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I can completely agree with you on everything, and sadly that's what always happens in the world of fanfics. Not just The Big Four/Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons, any Fandom in general.
When people write about fanfics and ideas they have for their stories/AUs, it always happens that in their head they sometimes forget the important factor generating the "OOC" Out. Of. Character. in which the author of some fanfic/fanart usually draws the characters comparing them with some cliche stereotype seen in fiction and little is seen of their real personality in the movie.
That's why I haven't read so many ROTBTD fanfics, because for some reason it's already clear to me that in their days when the Fandom was more active, they only interpreted the characters as if they were taken from some generic teenage movie they saw, being in the case of Jack: The typical joker and flirt man (I mean, this was never seen in the movie!) Yes, Jack is a character of being "joking" but not like the cocky boy who thinks he is better than everyone and goes around showing it off, as seen in the movie, it is seen that he is the older brother who will make you pass a very good funtime. It's so sad that people only remember Jack because of how ROTBTD fans portray him in the old fanfics instead of the actual Jack in the movie, which I always say, still makes me as angry as a movie as good as Rise of the Guardians just made it. They remember it as the movie that ruined Dreamworks at the box office and they don't see more of the great story and characters it has!! sorry...I strayed off topic.
To conclude the topic, I know that everything I said was unnecessary and it seems like a summary of what you have said. And fortunately many fans today have known about their mistake and I looked at some recent AUs and fanfics where they seem to write Jack as he really is ! In part, I will also do the same when it is my turn to upload my own AU for the Fandom (man, I'm so anxious to tell it at some point on My life)
I know, this seems really odd but let me explainâŠI have mentioned this before in another picture of mine and it bears repeating. The one thing you all should know about me is that I really hate characters being out of character. I canât tell you how many countless stories or artwork I have seen has shown my favorite characters being something they are not. Or the fact the creator focuses purely on one trait of the character and makes it ten times worst and thatâs all they focus on. In The Big Four fandom, I have seen Jack, Rapunzel, Hiccup, and Merida all being out of character for the most part. I remember one story, while I did enjoy it, made all four justâŠwell⊠Merida was nothing but a hot head. Granted she was like that in the movie, but the movie showed she had other traits. Hiccup didnât have his usual chipper sarcasm. Rapunzel became a big crybaby when she wasnât even like that from her movie. And Jack was an egotistical jerk who made fun of everyone and continued to act that way despite making them his friends. For this, I am focusing on Jack because I have seen people really miss his character from the movie.
I canât tell you how many times I have seen people make him go: âYeah, Iâm one attractive handsome winter spirit. Arenât I the best?â (facepalm) Oh man this kind of thing irks me. Jack, NOT EVEN ONCE, ever bragged about his good looks or even what he can do. The only time he ever came close to doing that was when Bunny was wondering why the Moon chose him to be a Guardian. And it wasnât even much of a brag. He was trying to show he can bring some joy to the kids. And hereâs the thingâŠI feel that Jack isnât overly confident in himself. To me, I think he has somewhat low self-esteem. I have seen some well written essays regarding about him. Like his staff. He relies on it because he feels itâs the reason he can do his powers. But itâs not. Itâs more of a wand if anything that channels that magic. The essay even goes on to state that when Jack got Jamie to believe in him, he didnât have his staff with him. Itâs only by then, without his staff, having his memories back, that being himself is what got him to realize he needs to start believing in himself first before having children start believing in him. And it worked and it became emotional and joyful to see Jack finally get his wish.
So, it really makes me sad and irritated to see people missing that and just making him seem like he is full of himself. Iâm beginning to see the haters point of view on this. Not from the movie, just how the fans keep displaying Jack. Iâm not saying everyone makes him like this. However, I have seen quite a few make poor Jack like heâs some jock who is full of himself, when he is not in the slightest. Jack has a lot of positive traits as well as flaws to balance that out.
Being mischievous doesnât mean egotistical jerk. If any, itâs made it pretty clear in the movie that he pulls his stunts to hopefully get seen. Not to be mean. The poor boy has been invisible for over 300 years. He has no memories of who he is. The moon pretty much ignores him and then pushes him to be a Guardian without his consent. This would make him a little bitter and yet he still manages to keep smiling and laughing. And yet, I am supposed to believe that he tends to brag about how attractive he is while making fun of those who are supposed to be his friends? Give me a break. The only one I have seen him make fun of is Bunny, and thatâs only because Bunny provokes him. Everyone else, he gets along just fine. Heck it is shown he and Sandy are pretty good friends. I have never seen Jack make fun of the Guardians out of spite. I donât see him give them a hard time. Â When I see him give like say Hiccup a hard time, it makes no sense. Merida, I can see because Merida and Bunny share the same level hotheadedness. I can surely see Merida and Jack arguing and having a rough brother/sister relationship. However, Jack will never tease her to be mean or anything. Only to be playful or only when Merida would push his buttons. Like what Bunny does. Heck, even when Jack is unsure of being around the Guardians, he starts to open up and even enjoy his time with them. I feel if he meets other people, he will be the same way. A little guarded but eventually open up once he sees they are nice. And once he becomes friends with them, he will always be there for them. Tease them lightly if he feels in the mood, but all in all, very friendly.
Plus, I donât see Jack ever thinking heâs that handsome. Goodness, heâs not Flynn Rider. In my view, he would be modest. If anyone tells him how attractive he is, I can see him being a little flustered and thinking if he really is that hot.
Like I said, Iâm not saying everyone makes Jack a jerk, however, I really hope posting this will at least make everyone aware that we all need to be careful of how a character is. I try hard to keep focus on how a character goes and keep in mind of all their traits. For Jack, I always keep in mind to have him be mischievous but playful. And the fact he has his moments but that he always makes up for it in the end. Sorry the long rant, but I seriously had to get it out there.
#Chrissy's little artwork#Jack Frost#rise of the guardians#rotg#unpopular opinions#unpopular opinion#old fandoms problem#ooc#out of character
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Reblogging just for Hellcheer cuteness!!!
