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nonbinary-eddie-munson · 1 year

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Finals week was killing Robin. She loved college, loved that the things that made her a weirdo in highscool actually were seen as cool in college. But finals week was going to kill her. She had been pulling late nights in the library every day this week, she was exhausted and just wanted to go home after a long night of studying, only Steve platonic love of her life was late to pick her up and also not picking up his damn phone.

It was well past closing at the library so she couldnt even sit inside until he finally got here meaning she was stuck sitting on the curb and hoping she didnt get kidnapped. Robin was debating just spending the $15 she didnt have on a uber home when a presence made itself known behind her.

Robin jumped to her feet at the sound of someone clearing their throat.

"Fuck! Please dont steal me and sell my organs on the black market, my family has a history of kidney disease so stealing them really really isnt worth it" Robin blurted as she whirrled around almost losing her balance with the quick movement, her hands coming up in front of her in a defensive position only to come face to face with the cutest girl she had ever seen.

"Im sorry i didn't mean to scare you" said the girl as she brought a hand up to stifle her giggles at Robins antics "i was just wondering if you were okay? Its pretty late and i didnt want to leave you out here without checking"

Robin pressed a hand to her chest taking in deep breaths to try and calm her racing heart. "Yeah im okay, my roomate is late picking me up but i think i might just uber home, dont wanna keep sitting out here until someone decides to come steal me and my organs" Robin replied with an awkward laugh "unless of course the uber driver moonlights as an organ stealer then i guess im out a genetically sub-par kidney".

The girl laughed for real this time not bothering to stifle it behind her hand as she smiled at Robin brightly.

"Your name is Robin right? I'm Chrissy, i work in the library part time I've seen you working late every night this week" the girl- Chrissy- said "i could give you a ride home if you want?"

"Oh no i couldnt ask you to do that" Robin replied waving her hands around for emphasis

"Please? I'd feel awful leaving you out here this late, I promise not to steal and sell your kidneys, especially since i know now that i wont make enough off them to cover tuition" Chrissy joked, smiling at Robin brightly.

'I'd give you both my kidneys and my heart if you just keep smiling at me like that' Robin thought, her brain going all fuzzy under the force that was a beautiful girl like Chrissy smiling at her like that.

"If you let me drive you home you can keep your kidneys but maybe we could talk about you giving me your heart over coffee once finals are over?" Chrissy said her smile somehow getting brighter

"Oh god i said that out loud didnt i?" Robin said burying her face in her hands, mortified.

"That you did, now come on im parked over this way" Chrissy said extending a hand out to Robin "we wouldnt want someone to steal your heart and kidneys before we can get that coffee"

"No" Robin replied, removing her hands from her face and reaching out to take Chrissys warm hand in her own "we definitely wouldn't want that"

#finals are killing me so i decided theyre also killing robin #she and I both deserve some fluff though so chrissy is here to save the day #steve accidentally fell asleep after his shift which is why he didnt pick up robin. i think he'll be forgivin though #since robin is getting a date out of it #and a girlfriend bc the date is gonna go amazing #steve is 100% gonna take credit for thwm getring together in his best man speech #anyways this was inspired by my own late night at the library #buckingham #buckingham fic #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #goodnight beloveds i am exhausted #buckingham ficlet #stranger things ficlet

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steveharrington · 2 years

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why would you want this. did you watch the season

#imagine if shifting was real and you popped into existence just in time to do the chrissy crunch #to clarify if it seems like i’m making fun of someone for believing in shifting it’s because i am

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nances · 2 years

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I’m gonna get cancelled for this but someone has to say it…. i have beef with the way sapphic senate fans give chrissy so many headcanons and ships when she really only had 2 minutes of screentime

Barbara Holland is right there

I’m about to revive #JusticeForBarb fr because why are y’all ignoring an actually gay coded plus size girl that was there since season 1 😕

spreading my Kali Prasad agenda as well, seeing as i’m a day 1 robali champion… come on guys put some respect on my girl’s name

#maybe i could get involved and rebrand the sapphic senate or something bc obviously you can’t enforce a paradigm shift by not engaging at al #i hate the way season 4 made such a huge faction of the fan base be all about deddie and chrissy #JUST my thots and onions though!#might delete later

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eddiemunsonsimpp · 2 years

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🦋Masterlist🦋

I finally decided to make a masterlist ! Requests are open🖤 luv u guys

🦋 fluff

🥀 angst

🌶 smut

Fics:

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First fight | Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson Reader🥀🦋

Childhood Memories | Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson Reader🦋

Distracted | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader🌶

Hellfire | Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson Reader🦋

Feral | Vampire Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌶🥀(VERY 18+) part 2

