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sarcasticassian · 1 year
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Corroded Coffin’s label want them to do a Christmas song, Chrissy (their manager) tells them over and over that it’s not gonna fly, it’s really not the band’s brand and who is even asking for a Christmas song off them but due to the recent mainstream success of the band the label is not backing down so Chrissy tells the guys what the situation is thinking she’s going to have to deal with an unhappy label and unhappy talent, she immediately lets them know that she’ll try and negotiate a cover or something that they can whip up in no time and then forget about 
but they all surprise her, Eddie the most, Jeff just had a kid with his wife and he’s in good spirits, Grant is married and Gareth has a long term girlfriend so she can maybe understand their tolerance for Christmas but Eddie? Mr anti establishment and hates all things capitalistic etc etc, he LOVES Christmas apparently, he says its about the spirit, people’s giving nature etc also he loves watching people get into physical fights over presents and families tearing into each other over the holidays, it’s kinda funny as an outsider and as someone who has one other family member 
so they put their heads together and even out do what she’s asking by giving her two original songs and a couple of covers, enough for an EP, the label is ecstatic and Chrissy is flabbergasted, the only hitch is that before they record properly Eddie needs a choir of kids (why, Eddie? it’s part of the Christmas spirit Chris, so many songs have them as well, why can’t ours) so to make it interesting the label makes it a competition for local school choirs and a certain Miss Buckley decides to send in a tape because why not right?
except Eddie loves them, the tape doesn’t cut off in time to miss a snarky comment from the kid at the front with the curly hair and the redhead next to him rolls her eyes so hard Eddie is pretty sure she can see the back of her head and he’s charmed, they sound good too so he begs the band to pick them and the other guys really aren’t as invested in this so they say go for it
Robin is over the moon that her choir got chosen, she’s a music teacher at a local middle school where her bestie also teaches history and is beloved by all children apparently, and it helps that the prize is tickets to a Christmas concert Corroded Coffin will be a part of for all the kids so she tells them that world famous band Corroded Coffin is coming to their school to record them for a new song and they go nuts as a bunch of 14 year olds would, Steve is happy for her even though he has no idea who these people are and doesn’t bother looking them up cause what kinda band comes to a random school for a recording of their song
Eddie LOVES the kids when he arrives, they’re delightfully bitchy but obedient enough or respect Robin enough that they listen to both her and him all day and they sound great, he enjoys them so much in fact that he asks if they’d all want to be in the music video, Steve is out sick that day much to everybody’s dismay but once the video shoot is all worked out they need another teacher for health and safety etc so he volunteers to go (not that Robin would’ve given him a choice) and he sees Eddie covered in flakes of fake snow, surrounded by this soft halo of light and is like oh dear when his heart starts pumping double time
Eddie thinks this teacher is a total cutie and all the kids seem to love him, clamouring to point out cool things on set or show him their costumes or just chat to him about their other weekend plans and Eddie is a little smitten, the shoot goes on and the song is about being lonely at Christmas, the other guys’ partners are involved and the original idea was for Eddie to remain alone to really drive in the point (who doesn’t love a sad Christmas song, of course Eddie would write something against the grain) but the label has a sudden change of heart and wants the video to end with Eddie finding someone and Chrissy seizes her chance to play matchmaker so she suggests Steve fills in if he wants before Eddie can protest
Steve is a slightly confused about why they’d pick him until Eddie blurts out that he’s gay and out etc so a guy would make more sense to their fans so Steve, caught up in the moment, says sure why not, and half falls in love with Eddie under the fake snowfall and horribly bright set lights, he knows it’s an act but Eddie is very charming (Eddie isn’t acting) and all their actual audio will be cut because of the song playing over the top so Steve just enjoys himself
when the song and video goes live fans lose it, who is this cute, cute man that Eddie has bagged, it must be his boyfriend right because everybody else’s partner is in the video and Eddie has to quickly clarify that he just met Steve that day but nobody believes him, ‘the chemistry is too good’ so Eddie manages to reach out to Steve and apologise and Steve decides to joke that Eddie should take him for a drink to make up for it but Eddie immediately agrees and that’s how Steve finds himself on a date with a rockstar
(his class go wild after Christmas break and they hear from Miss Buckley about Mr Harrington’s new boyfriend)
(they go wilder when Steve spills in return that Robin has been seeing Chrissy-the-band-manager since the recording at the school back in October)
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glitterfang · 1 year
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I just think they’d be cute together. Canon be damned.
