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@greenscrunchy asked: ❝ you remind me a little bit of my brother. ❞
HE WAS TAKEN OFF GUARD BY THE COMMENT coming from Hawkin’s queen. Soft eyes glanced up at her, head inclined to the side as he did so. He was quiet, sat alone after school until the halls cleared. It was better this way. Less people to pick on his curls, the way he dressed, or by the fact that he was in Hellfire. Of course, that didn’t matter much anymore. That wasn’t the reason why he stayed so late. That was just the bonus, “ I… uh… ”
LIPS PARTED TO SAY MORE WORDS, BUT THEY were lost in a small grunt. Dustin put down his pencil and closed his notebook. Homework was already done, just one more problem. Besides, he should be going to get his bike to go home now, “ Your brother? ” he didn’t know much about Chrissy, but he didn’t know she had a brother, “ I do? Is that a… good thing? ” words questioned as he started to slowly pack away his things.
according to ancient history class, there were three ways to become royalty: take the throne by force, earn the throne by feat or battle or lineage, or be crowned by civilians. the resulting level of power seemed to be the same, but the most beloved of monarchs historically were chosen.
chrissy cunningham had landed squarely between earning the throne through dating jason and her leadership of the cheer squad, and being pulled to the top ranking by public opinion. the former was a side effect she hadn’t asked for, and the latter was flattering if confounding. all chrissy did was smile and say hello, and hawkins high seemed to think she had it all. each day they assumed so was another day chrissy succeeded in hiding the hideous thoughts populating her mind with damning growls. outside pressure crystallized the voices into sharp barbs more difficult to shatter than diamonds and far more dark.
then sometimes, when eyes were turned elsewhere, when the hallways were quiet, she could temporarily abandon a title festooned with never-ending rumours and expectations. that late-afternoon illusion was broken by the outline of one dustin henderson slouched against the wall, head buried in stacks of homework. chrissy slowed her nearly silent pace to her locker. the image radiated with a passing, familiar bittersweetness that urged chrissy to remark on it, already knowing her interruption would startle the freshman when it was too late to stop.
yet chrissy found herself hoping she looked less of a gawk-worthy queen and more like an average senior coming from cheer practice in her tank top and hawkins tigers shorts. it was a long shot. though, she’d not properly traded words with dustin since the school year began. he might surprise her.
❝ yeah, i do. his name is matty. you’re a freshman, right? he’s two grades below you. ❞ fading sunlight caught the sweat-curled ends of her ponytail, strawberry blonde blinking copper as chrissy scuffed her left sneaker against a seam in the linoleum. ❝ he loves to read. always gets this....focused look on his face when he does. like you had just now. ❞ she stalled the sudden, misplaced urge to chew her lip and smiled instead. ❝ it’s really sweet. ❞
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oh man, this was diiiiificult for chrissy to nail down until midway through high school. laura cunningham had a laundry list of short term and semi long term goals that she wanted chrissy to meet, and as the good daughter chrissy adopted them as her own goals. they weren’t what she wanted, though.
she first starts thinking about long term to life during junior year. it’s when everyone is clamoring their way through college apps and visiting campuses and collecting patches from universities they like and bragging over where they think they’ll get in. for everyone else, college is a vehicle to thinking about what they’re going to do for the rest of their lives. chrissy knows her vehicle to college will be cheer, but goodness knows she’d rather not do that for the rest of her life. no way she could! teaching cheer, though, that could be something. actually.......
surviving the upside down sends her into a state of mental disarray for weeks afterward as she tries to come to terms with what it means to be peeled from the edge and come away alive. but once the fog lifts, a lot more clarifies in its wake. first, she wants to live. actually live and be happy. she doesn’t want to be miserable. figuring out how to do that is step one. step two is how to earn a living while getting better and becoming happy at the same time. something that helps people. she keeps thinking back to cheer coaching, but more and more layers of that are peeled away and she finds herself thinking about teaching. social studies or history or even math. she’s always been good at math and wonders if there isn’t a way to get a job helping kids learn the most challenging yet the most logical of subjects. problem solving. helping people. helping kids.
chrissy realizes the core of everything while knee deep in college, taking a somewhat ill-advised “elective” psychology course: she wants to stay close to the most difficult ages in youth and keep an eye out for who needs a little extra attention or an offer of help. there’s no time to wonder who could have stopped her from becoming weak enough to fall prey to vecna, but regardless if vecna still lives or not, she’ll be watching. and she’ll be happy. that’s her promise to herself, her greatest desire: to get out of hawkins and find what makes her happy out there. she can’t help others if she can’t see beyond her own discontent. and she’s going to help someone if it’s the last thing she does, starting with herself.