Proposal, by @emeriart (commissioned for With a Little Help From My Friends)
#hellcheer#eddissy#eddie x chrissy#stranger things#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#chrissy munson now#losty writes#losty writes: little help#little help: artwork
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Chapter 1: Under My Skin
Written for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang
Art (coming soon!) by @glitterfang
Beta'd by @penny00dreadful
Rating: E | WC: 5937 | Chapters: 1/2 | AO3 Link
Not for the first time, Eddie was really regretting his decision to book a client on a Friday night, and a new client at that.Â
It wasnât as if he had anything better to do, exactly. There were no dates on his calendar, and going out to random bars and clubs on the weekends to look for quick hookups had begun losing its appeal lately.
But itâd been a long week, and heâd much rather have been getting ready to plop down on the couch with Chrissy to split a bottle of red wine while they watched Drag Race, than preparing to do a cover up for some idiot whoâd gotten his girlfriendâs name tattooed on his body, only to fall victim toâThe Curse.Â
Ask any tattoo artist and theyâd be the first to tell you, there was no surer way to guarantee a breakup than to ink your significant otherâs name on your body forever.Â
And yeah, it probably wasnât fair to judge the guy before theyâd even met, but there were only two kinds of people who tended to make that particular mistakeâdumbasses, and hopeless romantics. He just kind of assumed his client fell into the former camp, rather than the latter.
Eddie had just started wiping down the front desk counter, which doubled as a display case for the various accessories and body jewelry they carried trying to kill some time between his last appointment and cover-up-guy, when Chrissy came walking out of her studio.
It was one of the biggest perks, in his opinion, of owning their own shop. Not only did each of them finally have their own work spacesâno more having to listen to other client conversations or fighting over a single bluetooth speakerâbut being their own bosses also meant they could decorate and customize their own studios to their heartâs content.Â
The main area of the shop was a bit of a catch-all, much like his and Chrissyâs shared apartment. It featured neutral walls lined with a mishmash of all the things they loved, sprinkled in and amongst odd antiques, knick-knacks, and various pieces of unique artwork. There was everything from vintage vinyl record jackets tacked to the wall, to faux taxidermy mountings of creatures that had never existed in real life.Â
Entering Chrissyâs studio was a little like stepping inside a Lisa Frank notebook cover. All vibrant rainbow colors and aggressive animal print. Eddie had painted the walls himself, color matching the exact shade of fuchsia as the adjustable chair heâd custom ordered just for her. He was no interior designer so sheâd taken it from there, and though the finished product was a little too bright for his tastes, even he had to admit it was still pretty fucking metal.Â
Eddieâs space was the polar opposite, featuring dark stained wood furniture and a style of decor that could be best described as a slightly more grown up version of a teenage boy's bedroom. Band and movie posters lined three of the walls, but instead of being held up with thumbtacks, or scotch tape, they were neatly laid in matching frames with thick black edging. The remaining wall held a gallery of photos. Him and Wayne from their last fishing trip, one from when he and Chrissy had received the keys to the parlor unlocking its doors on the first day that it was theirs, and an old snap of him and his high school bandmates standing in front of their homemade banner, among many others.
It wasnât until Chrissy came up to lean on the counter with her jacket zipped-up and her purse slung over her shoulder that he realized something was up.
âDonât forget to lock up when you're done.â She said, tapping her nails on the glass. âOh! And can you stop and pick up some oat milk on your way home? Weâre out.âÂ
âWait, where are you going? Didnât you have a client booked tonight too? I thought we were in this together, Cunningham!â
âNot anymore.â She said cheerfully, leaning across the counter to rest her elbows on the glass, leaving an ink smudge on the exact spot he had just finished cleaning. He swatted at her with the damp rag and she jerked back with a giggling-gasp.
âMine had to cancel.â
Eddie groaned. âI hate when clients do that.â
She shrugged. âDoesnât bother me. Itâs like a free night off I wasnât expecting.â
âNot exactly free, since canceling means not paying in full.â He grumbled.
âOh lighten up! Itâs not like weâre that behind on bills or anything.â
âTell that to the electric company.â He said, mostly to tease her, though he couldn't help glancing up at the excessively large and kitschy skull chandelier heâd found on Amazon that definitely didnât use high efficiency light bulbs, but he had sworn at the time was worth it for The Aestheticâą.
âWhy are you always so grumpy?â Chrissy asked, jutting her lip out in a dramatic reenactment of him pouting.Â
Not that he was one to pout.Â
âIâm not!â
âLook at your face, you're grumpy right now!â
âThat's because y- youâreâŠâ He cut himself off with a sigh.Â
He couldn't begrudge her the time off, heâd be hightailing it out of there just the same if it had been him.Â
âJust get out of here.â He said, conceding defeat.
She beamed. âOkay! See you later!â She said, all but sprinting to the front doors. âDonât forget about the milk!â
âWait, why canât youââ He started to ask, but she was on the other side of the door before he could get the words out.
âOh forget it.â He mumbled, stashing the glass cleaner away where it belonged.Â
About fifteen minutes later the bell above the door chimed, signaling the arrival of what Eddie assumed to be his last customer of the day.Â
Except, it couldn't be.
It couldnât possibly be because the Adonis that had just entered his humble tattoo parlor was, quite frankly, bonkers hot. There was no way, absolutely no way someone had this guyâthis guyâso obsessed with them that he went and got their name tattooed on his perfect body and then just⊠let him go.Â
It was unthinkable.
âHi, you must be Eddie. I recognized you from your Instagram.â Pretty-boy said with a shy smile.
âSteve?â Eddie asked, blinking hard, completely unable to mask the tone of disbelief.
The other man nodded.
Shit, okay.
So this was himâSteeeeeeve Harrington. This was the guy.Â
Maybe there was something wrong with him? There had to be a catch, a series of very red flags or something because all Eddie could think about at that moment was, if he ever got a chance with Steve? Heâd never let him go.Â
Get it together, Munson!
The bright side, of a sort, was that Steve smacked of straight guy energy, so it was unlikely Eddie would even be in the running for a chance anyway. Better to just put it out of his mind.
