Grant chimed in.

“No, it’s different.” Dustin tried looking for the right words to explain himself “It’s like… she feels safe with him. Like she knows at the end of the day she’ll always have a safe place right besides him to fall back in.”

“Except Eddie likes Chrissy.” Mike mumbled, the cogs turning in his brain.

“Exactly.”

“Now that you’ve mentioned it,” Gareth stared back at Dustin, wide eyed “she also stares at Chrissy a lot. Always with this wistful, dreamy look on her face.”

“Almost as if she wants to… be Chrissy?” Dustin completed, making a lightbulb go up simultaneously in all four boy’s heads “Yeah. She’s head over heels for him, and you teasing him about his crush only serves to remind her of what she’ll never ever have!”

The guys had the decency to look ashamed at his outburst.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he said, getting up from their table and collecting his, yours and Eddie’s tray “I’m going to go find my sister and lend her my shoulder for her to cry on.”

Gareth, Jeff, Mike and Grant stared at his retreating form, guilt weighing heavily on their stomachs.

Dustin found Eddie in front of his locker, shuffling through the stuff inside, looking for something.

“Hey, Eddie.” Dustin leaned against the door of the locker adjacent to his, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Hey, man.” Eddie answered, without so much as looking over at his friend. He looked annoyed, the boy dared say even slightly pissed.

“Have you seen my sister?”

The younger boy jumped about a foot in the air when the door to the locker was slammed shut, a smal, metallic black lunch box hanging tightly from Eddie’s fist.

“No, Henderson, I haven’t seen her.” he answered, a fed up expression crossing his face as he started walking away.

“Wait up, Eddie.” Dustin held him by the cuff of his jacket, preventing him from leaving “I wanna talk to you.”

The metalhead sighed and turned his attention to the boy, nodding for him to go on.

“I know you like Chrissy-”

“I don’t like-”

“Please, just let me finish.” Dustin held a hand up for him to stop interrupting, to which Eddie rolled his eyes but stayed quiet “I know you like Chrissy. I do, really. Just… don’t break her heart.”

“Chrissy’s?” Eddie seemed confused.

“No.” he said your name hurriedly, desperately trying to get his point across “I really shouldn’t be telling you this, but she really really likes you. Like -likes you.”

“She doesn’t like me.” Eddie answered unphased, his calmness making Dustin’s heartbeat pick up in anger.

“Yes, she does! How come you don’t see that?” he rubbed a palm over his face, the pull on his cheeks stretching his lower eyelids so far Eddie worried his eyes were about to pop out of the socket “I just- I… I just don’t want her to get hurt.”

Eddie’s entire demeanor deflated, a small sigh escaping through his lips. As annoying as the young boy could be sometimes, Dustin had an enormous heart, always worrying about others and putting their needs and feelings before his own, and (Eddie felt a twinge of pride anytime he thought about it) he was loyal to a fault. Those were among the first things he noticed about the boy when he started his freshman year, prompting the metalhead to quickly take him under his wing. That and his Weird Al tee.

He laid a hand over Dustin’s shoulder, squeezing gently.

“I can assure you, with the same certainty that the sky is blue and ‘The Empire Strikes Back’ is by far the best one in the trilogy, I’m not going to break her heart.” seeing a tiny residual layer of distrust fleetingly cross through Dustin’s eyes, he squeezed his shoulder tighter “I promise.”

Dustin nodded thoughtfully, shyly smiling up at his friend.

“Thank you.”

Eddie smiled back at him, giving his shoulder one last squeeze, before he was back to his usual dramatic self.

“Now, I’m going to find your sister and beg for forgiveness. I’ll even drop to my knees and grovel if I have to.”

Dustin laughed at his antics, watching Eddie practically skip down the deserted hallway away from him, clutching the metal lunch box loosely on his hand.

“If you continue to stare at the table like that it’s gonna go up in flames and probably spread all around the woods. And I really don’t want to add crimes against the environment to my ever growing list of felonies, you know?” Eddie’s face morphed into a shit-eating grin as he stared at your slumped form.

You only spared him a half-hearted glare before balling your hands tightly. You slammed your fists against the wooden picnic table in front of you, jumping out of the bench and starting to pace along the leaf covered ground.

“It’s just so annoying, you know?” you huffed angrily “They notice one little thing, one wrong thing might I add, and just believe they’ve got us all figured out!”

“Yep.” he agreed, also mildly annoyed at the situation.

Throwing your arms above your head in frustration, you kicked some of the leaves with the toe of your sneakers.

“Even if you were into Chrissy, how is that any of their business?”

“Mhmm.”

You paused for a moment, wringing your hands together, a nervous habit you couldn’t seem to shake.

“But they are right, you know?”

“How so?” Eddie’s entire face scrunched up in confusion.

“You have been staring at Chrissy a lot recently.” you spoke quietly.

His face softened at the way you seemed to withdraw into yourself, letting your insecurities get the best of you. He stood up from the other bench, the dry leaves on the ground crunching under his white Reebok’s as he closed the distance between the two of you, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder, not unlike how he had done with your brother earlier.

“I’m just looking out for her. She hasn’t been all that well recently and Carver…” he sighed at the mention of his arch-nemesis “They may be dating but the dude still scares me when it comes to her. And she hasn’t been really happy with him for a while now. I don’t want her to get on his bad side.”

Your heart swelled with affection towards your best friend. Eddie had a heart of gold, one he hid behind leather and chains and metal and fantasylands to protect it from being hurt. Only a few selected individuals got to see this side of him, and you were extremely thankful you got to be one of them.

“I do not have a crush on Chrissy Cunningham, okay? You’ve got nothing to worry about.” he squeezed your shoulder playfully as his once soft smile grew mirthful “Besides, from how well we know each other, I’m actually offended you’d even suggest such a thing.”

You giggled at that, eased by both his actions and his words. Sensing you were back to your usual self, Eddie smiled, taking a step back, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You do know that this would all stop if you just told them the truth, right?” he asked seriously “At the very least Dustin?”

You snorted.

“Right, because that is super easy and plausible.” you mocked “What would I even say to him? ‘Hey, little bro! You know how you’re into Suzie, a girl? Yeah, so am I.”

Eddie threw his head back, a loud and full laugh escaping from his wide smile. Tears gathered in the corner of his eyes as he clutched his stomach, almost doubling over at the hilarity of your words.

“Man, oh, man. The way you phrased that-” he hiccuped, trying to regain his breath while wiping away some tears that had escaped down his cheek.

You couldn’t help but giggle as well, his laughter contagious, and a small smile formed on his face at having helped improve your mood.

“Yeah, it sounded pretty weird, didn’t it?” you shrugged your shoulders sheepishly.

He nodded, finally being able to stop chuckling.

“Just tell him you like pussy, can’t be that hard.” he sat back down on the bench, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Edward Cornelius Munson!” you gasped and slapped his shoulder.

“What, so do I!” he threw his hands up in amusement before smirking “That, among other things.”

“I know, it’s just… I’m not about to use such a-” you hesitated as you took in his wolfish grin “foul language with my baby brother.”

“He’s a high schooler!” he almost shouted.

“No matter how old we may be, he’ll always be my baby brother.” you answered, sitting back down on the bench, your smile faltering for just a moment. It was only a moment, but Eddie noticed. He always did when it came to you.

“You should tell him, you know?”

Your face fell completely, smile disappearing as your shoulders slumped.

“You know I can’t.” you said softly, prompting a small sad smile from him “What if-” you swallowed thickly before whispering “What if he doesn’t look at me the same anymore?”

Eddie reached across the table, his hands laying palms up against the old wood. His fingers crooked in his direction, signaling for you to lay your own on top of them.

“He’s your brother.” he squeezed your hands tightly in his own “You said so yourself, he’s your baby brother. That kid worships the very ground you walk on.”

“Eddie-” you shook your head, but his hands closed even more tightly around yours.

“No, listen to me.” he said firmly, his stern voice promptly shutting you up “He’s your brother and he loves you, so very much. Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing could ever change that.”

Your eyes prickled, brimming with unshed tears. With a sniffle you squeezed his hands in return, willing yourself not to cry.

“Thanks.”

He smiled at you one more time before dropping your hands, his smile turning mischievous. 

“But seriously, Chrissy Cunningham?” he smirked, a mock disgusted look on his face “How basic can you be?”

“We’ve been over this before, Eddie.” you giggled “It’s just- she’s so-”

“So pretty and kind and nice, yeah yeah, I’ve heard it all before.” he waved his hands dismissively at you “Why don’t you talk to her?”

You snapped your head at him, eyes widening minutely.

“What?” you stuttered “Are you insane?”

“What, why? It was just a suggestion!” he raised his hands in mock surrender.

“I couldn’t possibly talk to her! She’s pretty and popular, she’s-”

“The Queen of Hawkins High?” Eddie completed.

“Yes, exactly. And I’m just-”

“A freak?”

You shook your head.

“-me.” you whispered sadly “She’s everything and I’m just… me.”

Eddie’s eyes softened, something akin to pity and concern crossing behind them.

“That’s not true.” he spoke softly, as if you were a cornered animal and any loud noise would spook you. He sighed at the way you shrugged, realizing he couldn't get past the insecurities that had lodged themselves in your brain.

