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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.
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the streets don't change but maybe the names
Chrissy sympathetically patted his hand. "You'll find someone, I'm sure."
Eddie laughed bitterly. "I don't think I will."
"Why not?" Chrissy frowned and looked up at him.
He was staring pointedly at the wall across the room, not looking at her. He clenched and unclenched his jaw before pursing his lips and shaking his head. "Just, they're not..."
"Not what?" Chrissy lightly traced her fingers up and down the veins in Eddie's forearm.
"C'mon, you're really gonna make me say it?" He turned to look down at her and adjusted his arm so he could take Chrissy's hand in his own and lace their fingers together.
"Well, yeah, I'm not a mind reader."
Eddie shook his head again. Chrissy wanted to squirm under the familiar intensity of his gaze. "They're not you, Chris."
OR
Eddie and Chrissy have succeeded at being friends for the eight months since they broke up. They should be able to fool around no problem, right? Right??
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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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Glasses
Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 816
Warnings: A bit of language, partial nudity, making out, they watch an erotic film (nothing is described)
Summary: Chrissy has always had a crush on you, and it all comes out when the two of you have a sleepover.
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Chrissy had never slept over at your house before. She’d slept over at Emily’s house, and Laura’s house, and even Stephanie Wilson’s—but never yours. You were different—she didn’t get flustered when Emily changed clothes in front of her, or when Laura called her platonic pet names. She didn’t blush when Stephanie gave her a hug.
She didn’t feel that way about Emily, Laura, or Stephanie. Not the way she felt about you.
She tried to argue when you suggested she spend the night. “I wouldn’t want to intrude,” she insisted, “I’m sure you don’t have enough space for me.”
“Oh, no, honey, don’t worry about it, we can just share my bed.”
Chrissy turned bright red. “O-o-okay then.”
You smiled, tossing her a pair of pajama bottoms. “Here, you can wear these. You can change into ‘em while I take out my contacts.”
Chrissy blinked. “C—You wear contacts?”
You laughed nervously. “Yeah, I have terrible vision. Contacts are such a pain but I hate how glasses look on me, so I usually deal with the hassle when I’m going out.”
Chrissy swallowed as you walked into the bathroom. She didn’t know why the thought of you in glasses made her so nervous—plenty of people wore glasses, it was just a normal thing. It was just… it was you. You in glasses. You must look so cute in glasses! And sexy, and—Chrissy, stop thinking, she scolded herself.
You came out of the bathroom and Chrissy tried her best to appear casual. Gosh, she’s hot with glasses on. She turned bright red and looked away from you, clearing her throat.
“Your, uh, your glasses are cute,” she managed, examining her perfectly manicured nails. And you are too—CHRISSY SHUT UP.
You giggled, sitting on the bed next to her. “Thanks, Chris. You’re cute too.” You booped her nose.
Chrissy let out a strangled noise she couldn’t quite stifle.
You pulled away in concern. “Are you okay?”
Chrissy’s eyes widened and she covered her face in mortification. “Oh, gosh, that was embarrassing,” she mumbled.
You laughed, and pulled her hands away from her face. “Don’t worry, Chrissy, I’m not gonna make fun of you.” You kissed her nose and walked over to your closet.
Chrissy fell back onto your bed, covering the probably-red heat on her face with her hands.
“So, how’s cheer going?” you asked, pulling out a t-shirt and beginning to strip down.
Chrissy froze at the sight of your bare back and cleared her throat, unable to look away. “G-good! It—it’s been good.”
“That’s great!” You turned around and Chrissy got a flash of your tits before you pulled the t-shirt over your head. She could barely breathe. You plopped down next to her with a big smile, the shirt riding up to reveal pink lacy panties. “Wanna watch Blood and Roses?”
She tilts her head. “I’ve never heard of that one.”
“Oh, it’s so good, we have to watch it.” You got up and fished for the tape in the box under your T.V. “It’s a sixties movie about vampires, you’ll love it.” You found what you were looking for and held it up triumphantly before slipping it into the player.
Chrissy swallowed. “Is it—is it scary?”
You nodded your head from side to side in a “so-so” motion. “Eh, kind of. It’s mostly just really sexy.” You grinned slyly before leaping back up next to her.
Chrissy swallowed again and watched the movie with wide eyes. Oh, gosh, she realized quickly, this is lesbian erotica.
She watched the film attentively, watching Carmilla and Georgia do things she wished she could do with you.
It ended and Chrissy was left feeling hot and dizzy. You looked over at her, grinning expectantly, but your smile dropped when you saw her expression. “Are you okay?”
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, but she couldn’t think of anything to say. Before she could stop herself, she was grabbing your face in her hands and kissing you passionately. You gasped against her lips before kissing her back, tangling your hands in her hair and letting her push you down onto your bed.
Kissing you was like nothing she’d ever experienced before—it was nothing like Jason, or Michael, or Christopher, or any guy she’d kissed before. Gosh, it was so much better. You were so much better.
“Gods, Chrissy, I’ve been in love with you for years,” you told her breathlessly once you broke apart.
“Really?” she asked shyly, her tone a stark contrast from the hot desire she’d shown just moments before.
“Of course, Chris.” You leaned up and kissed her neck, trailing up her jaw and finishing with a soft peck to her cheek.
Chrissy giggled breathlessly, collapsing against you and nuzzling the crook of your neck. “You look so hot with glasses on.”
You laughed, rubbing her shoulder. “Thanks, Chrissy. You look hot no matter what.”
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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
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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.”
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𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bully!eddie munson x fem!reader, best friend!chrissy cunningham x fem!reader, bully!eddie munson x chrissy cunningham
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, overstim, mean!eddie, soft! chrissy, mentions of jealousy, fingering, p in v right at the end, slight daddy kink, degradation, this is shit m sorry
eddie’s thick ringed fingers are relentless against your sore clit, raw with the constant and endless stimulation he’s been forcing down on you. you’re crying, tears balmy against your hot, wet cheeks; chrissy wipes them away as they fall, her dainty hands soothing against your skin. you’re alight with pleasure, paralysed with it as waves of white hot lightning ricochet through your body.
a study date, eddie had called this, but you knew he had an ulterior motive. he always does. and now you’re spread wide open on your bed in eddie’s lap as he fingers you, your best friend flushed hot when she catches sight of your pussy, bare and dripping and on display for her.
