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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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[letterstotheflre]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 || 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 & 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌

summary: when you and chrissy save a pirate from drowning, you get him to show you what humans do for fun. [pirate!eddie x mermaid!reader x mermaid!chrissy]

cw: slight manipulation from u n chrissy, reader is mentioned to have long hair so she can cover her chest, smut || 18+ only [ft. threesome, oral sex (m receiver), handjob, cum play, monster fucking (technically?? u n chrissy are the monsters lol), beach sex, reader n chrissy are very innocent but somehow two whores?? who knew u could be both]

a/n: this was super fun to write ngl. please lmk what u think!!

“Isn’t he kinda… cute?” Chrissy asks you, eyes glued to the man laying on the shore between your bodies.

You look down at him, taking in his soft cheeks and his nicely shaped nose. You trace the bridge of it with a finger, leaving his skin dewy with droplets of sea water, and drift your gaze down to his plush lips. Under the slight bluish tint they have from being underwater for too long, you can still make out their natural pink colour.

In the back of your mind, you wonder if they’d feel as soft as Chrissy’s lips do on yours.

“Yeah," you hum, now tracing his cupid’s bow. “He’s pretty.”

She twirls one strand of his hair around her finger. “And his hair! It’s almost as long as Jane’s now that she’s back.”

The mention of Jane brings back the memory of the captain that kept her for years for his twisted experiments on your people and reminds you what exactly lays between you and Chrissy. You recoil your hand back and grab her wrist. “He’s a human, Chrissy. We shouldn’t have helped him.”

Her delicate features contort into a confused frown. “But he was drowning. He would’ve died if we hadn’t pulled him out!”

Maybe he should’ve, is what you’re about to say when the man starts coughing. The coughs wreck his body and water spills from his lips, his eyes slowly fluttering open but narrowing quickly from the glare of the sun. He tries to get up, using his elbows as leverage, but another cough throws him back down.

“Take it easy,” Chrissy tells him, shielding him from the sun with her body. His eyes widen at the sight of her, grow even wider when he realises she isn’t alone and sees you next to her. “You had a nasty fall.”

“Wha– What’s going on?” His voice is hoarse from the abuse his vocal chords suffered and the lack of proper air in his lungs. “Who are you?”

“I’m Chrissy, and this is–”

“Chrissy! Don’t tell him our names!” You scold.

She rolls her eyes at your overprotectiveness. “He’s not going to do anything. He can barely stand.”

You scowl at her. “You can be so careless. It’s a wonder you still have your tail on.”

“Tail?” The man's baffled voice breaks up your argument. He glances to the side and sees both of your tails wagging in the air– Chrissy’s baby blue scales and your purple ones shimmering under the golden light. “Woah! What the fuck?!”

“See? He hasn’t got a clue what we are. He’s not going to kidnap us or whatever dark fantasy you’ve created in your mind– anyway!” She changes the subject before you can tell her that you don’t have fantasies about a human male kidnapping you. She turns to him and smiles sweetly. “What’s your name?”

The long haired man looks between the two of you, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Ed– Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

“Eddie,” she tastes the name on her tongue. “That’s pretty. What happened to you? You’re pretty far from home.”

“I, uh, my ship got wrecked.” He gulps when you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion. Your mother had warned you of human men and the lies they would tell you to get you to trust them and this one sounded very familiar. “There was a storm and– and a wave flipped us over. My friends– shit,” he wipes his face with his hands, clearly distressed. Your heart softens ever so slightly. “I have to find them.”

He tries to get up again but you place a hand on his chest and he freezes. He stares at you, brown eyes pulling you in like a current. “I’m sorry about your friends but you shouldn’t go anywhere yet. You’re still hurt,” you point to his arm where a deep gash seeps blood down to his forearm.

“Fuck,” he swears. He looks down at himself and rips a piece of the cloth he’s wearing over his torso with a low grunt that makes your scales tingle. He wraps it around the wound, hissing when it presses against the gash and baring his teeth. He struggles to tie a knot, yet you and Chrissy are mesmerized as you watch him work.

“What’s that?” You ask him once he’s done.

“What’s– Oh, this? It’s a dressing. To keep the wound from infecting.”

“No, I mean the… things you put on your body.” He points to his chest to make sure you’re asking what he thinks you’re asking. “Yeah, those. They don’t seem very comfortable.”

“You don’t know what these are?” He looks at your bodies and realises that neither you or Chrissy is wearing anything to cover your chests, only your long hair keeping some of your modesty. Blood rushes to his cheeks and you giggle at how pink he suddenly is.

He seems to be speaking to himself when he mumbles, “Oh, wow. No, no, of course you don’t know. You’re mermaids. Very pretty and n-naked mermaids.” He clears his throat and blinks awkwardly, looking away to pretend he wasn’t ogling at you. “They– They’re clothes. This is, um, a shirt. And these are pants,” he explains, pointing to his chest and legs.

“And that thing under your pants?” You point to his groin where a bulge strains against the thin black fabric. “Is that where you keep your shells?”

Eddie gets even redder. “That’s, um…” He seems at a loss of words, mouth opening and closing without making any sound.

“Oh, we love collecting shells! Can we see?” Chrissy eagerly leans forward and unties the knot that keeps his pants tied together, lowering them quickly without waiting for Eddie’s answer. Instead of the clatter of shells you were expecting, something long and thick hits Eddie’s stomach. “Oh, that’s… not a shell.”

“What even is it?” You tilt your head to the side and reach your hand towards it. You’re about to touch it when Eddie’s fingers wrap around your wrist tightly, stopping your movements.

He almost cowers from the deadly glare you’re giving him for touching you so roughly. “Sorry, sorry.” He takes a deep breath, avoiding eye contact. “That’s, uh, that’s my cock.”

“Cock?” Eddie closes his eyes when he hears Chrissy’s sweet voice say such a filthy word. His cock twitches. “Oh my Poseidon, it moved,” she whispers to you in awe.

“What is it for?” You ask him.

“For fucking.” That one answer came out naturally for him but when he sees your confused stares he scrambles his brain for a word you would understand. “Uh… mating. For mating and… playing.”

“How do you play with it? It seems rather… stiff.”

Eddie plays with a strand of his hair, trying to cover some of his burning face with it. “You touch it. With your hand. Or you– you put it inside a woman. Or man.”

You stare at his cock– long and thick and as pink as his lips, with a tip that’s a slightly darker hue than the rest of it. There’s a thick tuft of curls at the base and two round sacks hanging heavy from it. You can’t help but want to squeeze them.

You lick your lips and look back at Chrissy who’s doing the same as you. Ogling. Her eyes are dark with need, the same look she gets when you two are left alone for more than a couple of minutes– especially on a full moon.

Before you can pay attention to the warning voice of your mother that echoes in your ears, you ask, “Can we play with it?”

Eddie swallows harshly. “I don’t think–”

“Please?” Chrissy asks, pouting her lips, her voice taking in the sultry tone the elder mermaids spend years teaching you. Her tail flicks yours and you copy her, rounding out your narrowed eyes and looking at him pleadingly. “We don’t know if we’ll ever see a human again. We just want to know what it feels like.”

Eddie seems to debate with himself for a few seconds, only the sounds of the crashing waves breaking the silence. Your voices and your eyes have him in a trance and, completely ignoring all the warnings he heard about mermaids, he nods, wet hair swinging with the sharp movements. “Yeah, okay. Knock yourselves out.”

You and Chrissy giggle happily and wrap a hand each around him, tails wiggling in excitement. You twist them around, getting a feel of the velvety skin and the ridges of the veins that lead towards the head, watching amazed as Eddie’s cock grows more stiff, becoming heavy in your palms.

“What’s happening? Why is it getting so hard?”

Eddie takes a deep breath to ground himself, nostrils flaring. “Cause I’m turned on.”

“Turned on?”

“You’re making me feel really good,” he rephrases through clenched teeth. Your hands are incredibly smooth as you hold him, probably from the slick film coating them to protect them from the abrasion of the salt in the water. He exhales a shaky gasp of pleasure when you slowly glide them up and down, his stomach flexing. 

You bite your lip and look up at him. “And how do we make you feel more good?”

“He’s been looking at your tits a lot,” Chrissy pipes up before Eddie can answer. There’s mischief in her blue eyes as she pulls your hair away from your chest, revealing your breasts completely. Eddie’s mouth falls wide open. “Do they ‘turn you on’, Eddie? Go ahead, touch them,” she encourages him.

You sigh when his hand cups your breast and kneads the fat gently, thumb flicking your hard nipple. Eddie watches your expressions carefully. When you arch forward into his touch and tighten your hand around, making him groan, he twists your nipple, earning himself a sweet moan from you. 

“Aren’t they soft? They also feel really good in my mouth, Eddie.” Chrissy smirks, moving her own strawberry blonde hair out of the way so Eddie can touch hers as well.

