7 more days until st5 vol2 and christmas. here is my 7th (out of 7) favorite piece of the stranger things multimedia project i made last spring and never shared
The vibe of this one was that it was a walkie talkie filled with missing posters of all the characters taken to the upside down in reverse chronological order. All the posters are taped together to give the feeling of a timeline.
How odd it is, to be getting married. And to Eddie Munson, of all men.
As happy as the day was, Chrissy found her head aching as her heart swelled till it felt like a balloon ready to burst. Marriage. The last she had remembered, her body was broken, yet here she was, dressed in a beautiful gown with a bouquet mere feet away from her. An Abatina poked out from the other flowers - a Belladonna here, a Butterfly Weed there, some Chives - and fell onto the floor. It made no noise, yet Chrissy flinched.
The clock ticked by as she stared at it as if expecting something to spring from it, though she knew it was virtually impossible. Since when was she getting married? She couldn't even remember. None of the days held shape in her memory. No dates, no kisses. What happened to Hawkins High? Had she graduated? She couldn't remember. Perhaps that was the most terrifying part. She couldn't remember. It's not superstitious to assume that her flying act might've blanked some memory, but she would much rather knock on wood than take that for truth.
It wasn't just cold feet. That she was sure of.
The street outside the window was that of a town she had never seen before. It wasn't Hawkins. Even without setting foot on those sidewalks, she knew it wasn't Hawkins. No weeds bursting from the fractures in the stone, no nosy neighbors . . .
Who was invited to the wedding?
There was a knock on the door, to which she clamped her hand over her mouth and stifled her breathing.
"Chrissy?"
It was Eddie. God, it was Eddie. He'd never be in suit-and-tie, never. And this dress? Itchy and certainly not her color.
"The wedding is gonna start soon, y'know. Up and at 'em!"
There was a brief pause, and she could swear she heard him audibly deflate. What happened to his usual enthusiasm? Why wasn't he putting up a fight with this?
" . . . I'll see you down there."
As soon as his footsteps echoed from below her, she stood, rushing to the closet and flipping through drawers. Nothing. Why was there nothing? Surely there had to be something. Then she looked in the mirror. And then down at herself. She was wearing a silky, shimmering white gown paired with opera-length gloves and a headband. But in the mirror? Oh, in the mirror her eyes were fogged a quiet white, and she was still in her cheer uniform.
Slowly, the pieces began falling into place. And so she fisted the sides of her gown, pulled them up and pushed past the door, running for what she hoped could become freedom.
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The chapel doors burst open and out came Chrissy, disheveled with tears staining her cheeks. The organ began its dance of a jointed future yet she paid it no mind. The guests watched, faces blank except for a smile. There was Heather Holloway, waving giddily. Nearer to the front was that Hargrove boy - hadn't he died? One of the few who didn't grin at her like some crazed maniac was a red-headed girl with a bob, and a man next to her, clutching a camera like it was his lifeline. Who were they? And at the front was Eddie, suit cleanly with a muted tie. There was no mention of Hellfire in sight. Even his hands lacked the infamous rings that he so-often wore. What she would do to feel those rings on her own hands, now.
The officiant, how odd he looked. Dressed in a brown suit with a red tie and a hat withholding his face from her eyes. He was blonde, that much she could gather, and clearly impatient. He kept checking his watch like he would soon be incredulously late for something.
Luckily for him, she'd waste no time.
"Look, I'm all glad that so many of you came, though I really don't understand why so many of you came. I mean, I'm way too young to be getting married, I don't think this guy's ever even taken me on a date. Speaking of a date, how long has it been? The last thing I remember is passing out. And have any of you even looked in a mirror, God, I swear, you should look in a mirror!"
Eddie reached out and grabbed her hand, making her wince. His grip wasn't that tight before, was it?
"I don't wanna get married. I mean I do, but not like this. I don't like this dress, I didn't even pick those flowers! An Abatina, seriously? Not my kind of flower! And for the love of God, it would never be Eddie. I mean maybe it would, but it wouldn't be this Eddie. Please, oh God, are any of you listening? Would you care right now if I left and got a christening? For the love of God, can we cancel the wedding? I am not getting married today!"