“eddie, i think she’s done,” chrissy says, cooing as you crane your head to chase her gentle touches; she’s a stark contrast to eddie’s cruel hands, groping and pinching your abused flesh.
“she can take it,” he rasps, pumping two fingers in and out your steadily weeping cunt. you’re drooling onto his chest, wailing as you feel another orgasm creep up on you.
“no, eddie, no,” you cry, pushing feebly against him as he continues with his slow torture.
“yes, you brat.” he grins as your thighs start to tremble and chrissy presses her lips to your neck, tentative and then with more fervour. she’s always wanted you, though she pushed her crush deep down; eddie’s dragged it back to the surface. “ungrateful,” he grunts. “doesn’t want what i give her. i’m being so generous, baby.” the pet name is laced with sarcasm, hushed and a little mean.
“‘m sorry,” you sob, turning your head to rub your face against him. “‘m sorry. i’ll be good. don’t be mad at me.” chrissy frowns at his cruelty, only growing more perplexed at your pining, your need for approval from this boy who treats you so awfully— but makes you feel so good.
“good girl.” he says. you lap up the praise eagerly, even as he rubs your clit so hard it stings and sends your hips involuntarily flying. “attagirl, spread your legs more f’me. wanna see your dirty little cunt. dirty little minx.” you can feel eddie’s tented jeans under you, shuffling to reach for chrissy, for comfort, as he palms at himself.
“daddy, hmph. please.”
“oh, fuuuck,” he groans. “that’s what gets you off? want daddy to take care of ya? you’re so fuckin’ hot, you little brat.”
chrissy moans softly, grinding herself absentmindedly against eddie’s thigh. he reaches out to cradle her head gently, encouraging her to rut faster against him. you’d be jealous if you were in your right mind but you’re too far gone to pay attention to either of them. not that it matters— you’re the only one he wants to torture.
eddie’s fingers speed up their rubbing against your swollen little button until you’re gushing around him, quivering in his lap. he finally takes pity on you and gives you a rest, letting your muscles fall limp against him. he’s immediately then fishing his cock out of his jeans, ruddy and leaking. you reach for it and he laughs at your eagerness.
“hold her, chrissy,” he murmurs, pushing you face down into her lap, lifting your hips until your back arches and curves into him. lining up with your pudgy folds, swiping his cock through your slick and pushing in. and breaches your little hole while you squeal and squirm.
“we’re far from done. hold still.”
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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.”
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The outfit from the music video for Shania Twain’s song That Don’t Impress Me Much is iconic. If Chrissy lived and it was the 90’s and it was Halloween and her girlfriend dressed in the outfit from that video, how would she react? Do you have any headcanons for this?
i’m only doing blurbs at the minute my love, but i’ll write something in that form for you!
warnings: fem!reader. allusions to sex towards the end. very suggestive and fluffy!! [0.3k].
The day is October 31st, 1999: the final Halloween of the century. Knocking lightly at the Cunningham’s wooden frame, you twiddle your thumbs, patiently waiting for your girlfriend to appear. You had agreed on the theme of ‘music videos,’ leaving the exact costume unknown, the surprise all the more intriguing.
As the door swings open, Chrissy’s jaw drops to the floor. Stepping onto the bricked path, the door clicks closed, her hands landing under your jaw and pulling you in, lips connecting in a passionate kiss.
Parting, your soft thumb lifts up to her mouth, wiping away the red lipstick stain that had transferred over.
“Wow. I just… Wow, sweetie. You look… so pretty! This outfit is beautiful,” she gasps, hands running through the pigtails of her Britney Spears costume.
You giggle in return, slowly pulling away the cover-up, revealing the skin-tight crop top and pants, completely matching the leopard-print pattern of the look.
Her hands brush over your waist, dancing over the exposed skin, trying her hardest not to press kisses all over your body. “Um… Can we go back to yours tonight? Please?”
The nervous biting of her lip gave away her reasoning in an instant, you seductively chuckling as you nod, “Of course, baby. Tigers are one of the fastest and strongest animals after all…” You lean closer, pulling her bottom lip down with your thumb, staring deeply into her eyes with a smirk on your face, “I’m sure you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
Her head quickly moves up and down, hands placed neatly behind her back, the outfit choice presenting such innocence. Slightly nibbling at her ear, you murmur back, “Of course you would, my good girl.”
It’s safe to say that the following day, your parents got a few noise complaints from the apparent screams coming from your house at an ungodly hour the night before…
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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.
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I'd Burn the City Down (To Show You the Light) - Chapter One
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
Chapters: 1 2...
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2045
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hello my loves, here's the start of a Chrissy series that's been rolling around in my head for a while. Forgive me if there are any typoes, I've proofread like three times but I'm tired.
general series warnings for homophobia, eating disorders, violence, abusive parents, abusive relationships, also reader is a runaway who drinks and smokes weed, and she definitely has some internalised misogyny
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Summer was dying, and you, who wore black jeans no matter how hot it got, couldn’t have been happier. Your trailer had no AC and you hated leaving your windows open at night.
Being a teenage girl living alone in a trailer park had made you cautious, and not without reason. In your experience, even men who seemed kind could turn out to be a threat.
Speaking of which, Eddie Munson was sitting on the front steps of his trailer, smoking a cigarette, as you stepped out of yours. With your schoolbag hanging off one shoulder, you locked your front door, and then shook the handle for good measure.
You avoided Eddie’s eyes, but he still called out to you. “Hey! Do you need a ride to school?”
