#grace van dien x reader

[keptlike-anoath]

dating grace van dien !

“you always make me happy”

[redroses07]

the definition of bisexual panic.

(so so happy for them btw)

[ediewentmissing]

NEW BTS

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N walks into the lab…

Y/N: Reed can you make me some fireproof clothing?

Reed: why? Can’t stand getting close to Jane?

Y/N: no the opposite

Reed: huh?

Y/N: she keeps burning my clothing on purpose

Jane walks thru and gives Y/N a sly wink…

Jane: see you tonight hot stuff

For @jacelion

[whataghostlyscenee]

me personally i will never get over this

[fandomnerd9602]

Jane Storm x Male Sunspot/Golden Boy Reader

Jane and the reader have the same powers. She have a makeout session that lights up the whole room on fire

Reed extinguishes the last of the flames…

Sue: you’re both reckless

Reed: your combined heat could’ve destroyed the whole building!

Y/N: sorry

Jane: can you blame me? Y/N is so hot!

Y/N: not as hot as you babe

Reed: no funny business until I can synthesize a fireproof room system

Jane: I make no promises

[quinnysnursery]

[🦇] do you wanna grow together? | johnnie guilbert and grace van dien one-shot

paring : little!johnnie guilbert x cg!grace van dien

summary : johnnie opens up to grace about his coping mechanism

warning/extra tid-bits : language, talk of growing up with bad parents, bit of a tantrum at the end but it's handled well!!

word count : 2,487

divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 (lace from @saradika-graphics)

a/n : i'm aware this song doesn't perfectly fit the vibes but in my heart it does!! i love brye's music idc if it's "tiktok music" (sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl!) also this is not proof read at all

Johnnie’s hand shook as Jake pulled up to Grace’s house. “This it?” The punk asked, leaning down to get a better look at the house in front of him. 

It was nicer than Jake, Johnnie and Carrington’s place, the first time Johnnie saw it he briefly wondered just how much Grace’s role on Stranger Things paid. 

“Yeah, this is it.” Johnnie’s leg bounced up and down anxiously, earning a sympathy glance from the punk next to him. “Hey,” Jake started, turning his attention to his friend. 

“It’s gonna be okay. She’s a nice girl, right?” Jake made sure to look Johnnie in the eyes when he asked him this, “Yeah, she’s…awesome.” Johnnie smiled to himself, realizing just how lucky he was. 

Grace was beautiful, but that wasn’t the reason Johnnie fell in love with her. He fell in love with Grace because she’d noticed him in the corner of a party, alone and to himself- like always- and came right up with that bubbly smile and asked what he was drinking.

He fell in love with Grace because she’d never once been unkind to him.

“Then I’m sure this’ll go fine.” His roommate assured him, placing a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. “And if it doesn’t, you’ll always have me and Carrington.” 

Johnnie let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. “Yeah, yeah you’re right.” He nodded, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“D’you want me to wait outside?” The red-haired man asked, earning a head shake from Johnnie. “Just uh- keep your phone near.” The emo man told him, earning a nod from his roommate. “Okay, good luck.” Jake smiled, unlocking the doors to his Tesla.

It didn’t take Johnnie long to get out of the car and make his way to his girlfriend’s front door. He could hear the sounds of Jake’s tires pulling out the driveway and down the street.

Just him and Grace.

That was fine, he’d stayed the night plenty of times. He even spent the weekend at her house once! It was fine.

Everything was fine. 

In one swift motion, the large front door swung open revealing the blonde girl that Johnnie was here to see. “Johnnie!” Her perfume hit him in the face in the best way possible, instantly easing his nerves. Grace was good at that, somehow.

“Hey!” He smiled brightly, instantly leaning down and allowing her to hug him. Grace pulled away after a few moments, smiling brightly at her boyfriend. “Well come in!” She beamed before grabbing his tattooed hand and pulling her inside, letting the door automatically lock behind her. 

“Are you thirsty? Hungry? We could order something!” She instantly jumped into conversation about things they could do whilst in each other’s presence.

“Um-“ Johnnie gulped down the lump in his throat, his hands shaking as he glanced around his girlfriend’s extravagant kitchen. “I uh- was actually hoping I could talk to you about…something.” Johnnie avoided eye contact with the blonde woman, opting to stare down at his boots.

“Oh..” Grace’s face fell, fear punching her in the gut. “Okay, we can talk.” She sat down at the kitchen island, Johnnie sitting across from her. 