She hadn't realized till she swallowed that she began to bleed. She wiped at her nose, pulling her hand away and seeing the stain. It was then that Eddie's hand loosened.
" . . . Chrissy?"
A breath escaped her. It finally sounded like Eddie. Her Eddie.
Then she collapsed, her entire body buckling under some unforseen weight. The officiant was gone, but not fully. No. There, inches out of reach was a torn piece of paper. If she could only grab it, yet her muscles felt numb. She couldn't move. But Eddie could. And he lunged for it, ducking and rolling before standing with a bow. Most of the audience was unimpressed. Most.
"Eddie?" Her voice cracked as she spoke, while another voice raced to overpower her own.
"Munson! Unfold the goddamn paper!"
Eddie flipped off the boy, who doubled it back at him, before opening it. Messily inscribed was a map. Not the kind of thing normally written down at a wedding - he expected a speech - but it was a welcome surprise.
"M'lady, it appears we have been invited to an adventure of sorts."
Despite herself, Chrissy snorted, her laughter mixing with unexpected tears. Even more unexpected was the pair of arms that wrapped around to support her as that girl from before helped her stand. The man next to her gave some tips that she used to aid Chrissy before she finally smiled at her. A genuine smile.
I havent seen a whole lot of Chrissy, so only if you're comfortable with it, maybe Sub Chrissy×Dom Female reader? 🥺
Of course!! I got you, love!!😊💖
Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!)
Always
Sub!Chrissy Cunningham x Dom!Fem!Reader
Notes: TW: BODY ISSUES AND MENTION OF AN ED!!! Also, underage drinking
Sorry this is long, I just liked the story I built in my head lol
Everyone knows who Chrissy Cunningham is, but everyone had different opinions on her. Some people saw her as the prettiest girl at Hawkins High, some people saw her as the ditzy blonde cheerleader, others just saw her as Jason’s girlfriend, and some just saw her as the captain of the cheer team. You viewed her differently, you saw past all of those things, you saw the true Chrissy. It was at a party a year ago, that you got to know Chrissy the way you do now. The sweet, empathetic, loving, and absolutely beautiful Chrissy Cunningham who is your best friend, that you just so happen to be in love with. About a year ago, you had attended a party at someone’s house after a basketball game. You really just wanted free alcohol, so you went into the kitchen and stole a half full bottle of tequila. Once it was in your purse, you started walking around the house, trying to find a bathroom. All you wanted to do was drink a little in peace, away from all the noise of the party, before you walked home. You figured the downstairs bathroom was going to be way too busy, so you went upstairs. When you found the upstairs bathroom, you opened the door to find a sobbing Chrissy Cunningham on the floor. You immediately closed the door, locked it, then fell to your knees beside her. Chrissy looked at you and said, “I’m okay, you don’t- you don’t have to stay. I’m alright.” You replied, “I know you don’t know me, but I’d like to help you anyway I can. Nobody deserves to be sitting on a bathroom floor crying at a party.” Chrissy responded, “I know who you are. You’re (Y/N). You’re in my history class.” You responded, “Oh. I mean- I knew that, I just- I didn’t think you did.” Her crying stopped and she asked, “What do you mean?” You replied, “I just didn’t think you would notice me, that’s all. Now, why don’t you tell me why you’re sitting in here crying?” She sniffled and said, “Jason yelled at me in front of all his friends. He said I looked like a slut and said I shouldn’t go to parties as his girlfriend if I look like I’ll sleep with everyone here.” Your mouth hung wide open and you pulled her into your chest, holding her while she started crying again. You said, “Oh, sweetie. Don’t you dare listen to him, that’s just awful. Who the fuck says that to someone and who says that to someone in front of other people. That’s disgusting, I’m so sorry Chrissy.” She said, “It’s okay. It’s not the worst thing he’s done” and you looked at her, then said “Why do you stay with him if he treats you like this?” Chrissy just looked at you and said, “(Y/N), I’m trusting you, okay? You cannot tell anyone.” You nodded your head and said, “Chrissy, I promise. I won’t tell a soul.” She said, “Well, Jason’s hit me a few times, but he also knows that- he knows that I struggle with uh- with my body. So, every time I threaten to leave him, he says that he’ll tell everyone about my eating disorder.” Your eyes softened and you said, “Chrissy, I’m so sorry. Also, you’re so beyond beautiful. I know you may not believe it, but you are. You’re so beautiful.” Normally, Chrissy hated when people would say that, but when she looked at you, she saw how you genuinely meant it. She smiled, thinking about how grateful she was that she ran into you here. Chrissy said, “Enough about me, why are you up here?” You slowly pulled the bottle of tequila out of your purse and said, “Wanted to drink a little, away from all the noise, before I walked home.” Chrissy’s mouth opened in shock, then she giggled and said, “Are you stealing that?” You smiled and said, “Mhmmm, you can come back to my house with me to help me drink it, if you want. It’s a short walk and my parents are out of town, like usual. What do you say?” Chrissy smiled and said, “I’d really like that. Can I borrow some clothes though?” You replied, “Yeah, of course, Chrissy” and the two of you went back to your house. When you both arrived, she turned to you and said, “Thank you, (Y/N). I really appreciate it.” You smiled and said, “Anytime! Now lets go drink!” The two of you laughed then went inside your house.