“No, thanks.” He asked this on most days that he saw you, but usually you left so much earlier than he did that he didn’t have the opportunity. You would rather take the bus than get into the vehicle of a near-stranger. Particularly as you didn’t have anyone at home to notice if you went missing.
Usually Eddie knew better than to try and make conversation with you. You had made it very clear that you didn’t want to talk. But this morning, he stood up and began moving down the stairs towards you.
“Are you sure? It’s gonna be hot today. I’d hate for you to be stuck on a crowded bus-”
“Munson,” you interrupted as you drew level with him. He was still standing on the steps, so he towered over you.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck off.”
He raised his hands in surrender, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Fine. I was just trying to build bridges here, from one freak to another.”
You bristled. “Get fucked.”
His face fell at the anger on yours. “Wait, I didn’t mean-”
Before he could finish his sentence, you stalked away, your boots stomping heavily on the dry ground.
Eddie had been right about the bus. As the heat of the day rose, you found yourself sweating in a cramped tin can full of gross teenagers all trying to get to school. You closed your eyes and tried not to think about how pleasant it would be to stick your head out of the window of Eddie’s van and feel the wind in your hair.
It just wouldn’t be worth it.
When you got to school, you went straight to the restroom to spray yourself liberally with deodorant. You walked past a group of girls who were all wearing short skirts and low-cut tops, which was admittedly a much more practical way of dealing with the heat.
You tried not to stare. You weren’t about to be caught watching the sweat roll down into the crease of some cheerleader’s cleavage. Even glancing for a moment too long could be social suicide. Not that you weren’t already somewhat of a pariah. But at least, for the most part, the popular people left you alone.
Your first class of the day is English. That wouldn’t be too bad. As long as you kept your head down, the teacher didn’t bother you. Your grades weren’t great, but you kept up.
That was what you were hoping for, at least. This time, as you made for your usual seat at the back of the class, the teacher stopped you.
“You’re all going to be pairing up for a project, so you’ll need to sit with your partners.”
You felt the bottom fall out of your stomach. You hated group projects. You hated being forced to interact with people, and rely on them to get work done, and even worse, have them rely on you.
Your eyes scanned the blackboard, looking for your name in the list. You were paired up with Chrissy Cunningham.
That made your stomach clench. Not that Chrissy was particularly unkind, but she was a cheerleader, and she was friends with other cheerleaders, which meant that you were suddenly in their line of sight. That was the last thing you wanted.
Chrissy was sitting in the middle of the classroom, and the seat beside her was free. She was very pretty. Of course she was pretty. She was head cheerleader. It was practically in the job description.
Her blonde hair was scraped up into a ponytail, held together by a green scrunchie. She was wearing her cheerleading uniform – why did cheerleaders always wear their uniforms to class? – and pulling her books out of her backpack.
You didn’t say a word as you slid into the seat beside her. She glanced up at you, and almost imperceptibly wrinkled her nose. But you saw it.
It was probably the two cigarettes you’d smoked after getting off the bus. Of course she didn’t smoke.
Her expression brightened, but you could tell her smile was fake. “Hi,” she said. “I guess we’re partners for the project.”
“That’s what the board says.” You turned back towards the front of the class, not looking at her. How had she managed to piss you off already?
“I have cheerleading practice after school, so do you wanna meet up at lunch to get started?”
You groaned internally. Lunch was your time to go and find a private spot and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist. Still, you supposed it was better than staying late.
“Sure. Whatever.”
“…Great.”
Some worksheets were handed out with details on the project. You had to research an author and give a presentation on their work. The presentation part would be easy, you supposed. Chrissy was pretty and charismatic, and clearly not shy, since she spent half her time doing flips in a tiny skirt, so you were sure you could persuade her to do the talking.
“Any ideas on who we should research?” Chrissy asked.
You shrugged. “I don’t care.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her frown. “Okay.”
The rest of the lesson passed without incident. You hardly talked, which suited you just fine. At the end of the class, as you stood up to leave, Chrissy turned to you.
“Meet at the library at one o’clock?” Her tone indicated a question, but you could tell this wasn’t one.
“I’ll be there.”
“Good.”
You grumbled all the way to your next class. All you wanted to do was keep your head down and stay out of trouble for your senior year. Scrape by with C’s and graduate right in the middle of your class.
Group projects made that harder. You were sure Chrissy wasn’t going to be satisfied with your bare minimum of effort. She was never going to be valedictorian, but she was reasonably smart, and got above average grades.
Her parents probably would’ve paid for her to get a tutor if there was even a whiff of falling behind. Everything had to be perfect with girls like her.
For your next couple of classes, you resumed your spot at the back of the room, which you were grateful for the opportunity to do. You kept your mouth shut and teachers ignored you. Just how you liked it.
In Math class, which was your final period before lunch, you groaned at the sight of Eddie Munson sitting in your usual seat.
Although Eddie, like you, favoured the back of the class, it wasn’t usually an issue, because he skipped so much that you hardly saw him.
You resolutely avoided his eyes as you passed him to sit at the back on the opposite side.
“Hey neighbour,” he said, but you ignored him.
At lunch, you had a few minutes before you were supposed to meet Chrissy, so you made your way around the back of the school building and sparked up a joint.
You didn’t usually smoke weed during school hours, but you figured you were going to need it if you were going to deal with Chrissy for forty-five minutes. You sat on the grass with your back to the wall and ate your sandwich between tokes.
Once the hazy, relaxed feeling had set in, you sprayed yourself down with deodorant and made your way back inside.
As promised, Chrissy was waiting for you in the library. You were a few minutes late, so she appeared to be getting a start on some different homework, exercise books spread out in front of her.
She looked up as you approached, and frowned. You wondered if she could smell the weed you’d been smoking. You scowled at her defensively.
“Hey,” she said. “I had some thoughts about who we could do our report on, if you don’t have any ideas?”
“Sure, whatever,” you said, sitting down in the seat beside her.
“I want to research Alice Walker.”
“Who?”
“She wrote The Color Purple. I read it last year, and, well, it was really good.”
“I haven’t read it.”