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loudsnapdragon · 3 months
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On The Sleeve of How It Used To Be
7/7 Chapters. 55,000 words. Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham. Rated Mature. teen pregnancy, inspired by Juno (2007), background steddie, coming of age, childhood friends, no monsters AU. Ao3 loudsnapdragon.
Not-so-secret smalltown lesbian Robin Buckley makes a last ditch attempt at heterosexuality by scoring a one night stand with her old bandmate Eddie, but while the sex does successfully confirm the annoying complete disinterest in men she harbors, it kickstarts another clusterfuck for her to deal with. She’s pregnant. And despite her better judgement, she’s keeping the baby. Luckily, she finds a recently wedded Ms. Kelley and Mr Clarke looking to adopt. But to save herself from some of the mortification, of ya’know; blowing up like a hormonal balloon throughout her Junior year, she decides to not tell anyone who the daddy is. Not the daddy himself, not her parents, not even her favorite dingus. But as is the luck of your regular outcast pregnant sixteen-year-old, someone finds out. And like many secrets, Chrissy Cunningham doesn't make it easy to keep.
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If they were normal, then the sex would have been really sweet. Eddie would say something like, ‘I’ve wanted this for ages.’ And Robin would say ‘I know.’ And then he would say something goofy and cute like, ‘Wizard.’
But unfortunately for them, the second after she settled on his lap, her knees brushing against the faded leather of the Munson trailer’s shabby couch, she realised three things.
One: There is a limit to Eddie’s goofy cuteness. He is charming, but not charming enough to pull off a stupid catchphrase like ‘Wizard.’ And the first thing he said after he entered Robin wasn’t ‘I’ve wanted this for ages’, it was: ‘Is it meant to make that noise?’
Two: The goofy-cute limit is reached far quicker when Eddie is naked, his worryingly too pink erection pressing into her thigh.
Three: This probably isn’t Eddie’s fault. Because Robin understood, suddenly, but sadly too slowly as to stop the trajectory of her first brave adventure into sex, she’s definitely gay. Super gay. The dykiest dyke to ever dyke. This ain't a switch she can unflip like Chrissy did. 
She goes through with it. Because there’s a pesky hope that she could make this work. That she might be gay, but maybe Eddie’s long hair and big lips and dangly earrings could trick her gay ass mind. She finishes the ordeal thanks to a sachet of lube and a traitorous condom he theatrically whipped out his wallet prior. She’s never been a great actress, but she thinks, maybe this time, she’ll convince them all.
Eddie kisses her forehead after he finishes. Keeps on asking if she’s alright, so she knows she didn’t put on a good enough show.
Six weeks later, stone sky ripping into the clouds, the distant haze of woodsmoke trailing the horizon, the suburban roofs shining like jewels in the cold sun, she buys a bottle of Sunny Delight from Melvald’s and walks a loop-de-loop back to Main Street. She’s loath to admit it, but sometimes Hawkins really is beautiful.
‘Well, if it isn’t Birdie, the future mother to be, back again at the nest.’
She throws the third pregnancy test into the trash by the store’s entrance.
‘Jesus Murray, try some sympathy. How did you even get a job here.’
‘Joyce is sweet on me.’ Murray shrugs from behind the counter of Melvald's, holding the bathroom key back like a prize, waiting for her to pay for the fresh pregnancy test she tossed by the register. ‘This is your fourth test today, not like your latest orange delight is going to switch the pee-pee situation.’
‘God, silence old man. Just give me the key.’
‘Pay for the pregnancy test when you’re done. Don’t think it’s yours just because you marked it with your urine!’