Though, he supposed he could still⊠look. It's not like looking ever hurt anyone. Not that he made a habit out of ogling the clientele. Of course, none of his other customers had ever come in wearing vintage Leviâs that fit their ass like a glove, not to mention the way they fit around hisâ
âEddie?â
Fuck.Â
Had Steve been talking this whole time while heâd been off daydreaming about what those sinfully tight jeans might look like on his bedroom floor?
âYeah.â A soft chuckle fell from Eddieâs lips as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. âS- sorry, man. Spaced out for a second there I guess.âÂ
What the fuck was wrong with him today?!
âItâs okay. I was just asking if the plan was still the same? In your last email you suggested we should do this over two appointments.â
Work question⊠yes, good. Focus on the job!Â
âRight. With what we talked about I'd like to concentrate on just the outline today, maybe a little shading, and then in six weeks or so once thatâs healed have you come back for the color. If youâre still alright with that?â
Eddie could do the whole thing in one shot if Steve really wanted to sit that long, but with something like this he didn't want to feel rushed. Heâd done a few concept sketches after emailing back and forth with Steve about what he was looking for, and honestly what theyâd come up with wasnât really his usual style. He could do it, he was more than capable, but he had to wonder why Steve had picked him, out of all the tattoo artists in the city. Heâd seen Eddieâs Instagram, so he knew the kind of work he usually churned out. Hell, Chrissy would have been the more obvious choice for this.
Of course, now that heâd gotten an eye-full of Steve in person he was glad he hadnât tried to pawn him off on her. He was also really hoping Steve would agree to the split sessions, it would give them an excuse to see each other again.
âWhatever you think is best. Iâm putting myself in your expert hands.â Steve said, a hint of a blush coloring his cheeks.
That was⊠interesting.Â
Maybe Eddie had been a little bit hasty in his initial straight assessment?
Steveâs deposit had been paid, and theyâd already gone over pricing through email so there wasn't much to discuss as far as that was concerned, After signing some paperwork and getting the other manâs ID scanned into the system there was nothing left to do but walk Steve back to his studio and get this show on the road.
âYou can go ahead and take your shirt off, get comfortable. Iâll show you the stencil I drew up and if it looks good we can put it on and get started.â Eddie said, gesturing to his client chair.
He leaned over his desk while Steve got situated, taking a second to gather his thoughts, as well as add a small finishing touch to the transfer sketch before turning back to his client. The sight made his throat go dry.Â
It shouldnât have been as hot as it was.Â
At Eddie's direction, in preparation, Steve had shaved his chest. More specifically, Steve had shaved half of his chest. The side Eddie would be working on, that sported the existing tattoo, was bareâsmooth as a baby's bottom. The other side wasâŠÂ
It wasâŠ
Jesus Christ.
It should have looked ridiculous actually, and it was a little funny, but honestly all Eddie could think when he stared at the untrimmed side of Steve's upper body, resplendent with the most glorious chest hair, was that it was a travesty, a crime even, that heâd never get to see the whole thing grown out in its full glory.Â
The lack of a shirt also highlighted the fact that Steve was incredibly toned, much more so than he had initially appeared even through his slim fit henley.Â
Eddie shook his head, praying it had suddenly become an etch-a-sketch and he could clear out his thoughts by sheer force.Â
He truly didnât know what had gotten into him. It was hardly the first time heâd worked on someone he found attractive, but usually he didnât notice it quite this much. When you pierce and tattoo for a living you get used to seeing a lot of bare skin, including occasionally, areas typically reserved for romantic partners. Professional hazzard, but itâd never been a problem for him before. He was an artist, this was his craft, and bare skin was just another kind of canvas.
He blamed it on his current dry spell, self-imposed as it was.Â
It was easy enough to go out on a Saturday and find a guy or girl to bring home for the night, but he was so tired of one night stands and meaningless hookups in bar bathrooms. Where was the substance? He wanted companionship. He wanted a partner. He wanted to fall in love.Â
Eddie cleared his throat and crossed the room to hand Steve the stencil, busying himself with raising up his stool to the proper height and pulling on a pair of thick black neoprene gloves while the other man looked it over. Â
âItâs great.â Steve said.Â
âGood.â Eddie quietly let out the breath heâd been holding. âAlright I'm gonna put this on and have you take a look at the placement, make sure you like it, then we can get started.â
Eddie squeezed out a dime sized amount of the stencil gel and rubbed it into Steveâs chest, laying the transfer paper down in just the right way so that the final design would sufficiently cover what was underneath, assuming he had scaled it right.Â
It was perfect. After a quick check in the mirror, Steve agreed.Â
While they waited for it to dry Eddie double checked his set up to make sure he had everything he would need for the session.
âReady to get started?â
Steve took a deep breath and blew it out slow. âYeah. I am.â
His reply felt heavy, like maybe he was talking about more than just the tattoo. Had they known each other at all Eddie might have asked about it, but they were basically strangers, and it wasnât his job to pry.Â
With steady hands he set the needle to Steve's skin and got to work.Â
They werenât at it for very long before Steve started to squirm.Â
Eddie ignored it at first, he could tell the guy was trying hard to keep himself still, and he wasnât really moving enough to actually disturb the work. Sometimes it took a bit for clients to sink into the feeling, to let the pain fade to the background enough that they could relax a little bit or at least be able to keep their body from trying to react to the odd sensation. But then he noticed the light sheen of sweat spreading over Steve's upper body, and would have sworn he could somehow feel the other manâs pulse quickening beneath the hand he had pressed so closely to his heart, even over the vibration of the tattoo machine.
He should probably stop and do a check-in, suggest a breather or some water. It wouldn't be the first time a seemingly tough muscle-bound guy had struggled to sit for him.Â
He opened his mouth to say something about it, lifting the needle as he took a quick glance up at Steveâs face, but what he saw had the words dying on his tongue. Steve was staring back at him, face flushed, breath coming quick and shallow, bottom lip trapped between his teeth.Â
That⊠did not look like a face that was in painâor ratherâit didnât seem like the pain was unpleasant.Â
Fuck.
Eddie flicked his gaze quickly back down to his hands, the needle, fighting the urge to look lower.Â
He shouldnât.Â
It wasnât right.
The professional thing to do would be to ignore the reaction completely.Â
But Eddie was a weak, weak man.