“The library probably has a copy of it. It would help if you read it.”
“Mm,” you said, non-committally.
As it turned out, the library did not have a copy of The Color Purple. Chrissy seemed unfazed.
“That’s fine,” she said, breezily. “You can borrow my copy.”
You balked at the idea. Last year, some jewellery had gone missing from a girl’s bag in the locker room during gym class, and the girl accused you of taking it. The teachers had searched you, your bag, and your locker, and found no evidence of the theft. It turned out that the girl’s friends had taken it from her as a prank.
Maybe it was because you dressed like a punk, or maybe it was because you lived in a trailer park, but it wasn’t the first time you’d been accused of stealing. The idea of Chrissy lending you her book made you nervous.
As she pulled it from her bag, you noticed how battered it was. The publishing date on the inside cover read 1983, so you knew she couldn’t have even had it that long. This was evidently a prized possession, which only made your nervousness worse.
“You don’t have to-”
Chrissy waved her hand dismissively. “It’s fine. This project will be a lot easier if we both have a reference point for the writer. Unless you have any other ideas for authors?”
Begrudgingly, you shook your head. In truth, it had been a long time since you’d read a book outside of English class.
As a child, you’d loved to read. Whenever your parents’ screaming matches became too much, or you needed to stay out of the way, lest their anger be turned on you, you would take a book and go out into the woods to read.
You read your copy of Alice in Wonderland so many times that the spine was falling apart, and sometimes the pages fell out, so you had to slide them back in.
You hadn’t taken much with you when you’d run away from your parents’ home, but that battered old copy of Alice in Wonderland was still in a box under your bed in your trailer. You’d put it there when you moved in and hadn’t touched it since.
“No, no ideas,” you said. “Thanks.” You took The Color Purple and slid it into your bag.
“I was hoping we could get as much of this project done as possible this week, because next week I’ve got cheer practice most days.”
You gathered that there was some big football game coming up soon, not that you paid much attention to that kind of stuff. You weren’t exactly overflowing with ‘school spirit’. “…Right.”
She looked back at you thoughtfully, her head tilted to one side. “Do you wanna come to my house to work on it this weekend?” Your mouth fell open. “I know it’s not ideal but the school library is closed on the weekend and it’ll be an opportunity to get a big chunk of work done. My parents won’t be home on Saturday, so you don’t need to worry about them.”
“…Sure.” Your stomach twisted uncomfortably.
She scribbled her address down on a piece of paper and then handed it to you. “Alright, I’ve gotta go. My friends will be wondering where I am. See you this weekend.”
You sat there, watching her leave, feeling like you’d just been steamrollered.
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Our Future Together - Chrissy Cunningham
Paring: Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader
Warning: 18+, Smut, Drug Use, Dom/Sub, Car Sex, Breeding Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex. <3
A/n: I picked car sex with a breeding kink and came up with this. Sorry if it's shit. It was super last-minute and rushed.
Rain poured down your car as you and your girlfriend had a little date night out by Lovers Lake, parked on a little trail shaded by tall, green trees, with the lake right across from the two of you.
Just you and Chrissy, alone with no distractions as the two of you stayed in your warm car, smoking some weed and listening to the soft raindrops.
You took a hit of the joint, looking across the lake at the houses along it. Your arm leaned across the center console and placed a hand across her upper thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as you gazed over at her. “You know what I want us to do when we get older?”
She looked at you with glazed, dilated eyes and smiled softly, “mhm?”
“I wanna get us a house, just like this on the lake, and start a little family with you.” You told her, squeezing her thigh again, daydreaming about your perfect life together. “Wouldn’t it be cool to have a few kiddos running around the house?”
“Awe, having a couple of cutie-pies would be nice." Chrissy nodded happily in agreement, placing her hand under her chin as she admired the sight of you getting so excited about having kids.
“And you’d be such a cute mommy.” You said, rubbing the joint out in the ashtray before leaning in slowly and attaching her soft, pillowy lips to your own.
Chrissy reached up and held the back of your neck in her small grasp as your lips moved slowly and passionately against hers, even giving her bottom lip a gentle bite every so often.
Her lips were delicate and sweet, tasting like the marijuana you two smoked earlier. Your hand cupped her cheek as you slipped past her bottom lip and felt your tongues dance together.
Soft gasps escaped Chrissy’s mouth as she pressed her thighs together, trying her best to relieve the growing ache as her pink skirt hid the fact that her white lacy panties were becoming saturated with arousal, soaking onto your fabric seats.
You felt her thigh flexing in your grip, drawing your attention to her long, pale leg and thighs that were innocently rubbing together.
You pushed her skirt up and dragged your fingers along her slit, feeling the warmth radiating from her core and arousal drenching through the soft material. You separated from her feverish lips and watched her turn bright red from your touch as she made a shuddered sigh.
“You know how much I fantasized about having a cock so I can fill your entire cunt full of my cum? Impregnating you and making you have my little babies - our little babies?“
You slipped into the lacy of her panties and ran your fingers between her wet, slick folds, collecting some arousal before positioning yourself against her sensitive bundle of nerves.
The weed gave her body an increased sense of touch, making her clit extra sensitive as you gently began rubbing her in a clockwise motion.
“You’d be such a good little mommy, and fuck- would you look so pretty with a cute little round belly and big milky tits that I could just suck on!”
“- mhm, my g-god-” Chrissy breathily moaned, completely drunk off your words. She fucking loved it when you spoke like this. She became a little slut for it. “I wish you could c-come inside me, s-so bad- and make me a mommy.”
"Fuck-" You grunted as you released your fingers from her little bud and traced her entrance before thrusting two fingers inside her tight cunt, causing a gasp to escape her lips.
Chrissy's slick inner walls left your fingers glistening with her arousal. You could feel her stretching pussy gripping around you, almost like she never wanted you to leave as you simply massaged her pussy.
Seconds later, you were knuckles deep inside her, curling your fingers roughly against the spot that made her thighs shudder and her knees weaken.