Love at first Reconnect | Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson Reader🦋 part two part three

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Drabbles:

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Eddie Munson x Reader 🦋

A little too Much | Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson Reader 🦋

Firsts | Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham 🦋🥀🌶

Eddie x The Five Love Languages(series)🦋

#eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fics #shifting #shifting stories #stranger things #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson angst #stranger things angst #angst with a happy ending

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doubtingthomasin · 2 years

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kinktober: hellcheer edition

prompt 7: praise for service word count: 3.2k

MINORS DNI

*checks both word counts* this is LONGER than yesterday's what the fu

@viharker

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Eddie and Chrissy peel out of the parking lot once the jocks are gone, and she laughs as he whoops and hollers in triumph.

“Jesus Christ, that was awesome!” he exclaims, punctuating the last word with a slap to the steering wheel.

She’s catching her breath from laughing so hard, finally able to reply. “Thank you for talking me into it.”

He guffaws again in disbelief. “Uh, thank you for blowing me into next week.”

“Eddie!” she squeals, shoving his shoulder in faux outrage as they both snicker again.

“I will not apologize,” he states, trying to focus on the road. “Your mouth is absolute heaven.”

She’s rendered speechless, the compliment surging its way down her body, striking hot between her legs. She pulls her feet up on the seat, squeezing her thighs as she stares at the dash, contemplating. He glances at her every few seconds, but he knows his words didn’t go too far by the relaxed smile on her face, her thumbnail caught between her teeth.

“I meant what I said.”

She takes a moment to surface from her reverie, finally turning to him. “About what?”

He bites his lip briefly, looking ahead at the road. “You’re next.”

Chrissy swallows, breathing suddenly uneven as he accelerates, and she can’t take her eyes off him. Not that she wants to, of course. She unfastens her seatbelt, and his eyes flick over to see her moving toward him, her lips finding his neck. He growls as she devours him, pressing into the dainty hand that caresses the skin under his ear. It feels so good he wants to close his eyes, but obviously–

“You’re trying to make me wreck, aren’t you, princess?” he groans, his hands white-knuckled around the wheel.

She leans back quickly, laughing lightly. “Sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Oh, I do.” He can’t resist the urge to touch her anymore, one hand finding her knee and squeezing. His heart leaps as she rests a hand over his. “And you don’t ever have to apologize for kissing me.”

“Okay.” And it sounds so small that he’s worried, but one short look at her pink cheeks puts his mind at ease.

God, he can’t wait to get her home.

Although, they never agreed that was where they were going after school. He swallows nervously, about to ask when she speaks first.

“Can we go to your place?” Chrissy almost blurts. It’s obvious that she’d been considering the question for a few moments, almost hiding her face behind her knees after the words come out.

It’s one of the cutest things he’s ever seen in his life, and his dimples show as he beams. “Of course.”

It’s only a few more minutes to the trailer park, and they’re both disappointed but not surprised to see that Wayne’s still home. It’s only creeping up on six o’clock and the sun hasn’t even set. Eddie sighs, engine still running as he expects Chrissy to change her mind. He’s only waiting for her to say.

“We can wait,” she decides, and he raises his eyebrows at her in surprise but she just shrugs. “I don’t wanna go home.”

It’s his instinct to dig deeper into that, because something’s definitely going on in the Cunningham household, and her obvious apprehension over being there makes Eddie want to never take her back there. Something in his gut tells him it’s got to be pretty bad, because she basically lives in a mansion. But he forces the questions down, not wanting to scare her off when things just started between them. “Yeah, you don’t have to. We can just…study or talk D&D for a while.”

She instantly perks up and her shoulders relax. “That sounds good.”

They walk into the trailer, Eddie carrying her backpack over one shoulder and nodding wordlessly to his uncle, who’s reading his newspaper on the couch as they attempt to pass. “Attempt” being the key word.

“Hey, you two,” Wayne begins casually, their tracks stopping dead at the beginning of the hallway. “Come ‘ere, I wanna talk to you.”

Eddie’s already rolling his eyes. “Fuck,” he whispers, Chrissy pursing her lips against a laugh. They turn around, shuffling back to stand in front of Wayne. “Yeah?”

“I gotta go in early tonight. Some extra maintenance needs doin’ in the area I work in.” The clouds part and the sun instantly shines bright in Eddie’s mind, and it shows on his face before he can quell it. Wayne points a warning finger and his nephew’s already shaking his head. Don’t do this, don’t do this, don’t do this. “Keep the funny business to a minimum, got it?”

Chrissy’s staring at the carpet, eyes widening as Eddie throws up his hands. “Wayne, just shoot me. It’d be less painful than this conversation.”