You said, “It’s late, so is it okay if we just go to my room?” and Chrissy replied, “Yeah, sounds good to me.” Then the two of you made your way up the stairs into your room. You allowed Chrissy to pick any clothes of yours she wanted to change into, then you picked yours out and changed. The two of you drank the entire half full bottle of tequila and talked for most of the night. You talked about family issues, school, and relationships. The two of you talked and laughed almost the whole night. That’s the night that the two of you became best friends. You were the one that helped her break up with Jason, threatening him back. He said he’d tell the whole school she’s bulimic and you said you’d tell the whole school that he’s an abusive boyfriend. The three of you agreed to keep your mouths shut, as long as Chrissy could be single. Jason agreed, not wanting to ruin his basketball scholarship. It’s been months since then and Chrissy has been the happiest she’s ever been. The two of you hang out almost every day, which is how you fell in love with her. Chrissy knew you liked girls, it was one of the drunken things you told her the night of the party. To your surprise, she had no reaction or disgust towards you, she actually didn’t care that you liked girls. You were positive she wouldn’t act the same way when she would find out about how you’re so madly in love with her. That’s why you never planned on telling her, ever.
Today, was Saturday, it was a bit late in the afternoon and you were laying in bed, reading a book. While you were reading, you heard a knock at your front door. You weren’t expecting anyone, so you were confused and went to go see who it was. When you opened the door, Chrissy was standing in front of you with red, puffy eyes and you could tell she was trying not to cry. You pulled her in for a hug and said, “Hey, what’s wrong, Chrissy? Why are you crying?” She mumbled, “My mom” and you replied, “What did she do this time?” Chrissy said, “I tried on a dress she bought me and when I told her it was too small, she started yelling at me. She called me fat and said that nobody will ever love me if I don’t lose weight.” She started crying and you held her in your arms. All you could think about is how beautiful she is and how much you loved her. That you would love her and that you thought she was beautiful just the way she was standing in front of you. You said, “Chrissy don’t listen to her, okay? I think you’re so beautiful, so beautiful. You don’t need to fit into some stupid dress to be beautiful. I think your body is amazing just the way it is. It’s beautiful, you are beautiful.” Chrissy smiled and said, “Do you really think so?” You looked into her eyes and said, “With all of my heart.” A habit you have is accidentally blurting things out and in this moment, that’s exactly what happened. You accidentally blurted out, “If you liked girls, I’d be flirting with you 24/7.” A couple seconds later, you pulled away from the hug, backing away from her and said, “Shit! I shouldn’t have said that, Chrissy. I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Chrissy.” She looked at you and you noticed her crying stopped. Chrissy, now had a smile on her face and said, “Who said I didn’t like girls, (Y/N)?” You were in shock, eyes wide and said, “W- W- What?” and she said, “Actually, I just like one girl, but I wasn’t sure if she liked me back.” She started walking towards you and said, “I think she’s really beautiful, one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen. She’s also caring, smart, really funny, and she makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.” Now, she was standing inches away from you, looking up into your eyes. You said, “You- You- You like me?” and she smiled, then nodded her head. Chrissy said, “I’ve liked you for a while now, (Y/N), but I didn’t want to say anything” and you replied, “I’ve liked you for months, Chrissy. Months.” She said, “Yeah?” and you nodded your head, then said, “Yeah. I think about you all the time, Chrissy.” Chrissy said, “What kind of things do you think about?” and she started getting even closer to you. You said, “Oh- uh- How beautiful you are. How I want to give you the world. Uh- and um- other- other stuff” and your face turned a bright red. Chrissy said, “What’s the other stuff, (Y/N)?” and you took a deep breath, then said, “Y- Y- Your lips, how uh- how soft they must be. Your uh- Your body and how perfect it is. I think about how I’d uh- how I’d show you just how beautiful you are.” Your face was really red now and your body felt hot. She said, “Kiss me” and you said, “Chrissy, are you sure?” She said, “(Y/N), just kiss me” and you did. You kissed her with all the love you’ve hidden from her for months on end, with so much passion.