He looked.Â
Just a quick peek, less than a half-second that his eyes wandered south, and immediately he regretted it.Â
Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuck.
Suspicion confirmed. Steve was hard. He was also huge if the unmistakable outline was any indication. Eddie bit his tongue, fighting back the groan that was trying to fight its way out of his throat.Â
Those jeans should be fucking illegal. The only thing worse wouldâve been a pair of gray sweatpants. Now he was the one sweating.
âSorry.â Steve said, voice strained.
Eddie stilled, lifting the machine away from Steve's chest again before looking back up to meet his eyes.Â
âFor?â
Steve raised an eyebrow, challenging him to continue to pretend he hadnât noticed.Â
âItâs fine, really. It⊠happens. Everyone reacts differently to the pain.â
Steve let out a high pitched and breathy huff of laughter. âIt wasnât like this last time.â He muttered under his breath.
Eddie tried hard not to read into that, not to think about what the difference might be.
âDo you need to take a break?âÂ
âNo,â Steve swallowed hard. Eddie watched, momentarily mesmerized by the bob of his adams apple. âBut, uh, can we talk or something? To distract me?â
He sounded so vulnerable, and a little embarrassed. It was enough to snap Eddie out of his daze. The last thing he wanted was for the person in his chair to feel uncomfortable. Talking he could do, it was one of his best things.Â
âSure, what do you want to talk about?â Eddie asked casually, getting right back into his line work.
âYou.â Steve answered quickly, pausing to clear his throat. âUm, I mean, did you always want to be a tattoo artist?â
Eddie chuckled. âYeah, pretty much. I used to spend all my time, including the time I should have been using to study or do my homework, drawing, sketching, painting, you name it, and it just kinda developed from there. I gave myself my first stick-and-poke when I was about 15. My uncle was pissed. Not about the tattoo exactly, but he was worried I wasn't being safe enough about itâsanitary and stuff. Of course, he wasnât wrong. So, Wayne took me out the next day and we got a book about it, and he bought me all the right materials. Even let me practice on him when I graduated to a tattoo machine.â
âHe sounds like a really great guy.â Steve said.
âYeah, he is.â Eddie could feel the wistful smile spreading across his own face. âNot just anyone could step in and raise someone elseâs kid like that. Just wish I got to see him more. I go back to Indiana to visit him a few times a year, but itâs not the same.â
âI donât see my family very much either, but weâre not close.âÂ
âIâm sorry.â
âDonât be. My parents, theyâreââ Steve trailed off as if looking for the right words. âWell, let's just say they're not as supportive of myâlife choices, as your uncle was for you.â
âOh?â
âI, uh, came out to them a while ago⊠as bisexual? They didnât take it very well. Said I was just going through some kind of phase or crisis or something. Sorry, this is probably, like, way too much information to share with someone I just met.â
âNo. itâsâOkay, maybe to a normal person it might be but I've never been what anyone would describe as normal. And⊠I get it.â
Eddie didnât really have to say it. The outside of the shop sported every kind of pride flag you could think of. There were pictures right behind him on the wall of him and Chrissy at their first ever pride parade right here in the city. Not to mention his social media profiles, where he had a bi flag right next to his age and pronouns in his bio. Steve knew, was the point, and Eddie was glad heâd felt safe enough in his shopâwith him, to talk about it.
âWayne was really good about that too.â Eddie said softly. âIâm sorry your parents werenât.â
A comfortable silence settled between them after that and Eddie left it unbroken, better to let Steve decide which direction their conversation went from hereâif he wanted to continue it. He seemed more relaxed already and his⊠predicament had mercifully gone down as they spoke.Â
âWhen did youâhow did you⊠know?â Steve asked after a while.
âJunior High.â Eddie answered quickly, smiling to himself as he indulged in a little nostalgia. âKinda the opposite of the usual story, I guess. I thought I was gay. I had such a crush on this boy a grade above me. Nobody that would have given me the time of day mind you, I was a band geek and a huge nerd, but he was very nice to look at. Then he changed schools. I was heartbroken of course, which is my excuse for why I let this girl drag me under the bleachers during gym class. One second we were just sitting there talking and the next she was in my lap with her tongue down my throat.âÂ
âAnd?â
Eddie shrugged. âAnd I didnât hate it. I reacted exactly the way a young boy reacts when a pretty girl is kissing them and grinding in their lap. Honestly, it blew my mind a little bitâhad to reevaluate my whole world view.â
Steve hummed in understanding.
âItâs still mostly men for me butââ Eddie sighed wistfully, âWomen.â
âWomen,â Steve agreed reverently, letting out a soft laugh. âIt was a bit more recent for me. A friend took me to a gay barâdragged me there actually.â He started to shake his head, stopping instantly when he seemed to realize he might be moving too much.
Good boy.
Eddie smirked. âI bet you were popular.â
âYou could say that. Iâve never had so many people offer to buy me a drink in my life.â As Steve went on he began to rub his hand along the chair's armrest, mindlessly drawing patterns into its surface with his long fingers.
âItâs funny, at 25 I didnât think I had anything new to discover about myself, at least nothing big, but after that rather eye-opening evening I had to, like you said, reevaluate some things about myself. It wasnât a huge shock I guess. Like, I had found guys attractive beforeâfriends, celebrities, whatever, I just thought everyone felt that way.â
âAh, the bisexualâs fallacy. Sure I think about other dudes sometimes, but only the normal amount.â Eddie said.
âHow was I supposed to know it wasnât!â
Eddie stopped tattooing as they held each other's gaze, both managing to keep a straight face for only a second before simultaneously dissolving into hysterical laughter.Â
Figuring it was as good a time as any to take a short break, Eddie stripped his gloves off and slid across the room on his stool to a small mini-fridge he kept tucked under his desk, stocked with water and juiceâsomething he always kept on hand in case a client got lightheaded.
As they sipped their drinks and both took an opportunity to stretch, Eddie decided it was finally time to put his foot in his mouth.