Wayne gruffs, turning back to his newspaper. “Not ready to be a grandpa yet, alls I’m sayin’.”

“Jesus f–okay, yep, we’re going,” Eddie says quickly, turning Chrissy’s shoulders and pushing her in front of him as they hurry down the hall.

“And nothin’ while I’m here, for the love of God!” he calls after them.

“Don’t need to worry about that, man, you’re cold water personified!” Eddie slams his bedroom door shut, running his hands through his hair. “Jesus H. Christ, that was mortifying.” But Chrissy says nothing, and he turns to see her doubled over in silent laughter.

“I…love…your uncle,” she struggles out, landing on the edge of the bed as she cackles. “He knows you too well.”

“Oh, glad my embarrassment is so hilarious, Cunningham,” he jests lightly, plopping down beside her. She teeters on the edge a bit before falling backward with a squeak, covering her mouth. He’s never wanted to kiss her so badly, but he knows it’ll be the catalyst to what Wayne had just requested they not do.

He eventually gets up to turn on his stereo, the mere sound of her breathing proving too tempting as they try to study. The speakers blared suddenly, making them both jump as he turns the volume knob to a more acceptable level for company, and he mouths an apology as he returns to her side.

They got a decent amount of studying in after just an hour, so they move on to D&D talk. He can’t help but pepper in some details about the upcoming campaign he’s still planning, and she listens in fascination even though she doesn’t understand every term yet. He rattles on about wights and shadow dragons, his hands and facial expressions animated, and she can’t believe she’s lucky enough to see this side of him. Because if people really knew him, they’d love him just as much as she–

She blinks, the realization snapping her eyes down to the bedspread in momentary panic. Thankfully, he doesn’t notice, and she returns to watching him after a bit, pushing her newfound feelings down deep in case it’s too soon.

Around eight, Eddie leaves the room to get himself a soda and her a glass of water. He still isn’t exactly sure what they’re going to do, but he definitely wants to be sober while doing it. He returns to the outro of “Heaven and Hell” playing as well as the revelation that Chrissy’s removed her capris.

He swallows thickly as he sets the drinks on his bedside table. “Thank you,” she says. And that’s all she says, taking a long drink before setting the glass down and returning to her homework.

“Is the music distracting?” he asks as evenly as possible, which isn’t very, as he soaks up the sight of her. She’s laying the length of his bed, resting on her forearms as her ankles cross behind her.

“No.” She doesn’t look up, and it’s not from a lack of interest. It’s from how hard her cheeks are burning at being half-naked in front of him.

“Cool.” A second or two passes, and he settles down beside her close enough for their arms to touch. Chrissy finally looks over and notices that his shirt’s nowhere to be seen, which makes her laugh. “What? Two can play this game, baby.” He moves a few stray locks of her hair before leaning in to kiss her neck, the vibration of his moan tickling her soft skin. “Is this distracting?”

“Yes,” she breathes, shutting her papers and pencil in the textbook. It’s only when she moves to throw it on the floor that she notices his bedroom door is wide open. “Eddie! You left the–” And her words turn to a yelp as he grabs her from behind, continuing the task of marking her neck. “He…he’s gone, isn’t he?”

He stops to whisper in her ear. “Left a while ago.” Before he can kiss her again, her sharp elbow collides with his ribcage and he jerks back, chuckling as his head hits the pillow.

“You could’ve said something,” she chides, the slight irritation fading fast the more he laughs until she’s laughing as well.

“You really thought I’d shame you like that,” he states with a tsk, lacing his hands behind his head.

“Well, we did just fool around in a public place,” she points out, shifting to see him better. She’d seen him without a shirt before but never in such good lighting, and it was truly a sight. His arms are bigger than she’d expected, tattoos standing out sharply against his pale skin, the trail of hair from his belly button inviting her lower again.

“I only meant we should make out, sweetheart, I promise.” His crooked grin returns, jaw clenching as he gazes at her. “You’re the one who…well, you definitely went the extra mile.” He watches the smile slowly melt from her face, looking down in shame, and he’s furiously racking his brain for what he said to cause that. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“You’re right,” she mumbles. “I’m pushing this too far, too quickly. I’m sorry.” She’s never felt like such a slut before, and it draws out the very thing he doesn’t want her to say. “I mean–no, I really am sorry.”

“No, no, no,” he counters softly, already up off the pillow and rubbing her shoulders, “that’s not what I meant at all, Chrissy.”

“Yeah, but…only sluts move this fast.”

The ridiculous nature of what she just said has him reeling instantly. What the actual fuck? “Who told you that?”