“Holy shit.” His mind conjures up a filthy image– the two of you under the water, hands slowly down your bodies and mouths kissing every inch of skin they could, eyes rolling back once you sucked on the others breasts. His hips buck up. “You two– you play together?”

“Mhm. All the time.”

“Oh my God.” His grip on your tits tightens. He keeps tilting his hips up, moaning softly as he fucks your hands. Something that has a pearly sheen starts to leak out of his slit and drip down his shaft, making your fingers sticky. “Yeah, lick it up, sweetheart. C’mon,” he groans when Chrissy asks if she can taste them.

She slides her tongue over your knuckles and catches the first drops that fell, eyes widening at the salty flavour. She hums appreciatively and leans down for more. “That’s nice. D’you want a taste?” She asks you.

You nod enthusiastically and her fingers gently grab your chin, tilting your head towards her so she can dribble the white substance into your mouth. “S’good,” you breathe out. 

Eddie slams a hand on the sand, eyes hazy with lust as he watches the two of you share his precum and enjoy it. None of the women back home had ever done something like that, not even some of the whores his friends brought back to the ship on the odd nights they stayed in a popular town’s port. 

You keep stroking his cock as you kiss, focusing more on the upper part of his shaft since your hand is on top of Chrissy’s. You gently squeeze the head and more precum oozes out. You flick your tongue over his slit and give it back to Chrissy, pecking her lips sweetly when she swallows it down. 

Eddie groans when you do it again. “Like that. Just like that. You’re doing so good. G-Give it a little kiss– oh fuck.” 

His eyes roll back when you kiss his tip, soft lips peppering little kisses all around it. Chrissy copies you, letting go of him so she has more flesh to kiss and slobber all over. Your eyes meet as you lick him, your happiness clear in your gazes.

She takes your hand and guides you down to the two soft sacks that caught your eye before, adding the smallest pressure to the back of your hand so you cup his balls and squeeze them with care.

Eddie moans loudly and throws his head back on the sand. “Oh my God. Oh my God. You’re– Jesus H Christ.” He gasps in surprise when Chrissy wraps her warm mouth around his dick and you kitten lick his fuzzy balls. “Oh, you’re gonna kill me.”

He lets go of your chest and the sand so he can add pressure to the back of both of your heads, keeping you stuck to his groin. Carefully, he thrusts his hips up, slowly fucking Chrissy’s untrained throat and making her gag. 

The lewd sounds make you squirm in place, the musky scent of Eddie’s hairs that tickle your nose doing little to calm you down. You’re desperate for some relief but it’s not a full moon yet– you have no legs to spread for him. So you whine needily around his balls, eyebrows scrunching up in desperation. 

Eddie shushes you, scratching your scalp with the tips of his fingers to help you calm down. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” he coos. “J-Just a little more and you’ll make me cum so fucking hard. Gonna fill your girlfriend’s throat and make her share it with you, since you liked my cum so much. You want that?”

You look at Chrissy and see the tears springing in her lower waterline from the abuse her throat is suffering, some of them already falling down her rosy cheeks. With your thumb, you brush them away and offer her a reassuring smile, one that she struggles to reciprocate with Eddie stretching her lips wide but you’re able to tell she’s enjoying herself nevertheless. 

You hum in agreement and lave your tongue over his balls, feeling them twitch in your mouth. His moans grow louder and louder, thighs trembling and hips thrusting wildly. “Shit, I’m gonna– Oh, fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming,” he grunts and pushes Chrissy down completely until her nose is flush with his base.

True to his word, he slowly peels you off him and, with a hold on the back of your necks, guides your mouths together. Chrissy is smiling as she merges your lips in a heady kiss, your tongue sliding around hers so you can scoop up any leftovers that she didn’t swallow for herself, spit dribbling down the corners of your mouths and to your chests.

When his grip on your necks slackens, Chrissy tiredly rests her head on your shoulder. You blink slowly and pet the top of her hair, kissing her temple.

“You’ll come back for us, right?” she asks Eddie with a hoarse voice.

Eddie licks his lips and looks down at the pair of you, memorising the image of two beautiful mermaids looking at him with needy and wanting eyes. What kind of pirate would he be if he didn’t collect his treasure?

He brushes your cheekbones with his thumb, your eyes fluttering shut at the gentle touch. “Yeah. Yeah, I will.”

[helpwhatsthis]

bruises and bambi (C.C.)

Chrissy Cunningham x afab/Henderson! reader

you have a thing for chrissy, and it feels like the earth has fallen from its axis when she says she likes you too.

part two!

warnings: pining, canon typical homophopia, slight angst, chrissys shitty boyfriend, language, borders on the verge of smut but no actual smut, slut shaming??, heavy petting, tits, eddie is hilarious.  let me know if i missed any!

all lower case on purpose!

word count: 4,078

“y’know, people probably think we’re sleeping together.” eddie states, staring at the back of the house where three quarters of hawkins high are getting wasted. he passes you the cigarette, formerly in his mouth and you hum. 

“why would they?” you ask, your head still hanging upside down out the door of his van.

“hm, probably because we live in indiana and no one knows your into chicks when you hang out with me.” he replies sarcastically, but you can’t be bothered to care. you take a drag, hold back gagging at the taste, and shrug.

“at least people think we’re getting laid.” you finally giggle. eddie rolls his eyes and flicks the bud out into the grass. 

“come on, i have business to do.” he pulls you up and starts to walk across the yard. you fumble quickly behind him in the damp grass. 

“try not to get wasted without me, okay?” he muses, patting your shoulder before disappearing into the crowd to find his ‘clients’. 

you make your rounds, speaking to a few of your peers you actually manage to not hate, before getting an cup of something strong that tastes like a juice box and hiding in a corner. after a few, eddie finds you and he’s got a lit blunt between his fingers. 

“want some? one of my guys didn’t show.” he explains quickly and holds it towards you. you’re fast to decline though, you don’t want to get completely messed up tonight. you think, until you see them.

jason is at the counter, a cup in his hand and chrissy clinging to his side. he’s smiling, talking exaggeratedly with his arms, and about one millisecond away from spilling the red drink onto her light blue dress. 

but this isn’t about him. 

it’s about how fucking pretty she looks in that sweater dress. it’s baby blue and ends right on the middle of her thighs. underneath it is a pair of white fishnets that end at a pair of white high topped converse. her makeup matches perfectly because of course it does, it’s chrissy. 

but who are you kidding, she could be wearing the paper bag wrapped around the bottle of vodka beside her and you’d still think he was breathtaking. 

eddie follows your gaze and looks back at you sympathetically. 

“you sure you don’t want a hit?” eddie suggests, not sure how else to help. 

“gimme it.” you huff as you snatch it out of his hand. “how long do we have to stay?” you ask, peering up at him sadly. 

“give me fifteen.” he answers, handing you the keys to the van and disappearing back into the crowd. 

//

it's just two days shy of a week after the party that you're sitting in your senior u.s history class, bored out of your mind. 

you're not listening to a word mrs click is saying, you'd had enough of her after your first week in sophomore world history. 

"and you're going to have partners for this project-" that gets your attention real fast, head snapping up from picking your black nail polish. 

after looking at the board while mrs click calls out groups, you come to the conclusion that the project is on a famous moment from the revolutionary war. ‘sounds lame’ you think, an annoyed huff coming from your nose. 

“and finally, mrs. henderson will be paired with mrs. cunningham.” shit. your eyes dart to chrissy and she sends you a polite smile. you try to force one back, but you’re panicking. you can’t do a project with chrissy fucking cunningham. 

when you glance back at her, an anxious look has taken over her soft features and your chest gets tight. hell, she probably wants to work with you even less than you want to work with her. 

why would chrissy, the nice cheerleader who makes honor roll alongside her basketball player boyfriend, want to work with you, the quiet girl who wears hand-me-downs and is in a band called corroded coffin? easy, she wouldn’t. 

“you may have the last five minutes to meet with your partner and create a work plan.” mrs click announces, and you think she must really be a demon from hell, sent to make your life miserable. 

before you can move to get up, chrissy is plopping down in the seat in front of you and turnin the chair around. she’s wearing her cheer outfit and you’re suddenly reminded that there's a pep rally next period. gross. 

“hi!” she beams, her sweet airy voice pulling you out of your trance. 

“hey, chrissy.” your voice comes out gravely and tired. no, exhausted. you’d slept on a pile of blankets in the back of eddies van after having another nightmare about that thing without a face. you hadn’t wanted to be alone, and didn’t want to wake dustin by crawling into his bed. 

“so, i already have like the whole project mapped out.” she’s speaking fast, obviously confident in her academic ability, before she pauses. “if it’s all okay with you?” she nervous, probably scared you’ll shoot down all her ideas, but you don’t. 