Both Johnnie and Grace’s legs bounced anxiously as they waited for someone to break the silence. Johnnie was wracking his brain for the script he’d made at three AM this morning- when he’d decided that he had to tell Grace about his regression.

It wasn’t an easy decision by any means, the emo man had only told four people in his entire life. It dawned on him in the early morning hours that he wanted Grace to stay in his life for awhile- forever, preferably. It also dawned on him that that meant opening up about the most sacred part of himself…which was terrifying.

“Are you breaking up with me?” Grace’s voice snapped him back to reality. “What?!” Johnnie’s eyes widened, realizing his girlfriend’s blue eyes were glossing over. “No! Oh my god- No! Never!” Johnnie quickly cupped Grace’s hand with his tatted one.

“Oh thank god.” Grace breathed, placing her free hand over her heart as she let out a shaky breath. “You scared me!” She whined, a giggle following her lips.

“I’m sorry, I-” Johnnie’s brain blanked again, what was he supposed to say? 

“I don’t want to break up with you! I just need you to know that I mentally regress to a toddler because my teen years were ruined!!” That wasn’t right, it couldn’t be right. 

“What’s going on? You’re shaky,” The blonde woman frowned sympathetically, tracing her fingers along his crow tattoo. “More than normal.” She joked, earning a breathy laugh from her boyfriend. “I uhm…shit this is hard,” He laughed, Grace smiled sympathetically. 

Johnnie took one final deep breath, “So y’know about MDE and that shit, right?” He asked. Grace instantly nodded, leaning in to show she was actively listening. 

“I was like, really young, when that all started which- fuckin’ sucked.” Johnnie laughed- it wasn’t funny, but it helped his nerves. The blonde woman nodded and rubbed her thumb along the back of Johnnie’s hand, allowing her boyfriend to continue on.

“And uh- I kinda missed out on a ton of shit that kids got to do, even before moving to Nebraska.” He added, “So,” Johnnie gulped down the bundle of nerves that was creeping up on him. 

“So, I found this uh- this coping mechanism, a couple years ago.” 

Okay. She wasn’t freaking out yet, that was a good sign. 

“It’s called age regression, have you…have you heard of it?” He asked, glancing up to meet Grace’s eyes. Grace thought for a moment before shaking her head, Johnnie didn’t know if that was for the better or for the worst.

“Okay- that’s okay.” He assured, smiling warmly at his girlfriend. “It’s this coping mechanism where the regressor-” Johnnie was cut off, “Is that you?” Grace asked, earning a nod. 

“Yeah, that…that would be me.” The emo man admitted, an embarrassed blush dusting his cheeks. Grace nodded, readjusting in her seat. “The regressor reverts to a child-like mindset, in order to cope with stress…mental health, it um- it can be both voluntary and involuntary.” Once Johnnie was finished with his words, he brought his freehand up to his mouth- chewing on the skin around his nail in order to self-soothe.

Grace processed what her boyfriend had told her before speaking, “And you do this?” She inquired, earning a cautious nod. “Okay, thank you for telling me.” The blonde smiled, “I’m really proud of you, ‘s probably not an easy thing to tell people.” She added.

Johnnie blinked at his girlfriend in surprise. Was that it? Was she mad? She didn’t sound mad, and Grace was still holding his hand so she couldn’t be mad…right?

“Uhm- sometimes regressors- littles, that’s…that’s another name for them- sometimes littles have caregivers and-” Johnnie was cut off once again, “Is that me?” Grace asked excitedly. Johnnie couldn’t help but smile at her tone, delightfully surprised.

“I mean- it could be, but I don’t want you to feel forced into that role at all!” Johnnie quickly stated, he was just fine on his own but if Grace really wanted to help…he wouldn’t mind having her take on a caring role.

Grace thought for a moment, now dealing with her own internal battle. She didn’t have the best upbringing. Sure, being a nepo-baby meant she got whatever she wanted whenever she wanted…but that didn’t make her family issues any better. Her father was the best dad he could be, but her mom…wasn’t the best parent.

Grace had spent her entire childhood worrying about her mothers addictive habits. It was hell, something no child should ever have to deal with.

“I’m not sure I’d be very good,” She admitted softly, her heart breaking as she saw her boyfriend’s smile falter. “I mean- I just…I don’t want to taint your age regression by messing up, y’know?” She explained, earning a soft nod from Johnnie. Silence fell over the room as both parties thought silently, pondering the next step.