“Besides, she’s with Jason.”

“Fuck that dickhead! He’s not worthy of her time.” Eddie blew a raspberry “She’s really nice. He doesn’t deserve her.”

Ever since she started buying from him, the two of them had become really good friends. Eddie was very fond of her and would do almost anything to keep her safe. Even fighting her own boyfriend if it came to it.

“Yeah, right.”

“You should talk to her. You have a lot more in common than you realize.” he shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant “If nothing else, I think you two would be great friends.”

You smiled at him, a genuine smile this time. You were very grateful for having Eddie in your life. He was always there for you when you needed, always willing to drop everything just to make you smile. For a smile while you were afraid of losing him, having revealed your secret when he confessed to having a crush on you for a while. You were a sophomore, he was just starting his first round as a senior and you had known each other for a long while when he dropped that on you. You were scared, terrified even, that you’d end up losing him completely, but he hadn’t been disgusted nor weirded out, like you’d expected. Quite the opposite, in fact. He had been incredibly supportive and even revealed that he himself wasn’t very conventional when it came to relationships.

“I mean, as long as they love me and treat me AND my friends right… and don’t mind me blasting Black Sabbath on my sweetheart every once in a while, who cares? Guys, girls, people who are neither? Doesn’t matter, man.” 

“Thanks, Eddie.” you smiled at him, giving one of his shoulders a soft punch.

“If you want the teasing to stop, though, you’ll have to tell the boys from Hellfire.”

“And risk Mike Wheeler running his loud mouth around? Then get turned into an even bigger laughing stock for being something even worse than a ‘freak’ in their eyes? Or worse, get beat to a pulp by someone like Jason Carver? No, thank you.”

Eddie agreed. Then, for a moment, he looked up, brows furrowed, deep in thought.

“To be fair, I’m pretty sure Wheeler has a puppy dog kinda crush on me.”

“Oh, no, he does. For sure.” you nodded vehemently “He pretty much stole your style and your mannerisms, there’s no way he doesn’t have at least a small infatuation towards you.”

He chuckled.

“Doesn’t he have a girlfriend, though?”

“Yeah, El. But he also talks about Will Byers almost as much as he talks about her. It’s always ‘Will this, Will that’... you might as well incorporate Will, the Wise into our next campaign.” that made him giggle and shake his head at your antics. No matter how much you teased your brother and his friends, you loved those munchkins very much.

Him, sensing you were finally relaxing, decided to throw in a joke to alleviate the mood even further.

“Soooooo, Henderson… when are you asking her out then?” he said, smirking at your smiling face.

You threw your head back, laughing at his jokester self.

“I dunno, Munson.” you shrugged “When are you going to ask Steve Harrington out?”

“Uh, never?!” his face looked almost offended, a pink tinge dusting his cheeks, but in truth you knew how much he liked the former ‘King’.

“There’s your answer.”

He chuckled, amused.

“See, that’s why I keep myself open to the opportunities. There’s plenty of fish on this sea.” he tsked “Try being more like me, won’t ya?”

“Oh yes” your face turned mockingly serious “I’ll be exactly like you. With at least twice, if not more, as much opportunity and yet you’re still alone.”

With a hand to his chest, he gasped dramatically.

“How dare you?!” he glared at you playfully “Low blow.”

“It’s the truth.”

He chuckled, pulling a laugh out of you, and for a moment, all your worries vanished.

“I swear to you, Max, if he so much as thinks about hurting her I’ll personally break every single one of his fingers so he can never play his precious guitar ever again.” Dustin hissed as he pushed the doors open at Family Video.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked, exchanging a suspicious glance with Robin.

“Dustin here is threatening bodily harm.” the red-head explained as she walked towards the horror section, stopping briefly to stare at a copy of ‘Pretty In Pink’ in the romance section.

“To whom?” Robin asked.

Dustin sighed heavily, like the thought gave him an immense amount of pain.

“Eddie.”

Steve stared at Dustin as if he’d grown a second head. Normally Dustin wouldn’t shut up about his Dungeon Master, he basically worshiped the dude, to Steve’s mild annoyance. So for him to be mad at Eddie, something drastic must have happened.

“What did the dingus do?” Robin pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Oh, don’t ask-” Max shouted from over between the shelves.

“I’m glad you asked!” Dustin cut her off, jumping up and sitting over the counter, ignoring the protests of both Steve and Robin “Okay, it’s kind of a long story.”

“Oh, no.” Steve mumbled under his breath.

“So, you guys know my sister, right?”

“Of course we do, she’s one of our best friends. Also works here all other days of the week?” Robin questioned, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yeah, her.” Dustin continued, unbothered “She’s got it bad for Eddie. Like head over heels bad.”

Steve almost choked on air. From the corner of his eye he could see Robin shooting the young boy a funny look, almost in disbelief.

“But the thing is, Eddie has it bad for Chrissy Cunningham.”

Robin and Steve stared at one another, jaws hanging open. 

“Okay, and?” Steve asked.

“And?” Dustin asked incredulously “And she’s bound to get hurt. She’s going to get hurt and-” he let out a shuddering breath “I don’t want to see that happen.”

Both Steve’s and Robin’s gaze softened at the boy’s kind words. 

“If it serves as any consolation, Dustin, your sister does not have a crush on Eddie.”

“Yes, she does!” Dustin practically shouted “She’s my sister and I know her! She is in love with Eddie! It’s so obvious, why can’t none of you see it?”

“Dust-” Robin tried interrupting, but the boy cut her off, offended.

“What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t know my own sister?!”

Robin raised her hands, trying to calm the boy down.

“Okay, okay. Fine.” she sighed defeated.

Steve sensed Dustin was getting upset and tried to placate him into calming down.

“Hey, man. If, by any chance, he ends up breaking her heart, I’ll help you bash that metalhead’s skull in.”

Dustin smiled a toothy grin, reassured by his friend’s words.

“Now!” Steve clapped his hands “I assume the two of you aren’t here just to gossip now, are you?”

Dustin straightened his spine, jumping down from the counter and disappearing behind some shelves. Moments later he came back, dragging a reluctant Max by the wrist.

“Maxine here” he started (to which Max mumbled ‘Call me Maxine again and I’ll break your fucking nose’ under her breath) “has never watched Star Wars.”

Steve gasped dramatically.

“Seriously?! What a crime!”

Robin rolled her eyes.

“You haven’t watched it either, dingus.”

“Yes I have!”

“Sleeping halfway through ‘A New Hope’ doesn’t count as watching!”

“Anyway,” Dustin cleared his throat “Mike and I agreed that it’s about time she watched it and decided on a movie marathon. Lucas is also joining us. So if either of you can get me the tapes for the entire trilogy, we‘ll get out of your hair as soon as possible.”

Robin started typing in Dustin’s file while Steve went out back to retrieve the requested tapes.

“Uh, guys?” Steve came back to the front of the store holding one tape in each hand “Looks like someone already rented one of them.”

“What?!” Dustin’s voice broke as he reached for the tapes “‘Return Of The Jedi’ is missing! Who in their right minds rents only ‘Return Of The Jedi'?!”

Robin looked at Steve, a mischievous smile crossing her features. He knew she could only mean trouble.

“Let me check that out for you.”

“Uh, Rob.” Steve mumbled, concerned “That’s against company policy.”

“Come on, Stev-o, live a little! We do this all the time to find out stuff about people.”

“Oh, and checking the renting log for Star Wars 3 will tell us what exactly?”

Robin smirked. Oh, Steve didn’t like where this was going.

“If we cross reference it with the other two,” Robin started typing on the computer behind the counter “we can check out who rented all three of them together or rented all three of them separately but in the correct order.”

“And those who rented just this one?”

Robin’s smirk only grew. She looked at Steve dead in the eye and mouthed the word ‘boobies’. Steve could practically hear the moment the shoe dropped, his own face morphing into a smirk. 

“Are we missing something here?” Max asked, suspicious.

Robin dismissed her and continued typing. It took about twenty minutes, but she eventually had printed out an extensive list of names after having written down a bunch of names and connecting them on her little white board.

“Okay, munchkins.” she turned to them, swiveling her chair “I have it. After pulling the records of the past six months, I managed to find out all the people who rented ‘Return Of The Jedi’ solo.”

Dustin giggled, and Max rolled her eyes, but a tiny amused smile pulled at her lips. Steve awaited eagerly, hanging from the edge of his seat.

“Let’s see, from oldest to newest.” Robin cleared her throat “Eddie Munson, clearly; me; Vicki; Eddie again; your sister.” 

Steve side-eyed her, his brows furrowing in confusion, but Robin kept going without paying him any mind.

“Vicki again; your sister again; Fred Benson; Eddie; Vickie; Eddie; Jason Carver;” her face scrunched up in disgust (to which Dustin screamed a “Jason Carver likes Star Wars?! ”) before continuing “your sister; Vickie; me; Eddie aaaaaand… oh!”

Everyone froze, startled expressions paralyzing their faces.

“What do you mean ‘oh!’?” Steve asked, incredulous.

Robin’s eyes were wide as saucers, her eyebrows so far up her forehead they disappeared under her short bangs. Her mouth hung wide open and only small stutters came out. Swallowing hard, she exhaled sharply through her nose before turning to her friends, her voice low.