“that all sounds great, just tell me what i need to do and i’ll do it.” you promise and her whole face breaks out into the most adorable grin you’ve ever seen. 

"uh, well i'll get the materials and we can make the poster together." she suggests and you nod, still on the verge of a panic attack. 

finally the bell rings. you're quick to reach for your bag and she stands, ready to walk out 

"wait-" you call out, maybe a bit to loud and she spins to face you again. "your place or mine?" you ask as you rush to stand up to her level. 

a brief moment of emotion you can't quite place flashes over her features. 

"is yours okay?" she questions shyly and you nod. “tomorrow, after school?” she suggests and you try to answer her even though the fact that ‘holy shit chrissy is gonna be in your room’. 

“uh, i actually have a thing right after school, but i should be-” you start to ramble, mentaly cursing eddie and his stupid weekly band meetings. 

“i’ll wait for you, you ride home with munson, right?” her voice is so sweet that you want to yell yes in her face and tell her you’re so excited to work with her and every thought you’ve ever had. then it hits you, after band practice you’ll be sweaty and the boys will probably want to go out. 

“just like, meet me at door ten around 4:30?” you feel rude, but she just smiles brightly and says that’s perfect. she waves bye and rushes down the hall to her next class before you can even say anything back.

as soon as chrissy’s out of sight, your racing down the hall in the other direction. your converse are slapping the ground loudly and people are glaring at you as you bump into them. you don’t care. how could you care when chrissy cunningham, princess of hawkins high is coming to your house with you tomorrow afternoon? 

“eddie!” you all but scream when he comes into view. he looks shocked to see you running at him and yelling, not to mention you probably have at least two hall monitors trailing you now. 

“what the hell?” he asks when you nearly fall into him, gripping his metallica shirt for balance. he’s glaring down at you as you try to catch your breath. “the bell is about to ring why aren’t you in class right now.” 

“c.c.c.” you finally gasp and he furrows his brows. chrissy cunningham crush, he had suggested the acronym so that you could talk about it freely in public. 

“what about her?” he asks, becoming quickly more invested. 

“she’s coming to my house, dude!” you shout. you can see the moment the words register in his head. 

“holy fucking shit!” his voice is so loud it echoes around the nearly empty hallway around you, right before the bell rings. 

“that’s lunch detention, both of you. friday.” tammy thompson drones. shit. 

\\ 

you had gone home and deep cleaned your room, not wanting a single thing to be out of place. then you had nit-picked at dustin to do his nightly chores so that the rest of the house would be clean too. 

“i don’t see why it’s such a big deal!” he had yelled after you’d shoved him out the door to take the trash out. 

“it just is, okay?” you’d called back, and your mom was just happy to see you and dustin cleaning for once. 

this morning you had taken the longest shower of your life, and made sure that every part of your hair, outfit, and makeup were perfect. 

it had taken you nearly an hour to pick out your clothes, a pair of acid washed mom jeans, a red and black striped shirt over a black thermal, and your converse. okay so maybe it was nothing special, but you felt really good. 

but when you got to school and saw her in her short white skirt and blush pink sweater, you nearly fainted. 

“you’re no better than a man.” eddie had remarked when he caught you looking at her. 

but now here he was, walking you down the hall and giving you the pep talk of your life. you’re sweaty and the sides of your hands are split and a little bloody from clumsily playing the drums for the past hour. 

she’s waiting for you just outside the door, bag of materials in hand, looking out towards the football field. he pats you on the shoulder and kisses the side of your head. 

“good luck, don’t throw up.” he smirks and shoves you toward the door. you mutter a quick asshole, before stepping outside. 

“hey!” she grins and you swear your heart fucking stops. 

“hi” you manage to choke up, the light shining through her hair and catching her eyes just right as she smiles at you. if there is a god, please help me. “let’s go.” you shrug and she nods.

you’ve been walking for about five minutes, awkwardly talking about the weather and the project. she seems genuinely happy that you’re letting her run the whole assignment. 

“y/n!” someone shouts behind you suddenly. chrissy gasps and jerks towards you as you both turn to see dustin riding towards you full speed down the hill. 

“hey dusty.” you feign amusement and he rolls up beside you. 

“hi, i’m dustin.” he ignores you and extends his hand to chrissy. she shakes his hand and giggles as she introduces herself. 

after a few moments of walking, she adjusts the large bag of craft supplies. there’s a red mark on her wrist from carrying it. 

“here, let me hold that.” you reach for the bag and she gasps softly. you follow her gaze to your bruised hands. had you really been playing that badly? 

“what happened?” she drops the bag and takes your hand in her small ones. her fingertips are soft as they run down your palm to get a better look. you choke on your breath when her big bright eyes look up at you with concern. 

as much as you don’t want to, you pull your hand from hers. because if you don’t you’re going to pass out. 

“just got distracted while drumming, it’s not a big deal.” you attempt to shrug it off, but she looks at you skeptically. you take the chance to reach down and pick up the bag at her feet. “c’mon” 

the rest of the walk is spent with dustin ranting, telling jokes about science and comic that chrissy definitely doesn’t understand, but laughs at anyway. you’re grateful the awkwardness is gone, but now you can barely get a word in. you let out a breath of relief when the house is finally in sight. 

“dustin, show her where my room is while i get food.” you direct and he quickly leads her down the hall, clearly eager to keep talking about the game of d&d he is going to play at mikes tomorrow night. 

you take a moment to breath and prepare yourself for what you’re about to do. you can fight monsters and possessed kids but not face a tiny cheerleader in a miniskirt? this is pathetic. You groan as you start grabbing armfuls of snacks and trek down the hallway. 

when you reach your doorway, dustin is sitting on you bed still talking her ear off while chrissy gazes around your room in amazement. to avoid the need for her validation that’s quickly rising in your throat, you throw a nutty bar at dustin's head and dump the rest of the food on the floor.

“there’s so many posters.” she gawks at your walls before gasping and reaching for the large fish tank in the corner. “aw, they’re so cute.” she looks mesmerized by the two black goldfish, her smile contagious. 

"yeah, mom said y/n could have two fish when i got yurtle." dustin explains and she looks at you with confusion. 

"his turtle." you explain and she gives a silent 'oh'. 

it's been a half hour since then. there's music playing softly on the radio while you both lie on the floor. your fingers are covered in glue and she laughs every time you get paper stuck to you. 

the silence isn't awkward, it's calming. her occasional humming and laughs help ease the anxiety that you're laying face to face. there's only about eight inches between the two of you. 

when the beginning notes of 'girls on film' fill the room you involuntarily gasp. her eyes shoot up to watch you as you crank the knob to the right. 

she's still smiling, does she ever stop, you wonder, and she giggles as you start to dance. 

you have no idea where the confidence comes from, but you grab your hair brush and start singing. 

"see them walking hand in hand across the bridge at midnight!" you point at her while singing and she starts to dance, still laying on the floor. 

after a few lines, you hold your hand out to her. her eyes get wide before she takes it. 

"girls on film!" you shout, pulling her up. you toss your hair brush and grab her other hand. she's laughing and smiling as she sings and dances with you. 

when the song ends, you let go of her hands and she flops back on your bed. she doesn’t stop laughing though. you move to turn down the music and when you turn back she’s absentmindedly snickering at the ceiling. 

“what’s so funny?” you ask, a laugh of your own spilling out. 

“that was so fun.” she says breathlessly and you nod.

“oh yeah, nothing but fun in the henderson household.” she’s beaming at you, theres no possible way you can feel better than this. 

\\

eddie has a stupid smirk on his face as he watches you dreamily talk about chrissy. you’re sitting in the back of the lunch detention class; the teacher isn’t paying a single bit of attention. 

“y/n, doll, that all sounds great except one minor detail.” he cuts off your ranting and you raise your eyebrows at him. he gets a pitiful smile on his face before reaching to squeeze your hand. “her boyfriend picked her up, and the project is finished now.” damn.

you hadn’t thought of it like that. if there was no project to work, she had no reason to talk to you. why did we finish it all in one night? 

you’re about to say something back, probably something snotty, when you hear yelling from the hallway. he locks eyes with you and you both bolt up to follow the detention monitor into the hallway. 

“you don’t just get to break up with me!” jason is screaming. you can just barely see chrissy around him, her body is slumped in on itself and she’s got tear tracks down her face. 

“jason-” her voice comes out broken and quiet. a crowd has gathered, and staff isn’t even trying to stop it. 

“no, okay. i don’t know what idea you got in your head that made you think that was alright.” he’s reprimanding her like a dog, and your blood feels like it’s boiling beneath your skin. 

“i’m sorry.” she croaks out and he starts to laugh. 

“no, chrissy. you’re not sorry because you’re a slut.” he yells and your feet are moving before you can stop yourself. 

