IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY YIPPIEE... I didn't draw anything special for today so enjoy this NormScary Wicked AU doodle from my sketchbook.... I miss posting traditional art lowkey
scary realizing, horror of horrors, that she has a crush on normal, and she makes it his problem
she glares daggers at him constantly, which freaks him out bc he thinks she's mad at him and he doesnt know why. she gives him the silent treatment and he doesnt know what's going on. she leaves notes in his locker that read more like cease and desist letters, but they're so vague that he thinks its a threat. maybe she even starts biting him and he's SO confused
then one day, seemingly out of the blue to normal, scary holds his hand down the hallway at school and takes over half of his locker. she shares whatever little debbie dessert terry packed in her lunch with him, she walks with him to every class, and she kisses him on the cheek
normal is now more terrified than ever but he thinks his wife might be his girlfriend now??? should he ask or should he just ride this high as far as he can???
Hero Swallows-Oak-García's Guide to Fixing a Polycule Marriage in 10 Easy Steps || A03
Hero sets everyone in the polywagon up on one-on-one dates so they can connect to each other and save their marriage.
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CHAPTER 2 IS UP!!! Got a little Hermie and Linc date! We love us some enemy-to-lovers KickWorthy!
Each chapter will explore a different pairing in the polywagon, and each chapter will be at least 10k words, so if you only like certain pairings, you can read those chapters in isolation without reading other chapters.
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eden bingham/chrissy cunningham ft. lactation kink, breastfeeding, wives being wifey, coitus interruptus bc they wifed too hard and made a baby | E
written for @strangerthingskinktober day 6: lactation.
“It’s not your fault, sweet girl, you can’t be expected to know how to contain all of this all by yourself,” Eden continues, a hand reaching out to cup lightly around the edge of her breast, fingertips sinking into the fat of it.
She’s just barely toeing the line of condescension and Chrissy eats it up, expression softening as she shakes her head in agreement. “N-no, I… I can’t, by myself…”
“No,” Eden clicks her tongue. “Lie down, darling.”
or, the one where chrissy's tits won't stop leaking and her wife is suddenly overcome with a thirst only quenched by lots and lots of warm milk
GothCheer (Chrissy Cunningham X Eden Bingham) fanction inspired by THIS Tik Tok <3
Chrissy Cunningham was starting her twenty-first birthday with a bang. And by bang she meant she was watching the clock strike midnight on her computer screen as she clicked her way through a newly formed Queer Women Only IRC server. This was something she'd considered doing for weeks, though each time she'd come close she'd chickened out at the last minute. Which was absolutely ridiculous. Because she was a grown woman now. And she could do whatever she damn well pleased, no longer under the thumb of her parents as she sat hours away in her apartment in Indianapolis. But still, this was something new. Something forbidden, in a sense. It was up there alongside her occasional smoke sessions with her good friend Eddie in terms of taboo-ness.
God, if only Jason Carver could see her now. Chrissy Cunningham, former Queen of Hawkins High, now sitting alone scrolling through walls and walls of text written by lesbians, dykes, queers, and all the like across the world. Jason would be pissed to say the least, probably accuse Eddie 'The Freak' Munson of somehow corrupting her. As if. Chrissy was the one to realize her queerness first. And (not to brag) but she'd figured out she wasn't as straight as she thought before Eddie did. Though perhaps Eddie did play a hand in that, because it wasn't until her and Eddie had shared their first kiss did it hit Chrissy like a ton of bricks that NOPE! She and men were not compatible in the ways she'd thought. Which was only a small shame… as Eddie was a nice guy, and it was weird to have to explain to him that while he was perfect, he wasn't perfect for her. Though things worked out, as things often did, because Eddie realized he wasn't straight only a few weeks after Chrissy. And now he had a boyfriend.
And Chrissy had this chatroom.
This damn chatroom.
Perhaps she'd been lost in thought, staring at her screen for far too long because she was shocked back into focus when she saw a message sent straight to her from a user called GardenOf.