“The last person to rent ‘Return Of The Jedi’ and who currently has the tape is Chrissy Cunningham.”

Multiple things happened at once. Steve’s jaw fell almost to the ground, Dustin let out a loud disbelieving yelp and Max’s eyes widened just a fraction. 

“Seriously?” Dustin asked “Chrissy Cunningham, captain of the cheer squad, queen of Hawkins High, Jason Carver’s girlfriend, rented out a Star Wars movie?”

Steve and Robin glanced at one another. It was clear their incredulity stemmed from a totally different reason then the two kids. 

“Oh, well.” the boy threw his hands up in defeat “I guess our movie marathon is fucked.”

Max looked conflicted, slightly relieved but at the same time kind of bummed. Steve was already pulling the file for ‘Return Of The Jedi’ on the computer again, desperately trying to put a smile back on that kid’s face.

“She’s due to return it tomorrow. Why don’t you come by then? It’s Friday anyway, don’t you have Hellfire today?” 

“Yeah, I guess.” Dustin shrugged “We were going to head straight to Mike’s after the club and Max would meet us there.”

“Tell you what,” Steve nodded his chin conspiratorially “why don’t you take something else for today, have a sleepover, and as soon as Chrissy returns the tape tomorrow I’ll drive by the Wheeler’s and deliver it to you, okay?”

“But what if Chrissy doesn’t return it on time?” Max asked.

The sound of keys being smashed on the keyboard pulled their attention back to Robin, who had taken over the computer.

“It says here she hasn’t missed one due date, and she’s been coming here for quite a while now.” she smiled reassuringly “You guys have nothing to worry about, Steve’s got this covered for you.”

After a few more moments trying to reassure Max’s everlasting distrust and restore Dustin’s goofy mood, the two kids left with a copy of ‘Gremlins’, one of Max’s favorite movies of all times. As they were about to set foot outside the door, Robin called out to Dustin.

“Don’t worry about your sister, okay? She’ll be alright.”

Dustin nodded and they left. With a huff, Robin slumped against the counter.

“So, what was that about our dearest Henderson having a crush on Eddie?” Steve asked.

“Trust me, dude, she does not have a crush on him.”

“Dustin seemed pretty adamant that she does.”

“She doesn’t.” the girl hissed.

“How could you possibly know? She might be one of your best friends since forever, but sometimes people rather keep-”

“Because I know!” Robin practically shouted “Because she’s also into the same stuff we both are!”

“You mean…” Steve’s eyes widened, before his confusion gave way to understanding “She did rent that Star Wars a lot.”

“Yeah, exactly.” Robin leaned closer to him and lowered her voice down to a whisper, even though there was no one else in the store at the time “We dated briefly in middle school. We were both going through a self-discovery journey kind of thing and we helped each other out. It’s good talking about your feelings with someone who actually gets it, who also knows exactly what you’re going through. That, combined with the fact we’d been friends for so long, had us both thinking that dating was the natural progression of things.” she smiled a sad, fond smile before shrugging “Don’t get me wrong, she’s pretty cute, smart and all, but we quickly realized it was more like kissing a cousin than anything.”

“Ew.” Steve shrudded.

“Mhmm. So we broke things off about a month in.”

“Wow. That’s nice actually.” Steve smiled at her “It’s nice to know you didn’t have to go through all of that alone.”

Robin nodded in agreement, turning back towards her friend. She found him already staring at her eagerly. She closed her eyes with a sigh.

“Spit it out.”

“So our resident freak has a crush on the Queen of Hawkins High?”

Robin eyed him funny.

“No he doesn’t.” she scoffed “There’s only one person in this town whom Eddie fancies, and it’s certainly not Chrissy.”

“Who’s it?” he asked, like a kid who’s begging their parents to reveal the contents of their Christmas gift in advance.

Robin felt like she could facepalm. Better yet, bang her head on the counter multiple times.

“Seriously, Harrington?! Are you really that dense?”

Steve stared at her like a clueless puppy.

“What?”

She huffed and grabbed a pile of returned tapes to sort through.

“Anywaaay…” Steve sat next to her again “What do you think?”

“About what?”

“Uh, duh? The fact that Chrissy rented that movie? You said so yourself and that list was pretty self explanatory.”

Robin smirked at him, a small chuckle climbing out of her throat.

“I think, my dear friend,” she topped her act off with a wink “that there’s more to Chrissy Cunningham than meets the eye.”

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

I'd Burn the City Down (To Show You the Light) - Chapter Two

Pairings: Chrissy Cunningham x Reader, side Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Work Summary:

All you wanted to do for your senior year of high school was keep your head down and scrape by, but a certain blonde in a very short skirt gets in your way.

Chrissy Cunningham x 'badgirl'!reader

Chapter Summary: You go over to Chrissy's house to study.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4...

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1960

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Notes:

Lots of warnings for this chapter because of discussing the content of The Color Purple, as well as other things. Spoilers for the early parts of The Color Purple.

Warnings for discussions of rape (including of a 14 year old girl), incest, racism, poverty Also warnings for eating disorders, body image issues, reader being a "not like other girls" girl, reader being an arsehole, hints of religious trauma, bullying, food insecurity, reader is mean, chrissy gets angry

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Chrissy’s copy of The Color Purple sat dauntingly on your nightstand. You hadn’t touched it since you’d taken it out of your schoolbag.

You should really get started on it. The sooner you finished it, the sooner you could return it to Chrissy, and the sooner the weight of its presence in your life would be alleviated.

You were regretting taking it home with you. You should’ve just told her that you didn’t need to read it, you could do the project just fine without it.

But it was too late now. You had already told her you would. You didn’t want to drag this project out for any longer than it needed to be. The idea of going over to Chrissy’s to study made you sweat. She was a pretty girl, and that made you nervous for a whole host of reasons.

You sat up on your bed, leaning back against a pillow, and flipped the book open.

Your reading skidded to a halt on the very first page. The protagonist, a fourteen-year-old girl, was talking about being raped and impregnated by her own father. It was deeply unsettling. You’d never read any book that had gone into such graphic detail about that kind of stuff before.

Your curiosity was piqued, but you had the strange feeling that you were doing something that you weren’t supposed to, like you were a voyeur to someone else’s pain. You read on.

The writing style took some getting used to. A lot of it was written phonetically, in a dialect that wasn’t all that familiar to you in small-town Indiana.

Each short chapter was a letter to God, which was another thing that chafed against you. Your experience with religion and faith in your life had never exactly been positive. Still, you kept reading. The narrative compelled you in a perverse sort of way.

The book sat with you uncomfortably. You weren’t sure what to make of it.

The main character, Celie, seemed hardly better off than a slave to the men in her life. She cooked, she cleaned, she looked after the children. And she was raped. Repeatedly.

In a strange way, it almost made you feel better about your own life. Life wasn’t easy, but at least you weren’t beholden to anyone. No man was going to make you cook or clean or have his children. If any man tried to touch you, you would knock him out cold. With no children or younger sister to protect, your body was your own. That, you supposed, was a privilege, inconsequential as it might seem.

It did make you wonder how a girl like Chrissy Cunningham could relate to a book like this. What did Chrissy – white, rich, pretty in the way that models are pretty – have in common with Celie?

*

You hadn’t finished the book by the time you left your trailer on Saturday morning, but you were sure Chrissy wouldn’t have expected you to.

It had taken you an embarrassingly long amount of time to get dressed. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d gone to someone else’s house.

Not that you were trying to impress Chrissy. Just that you had been bullied for your clothes and your appearance for as long as you could remember. You didn’t want to give Chrissy – or her friends – any ammunition against you. And you didn’t want to wear anything that might attract the attention of her parents.

You settled for plain black jeans and your least threadbare shirt. At the very least it was clean. You took a little longer in the shower than usual, and sprayed yourself liberally with deodorant.

Just your luck, Eddie was sitting on the front steps of his trailer as you walked outside. It was like he had a sixth sense for when you were going out, and when you didn’t want to speak to anyone.

“Hey neighbour,” he said, far too cheerily.

“Get fucked, Munson.”

His laughter followed you as you walked away.

Chrissy lived in a much nicer part of town. She had given you her address on a small folded up piece of paper that you’d kept tucked in the copy of her book.

Buses didn’t run that often, so you decided to walk. It took you forty-five minutes, and by the time you made it to the neat suburban street that she lived on, you were sweaty and tired.

You hung around on the corner for a few minutes, re-applying your deodorant and getting your breath back.

Her house was pretty much identical to all the others on its street: two storeys, a large driveway, a well-kempt lawn. You strode up to the front door like you belonged here and hit the doorbell before you could psyche yourself out. You heard footsteps, and then a moment later, the door swung open to reveal Chrissy.

Stupidly, you found yourself surprised to see her out of her cheerleading uniform. Of course she didn’t wear it while she was at home.

Instead, she was dressed in an oversized hoody and jeans. The sleeves over her hoody were too long, so you could only just see her fingers curled around their cuffs.

“Hey,” she said, sounding a little breathless. “Come on in.”

“Thanks,” you said, trying to sound casual.

“My parents aren’t home, so I figured we could just work in the dining room.”

“Cool.”