“nope.” eddie wraps both his arms around you and picks you up. “trust me, you don’t wanna do that.” he’s carrying you away down an empty hall. 

“yes i do!” you say angrily, trying to pry his arms off you. he sets you down and turns you to face him. when you go to walk back, he grabs your shoulders and shakes you. 

“y/n, hey. you will just make it worse for both of you.” he tries to dissuade you, and you know he’s right. 

“i can’t just leave her there.” your voice cracks and you’re close to tears. he looks at you sadly. 

“don’t, please don’t do this to yourself.” he trys meekly. you nod and he sighs in relief. “thank god.” he whispers and wraps his arms around you. 

//

she hadn’t been in history, but people had kept the whispering to a minimum. you had been uncomfortable, constantly worrying about her all afternoon. 

even now, you’re laying in bed on the brink of sleep. your thoughts or on her, your chest tight. there’s classical music playing softly from your record player by your fish tank and rain tapping on your window. 

dustin was at mikes to stay the night, like he always was on friday nights, and your mom was out of town visiting your aunt. 

that’s why you nearly shriek when something starts tapping on your window, louder than the rain. sun is down, but not so far that it’s dark outside. you’re shaking, your legs barely able to hold you up as you reach of the tapestry you use as a curtain. you hold your breath and pull the curtain back.

there’s chrissy, standing in the rain. she’s clearly disheveled, and her face is red and puffy like she just got done crying. you slide open the panes quickly, but she speaks before you can ask her why she’s there. 

“can i stay here for the night?” she asks. her voice is still soft, but it’s also cracked and gravely.  you don’t even answer, you just lean down and hold your arms out for her. she gives a small smile in relief, before jumping up and grabbing your shoulders. 

“watch your head.” you whisper softly in her ear as you pull her up through your window. 

when you set her down on your floor, your arms are still around her and her hands are still on your arms. 

“thanks you.” it comes out as a breath and you nod, staring down into her eyes. you have to force yourself to pull your ring clad hands from her waist and guide her to sit on your bed. 

she just sits there for a few minutes, staring down at your blankets. her hair is out of place, damp and hanging in her face. 

“god, did you walk here?” you ask observing her drenched figure. 

“i’m sorry for just barging in.” she sobs. she hides her face in her hands and you coo at her, pulling her into your arms. 

“it’s okay, i promise.” you speak as softly as possible, not wanting to scare her. “i’m gonna get you some dry clothes, okay.” you ask, and she just nods from her place in the crook of her neck. 

you get some of your comfy clothes, a baggy tee and sweatpants, and hand them to her. 

“i’ll wait out-” she cuts you off and grabs your hand to keep you from moving towards the door. 

“no-” she gasps. “please don’t leave me.” she pleads and you nod, not trusting yourself to speak. you turn and stare at the wall so that she can change. 

you can see her shadow on the wall as she pulls off her shirt; you snap your eyes shut quickly. don’t be a fucking creep, y/n. your palms are sweaty, and you dig your nails into them. 

“i’m done.” she mumbles, and you look back at her. your stomach drops when you see her in your baggy clothes. she just sits there, peering at you shyly while you gawk at her. 

“h-have you eaten dinner?” you ask, trying to be polite. she shakes her head no and you nod. “i’ll order pizza.” you suggest and she nods. you start to move out the door and she grabs your forearm, letting you guide her. 

“you can pick out a movie.” you murmur to her when you step into the livingroom. you point at a stack of tapes from the video store and she nods, letting go of your arm to look. 

you go in the kitchen and order pizza after checking to make sure your mom left you money. when you’re done, you turn to see her sitting on the couch. you squint and see that she put in bambi. you’re mom had suggested that you and dustin rent it for family movie night. 

“we have about a half hour.” you inform her, sitting down. she gives a small nod, eyes still glued to the screen in front of her. you finally lean your head back and try to relax. it’s only a few minutes, but it feels like hours before she speaks. 

“y/n?” she asks and you hum in response. she shifts her body towards yours. 

“what is it?” you ask, but she’s suddenly leaning forward. 

you almost can’t comprehend when her lips touch yours. you think you must be dreaming. you’re so stunned that you can’t even kiss back.

when she pulls her face away, her eyes are teary.

“that’s why i broke up with him.” she cries. “because when he picked me up all i wanted was to be back in your room because it’s quiet and dark and it smells really good and it’s not fucking pink and-” you cut her off by kissing her roughly, and you don’t stop. 

neither does she. 

when you softly bite her lower lip, she whines and you almost have to press your thighs together. she quickly puts her hands on your chest and straddles your thighs. 

“is this okay?” she implores and you start nodding rapidly. hell yes it is.

“yeah.” you say breathlessly, and your hands are shaking as you move them to her waist. she smirks and starts kissing you again. 

after a few more moments, her hips grind down onto you. the action causes her to gasp into your mouth. your fingers tighten, gripping her hips which are clad in your sweatpants. she repeats the action a few more times and you moan without receiving any stimulation. 

“are you sure you want this.” you ask, looking up at her. she reaches down for your hand, sliding it up her shirt and to her bra. it’s thin and you almost moan again when you feel her nipple through it. 

“i’m sure.” she promises, and you don’t hold back. you roughly squeeze her tit and start biting her neck. 

she threads her fingers through your hair and pulls you head back. you’re both breathless. she maintains a searing eye contact as she slowly pulls her (your) shirt off.  you can’t help yourself as you push her back to the couch, causing her to squeal as you climb over her. 

you continue to press little kisses to her chest as she gasps, bringing her legs to wrap around your hips. 

you pull your head up to observe the purple splotches you’ve left behind, when you notice a little brown spot under her bra strap. you move the strap and see that it’s a tiny heart shaped birthmark. her hand comes up to cradle your jaw, making you look at her. you grin.

“what?” she pants. you smirk, dipping your head back down and nipping at the soft flesh. 

you move back up, placing your face above her own. her big doe eyes stare up at you affectionately.

“let me take care of you, bambi.” 

[ghostlyfleur]

♡ dating chrissy cunningham

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

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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[cannibalizedyke]

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.

Taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @yesshewrites1

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.”

[sofiiel]

Autumn with Chrissy is....

🍁 Collect leaves to press in books.

🍁 Organizing matching costumes for halloween.

🍁 Dates to local sports games and watching people play baseball in the park.

🍁 Playfully chasing each other through the woods, tripping and rolling down the hill into a pile of leaves and just laughing your little hearts out.

🍁 Chrissy stealing your jackets, sweaters and sweats to wear or knock around in.

🍁 Her shuffling around happily in your bathrobe and a nice hot cup of cinnamon tea.

🍁 Her inviting way too many people over for Thanksgiving, but she gives you this little pout that you can't say no to.

🍁 Walking hand in hand down the block looking at everyone's Halloween decorations.

🍁 Dancing until your feet hurt at the Halloween party.

🍁 Getting coffee to go and going on a window shopping date to look at all the new fall fashion.

🍁 Making each other matching necklaces out of acorn tops.

🍁 Whisking her away from her vile mother for the holidays.

🍁 Her helping herself to your jacket while you're still wearing it, she just tried to button or zip herself up in it with you.

🍁 Sleepy snuggles under a blanket while you play with her hair, and she listens to your heartbeat.

[lemon-boy-stan]

“GETAWAY CAR”

summary: chrissy finally ditches her boyfriend jason. yn and chrissy make out in her car. genre: fluff, bit of smut. warnings: swearing, make out scene. pairing: chrissy cunningham x fem!reader. an: based on the song getaway car by taylor swift. even though this is a chrissy x reader, chrissy and eddie deserved the world. 

The hot summer sun blew through the open window of Chrissy’s green bug. It wasn’t the kind of green on the Hawkins uniform, it was a brighter green, a leafier green.

Chrissy’s indie mixtape blared through the car as it squealed along the empty streets. Jason’s car was chasing hers, but neither of you cared. You slid open the rooftop hatch, throwing your arms in the air, chucking an empty soda behind you.

The car made a dent in Jason’s car. Chrissy shrieked loudly with laughter, “holy shit!” one arm on the wheel and the other in the air, her laugh infecting yours as you slapped your hand on the leather dash, “go, go, go!” imagining Jason’s face just made you laugh even more.

Chrissy was still speeding as Jason gave up, turning around. You could hear him yelling out the window, “you fucking bitches!” but neither of you cared. Maybe it was the heat that was making you delirious, but you were both crying with laughter by the time Chrissy pulled over on the road near Lover’s Lake.

You fell back against the leather seats of Chrissy’s bug, laughter evaporating into shriek-like breaths before finally calming down. It was the same time Chrissy calmed.