GardenOf: a/s/l?
Chrissy raced to respond, giggling to herself at the mere thought of another queer woman speaking to her. She'd barely met any others, not since she and Eddie had hit up the gay bar together some weeks ago- though the gay bars around were never really Chrissy's scene.
CheerH86: 21, Female, Indianopolis :) I just turned 21 about 15 minutes ago! Hbu? a/s/l?
GardenOf: 22, woman, utah. congrats on turning 21. not used to meeting other dykes around my age. or well. i assume ur a dyke. unless u've gotten lost in the wrong servers. ;)
Chrissy felt her face flush, unsure how to perceive any of this. Again, she wasn't used to talking to other queer women. How was she supposed to know what was normal amongst them? Was the wink flirtatious or just friendly?
CheerH86: Not lost! I'm in the right place. Proud dyke over here! I assume you're one too. Unless you're somehow more lost than I could ever be.
CheerH86: ;)
GardenOf: definitely not lost. i know what i am.
GardenOf: what brings you by? just looking to chat or…?
Chrissy blinks at the screen, trying to figure out what other things you could do on IRC besides chat. Then she hears Eddie's voice in the back of her head, his mischevious croon in her ear as he makes some sort of dirty joke about getting rocks off to Internet strangers. Which, she's pretty sure, he has actually done before.
This thought (of getting rocks off to Internet strangers, not of Eddie himself) makes Chrissy turn red as can be- and she silently berates herself. Is she in high school again? All shy about sex and attraction? She's a grown woman now. This shouldn't be so flustering. And shit- she still needs to respond.
CheerH86: I intended to. I mean. What are you here for? :)
GardenOf: to chat. maybe find a girl, if i'm lucky. my friend argyle told me to try my luck here. he's quote "sick of me moping about about not getting with some amazing dudette".
CheerH86: Dudette?
GardenOf: californian.
CheerH86: Ohhhh. Okay :) Well I hope you find a dudette to get with.
CheerH86: Like your friend said.
A few moments pass in the silence of Chrissy's room, and she feels a bit nervous. Butterflies swarming in her stomach in a way that feels utterly embarassing. After all, this is a stranger. She's barely spoken a few sentences to her, and she has zero idea what she looks like or who she is or-
GardenOf: here's hoping.
GardenOf: tell me about yourself. i'm eden by the way. i like bauhaus, the cure, and the sisters of mercy. i also like a lot of art, i do a shit ton of it myself. and i like good ol'mary jane. if you know what i mean. ;)
CheerH86: I know what you mean ;) I may or may not be familiar with Ms. Mary Jane myself.
CheerH86: But you didn't hear that from me :)
CheerH86: I'm Chrissy though! I like Madonna and Cyndi Lauper and Blondie. And I like dancing, and cheerleading. I'm a cheerleader at my college, though I'm studying to be a guidance counselor for teens.
CheerH86: What kind of art do you do?
GardenOf: well chrissy, the better question is what don't i do. i do it all. paint. charcoal. pencil. sculpting. i really like oil pastels right now. though last week i was working on a few wire sculptures. it depends on the day.
GardenOf: i'm looking for my muse, waiting for her to just give me that perfect bit of inspiration.
GardenOf: you know of any muses roaming about? any cute girls waiting to inspire a hapless artist such as myself?
Oh. OH. This girl. This Eden. She's good. Too good really. Because Chrissy is sitting here twirling her hair with her finger and blushing scarlet like she's a schoolgirl again. All over IRC flirtations and the word cute stuck in static on her screen. Eden can't even see her. So really this shouldn't even be able to get Chrissy in any sort of state, yet here she is hearing wedding bells as she tries to think of a coherent response that isn't just throwing herself at her computer screen in hopes that this artistic dyke will just appear out of thin air to catch her in her arms.
CheerH86: I think I know a girl ;) I can give you her IRC username so you can keep chatting with her more often, see what she inspires.