You were relieved to hear that you were alone in the house. It was one less complication. You didn’t want to spend your time making small talk with strangers. You just wanted to finish this project and get out of here.

“Are you enjoying the book?” Chrissy asked, leading you into the dining room. She had clearly already been doing homework. There was a stack of textbooks on the table, notepads and pens and pieces of paper with scribbled notes on them scattered haphazardly across its surface.

You realised that Chrissy was looking at you expectantly. “Hm?”

“The Color Purple? Are you enjoying it?”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” She looked doubtful, and you wondered if that was the wrong answer. “I mean it’s… It’s pretty intense, right?”

“Right.” She chuckled awkwardly. “Make yourself at home. You want something to drink? Water, or coffee?”

“Water is good, thanks.”

She disappeared into what you assumed was the kitchen, and you took a moment to take in your surroundings.

At one end of the room, there were big glass doors that led out into the back yard. Through the window, you could see a large trampoline. You wondered if Chrissy used it for cheerleading practise.

The walls of the dining room were lined with family photographs. You recognised Chrissy at various ages, sometimes with her parents, sometimes alone. There were pictures of her with her cheerleading squad, and even some of her with her boyfriend Jason. She was clearly the apple of her parents’ eye.

As Chrissy set down a glass of water on the table, you jerked around like you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything.

“I got a few books from the library that I think might help with the historical context part of the project.”

“Right.”

“I was thinking we could each write some stuff for a couple of these sections, and then we could bring it together into a presentation. Does that make sense?”

“Sure…”

“Alright, how do you wanna divide this up?”

“I think you should do the talking for the presentation. Because you’re… you know…”

She frowned at you. “I’m what?”

“You’re like…” You grappled for the word. “Charismatic, or whatever. Plus you love this book so you can infuse your passion into the talking. Teachers eat that shit up.”

“… If you say so.” She looked a little uncomfortable. “How do we wanna decide who writes each section?”

“You can pick. You know more about it than I do.”

She frowned again. “Fine.” You watched her mark a couple of the sections with her initials, and then a couple with yours. She hesitated a couple of times, tapping her pen against her glossy pink lips. “Does this work for you?”

“Sure, whatever.” It didn’t seem to be the answer she was looking for, but she didn’t push.

And so the two of you got on with it, separately, but together. Occasionally she would ask your opinion on something, but mostly, neither of you spoke.

It was surprisingly pleasant. Peaceful. Until the clock struck 12:30pm and your stomach started to rumble.

Chrissy looked up at you when your stomach made an embarrassing gurgling noise. “You hungry?” she asked, like the thought hadn’t occurred to her.

Part of you wanted to say no and carry on working, but you weren’t exactly in a position to say no to free food.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll fix us something.”

She got up without asking what you wanted. You supposed you’d get what you’d get. That was fine with you. You turned your attention back to the paper in front of you.

A few minutes later, Chrissy returned with two plates. She set one down in front of you. It was a sandwich made with thick, crusty bread, and apple slices arranged neatly beside it. It was like a meal a person would make for a child. You wondered if this was something she’d learnt from her mom. Was this practise for the children that she would someday have?

“Thanks,” you said, and took a bite of the sandwich. It was fairly plain, but tasted good anyway. She had been generous with condiments.

You continued to work as you ate. You didn’t know if Chrissy had expected conversation, but she wasn’t pushing you in any case.

Although you had eaten slowly, Chrissy hadn’t finished by the time you had. You looked up to see her picking at the crust of her sandwich. She had taken a couple of small bites, and eating half of her apple slices, but seemed to show no interest in finishing them. She seemed to have given up on work for now, and was instead staring straight ahead of her.

It didn’t surprise you that a girl like Chrissy would be obsessed with her weight. You had heard the way that popular girls would make it almost a competition about who could eat less, bragging about almost passing out. You doubted any of them understood what real hunger was. You fought the urge to roll your eyes at Chrissy.

“Is that like a cheerleader thing, or what?” The words came out of you dripping with venom. Chrissy flinched, like she’d forgotten you were there.

“What?”

“You have to eat like a bird or else you’ll get kicked off the team, right?”

Her brow furrowed. Her face was flushed pink with embarrassment. “Excuse me?” She looked genuinely angry. You faltered, feeling suddenly embarrassed yourself.

“Nothing. Never mind.”

“It’s not nothing, clearly.” She was glaring at you now.

“I guess I just don’t know who you’re showing off for here. I’m not one of your cool girl friends.” 

She let out a laugh that seemed to startle both of you. Chrissy, normally so mild-mannered, stood up, knocking her chair over in the process.

“You think you’re so much better than me, don’t you?” she hissed. “Because you don’t give a fuck about anyone or anything, right?”

“I-”

“You think you know me but you don’t. You’re not the only person with problems.” You stared back at her in stunned silence. She pinched the bridge of her nose, eyes falling closed as she took a deep breath. “I think you should go,” she said. There was a tremor in her voice that she was trying to hide, but you heard it.

You didn’t need to be told twice.

Next Chapter

[miwtual]

meet me in the pit, a wheelingham fic

— chapter two of three, now on ao3

Nancy returned the smile awkwardly, her nerves rising up her neck and to the spot behind her ears, “Hey, you ready?”

“I am. Are you?”

Absolutely not.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

[spicysix]

I'll be with you, when the roses bloom again

cheerscoops week - day two prompt: childhood friends to lovers/soulmate AU

rating: T warnings: no Upside Down, soulmate AU, childhood friends to lovers, temporary character death, panic attack, mention of drugs, oblivious steve, toxic stomarol, angst with a happy ending word cont: 4.3k

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Soulmates weren’t there when you were born. That was a fairytale, a romanticized version of it all, told so all the kids would grow up thinking life was all love and flowers.

It wasn’t.

Soulmates could be a bad thing. People you were destined to meet, no matter if their impact on your life would be good or bad. They would leave a mark, whether you wanted it or not.

You weren’t born with it. You had to earn it, take it, have it beaten into you.

It happened when it happened.

Steve had four for Tommy and Carol. One for each, for when they met, beautiful blooming flowers on his left shoulder. And one for each, for when they left him, putrid rotting weeds on his right shoulder. They had changed his life, back when he had just moved in to the house closer to Carol’s and she introduced him to that freckled little boy from the block down. And they had changed his life when they decided he wasn’t good enough for them anymore, or bad enough if you look closely into it. They had changed his life a thousand times in between those two, and Steve was glad his soulmarks for them were on his back, because if he had to see them every day instead of only when he purposefully turned his back to a mirror and looked over his shoulder, he thinks he wouldn’t bare how much he missed them sometimes.

He had a poisonous ivy leaf hidden by his hair and by the scar where Billy had broken a plate on his head. The biggest reason he still maintained his hair as long and coiffed as he did.

He had another blooming one on his left hand for when he fell in love with Nancy, and another dying one on his right for when she told him her love for him wasn’t real. He had another one, though, a secret third one right where his clavicle bones met, in the center of his chest, a fully bloomed flower in all her glory. One that appeared during the night after they talked the whole day, meeting their common grounds and finally understanding what went wrong and what didn’t, where they did right and where they failed on each other. After they could finally heal from their heartbreaks, and find a friend on one another — not as close as they were before, but a different kind of strong friendship anyway because Steve wasn’t Steve without Nancy and Nancy wasn’t Nancy without Steve.

The biggest one just under his heart for when Robin poured her heart out to him on dirty bathroom floors; and that was the first time he was grateful for a mark. He wished it had appeared somewhere in his body that he could show to everyone, so the whole world would know that he had many failed soulmates, but the successful one was the best he could ever ask for. He had a tiny one around the big main one for every little special time they shared, for every new revelation, for every new secret, for every time his soul felt happy and complete because he had Robin next to him.

The house next to Carol’s had a family that Carol hated. She used to say they were too perfect, all doll-looking, blonde hairs and blue eyes and skinny physiques.

Steve didn’t told Carol at first when he’d hang out with the girl she hated from time to time.

It started one day as he was leaving Carol’s house and, as always, he passed in front of the Cunningham’s home. The doll-looking, blonde-haired, blue-eyed skinny girl was collecting dandelions from her front lawn. Steve was eleven, she was ten, and that was the first time he thought he’d get an immediate soulmark and was left frustrated.

He looked at Carol’s house, glad to see she had walked back inside it already, and carefully approached the girl. A leaf crunching under his sneaker alerted her of his presence.

Blue eyes met Steve's.

“Hi?” she asked. Her voice was soothing, calm, a beautiful sound, a strike contrast to Carol’s shrieks. No wonder she hated her.

“Steve,” he answered dumbfounded. Her front teeth were charmingly crooked, he noticed when she smiled at him. “Me! I’m Steve.”

“Chrissy, me, I’m Chrissy,” she answered giggling and Steve couldn’t help but laugh back.

They just stared at each other for a while, Steve could feel his face burning and knew he was probably more red than the shoes she was wearing. Her hair tied into pigtails, and the whole image reminded him of Dorothy. He wanted to say more, but couldn’t find his voice.

After what felt like hours, he just pointed to a random spot to his left, waved way too fast and started walking. He heard her laugh as he kept going further away, and that kept the smile glued to his face, even through the embarrassment of not saying anything else.

He just left like a coward lion.

