#so does chrissy

[staceymcgillicuddy]

two jack trippers and a chrissy

Rating: E  Pairing: Eddie Munson/Chrissy Cunningham/Steve Harrington (and all combinations therein) Status: Completed Kinks: Dom Chrissy, sub Steve, sub Eddie, polyamory negotiations, loads of sexy nonsense, three ridiculous freaks figuring it out. Oh, and the tiniest hint of puppy play.

Preview:

“You’re dripping on the rug,” Chrissy informs Eddie, whose wet curls hang halfway down his back. “You took my towel.” “Life’s tough, cookie. Look at Steve, being so patient.” Eddie's face twists like he sucked on a lemon. He hates when she compares them. One would think it might make him more inclined to behave, but his petulance remains an issue. Not that she minds adjusting that attitude.

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My third and final kinkmeme fill, answering the prompt:

There's nothing - nothing - in this world Chrissy loves as much as taking care of her boys. Or, Chrissy, Steve, and Eddie are in a polyamorous D/s relationship, and Chrissy is the dominant one.

Hope you enjoy! I don't get to write OT3 stuff as much anymore, but these three play off each other nicely, in that they all share possession of a single, horny braincell. Thanks to the Lonely Island for the absolute perfection of a lyric that gave this story its name.

Thanks, as always, to @chrissy-n-eddie for running this event. It has been a blast, and I hope you do it again sometime!

[inthebittersuite]

Stranger Things textposts -> Eddie’s Version

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

oh hmmmmmm the other woman kinda au but it’s nancy being so disgustingly jealous of chrissy when she and robin start dating, but nancy had never told her feelings to robin, so she had no right, right? but she had only just come to the realisation that how she felt about robin was what it was, that it wasn’t resentment or hatred or really strong friendship… that she liked her, the same way she liked jonathan, and steve, all that time ago. she could maybe even love her, and wasn’t that just absolutely terrifying. it took nancy so long to realise that she could even be like this, that she could even feel that way towards robin, who was a girl, but when she finally did figure it out, it took her even longer internally to actually be ok with it. or at least, not as completely terrified by the concept. she accepted that the way she felt about robin was stronger than any feeling of disgust or fear she had about having the feelings at all. but she didn’t get the chance to tell her, because while nancy had been internally going through this journey of self discovery, robin and chrissy cunningham had gotten quite a lot closer than ever before. chrissy started getting invited to their hangouts, sleepovers, shopping trips and walks through town. and it was fun, chrissy was sweet and really a very kind person, she brought a great energy to their larger group over all, but then her and robin started doing more alone. and with steve, and eddie, and nancy could do nothing but sit by and watch as robin fell harder and harder for the strawberry blond cheerleader. nancy wasn’t even entirely sure whether robin was the same way as her before all this, but there was no doubt now since the two have made it official. robin is with chrissy. robin likes chrissy, she could maybe even love her, and nancy was devastated. she has to watch now as robin gives so so much love to another girl, wishing it could be her on the receiving end of robins affection, but no matter how hard she tries she can’t just hate chrissy about it. chrissy is so so… beautiful. inside and out. and robin is happy, chrissy makes her happy, chrissy is so perfect for her. nancy wishes she could’ve known sooner, that she didn’t wait so long, that she didn’t spend so much time in her head hating herself for feeling something she never thought was in the cards for her life. she wasn’t prepared for this, prepared to deal with this, to have her whole established perception of herself and who she was as a person be completely cracked open and shattered to the ground in tiny rigged pieces she didn’t even know we’re inside of her. nancy is overwhelmed with hurt, and longing, and jealousy, and confusion, as well as contentment for having actually come to terms with what she feels, slight acceptance, but mostly overall she is utterly heartbroken every second she must spend time with robin and seeing her arm slung around chrissy’s shoulders, or just hearing her talk so fondly of the girl. but how could nancy blame her? chrissy was picture perfect. nancy was always titled the “good girl”, even she got labeled as “miss perfect” in the early days of high school, because she was always trying so, so hard not to fall. not to crack. but she is not the same girl. she has seen too much now, she has had to change out of survival, adapting to the conditions she found herself subjected to. nancy isn’t that girl anymore, and she never can be again, and maybe deep down she never really was at all. but chrissy, chrissy is sweet, untarnished, content with herself in a way nancy fears she could never be, and chrissy isn’t always striving for something more, and always fighting and working herself to death to be more. to do more, to prove herself. chrissy doesn’t have the internal demons that nancy has, festering and growing and spreading and multiplying and consuming her for the last 4 years.

so nancy will watch. it’s ok, it’s fine. she has no choice. she wishes it could be her, but she will never be like chrissy and chrissy couldn’t be like nancy even if she tried. chrissy is perfect, she is beautiful, she makes so much sense. of course robin likes her, who doesn’t? how could anyone not? nancy gets it, which is the hard thing. because she can’t even get the satisfaction of hating chrissy, or seeing all the ways that she herself could be better if it were her instead. see all the ways nancy would do things differently for robin, to make it all that much better. because chrissy does it all right, she is perfect, nancy couldn’t compete. they aren’t on the same level. but nancy likes robin, a lot. she may even love her. and robin likes chrissy, a lot, and robin told nancy that she thinks she might love her, and it’s fine. nancy cant do anything about it but watch.