You could feel her hot clit throbbing against the palm of your hand as you fucked her at the perfect pace that set her nerves on fire and made the tension tighten in her stomach.
You suddenly stopped and slid your fingers out of her cunt, listening to her let out a desperate little whine as she looked over at you with those big blue eyes. “P-please- don't stop.”
“Don't worry, babe. I’m just getting us more comfortable.” You hushed her gently before proceeding to move into the back seat of your car.
“Come ‘mere! I wanna taste that pretty pussy of yours.”
She instantly nodded like a good girl and slipped her panties off, leaving them on the dashboard before crawling in the backseat with you.
Your eyes scanned over her pink, swollen folds. Her pussy was practically begging for your mouth as she hovered over you with her flexible thighs around your head.
“My good fuckin’ mommy.” Your warm breath tickled her aching cunt, making her softly moan as you grabbed her hips and slowly sunk her down into your mouth, feeling her skirt drape over your head.
Your nose buried into her clit as you made a cup with your tongue and lapped up her juices. Chrissy’s hands found themselves reaching up, gripping onto the seats to balance herself.
Your lips teased her clit as you watched her squirm on top of you before detaching with a wet ‘pop’ and flattening your tongue against her labia, allowing Chrissy to rock against you.
“mhm, y/n!”
Your hands held your hips and helped rocked herself faster. Your head swaying swiftly under her and tongue working as you devoured her clitoris. The sensation was too much for her to handle.
Her soft moaning and small whimpers became weak and breathy, her thigh muscles clenched around your head as she moaned out your name one last time, feeling her warm, sweet-tasting cum gush out into your mouth.
Chrissy squeezed the seats for dear life as your lips wrapped around her swollen clit and began suckling, milking out one last powerful orgasm that left her body tingling with euphoria.
After she caught her breath, you cleaned her up, slipped her panties back on, and cuddled in the back seat of your car, that was warm with the aroma of sex floating through the air.
“I can't wait to have a family with you.” Her soft little, fucked out, voice muttered against your chest. You felt your heart flutter as you placed a soft kiss on her temple and rested your chin on the top of her head.
“Neither can I, Chris.”
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midwest monster of the highest grade
"Oh, that- that's embarrassing. You must think I'm terrible." Chrissy glanced over at Jason (still not looking at her) and squeezed her cup so that it popped back into shape.
As she reached to set her cup and plate on the bench at her feet, she saw Eddie lean away in confusion. "If you're terrible just for being a little annoyed with him, then what does that make me?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "A monster, probably."
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Chrissy wants to win Best Couple's Costume. Jason is no help. (Eddie is, though.)
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hiiii, could you write something for fem skater!reader x chrissy cunningham? i don't see a lot of people writing for her... if not thats okay, i don't want to pressure you!! tysm :))))
FALL FOR YOU - C.C.
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warnings: awful title (its kinda funny), one curse word, i dont skate so this might be a little off, i think thats it but lmk if i missed smth
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"Alright, now just bend your legs a little."
You instruct the blonde who's wobbling around on your skateboard in front of you. She bends her previously stiff legs like you suggested, but her arms stay locked out in front of her to hold your hands.
"Perfect." You smile at her, but her gaze is on the ground, "You ready to try moving?"
Chrissy's eyes go wide at the suggestion, causing her to start wobbling again as she whips her head up to look at you. She had asked you during lunch if you could teach her how to skate, but so far shes only managed to stand on the board. "I don't know..."
"You're gonna be fine." You kindly reassure her, lifting one of her hands so she can see yours joined with it, "I'm gonna be right here, remember?"
She thinks for a moment, talking herself up mentally... "You won't let go?"
You shake your head, repeating, "I'll be right here."
Chrissy takes a deep breath, squeezing your hands tighter to balance herself as she kicks off the ground to push herself forward. She rolls slowly across the empty parking lot as you walk alongside her. "See? You're already doing great, Chriss!"
She smiles at that, feeling brave enough to go a little bit faster. You pick up your pace slightly to keep up with hers, still able to comfortably follow along.
"You think you're ready to try turning that corner?" You ask as you approach the end of your current section.
Chrissy wobbles a bit still, but is much more comfortable than she was a few minutes ago. She nods in response, "Yeah. How do I do it?"
You smile at her confidence, "Just lean into your heels to turn right. Yeah, just like that."
Chrissy leans back as you instructed, rounding the corner perfectly. "I'm doing it!"
"Yeah, you are!" You praise, excited to see her making such good progress, "You know, you're a very quick learner, blondie."
"Maybe I just have a really good teacher." she smiles, pulling herself back into an upright position after completing the turn.
She stabilizes herself for a moment, until all of a sudden, the adjustment feels disorienting. She wobbles and looks to you for help as she feels herself starting to fall backwards. In order to salvage it, you pull lightly on her hands to pull her back upright. You clearly pull a little harder than you meant to, as the next thing you know, you're lying on the concrete with Chrissy splayed out on top of you.
You feel her shaking, and you immediately sit up to see if she's hurt or crying. "Shit, are you okay?" Relief washes over you to find out she's not crying, she's laughing uncontrollably. She nods against your shoulder, unable to get out any words. Her giggles are contagious, and you can't help but start to laugh yourself, the both of you looking absolutely insane together in the middle of the empty high school parking lot.
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Always Stay Together - Chrissy Cunningham
Stranger Things Masterlist
Summary : your former best friend Chrissy helps you to get in the cheerleaders.
Warnings : mention of pressure from parents, fluff, happy endings, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.
Word count : 3.8k
French version
Song inspiration : Strawberry Blonde by chloe moriondo
Your parents next to you, you enter the Cunninghams’ garden. You hold back a sigh when you see the people you’ll have to spend the next hours with. You don’t want to be here. You did everything to not be here. However, your mother can be more stubborn than you and it’s a get-together organised by your dad’s work.
With your mom, you get closer to Laura and Chrissy Cunningham whilst your dad walks towards Philip. Seeing you coming, your mom and Chrissy’s mother greet each other with a big smile on their face while you make a face that is supposed to look smiley.