When the two of you released from the kiss, needing air, you asked nervously, “Was that okay?” Chrissy replied with a cute little smile on her face, “It was perfect, (Y/N)” and you smiled, then kissed her again. This kiss was slower and more intimate than before. Your hands traveled to her waist and you lifted her shirt, slightly, then ran your fingers up and down her sides. This time when the two of you released from the kiss, you said, “Lets go to my room.” Chrissy followed you into your room and once she was inside, you closed the door, then gently pushed her up against it. She let out a little moan and you grinned, then said, “Oh? Did you like that, sweetheart?” Chrissy’s bottom lip made it’s way between her teeth and she nodded her head. You said, “Be a good girl for me and use your words, princess” and she moaned again, this time slightly louder, and it was just by your words. Chrissy said, “Y- Yes. I- I liked it” and you said, “Good girl, sweetheart.” She let out a quiet breathy moan, saying, “fuck” that you could barely hear. You grinned and said, “You like when I call you princess?” She nodded and said, “Mhmmm, like being your princess, (Y/N).” Then you asked, “What about when I call you a good girl?” Chrissy bit her bottom lip and nodded, then said, “Y- Yes, want to be a good girl for you, (Y/N). Want to be your good girl.” You looked at her and said, “Fuck, you’re so hot, Chrissy”, then kissed her. She was kissing you back hard, and you loved it. You lightly bit her bottom lip, eliciting another one of her pretty moans. Your tongue slipped into her mouth and she swirled hers with yours. When the two of you released from the kiss, completely out of breath, you asked, “Chrissy, how far do you want to take this? I don’t want to pressure you into anything.” Chrissy said, “As far as you want to go, (Y/N). I want you in complete control. I want you, (Y/N)” and you replied, “God, you’re so hot when you’re like this.” She blushed and you grabbed one of her hands, then moved her closer to your bed. You tugged on her shirt and said, “Can I take this off?” Chrissy froze and she hesitantly nodded, but she trusted you. She trusted that you were going to be loving with her. You took her shirt off and stared at her, admiring her. She started covering her body with her arms, but you moved them and held them by her sides. You looked deep into her eyes and said, “Chrissy, you are so beautiful. Your body is so beautiful, princess.” Chrissy looked back into your eyes and said, “R- R- Really?” You said, “Really. How about I show you just how beautiful I think you are, hmmm?” Chrissy responded with a breathy, “Please do. Please, (Y/N).” You smiled and said, “Anything for my good girl”, which elicited a pretty hum from Chrissy. Your hands made their way to her bra straps and you asked, “Can I take this off, sweetheart?” She nodded and said, “Please, (Y/N)”, then you unclasped her bra and slid it down her arms. You gawked at her exposed body from the waist up, thinking it was one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen.