âSo, how are you enjoying things on this side of the field? Someone as pretty as you, I'm sure you get asked out a lot.â
âNo, uh, I don't know. I- I haven't really been out on any dates with guys.â Steve stuttered out nervously. âKissed a few, but thatâs all.âÂ
âOh, thatâs too bad.â Eddie said. He meant it too. Not only was Steve something special to look at, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. He deserved to be taken out and shown a good time. Maybe he was shy.
Steve laid back in the chair, puffing his chest out as he got back into position while Eddie slipped a new pair of gloves on.Â
âWhy, you offering to show me the ropes?â Steve asked, pointedly raising an eyebrow.
Eddieâs mouth went dry.Â
Okay, not that shy then. Surely it was just fun friendly flirting though, right?
âDonât tempt me.â Eddie teased back. Two could play this game.
âWhy not?â
âFirst rule of the trade, or at least the Munson doctrine, no dating the clients.â
âOh, thatâs too bad.â Steve said, and without even looking up Eddie could hear the smile in his voice, a hint ofâchallenge acceptedâin his tone.
The next hour flew by as they continued to chat, both remarking on the differences between small town life and city life, as well as lamenting how expensive it was, and how neither of them thought theyâd still be living with roommates in their mid-to-late-20's.
For a while Eddie waxed poetic about Chrissy, who of course filled the roles of bestie, roommate, and business partner, which tickled Steve to no end.Â
He told the other man how theyâd met, apprenticing at the same tattoo parlor at around the same time. and wound up bonding for life almost immediately. They were total opposites on the surface but deep down they were remarkably similar. Eddie didnât go into too much detail, as it wasnât his story to tell, but alluded to the fact that he and Chrissy had the shared experience of being born to shitty parents, only to be raised by another family member. A grandmother in Chrissyâs case.
It meant that they understood each other more than most, and yeah, being around one another 24/7 also meant they got on each otherâs nerves a lot, but he wouldnât have it any other way. Â
At some point Steveâs cell phone began to ring from where it was shoved in his front pocket. He apologized profusely for forgetting to switch it on silent before theyâd gotten started, but Eddie assured him it wasnât a big deal.Â
Orâit wouldn't have been, except either it was some kind of emergency, or someone who was intent on reaching Steve immediately, and continued trying to call three more times.Â
âWe can take a break if you need to get that.â Eddie offered.
Truth be told he could use a little breather himself. All this time of being essentially face down in Steveâs incredible chest was getting to him a little bit, not to mention the way his forearm lightly brushed along Steve's stomach whenever he braced himself across the manâs body. The feel of their bare skin touching was almost too much, and more than once Eddie felt himself breaking out in goosebumps.Â
âYeah, I think weâd better. Itâs gotta be my little brother and knowing him he wonât stop calling until I answer.â
Eddie busied himself removing his gloves and taking a long drink from his water bottle while he flipped through a few drawings on his side table, trying to look like he wasnât hearing every word of Steve's side of the conversation.Â
âHey buddy, I'm a little busy right now. Whatâs going on?âÂ
Steve paused, listening attentively to the voice on the other end of the call.Â
âDustin, heâs not abandoning you. Just because he wantsââ
Sighing as he was abruptly interrupted, Steve somehow made the huff of breath sound both annoyed and fond.
âWell, did he actually say he didnât want to play D&D with you anymore?âÂ
Eddieâs head snapped up of its own volition. Did the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen in real life just say D&D?
âThatâs what I thought.â Steve said with a satisfied tone. âIt's gonna be fine. Iâll come see you tomorrow, okay? Tell your mom I said hi.â
âSorry about that.â Steve said, addressing Eddie this time, rolling his eyes as he ended the call. âTeenagers.â
âPretty cool little brother if he plays Dungeons and Dragons.â
âOh no.â Steve groaned. âNot you too! He and all his little friends are obsessed with it.â
âI used to play all the time with a group back in high school. We still try and get together for a one-shot at the holidays when weâre all back home visiting.â Eddie paused, concentrating for a second on wiggling his fingers into yet another set of gloves. There wasnât really all that much left to do, another 20 minutes or so and heâd be done with the outline. âWas he alright, your brother?â
âYeah, heâll be fine.â Steve replied as he sat back, getting into position. âWe, uh, technically weâre not actually relatedâI'm an only child. But I used to babysit Dustin when he was younger and when he grew up I just sorta stuck around. Itâs only him and his mom at home and I guess I thought⊠I dunno, like, maybe I could help? I drove him to his first school dance, taught him how to do his hair, shave, that kinda stuff.â
âThat's⊠thatâs really sweet, man. Iâm sure he appreciates having you around.â
With every new thing he learned about Steve, Eddie felt like he was in deeper and deeper trouble. Heâd been having a tough enough time keeping it together with simply lusting over a hot body, but now Steve was turning out to be this sweetheart of a guy and, client or not, Eddie thought he might just be worth breaking all the rules for.Â
âHeâs worried his friend group is falling apart because one of the guys is going out for the basketball team. Heâs afraid if Lucas gets in good with the jocks he wonât want to play with them anymore.â
âAs a former outcast and enemy to jocks everywhere, I can understand his concern.âÂ
âAre you saying we wouldn't have been friends in high school then?â
âSteve, Stevie, please. Please donât tell meâŠâ Eddie trailed off, stopping what he was doing and gasping for dramatic effectâhand over his heart. âOh god, you were captain of the sportsball team werenât you?âÂ
Steve giggled, his beautiful eyes sparkling with it. âBasketball, to be exact. I was the co-captain of the swim team too.â
âI knew it would never work between us.â Eddie tutted, shaking his head as he got back to tattooing. âAre you reformed, at least?â
âOnce a jock, always a jock, I'm afraid. Iâm a personal trainer now.â
It explained a lot, and the perksâpun absolutely intendedâof Steve's day job were undeniable, but as hot as the mental image of him pumping iron was, the idea of Steve palling around with toxic gym bros all day was almost enough to have Eddie second guessing everything.
âDonât worry though, I donât like gym bros any more than the next guy.â Steve said conspiratorially. âMy clients are mainly older women looking to maintain their strength and mobility as they age.â
Aaaaand Eddie stood corrected. âLucky ladies.â
Jesus Christ, could this guy get any more perfect?