But he was there again a couple of days later, going home from Carol’s house, and she had green shoes this time as she was having what looked like a tea party with her stuffed animals. There was a lion amongst them.

“His name is Theo,” she said when she noticed Steve’s fixated stare on the stuffed cat.

“Theo, the lion,” he whispered back and she nodded.

His feet took him closer without him noticing, and he spared a look to Carol’s door. It was closed, she was back inside. It was safe.

“Steve, you, Steve. Hi!” Chrissy greeted him, that crooked smile that triggered Steve’s own lips to curl upwards.

“Hi, Chrissy… sorry about that… got nervous.” He shrugged.

“No need to be nervous. Do you want tea?” she asked, pointing at the (probably empty) tea pot.

“Uh… sure, yeah!” Steve answered. Chrissy’s smile widened, Steve’s smile widened and the world felt more colorful.

That was all it took.

Every few days, Steve would stop and play or chat or pick flowers with Chrissy on his way home from Carol’s. He would always look at the Perkins’ door to see if it was closed, and he would always ease up at Chrissy’s sweet voice, and he would always finally go back to his house feeling like he was stepping on clouds.

The Summer ended, the school started, he’d see Chrissy every day across the hallways and when Carol finally spotted him waving at the blonde girl, she threw a hissy fit. Steve talked her down, convinced her Carol was still his best girl friend, Chrissy wouldn’t replace her nor her blooming flowers in his left shoulder, and it worked. Carol wouldn’t talk to Chrissy, not ever, but she tried to hide her scowl when Steve did. Tommy just laughed whenever Carol complained, but he would also refuse to allow Chrissy into their closed group, and that was all very annoying in an endearing way to Steve. Or, endearing, in an annoying way. He couldn’t pick.

All the years kept passing, and in between fancy family trips and weeks being left alone the older he got, Steve learned how to keep his friends as close as possible so the soul-crushing weight of loneliness wouldn’t smash him to the floor whenever he woke up to an empty house. He could keep them all, Carol and Tommy and Chrissy, but as the years went by and he grew older and the hormones started working and the voice in his head — that sounded just like his father — spoke louder, three of them didn’t feel like enough.

Steve threw a party or two, but then he’d be the one to clean the house after it, so he resigned to just attend other people’s parties. He’d bring Carol and Tommy with him, always, but Chrissy wasn’t allowed yet, and he knew she wouldn’t enjoy them either.

It was like he was two different people.

He was Steve Harrington, keg stand king, someone the whole High School student body somehow looked up to. He got bitchier around Carol and Tommy, he even got meaner sometimes, but everyone around him laughed when he got that way so it was fine.

And he was Steve. Around her, he was just Steve. He got gentler, softer even, around Chrissy, and he got silly sometimes but she laughed with him and not at him when he did so it was fine. If he liked who he was with Tommy and Carol, he loved who he was with Chrissy. He’d teach her basketball, and she’d teach him collages, and they’d watch terribly produced musicals together, and bake delicious brownies that no one else got to taste because it was theirs. It was a little colorful world and it was only theirs.

He didn’t have a problem, exactly, that those two sides of him were so contrasting. He kind of liked being both. He loved Carol and Tommy, more than anyone, and he also loved that he got to keep a side that only Chrissy got to see.

Then came Nancy.

She changed everything.

She changed him, or he changed himself after her, and he was grateful for it. But in the same way Carol and Tommy tolerated Chrissy, they despised Nancy. Maybe because they saw, before anyone else including herself, that Nancy had a sharp edge under her softness. That she was bark and bite, that she wouldn’t take Carol and Tommy’s shit without fighting back if she had to.

And she had to.

It wasn’t a “her or us” situation, they didn’t put it like that, but Steve chose Nancy anyway. He chose who he was around her, the softness before only reserved to Chrissy that now Steve felt like he didn’t have to hide, and the eagerness to protect through sometimes mean words when necessary — not with fists, not like Tommy, never with fists. Nancy got along well with Chrissy too, and Steve liked it better now when he didn’t have to split himself into two. He could be just one, just Steve.

The blossoms on his shoulder rotted.

A new one bloomed on his hand.

Chrissy still didn’t have a flower of her own, and it never ceased to confuse Steve.

As fast as Nancy came, though, she went. A hurricane of changes, a storm turning his life around, a whole new Steve left behind and he couldn’t and he wouldn’t keep a grudge. They were just kids. They could figure it out later. They did, eventually.

The blossom on his hand died anyway.

Chrissy still didn’t have a flower of her own, and even if she and Steve’s paths weren’t crossing as much anymore for some reason after his and Nancy’s break-up, it was still confusing.

Steve graduated, no more seeing Chrissy every day across the hallways, no more stopping by her house beside Carol’s, daily phone calls turned into weekly ones, into monthly ones, into no phone calls at all until Chrissy still had no flowers and Steve missed her every day and had no mark to stare at in the mirror to torture himself.

But suddenly Steve had Robin, and he had Dustin, and he had Max. He got to keep them all, be just Steve, and he didn’t need any more. It was enough.

Chrissy had no one, and so she turned to Eddie Munson.

Robin called him at work, anxious to gossip about the Queen of Hawking High making a drug deal with The Freak, and Steve was immediately confused because, when had Chrissy become the Queen of Hawkins High, and why was she after drugs?

His head burned with it through the whole day, nothing good could be the cause of that, and the guilt eating up at his insides for being so estranged to Chrissy that he didn’t even know what could possibly be so bad in her life that she’d resort to drugs to fix it. He tried to rationalize his way through it, remembered Munson didn’t sell a lot of hard stuff, he was mostly a weed guy — god knows how much money Steve himself spent with Munson for party supplies, maybe Chrissy just wanted to relax a bit? Yeah, that should be it, no way it was anything stronger. She wouldn’t need that. She wouldn’t go there.

Steve had a date with Hailey, or Lauren, or whoever to the Pep Rally, and Chrissy looked just fine cheering through it, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Lucas scored the winning points, Robin scored a laugh from her crush, Steve scored a “this was nice but we should keep it as friends” from Holly/Letty/whoever.

And he told Robin he’d wait at the parking lot while she got out of her band clothes, and he basically ran to it just in time to see Munson and the rest of Hellfire leaving the school main building, but his eyes didn’t linger on their commemorations before finding Chrissy — subtly hidden by the shadows, but still visible waiting next to Munson’s van.

His feet took him closer without him noticing.

“Chris?” his voice scared her, wide blue eyes immediately finding his, no softness there, and he held his arms up in a non-threatening stance. “Sorry. Are you… How are you?”

She had a frown, her charmingly crooked teeth worrying at her bottom lip, unsure eyes searching for something in him because of course she didn’t trust him anymore. She had no reason to.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he pleaded, a wave of many bad feelings running him over. He took a small step towards her, and then another, and he could see her fidgety fingers over her stomach. “I wasn’t a good friend, I-”

She interrupted him, “Can we not do this right now?” she asked, looking at something behind Steve’s shoulder. “Can we not do this today?” Her voice was still soft though, still trying to soothe him even if he didn’t deserve it.

He couldn’t help but look behind him, Eddie Munson standing from a safe distance, crossed arms, crooked eyebrow, waiting attentively. Steve let out a sigh.

“Can I call you tomorrow?” he asked, and she only nodded before looking back at Munson again.

Steve didn’t turn to see, but he listened as Munson walked around the van to the driver’s side, and watched as Chrissy stepped into the passenger side. He walked backwards, out of the van’s way and didn’t look away as Munson drove off. To his trailer, probably. To sell Chrissy drugs.

A hand on his shoulder startled him.

“Good to go?” Robin asked, a knowing look on her face that had Steve aware they’d have a sleepover, because he had a long story to tell her.

Steve woke up in the middle of the night with his phone loudly ringing and a burn in his chest.

“What the fuck?” Robin grumbled from beside him in the bed as he got up and ran to the corridor to answer the phone.

No good could come from a call that late into the night.

“Hello?” he answered, breath short, chest tight already.

“Steve… It’s Chrissy,” Max’s voice was watery on the other side of the line, and it took Steve a while to make the connection.

Max lived in the trailer park.

The same trailer park as Munson. She lived right across Munson’s trailer, actually.

Munson, who was supposed to sell drugs to Chrissy that night. Who took her, in his van, to his trailer, to sell her some kind of drug.

Steve’s heart was beating way too fast and it was burning and he didn’t know if he had answered anything to Max before he glanced down to his shirtless torso and stared at the right side of his chest.

A dead flower.

Not dying, not rotting.

A dead flower.

His soulmate had died.

Chrissy finally marked his skin with her own flower, a rose nonetheless, and it was dead.

Chrissy was dead.

A ringing in his ears.

His vision was blurry.

Was someone talking to him?

His chest felt tight.

It burned, his skin, but underneath it too. It felt constricted.

Was someone talking to him?

Sharp pain on the skin of his tights. Sharp like nails. Maybe his own.

Was someone talking to him?

A single drop of sweat running down his back.

A single drop of a tear running down his cheek.

“Steve!” Robin was talking to him. “Steve, you gotta breathe, please!”

Her hand was on his cheek, not the wet one.

His blurry vision went up her torso. He could see his flower across her left ribcage, under the top she was wearing as pajamas. His blurry vision went up her face. Blue eyes met his.