[nowritingonthewall]

I’m just begging you: Don’t make us go there again.

[saintfelina]

[the-kipsabian]

HE HAS ARRIVED 💜💜💜

why does he write my name cuter than i do god

also the whole reason i made this order, to expand my collection; kitty!chris 💜

[fastcardotmp3]

"You did die,” Robin clutches at Chrissy's arms around her tight, “you died and I watched and then I watched again and I watched again and again and it never stopped, you just kept breaking apart in front of me and I was never supposed to have seen that, we didn't even know each other when we were seventeen—” A sharp stabbing, the drip of blood, the startled inhale through Chrissy's own lungs at the emptiness of her lap and the slashes in her arms as though from talons appearing out of thin air. » Chronance // Rated M // Non-Linear Narrative // 2.1k » podfic & cover art by the illustrious @n0connections » Febuwhump #5: Time Loop & Semi-Conscious » Febuwhump Masterlist

read (and listen) on ao3 // preview under the cut

The world is warm around her and Chrissy Cunningham can't open her eyes. 

“Do you ever feel like you're losing your mind?”

“Only every day of my life.” 

She can't drag them open but the soft of fabric against her skin doesn't match the cut of breeze she knows is present here in these woods on this day in March. 

To be where she is and feel what she's feeling doesn't make sense, but then again nothing does on this day. 

She sees a clock embedded in a tree, hears the gong as she walks home from school. She hugs her father when he tells her to be home by eleven and she kisses a pretty girl behind the bleachers before the basketball game. 

Her father tells her to be home by eleven and she kisses Jason Carver behind the bleachers before the basketball game. 

The rumble of Eddie's van rings in her ears, but she can't open her eyes all the way. A dark vignette creeps into her vision, blocking out the details in the corners and making it difficult to focus and she waits until Eddie's back is turned as he opens his door to make eye contact with blue eyes and freckles perched on Max Mayfield's porch across the way. 

She watches Eddie's hands unlock the door to his trailer. 

She doesn't say goodbye to her mother. She's meant to be home by eleven and she kissed Nancy Wheeler behind the bleachers before the basketball game. 

“How long does it take? The Special K?” 

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks her. She can't open her eyes all of the way. His voice sounds different. “You're not supposed to be here.” 

“Do you ever feel like you're losing your mind?” 

“Only every day of my life,” he smiles. The chill of March wind never hits.

[godzillachloe]

[real-reulbbr-band]

Thinking about Tayrn Smithson saying that Rumpleteazer feels like without Mungojerrie she'd be all alone :(

[psychotic-nonsense]

Alright folks, I have a question for you. A dumb question, yes, but a question nonetheless.

In an alternate universe scenario - where such a situation arises, and no one ends up dying or seriously (physically) wounded - with the S4 Hawkins Party and Chrissy all bearing witness...

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This is part of one of the oldest Stranger Things AU ideas I have.

Vecna, in a desperate attempt to distract/manipulate the town, decides to bring back every single person in Hawkins he's ever killed. Didn't matter the way, if the Upside Down killed them, they were back.

But they aren't exactly themselves. Their memories are locked away in their brains by those Upside Down slugs, all of them trapped in the same day as the dimension itself; November 6, 1983 (unless killed before this date). Alongside that, their bodies aren't theirs, and are instead exact replicas made purely of Upside Down goo. Vecna plans to gain the town's trust using them, and when the time comes, activate the slugs to turn the revived into his personal soldiers (think the season 3 Billy plot but without the flesh Mind Flayer)

Eddie wakes up in the forest, exactly how he is supposed to be. But when he discoveres Chrissy beside him, he panics, and tries to remember what happened. He's unable to, but he knows something is keeping the truth locked away. So, extremely painfully, he finds a way to extract the slug from his brain, freeing himself and his memories from Vecna's control.

But soon, Chrissy wakes up. One who's mind is stuck in 1983 and has no idea who Eddie is. Still, since they're all each other has, she decides to believe and trust him, eventually befriending Eddie all over again.

They spend their days walking through the woods, terrified to return to town. They need no food, and scrapes from the woods never go further than skin deep, yet they remain unaware of their undead status. Eddie spends the whole time theorizing, trying to figure out what purpose this could serve, and how to get back to the group without inciting mass panic.

That is until the group finds them. Everyone he fought alongside, traveling through the woods with Wayne Munson in tow. They're taking him to a hidden grave for Eddie, one far from the vandals in town, to give him a place to grieve in peace. They still can't tell him the truth of what happened, but hope that this makes up for the lies they keep spinning.