It was silent for a while, with nothing but her indie mixtape playing softly in the background. And then Chrissy spoke airily, eyes shining. “I love you,” the words were a soft whisper. You smiled into her shiny green eyes, “I love you too.”

And you were sure that this time it was definitely the sun, the sun that made you pull her impeccably close, the sun that melted your lips into hers with a kiss. And it was still the sun, still the sun as you lifted up her shirt and she tore your dress over your head and your bodies tangled in the hot summer afternoon.

Chrissy’s sounds were angelic. Fucking angelic. Angelic, you knew, as you placed soft kisses down her neck, sighing deeply into her skin, “how’d you get to be so pretty, Chris?” and Chrissy shrugged, giggling softly. “I dunno. Guess I tot the looks from my daddy.”

And you snorted at her words, “oh yeah. It was definitely your dad. Your mum’s an ugly-ass bitch. Don’t believe a word she says, okay, Chris? Don’t you ever fucking believe it.”

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[stevesxyellowxsweater]

Dating Chrissy Cunningham would include...

Planning ways to make her laugh,

knowing her better than anyone else,

showing up at all times of night to look after her,

going to pep rallies and basketball games just to see her,

cuddling her close when she's sad,

helping her through her trauma,

talking to her until she falls asleep on the phone,

holding hands wherever you go,

her being the little spoon,

Feeling a sense of pride that she's on your arm,

avoiding parties because you'd rather be alone,

Encouraging her to follow what she wants to do,

her encouraging you just as much,

soft sweet kisses,

passing notes to each other covered in love hearts,

your parents adopting her cause she's adorable,

Stroking her head and comforting her,

being the only person who can convince her she's perfect,

study dates,

Hiding her behind pillows when you watch horror movies,

and telling her when it's okay to look again,

listening to her talk about cheer routines,

neither of you pushing the other too fast,

being just an adorable couple.

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[blueeyedheizer]

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༄ؘ BEN HARDY:

#18 “stop— stop talking!” + "why? you can’t even face your own mistake?” + #21 "I love you." (Seb)

#44 "We're in public you know." “I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now” + #51 "One more word out of you and I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone” (Billy) NSFW

༄ؘ SYDNEY SWEENEY

#28 “You're so beautiful.” + #34 "We've been by each other's sides for years, you think I'm gonna leave now?" (Cassie)

#7 "I didn't have anywhere else to go." (Cassie)

#31 "she’s everything i ever wanted, but i don’t want to risk losing her as a friend." + #36 "i heard what you said...no one's ever talked about me that way before.." (Cassie)

#46 Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?” + #44 "We're in public you know." “I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now” (Cassie) NSFW 🔞

#1 "Just shut up! I'm not as fragile as you think I am, I don't need protecting!"+ #3 “bend over the desk” (Cassie) NSFW 🔞

#49 "Spread your legs" (Cassie) NSFW 🔞

༄ؘ FINN COLE

#3 "Bend over the desk." (Michael) NSFW 🔞

༄ؘ STRANGER THINGS

#19 "I don't want you to be alone tonight and honestly, I don't really want to be alone either." (Chrissy)

#24 "That’s the sixth time you’ve complimented me today.” + #50 "You're perfect... everything about you is perfect" (Chrissy)

#47 "you're an idiot" / "but i'm your idiot" (Eddie)

#42 ”Are you alright?” “I will be.” (Eddie)

#2 "This is a one time thing” + #9 "Don't go [on that date/mission/business trip/ to *destination*...]." "Why?" "You know why." (Eddie) NSFW 🔞

#44 "We're in public you know." “I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now” + #51 "One more word out of you and I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone” (Eddie) NSFW-ish 🔞

[helpwhatsthis]

C.C. headcanons

nsfw hcs!

basically just her kinks, what i think she would like, and a few scenarios with an afab! reader

warnings: if you’re reading this you know what you’re getting into, it’s fucking filthy. 

- submission

she’s always having to put up a front and protect her reputation, so she loves being able to let her walls come down. she knows she can trust you, knows that you’ll take care of her. it’s almost freeing for her in a way when you take charge, mostly because you’re not necessarily telling her what to do. she’s had way too much of that in her life. you’re guiding her, helping her have the best experience as possible. 

- praise 

like i said, she’s almost always doing what other people are telling her to do, and most of the time she only receives criticism or feedback on how to do better. so when you praise her, it goes straight to her panties. she loves knowing that she’s doing good for you. even if she likes being a sub and taken care of, she wants you to be feeling just as good as she is, and your praise helps her affirm that. she totally has service sub energy. 

- bondage 

nothing major, i just think she would like being held down or bound occasionally. she really likes when you use one hand to hold her wrists in place and the other to touch her. eventually she might like handcuffs, but it would take lots of time and convincing. 

- somnophilia 

not extreme, but it would definitely appeal to her. she would never want you to go all the way while she’s sleeping, she’s far too insecure for that. she wouldn’t mind if you got started though, maybe like grinding your thigh into her or lightly playing with her clit. one thing she does really like to do though, she loves waking you up by sucking on your tits. the idea that the pleasure she’s giving you is what woke you does so much for her. 

- breast play

this girl fucking loves your boobs. if she could spend all day playing with them, she totally would. she loves putting marks on them, it’s almost meaningful to her because you obviously can’t tell people you’re together, so you walking around covered in marks from her makes her so prideful. she 100% has fallen asleep with your nipple in her mouth because he just doesn’t want to stop. also, she would probably die a little inside (in a good way) if you have nipple piercings. 

- innocence

i feel like she would go for someone who’s different than her, she loves looking in the mirror and seeing herself in her cute blouses and tiny skirts next to your band tees and ripped jeans. she likes wearing cute pink or white panties that she knows you’re going to rip off of her. this would also probably play into a little bit of a size kink too.

- cockwarming

lets just pretend that there were straps in the 80′s okay? she would love to just sit on your lap with it inside her. it relaxes her, just being that close with you and being full at the same time. 

- intimacy 

her favorite position is missionary for sure. she doesn’t care if it seems vanilla, she likes to see you, be able to grab onto you, all that stuff. she loves when you’re over her, thrusting slow and leaning down to kiss her. another thing about the position that drives her crazy is when you’re so close to her that your tits press onto hers. she can’t explain it, but your chest pressing into her own while you fuck her is just so erotic to her. 

- tummy ridding

likes it when you lay back on the bed and hold her waist while she gets herself off on your abdomen. if you’re insecure about your belly she’ll be sure to whimper and tell you how good it makes her feel. likes when she slides back just far enough that your mound catches her clit. 

random things: 

she is needy all the time!

likes when you hold her hips or back of her thighs during sex

letting her wear your clothes is a sure fire way to get her going in a second

probably would like to be in a big sweater she took from you in the moment

loves ridding your thighs 

truly believes the meaning of life is the belly bulge she gets from your strap, and would melt if you pressed on it

loves cuddle sex, your chest against her back, arm holding her in place while you finger her into oblivion

secretly likes to see you sweaty, bloody, or bruised, as long as she’s sure you’re okay first!

is too shy to admit it, but she wants to scissor with you so bad, she constantly thinks about how it would feel to have your folds sliding against her own

something in me thinks she’d like giving oral more than receiving, it’s just not her favorite 

kind of wants to try impact play, but very nervous about it

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[littlesadsailor]

Dating chrissy cunningham <3

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

[ghostlyfleur]

How do you think Chrissy would react if you were besties and you told her you think you’re into girls and basically it ends in the two of you kissing (I think I’m slowly realizing I like girls as another girl and I just.. need some scenarios in my head🙈)

the first time you mentioned it to her, your heart would be beating out of your chest because you’re literally confessing this to your crush, even though you try to seem nonchalant. and it works.

somewhat.

truly, the only reason it works is because chrissy is internally freaking out herself. so much so she doesn’t even notice your shaking hands. i feel like she’d keep quiet about it for a while, pretending it didn’t affect her, but she also starts feeling her walls drop. your chris gets flirty and more touchy than usual, and you love it. she waited a little while enough so you didn’t even allow yourself to consider she has feelings for you. wishful thinking is your enemy. one of you guys’ sleepovers takes a turn when chrissy tells you she broke up with jason. for good.

heart racing again, hands shaking only a little less than less time, you’re anxious and maybe stuttering a little… trying to seem supportive of your friend, deep down jumping with joy that she finally left him, and chrissy would scoot closer. you two would change the subject because otherwise both of you would fall into a panic attack with how nervous you were, but you’re sitting closer than usual. completely pressed up to each other. it slowly turns into cuddling, making jokes at the movie in low voices because of how close you are, laughing into each other’s embrace, then you accidentally both turn to the other at the same time mid-giggle, and truly, how could you expect chrissy not to close the gap? you’re too pretty. it’s your fault.

you sigh into it, so chrissy doesn’t really feel any guilt.