“...I think you’d be a really good caregiver.” Johnnie said softly, Grace felt her heart swell. “Really?” She asked, a wide grin spreading over her face. He nodded, “You’re patient, and…gentle and…you already make me happy.”

Grace placed her free hand on her heart once again, this time to signal just how much Johnnie’s words meant to her. “I’ve never had a caregiver,” He admitted, much to Grace’s surprise.

“Really? Not even Jake?” She asked, knowing how close both the boys were. “He knows but he’s not my caregiver.” He explained. Grace hummed, understanding.

“...Maybe we could learn together?” She offered, peaking Johnnie’s interest. The black-haired man tilted his head, urging her to continue. “Like- you could learn to have a caregiver and I could learn how to be one.” She smiled, earning an enthusiastic agreement from Johnnie. 

“Okay…let’s learn together.”

A few weeks later, Johnnie found himself at Grace’s doorstep again. This time though, he had a backpack resting over one shoulder- filled to the brim with his regression supplies.

Toys, a sippy cup, various different coloring books (with crayons, of course) and even a deco-paci that Carrington had gifted him after learning of Johnnie’s regression.

Needless to say, Johnnie overpacked for an overnight stay but…he couldn’t help it! He was nervous!

“Johnnie!” Grace beamed, swinging her front door open and instantly latching herself onto her boyfriend. Johnnie let out the breath he’d been holding in, melting into the blonde’s arms.

 After soaking in the hug for a few moments, Grace pulled back and immediately began tugging Johnnie inside by his hand.

 “Come in! Look what I did!” The girl smiled, once again letting the door shut and lock once the two were inside. Johnnie nearly tripped over himself with how fast his girlfriend was dragging him to her living room, but once he saw exactly what she was so excited about he couldn’t help but smile.

Grace had made a fort that spanned the entire size of her living room, “I hope this ‘s okay, I loved forts as a kid so I just thought-” She was cut off by her boyfriend letting out an excited hum and bouncing excitedly.

Grace blinked in surprise, in the months she’d known Johnnie he had never done that. She didn’t dislike it, though. If anything, Grace found it adorable.

“Cece help ‘e?” Johnnie asked, tugging on Grace’s shirt gently with hopeful eyes. 

Cece.

Grace smiled softly, “Help with what, sweetheart?” She asked, surprising herself with her own tone. It was soft, gentler than her typical one- she hadn’t realized that was possible until now. 

“Shoes!” He smiled, gently placing his backpack on the floor, beginning to tug at his boots. Grace quickly moved his backpack into the fort before crouching in front of the regressed man to help him get his boots off. 

“So you like it?” She asked hopefully, earning a firm nod from Johnnie. “Uh-huh!” 

“We go in?” Johnnie asked softly, pointing at the entrance of the fort. Grace thought for a moment, “Have you eaten?” She asked, not wanting Johnnie to be hungry. 

Johnnie nodded, humming out small “mmhm!”.

“Jayjay made ‘e nuggets.” He smiled proudly, Grace nodded. “Okay, then yeah! Let’s go in!” She agreed, lifting up the blanket to allow Johnnie to crawl in- following him after.

Johnnie gaped at the interior of the fort, multiple twinkling fairy lights hung around. “Staw’s!” He smiled, looking towards Grace with eyes full of childlike wonder.

Grace knew at that moment that, even if she didn’t know how to be a caregiver, there wasn’t anything in this world that would stop her from learning.

“Yeah baby! Stars!” She encouraged, her heart melting into a pile of goop as Johnnie curled up next to her. “Do you wanna watch a movie, baby?” She asked, “Cow’pse Bw’ide?!” The little questioned, excitedly.

“Sure, hun.” Grace smiled, nodding. She quickly grabbed the TV remote off of her couch, scrolling to find the correct movie. The blonde woman wrapped her arm around the little, a coo slipping from her lips as Johnnie rested his head on her shoulder. 

Johnnie whined, tired tears threatening to spill from his icy blue eyes. Grace let out a gentle sigh, “Baby, you're tired.” She tried explaining, but the little one was having none of it. He’d dozed off halfway through the movie, only to wake up still exhausted. The only issue was, Johnnie refused to settle back down.

“M’ not!” He sniffled, despite rubbing his eye with his fist immediately after. Grace took a moment to think about what her parents would’ve done. With her dad’s job, it was rare that parenting was left up to him but her mom probably would’ve left her to cry it out in her room alone. It only ever made her feelings intensify, leading to more frustrated tears.