Blue eyes.

His vision went clear.

“Robin!” he gripped her wrist. It must’ve hurt her. “Robin, Chrissy, she-”

“Steve, listen to me!” Robin was crouching, but she dropped to her knees on the floor and didn’t care about Steve’s grip on her wrist. She kept holding his face, and her other hand went to his chest. His burning chest. “Steve, listen. You’re having a panic attack, you need to breathe.”

“But Chrissy-”

“Steve, in and out, come on,” she instructed him through it, breathed slowly in and exhaled slowly out with him.

Steve wanted to scream at her, Chrissy’s dead! But he had no voice, and no air in his lungs to do so.

He breathed slowly in and exhaled slowly out until his vision wasn’t blurry, until he wasn’t ripping his skin open with his fingernails, until he wasn’t gripping Robin’s wrist so tight. Her hands were still on his face and his chest. She was caressing him with her thumbs.

“There you are,” she whispered, a smile trying to fight its way to her lips. “Steve, you saw the dead soulmark and had a panic attack. I talked as fast as I could to Max before rushing to calm you down, she explained it. Chrissy’s in the hospital.”

The words made no sense.

“No, but, but- You said it yourself, dead soulmark Robin, how-”

“Steve.” He stopped talking at her stern tone. It was grounding. “Let’s get to the hospital.”

“You can’t drive,” he reminded her and she had that soft smile for him in response.

Soft, soft, soft. Always soft for him.

“Nancy’s here.” She nodded behind her.

Only then Steve saw his ex-girlfriend standing in the middle of the corridor, a worried look on her face, Jonathan next to her obviously not aware of anything that was happening. But they were there anyway. Steve still had them.

Chrissy had no one, she had no one but a drug dealer-

“Hey, no spiraling again.” Robin turned his face back to her, she knew him so well. “Let’s get to the hospital.”

Steve felt numb. He felt numb as Jonathan helped Robin get him to his feet, he felt numb as Robin dragged him to his bedroom to get dressed, numb through the car ride in Nancy’s station wagon, numb as they walked through Hawkins General’s doors.

Numb as Robin talked to Chrissy’s parents, numb as Nancy and Jonathan talked to Munson, numb even as Max came to give him one of her rare hugs.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” she said, muffled sobs against his shirt.

“It wasn’t you, Mad Max,” he answered numbly. “I promise it wasn’t you.”

His chest still burned.

Steve had to sit numbly in the chair next to Munson, and when Robin noticed he was about to jump him and resort to Tommy’s old ways of resolving things, she sat between them.

“It wasn’t his fault,” she whispered. “Chrissy didn’t take anything.”

Steve numbly growled in response.

He had to numbly wait there, Robin by his side and Munson by hers, even after Nancy and Jonathan took Max home, even after Chrissy’s dad went to work, even after Chrissy’s mom went back to the house to get a shower or something. Her family, and they didn’t care enough to stay. Chrissy didn’t have them.

Steve sat there, Robin by his side and Munson by hers, as they waited until Chrissy could get visitors.

It felt like days.

His chest still burned.

He didn’t hear when the nurse agreed to let them in to see her, only felt as Robin dragged him by a hand and Munson by the other, up the elevators, down too many corridors, a white door on a white wall, white floors and white ceilings, and he could only remember Chrissy’s red shoes and Chrissy’s green shoes and Chrissy’s blue eyes.

They were closed as they entered her room. No blue eyes in sight.

His feet took him closer without him noticing.

He sat on a chair next to her bed. She looked so pale. Steve’s chest was burning.

Why did it take him so long?

He finally had Chrissy’s soulmark, it was a rose, but at what cost?

It was a dead rose.

“She was convulsing,” Munson started talking, from the other side of the bed, and Steve tore his eyes away from Chrissy to look at him as he explained. “I took her to the trailer, she wanted ketamine, I had it in my room and when I went back to the living room she was already on the floor, I-”

“Eddie, breathe.” Robin was saying that a lot that night.

“I ran out the door, I didn’t know what to do. Red saw me, thankfully, and she was the one to call the ambulance as I just stood there in shock. Didn’t to anything. Fucking coward.” Munson’s last sentence was whispered, but the room was so quiet Steve heard it anyway. “It took the ambulance too long, and neither me or Red knew what to do to help her, just turned her sideways, but it took too long. By the time they got there she was crossing the line.

“She was dead for two whole minutes. They got her to the ambulance, used the defibrillator, her heart started again but they don’t know if she’ll have permanent damage from how long her brain was out of oxygen, or whatever.”

Munson ran his hands through his face, messing up his bangs, fingers visibly shaking, his knee nervously going up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-

“Why did she wanted ketamine?” Steve heard himself asking. 

Munson’s big eyes met Steve’s. They were brown. “I don’t know, man. She said in the woods she was losing her mind. Red said she saw Chrissy leaving the counselor’s office looking bad, and that she had some sort of break down in the bathroom? I don’t know, man.”

The room went silent again. Steve’s eyes searched for Chrissy’s blue ones, but they were still closed. His chest was burning.

“I have a dead rose on the right side of my chest now,” he said. He could feel Robin’s and Eddie’s eyes on him. “I know Chrissy since we were middle schoolers, and she was one of my best friends. Back when I was an asshole, before Nancy, she was the only one I could be my true self around. I went soft for her. I liked being soft for her. I never noticed.

I always wondered why she never had a mark. Carol and Tommy do. Nancy. Even Jonathan Byers. Robin has a whole bunch. Dustin, Max. Fucking- Billy Hargrove.” He swallowed around the lump in his throat. His chest was burning. “Chrissy never got one. She’s got a dead rose now.” He turned to face Robin. Not the blue eyes he wanted to see, but comforting blue nonetheless. “The only flower I know. Roses are for romantic soulmates, the permanent ones, as cliché as they could be. ”

“I know,” Robin whispered.

“I only got her when she died?” Steve asked, Robin’s blue eyes soft on him. Always soft.

“She’s not dead, Steve. She’ll wake up.”

Steve sighed and looked back at Chrissy in the bed. She almost looked like she was just sleeping. But the lack of pink in her cheeks denounced her. He could only think about red shoes, brave brave Dorothy and her two coward Lions.

At least she had them, now.

Eddie’s leg was still bouncing up-down, up-down, up-down. Robin’s right hand was holding Steve’s left one, and her left one was resting right beside Chrissy’s leg.

She had them, now.

Steve had her, now. It took him way too long, he was almost way too late, but he had her, now. He wouldn’t leave again.

Chrissy’s fingers twitched.

The beeping of the machine went a little faster.

She groaned, a beautiful sound, and her eyes opened slowly as the other three in the room held their breaths.

Blue eyes met Steve’s.

His chest stopped burning.

He could breathe again.

Two years later

Blue eyes met Steve’s.

Soft, always so soft.

“Good morning,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.

She sighed, a beautiful sound.

“Morning, Steve.” His name like a prayer from her mouth.

Her legs intertwined with his, memories of all the other beautiful sounds she made last night and the night before, running through his mind. No barriers between their bodies, between their skins.

“I gotta call Eddie tonight,” she said, voice still slurred from sleep.

“Mm.” Steve looked past her naked shoulder, could see the trees outside the window of the RV, a soft breeze ruffling the leaves. They had to leave camp that night, Chrissy wanted to head south. “Yeah, it’s been a whole day, he must be worried sick.”

She laughed, a beautiful sound, and Steve turned his face back down to look at her again.

Blue eyes met his.

Her charmingly crooked teeth greeting him in a blinding smile. He loved her.

Her skin was warm against him, her hand on top of his chest. A beautiful, fire-red rose under her palm, a delicate golden band sparkling from her ring finger. He smiled at the sight. Traced the fire-red rose on her left ribs that he knew was his.

He had her, now. She had him.

He wouldn’t leave again.

[jordyn-undead]

You're My Butterfly (Sugar Baby)

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[quickiesgirl]

Take Me Backstage - Chrissy Cunningham

Paring: Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Dom/Sub, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Hand Kink, Voice Kink, Light Teasing, Hair Pulling, Pillow Princess!Chrissy.

A/N: Don't mind my shitty writing, haven't written in a while. <3

Corroded Coffin had left the stage with another successful show in the books, and the next band was called out.

The sweetest girl in Hawkins, Chrissy Cunningham, made her way through the crowd, excusing herself politely as she hurried to the front.

She looked upon the small, lifted stage, combing her fingers through her bangs and adjusting her knitted sweater before the next band came out. 

You slung your electric guitar over your shoulder and held the neck tightly, looking down upon the cherry red pickguard that popped with the white backing. 

You took a deep breath before stepping out, waving to the vibrant crowd. Your bandmates proceed to follow behind you and take their positions. The spotlight shines down and sets a warm golden glow over your body as you stand front and center.

You grab the standing microphone, and pull it closer, looking around at your fellow music lovers. Your calloused fingertips press down on their assigned positions, guitar pick strumming over the thickest strings, taking the lead of ‘Like a Bad Girl Should’ by The Cramps.

The drums kicked in along with your rhythm guitarist. You held a low and gritty tone while leaning into the mic and singing the raunchy lyrics. 