[stranger-nightmare]

Chrissy Cunningham - SFW Alphabet

A/N: my beloved darling Chrissy! honestly writing this made me low-key sad because she’s just so friggin’ cute and I genuinely love her so much and ugh she just deserved the absolute world, precious babygirl! I hope you guys like this! <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Chrissy is very affectionate with her partner. She likes to hold hands constantly. Sit so close to you your knees / thighs are touching. She loves to be hugged as frequently as possible. She also loves to give you cheek kisses at any given point throughout the day. I also think one of her ways of showing affection is gift giving. She’s frequently buying you small gifts to show her love for you. She also loves to give head scratches and massages, she finds a kind of peace and comfort in doing it, and hey you’re not complaining. One of her favourite ways of receiving affection is words of affirmation. I think Chrissy is quite insecure and she needs the reminder and confirmation of how much you love her.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

She is the best best friend ever! She’s so cute and so fun to be around, that is once she’s comfortable around you and has come out of her shell a bit more. She loves to have sleepovers, go shopping at the mall, have beauty and pamper nights in, go to the cinema, rollerblading, all those classic lil friendship dates! I imagine the friendship would’ve started at school, like you guys ended up sitting next to each other in a few different classes and you just kinda clicked. She was a bit shy and awkward at first but as you got to know her you got to see just how cute and adorable and fun she really is and after that you were just instant besties!

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Chrissy loves to cuddle! It takes a while for her to physically affectionate and open with you because she’s quite insecure about her body and such. But, once she is comfortable with you, she’ll wanna snuggle as often as possible. She likes to be in your lap and have your arms wrapped around her, basically enveloping her into your chest, like you could protect her from the world. She’s also definitely always the little spoon, she loves how safe and cozy it makes her feel.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She absolutely does want to settle down almost as soon as possible. She wants nothing more than that cute domestic bliss of living in her own place with her partner, having a place she can call home with the love of her life. And I think she’s amazing at cooking and cleaning. I think she’s really good about keeping on top of everything so there’s never much cleaning to do in one go because she basically always cleans as she goes along. She’s also very good about keeping the house incredibly neat, tidy, and organised; she doesn’t like mess or chaos.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If she had to end the relationship for whatever reason I think she would write down all of her feelings into a letter. She’d pour her heart and soul out onto the page, letting her pen speak for her because she can’t bring herself to say it out loud herself. She would give you the letter with a squeaky apology because she just can’t get her voice under control to actually talk it out with you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I feel like once she’s in a relationship and she feels comfortable Chrissy is committed. She loves you and she genuinely does just want to spend the rest of her life with you, and she can’t wait for that rest of her life with you to begin! I feel like she’s the type who would want to get married as soon as, even if she is still quite young. She loves you and she knows she loves you and she just can’t picture a life / future with you not in it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Most of the time she is gentle, like very very gentle. The only time she’s not soft and gentle is when she’s squeezing you in one of her tight hugs which she saves only for you. She’s also super gentle emotionally speaking. She can get upset really easily on account of her anxiety. Even just using the wrong tone of voice with her accidentally can set her off spiralling. She’s very fragile and sensitive with her emotions and she needs a lot of reassurance. But she’s also great in the sense that’s so gentle and sweet when it comes to listening to you talk about your issues; she’s always so incredibly sweet and kind and understanding.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Chrissy loves hugs, she loves it when you hug her the most, just wrapping your arms around her body and holding her close. I think Chrissy would be quite needy with simple physical affection like this, she always likes to be snuggled close to you as much as possible. When she hugs you she squeezes so incredibly hard, harder than you’d think possible for someone as small as her. But she’s only like this with you, only puts her everything into her hug when it’s with you. When it comes to other people like her friends or whatever she’s very reserved and doesn’t like to hug them properly. I think she’s very particular about physical touch when it comes to other people, it’s really only you that she gets touchy with because she feels so completely comfortable with you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I think because she’s a lil insecure it would actually take Chrissy a fair amount of time to actually admit that she’s in love with you. She knows she loves you, she’s absolutely head over heels for you, and has been for ages. But she’s always just so self conscious and insecure that you don’t feel quite as strongly back about her. So she only admits her feelings and says ‘I love you’ after you’ve already told her first. But then, after that first time, she usually won’t miss an opportunity to tell it to you again and again.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Chrissy can get jealous but it doesn’t come from a place of possession, it comes from a place of insecurity. She’s constantly second guessing and doubting herself and often worries that you’ll leave her for someone ‘better’. So when she’s jealous she just gets very quiet and reserved because she’s busy overthinking in her head. It just means you have to spend some time reassuring her how much you love her and giving her plenty of words of affirmation because she definitely needs it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Chrissy’s kisses are always very soft and tender, gentle and searching. No matter how many times you’ve kissed her almost every time feels just like the first, her lips tentatively exploring yours. I also imagine she’s constantly applying lip gloss / balm so tends to taste like a different flavour almost every day. And you absolutely love exploring her lips and trying to guess today’s flavour.

L = Love language (Pretty self explanatory, what is their love language?)

Her two main loves languages towards you are physical affection and gift giving. However, her favourite love language to receive, as I said earlier, is words of affirmation and reassurance.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Chrissy likes to get up early. She’ll get up, do a quick work out or go for a short run, then shower and do her morning skin and hair care routines before doing her makeup and getting dressed for the day. She always eats some kind of fruit for breakfast and drinks at least one glass of water to start her day off. She’s very particular about this routine and she almost never strays from it. Even if she has nothing to actually do for the day she’ll still get up and do this whole routine, even if she is only returning to your side in bed afterwards. So most of your morning is spent just watching her as she goes about with her routine. Maybe sometimes you go running with her if you feel up to it.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It depends! Some nights you go out together on cute lil dates to the cinema or rollerblading etc. Some nights both you and her get dragged to the popular guys’ parties, but you both tend to dip out early or as quickly as you can. Other nights you guys have lil pamper sessions together at home; Chrissy is big into self-care when it comes to skincare and haircare etc. So you guys will spend the evening doing face masks and hair masks and painting each other’s nails etc. She’ll give you a lil scalp massage / scratch because it’s something she just genuinely enjoys doing. Sometimes you’ll even have a bubble bath together. Then you’ll watch some cute rom-com comfort movies together because those are her favourites, all the whole she’ll be snuggled into your chest and you’ll just be stroking her back gently.

0 = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Chrissy would take a while to really open up to you. She’s really insecure about herself and the issues she struggles with so yeah it takes a lot of patience and gentle encouragement for her to really let you in and see who she really is behind her very smiley persona. But once she does open up to you she feels so unbelievably relieved because she’s never talked so openly to someone like that before and she’s just so grateful to have you in her life.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She’s very patient and does not get angered easily. And even when she does get angry she doesn’t usually do or say anything about it, she just pushes it down. She doesn’t like to argue so she’ll go out her way to repress her anger rather than actually have to confront whatever the issue is. So when she does get outwardly angry about something you know it’s bad.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Oh yeah Chrissy remembers every tiny detail that you tell her. I think it might be an anxiety thing to be perfectly honest but yeah she pays attention to everything you say. To her there’s no such thing as a small, passing comment. She’ll remember you humming a casual comment about liking a necklace you saw in this store once. The next day you’ll find a lil wrapped box in your locker and inside, yep, is that lil necklace. She remembers your favourite comfort foods and movies, all of your personal lil quirks and inside jokes, she remembers it all and doesn’t hesitate to use it all to her advantage to cheer you up whenever you need it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Her favourite moment is the first time you told her ‘I love you’. She’d been wanting to say it to you for so long but she was so nervous and insecure that you didn’t feel the same way about her. So when you finally plucked up the courage to say it first she was just so overcome with relief and joy and happiness and love. She was consumed with how happy she was and she’ll never forget that moment; she replays it in her head when she needs cheering up or reminding that you do indeed love her.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Chrissy is very anxious and timid so I don’t think she’d ever be too bold in being protective of you. Her way of being protective would likely be clinging onto you in some way, holding onto your arm and just letting her body be as close it can be to yours. And she likes to be protected herself in a similar way, she finds much comfort in your physical affection. But she also likes verbal protection and affirmation as well, you standing up for her and essentially saying to the world that she’s yours and yours alone; yeah she likes that.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She definitely puts a lot of effort into your relationship. She likes to plan dates, spend quality time with you, give you plenty of love and attention. She goes almost over the top to spoil you with gifts on your birthday. And for your anniversaries she always has some really special night out planned. She’s great at sharing the load of everyday tasks as well; sometimes she’ll even do too much and there’s practically nothing left for you to contribute (as in like cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc.) Chrissy’s usually got it all covered.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I don’t know why but I think she’d be the type to pick at her nails / cuticles when she’s nervous or anxious or stressed. Or similarly she’ll bounce her leg a lot when she’s feeling those things as well. She’ll also play with her necklace a lot, running the pendant back and forth across the chain. I think Chrissy has a lot of issues with self-esteem and anxiety and unfortunately she’s developed some bad habits / coping mechanisms because of it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Yes she is very concerned with her looks. But it’s not a vanity thing, it’s actually more of an insecurity thing. She feels so much pressure to look a certain way, especially with being a cheerleader and in the popular group. She always feels like she has eyes on her and those eyes have certain expectations of what she should look like. So yes she is very high maintenance about her appearance but sadly it comes from a place of insecurity rather than just a general want to look nice. Poor baby girl just needs someone to kiss her forehead and tell her she’s beautiful no matter what.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I don’t know if I’d say she’d feel incomplete without you but she would definitely feel your absence greatly. When she’s in a serious relationship Chrissy really does attach herself greatly to them so you being not around for whatever reason would greatly effect her. She’d definitely feel like something was missing in her life but not like she didn’t know who she was without you or anything.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