She snatches the key and hides away in the store’s toilet, twisting her wrist under her crotch and peeing on the stick with a creeping familiar ease. She walks out to the store, slapping the test against her palm as she waits, trying to shake out the most likely result, considering her lack of period and extremely sensitive nipples, if what Brenda says is true. 
‘That ain’t no etch-a-sketch that can be undid, dearie.’
She throws Murray the finger, but sure enough, a minute later, that evil pink plus sign appears for the fourth time, cementing her impending doom.
So she does what she normally does when faced with impending doom. She buys a pack of Red Vines, ignores Murray, and cycles over to Steve’s place.
‘Are you going to go Sunnyvale or Women Now? Cos’ I remember Carol saying you need a note from your parents if you go to Sunnyvale.’
Steve’s parents are never home, so they’re spread out over the couches talking aloud about her impending doom, because the Harringtons are the type of rich to have three couches, all of them ugly.
‘I’ll think I’ll go to Women Now, cos’ ya’ know, they help women now.’
‘Yeah, I get ya.’ Steve says, sitting feet up on his couch. ‘How did you even generate enough pee for four pregnancy tests? That’s amazing.’
‘I drank ten tonnes of Sunny D.’
‘Jesus Birdie, that’s so much sugar. Your teeth are going to fall out.’
‘Doesn’t really matter if my teeth fall out if I’m dead first.’
‘Hey.’ Steve swings his leg down, throws a pillow over the coffee table and on to her couch, smiling when it hits her square on the forehead.
‘Ow.’
‘You’re not going to die. No one is going to find out. We’ll get it sorted, okay? Just tell me the time for the appointment and I’ll pick you up after.’
He looks so stupid. His floppy hair flat on his forehead, that Weird Al shirt he only wears to make Dustin happy, and those ugly basketball shorts that are two sizes too small, cos' like a freak of nature, he’s only gained thigh muscle since quitting the team. She wants to grab him by the apples of his cheeks and smush him a like a golden retriever.
‘You look stupid.’
He smiles. ‘Right back at ya.’
‘I’m going to abort the hell out of this baby.’
‘Fuck yeah, you are.’
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Chrissy "morning person" gf x Robin "will most likely fall asleep on her girlfriend while she makes breakfast" gf
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whoringrove · 8 months
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Lord of Shadows
Pairing(s): Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington, Jason Carver x Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley x Vickie x Chrissy Cunngingham, Jonathan Byers x Nancy Byers, Joyce Byers x Jim Hopper Universe: Stranger Things Summary: Coming up on the release of his latest album release Billy Hargrove a highly revered and awarded rock musician chooses an unknown reporter, Steve Harrington, to interview him ahead of the release. Where Steve will get to know the details, get a front row seat into Billy's writing process, and get to know the heart of the album. Rating: Teen Word Count: 1.4k Chapters: 1/?
part one | part two | part three
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Steve pressed pause on the recorder, rewound it back a few seconds then pressed play again. He’d been stuck on the same clip for almost a minute now. For some reason, on this exact moment, the recording was muffled and it was hard to discern what the other person was saying.
He had a rough idea, could still somewhat remember what had been said when interviewing them, but he liked his transcriptions to be as precise as possible. Especially when it came to something as important as talking about the process of someone’s new album release.
Disconsolate words came from the recorder, muffled words that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make out what was said. He sighed, running a hand down the length of his tired face. He was just about ready to give up, but the article was scheduled for release tomorrow morning and he’d be damned if he missed the deadline.
He sat up straight and grabbed the pair of earbuds he kept in the drawer of his desk. He was about the plug them into his ears when a rapid knock sounded from behind him. He jerked, hitting his knee against the underside of the table and yelped, turning to face whoever it was with just a slight of flush of crimson crawling up the length of his face and neck.
“Jesus, Harrington” Robin said, a shit-eating grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Whatever,” Steve said, rubbing at his now aching knee. “What do you want?”
“I was told to retrieve you.”
Steve averted his gaze, turning back to face the computer with a half-complete article just begging to be finished for publication. “For who?” he asked, reading over a paragraph in hopes that it would spark something in his brain to remember the rest of the conversation he’d had with Mr. Bauman about his new indie/folk album.