She shrugs, still not looking him in the eye. “Who hasn’t?”

His heart breaks for her as he lifts a hand to guide her face toward him, looking deeply into her shining eyes. “They’re wrong. Life’s way too fucking short to worry about what other people think anyway.” She nods and he copies her. “Besides, you’re such a good girl all the time, you deserve to be a little wild. If that’s what you want.”

Another compliment that goes straight to her clit. How does he do that? “Am I?”

His stomach flips pleasantly as he realizes what she needs, his eyes flashing. “Yeah. You’re a very good girl, baby. Come here.”

He pulls her in himself, though, kissing her gently. He lays back down and brings her along, her soft little whines filling his head as she lays on top of him. Now that she’s where they both want her, his hands trail up and down her sides, thick fingers spreading over her back as they make out. He moves his lips to her neck, kissing tenderly before finally asking. “Can I lay you down, beautiful?”

“Yeah,” she barely manages, heart hammering in her throat as he rolls her over. She feels a little dizzy as he captures her mouth again, her hands combing into his hair as he becomes a comforting weight on her chest. They keep going and his hand trails down her thigh, under her knee to hook one leg around him, repeating the process with the other.

It’s then that he sits up, his thumbs making circles on her hips, tugging lightly at her panties. “Is it okay?”

“Uh-huh.” She nods, wishing he didn’t need her to talk. It’s getting more difficult the more he touches her.

As he slides her underwear down her legs, he speaks. “I need to know exactly what you want tonight…so I don’t go too far.”

Great. More talking. But there is one thing she can say to make it crystal clear. “I want you inside me.”

He thinks he might have a heart attack.

She worries for a moment that she really did go too far, until he speaks again, moaning. “Oh, I can’t wait to feel that sweet little cunt of yours around me.”

“Eddie,” she gasps, and he’s too far away above her. Eyes dazed, he bends her legs up to her chest, keeping them up there with one forearm as he uses his other hand to stroke gently over her thighs and ass.

“You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart,” he croons, his fingers tantalizingly close to her center and she twitches. “D’you know how often I lay in this bed at night, dreaming about that perfect body of yours?”

“I’m not perfect, Eddie,” she argues immediately, whimpering as he finally caresses her opening with a low groan.

“Yeah, you are, too.” His fingers slide easily through her wet heat, spreading it over and up to her clit. She cries out when he bumps that sweet spot so he focuses on the nub, rubbing his fingers side to side rapidly and groaning again at her helpless little mewls. Shit, he’s rock hard already. “You sound so sweet, babydoll. So pure and innocent.”

The last sentence rolls her stomach and she almost starts crying. “I’m not a virgin.”

A flare of jealousy hits him, fading mercifully fast. “You don’t need to be, honey. You’re perfect just how you are.” He recognizes her quick little whines, signaling that she’s close already. “That’s it, baby, come for me. I need to taste how sweet you are again.”

That sends her over the edge, and as her body jerks, two fingers plunge in deep to give her something to bear down on. She screams, pulsing around him, her head hitting the pillow as she tries to arch up in vain. He lets go while she’s still shaking, removing his fingers and spreading her legs. His lips close around her lower ones, licking and sucking her clean as she wails, tongue dipping inside to gather every last bit of her before swallowing.

“You taste so fucking good,” he praises, raising up to undo his jeans and release the insane amount of pressure on his cock. She’s panting, still coming down from her orgasm when he hovers over her, his fingers playing under the edge of her shirt. “Can I see everything, princess?”

She’s not sure why he’s asking since he’s already seen her naked before, but it has her insides tightening again all the same. She nods as they both pull her blouse up and over her shirt, and he palms her breasts a little while she lowers the straps. As soon as she’s exposed, his fingers circle her nipples, flipping at them and pinching lightly. She’s crying his name, holding his wrists as he fondles her.

“God you’re so pretty, just how I always imagined you.” His voice keeps breaking but he doesn’t even care. “All those short skirts, your hair fixed all nice and perfect, begging for someone to mess it up.”

“Eddie, please.” There’s no sound to the words, just air.

“Those long, slender legs and that tight little ass.” His voice gets lower as he moves closer, laying off her breasts so she can focus on his words. “You’re my perfect little girl, Chrissy Cunningham.”

She gasps again, hands tightening around his wrists. And it’s torture, but he has to lean away to dive a hand into his nightstand drawer and grab a condom. After pushing his boxers down and kicking them and his jeans the rest of the way off, he meets her eye again. “Still want me, baby?”

“Yes, Eddie, please,” she sobs quietly, his eyes falling closed at hearing her beg so beautifully.

