#chrissyfied

[text]: I mean, I wouldn’t say I have a problem with buying Squishmallows..

[ princess ] someone saying you have a problem? you want me to fight them? i'll buy you ten more just to spite them.

@chrissyfied liked for a starter <3

↯ .ᐟ it's not crowded here, but it's not exactly empty. enough people fill the silence of the hawkins public library without forced conversation. he prefers it this way these days - steve finds background noise with no expectations attractive at this point. the way the voices blur into each other, the scraping of chairs filling any potential silence. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. and before he realizes it, he's been staring at the same spot for longer than normal. elbows are planted, fingers linked together as if he'd forgotten what to do with them.

he's so incredibly tired, and only the trained eye could catch it in the way he carries himself. eventually, he shifts his gaze, slow and unfocused. his eyes catch a surprising character – chrissy cunningham. he doesn't know her well, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚. not in the way hawkins usually claims to know people, for how they shared a hallway or attended the same football game. but he knows of her, the way everyone else knows of him. except she looks a little less than that proper version right now. he watches without judgment and rather recognition, a kind that relates.

partially out of boredom from the book he'd been staring at for the last ten minutes without retaining anything, he leans into the curiosity. he was waiting for robin to get back from her less than casual meetup with vickie, offering his services as a driver with the excuse that he 'could brush up on literature' better ( though he knows robin recognizes he's just bored and needs something to distract himself from the empty house. ) steve leans towards the girl, leaning onto his elbow to project his voice better. ❛ not to interrupt whatever you've got going on over there, but you've been on the same page as long as i have. ❜ he gestures towards the book she's been staring at. ❛ we might both be doing this wrong. ❜

🤓 I don't dare talk to you, but I enjoy reading your threads

👋 I just came to break the ice and say "Hi!"

🙂 How are you, mun?

🤔 I want to write with you, but I don't know how our muses might interact

* 𝗟𝗘𝗧'𝗦 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘-𝗬. / @chrissyfied & @outsidermunson.

When he first chose the shortest reading assignment from his lit textbook, Eddie thought he'd pulled a fast one on his English teacher. Not only did it have the shortest word count, but it was supposedly this sapphic horror story with some vampire chick seducing a princess type or whatever... He didn't have to think twice about his choice! Until @chrissyfied sat across from him reading out a passage.

girls are caterpillars while they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don’t you see—each with their peculiar propensities, necessities and structure.

There might as well have been wax stuffed in his ears because she sounded like she was speaking a whole other language. Eddie could feel his skin cracking from under the growing wrinkles of his screwed up his face. His head began to hurt from the mounting confusion. Shaking his hands wildly out in front of him, he begged her to stop.

"What does that even mean?!" he cried. Hands instantly covered his face in despair. Son of a bitch! He was never going to graduate. They were going to make him an honorary janitor or some shit just for having to feed him the overcooked, underbaked cafeteria food all these years. "This is so hopeless. I'm wasting your time. Can we just---" he reached to take the small book from her hands and shut it. "---it's over. I'm a lost cause. End of story. Thanks anyway for trying."

🧊 Hold ice against the receiver’s swollen face until it numbs

steve flinched at first, more reflex than anything, breath catching sharp when the cold pressed to his cheek. then he sagged into it with a quiet sound he didn’t bother stopping. the relief was instant, almost dizzying, and he let his head tip just enough toward the ice like his body had decided for him.

he’d been moving through the halls all day like that. slow. fuzzy. everything felt a step removed, like he was watching himself from a few feet away. the fight kept replaying whether he wanted it to or not. the plate. the crack of it. the shock of white-hot pain and ceramic against skin, the way his vision had swum from the pain in his ear afterward.

he probably shouldn’t have come to school at all, but sitting at home alone with that ringing silence had felt worse. so he’d shown up and put his head down and hoped no one would look too closely.

his lashes fluttered as he opened his eyes, focus coming in pieces until chrissy came into view, all concern and softness, and that somehow made his throat tighten more than the pain ever did.

“jesus,” he murmured, voice rough, “that feels really good.” he almost pulled away out of habit, out of that stupid need to not be a problem, but he stopped himself. let it stay. “you don’t have to,” he added quietly, meeting her eyes now, sincere and a little tired. a small, crooked smile tugged at his mouth despite everything. “but… thanks. seriously. that was really nice of you.”

53 Autumn/Fall Writing Prompts!

@chrissyfied

Spending much of his day off shut away in the spare bedroom with his guitar and notebook, Eddie was making good progress on a new Corroded Coffin song. It was something completely different from the usual angst and anger that he channeled through his music, leaning more heavily into romance as the main theme for this one. Technically it was shaping up to be a power ballad which was new territory for him as an aspiring musician but he welcomed the challenge seeing as the inspiration came from the very girl he had fallen head over heels for and was now living with. Most people didn't see a soft side whenever they looked at Eddie so maybe this was also the perfect opportunity to express that side of himself.

He's not sure how much time has passed since he's completely lost himself in the process as he mulls over potential lyrics and strums a few different melodies on his guitar but eventually Chrissy, back from class, pokes her determined little head in to bring him back to planet Earth. "Cocoa season already?" He teases with a little grin before he obediently sets his guitar along with his chicken scratched notes aside to follow her out to the small balcony at the very back of their apartment where she had two steaming mugs of hot cocoa already sitting out on the little table. Not only that but the wicker patio bench screamed cozy with the cutesy pumpkin pillows and decorative throw blanket set up in case they got a little chilly out here and the lady herself was an embodiment of cozy with her big fuzzy sweater on.