GardenOf: please. i'd love her info. and i'd love to chat with her later. i trust your judgement. i know you'll pick a gorgeous girl.
CheerH86: How will you know she's gorgeous? You can't see her.
GardenOf: it's not just about seeing. it's about energy. and it's about personality.
CheerH86: Well how do you know if this girl has a good personality? What if she's awful?
GardenOf: i'll be the judge of that. i guess to figure it out, i'll just need to keep chatting.
GardenOf: when will you be on next?
Chrissy can't stop grinning, responding with a flourish as they melt into conversation so natural that it feels almost like she's chatting with an old friend. Yes, there's a lot of flirtation, but beyond that Eden just seems so interesting.
They begin a routine of sorts, messaging whenever they're both free- and Chrissy falls fast and hard. It's impossible not to. Not when Eden tells her about her art and her music tastes and her friends in such detail that Chrissy feels almost like she's there too. She learns about Eden's ex-boyfriend turned best friend Argyle ("i met him on a roadtrip to California, you'd like him, he's hilarious") and her large family ("seven of them, plus me, i think my parents forgot condoms exist") and her endless quest to make more art. It honestly endears Chrissy to her further. Because Eden makes art just to make it- not caring if it's perfect, or even if it's particularly good.
CheerH86: I'm so sorry your gallery opening was a bust! I can't believe only three people showed up! :(
GardenOf: hey, that's three whole people who saw my art. and one of them even came up to tell me how they liked one of my pieces in particular. i'd say it was a success.
CheerH86: What piece was it?
GardenOf: piece called 'the flyer'. it's an oil pastel thing i did of a girl up in the air. doing the shit you do. flying.
Perhaps Chrissy's in too deep when she realizes she's willing to tell Eden everything, anything really.
GardenOf: why would your mom say that? what a bitch.
CheerH86: I know right. :( I think she just wanted me to be better. But she went about it all wrong.
GardenOf: better? bullshit. even if you were the size of a whale you'd still be worth the entire world. my parents suck, but at least they weren't encouraging me to yak up my breakfast, lunch, dinner, and midnight snack.
GardenOf: seriously chrissy, i hope you know you're so beautiful. inside and out. you didn't deserve that.
Even Eddie is able to call her out on it, laughing gleefully as she rambles on yet again about Eden. Eddie leans across the table, chin rested on his palm as he sing-songs out, "So our darling Chrissy has become the muse to yet another artist? You just inspire the masses. Though I must admit, I'm jealous I now have to share you. What happened to just you and me?" He bats his eyelashes overdramatically, earning a playful shove from Chrissy.
"Shut up Eddie! You have Steve as your muse now, I heard your latest song. Last I checked I don't have 'chiseled pecs' and an 'ass for the gods'. You're just upset because you're no longer the only person with good music taste that I hang out with."
(Steve, who's sitting on the couch across the room offers up an indignant 'I have good music taste!' before he goes back to working on some lesson plan for his new TA position.)
Weeks of messaging turns into months, which turns into exchanging numbers for the first time, then addresses, then photos.
Chrissy's hands shake when she unwraps the envelope, a simple brown one covered in drawings of roses that smells faintly of weed and flowery perfume. It's from Eden, obviously, and as her hands feel the gloss of a photograph tucked within Chrissy finds her heart pounding in her chest. God. She doesn't consider herself vain, not really, not anymore- but she can only hope Eden is as pretty as she's been imagining from her descriptions. And oh. Fuck. As she holds the photo up under the light of her bedside lamp she feels her face turn that familiar shade of crimson.
Somehow Eden is infinitely more beautiful than she could have ever imagined.
When Chrissy gets a phone call a few days later she gets to hear Eden's sweet voice cooing at her with similiar sentiments, calling Chrissy a slew of positive adjectives that have her surpressing a smile so wide it'd split her face in two.
