LisbethSalamander
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"Come on, princess,” Eddie coaxes. “Don’t you want to get in that big comfy bed of yours?”
“I wanna get in your big comfy bed.”
He takes a deep breath. “Alright.” If that’s what it takes. “You can have my bed tonight if you really want. I’ll take the couch.”
She whirls then, poking him in the chest. “Are you being purposef’lly obtuse, Munson?”
“No?”
The hand that poked him has changed tactics, instead rubbing circles on the section of t-shirt visible through his open jacket. She lulls him like that, like an apiarist uses smoke to pacify their bees. Eddie blinks, and her hands are in his jacket, shoving it off of him. It falls to the hall floor with a soft sound.
You wouldn’t think a bit of leather makes that much of a difference in one’s overall state of dress. He’s still got his shirt, his jeans and underwear, socks and shoes; a flannel is tied around his waist, and yet, he suddenly feels much, much more vulnerable.
And Chrissy Cunningham, the devil, with a sweet smile turning up the corners of her mouth, says in a dreamy voice, “I would really like to fuck you.”
Eddie just about expires on the spot.
(Inspired by a @hellcheer-prompts submission on tumblr.)
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26 Apr 2026
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give me your hand (give me your sound) by makeshiftcandy for cunninghamchrissie
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
03 Jan 2024
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Eddie could detect Chrissy Cunningham in a blind lineup if they made him triple his dosage of shitty blockers. The free clinic in Indianapolis did their best to suppress his instincts, but they couldn’t prevent him from knowing her scent.
They just kept him from going batshit about it every goddamn day.
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19 Apr 2026
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Eddie never was a planner, but his new life necessitates having some idea of where he’s going, and when he’ll get there. He’d like to think that makes him more mature, but he’s still flying by the seat of his pants when it comes to the big picture. Getting his CDL was a way to escape Hawkins. To see the country, even if he’s mostly seeing long, lonely stretches of interstate in between depots.
There are bright spots. Hazy desert sunrises that make him want to write a sad song, and the occasional free evening to take in a show, meet some locals. Follow a pretty girl to her apartment if she’ll have him.
Most of the time, though, life comprises shitty diner burgers and far too little sleep. It's a lonely existence, but it suits him fine, until the night a strawberry-blonde ponytail at a gas station in Kentucky stops him in his tracks.
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12 Apr 2026
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Chrissy seeks out Eddie at a party, hoping he can sell her something that’ll help her escape some of the stress she’s been under. She just wants a temporary break from reality.
But even temporary breaks have their consequences.
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06 Apr 2026
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“What are you working on?” she asks conversationally.
“D&D,” Eddie mutters.
“What’s that?” Chrissy asks, like she hasn’t come up with half of the most recent skirmishes he’d unleashed on the guys.
He guesses he ought to be grateful that if she has to talk to him at school, she’s at least pretending she doesn’t know a thing about him. If they can keep it simple, distant, professional, then maybe nobody’ll clock them. If nobody clocks them, then nobody’ll be a prick to Chrissy for being with him—the whole point of keeping this thing between them secret.
This thing being how Eddie’s completely fucking in love with her and wants to live in her pussy for the rest of his life, but—semantics.
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(Or: What happens when Chrissy Cunningham’s patience runs out.)
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04 Apr 2026