“God, I love you.” He swallows her surprised squeak, making her taste herself as he lines himself up with her pussy, sinking in a fraction of an inch. He breaks away from her as she whimpers again, trying to pull more of him in. He briefly wonders if she knows she’s doing that.

Only briefly, because his heart stops when she says, “I love you, too.”

He exhales sharply as if she punched him, a soft smile spreading across his face. His hands grab her wrists in return, remembering how she responded in Jason’s car, and pinned them both above her head. “Yes, yes, yes,” she babbles, continuing louder as he presses in a few more inches.

He moans at the sensation of finally being inside her, going a little deeper. Her words stop, her eyes rolling back and he realizes he must’ve brushed her g-spot. He pulls out a little, pushes back in the same amount. Does it again. Lightly fucks her until she’s shaking again, incapable of saying anything. But, oh, he’ll say plenty.

“You’re so fucking tight around me,” he breathes, hissing every time she clenches. “Such a good girl, Chrissy, such a good little girl.” He keeps it up, rough, short thrusts that have her writhing until her body snaps and her voice returns, screaming for all she’s worth. “That’s it, baby, scream my name.”

“Eddie, fuck!” And he knows it’s not an order but he treats it as one, sinking into her sopping pussy until he’s balls deep, fucking her soundly into his mattress. He lets go of her wrists to wrap his arms around her, holding her through her release as he chases his own.

“You’re so perfect, taking my dick so well, baby,” She’s growling on every hard thrust, every sharp snap of his hips into hers as oversensitivity kicks in, but she wishes he’ll never have to stop, that he can keep fucking her forever. He’s hitting her clit almost every pass, making her curse, and the sound of it carries him over the edge as he yells into her neck, slower thrusts as she drains him dry.

He notices she’s whining again, and it’s all he can do to shove his hand in between them and rub her frantically until she’s convulsing again. Her nails dig into his back, and he lets out one more pained groan as she clenches on him again before he pulls out.

Eddie rolls off her, both of them panting into the muggy air around them. The music’s still playing, the only thing breaking up the silence. And as the semi-quiet drags on, as their breathing returns to normal, he starts to worry.

“Uh, did you–” He swallows nervously, rephrasing. “Was that…okay?”

“‘Okay’?” She rolls into him with an almost delirious laugh, leaning up to kiss him deeply. “I think three orgasms is a little better than ‘okay.’” He chuckles low in his chest, their smiles fading as they look into each other’s eyes. She brushes a hand over his cheek, leaving sparks on his skin. “Do you really love me?”

“Yeah,” he assures her, holding that hand in his own. “I really do.”

Chrissy smiles again in disbelief. But just like with everything else he’d said, she’ll have to trust he’s telling the truth now, too.

With one more kiss, she realizes she does.

“I really love you, too.”

#i listened to the album as i proofread #they were fucking all through 'die young' if anyone's curious lmao #*'walk away' comes on*#eddie mentally: too fuckin late #this was longer than i meant for it to be but it's the FIRST TIME for them it had to be good #eddissy #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer kinktober #evan's writing #if there are random tense shifts no there aren't #lmao i really check for them i really do g o d #have i mentioned how much i fucking love wayne?#no?#well i do

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flowers-that-sing · 9 months

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guys im back in my camp camp era

#bobbi babbling #camp camp #drawing fanart #once im finished with my camp camp oc page.#how would u guys feel #about me drawing stranger things but in camp camp…#the kids would be campers and steve robin nancy eddie jonathan argyle eden vickie chrissy and barb would all be counsellors #cameron campbell would be jim hopper obviously.#btw that is like a LOT of counselors for a series with 2 . so my idea is #either they take 2 person shifts #or only 2-4 of yhem are actually counsellors #and the rest of them are like #random townies #or they’re just siblings to the campers #yk. they have relations and shit but #too many counselors for this show #when half the show is ‘the campers are doing insane shit and there are NOT enough counselors to watch them’

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ghostlypawn · 2 years

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the way quarantine changed the way a large chunk of people consume tv is so obvious to me and it needs to change asap