Grace wouldn’t do that to Johnnie, she couldn’t. The blonde woman took a deep breath before meeting Johnnie’s eyes again, “Can you look at Cece?” She asked gently. 

Johnnie whined, shaking his head and diverting his gaze. “Baby, please?” She cooed, reaching out and brushing Johnnie’s hair away from his eyes. The little begrudgingly met his caregiver’s eyes, “I can tell you're really flustered right now, huh?” She asked, receiving a sniffly nod from the pale man.

“Okay! Hey, that’s okay.” She reassured, thinking about what she needed to hear as a child. “Can you tell Cece why?” She questioned, “Don’ wanna ‘eep!” Johnnie shouted, wobbly lip breaking Grace’s heart.

“Can we try using softer voices?” Grace asked, quoting a gentle-parenting tiktok she’d seen whilst lying in bed awake last night- terrified she’d ruin Johnnie’s regression. She wanted to make sure she was as prepared as possible, and thank god she did.

Johnnie’s lip wobbled, but he nodded. “Sorry, Cece.” He apologized. “That’s okay baby, I know you didn’t mean it.” Grace comforted, pulling the little into a hug after asking permission.

“M’ still wanna color wif’ Cece…” Johnnie admitted through tired tears, “Oh buddy…” The woman cooed, looking down at the little in her arms. “We can still color, I just think you need a nap before we do.” She giggled, resulting in a small smile forming on Johnnie’s face.

“Cece wake ‘e up?” He asked hopefully, earning a quick nod from Grace. “Yeah, I’ll wake you up in…thirty minutes, okay?” She offered. Johnnie thought for a moment before nodding and snuggling back into Grace’s arms.

“Get some rest, I expect to see how talented you are at colorin’.” The blonde joked, earning a smiley laugh from the man in her arms. “Night night, Cece.” Johnnie yawned, eyes already drooping. 

“Night night, sweet boy.” She kissed the top of Johnnie’s head, allowing herself to relax.

She was confident she had Johnnie, and Johnnie was confident that Grace had him. They’d grow together.

taglist !! :

@babybatxxx @mattssturnz @littlestar44 @graceslittlecorner @zivall @hrtz4alex2211 @bimbob1tch @sturnsxplr-25 @cherry-red-heart @pr3ttyf4wn @frlinbruh @jazminepetit-homme @raynaaxx @tyummyz

(also tagging @nicksbestie and @salemscene since i said i would SO long ago i'm so sorry it took forever😖)

[ladyapplejackdnd]

I ....l have no words like I have had this happen to me before but I also came up with a second part in my head to this one-shot by @munson-blurbs where basically Eddie finally confesses to Chrissy cause he has heard that her and Jason has broken up and she tells him that she's probably see him as a close friend or like a brother to her and also tells him like "what about your girlfriend?" And his like "Girlfriend... what girlfriend I don't have one.? and she basically talks about how she thought him and y/n seemed like Gf and Bf and with all the stuff y/n has mentioned in this (the story above) but he's like nooo she just my best friend and mean while y/n has been avoiding hellfire club (not Gareth cause he was the only one that noice that she was never there just everyone else especially Eddie) and after a while everyone starts getting worried over where she is and if shes mad at them for some reason but eventually she comes back and everyone is happy to see her back but she seems different and they see that like how close she was with Eddie is now how close she was with Gareth (not as close but the fact she seeked comfort from Gareth and not Eddie seems unusual) and that she's distance herself and hangs around Gareth more often then Eddie and it frustrates him and eventually he finds y/n on her own and he asks "Did I do something?" And she's like what? Cause he caught her off guard and he repeats himself and she tries to play it off like '....I don't know what your talking about." And after getting no where talking with her she finally escape the conversation and he goes to Gareth to see if he knows what he did wrong And Gareth tells Eddie that now he knows how y/n feels and Eddie like what do you mean? and Gareth is gets mad and say "man....for a guy who's I thought was really smart you sound like such a dumbass right now. And he tells Eddie without telling Eddie that she had feelings for him and he stumped cause he didn't think until now that she liked him like that and he at first feels terrible about it and then feels determined to get back on her good side with many different ways all but failing until eventually she starts hanging out with him again more one on one's with him and he loves that he has her back in his life and finally feels like almost everything is back to normal but she still doesn't do those things she did with him before and he starts to get upset every time she mentioned Gareth and he talks to Jeff , Doug, Argyle or all three all about how he feels and they says (Jeff) Eddy it sound like your jealous.(Doug) Yeah man. or (Argyle) man...it's sound to me that your in love brochacho. Once that happens he takes sometime to processes that he might actually like y/n and cause you know he still kinda of denying that he likes y/n and after finally facing the fact that he likes y/n he then start doing the stuff that y/n did with him and (if you need a reminder look that the story above this) after a hellfire club dnd section everyone see y/n and Gareth like talking in a corner and being all secretive about something and everyone asks what their talking about after y/n and Gareth quietly argue about if they should really tell them or what eventually telling them that they are together and Eddie's like "Oh...thats..that's great fantastic even for you guys." trying to seem alright when in reality his whole world is coming down and he doesn't know what to do but he then turns to Jeff or Doug or both of them looking at him like he/they feels bad for him and now he truly feels how she felt all those months back when she used to have feelings for him.