“I love your ass for bad or worse, 

I love your nasty way you curse, 

When you sit down, it's wild how you sit, 

Grind your heel in the ground,

the groovy way you spit.”

You spot your beautiful girlfriend in the crowd, being your supportive little cheerleader.

She stands out in her light pink, v-neck sweater with a white, lacy bra slightly showing underneath and a matching short skirt. Her strawberry blonde hair teased, and pulled up into her signature ponytail, bangs bouncy and parted. 

Your worn boots tap along to the beat as you continue to play with her lingering gaze on you, and those pretty, bow-shaped lips and that killer smile on display. 

At the moment, you were blatantly unaware of the ache you were making between her thighs. Her poor pussy was so overwhelmed with your working hands and your sensual-sounding voice in her ears.

The two of you had met through a mutual friend, Eddie Munson. Chrissy had a secret attraction towards rock stars such as Debbie Harry and Joan Jett, and the moment she saw you, she was head over heels.

“Oh, you look good, oh, you smell good, 

Oh, you taste good…” 

You recognize that lustful, glistening look in her eyes, and immediately unveil her little secret. You tilt your head with a side smirk, now singing directly to your beautiful woman in the audience, words sharp as they spill from your mouth. 

“like a bad girl should.” 

You watch the way her hand slides between her breasts and follows along her shoulders to innocently push some strands of hair across her blushing cheeks. 

The performance ends with the final song being ‘Queen of Pain.’ You and your bandmates exit the stage, beaming with satisfaction, and the second you step out of the exclusive back room, Chrissy practically jumps in your arms and gives you the biggest kiss without a care in the world of who was around. 

Chrissy grabs ahold of your hand and begins pulling you towards a more intimate and private corner of the bar. Proceeding to steal the empty wooden stool and watch as she fills the space perfectly between your legs, causing you to sneak glances at her skirt that was riding high up her thighs. The same ones you wish to have squeezed around your head. 

“You sounded amazing up there, baby. I told you the crowd was going to love you guys.” Your girlfriend said sweetly, her words of affirmation making your body grow physically warm to the touch.

You pulled her into your lap and held your hands around her waist. Her pleasant floral scent fills your nose while you sneak a couple of kisses into her inner neck, “Thank you, sweetheart.” 

Chrissy’s eyes widened at the feel of you pressed against her heat and your delicate lips along the sweet spots of her neck and shoulders. A simple action that shows everyone who exactly Chrissy Cunningham belongs to.

Her body grew weak as she struggled to adjust her skirt. At the moment, all she wanted was to ride your thigh and apply some pressure to that neglected clit of hers.

“Oh,” You gasp with surprise, a devilish smirk spreading across your face once you feel her soaking through the material of your blue jeans, “so that's why you were staring.” 

Chrissy's lips curl into a small, blushing smile, muttering softly, “Y-you know I couldn’t help it. You just had that look in your eyes and… the way everyone's attention was on the person, who holds me at night, kisses every inch of my body, and fucks me.” 

Her mouth dropped open in a sudden gasp as she felt your leg begin to bounce against the vinyl flooring, causing her cunt to grind on your thigh. Her fingers seized the fabric of her mini skirt. Struggling to be subtle with her actions around all these people. 

It was a sight to see Chrissy Cunningham, the graduated head cheerleader whom every guy in town had a crush on, was sitting in your lap. Jealousy struck the room. 

You move forward, lightly grazing your lips to her ear, as a smooth, dominant whisper leaves your mouth, “Keep talking like that, and I'll just have to pull you to the back.” 

Those innocent eyes glance over her shoulder and smirk lightly, “No one is stopping you.”

You’d reached the tipping point, and before she knew it, you took her backstage, which was thankfully unoccupied, offering some privacy as you pressed your girlfriend into the wall.

The vibrations from the music runs through each other's bodies as you lean in and take her breath away in a passionate kiss. Tongues gliding together, and bosoms heaving against one another. 

You pull away from her hungry kisses and replace your absence with two digits inside her mouth. The tips of your calloused fingers drag along her tongue while she lets out an almost pornographic moan.

“That's it, baby… Suck on these fingers you love so much.” 

With your spare hand roaming her body, you slip under the material of her skirt and cup her clothed cunt. One of the reasons why you love these skirts is how effortlessly you can get to that wet hole within seconds. 

“8 minutes till they’re wrapped up. That’ll be plenty of time to make you cum, baby. Give you a special backstage treatment. ” 

Her body shivers in your grasp, and her hips buck into the palm of your hand. You hear a disappointed whimper when you release your hold and slowly kneel, hands drifting down her sides. 

“Gonna taste this sweet pussy of yours, ‘kay?”

Chrissy nods instantly, her bottom lip tightly tucked between her teeth, watching you flip material up and peel her underwear down her legs. 

The sweet aroma of her pussy fills your nose as you push forward and curl your tongue, licking along her pink folds. 

You’d never get tired of eating your girlfriend out. You adore watching that pretty face react to every touch from below while you practically devour her cunt. Her juices are the only liquor you crave. 

A soft sigh escapes her mouth, and eyes flutter, struggling to keep themselves open. Her fingers buried in your hair and pushed your face deeper, causing you to chuckle breathily. She was such a pillow princess, and you loved every second of it. 

You squeeze her soft, supple thighs, nails digging into her skin while you hold them apart and drag your tongue through her slit, lapping at her dripping cunt. “god, you taste so fucking good. ” 

Chrissy’s hips rocked into your open mouth, her inner walls clenching around nothing as you continued to overstimulate her. 

“You know- at any minute, we could get caught with my face buried in this needy cunt. You’d like that, mh? To show everyone you’re getting fucked by the guitarist?” 

Your lips part around her throbbing clitoris and suckle while your tongue traces circles, watching her head tossed back and those lustful moans grow louder. 

You loved her sweet noises, and between the sloppy, wet sounds of her pussy to your mouth and her moans, you were getting high off the pleasure. Luckily the music concealed the sounds of sex behind thin walls. 

“B-baby, I-I need your fingers.” She whimpered, her bangs falling across her dazed face while she watched.

“Mhmm, these fingers?” You tease with a cheeky grin and make direct eye contact, circling her entrance with the ones she had in her mouth minutes ago. 

“Y-yes,” she nodded softly before you dip your middle and ring finger inside her, feeling her arousal coat them. 

Your fingers curl upon her upper wall in unison, applying enough pressure that makes her legs tremble while the tip of your tongue plays with her sensitive clitoris. 

“Oh, god, don't stop- please, don't stop!” 

It became too much, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her clenching cunt came undone around your fingers, leaving a ring of milky cum down to your knuckles.

After you slowly pull out. You drag your tongue across your sticky fingers, and lick away her juices, “Fucking delicious...” You winked, causing her cheeks to turn an adorably bright shade of red. 

With a loud pop, you remove your fingers and use them to feel the white laced panties around her ankles, “Mind if I have these as a little keepsake?” 

She bites her bottom lip and nods in approval, slipping out of the soft material while she holds onto your shoulders to maintain her balance. Like when you help her out of a pair of heels after a long night. You proceed to carry her underwear in the pocket of your leather jacket for safekeeping.

Chrissy ignores the feeling of arousal leaking down her inner thigh as she flattens her skirt and takes your arm before stepping out with you, side by side. 

From now on, your girlfriend's panties are a “good luck charm” you bring on stage. She loves slipping her cum soaked panties in your pocket before you walk out. 

[eds6ngel]

physical connection ⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖°

chrissy cunningham x afab!reader

summary: chrissy is feeling desperate, and you have no choice but to help out your sweet girl.

warnings: SMUT!! afab!reader (mentions they have a vagina.) gender not specified, but chrissy calls r ‘pretty.’ kissing. hickeys. scissoring. r wears boxers. pet names (lovely, baby, honey.) established relationship. fluff. basically very soft and loving smut. [0.9k].

She looked so pretty like this.

You were softly kissing along Chrissy’s jaw and neck, leaving sweet hickeys upon her delicate skin. She was moaning so incredibly quietly into your ear, not wanting her parents to hear the two of you.

“Baby?” she whispers, looking up at you with those beautiful doe eyes.

“Yes, my love?”

“Pussy hurts. Need to feel you…” she whines, her bottom lip almost trembling from the lack of stimulation.

“Yeah? My baby need some help? Is her clit all swollen for me?”

She nods furiously, pursing her lips, tears threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes.

“Want me to take you or do you need to control yourself, honey?”

She hums softly, “Want you to take me, please.”

“Yeah?” you question with a slight smirk, trailing kisses up the left side of her face, “Want my pussy to make love to yours? So beautiful baby with those manners.”

“Mhmm,” she mewls, “T-Thank you, lovely. Wanna be your polite girl.”

“You always are, baby. Such a polite girl for me.”

You slowly press kisses down the centre of her neck, trailing down the crease of her small breasts and to her stomach. You worshipped every single inch of her. You could spend all day just loving and doting on her in this way. She was way too beautiful to resist.

“Legs up, baby. Don’t wanna ruin these pretty panties.”

She follows your command and lifts her legs up in the air, you delicately pulling the pink, lacy underwear from her and dropping them to the floor.

Her pussy is always so neatly shaved. Her pubes slightly stubbly from where she had shaved the night before, always confirming to you that she was hoping you would make love to her. What a sweet girl.

