The Queen of Hawkins High

“𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷, 𝔂𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽,  𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼.

      𝓐 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓸𝓻;  𝓐 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓻;  𝓐 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻;  𝓐 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷.”

                          Chrissy Cunningham of Stranger Things                                                                                   Multiverse/OC friendly                                                          Rules   ♡   About   ♡   Promo

For someone so high on the totem pole at Hawkins High, Chrissy sure embodied a goodie-two-shoes. “Live a little,” said Rebekah, making quick work of the old fashioned. “You’re a teenager. Let yourself have a bit of rebellion. You’re only young once.” On occasion, once lasted a very, very, very long time.

“Besides, what’s the worst your parents will do if they find out? Ground you for a week? We’ll break you out your bedroom window after they’re in bed." 

Ordering a second round (despite Chrissy’s snail pace), Rebekah tapped fingers idly against the sticky bar-top. "Thank you, by the way. For remaining friends despite earlier. Believe it or not, I don’t always find making friends easy. I suppose we’ve moved around long enough, you just expect no one will stay in your life for long. And if they did and found out what we are, they’d run. Easier to be a bitch. You’re the first real friend I’ve had in ages." 

♡ *:･ 𝒞.𝒞. *:･♡       When Bekah ordered the second round of drinks, Chrissy wondered if she should protest. Instead, though, she tried to drink her first one as quickly as her tastebuds would allow her. If she held her breath, it was a lot easier to not taste the gin. 

“You’re so confident,” she said with a small smile, idly staring at the bar’s countertop. She was almost jealous of Bekah’s attitude on life. Though, living as long as she had, Chrissy imagined she must have some wise life experience under her belt. 

“Believe me, my mom thinks of some pretty damn creative ways to play out her punishments.” The words were quiet, almost mumbled. Finishing the glass, she carefully pushed it aside and reached for the second one with a faint sigh. “Uck! I have no idea why my father likes these so much.” They tasted almost bitter, with a horrendous aftertaste, as if the tiny dash of sweetness would get rid of all of it! Gross.

There was no hesitation – Dmitri wrapped an arm around Chrissy’s shoulder, drawing the teacher a little closer to him to protect her from the cold. He barely felt it, in comparison to Russia and Kamchatka, but knew that Hawkins residents were not quite so used to the chill that winter brought.

Snuffing out the cigarette against the building’s brick exterior, he tossed what was left of it into the actual ashtray, that so many others had missed. At her words though, he couldn’t help but chuckle just a little. He had watched her practices more than a few times, had experienced how strict she could be with the new athletes to get them into shape. He’d never thought it harsh in comparison to what he had seen back in the Soviet Union, but knew that there were plenty of American families who raised their children soft. It was fascinating, to watch them toughen up under her guidance, grow into their full potential – and it showed by the sheer amount of awards that her teams had gotten over the years. She was, by all accounts, an incredible couch, and the ex-Soviet was more than a little proud.

At her question though, he did pause. “No, no, most are good. There are a few curious ones, who ask too many questions, but it is curiosity, not hate,” he replied. Leaning over, he pressed a chaste kiss to the blonde’s forehead. “But… I do not see enough of you during the day. What time is your planning period, so that I can come by?”

♡ *:･ 𝒞.𝒞. *:･♡        “I don’t really get a planning period like everyone else does,” she explained with a smile. Chrissy shifted to raise both arms, wrapping them around his shoulders while casting him an adoring look. Never ever could she have imagined herself to be in such a position in life, but she was grateful for it. It was unique and a bit unconventional in some respects, but she quite enjoyed that. 

Savouring the warmth, she tucked in closer, laying her head on Dmitri’s shoulder. It was fortunate that no one else was out there in that moment, allowing her to just act without professionalism or reservations. “Most of my team practices are after lunch, so my mornings are usually pretty free and uneventful.” Normally, she just sat in the office and reviewed past notes from previous practices. There was also the matter of organizing travel to games and choreographing routines. It was a decent amount of work, but it seldom took very long when she was on the schoolgrounds every week day. 

“Thus far, you lot throw parties at a dead man’s diner and hallucinate spooky ghosts. Definitely something odd going on around here, I wager,” said Rebekah, pushing Chrissy’s gin and tonic from the bartender toward her friend. Sipping her old fashioned, she quietly wondered if there was any truth behind the demons of Hawkins. 

People rarely believed in what they could not see with their own eyes, but Chrissy did see something. Something that sounded strange, unless her seemingly sane friend was one hop, skip, and jump away from the looney bin.

“I suppose you can take solace that you aren’t crazy. There’s more out there than people like to believe. Probably more out there than I’ve ever seen.” She held out her glass and smiled. “Cheers. To ditching bloody school for a girls afternoon.”

♡ *:･ 𝒞.𝒞. *:･♡       Well, when it was said like that, yes, Chrissy supposed their daily actions were somewhat unconventional. Benny’s place was a bit macabre with gather in, but since they didn’t exactly have a youth center or a designated hang out, it served it’s purpose well. Most of the locals knew they congregated there, but turned a blind eye to it. For now. 