“Joyce,” Robin stated matter-of-factually.
This prompted Steve to stop what he was doing and turn to face her again. His mouth was agape and his eyes were set wide in shock. He brought a hand up and pointed to himself. “Me? Joyce wants to see me?”
Robin rolled her eyes. “Yes. Did I not make that abundantly clear?”
Steve bolted out of his chair and almost fell on his face from trying to get up so fast.
The walk from his cubicle to Joyce’s is relatively short, but made long by stragglers who made it nearly impossible to walk anywhere without bumping into them. They lingered in doorways and the hall talking to fellow employees instead of working on their own articles in preparation for tonights deadline.
He hurried along, muttering a chorus of excuse me’s as he pushed his way through. Joyce didn’t like to be kept waiting. As he walked along the corridor that led to her office, he tried pulling himself together as much as he could so that he didn’t look as haggard as he felt.
The door was already open so he didn’t have to worry about knocking. Joyce was hovering over her desk talking on the phone. When she sees him she beckons him in with an absentminded wave that Steve obliges, taking a seat in the chair across from her.
There’s a sense of unbridled anticipation that runs through him as he sits, waiting for the call to end. He looks around Joyce’s office, eyes falling to the desk laden with piles of paperwork and framed drawings her youngest son Will had drawn for her.
Joyce was stern and didn’t take shit from anyone. But she had a soft spot for her children and prided herself on being a good mom, an excellent one at that if her three children had anything to say about it.
The call ended a minute or so later. Joyce threw herself back into her chair with an exasperated sigh, running a hand through her hair. She leans back, straightening out her shoulders has her gaze meets Steve’s. They stare into each others eyes for a few moments before Joyce speaks.
“I’m not gonna beat around bush,” she said, averting her gaze to the computer screen illuminating a white-blue glow onto her face. “Billy Hargrove and his team are inquiring about an exclusive. An article detailing all the gritty details about his new album, the inspiration, the writing process, and the whole heart of the album.”
Holy shit! Steve thought. He was growing giddy by the second. But why the hell are you telling me?
Steve breaks off into a world of his own for a few moments, not even realizing Joyce had started speaking again ‘til it was too late and he had already missed part of what she’d said.
“I told his people he should let us appoint him to someone with more than a years worth of experience, but he nearly had a conniption,” she said, leaning forward and resting her clasped hands on the desk. “He requested you specifically. He said it’s you, or he’s out.”
“Me?” Steve didn’t make a habit of being gob smacked, but this was the second time in five minutes he had been shocked someone was interested in speaking with him.
“I’ll be honest,” Joyce said, opening a new tab on her computer so that she could email the details to Steve and he could read them once he had returned to his cubicle. “That was my reaction as well, but it’s what Hargrove wants so I have to be willing to oblige.”
She turned her computer to face Steve to show him an email from someone named Peter Callahan, whom Steve can only assume is Billy Hargrove’s publicist.
From: Phil Callahan To: Byers, Joyce Cc: Max, Tommy H., Gordie It’s Steve Harrington or Billy’s out.
Steve spent a long few moments in a stunned silence, eyes glued to the computer screen before he’s broken from his momentary reverie by Joyce turned the screen back to face her. He’s a little starstruck that Billy Hargrove would want anything to do with him at all.
“Do you know Billy Hargrove?” Joyce queried, her demeanor and tone of voice taking on a more stern form. “Is that what’s happening here?
His brows furrowed. Confused, Steve shook his head. “No,” he said. “I’ve heard a few of his songs but that’s it.”
Steve had heard most of the radio hits, or a song here and there when they’d play randomly on Spotify, but he knew he liked what he had heard. Some enough to even add them to a playlist or two.
“So you have no personal connection to him?”
Steve shook his head in reply. Of course he didn’t. And deep down he’s sure Joyce knew that fact, she was just trying to conjure up some reason in her mind as to why Billy could possibly want Steve to interview him for a Ronan exclusive.
Joyce surveyed him for a long few moments. “Fine,” she said as she pushed herself back from the desk and stood. “You’ll just have to do. But don’t, and I mean don’t fuck this up. This could be big for us. You, me, Ronan Media. We need this.”