I think Chrissy plans her outfits for the week ahead of time, even down to what underwear she’s gonna wear on each day. She’s just extremely organised in that respect. She also coordinates her makeup and hair styles for each outfit as well. And, as I mentioned earlier, she has an array of flavoured lip balms and glosses and she picks a different one each day, also to go with whatever she’s wearing.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like)

She doesn’t like mess and untidiness or anything unhygienic. Despite being in the popular group I don’t think she likes to actually goes to parties and stuff too often. Usually she’s only there because she feels like she has to be because that’s what her group of people do and expect her to do. But secretly I think she much prefers quiet nights in, or nights out spent with just you and not that crowd of jocks and preps.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

She has a super extensive skin care routine that she does every single night before bed without fail. And I think she probably sleeps with her hair tucked into a silk wrap so it doesn’t get messy and frizzy. She likes to be bundled like a burrito in blankets, even in the middle of summer. She’s always snuggled in the covers. And honestly she’s so cute you can’t even get mad at her when she completely steals the blanket.

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just friends? | chrissy cunningham

SUMMARY : are you and chrissy really just friends? or more than that?

chrissy cunningham x fem! reader

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GENRE : fluff

WARNINGS : tension, hidden feelings & love confessions, slight mentions of homophobia

WORD COUNT : 2,021

a/n: we need more chrissy fics pls so i deliver and istg if tumblr removes a post again in the main hashtags, i will riot.

likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

there she was, all smiling and looking so cute from afar, talking with a friend. your heart thumped seeing the familiar locks of strawberry blonde gorgeous hair coming into your field of vision. lips into that pretty smile that made everyone adore her. the subtle glow of her cheeks, knowing how cheery she is. chrissy cunningham. that sweet cheerleader that had enraptured your heart since the very first day you had met her in middle school. you sighed at yourself, walking towards her direction, smiling as she finally saw you.

“y/n!” chrissy called, your chest fluttered seeing her smile grew even wider. as pathetic it may sound, you had a big fat crush on her. felt a bit confusing at first but you knew well that this wasn’t just some platonic admiration, you really did like her. so much that it made your heart hurt knowing she’ll never be with a woman.

“what’s got you smiling like that, chris’?” you laughed as she encircled her arm into your elbow. pulling you close to her, the subtle scent of her floral perfume filling your nostrils with that pleasant shuddery feeling. you bit your lip as her closeness seized to make you wanna kiss her here and now.

“jason talked to me today.” she grinned. and of course the titled queen of hawkins high would have a crush on king jason fucking carver. your small smile tightened, fake it was as you had no choice to listen to her again and again about jason this and that. it felt bitter, like a hard pill to swallow knowing no one knows you had a crush on a girl. all to yourself knowing damn well the fact a mob could appear if anyone knew you had a crush on chrissy.

“oh?” you laughed, not so genuine. “what did he say to you?”

“gods, he asked me out! this friday! and i’m so nervous. i can’t remember being this excited for a boy.” she squealed, the bitterness in your throat taunting you. well, what were you going to do? jason carver was every girl’s dream right now. blonde, handsome, a jock and captain of the basketball team. and chrissy and him were perfect for each other. why wouldn’t they be together? her eyes sparkled waiting for your opinion as you held yourself in, the jealousy burning up in your throat as you smiled wider for her.

“luck you. getting a date with him. why are you nervous? you’re literally too pretty for him.” you cooed, nudging her as she rolled her eyes at you. the subtle blush on her cheek making you smirk. it’s true.

“flattery doesn’t work on me.” she huffed. “and besides you know how long i’ve been dreaming for him to finally ask me out—“ her rant drifted into the background, never listening to what jason is or that. the taste of bittersweet jealousy on your tongue. you just looked at her, admiring the way her eyes were sparkling every time.

“so, i was thinking of buying something new, ‘ya know? maybe a new dress or even makeup. you got to help me.” she smiled.

“tomorrow?” you asked as she nodded eagerly. you were going to say yes anyways. “yeah, i could help you.”

“thank you so much. i’ll call you later!” she hugged you, making you stumble a bit in her sudden bear hug. hands squeezing her side in return. the overwhelming scent of her making you dizzy. she let go, waving off as you put on a tight-lip smile until she was gone. missing her warmth already. you let out a huff, watching her get inside the car of her mother, that witch waving at you with that unbearable smile. forcing you to wave back for politeness knowing the hag gets on your nerves. the lingering thought of your unruly crush, crushing you in the process.

but here you are,

holding her hand as chrissy dragged you into the makeup section of the department store. her other hand already holding several shopping bags of dresses and other things she bought out the blue. you enjoyed it, having to be close with her again. holding her hand and all, having to keep up with this all glam-up process just for a date with a stupid boy. who probably doesn’t even know what she really likes.

“does this shade match me?” she held up a lipstick. deep red was the color. “it’s looks pretty.” she smiled, holding it up.

“swatch it?” you asked as she picked up the tester to put it on her wrist, showing it to you. it matched her pale skin, the cold tone red completing her skin color. it looked beautiful on her if she wore it. “yeah, it does.”

“but do you think jason will like it?” she pouted, making you subtly roll your eyes at the mention of his name. “i feel like red’s too bold on me.” she laughed.

“and why do you think he’ll not like it?” you grabbed the exact lipstick to put it in the small shopping basket. “he’s not gonna wear it.”

“i don’t know but he said he liked pink on me. do you think he’ll like red?” she pondered, you huffed, already annoyed at how the boy was putting a spell on her.

“just because some boy said he liked something on you, doesn’t mean you’ll have to listen to him.” you noted seeing her face contort into a subtle frown, contemplating as she gazed upon the array of lipsticks.

“just for sure.” she whispered, getting a bubblegum pink nude lipstick as you shake your head at her. accepting it silently, gazing upon the red for a moment as she dragged you again to the counter, heart breaking reminding you that her sole attention was not on you. just on jason.

•••

if you could say friends always stick to each other, is it normal in a unhealthy amount of time you’ve spent with chrissy? she always called you, pleading for you to spend time with her. each day in her house, in her pretty pink bedroom, doing nothing but just keeping each other’s companies. always hugging you, kissing your cheeks when she gets to, was that friends do in a frequent amount? hell, you don’t know. friendships vary from affections, platonic it is but your mind wanders if your friendship with her was more than that.

frankly now, you’re holding in your breath as you applied makeup on her. faces close as you applied a blue eyeshadow on her eyelids. heart fluttering how she looked so gorgeous like this. lips slightly open, eyelashes fluttering once in a while. the amount of willpower you have just not to kiss her right now was extraordinary for your desperate ass knowing you’re actually prepping her for her date later. just kiss her! no!

“you done?” she asked as you backed up, putting the eyeshadow palette and brush. the only thing missing is the lipstick. that red shade you liked.

“yeah. just lipstick next. want me to put on you?” you asked as she nodded cutely. you smiled, getting the red shade.

“don’t you think pink will suit me?” chrissy asked as you held up the lipstick in front of her. nervous for jason probably.

“of course. but i think red looks good on you.” you promised. you can see the furrow of her brows as she glanced at the bold color, her blue irises meeting yours, unsure they are. “it’ll look good, i promise, ‘chris.”

“alright.” she meekly agreed, still scared as you lean forward to grasp her chin. a gasp left her lips as you instructed her to open her mouth a bit, she complied, making your cheeks blush how this situation looked. her eyes set somewhere as you focused on applying the red perfectly without any smudges. thumb gently grazing her soft skin as you felt yourself heating up how close the two of you are. you bit your lip as you focused, painting her pretty lips red, swiping your thumb as you cleaned it off a bit. heart exploding in the inside as you finished, clueless what you were doing to her as you smiled.