“More out there? I don’t know if my not being insane because of that is what I’d consider “solace,” Chrissy stated, picking up her drink and sniffing it. While she’d watched her father drinking them, she’d never actually had one, herself. 

“Yeah, cheers to that,” she added with a smile, raising her glass and lightly clinking it against Bekah’s. Taking a long drink from it, her nose scrunched. Oh. Ew. Gin and tonic was clearly not her beverage of choice! Ah well, live and learn, after all. 

The lengthy breaks between classes had always provided a few moments of peace, away from the steady chatter of students and the critical ones of the teachers. It was a painful reminder of what had been lost after escaping Kamchatka Prison… a son that was almost a man, a path to maturity he had missed. Hawkins had become his new home, but there were still those on the lookout for Dmitri Antonov, even if the man with that name no longer existed. Enzo had taken his place, and only those closest to the ex-Soviet knew his true history - one very particular woman knew him even beyond that.

Since his new identity had been created, the Russian had made a home at Hawkins High School as its resident custodian and mechanic, both skills he was well-accustomed to from his time in the military, where no job was off-limits. It was by no means anything glorious, but it gave him a steady income, as well as his small business of restoration. It gave them a small home they could call their own… and a place that truly felt like home, as long as she was in it.

Hearing the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching, Dmitri’s ocean-blue eyes rose to catch sight of the woman who had given him the new start that he so desperately welcomed. The sharp, focused expression faded into a softer one as she approached, and a smile blossomed at her comment. “I told you, Americans have terrible aim,” he commented, stealing a quick kiss from the blonde, free hand squeezing her own affectionately. “Yes, it’s easy enough, and the kids are good, most of them.” He lowered the cigarette so it was not in her face, cautious to blow out the fumes away from her - one of his many habits he couldn’t break. “And you? How is your class this year?”

♡ *:･ 𝒞.𝒞. *:･♡        “They’re not bad,” she stated, sidling up against him. While the air wasn’t particularly cold that day, there was still enough of a chill in the breeze to have he almost subconsciously edging in for the extra warmth and security that Enzo often granted her. 

“They still have a lot to learn, though.” Chrissy laid her head on his shoulder, enjoying the brief respite of a break from routine. “They’re still pretty green. They’re going to hate me by the time we’re halfway through this semester.” Her practices and warm ups were almost militant in how strict she was with them, but it was for the best. Cheerleading was an act that depended fully on the organization and cooperation of team mates. She wouldn’t be able to accomplish much until she learned how fluid their teamwork was. One miscommunication could topple a pyramid and lead to injury, after all.

“If they don’t get mad at me, I’m not doing my job right,” she teased. She didn’t entirely believe that, but it was a well enough motto to use to sway the guilt she felt from criticizing the form of young athletic types. 

For @thechrissycunningham​ 1000 years later.

Even off the clock a hero was never done their job. In fact, a true hero was never off the clock to begin with. Always ready to jump into action and lend a helping hand where necessary. Even without his brigade of well-doing adventurers he wasn’t immune to a maiden in distress, it would make for a good chapter in his book.

Thankfully, these days he knew to lead with a little more tact than outwardly calling the girl a helpless maiden to her face–- people tended not to like that, he’d come to learn. “Excuse me.” He speaks, holding his hands out in a gesture that spoke the volumes of I mean you no harm, he walks closer to the girl. Taryon himself was fairly unassuming. Though, as handsome as a fairy-tale prince he was human, not hulking, nor inherently magical. Though a man alone in an area off the beaten path could be seen as daunting, he was trying to make himself seem just as inviting and good was he truly was.

“Excuse me, young lady. And do forgive me… But, it looks as if you’re in distress. Do you need assistance? Are you lost perhaps?”

♡ *:･ 𝒞.𝒞. *:･♡       Running alone through forest by her lonesome surely wasn’t the wisest choice that Chrissy had ever made. If she stumbled or fell and hurt herself, how long would it be before someone came upon her? As far as she could tell, there wasn’t a home or business within yelling distance. There was nothing but the narrow pathway, the guide she’d taken on her evening walk before her thoughts had spiraled enough to make her lose track of time. 

The clocks had chimed next, stationing themselves amidst the tree branches, fading in and out of existence while toying with her sanity. She’d ran, then, fleeing from the assumed delusions! Tears rolled down her cheeks; was she going insane?! Why did no one else ever see the clocks?! Even when they were right in front of her, every time she’d stated it, it only earned her a dubious look from whomever was in her company at the time. So, she was seeing things, then? 

The appearance of the man along her path drew a startled noise from Chrissy. She nearly lost her footing as she came to a halt, staring at him. Was he real? She couldn’t even be certain of that much anymore. 

“No. I’m not lost,” she insisted, glancing over her shoulder, behind her, while discretely wiping her face on the sleeve of her jacket.