“I’m glad to have you here !” Laura exclaims.
“Thank you for inviting us. We brought you this.” your mother informs, handing the cake she bought before coming here.
“It’s very thoughtful of you. Y/N, you’ve grown so much ! I almost didn’t recognise you.” Laura laughs, showing you with her hand. “I mean, you haven’t been coming here for so long.”
‘So long’ is the appropriate way of saying ‘since the beginning of High School’. You and Chrissy are currently seniors and before that, you used to be best friends.
Though, once you got in High School, everything changed and you lost contact - especially when you started noticing you looked at her differently. You’ll never admit it out loud but you miss Chrissy - sometimes, you wonder if she misses you, too. It’s actually one of the reasons you didn’t want to come to the Cunninghams today. You knew you would have to be around your former best friend and she’d probably be the only other teenager your age - even if it wouldn’t have been the case, you would have talked to no one, but that’s a story for another day.
“School keeps me busy, you know, Mrs.Cunningham.” you try to justify.
“She always has her nose in her homework. It’s a miracle we’ve managed to keep her away from her books today.”
A miracle or rather a punishment, if someone asked your opinion.
“Chrissy told me you’ve perfectly adjusted to High School, that’s a good thing ! For some, it can be complicated to follow the rythm.” Chrissy’s mother says with a pointing look at her daughter.
“It’s true but so did Chrissy from what I know. Captain of the cheerleaders ! It’s something.” your mom compliments.
“I’m proud of it.” Chrissy confesses.
“You know, Chrissy, Y/N wishes to do more extra-curricular activities like cheerleading, you think you could help her train for the selections ?”
“Mom !”
“I’d be happy to do so, Mrs.Y/L/N.” Chrissy accepts with a smile.
“You’re lovely, Chrissy.”
At that precise moment, you’d like to run away. Not only you don’t wish to do cheerleading but you don’t want Chrissy to train you ! Joining an extracurricular activity was your mom’s idea, not yours. You’re good just like you are yet your mom wants you to be more social, more particularly since you’re not friends with Chrissy anymore. You thought having good grades would be enough for her to leave you alone, it looks like it’s not anymore.
Your mom and Chrissy’s keep talking whilst you and your former friend avoid looking at each other. Without a warning, your mothers leave you alone to greet other people. Once you’re on your own, you finally dare to look up at Chrissy. Her strawberry blond hair is set loose and curly, her make up is natural and her summer dress looks beautiful on her. Realising you’re staring at her too much, you clear your throat and try to find a way to run away.
“I’m glad you’re here.” Chrissy confesses, taking you aback.
“Really ?”
“Yeah.”
“You know, you don’t have to.” you say.
“Have to what ?”
“Act polite, accept to help me with cheerleading. I’ll make up a story to my mom so you won’t have to do it.”
“I meant it when I said I wanted to help you.”
“Why ?” you ask, brows furrowed.
“Because we were friends and I want to help.”
“Trust me when I say I’m a lost cause. You’re gonna waste your time by trying to turn me into a cheerleader.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Chrissy contradicts, determined. “We can meet next weekend at my place. You’ll see, it’ll be easy.”
‘Easy’ isn’t the word you’d use as you’re watching Chrissy’s choreography during your first training session. You stare at her turning, dancing, jumping, spinning and many other verbs with wide open eyes. You’ll never be able to get in the team. At least, your mom will finally leave you alone once you’ll get the results. Once Chrissy is done, you’re speechless.
“So ?” your former best friend questions.
“So, I will never be able to do it.”
“You will ! Plus, I just wanted to show you the choreography, we’re gonna go back to the basics. Since you’re warmed up, we’ll work on your suppleness. You’re gonna do a split.” she orders and you’re shocked.
“I beg your pardon ?”
“A split. It’s easy.”
“No, solving a math equation is easy, a split is impossible.”
“You did gymnastics.”
“Yeah, for two years when I was seven ! And only because you wanted to do it, not because I had skills. It’s actually the reason why I stopped.” you remind her.
“This and the fact you wouldn’t talk to the other girls.”
“I’ve never been the social type, you know it. You’ve always been the exception. I mean, you were the only one I got along with.” you correct yourself, embarrassed.
“Anyway, if you train a bit everyday, you’ll be able to do a split.” Chrissy resumes, avoiding your gaze for a second. “Maybe it won’t be perfect but it’s always a good thing to do. Come on, show me what you can do.”
Reluctantly, you try to do a split. You resist the growing pain in your legs and try to touch the ground a bit more when you feel yourself going backward, you stand up. You start a long speech explaining how it’s torture while Chrissy looks at you laughing.
“Don’t laugh !” you say whilst chuckling. “What did you expect ? I was only able to do it once in my whole life and it was after one year of gymnastics !”
“You can do it.” Chrissy encourages you. “Keep training on your split at home. We’ll start practising the dance now. I’ll show you the choreography again and then, it’s your turn.”
“This should be good !”
Chrissy rolls her eyes, faking annoyance at your lack of optimism before getting in position and redoing the routine. You watch her, still impressed by her movements, and you try to remember the steps. You lose track after thirty seconds - it’s better than the first time, you had lost track in less than ten seconds. You struggle to memorise the steps, not only because you’re not good at dancing but because your eyes end up admiring Chrissy instead of her dance. You look at the way her hair moves with the rhythm of her movements, the way her face crunches or the way it relaxes depending on the complicated moments, how her body moves. You’re completely mesmerised by Chrissy. Maybe your feelings for her haven’t left you, despite the years.
Once Chrissy stops moving, you need a second to understand she’s finished dancing. She informs you you’ll start with the first steps together then, it’ll be you alone. When you dance together, you manage to follow her. You're less graceful than Chrissy yet she doesn’t criticise it. The second you have to do it alone, you start to panic. At first, your dancing is okay, then comes the moment where you have to do a movement with your arms and legs you don’t understand. You try three times alone, only the humiliation of failing makes you lose your composure. Chrissy takes pity on you and helps you by coming behind you and touching your body. Surprised, you only move the members Chrissy is touching whilst the rest of your body is paralysed. Turning your head, you notice her face is - too - close to yours. You untangle yourself by taking a step backward.
