#ft. chrissy

[elliebellyteaches]

↳INSTAGRAM: @ElizabethSmith uploaded a photo:

Chrissy’s first big creation being put to good use! So proud!

[a-painintheneck]

CHAPTER: PAWN STARRING: MALACHI THORN & CHRISSY BROOKE

triggers: blood, violence and manipulation

@chrissy-brooke

He doubted she even knew where to strike. Where the heart was. And even if she did attempt to do something, Malachi’s reflexes were far better than hers in every capacity. Which he demonstrated when she swung the branch towards his leg in an attempt to stall him. His hand reached for it just in time and crushed it, might as well have been a toothpick. Foolish girl, he thought as he watched her take off in the opposite direction. [x]

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[elliebellyteaches]

Ellie was thrilled. She could remember very clearly the last time she’d had a girl’s night in, on account of the fact that she’d never had one at all. Dylan’s father had always been opposed to her having friends over – he'd loathed Reid, and he’d had a few choice words to say about Ainsley that still made her sick to her stomach to think about – meaning that by the time she’d freed herself from his clutches, she was in her twenties, raising a child on her own, and had no time for slumber parties or nights at the club. 

Admittedly, Ainsley was always trying to make up for lost time in her attempts to help Ellie regain some of her youth, but Elizabeth Smith was far from being a party girl. The bright lights and loud, booming music of the nightlife scene Reid and Ainsley frequented tended to overwhelm her, and she hated boring her friends with her dull nights in with jigsaws and a ball of yarn. She knew they’d never let her call herself boring, of course, but her friends were far more vibrant and exciting than she was. They lived loudly and unapologetically, and Ellie was still trying to find her footing, even at her big age now. 

She’d felt a sharp sting of regret when she’d first reached out to Chrissy, guilt building in the pit of her stomach. Ellie had thought it might be nice to invite her over, given the high stakes of her job and the stress she must constantly be under. She knew she did a lot for her sister, and Ozzie was always gushing about how hard she worked. Ellie wanted to offer her an easy, relaxing night away from the stress she always carried. Reality had hit her hard when the other girl had boldly assumed Ellie was asking her if she was free because she was looking for a childminder. She’d very kindly offered her services, and Ellie had – figuratively – tripped over herself to explain that she was asking Chrissy to hang out because she wanted to spend the evening with her! For fun! 

Luckily, she’d taken her up on her offer, and Dylan had been carted off to Ozzie’s to terrorise his uncle for the weekend. 

Ellie was fretting, though. She’d spent the duration of her day tidying around hers and Reid’s shared apartment – he was at his mom’s for the weekend, the two Macnamara boys treating their mother to a spa treatment and expensive meal while they reminisced and mourned their father on the anniversary of his death. She’d tidied away every last toy of Dylan’s, scoured the place to ensure there were none of his booby traps still laying around, waiting for Chrissy to fall victim to them. And then she’d cooked a vast array of snacks, treats and finger food for Chrissy to help herself to. Dylan got a little stressed about textures sometimes, so she’d tried to make sure there were plenty of options. And she’d baked. She’d baked such an array of sweet treats that she knew she’d be dumping a large portion of it onto Glenn and Aspen for the next time either of them had the munchies – not that she tended to ask a lot about that. 

By the time Ellie heard a knock sound on her front door, she’d just finished setting up the crafting station she’d pulled together on hers and Reid’s coffee table. Her hair was pulled into clumsy plaits, and she was wearing her favourite dungarees, coupled with one of Reid’s sweaters that she’d stolen so long ago that it was practically hers now. 

“Chrissy! It’s so good to see you!” Ellie cried out as the door swung open, before catching herself and stopping short.  

She’d had so much energy bubbling under her skin, that she’d hardly remembered the existence of noise control. Lowering her voice, she stepped aside, a light blush colouring her cheeks as she ushered for the other girl to come in. She figured she probably shouldn’t hug her, just in case it was unwanted. 

“Sorry. Indoor voice is ago. Please, come in!” 

[hawkinsitgirl]

@hawkinschrissy​   /   setting  →  melvald's  general  store.

the  ring  of  the  bell  echoed  across  the  room  as  carol  entered  melvald's  general  store,  and  for  a  moment,  she  felt  a  sense  of  nostalgia  rush  through  her  as  her  eyes  scanned  its  familiar  shelves.  of  course,  the  nostalgia  was  misplaced;  carol  barely  stepped  foot  in melvald's  during  her  high  school  years,  though  maybe  it  was  because  the  store  was  a  reminder  of  the  old  hawkins,  before  the  starcourt  fire,  before  the  earthquake.

still,  carol  wasn't  here  to  reminisce.  really,  she  was  only  ever  there  to  replenish  her  gum  stash,  and  melvald's  was  the  closest  place  to  her  dad's  office.  her  plan  was  to  get  in  and  out  of  there  without  much  of  a  fuss,  but  a  familiar  mop  of  blonde  hair  caught  her  eye,  her  lips  turning  up  into  a  grin.  "  are  my  eyes  fucking  with  me  or  is  that  the  chrissy  cunningham  i  see?  "   she  called  out,  her  voice  sweet,  though  thinly  veiled  with  the  venom  she  was  so  known  for  in  high  school.   "  i  didn't  know  you  were...  here.  "

[thebestprewett]

🍺 top 3 hottest in Hogwarts

“Can I vote for myself? No? Fine.” Gideon tapped his chin, “Ted’s hot. So is Safiye, for sure. Oh, and Chrissy.”

( @edwcrdtcnks, @safiyetekin, @offlora )

[viclinists]

starter for @thirstprone

– IT’S NOT LIKE ODETTE TO STEP OUT DURING CLASS. but this was a class she’d used to share with quentin, oddly enough. and it was hard to focus on alexander the great when the seat next to her remained hauntingly empty. no one else dared to sit in it, like it was haunted or cursed. less people sat near odette in general – they were more than happy to whisper, but to say something to her face? unlikely. the sinking feeling, the loneliness finally becomes too much to bear, and she excuses herself to the restroom to catch her breath and hopefully ward off an incoming panic attack. 

she grips the edge of the sink until her knuckles turn white, staring at herself in the mirror. don’t cry. don’t cry. don’t cry, she repeats to herself, and just when she thinks she might lose it, she hears the creak of the bathroom door and footsteps on the tile floor. her eyes lock with those of christina vanzin, quite possibly the worst person to stumble upon her at this moment in time. “oh, great,” odette mumbles under her breath, averting her gaze and hoping that for once in her life, chrissy will have the restraint to leave her alone.