#like not even from a binging pov #but fandom wise ppl r so much more fucking weird and obsesive about their shows #biggest examples to me is #euphoria s1 was like pretty chill and everyone was like yes this is a good show #s2 comes around and its literally all everyone is talking about for that month the memes r over the top and overused #but it means they convinently ignore any important themes and character choices #and it feels like ppl r watching the show to talk about and meme it rather than just watch it for their own sake which is w/e but weird #and then STRANGER THINGS #st has always had a big fandom but its never been that weird imo #like s3 came out and obvs everyone talked about it but no one was THAT obsessive about it #(except maybe some IT fans that overlapped tht r obsessed w finn)#but s4 came out and once again people are so weird w how they interact w it #making so many unfunny tiktok audios and running them into the ground (chrissy wake up)#and being obsessively weird about joe quinn as if theyve never liked a celeb before #like no other actor (except maybe finn but even then i dont think it was ever this bad) got treated this way from the show #like stalking taking pics asking the chrissy girl what he smells like??? its all very invasive and everyones forgotten how to act #i cant be the only one to have notice this weird shift in how ppl consume these show #maybe its just bc a bunch of 13 year olds are watching for the first time and havent learnt how to act #but even then there will always be 13 year olds #and im not saying ppl have never acted this way bc they have but it was always on a smaller scale where a large majority were like ehh #i blame the mcu tiktok and hp

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gonegrove · 2 years

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[HURLS A VERY SMALL BILLY/CHRISSY THING AT YOUR HEADS]

note: this is likely fairly early on in their relationship before Chrissy gets a truly full picture of Billy. Also I write Chrissy as very on the meek and fearful end (at least in her own mind and in this context) which plays into her perceptions. Basically a wee little blurb to get the idea out of my head and take stab at a voice for Chrissy.

(this is a repost from my blog hardestgrove which has been sent to hell by tumblr glitches twice.)

The cruel comment is barely out of her mother’s mouth and something about Billy shifts. Something that makes Chrissy worried.

“Oh I don’t know about that Mrs. Cunningham. I knew a lot of pretty girls back in California, real model material, and I’d say Chrissy as them all beat easy.”

He’s smiling the same charming polite smile as before but there’s something mean about it now. Everything about him feels meaner, more dangerous. even the hand on her back scares her a little now. But there’s also a thrill running through her— a mix of horror and vicious glee.

Her mother respects Billy more than she does Chrissy, he’s handsome, smart, a star player and from a much more impressive place than Indiana. Plus he’s a boy. To her mother he’s obviously going places and unlike Chrissy.Her mother doesn’t know his reputation reputation like Chrissy does, even if Chrissy’s larger come to see past it by now at the real Billy. And Billy’s looking her dead in the eye and contradicting her on that thought, that Chrissy is ugly and thus not worth anything.

Chrissy knows about his temper, how he gets into fights and things. It scared her a little —a lot— at first, she’s so weak and he’s so strong. She always thought about how it could get used against her. Thought that maybe she should’ve just accepted Jason’s attempts and not let Billy sweep her off her feet, how that would’ve probably have been safer. It never occurred to her that he might defend her. No one ever defended her. She was still scared —Chrissy was always scared, of everything— but maybe she also felt a little better?

As her mother floundered to recover and save face in front the nice young man she was hoping would put up with Chrissy, Chrissy herself felt a little more safe. The wound the remark had made soothed just a bit. Chrissy couldn’t stand up for herself, but her boyfriend was mean and scary and he could take on anyone and anything. And he’d do it for her.

#cunningrove #billy hargrove #chrissy cunningham #stranger things fanfic #writing.doc #ngl i love the concept unhinged!billy and neurotic!chrissy as a couple #she is a pomeranian that is scared of everything and he's a badly trained pitbull and somehow they get along really well lol #i love playing around with billy's Acting Modes bc this boy is a GREAT actor fgfsdgdfgd and chrissy is HYPERSENSITIVE to people's moods #bc she's keyed up waiting for trouble so she notices all his shifts when no one else does #the ancient texts

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pastelbatfandoms · 2 months

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Stranger Things dr Memories

I had a dream or memory before I woke up this morning. So in my dr Eddie and Chrissy are alive and them, Billy and I are all best friends, but if this is anything to go off of our relationships progress…In my memory we were in Eddie's trailer having a party, why not Chrissy's? My guess is because her parents don't agree with her choice in boyfriends, we were smoking & drinking then decided to play spin the bottle which proceeded with us all making out with one another…That's as far as it went.

But then I had some short memories of going on dates with both Eddie and Billy together. Also going to school with Eddie and Billy being too close and students questioning their sexuality,so they play along and flirt with each other. One guy asked "So which one's the bottom?" Billy smirks at him and says "What do you think?" Then turns to Eddie, "Come on babe." Eddie comes up to him putting a hand around his waist, "Coming Darling." While Chrissy and I are laughing in the corner.