After staring at her for probably a bit too long, you said, “Be a good girl for me and lay on the bed.” She replied, “Yes, (Y/N)” and the way she said that, her tone of voice, it made you want her more. Chrissy was so obedient and it was driving you insane with lust. Once she was laying on the bed, you said, “Good girl, Chrissy. Such a good girl for me, princess.” Then you climbed on top of her and kissed her. Your kisses soon found their way to her neck and you started sucking on her tender spots. Chrissy moaned a breathy, “Fuck, (Y/N). Fuck” and you could feel yourself starting to soak through your panties. Your mouth moved from her neck to kissing down to the center of her chest. You moved to position yourself, sitting on your heels, in between her legs. Your hands made their way to Chrissy’s breast and you started kneading them. She loudly moaned at the contact, saying, “Holy shit, (Y/N)! That feels so good, fuck!” You started pinching her nipples and her hips bucked up. Chrissy continued moaning and breathily saying your name, until you were satisfied playing with her breasts. You looked up into her eyes and said, “Chrissy, can I take your jeans off?” She nodded her head quickly and said, “Please, (Y/N)! Please!” You noticed she was becoming more needy for your touch, so you took off her underwear with her jeans. Once they were both off, you stared at her body in awe of how someone could be so beautiful. You said, “Fuck, Chrissy. You’re so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. Every single inch of you is fucking beautiful” and before she could respond your head was between her thighs.
As you looked at her pussy, you said, “So wet, princess. Is that all for me?” She moaned out, “Y- Yes, (Y/N). All- All yours” and you said, “Good girl, sweetheart.” Your tongue flattened and you licked from the bottom of her entrance up to her clit. Chrissy moaned loudly and her hips bucked up into your face. Your tongue stayed on her clit, but you pointed it and you started flicking her clit. The pace your tongue was moving was close to making Chrissy scream. She said, “Fuck! So good! So good, (Y/N)! Don’t- Don’t stop, please!” and you didn’t. You wanted to take this moment in forever, having the girl you love wanting you, needing you. Her legs started to shake uncontrollably, showing that she was getting close. You latched your mouth around her clit and started to suck on it. Chrissy’s loud moans became screams as you sucked and sucked on her clit. She was about to hit her climax and she screamed, “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! Fuck!”, then came. You slowed the speed of your sucking, until she had completely ridden out her orgasm. As she caught her breath, you asked, “Was that good, princess?” Chrissy nodded and said, “So good, you were so good, (Y/N).” You grinned and said, “I’m not done with that pretty pussy of yours. You don’t know what good is yet, princess.” She gasped at your words and you grinned, happy that you made Chrissy feel good. You flattened your tongue again and licked up the cum dripping from Chrissy’s entrance, humming in pleasure at the taste. Then you tease her entrance with your middle finger, causing her to moan. You slowly slide your finger inside of her, both of you moaning at the feeling. A couple seconds later, you start to move your finger inside her and Chrissy moans out “Fuck, (Y/N).” Then, you added a second finger, eliciting a louder moan from her. You start to speed up your movements and Chrissy’s moans became beautiful, broken, high pitched noises. Her walls started to clench around your fingers and you said, “You gonna cum, sweetheart? Be a good girl and cum all over my fingers princess.” You curled your fingers, hitting her special spot, and she screamed in pleasure. Chrissy came and you let her ride her orgasm out. Your fingers were soaked in her cum, but you kept them inside of her. You wanted to make Chrissy orgasm just one more time. After she had caught her breath, you said, “One more for me, princess. Okay?” She nodded and mumbled, “Anything you want, (Y/N).” You stopped for a second and looked deep into her eyes. Then you said, “Chrissy, you’ll tell me if this stops feeling good, right? I just want make sure.” Chrissy smiles and mumbles, “You’re so sweet to me, (Y/N). Yes, I would tell you. Thank you for checking.” You smiled back at her and replied, “Anything for my princess.” She inhaled sharply as you started to move your fingers again and let out a long, loud moan. Your mouth found it’s way back to her clit and you started sucking on it again. Chrissy’s mouth was hung wide open, but there weren’t any sounds coming out it, except for a few broken noises. You took your free hand and started pinching one of her nipples, giving her more stimulation. Chrissy’s entire body was shaking now, overstimulated, and you felt her walls clench around your fingers again. Her eyes rolled back and she very loudly screamed, “(Y/N)!” You removed your mouth from her clit and slowed the speed of your fingers, until her orgasm was completely rode out. Your free hand is now beside her, helping you push yourself up, on top of her. When you finally see her face, you smile widely.