“and done.” you grinned, looking up to meet her eyes. freezing seeing the same soft wonders stare at you intently, chrissy’s breathing almost seized how close the two of you are. nose almost brushing against each other as you stared dumbly back at her. unaware what you were doing to her. you panicked, heart thumping, unsure what to do as she started getting closer. a tinge of hope you thought you’d never feel.

“chrissy?” you shakily asked, confused, breaking the ice.

“i feel funny.” she breathed out inching closer to grasp your hand. your eyes widened seeing her pupils darken. a confused expression mixed with something else written across her face. “you’re doing something to me, y/n.”

“w-what?”

you were left hanging as she leaned in, connecting her red lips to yours in such a soft way. the hand gripping yours tightened as you froze, not believing this moment. a dream? this certainly is a dream. you thought, the tips of your ears heating up. but all, you kissed her back, the urge driving you insane. months of pinning for this moment, the desperation as you molded your lips to hers, making her whimper. but she didn’t hold back, wrapping her arms around your neck to pull you closer. your eyes were shut closed, savoring the moment as your hands didn’t know where to touch her but all things must stop.

“wait, chris’—“ you mumbled against her lips as she tried to pull you against her again. you were deeply confused, so confused you couldn’t help but grasp her shoulders firm to stop her. “wait. just wait.” you begged.

“w-what? i thought…” she blushed red, pulling away. seeing red all over your own lips, flustered she is. “god, i’m so sorry, y/n. i should—“

“it’s fine. it’s perfectly fine actually.” you held your breath. “i’m…” you stuttered out, not exactly grasping the idea chrissy had just fucking kissed you!

“i’m sorry.” she huffed, putting her hands on her cheeks. embarrassed she hadn’t controlled herself. but it was your fault, looking at her like that. she couldn’t help but kiss you. “i just… you make me feel something. i couldn’t understand it and i thought kissing you would help me— this is wrong.” she breathed out, realizing she kissed a girl.

“is it?” you blinked, suddenly ashamed how she looks mortified right now. “i should go.”

you were about to stand up, wanting to run away. afraid she’ll reject you or what but chrissy pulled you down again. determined. “please, chris’. i’m confused here.” you pleaded, wanting answers.

“i’m sorry. it’s not like that. i really do… yes i think i really do like you.” she confessed, scared you’d go as you stared at her with disbelief. no, that was not true.

“what? what about jason and all the things you had said about him—“

“because i was panicking! i thought jason would make me stop these feelings i have for you. i really thought but it isn’t.” she frowned, blushing. “i just thought something was wrong with me until now. you’ve been so sweet, so flirty and you make me feel like i’m dizzy here. and yes, i like you.”

“you do?” you sat down again, ready to make this all real. “i’ve been crushing on you for like the rest of our friendship, you know.” you added, looking away embarrassed. “you’re not the only one.”

“i really do.” chrissy nodded, inching closer. smiling at you sweetly as your heart fluttered again. “i really really do.”

you let out a breath, feeling her thumb wipe away the red stain on your own lips. she giggled, liking the way you were squirming as your cheeks heated up from her actions. leaning in again to conceal the lingering air of emotions. sure how your now red lips were perfect to hers, forgetting about the poor jock probably waiting for her. right now, you only mattered.

only you.

CHRISSY NATION ARISE 😩😩😩😩

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How could you do this, babe? | Chrissy Cunningham x Munson!Reader

Summary: You find Chrissy crying in the school bathroom 

Word count: 0.9k

Request: If you feel up to it, could you write a gn!Munson!reader where the reader is a metal head like Eddie. I like the idea that Chrissy finds out that Jason is cheating on her and the reader comforts her. You can decide if it feels more romantic or platonic but I definitely want the reader to get in a physical fight with Jason due to how protective of Chrissy they are.

A/N: I completely forgot about gn!reader and I’m so sorry! If you made this request, please ignore when I mention the reader being Eddie’s sister.

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You were washing your hands when you heard someone sobbing in a stall. Whoever it was, the person sounded heartbroken.

Although it was a little creepy, you looked at the bottom of the stalls and stopped when you saw a pair of white sneakers. The sobs were coming from there.

You knocked on the door gently, not trying to spook the girl on the other side. ‘’You okay in there?’’

It was a stupid question to ask, you realized. Someone who’s fine would not be sobbing in a school bathroom stall.

‘’I’m fine,’’ a small, broken voice answered. ‘’Please just go away.’’

A frown formed between your eyebrows, recognizing the voice. ‘’Chrissy? Is that you?’’

Her silence confirmed it was her.

You didn’t know Chrissy Cunningham much besides that she was the cheerleading team’s captain and that was sitting beside you in Spanish class. She always had a ponytail with a pink scrunchie that matched her pink backpack. She had the cutest upturned nose and blue eyes-

You caught yourself smiling at the thought of her, then snapped out of your reverie. Chrissy was on the other side of this door, crying. It’s not the time to daydream about her.

‘’Do you…do you want me to get Jason?’’

You fought a grimace, his name feeling like poison on your tongue. Although you hated the jock, he was still her boyfriend. Maybe would want him to comfort her.

‘’No!’’ Chrissy rushed, her voice cracking through her tears. ‘’Please, not Jason.’’

Her tone made you assume her tears had something to do with Jason. Your jaw clenched. What did the asshole do to her?

‘’Okay, okay. No Jason,’’ you promised. ‘’Do you want to come out? There’s no one else in the bathroom.’’

You heard some sniffles, then the lock was pulled and the door creaked as it opened. She came out and the sight broke your heart. Her hair was in her classic ponytail, but her cheeks were wet with tears and some mascara mixed with blue eye shadow was smeared under her eyes. You had no idea how long she had been in that stall crying for, but it must've been a while.

You went to the sink and grabbed some paper-towels for her tears. ‘’Here.’’

She gave you a weak smile and thanked you, walking up to the mirrors to fix herself. ‘’I look like a mess. Sorry.’’ If her mother saw her like that, she’d tell her to straighten up and stop crying.

‘’It’s okay. I’m not gonna judge you for not looking perfect.’’ You grabbed more paper-towels and dampened it under the tap to help wipe off the black and blue smears under her eyes. ‘’Chrissy? I know it’s none of my business and, correct me if I’m wrong, but did something happen with Jason? Is that why you were crying in the bathroom?’’

Her hand crisped around the paper-towels.

Anger began brewing in you. Whatever stupid shit Jason had done to her made you want to dent his car by accidentally backing into it with your brother’s van. Eddie would totally be on your side if you did it - even if it would scratch his rear bumper.

Revenge will have to wait because you saw Chrissy's eyes fill with tears, threatening to spill.

‘’Come here,’’ you offered, opening your arms and pulling her in a hug. It was your third time talking in four years and you were already at the hugging stage. Her fruity body spray enveloped you, smelling of sweet strawberries. ‘’No more tears for him, okay? He doesn't deserve them.’’

You felt her tightening her hold around you and nodding against your leather jacket. ‘’Okay.’’ She sniffled. ‘’I’ll try. It’s just, I can't stop picturing it,’’ Chrissy said. ‘’Her mouth on his and his hand under her skirt- I can't unsee it.’’ Another fit of tears spilled from her eyes.

Anger was boiling in your veins after hearing Chrissy's story. He fucking cheated on her. How could he cheat on a sweet girl like Chrissy? She was so pure-intended and kind - and pretty. Can't he see how lucky he is to call her his girlfriend? Why did he have to fuck it all up? Anyone would kill to be in his spot - you included.

You stormed out of the bathroom with fire in your eyes, knowing where Jason and his goons were at this hour. He had study hall for the next period, meaning he must be outside.

‘’Y/N, where are you going?’’ Chrissy asked, following behind and struggling to catch your pace.

‘’Fixing Carver’s pretty face.’’

As expected, Jason was by the bike rack, laughing with his friends and talking about basketball. There was a game tonight and you were looking forward to giving him a new face for his game. People are going to ask how he got injured and he'll be too ashamed to say a girl did this to him.

Coming from his peripheral side, Jason didn't see you coming, giving you the perfect angle to punch him across the face. He stumbled back at the unexpected impact, groaning as blood seeped from his nose.

Chrissy and the Tigers gasped in shock, not expecting such violence from you.

‘’What the fuck was that for?’’ Jason spat.

You shrugged. ‘’Needed something to let my anger out. You’re a shitty basketball player, but you make a great punching bag.’’

‘’You Munsons are all crazy!’’

‘’Yeah, crazy runs in the family,’’ you quipped back. ‘’Does cheaters run in yours?’’ you yelled at him, watching him hold his bloody nose.

The mention of cheaters made him notice Chrissy standing behind you. She knew. ‘’Chrissy, babe-’’Jason began, but Chrissy shook her head.

‘’Don't call me 'babe'. We’re over, Jason.’’ She reached behind her neck to unhook the gold necklace and dropped it on the ground.

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