“I think it’s enough for today.” Chrissy states, blushing, “Keep training on this part and on your suppleness. We’ll see the rest during the next session.”
You don’t need to be told twice so you take your stuff before leaving Chrissy’s. These training sessions will, indeed, be complicated but not for the reason you thought. You don’t know how you’ll manage to keep your feelings buried inside yourself if you spend your time admiring her and panicking when she helps you.
By some miracles, you keep your emotions in check during the following training sessions. You’re slowly improving and Chrissy is sure you’ll have the skills for the selections. Whilst she helps you, you two get to know each other again. You discuss a bit more and start talking about other matters than cheerleading.
A few weeks after your first training, when you go to Chrissy’s, you notice with a simple glance that your former best friend isn’t feeling right. Her smile is fake, she lacks energy and her encouragement isn't as enthusiastic. You don’t say anything at first, not knowing if you should ask her what’s wrong, however when she seems totally detached from reality, you stop moving and stare at her.
“What’s the matter ?” you ask and you see her tensing.
“What do you mean ?”
“You seem lost in your thoughts. Something is bothering you. Is it because of your grade in maths ? I saw your face when the teacher gave back the tests.” you admit and Chrissy sighs.
“I got a C. Again.”
“Let me guess, your mom is still pressuring you for your grades ?”
“It got worse with time. No matter how good I’m doing in other subjects or how I’m the cheerleaders captain, it’s not enough. And yet I’m trying ! It’s not my fault if I don’t understand everything.” she says, mad.
“You know, I could have helped you.”
“It’s not your problem.”
“You’re helping me with the selections, I can return the favour with maths.”
“I don’t want to-”
“Just accept my help.” you cut her off.
“Okay.”
“If you want, we can work on some exercises instead of training.”
“Just say you want to stop working out for today.” she smiles and you have a guilty face.
“I confess it’s one of the reasons. Did you tell your mom about your grade ?”
“Not yet. If you hear screams from your place tonight, you’ll know why.”
“I can stay with you, if you want. Maybe she won’t be so mean if there’s a guest.” you suggest with a compassionate smile.
“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it. Thanks, though.”
“If you change your mind, you can always call me.”
The same night, you’re at home, trying to study physics whilst Chrissy is on your mind. You know her mom is strict about her grades so you can only imagine what she’s going to say as soon as she’ll tell her her grade. You wish you could support her but your relationship is still fragile so you can’t really insist on supporting her.
You reread your lesson when the phone on your nightstand rings. You pick it up, not knowing who might call you at 11:00 P.M.
“Hey, Y/N, sorry to bother you.” Chrissy’s voice starts. “I know it’s late, but I… I’d like it if you come. It got a bit out of hand with my parents and I… Actually, forget about it, I… I shouldn’t have…” she stutters.
“I’m coming.”
“You don’t have to-”
“I want to.” you announce, interrupting her. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
“Thanks.” Chrissy mutters and you can hear the gratitude in her voice.
You hang up before quickly getting dressed. Thankfully, your parents are gone for the weekend so you can leave your house as you wish.
You park your car before Chrissy’s home, not wanting her parents to ask questions and go to her place by foot. Upon arriving at hers, you’re about to let her know you’re here by throwing rocks at her window but it looks like she was waiting for you downstairs. Indeed, just as you step one foot on her grass, she opens the door. She makes a sign to not make any sound whilst you go to her room.
Once you’re there, you notice Chrissy’s red eyes. You don’t waste a second before hugging her. She holds onto you as if you were a safety net. Delicately, you stroke her hair - it always helped her to calm down when you were kids. You stay in each other’s embrace until Chrissy feels ready to look you in the eyes.
“Thanks for coming. I didn’t want to be alone.” she admits, a bit ashamed.
“You called, I had to come.”
Chrissy goes to sit on her bed and you do the same, sitting next to her. Chrissy puts her head on your shoulder, taking a deep breath.
“You wanna talk about it ?” you ask.
“There isn’t a lot to say. She didn’t yell at me only for my maths grade,” Chrissy starts with a weak voice. “She just used it as an excuse to criticise everything I do. Sometimes, I feel like I’ll never be good enough for her. I don’t know what to do to make her proud of me. I’m not the perfect student like you, it’s true, but I’m doing my best. Besides, I’m not a difficult child. I’m not skipping classes, I don’t talk back to teachers. What more does she want ? Why is it never enough ? I don’t understand.” she says, angry.
“Sometimes, there is nothing to understand. Your mom has always been complicated to satisfy, it’s not going to change anytime soon. I know it’s easier said than done but you have to stop letting her define your value. You’re strong and smart, no matter what your mom says. And for what it's worth, I’m proud of you.” you affirm, looking her right in the eyes and she smiles at you.
“I think it’d be easier if my mom were like yours. She never really judges you.”
“You bet ! My mom would rather have me be popular with a large group of friends. Of course, she’s happy with my good grades yet for her, it’s not enough. Why do you think I’m trying for the cheerleaders selections ? She wants me to have some popularity. She acts as if she was still the queen in school.” you complain, rolling your eyes.
“If you don’t want to be a cheerleader, why do you try so hard to get in the team ? You could just make zero effort and not get selected.” Chrissy questions.
“At first, that’s what I wanted to do, I admit but doing cheerleading with you made me change my mind. I think it’s nice.” you confess. “I’m not saying I’d be devastated if I didn’t get in the team but I wouldn’t be against the idea of being a part of it. Furthermore, my mom would finally give me a break.”
“Are you seriously saying you want to be social ?” Chrissy exclaims, faking being shocked.
“I’m surprised too !” you laugh, “But as long you’re here, it’s bearable.”