Steve shifted in his seat, starting to get antsy after keeeping still for so long.Â
âJust a few more minutes, almost done.â Eddie murmured, tongue between his teeth as he concentrated on a spot near the curve of Steveâs collarbone.
âDo you do a lot of these? Cover-ups I mean?â Steve asked. âMy roommate is the one who actually suggested it. For some reason I just never thought about it as an option.â
âI donât know if iâd say a lot, but a fair few, yeah.â
âYou, um. You can ask about it⊠If you want.â
Eddie glanced up in surprise. He would never have brought it up without being prompted, it just didnât feel right, but he couldnât deny he was curious, and if Steve was okay with it thenâ
âOkay, I'll bite. Whoâs Nancy?â
âMy fianceâ. Well, ex-fianceâ now. We broke things off a little over a year ago.â
âThatâs rough, I'm sorry.â
âItâs okay. Honestly, Itâs⊠I should have probably seen it coming? We were high school sweetheartsâgot together before we really knew who we were on our own. But I was dumb and in love. I got the tattoo and proposed. I was so happy that day, but looking back it was so obvious that sheâd only said yes out of pity or guilt, not because she really wanted to spend the rest of her life with me.â
The part of Eddie that believed in true loveâand all that cheesy shitâwas sad that a couple who had been together for so long, who had essentially grown up together, hadnât been able to make it work. Selfishly though, a small piece of him was happy to learn that theyâd been broken up for quite some time, lessening the chance that, if he did somehow gather the courage to ask Steve out when the tattoo was done, he wouldnât be on the rebound.
âIt was tough. I felt like a failure for a long time, like I was having to start my whole life over from scratch when I'd thought for so long that she was it for me, but it's actually been⊠good. We werenât right for eachother, I can see that now. As much as it hurt, I'm grateful she had the courage to break things off when she did.â
âIâm glad youâve been able to come to peace with it.â
âGetting this tattoo feels like the final step into letting that life go, yâknow?â
Eddie nodded. Steveâs demeanor before they got started made so much sense now.
âIs there some significance to the design?â He asked, making his final line and setting the machine down. He wiped at the excess ink on Steve's skin, raising his head just in time to see the way the other manâs eyes lit up.
âYeah, Robin. Sheâsheâs everything to me. Like a best friend, but more somehow. I donât think I really knew what unconditional love was before her. Sheâs like, another piece of my soul or something. I donât know what I would do without her.â
Eddie froze.Â
The tattoo design was a birdâa robin.
A robin.
For, Robin.
How could he have been so stupid!Â
Of course, Steve was getting one girlâs name covered up with something to represent the new one.Â
Jesus Christ, they were both idiots.
Eddie for getting his hopes up, and Steve for making the same mistakeâtwice. At least this time it was a symbol and not a name, so if he and the latest potential Mrs. Harrington didnât work out, at least he wouldn't have to worry about covering it up.
âEverything alright?â Steve asked.
The question spurred Eddie back into action. He spread the foam soap over Steveâs chest continuing to clean the finished tattoo while his heart crawled up into his throat.Â
âYup. All good.â Eddie forced the words out.
That's what Steve must have meant about not going on dates, he already had someone at home. Why hadnât he just said that before though? And why had he flirted with him?Â
Maybe heâd felt funny at first about admitting to being with a woman after all the talk about being bisexual. Not that Eddie would have judged, but he knew a lot of people didâbi erasure was so real. He understood that, but it didnât make it hurt any less that Steve had, inadvertently or not, lead him on.Â
Eddie gently patted the newly cleaned skin dry with a paper towel and carefully applied a square of Saniderm over the area, smoothing it out as he gave Steve his usual spiel, albeit a little robotically, about how to care for the tattoo over the coming days and weeks.
He quickly turned his back when he was done, telling Steve he could get dressed, and feeling stupid as all hell for being this upset about a guy he barely knew. Heâd felt something though, potentialâa spark. It was more than heâd felt for anyone in a long time.
Steve got quiet, looking a little confused with the sudden 180° Eddieâs mood had pulled. He felt a little bad about that as he brought the guy back out to the counter, but it wasnât as though heâd suddenly become unprofessional. He was just⊠no longer being overly friendly.
After confirming the date for his second session, Steve paid his balance and Eddie walked him to the door. Â
âHave a good night, Steve. Call the shop if you have any concerns or questions about aftercare.â
Steve bit his lip. âOh, I⊠okay. See you in six weeks then.â
Eddie forced a smile, waiting until Steve was out of sight around the corner to lock up, and slunk back to his studio to disinfect it so he could finally go home and sulk.
Chapter 2
All my thanks to @penny00dreadful for all of your wonderful beta work, and cheerleading, and support, and just generally being THE BEST đ
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New Year's Eve
Hi!! I hope you all had a great year this year and that the next one is even better.
This is a sequel to this so be sure to read that first.
It does get spicy and there is a trigger warning for homophobic language (Steve's mom is a bitch).
Summary: Eddie and Steve ring in the new year as lovers and inspire others to do the same. Steve's mom tries to make trouble, but trouble finds her instead. All and in all, it's been a good year.
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âI canât wear that!â Eddie protested. âIâm going to the Newfield! Iâm pretty sure itâs black tie to even breathe in its direction!â
Chrissy raised her eyebrow. âDo you want to know what Steve told me when asked me to help find you something to wear?â
Eddie looked at the red silk button up, the tight leather pants, the chunky boots and grey vest and then back up at her.
He sighed heavily. âSomething about being me?â
âClose,â she admitted. âHe told me that he wanted to make sure you stood out as the artist. That you were on display as much as your artwork. That people would look at you and go âyes, that is the masterâ. His words, not mine. But you donât have to wear this. We can find something else.â
Eddie reached out to rub the silk of the shirt between this finger and his thumb.
âIâll try it on first.â
Chrissy nodded.
He got dressed slowly, taking the time to admire each piece that Chrissy had picked out for him. The pants first. He loved the way they hugged his body without being skin tight. He pulled on the boots, happily twisting in the mirror. They went easily over the pants and highlighted how long his legs were.