Steve nodded in affirmation. “Of course, ma’am. I’ll do my best.”
“See to it that you do. I’m counting on you,” Joyce said. “Now go finish that Murray Bauman piece.”
Steve rose to his feet and with one final lingering look at Joyce’s determined face he turned on his heels and left, pushing his back through the crowd of stragglers that dotted the halls back to his cubicle.
When he turned the corner into his cubicle, Steve is surprised to see Robin waiting for him. She’s sat at his desk tossing a stress ball up in the air and catching it. When she realized Steve was back she stopped, catching the ball one last time she held it in her fist and sat up, straightening out her posture as she did so. “Holy shit!” she said, upon meeting Steve’s gaze. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Did you get fired or something?”
All Steve could do was shake his head in response. Between the walk was Joyce’s office back to his cubicle the ability to form words, much less string a coherent sentence together had escaped him.
“Then what happened?”
Steve sucked in a breath then said, “Billy . . . Hargrove.”
He’d just been handed the pièce de résistance. One of the most important articles of his career so far. If he did this right it could lead to more.
"Yeah . . ." Robin drawled. "What about him?"
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xstevex-world · 2 years
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We won sapphics!!!
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sarahmadisonxoxo · 10 months
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Somehow Robin is convinced to attend her Senior prom, under the circumstances that Steve goes with her as her ‘date’. She couldn’t bare being alone, and catching a ride with him is far easier than trying to plan anything on her own.
Nancy had planned to help her get ready, taking Robin dress shopping and shoe shopping for the event. Only on the night of prom she’s unable to get back in time to help Robin, getting busy with a school project. Steve before Robin could panic calls Chrissy and ask if she had time to help, if she’d mind helping.
By the time Chrissy gets to his house, she’s got Eddie in tow. He’s no where near as desperate as Robin, but Steve ends up helping him. ( fixing his tie, taming his hair to some degree so it wasn’t quite so frizzy, defining the curls a little more)
“ they are going to be taking pictures and you look insane man.. just sit still”
Chrissy helping Robin with her makeup. Them having a moment Chrissy nearly kisses Robin, caught in each others gaze.
I think Steve would be able to do Robins hair without help. He seems like someone who would secretly know how to work a curling iron and be willing to do a girls hair if he knew them well enough.
Chrissy and Robin would get to have a few dances. People wouldn’t suspect much more than them just being friends. Not wanting to interact with men in the moment.
Steve and Eddie would get a dance also, unfortunately they wouldn’t have the same deniable plausibility, but while they were out smoking to take a break from the crowd, Steve would toss his own cigarette and offer his hand. The music being just loud enough, Steve starts singing along at parts.
“ it’s my favorite song”
“ sure Harrington”
“ what it is? “
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kittybells-writes · 5 months
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I've been hiding for so long, these feelings, they're not gone
stranger things robin & steve, robin/chrissy, steve/eddie no archive warnings apply comfort
Steve combed his fingers through his hair and sighed. He couldn’t believe he had survived through torture from the Russians with this girl, and she somehow still looked just as dreamy while she was beat up and bloody as she did normally. His mind was consumed with thoughts of her, more in the past where they were distracted by survival instincts to think about romance. He didn’t think she liked him though; every time he said something that implied that he liked her, she would give him the cold shoulder, or just not pick up on it at all.
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robinbuckleybingo · 8 months
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autisticgoodman · 2 years
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finally promoting this fic! it’s called your beauty never ever scared me and it’s a cheermelody (robin/chrissy) fic based off of the game the forest. it’s my first time writing a horror story so please be patient as i try to grasp the ropes. if you’re curious about the game but can’t play scary games, i recommend markiplier playing with bob and wade! he also has a series where he plays solo! just search “markiplier the forest” on youtube (i’d link it but my service isn’t amazing on the bus).