For a second, you stay silent, enjoying each other’s company. Chrissy’s hand takes yours - you want to chuckle when you realise your hand is still bigger than hers. She lightly squeezes your hand and you can’t help but smile at this contact. You missed being this close to Chrissy.
“I’m sorry, you know.” she confesses in a whisper.
“For what ?”
“I’m sorry we lost touch once we got into High School, especially after I got in the cheerleaders.”
“You’re not the only one guilty here. I could have come to talk to you.” you admit.
“Maybe but I left you alone even though we promised to always stay together.”
“And I left you alone when I could have come to support you during the games. At least, we’re talking to each other again, that’s what matters.” you state, looking deeply in her eyes.
“True. It’s actually the reason why I accepted to help you. I wanted to make things better between us. I always wanted to do it, I just didn’t know how.”
“That makes two of us. Friends again ?” you question with a smile.
“Best friends.” Chrissy corrects, showing you her pinky fingers.
“Best friends.” you repeat, intertwining your pinky fingers to hers.
Your fingers linked together, you stare at each other, a big smile on your face and your heart skips a beat. You prevent yourself from moving, fearing you might ruin your friendship newly found by doing something stupid.
Chrissy lays down on her bed and you do the same. At your surprise, Chrissy gets closer to you and holds you. You hug her tighter against you whilst she wishes you a good night. You spend the night together in each other’s arms until dawn when you leave the warmth of the bed to go back to your house to make sure Chrissy doesn’t get in any more trouble.
Since that night, you’ve become inseparable again. You don’t only see each other for the training sessions or tutoring, you talk at school, you hang out sometimes. It’s like old times - with more freedom thanks to the car. Spending time with Chrissy again made you realise just how much you missed her. You’re more than happy to be with her. As for your feelings, they only grow and you hope you’ll be able to contain them. Nevertheless, you wonder if you’re the only one in this situation. Chrissy seems more touchy than before and some sentences she says make you think she might share your feelings.
The day of the selections has arrived and saying you’re stressed would be an understatement. You didn’t think you’d be that much under pressure. After all, you didn’t even want to get in the team in the first place. Nonetheless, now it matters for you and more particularly, you don’t want to humiliate Chrissy by ruining all her efforts. She really helped you to improve. You finally can do her choreography and you’re amazed by your own flexibility ! Chrissy is a good teacher.
You’re currently in the locker room getting ready. You try to calm your nerves by thinking about the choreography. However, as soon as you can’t remember a step, you panic a bit more. You need a few seconds before remembering it. You’re the last one in the locker room when you’re finally changed. You enjoy this moment of peace to breathe deeply. Closing your locker door, you find Chrissy’s angelic face.
“Don’t stress. You can do it.” she encourages you.
“I’m not so sure. Do I really have to do the selections ? You’re the captain, can’t you do me a favour ?” you ask, desperate.
“I’m not the only one taking the decision. But don’t worry about it. Besides, you know the choreography. I trust you.”
“Not me. I’m not made for this. I want to run. I’m just gonna say I’m sick.”
“No, you worked hard so you’re gonna do it !” Chrissy orders.
“Give me one good reason to do it.”
“If you do it, we’ll go to the movies. Together.” she proposes with a pointing look.
“Together ?” you repeat, unsure if you’re reading between the lines.
“Yeah. I have to go. It’s about to start. Good luck.” she says, suddenly kissing your cheek.
You’re taken aback the second you feel her lips. You don’t move for a second, trying to understand what’s just happened. Did Chrissy just ask you on a date ? Did she just kiss you on the cheek ? You must have imagined all of this ! You hope you didn’t but it’s the only explanation, isn’t it ?
However, you don’t have the time to think more, you have to do the selections. You get a grip on yourself and leave the locker room. You find the other girls who want to get in the team and you think to yourself you won’t be able to do it. They seem more talented than you.
You’re not one of the firsts so you can see the competition and you really think it’s over for you. Once it’s your turn, you get in position and look at the judges. Chrissy gives you an encouraging smile then the music starts and you do your choreography. Surprisingly, you don’t make a misstep - or at least, you don’t notice it. When you’re done, they thank you for coming then it’s the turn of the next candidate. Now, you just have to wait.
The day of the results, you don’t check the board. You can’t see your failure so you avoid it like the plague just like you avoid Chrissy, scared to find her disappointed face. You manage to hide from Chrissy until lunch break. As a precaution, you don’t eat at the school cafeteria. You want to be alone so you go to the art room which is always open. You thought you’d be alone yet Chrissy is determined to find you and she knows you perfectly to know where to search. It doesn’t take her too long to find out where you are.
“Are you avoiding me ?” Chrissy questions with a smile, entering the room.
“What ? No.” you try to justify before admitting defeat, “Alright, I do. I’m scared I failed and I didn’t want to see how disappointed you are.”
“Even if you had failed, I wouldn’t have been disappointed. You did your best.” she affirms walking towards you.
“What do you mean ‘even if I had failed’?” you ask, realising her sentence.
“Congratulations, Y/N Y/L/N, you’re officially a cheerleader.” Chrissy states with a big smile.
“You’re joking ?”
“Not at all !”
At her sentence, you rise from your chair and run towards Chrissy. You take her in your arms whilst she keeps congratulating you. You didn’t think you’d be that happy to be a cheerleader. Actually, you’re happy to see the proud look in Chrissy’s eyes once you break the embrace.
“So, does that mean I won the right to go to the movies with you ?” you question, nervous.
“Even more than that, if you want.” she informs, confusing you.
Chrissy’s face slowly gets closer to yours, giving you the chance to move backward if you want to. When she doesn’t see you moving, she keeps leaning in until your lips are separated by a few inches. Finally, you’re the one who breaks this small barrier by pressing your lips on Chrissy’s. Your heart explodes in your chest as you feel Chrissy’s lips moving against yours. You never felt this happy in your whole life. On top of being a cheerleader, you got your best friend back and your girlfriend.
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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆.˚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.
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