This semi story (if you want to call this that)was based off of the Sting of truth written by @munson-blurbs its a greatly written one-shot I recommend reading

[manic-eddie]

obviously they are still very much alive and not dead hahahaha 😁😤😭🫠🥴🤕💞

[thebattleofstarcourt]

between grace van dien’s post and @funsonmunson-again-deactivated2 deactivating (2nd biggest loss for eddie fandom since he d worded) it’s very clear that this specific bubble of st fandom needs a STRONG morality check.

no matter if ur 13 or 31 u know better than to spew hateful shit like that. it’s genuinely embarrassing to watch and it causes actual detriment !!! pls for the love of god get a fucking grip. u run stranger things fan accounts. u r not cool. no need to act like u have a higher ground to stand on when everyone on here is equally as loserish as the next!

[littlesadsailor]

Dating chrissy cunningham <3

i cant stop myself from making more chrissy boards i just love her

[yelenabemylova]

SUPERSTAR - A MAYA HAWKE X READER AU

despite all the fangirls maya has, the only one she'll ever care for is you. a story of oblivion and friendship between co-stars, but will it end with anything beyond??

CHAPTERS

ONE-SHOTS/DRABBLES/EXTRA CONTENT

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

[cainache]

dead end (i’m so sick of this, but this is it for me) ♱ eddie munson

This is the type of quiet that takes place after the gut wrenching plot twisting moment in a movie that will stay with you days after. It fucks you. You feel quite fucked right now. You can hear your own heart beat, you can hear his. You can hear his cry like he’s the hurting one.

Your head tilts the smallest amount, and the red staining your skin lays more. The sudden gash at your eyebrow bleeds more. You move before your next blink, heavy hands snatching at your heavy coat. He panics behind you. “Y/n,” you don’t give it attention. He doesn’t try to stop you again, maybe because he knows you’ll come back.

Where else could you go?

The October air is colder than you thought. It nips at your cheeks and your nose. The door slams ever so loudly behind you as you descend the three stone steps. When your untied shoes hit the damp grass, hands shoved into the thick pockets, you stare up at his trailer and the tears weld like the dam had finally broken.

You don’t understand how you got here.

You don’t remember how high school led you here. You’d been a cheerleader. Track. Vice President of your class. And that all goes away when a basketball boy taste you for the first time. They stick like glue in traps. They lure you in and bite.

He use to be sweet. Caring. Soft. But the fall after high school does things to people who thought they would be something because teenagers made them feel powerful. He never thought he wouldn’t be able to afford college after high school; he never thought he’d have to be working in a mechanic shop everyday with people he hated in high school.

You on the other hand: you don’t mind the diner shifts or the college classes here. You don’t mind it at all, but he hates it all. And if he hates it, you have to hate it too. He shoves the hate down your throat until you’re choking and bleeding on it.

But your momentarily staring at hell comes to stop at another door opening and closing. It’s not as loud as yours was. Your glassy eyes follow the noise and if your heart couldn’t drop anymore, it does.

He stands there, ruly hair pulled up into a pretty messy bun. Strains of curls frame his face. His arms are decorated in tattoos, many more since high school. He looks taller, more toned. You can tell his arms have increased in muscle. He has hand tattoos now. And yet, he still doesn’t look scary, but maybe that’s because he’s never scared you.

What scares you is the child on his hip.

She looks at least three years old. Her hair is a light strawberry blonde color, her eyes are light, and she has his nose and lips. And possibly his personality.

Their voices finally come in.