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myrealityisbooks · 11 months
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I’m at work so might expand upon later but ‘red wine supernova’ by Chappell Roan is such a robin/Chrissy song sorry I don’t make the rules it fits perfectly
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sarcasticassian · 1 year
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the comedy of errors that would ensue if Steve and Eddie met at a gay bar and they’ve been eyeing each other up for a couple of weeks but Eddie finally stepped up to talk to Steve at the bar and they’re really hitting it off and they’re so into each other but they both notice that the other guy is constantly talking about this Chris/Rob fella
(both of them have no wild stories that don’t feature their bestie sue them)
and so they’re both like damn I really like him but he seems kinda hung up on or in live with this Chris/Rob but they keep talking and both of them think ‘hey maybe just one night is fine’ even though as they talk and get to know each other they’re both like ‘oh no one night is not enough’
this goes on until a drunk, giggly Chrissy barrels over to Eddie, Robin being tugged along behind her who is also very giggly and tells him ‘Robin likes me too Eddie so we’re leaving, hope things are going alright with your boy but I can’t stay, duty calls’ and Robin is telling Steve something similar and ‘don’t come back to the apartment tonight or if you do you can’t complain about the noise because you have been warned’ and then they’re both gone, practically running for the door
‘so that was Chris’ ‘that was Rob’ and OH it clicks and suddenly Steve is throwing money down on the bar and Eddie is sprinting to call a cab and they’re off to Eddie and Chrissy’s place maybe a minute after Robin and Chrissy left
and they live happily ever after or whatever and their kids and grandkids all have to endure this story of mistaken identity
(’dad please, why didn’t you just ask who Rob was, did you not think of that?’)
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glitterfang · 1 year
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Taking Buckingham (Robin/Chrissy) or Steddie doodle prompts - comment or just send me an ask, whatever!
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loudsnapdragon · 5 months
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it's Juno (2007) but buckingham.
On The Sleeve of How It Used To Be
robin/chrissy. minor steve/eddie. mature. 2/4 chapters. read on Ao3, loudsnapdragon. cw: teen pregnancy, brief mention of abortion, non-explicit description of awkward sex.
Not-so-secret smalltown lesbian Robin Buckley makes a last ditch attempt at heterosexuality by scoring a one night stand with her old bandmate Eddie, but while the sex does successfully confirm the annoying complete disinterest in men she harbours, it kickstarts another clusterfuck for her to deal with. She’s pregnant. And despite her better judgement, she’s keeping the baby. Luckily, she finds a recently wedded Ms. Kelley and Mr Clarke looking to adopt. But to save herself from some of the mortification, of ya’ know; blowing up like a hormonal balloon throughout her Junior year, she decides to not tell anyone who the daddy is. Not the daddy himself, not her parents, not even her favorite dingus. But as is the luck of your regular outcast pregnant sixteen-year-old, someone finds out. And like many secrets, Chrissy Cunningham doesn't make it easy to keep.
If they were normal, then the sex would have been really sweet. Eddie would say something like, ‘I’ve wanted this for ages.’ And Robin would say ‘I know.’ And then he would say something goofy and cute like, ‘Wizard.’
But unfortunately for them, the second after she settled on his lap, her knees brushing against the faded leather of the Munson trailer’s shabby couch, she realised three things.
One: There is a limit to Eddie’s goofy cuteness. He is charming, but not charming enough to pull off a stupid catchphrase like ‘Wizard.’ And the first thing he said after he entered Robin wasn’t ‘I’ve wanted this for ages’, it was: ‘Is it meant to make that noise?’
Two: The goofy-cute limit is reached far quicker when Eddie is naked, his worryingly too pink erection pressing into her thigh.
Three: This probably isn’t Eddie’s fault. Because Robin understood, suddenly, but sadly too slowly as to stop the trajectory of her first brave adventure into sex, she’s definitely gay. Super gay. The dykiest dyke to ever dyke. This ain't a switch she can unflip like Chrissy did. 
She goes through with it. Because there’s a pesky hope that she could make this work. That she might be gay, but maybe Eddie’s long hair and big lips and dangly earrings could trick her gay ass mind. She finishes the ordeal thanks to a sachet of lube and a traitorous condom he theatrically whipped out his wallet prior. She’s never been a great actress, but she thinks, maybe this time, she’ll convince them all.