Next came the shirt. It was a lot looser than he expected, making it almost billowy in nature. The silk felt divine against his skin. Chrissy tucked it into his pants and rolled up the sleeves. It kinda bunched at the waist, but when he put on the vest, it covered that immediately.
The whole ensemble was set off with leather bangles and chain bracelets on his wrists, a few necklaces that would show off the skin of the first three buttons of the shirt undone.
No earrings, though.
âI wanted earrings and to put your hair up,â Chrissy lamented. âBut Steve said he liked your hair down.â
Eddie blushed. He had told Steve that a lot people seemed to think that because he had it long, he had to pull it back. But unless he was painting, Eddie liked it loose.
The fact that Steve had argued on his behalf in favor of leaving it down sent butterflies dancing in his ribcage.
âI like it,â Eddie said, looking into Chrissyâs three way mirror. âItâs classy without taking away who I am.â
Chrissy nodded. âThen I did my job right. I canât believe I get to be your plus one at this.â
âSteve wanted to be my plus one,â Eddie said. âBut then he found out he got ten free tickets to this it made the point moot.â
âWhich means all your friends and family get to come,â Chrissy said with a fond smile.
He laughed. âMore like he gets to invite all the kids because I also got ten free tickets as the featured artist.â
Her eyes went wide. âReally? So this going to be a blast tonight, isnât it?â
He turned around a couple more times in the mirror. âOh hell yeah!â
She clapped excitedly.
âNow show me your dress, Cinderella!â he crowed pushing her in the direction of her closet.
Chrissy giggled and pulled out a garment bag. She unzipped it and pulled out a long silver sheath dress with long sleeves and plunging neckline.
âTry it on and give me a twirl, love!â Eddie cooed.
She got out the underwear she was going to wear with it and slipped behind the mirror. Once she was dressed she stepped out and slowly spun in a circle.
Eddie wolf whistled. âYou are going to finally bag that lesbian youâve had your eye on with the dress, girly. You look fantastic!â
She tugged at the sleeve a little. âYou donât think itâs too much?â
Eddie picked her up and spun her around. âI think itâs perfect for an art exhibition.â
She blushed. âYeah, okay. Letâs finish getting ready. We have to be at the Newfield by three so you can get everything how you want it.â
Eddie didnât have much more to do so he wandered the loft a bit. It was strange to see it so empty. But all his artwork was either hung up or displayed to be auctioned off.
When Chrissy joined him, she had another garment bag and black silk shirt and deep blue vest.
âWhatâs this for?â he asked as he took the hanger from her.
âThe exhibition tonight,â she said. âYou canât wear the same thing you wore to the auction, babe.â
He blinked at her in confusion. âWhy not?â
âPeople are snobs,â was her curt response.
Eddie frowned but a slow smile spread over his face. âDoes that mean that Steve has change too?â
Chrissy smacked his arm. âNo sex in the Newfield, you heathen!â
âWell, someone has to pin the art to the walls,â he replied with a smirk.
She stared at him wide-eyed. âDid you just call Steve a work of art?â
âYup!â
âOh god,â she sighed. âThis is going to be a long night.â
Eddie kissed her cheek. âYou love me though.â
Chrissy batted him away. âYeah, yeah, yeah.â
*
The auction was huge success and they ended up raising more than three million dollars for âRoll Initiativeâ.
And according to Steve there would probably be checks waiting for them at the end of the night, too.
Eddie was sad to see the blue jewel toned tux Steve had been in for the auction go, but the outfit he arrived in for the exhibition more than made up for it.
He was all in black with matching long tie and pocket square. From a distance you almost couldnât see the tie at all. It made Eddie feel things. Uncomfortable things considering how tight these leather pants were.
Eddie was coming back with two glasses of champagne for him and Steve when he saw the most elegant woman he had ever laid eyes on in his life chatting with him.
He got a little closer and realized they werenât chatting, it was far too heated for a chat.
âI donât even know why youâre here, Mom,â Steve was saying.
Mrs. Harrington waved him off. âAll board members get tickets to these sort of events and when I heard you had booked the night, I just had to see who my son would pick for his little pet artist.â She wrinkled her nose. âBut I wasnât expecting this.â She waved her hand at the artwork on the wall.
âAnd whatâs wrong with it?â he asked, furrowing his brow.
She flicked his forehead. âDonât scowl, Steven. You donât have much good looks to ruin, but donât ruin what you have.â
Eddie had bite the inside of his cheek to avoid throwing hands with this woman.
Steve leveled her with a glare. âYou could have looked up who he was, Mom. You didnât have to come.â
Mrs. Harrington sneered. âWhat if I wanted to see my son? To see what he had done with all the money his father had left him?
Steve straightened up. âDonât act like you didnât get the lionâs share of Dadâs money when he died.â
âIt was the least he could do considering he died of a heartache in that womanâs bed!â she hissed.
Steve barely suppressed a giggle, Eddie did not. She turned to him and critically eyed his clothes, his hair, his tattoos.
âAnd who are you supposed to be?â Mrs. Harrington snarled.
Eddie walked up to Steve and handed him a glass. Then with his free hand, slid it around Steveâs waist.
Steve leaned into Eddieâs side, soaking up the warmth and support. âThis is Eddie Munson, Mom. The artist being shown tonight and my boyfriend.â
Contempt darkened her face as she looked him over again. âJust like your father, throwing events for the whores that grace his bed as favors. I thought you better than this, Steven.â
Eddie bristled but Steve laughed outright. âOh, Mom. You know nothing about me if you think that. When was this event put on the schedule?â
Mrs. Harrington wiggled her shoulders. âI wouldnât know, dear.â
âBullshit,â Steve snapped. âYou know very well when it was.â
She glared at him. âFine, back in August. I donât know the exact date.â
âThe seventeenth. For the silent auction,â Steve acknowledged. âWhen was it turned into the double event.â
She squirmed under his gaze until she folded. âAfter Thanksgiving.â
Eddie turned to Steve in shock. âWhat?â
âThat was when I decided it would be my Christmas gift to you,â Steve murmured, nuzzling Eddie neck.
âBut we didnât get together until Christmas!â Eddie said.
Mrs. Harrington looked away.