Aren't we all waiting to be read by someone, praying that they'll tell us that we make sense?
- Ruby Francisco
Sharp Objects - 1x05 “Closer”
chrissy will eventually warm up a little to the aggressive sounds of metal although she never really becomes a fan fan. however, the moment eddie/cc plays her metallica’s “one”, she immediately latches on and never lets go. that is her metallica song.
&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( various non - halloween themed dialogue prompts for all your slashers, final girls, and other horrors beyond your comprehension. trigger warning for dark themes. feel free to edit as you seem fit. )
❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜
❛ i’m every nightmare you ever had. ❜
❛ i want to see your true face. ❜
❛ one way or another, you’re going to die tonight. ❜
❛ just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not already here. ❜
❛ by the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it. ❜
❛ you’re playing a dangerous game here, girl. ❜
❛ i’m playing the villain, just like you wanted. ❜
❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜
❛ scream all you want. no one will hear you. ❜
❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜
❛ there you are, my darling! ❜
❛ i knew you would come back to me. ❜
❛ don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you? ❜
❛ i’m going to send you back to hell where you came from! ❜
❛ you can’t keep me here forever! ❜
❛ how are you still alive? i killed you! ❜
❛ sometimes human spaces make inhuman monsters. ❜
❛ please. why don’t you just let me go? ❜
❛ this missing poster has your face on it. ❜
❛ that wasn’t so bad, was it? ❜
❛ what’s wrong, you don’t trust me? ❜
❛ i know a lot about you. more than you think. ❜
❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜
❛ we could have been beautiful together. ❜
❛ when you think you’re alone, someone watches. ❜
❛ rest while you can, because i will hunt you and eat you whole. ❜
❛ what you want is very wrong. ❜
❛ you look so pretty all tied up like this. ❜
❛ what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. ❜
❛ god isn’t here. god doesn’t even know about this place. ❜
❛ there is something at work in my soul which i do not understand. ❜
❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜
❛ you know what they say, an eye for an eye. ❜
❛ why don’t you scream for me? ❜
❛ are you… smelling me? ❜
❛ we’re going to die out here. ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of anything. not anymore. ❜
❛ we will be what everyone wants to be. perfect. ❜
❛ no offense, but i think you might be just a little too crazy for me. ❜
❛ we all go a little mad sometimes. ❜
❛ the harder i try to escape, the further i get into this awful place. ❜
❛ this was not how it was supposed to go! ❜
❛ this is the end of your little game. i win. ❜
❛ don’t leave me! i can’t be alone! ❜
❛ no one is coming for you. ❜
❛ you hide. and i’ll try to find you. sound fun? ❜
❛ fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. ❜
❛ what’s the matter, honey? you’ve barely touched your dinner. ❜
❛ don’t be afraid. dying is much easier than living. ❜
❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜
❛ let’s get you some clothes before i get too turned on. ❜
❛ you weren’t putting that tongue to use anyway. ❜
❛ shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? ❜
❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜
no one wants to shake laura cunningham harder than me when i remember chrissy’s full name is “chrissy elizabeth cunningham”. her parents (read: her mother) named her chrissy. not christine, not christina, chrissy. a childish nickname meant to preserve her girlishness, like a living doll, her entire life.
just wanted to give a shoutout to @greenscrunchy! the mun is super nice and has made me feel so welcome in this fandom and they’re a pleasure to see on my dash! their chrissy is great and they deserve to know it! <3
(lays back all sexy for u on the bed) (bangs my fuckign head on the headboard)
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