Eddie kisses her forehead after he finishes. Keeps on asking if she’s alright, so she knows she didn’t put on a good enough show.
Six weeks later, stone sky ripping into the clouds, the distant haze of woodsmoke trailing the horizon, the suburban roofs shining like jewels in the cold sun, she buys a bottle of Sunny Delight from Melvald’s and walks a loop-de-loop back to Main Street. She’s loath to admit it, but sometimes Hawkins really is beautiful.
‘Well, if it isn’t Birdie, the future mother to be, back again at the nest.’
She throws the third pregnancy test into the trash by the store’s entrance.
‘Jesus Murray, try some sympathy. How did you even get a job here.’
‘Joyce is sweet on me.’ Murray shrugs from behind the counter of Melvald's, holding the bathroom key back like a prize, waiting for her to pay for the fresh pregnancy test she tossed by the register. ‘This is your fourth test today, not like your latest orange delight is going to switch the pee-pee situation.’
‘God, silence old man. Just give me the key.’
‘Pay for the pregnancy test when you’re done. Don’t think it’s yours just because you marked it with your urine!’
She snatches the key and hides away in the store’s toilet, twisting her wrist under her crotch and peeing on the stick with a creeping familiar ease. She walks out to the store, slapping the test against her palm as she waits, trying to shake out the most likely result, considering her lack of period and extremely sensitive nipples, if what Brenda says is true. 
‘That ain’t no etch-a-sketch that can be undid, dearie.’
She throws Murray the finger, but sure enough, a minute later, that evil pink plus sign appears for the fourth time, cementing her impending doom.
So she does what she normally does when faced with impending doom. She buys a pack of Red Vines, ignores Murray, and cycles over to Steve’s place.
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‘Are you going to go Sunnyvale or Women Now? Cos’ I remember Carol saying you need a note from your parents if you go to Sunnyvale.’
Steve’s parents are never home, so they’re spread out over the couches talking aloud about her impending doom, because the Harrington’s are the type of rich to have three couches, all of them ugly.
‘I’ll think I’ll go to Women Now, cos’ ya’ know, they help women now.’
‘Yeah, I get ya.’ Steve says, sitting feet up on his couch. ‘How did you even generate enough pee for four pregnancy tests? That’s amazing.’
‘I drank ten tonnes of Sunny D.’
‘Jesus Birdie, that’s so much sugar. Your teeth are going to fall out.’
‘Doesn’t really matter if my teeth fall out if I’m dead first.’
‘Hey.’ Steve swings his leg down, throws a pillow over the coffee table and on to her couch, smiling when it hits her square on the forehead.
‘Ow.’
‘You’re not going to die. No one is going to find out. We’ll get it sorted, okay? Just tell me the time for the appointment and I’ll pick you up after.’
He looks so stupid. His floppy hair flat on his forehead, that Weird Al shirt he only wears to make Dustin happy, and those ugly basketball shorts that are two sizes too small, cos' like a freak of nature, he’s only gained thigh muscle since quitting the team. She wants to grab him by the apples of his cheeks and smush him a like a golden retriever.
‘You look stupid.’
He smiles. ‘Right back at ya.’
‘I’m going to abort the hell out of this baby.’
‘Fuck yeah you are.’
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Moodboard for that Buckingham fic I'm working on that will probably never make it to Ao3 but I adore regardless
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson Characters: Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove Additional Tags: Chrissy Cunningham-centric, Gay Panic, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, Eating Disorders, Nipple Play, Praise Kink, Hair-pulling, Internalized Homophobia, Ableist Language, the intrusive fear that a queer woman's desire is synonymous to the male gaze, Insecurity Series: Part 2 of songs that saved your life Summary:
It’s the thing that crawls up to Chrissy when she least expects it, sneaky sneaky, but sudden, like a snowball fight. It leaves her feeling– A bit like all her guts are pressed together, tied in a knot and wrapped in a steel bow. Sweat pools at her collarbones and there��s just this– It’s an itch, like too much texture on the skin, but not nearly enough pressure.
you may find the playlist featured in the fic here
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