But Wayne's gone mad with his grief. He's brought a gun with him and points it at the group, demanding answers for what happened to his boy. Eddie watches in fear, urged away from intervening by Chrissy's own terror.

Just before things get too bad, Steve steps up. Takes the blame, says that it was his word that put Eddie in danger, and inevitably got him killed. The group tries to deny it, but Steve persists. Wayne needs someone to blame, so blame him.

And at first Wayne looks satisfied. He has an answer, finally, one that might actually be sincere considering Harrington's sobs as he confesses.

But his grief and pain and confusion and anger simply aren't. So he raises the gun, pointed right at Steve-

-and that's where Eddie intervenes. Shoving Steve out of the way, barely getting out a desperate "WAYNE, DON'T!!" ...before the gun goes off.

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After that, the story could go two ways.

The original outline - El goes with the group to Eddie's grave (for reasons I'm not sure of honestly). She watches the whole skirmish with Wayne, not wanting to expose him to her powers until she has to. When Wayne goes to shoot, she redirects his arm, just in time to catch Eddie in the leg.

In this one, Eddie's vocal. A screech of fear before he crumbles to one knee, hunched over and clutching at his leg, groaning in pain. Everyone can see him, hear him, and though they can't believe it, they know for sure it's Eddie. They saw him fall but they don't know how bad it is, and they're too shocked to come any closer.

The changed idea - El isn't there. Everything proceeds as before, with Wayne actually aiming for Steve's shoulder. Just a flesh wound, something to satisfy the squirming in his limbs. But due to Eddie's shove, his position is a little further to the left than Steve's, catching him straight in the heart.

In this one, Eddie drops, hard, with barely a sound. Everyone sees his side recoil with the impact, so they know exactly where he was hit. He lands on his front, the wind effectively knocked out of him, so he's gasping for air the whole way. Everyone sees his clothes, heard his voice, but they're almost hoping it's someone else, please don't let it be Eddie, please.

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No matter where Eddie gets shot, the story progresses the same.

Chrissy freaks out, running to Eddie and trying to help him, begging him to stay alive. Eventually he regains his bearings, slowly sitting up, hissing between gasping breaths with a hand clenched firmly over the wound. He slowly peels back his hand, terrified of what he'll see.

But beneath the hole in his clothes is... nothing. No blood, no bullet, no cuts. Just a steadily growing dark bruise, and the pain not progressing past an appropriate ache and some mild burning.

As he tries to process this, Eddie's eyes unfocus, and catch a slight glint of metal in the grass. With shaking hands, he grabs it. When he sees it, he hastily tries to stand, Chrissy rushing to help him. As they do, they turn just enough for everyone - from Wayne's trembling unmoving stance, to the group's collective huddle of fear, to Steve's laid out position on the dirt - to see what Eddie found.

The bullet. Or at least, what's left of it, its entire front bent flat.

Crushed upon impact with Eddie's skin.

[poolsidepanic]

“Oh— Why didn’t you cut my throat when you trapped me?”

[slightlydepressedmelon]

-No Upside Down AU-

Chrissy is still dealing with all the shit from her mom and the expectations of high school and Jason being his shitty self so she goes to Eddie just like in the show. they go to his trailer and while Eddie is looking for his stash instead of getting possessed by Vecna Chrissy has a seizure and Eddie freaks out because he has no clue what to do other than be near her and say “Chrissy wake up”. eventually it ends and Eddie calls 911 and holds Chrissy’s hand while they wait because they’re both kind of freaked out. Eddie hates feeling useless as the paramedics check Chrissy out, he feels like he let her down but the longer he watches the more fascinated he becomes. he starts asking questions and is taking everything they say in like a sponge. by the end of it Eddie has decided he wants to be an EMT. of course Chrissy and Eddie end up dating and he credits her with giving his life direction, she thinks it’s too much credit but he just kisses her

[messrsbyler]

ok but imagine chrissy didn’t die. vickie is still in the picture but only as a platonic friend to all (bc chrissy and robin have something going on, duh). we could’ve gotten a girl friend group with nancy, robin, chrissy and vickie???

we could’ve had it all.

[the-fire-might-be-shooting-at-us]

The funniest thing abt Harringrove fics is that some (hi notice I said some so no one fucking jumps me???) of them will have Steve always thinking and interacting with Hargrove when it's canon that Steve literally doesn't care about him doesn't even spare him a thought

Like maybe post season 2 and season 3 he'd think to himself "that fucking asshole" but the first time they met Steve literally could not care less and Hargrove was all over him

Even if Steve was acting like he doesn't care the first time as an intimidation tactic it's pretty obvious he just could not give a shit

[fujiblackthorne]

pictures that remind me of chrissy cunningham 🩷

[manicmermaidbaby]

i haven't been writing which feels both weird an uncomfortable after my year of Constant Writing and i don't like it i want to get back to it but i gotta break the seal and THIS is the hard part see it's not hard to write when you're writing 1k a day you're in the GROOVE there it's when you don't write for three weeks suddenly i don't want to look at my document in fear