Given we're still in HS I think this is before Vecna. Then us in the cafeteria, sitting together, Billy getting jealous of how close Eddie is with Steve,cause he doesn't want Steve taking away his only real friend…I calm him down from where I'm sitting on the table while he hugs me around the waist. Eddie just grins at him trying to tell him they're still BFF's. Then rubs my thigh. (Which is usually where his hands are I noticed) Then Chrissy shows up kisses me and sits on Eddie's lap. So yes I think this develops into a poly relationship, which is interesting given Billy had a problem with me liking Steve but not Eddie…

#personal #stranger things #reality shifting #desired reality #dr memories #billy hargrove #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #My OC #Mandy Moorington #polyamory

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hardestgrove · 2 years

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[HURLS A VERY SMALL BILLY/CHRISSY THING AT YOUR HEADS]

The cruel comment is barely out of her mother’s mouth and something about Billy shifts. Something that makes Chrissy worried.

“Oh I don’t know about that Mrs. Cunningham. I knew a lot of pretty girls back in California, real model material, and I’d say Chrissy as them all beat easy.”

#stranger things fanfic #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham #cunningrove #i'll let yall figure out the ship name lol #writing.doc #ngl i love the concept unhinged!billy and neurotic!chrissy as a couple #she is a pomeranian that is scared of everything and he's a badly trained pitbull and somehow they get along really well lol #i love playing around with billy's Acting Modes bc this boy is a GREAT actor fgfsdgdfgd and chrissy is HYPERSENSITIVE to people's moods #bc she's keyed up waiting for trouble so she notices all his shifts when no one else does

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salami2 · 2 years

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not my friends assuming im shifting to my stranger things dr for eddie, when all i wanna do is hug chrissy cause i GARUNTEE she gives the best hugs

(also, that way i know she’s finally awake-)

#⇀ salami speaks!#shifting to stranger things #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #shifting #chrissy wake up

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eddiesxangel · 3 months

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The Kissing Booth | E.M x G!N!Reader

Cw: flufffffff, mild angst on Eddie’s part. Smooching. Reader wears lipgloss. No use of pronouns.

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Eddie could not believe this was happening to him.

“Nope, nope, no way, man. Over my dead body-“

“What my boy means is he is grateful he is not being suspended and will graciously accept his punishment of volunteering at the school fair.” Wayne looks at his nephew with a glare in his eyes that Eddie hasn’t seen in a very long time.

“Great, then it’s settled,” Ms. Laughlin, the guidance councillor, smiles.

It was happening. Eddie was being served the most gruesome punishment, and all because he skipped P.E. of all classes.

Eddie Munson was being forced not only to participate in the school fair but to work the kissing booth, of all things.

How on earth would he survive this? Not only would he be the laughingstock of the school, but he would also have to endure the absolute embarrassment of having no one come up to his booth, and he would also have to be forced to participate in extracurricular activities.

“Just wait until Hellfire hears about this boy,” Wayne laughs as he drives him and Eddie back to the trailer.

All Eddie could do was roll his eyes; he could never show his face again.

“You’re not going to believe the rumour I heard today.” Nancy looks at you from over her shoulder. She is sat at your vanity.

“What?” You asked, intrigued, as you got dressed and got ready for tonight’s festivities.

“A little birdy told me that a certain someone is working the kissing booth tonight.” She smirks.

“Who?” You challenge her back.

“Who, what?” Robin walks into the bedroom from the bathroom.

“Nancy knows who is working one of the kissing booths tonight, but who’s telling me” you pout.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” Robin smirks knowingly.

“Oh, not you, too! Come on, who is it!”

Robin and Nancy give one another a nod of the head before Nancy speaks.

“Eddie Munson.”

“Ha ha, very funny; you think I’m going to believe that? How gullible do you think I am?” You snort.

“No, it’s true! Shelly from the student council told me when we were working on the student paper! Instead of detention, this is his punishment, to help out at the fair tonight.” She wiggled her brows at you suggestively.

“Who else’s working it?” You try and ask casually.

Your friends knew about your crush on Eddie. It had been about a month since you confessed to one of your late-night sleepovers.

“Um, I’m not too sure what other guy, but I think Chrissy is working the girl's booth. Nancy shrugged.

“Cool…cool…” you turned to the closet, now faced with a sense of anxiety to find the perfect top.

Eddie was actually dying on the inside. Ten minutes until his “shift” at the booth, and he wanted to book it.

Running away would solve his problems, right? He would much rather be suspended than have to endure this humiliation. This was a cruel and unusual punishment.

He watched from the sidelines as Josh was at the booth currently. He was the senior star quarterback on the football team. Everyone wanted him. He could just see now the long line disbursing once he stood there.

"Hey man, you're up next in 5." Eddie was snapped out of his internal monologue when he felt a hand resting on his shoulder. He wasn't sure how long he had been there stewing with his own thoughts. "Don't worry, it's not all bad. Some customers are cute," Josh smirks.