Chrissy is blissed out with a wide, closed mouth smile on her face. Her beautiful, blonde hair was stuck to her sweaty forehead. Chrissy’s cheeks were flushed and you just thought she looked so beautiful like this. You slowly removed your fingers from inside her, they were soaked with her cum and it was dripping down your hand. Chrissy whimpered at the emptiness she felt once you removed your fingers and you said, “I know, princess, I know.” You slid your fingers, soaked in Chrissy’s cum, into your mouth and moaned at the taste. She looked up at you and she moaned too. You sucked them clean and released them from your mouth with a pop. You said, “I’ll be right back, sweetheart. I’m going to go get a towel to clean you up and then we can cuddle.” Chrissy nodded, then mumbled, “M’kay”, still completely and utterly fucked out. You returned with your face cleaned off and a towel. Then you started gently cleaning her up, making sure not to overstimulate her. Once you were done, you plopped down beside her and opened your arms. You said, “Come here, princess” and she quickly moved over to lay on your chest. A little over a minute later, you hear a sniffle, then look down and see Chrissy is crying. You get concerned and soften your tone, then say, “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” She said, “It’s just that- no one has ever- no one has ever been this caring with me. Nobody has ever made me feel like- like- like that, (Y/N). No one has ever stared at my completely naked body and said I was beautiful. Nobody has ever stopped in the middle of sex to make sure I was okay. I just- you- you make me feel so cared about and just- so loved. (Y/N), I love you. I love you so much. You’re the only person who’s ever made me feel beautiful and you show me that I am. You make me feel beautiful.” The two of you sit up and you stare into her eyes, then gently cup her cheeks. You say, “Chrissy, I love you so much. I love showing you how loved and cared about you are, how important you are. You’re so important to me, Chrissy, the most important person to me. I love showing you how beautiful you are, how your body is one of, if not the most, beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on. You are so beautiful Chrissy and I’m glad that I can show you that. I want to show you and give you these things for as long as I live, Chrissy. You deserve to feel loved, appreciated, and cared about.” Chrissy started happy crying more, especially at your last sentence. You pull her into your chest and she says, “(Y/N), will you be my girlfriend now?” A wide smile appears on your face and you say, “Chrissy, you act like I haven’t been wanting you for months. Of course I will be your girlfriend, of course I will. How about we cuddle now, does that sound good?” Chrissy smiles and says, “Of course, my love” and your cheeks turned pink. You said, “Please continue calling me that, please.” She smiled and said, “Anything for you, my love.” Before the two of you started cuddling, Chrissy said, “(Y/N), I don’t think it’s fair that you’re still completely clothed.” You grinned and laughed, then said, “Chrissy Cunningham, you’re just trying to see me naked.” She replied in a playful tone, “I mean, is that a problem?” and you replied, “Not at all, sweetheart.” You stripped yourself of your shirt and then the bralette you were wearing.
Chrissy’s eyes were wide at the sight of your bare chest, in awe of how beautiful your breasts were. You said, “I’m going to leave my shorts on for right now” and Chrissy said, “Yeah, of course, my love. Whatever you want, (Y/N). Can we cuddle now? I really just wanted skin-to-skin contact when I lay my head on your chest.” Your smile reappears and you say, “Mhmmm”, then plop down on the bed. She curls into you, nuzzling her head into your chest and hums at the feeling of her cheek on your bare chest. The two of you cuddle for hours, talking, laughing, and you both took a small nap. When it was quiet, you kissed the top of her head and said, “I’m so lucky that I met you, Chrissy Cunningham. I’m so happy that you’re the girl that I finally get to call mine.” You felt her cheeks start to move upwards against your chest and you knew she was smiling. Chrissy said, “I’m so glad I met you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I’m all yours, always.” You kissed the top of her head again and repeated the word, “Always.”
I got a littleeeee carried away with the fluffy part of this, but I think it’s so cute. I hope you liked it!!🥺
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