“Already so wet for me, honey. Don’t even need to warm you up. Gonna be able to rub against you so nicely.” Her body was the most gorgeous thing you’d ever laid eyes on. Nothing had beaten it in the year you’d been dating. And you were certain that nothing ever would.

“Get wet so easily for you,” she whines in frustration, “Can’t help it when you look that pretty.”

You gently chuckle, “Thank you, baby. And trust me, I’m not complaining. Love seeing you so worked up for me.”

You slowly slide your boxer shorts off, climbing on top of Chrissy, wrapping yourself around her right leg, knowing she prefers that position.

You look over to her for confirmation, to which she simply nods, your hips beginning to do the work for you as they slide over her pussy.

With long and slow strokes, Chrissy is letting out faint whines and moans, enjoying the feeling of your bodies together. She loved having that physical connection with you. It felt as if you were one.

You kiss tenderly over the top of her knee, giving it the utmost attention since you couldn’t access much of her body, gripping tightly onto her hand with the other.

“Such pretty sounds. They all for me, baby?”

“All yours. Always yours,” she rambles, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

You took this as your cue to speed up, holding tightly onto her knee to set a steady rhythm. “You’re mine too, pretty girl. Will never need another girl’s pussy when yours is the most perfect one on this Earth. So, so good for me. Jesus—”

You couldn’t hold the dominant attitude up once you felt her delicate hips start bucking up into yours. It was evident she was getting closer, the two of you speeding up the pace as you climbed towards your peaks.

“Honey, I’m gonna cum soon,” she moans out, her eyes brimming with tears. Your sweet girl was never in pain, she would tell you if she was. She always teared up when she was nearing her peak, the overwhelming stimulation becoming too much for her brain to handle.

“Yeah? Cum for me and I’ll follow after you, okay? Need to feel you fall apart against me, pretty girl. Doing so, so incredibly well for me. Always do.” You knew praise got to her, and you could feel it as she whined and bucked up harshly into your pussy.

“Let go, baby. You’re safe with me, my pretty angel. Gonna feel so good against me, make me cum so hard for you.”

And with that, her legs began to tremble, her mouth falling open as her breath hitched, before a long drawn-out whine escapes her throat. Her legs fight against your own as they involuntarily try to push inwards, your hips keeping them stable as you feel her juices leak onto your pussy. Your eyes squeeze shut tightly, mouth biting gently on her knee as you groan, stilling as you let the tidal waves wash over you. Feeling her leak against you always made you cum. Knowing that she was cumming because of you always made you fall over the edge.

Once you both come down from your highs, you remove yourself from Chrissy’s leg, leaning over her entire body to press a few tender kisses to her lips, before lying your head on her chest.

“Thank you, baby. I love you,” you whisper out between pants, planting a kiss on her collarbone before closing your eyes, Chrissy mumbling a soft “I love you too” before the both of you fall into a deep, peaceful slumber.

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[arislore]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆.˚જ⁀➴ Baking With Chrissy Cunningham

Pairing: Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Chrissy decide to make some treats for yourself and your friends.

One day, you guys decide to bake together as a date. You two have only been together for a few months, so you figured it would be a good way to get to know some little things about each other. How she functions in the kitchen, if you two can work together to get something finished, who’s more likely to take the lead when one of you gets stuck, and so on and so forth.

She brings the fruits and icings and decoration pieces, and you bring the ingredients for the pastries and cookies.

You guys decide to do apple pie first. You start peeling and cubing the apples while she starts working on the pastry. Her fingers look beautiful covered in flour, and all you want to do is hold and kiss her hand.

But you keep working on the apples, because you know that if you start being affectionate, neither of you will get anything done. You already promised Nancy a plate of cookies.

Once the pie crust and filling are ready, you start discussing how to do the top. Should it be just a sheet of pastry with a few holes? Should it be latticework? Should there be a design?

The two of you decide on latticework, and Chrissy says she wants to do it. She shoos you away from the counter and tells you to start working on one of the cookie mixes while she finishes the pie.

And you do. You get together the eggs, the oils, and the dry ingredients and start mixing them together. By the time you’re ready to shape the dough, Chrissy throws her hands in the air and excitedly tells you that she’s done.

You admire the braided pastry with a big smile on your face. “It looks so good, babe. Do you think it’s ready to go in the oven?”

While the pie bakes, you two start shaping the cookies. You decide on hearts, because they’re cute and you can turn them into conversation hearts (even though Valentine’s Day is several months away…).

When everything is out of the oven, cooled, and decorated, you separate some cookies from the rest for your friends, and put five on a plate. You move into the living room with Chrissy and put on her favorite movie, The Breakfast Club, and hold her while the two of you eat cookies.

She falls asleep in your arms, and all you can think about is how lucky you are that she chose you.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: i created the collage. @saradika created the dividers.

[rose-n-gunses]

life moves too slowly (to hold you down)

Chrissy often felt like she was an actress playing one long game of Yes, And, just going along with whatever people asked of her. Going to Indiana State has been a yes, and? So had moving in with Jason, which opened up a whole new can of things she knew she would wind up agreeing to.

Calling Nancy back the day after Thanksgiving had been the first time since she could remember that Chrissy had said yes to something big that she wanted. Even though it was a quiet yes, undetectable to those directing the stageplay of her life until she completely flipped the script by actually leaving, it was her yes.

OR

Chrissy has an unexpected run-in with an old friend on her way to start a new life.

[puppy-coded]

True Love{C.C.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: small murder mention

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Chrissy Cunningham x reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 800 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Chrissy confesses her undying love for you

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: This is just me wanting to date lol, this is what I want in a partner <3 also haven't written for chrissy in a while and wanted to complain abt dating also written while i was(mostly) in a bad mood lol

You entered your apartment and slammed the door. Gods you hated life.

Not even for a good reason... at least, that's what you've told yourself.

All you had was another thing on your list of "don't"s and another reason to hate dating. Why is trying to find true love so hard?

"What's wrong?" Chrissy asked from her spot on the couch, not looking up from her newest embroidery project.

"Nothing." You huffed, flopping on the couch next to her and crossing your arms.

"Our poor door frame says otherwise babes." She joked, finally looking at you sitting next to her. "What's wrong? I wanna help." She offered sincerely.

"Love is worthless." You complained, laying your head in Chrissy's lap dramatically.

"What?"

"I'm just mad about a bad date." You explained, turning onto your back to stare up at the pretty blonde. "She said she wasn't really looking for anything serious, which, fine but it's not what I'm looking for."

Chrissy smiled softly at you and stroked your cheek as she talked. "Well... What are you looking for?"

"True love."

"What?" She asked again, puzzled by your answer.

"I want someone to be my... soulmate." You said dreamily. "I know it sounds stupid but I want someone to love me. I want marriage. I want someone to wake up and tell me I'm beautiful even with my morning breath and frizzy hair. If true love doesn't exist then what hope do I have?" You rambled, getting more and more frantic with each word.

Chrissy rubbed her thumb across your cheek and spoke softly. "Hey, you need to calm down, okay?"

"I hate online dating. I want the meet-cutes. I want the coffee dates and... and the lazy library browses. I eventually want a family even! I want to find my soulmate but either they don't exist or mine's in fuckin' Iceland or some shit." You ranted angrily, sitting up abruptly in the middle of it and almost hitting Chrissy in the chin.

Chrissy looked worried for you but still sat to look at you. "I promise you, true love exists. You'll find 'the one' someday. Just breathe alright?" She asked. "I need you to calm down. For me please?" She practically begged.

"But like," You started again after a deep breath. "I've only been rejected by two people. What if there's more. What if, one day, it's too much? What- What if my heart can't take it after the millionth rejection?" You asked, tilting your head back against the couch so you don't cry in front of Chrissy.

"Well, I think if you maybe looked in front of you then you'd find what you were looking for." Chrissy mumbled, picking up her embroidery again. She had an angry expression and was stabbing at her project like it had murdered her family.

"What are you even talking about?" You asked, looking at her like she'd gone crazy.

She sighed and shook her head, staring at the pink flowers she was working on. "You ever notice the little things?"

"That... you do for... me?" You asked slowly, hoping you'd guess correctly. But really, you'd watched enough rom-coms to be hopeful.

"Yeah. Like how I learned to make your favorite coffee. Or how I randomly bring home fancy books for you, or flowers on really bad days. Or that one time when it rained and we watched movies in a blanket fort because we both knew if it stormed you'd freak out. I even know your favorite candy are M&Ms." She listed with a small, humorless chuckle. "I'm into you. Hell, I think I'm in love with you. I want you to be my soulmate." She admitted, looking into your eyes at the last part.

You blinked, shocked by Chrissy's admission. "Really?"

"Really." She sniffed. "I'll always be with you. Tell you you're beautiful every day. Quench every craving. Give you everything you could ever want because I'm in love with you Angel." Chrissy smiled tearfully as she grabbed your hands. "I just never... verbalized it before. I was still trying to tell myself this was a friend crush." She said before letting go of your hands and putting her own in her lap.

"I... I think I know why I haven't clicked with anyone Chris."

"Why?"

You stared at her as realization dawned on you. "Because I think I was secretly hoping they'd all... be like you."