Oh god. What if he actually had to kiss someone tonight? He hadn’t thought of that option. Like, what if some actually came up? What would he do? Are they expecting tongue?

“You have some gum or something?” He asked quickly before Josh left.

He smirked and tossed him a pack of icy mint.

“Thanks.”

Eddie peaked around the corner to where the booth was set up. The fair was set up on the school football field. There was a small sign that said be back in 5 and no lineup to be seen.

That made Eddie feel a bit better; no one was there. That took some humility out of it.

Before Eddie could back out and run, he felt another hard hand on his shoulder.

“Come on, Munson, your time to shine.” Jeff and Gareth practically dragged Eddie to the booth, kicking and screaming.

“You’re the worst friends ever,” Eddie huffed as they backed away from the booth. Watching him so he won’t run away.

“You can't serve the time and shouldn’t do the crime.” Jeff laughed.

“That’s not-“ Eddie was cut off mid-sentence as he saw Robin and Nancy pushing you towards the booth just like he had been moments ago.

“Don’t make me do this,” you plead with your best friends.

“You have to do it,” “It’s now or never,” “He’s right there. Just have him your ticket and pucker your lisp. It’s not that hard,” Robin and Nancy whispered in your ear as they dragged you towards Eddie.

“You guys, please, I can’t!” You say a bit too loudly as you fight back your friends from pushing you up to the booth.

You can see the look on Eddie’s face as you are pushed up the step of the booth. He looks disappointed? Disgusted? You’re not too sure.

You let out an embarrassing squeal as you stumbled in front of Eddie. “Um hi”

Despite not being well-acquainted with Eddie, you couldn't help but notice him whenever he walked by. You only exchanged a few words in passing and learned about him through your friends. Although you never had the opportunity to spend time together, you found him to be irresistibly charming and incredibly good-looking. Whenever you caught a glimpse of him in the cafeteria, he never failed to bring a smile to your face with his silly antics and infectious laughter.

“Uh hey,” he spoke back, clearly uncomfortable.

“Busy night for you?” You ask, trying to delay the inevitable.

“Uh nope.”

“Good,” you smile; the thought of Eddie kissing anyone else made you want to vomit.

“Good?” He cocks a brow at you. “The thought of nobody wanting to come up to the freak of Hawkins High is good to you?”

“Oh I didn’t mean it like-“

“Why are you even here?”

“Oh- well- I um-"

“No, I get it. You’re just here on a dare, or you lost the bet, right? I really thought better of Nancy and Robin; I thought they were my friends… You know I heard you say you can’t do this. I understand the thought of kissing me is so terrible that-“

You couldn't help but cut off Eddei from his intrusive thoughts. You held his face with both hands and smushed your lips together. The thought of Eddie thinking that about you was far worse than the fear of kissing him.

It wasn't everything you had dreamed of. However, the kiss was still nice. You felt the eruption of butterflies fill your stomach as Eddie deepened this kiss himself. You kissed him until you could no longer breathe. Only then is when you pull away.

“Woah”

“I hope that was okay.” You shy away.

“Yeah.” Eddie sighed as he took you in.

As he gazed upon you, he was struck by how pretty you were, which he had overlooked until now. The sweet aroma of strawberries wafted from you as the strawberry lipgloss lingered on his lips, just below his nose.

“Um, here,” you jut out your hand with the crinkled ticket you hadn't yet paid with.

“Oh no, no, the house,” Eddie said without thinking and that made you giggle.

“Well, I really only bought a ticket for this, so I might as well cash it in.” you flirt.

“Ok, yeah, sure. Two for one.” Eddie took the ticket from your hand and brought it back to cup your cheek before kissing you again.

You could hear the giggles and cheers of your friends from behind you in the distance, but your main focus was on Eddie. His soft, plush lips. His minty taste, the way his soft hair tickled your cheeks.

“Ok, lovebirds, that’s enough.” the supervising teacher returned with an unimpressed huff.

You begrudgingly pulled away, but with a smile nonetheless.

“Can I get your number?” Eddie’s mouth was moving before his brain could catch up.

“Come find us later, lover boy.” Robin giggled while snatching your arm and pulled you away before you could answer.

“Dude!” Gareth clapped his hands, having witnessed the whole thing.

“Maybe we should sign up for this,” Jeff laughed. A little jealous of what he just witnessed.

After you, Eddie didn’t care if he got another customer for the rest of the night. Maybe this whole kissing booth thing wasn’t too bad after all.

#eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson fluff #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x male reader #Eddie Munson imagine

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