Her small voice is so pretty it makes you sick with envy. “M’kitties?” He smiles down at the little girl, “you can’t touch them, trouble. They look mean.” The small girl seems to make a noise of disappointment, her head lolling into his neck and she stays there. With her attention gone he practically jogs down their two stone steps, in route to his car but he pauses at the feel of eyes. He meets your gaze and you can’t pull away. You know he’s staring at your bloody face and you wonder if he remembers you. The cheerleader and her biggest secret; a rockstar that everyone called a freak.

He’s still a rockstar. You know that much.

You’re the freak now, it seems. Funny how that all works.

Weirdly enough, you still don’t look away, and neither does he.

Your keys are puncturing your palm in your pocket but you barely feel it as you stare. His lips start to part, as if he wants to say something but he stops as a door creaks behind him. And suddenly all chaos breaks out a trailer down from you.

The little girl shoots up at the sound, causing her head to go flying up into his chin. He winces as his head knocks back, and surprisingly to you the little girl doesn’t cry. She just gasps, like the hit hadn’t affected her. She’s staring at the soul coming from their trailer. “Mommy!”

The word makes you nearly gag.

Your eyes follow the little girls, and you nearly gasp at the shorter woman like you. She beams at the little girl, “hey there, pretty thing!” Her frame is swallowed in a band tee, baggy jeans adore her legs, with pink shoes despite the dark shirt she wears. Her hair is strawberry blonde, and she is Chrissy Cunningham. A girl that use to be a close friend in high school.

The strawberry blonde squeezes her daughters cheek, and she all but melts as she meets Eddie Munson’s eyes. A hand of his comes up to her face, thumb gently dragging over her skin. When their lips touch you feel like the blood on your face has seeped into your throat. It is choking you.

You hear the little girl giggle, then you hear Chrissy, and then you hear Eddie laugh more heavily.

You wanted that. But it was never going to happen.

The quiet of terror hits you again as your trailer door opens, he stands their in the warm light and he still looks so mean. Your blood runs cold. He has a wet cloth in his hand, his hand with bruised knuckles. “It’s cold. Are you coming inside.”

He’s been watching you watch your past.

You look back at your car, and then look back at him. He smiles gently and it makes you angry. “I’m sorry, Y/n. You know I am.”

A hand leaves your pocket and it itches at your face, the side that isn’t bleeding. Your hair falls around you like a curtain of shame, your feet start to move towards the trailer. Your tears mix with red.

You’ve been at a dead end for years. It’s one you can’t get out of.

The door closes behind you and you’ve forgotten what life use to be like again. You’ve fallen back in.

Eddie just watches your closing door, and the viscous looking man reel you in.

Eddie let’s the little girl be taken from his hands as Chrissy moved towards their car. Not a van, an actual car. Chrissy buckled her in and Eddie doesn’t move, just staring at your trailer.

He wonders why you looks so familiar.

Guess you were right, he doesn’t remember his high school years either. But that’s a good thing for him, not so much you. Clearly.

[rebelrobin86]

Easter

(Chrissy Cunningham x Reader)

"Happy Easter!!"

You smiled excitedly at Chrissy who's smile faded and the cheery girl felt almost unrecognisable in that moment.

"Oh, yeah, Happy Easter Y/N."

You gave Chrissy an Easter Egg. She looked at the chocolate egg before putting it down on the table.

"Oh no, you shouldn't. I didn't get anything for you. I forgot it was Easter today."

"It's okay, I still want you to have it."

"That's nice, thank you. I should go."

You didn't know why Chrissy was sad or wanted to leave, but you wanted to help her and you felt guilty for her sudden change in mood.

"I'm sorry please don't go, did I do something wrong?"

Chrissy's response was still flat, while faking a smile.

"It's not you. We never really did Easter, I couldn't imagine eating a chocolate egg that big and still fitting in my cheerleading uniform."

You saw tears gloss Chrissy's eyes, worried she might cry you hugged her tight, then held her hands and looked at her.

"Chrissy please." You spoke softly. "I promise you, you'll always be beautiful no matter what size you are."

Chrissy smiled, not sure how you had so much unconditional love for her, that she wished she had for herself.

"You don't have to eat the chocolate, but it's so good and it really won't change anything. You can even just eat a little bit, you don't have to have the whole thing."

Chrissy giggled at you rambling about the chocolate egg. "Can we share it? The chocolate."

"Of course. I love you Chrissy."

"I love you too Y/N."

Chrissy wrapped her arms around your neck and you wrapped your arms around her waist. Chrissy kissed you and you kissed her back.

Later that day. You were both cuddled on the couch, watching a movie and happily eating the chocolate, Easter egg you were sharing.

[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."

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