They don't even really discuss when they start officially dating. It just kind of happens. Typed up 'goodbyes' or 'ttyls' turn into 'love yous' in the blink of an eye. And Chrissy finds herself falling asleep with her phone tucked against her ear more often than not, phone bills be damned.
They still message every day. But alongside IRC chats they call, they send letters, they send packages, they do anything and everything they can from halfway across the country.
Then Chrissy finds a letter in the mail, one simply saying that Eden won't be available for a good week or two. She's going to be away, on 'important business' as she states in her letter, leaving Chrissy to pine away as she waits for her IRC chat to ping or her phone to ring at long last.
Chrissy's sitting at home, curled up on her couch watching a rented copy 'Dirty Dancing' when a sharp knock on her door fills the air. She jumps up to get it, swinging it open with a chiding 'I thought you'd say you'd call next time you were gonna come over Eddie' on the tip of her tongue before her mouth runs dry as the Sahara.
Because wow. If a photo was better than she could've ever imagined, then the real thing was infinitely more entrancing than any photo ever could be.
"Hey Chrissy."
They both rush inside in a matter of seconds, the door slamming behind them as Chrissy pulls her girlfriend in for their first kiss. It's been months of waiting, but at last it's real. She's here. And when they finally pull apart Eden's grinning like a fool, lips now coated in Chrissy's shiny lipgloss.
"Happy Birthday Chrissy." Eden says, voice so soft, eyes so bright and expression so adoring it makes Chrissy want to burst into tears, "I think I made it on time."
This shocks Chrissy's system completely, and she turns to check her calendar- noting with delight that it's just past midnight. A year since they met. And oh goodness she's now twenty-two!
Chrissy's twenty-second birthday is perhaps the best one she's ever had. No contest.
Eden spends the week with her, and they explore Indianapolis side by side. She gets to meet Eddie. And Steve. And Chrissy gets to meet Argyle, who had joined Eden on the journey- crashing on a friend's couch who also happened to live nearby ("His name is Jonathan" Argyle had explained with a lazy grin "Super nice dude, super handsome").
It's perhaps the world's cruelest joke when the week is up and Eden has to begin prepping to head back home. Chrissy nearly cries, she does cry, and Eden spends the better part of several hours trying to console her. Then Eden's climbing back into Argyle's van, ready to head out.
"I love you Chrissy," Eden says, voice so full of love she's nearly choking on it.
"I love you too Eden."
The two just stand there, letting the moment last for as long as possible before Eden suddenly perks up- diving into the mess of stuff in the van before she's rushing back over to hand Chrissy a large envelope.
"I nearly forgot!" She says in a rush, "I- I got this for you. I ended up selling the original, which uh… gave me the money to make this trip. But I thought you'd like a print. The person who ended up buying the finished piece said she'd never seen something so beautiful. I told her I had some really good inspiration."
When Chrissy opens the envelope she finds herself staring at an art print, one of a girl dressed in a cheerleading outfit much like Chrissy's old Hawkins High uniform high up in the air, looking as if she were Icarus flying towards the sun- but in this it looks as if she'll never, ever come back down. The back of the print says Eden's name, alongside the details of the piece. It's called 'The Flyer' and it was done in oil pastel. And written in curving penmanship right below it simply reads 'To my one and only muse, may you soar for the rest of your life - Love Eden'.
This starts up the waterworks in a snap, though this doesn't seem to bother Eden one bit, who holds Chrissy in her arms as Chrissy peppers her face in kisses. Then at last they pull apart and say their final farewells, and Eden is back on the long, long road to Utah.
Chrissy gets the print framed within the week, and has it hung up on her wall for the next year until she moves. Then it takes up a new spot, high above the mantle in the small home she and Eden rent on their second year anniversary. It looks at home amongst the eclectic art Eden makes and collects, and the trophies and ribbons Chrissy's won in her long career of cheerleading.
It fits their home like a glove.
And Chrissy feels like her life has never fit her better.