Steve scoffed. âWhich you probably also knew, considering how close you are to Dr. Martin Brenner, the head of the board. Because I called him on Boxing Day to let him know the change in plans regarding the speeches tonight.â
She turned to scowl at him.
âAnd Iâm betting thatâs when you decided you wanted to crash the party,â Steve continued. âYou couldnât let me enjoy tonight with all my low brow friends and my boyfriend.â
âItâs demeaning!â she hissed. âYour father would be very displeased if you saw you now.â
Steve laughed again. âThatâs what you said when I bought out the stockholders. And again when I changed the way the company did business. And again when I hired Robin. And again when I had the Hendersons move in with me when they lost their house to a fire. And again when when I came out as bisexual last year. Iâm glad he would be displeased with me, because that means Iâm doing something right.â
Mrs. Harrington gasped, bringing her hand to her chest. âWe didnât raise you this way! To wallow in the depths of sin!â
âNo, you didnât and thank God that Steve didnât listen to a god damn thing,â Eddie said, tightening his grip on Steveâs waist. âBecause this is the best, most beautiful, bright, wonderful human being Iâve ever met and Iâm happy I get to call him mine.â
âHeâll tire of you, you know,â she smirked. âJust like his father. Always hopping from one bed to the next. He was always like that. Even as a child, never being able to focus on one thing for long. The way he would just prattle on.â
Eddie could feel the blood boil up under his skin. He was sure that it was just his parents that made Steve feel like he was too much, but home should be safe.
âSounds more to me like bad parenting,â he said nonchalant, âthen it being a problem with Steve.â He kissed Steveâs cheek. âCome on, babe. Jeff and the boys wanted to meet you.â
And then they left her standing there sputtering and stomping her foot.
They went in search of Eddieâs friends, who were thankfully all grouped together.
âFinally we get meet the man, the legend,â the short, fluffy haired one that reminded Steve of Dustin.
âSteve, these the remaining members of the Hellfire Club,â Eddie said, steadfastly ignoring the comment. âJeff Lawrence, his girlfriend, Miranda Steiner, Gareth Hughes and his twin Gethin, and Brian Martin. Gethin and Miranda arenât participating members, but are important nonetheless.â
Steve waved. âNice to meet you all.â
Miranda looked around. âWhen Eddie told us that you had organized all this for him, I didnât believe it. But itâs so amazing for people to come see this, see his work.â
Eddieâs phone went off. Then again. And again. He pulled it out to look at it.
âHoly shit!â he cried.
âWhatâs up, Ed?â Gareth asked, cocking his head to the side.
âIâm getting notifications from my website of people buying prints and posters and mugs...â he whispered.
âLooks like youâre going to have to expand your marketplace, Eds,â Steve murmured before kissing his cheek.
âT-shirts,â Jeff suggested. âI always wanted one of the half-elf fighter.â
âTumblers!â Gareth said excitedly. âOr those insulated coffee mugs.â
âDice boxes!â was Mirandaâs contribution. âYou could even start getting dice made based on your work. Like a purple and green swirling one for the half-orc bard.â
Eddieâs eyes glittered. âAnd selling that stuff would give me time to work on my own passion projects plus being able to focus on the charity...â He turned to Steve. âAnd itâs all because of you, Stevie. I canât thank you enough.â
He pulled Steve closed and kissed fiercely on the lips.
Steve was bright red when they finally pulled apart. âYou did all the work, babe, I just forced people to look.â
Eddie kissed him again. âI donât know how to thank you.â
âI might have a couple of ideas,â Steve growled low and seductive.
Eddie gulped and then turned to his friends. âYup, bye. Itâs nice to seeing you all, but Iâve really got to dash!â
He grabbed Steveâs hand and pulled him toward the bathroom. He hit all the stall doors to make sure they were empty and locked the door behind them.
âI almost creamed my pants at your little suggestion,â his voice came out as a low rumble, deep and dark from his chest.
Steveâs eyelids drooped and he looked up at Eddie through his eyelashes. âDid you now? It must have been so painful in those pants, darling. Should I help you out?â
Eddie gulped. He had brought Steve in here for the express purpose of getting off with his boyfriend, but now faced with the actual prospect of seeing Steve on his knees had him shaking.
Steve ran his hands over Eddieâs torso as he slid to the floor. He looked at his watch and grinned. âWeâve got fifteen minutes before the countdown. Letâs see if I can get you off before then.â
Eddie staggered against the door for something to support him because he knew once Steve got his mouth on him, his knees were going to buckle.
Steve slowly unzipped Eddieâs pants and was pleased to see that no there was nothing between him and Eddieâs cock. He slid his hands up and down Eddieâs thighs as he took in the sight.
Eddie was about to tell him to hurry up when Steve licked a slow agonizing stripe up his length. His retort became a moan of pleasure.
âFuck, Stevie,â he gasped. âYou feel so good.â
And then Steve took him completely in his mouth and good wasnât even close as a descriptor for how amazing it felt.
Steve was licking, sucking, and kissing in turns and all Eddie could do was grab the beautiful man before him and hold on for dear life.
It didnât take long for Eddie to come down Steveâs throat with a breathy moan.
Steve tucked him away and then Eddie pulled him to his feet to kiss him deeply.
âJesus fucking Christ, sweetheart,â he muttered against Steveâs lips. âThat is the hardest Iâve ever come.â
Steve smirked. âThatâs just the appetizer. The main course will be tonight after the exhibition. I just didnât want you feeling uncomfortable all night because I gave you a raging hard on.â
Eddie chuckled. âMy hero.â
Steve checked his watch and nodded. âWeâve got five minutes to wash up and get back out there before the ball drop.â
Eddie leaned his head against the door and let out a shuddering sigh. âI think mine already did.â
Steve laughed.
âChrissy is going to kill me, by the way,â Eddie said once he had caught his breath enough to stand on his own.
âOh?â he asked, looking up from where he was washing in hands in the basin.
âYeah, she told me no sex in the Newfield,â he said, cocking his head to the side with an easy smile. âAnd that just happened.â He waved between them lazily indicating what they just got up to.
Steve laughed. âOh boy, is she going to be in for a shock.â
Eddie walked over and wrapped his arms around Steveâs waist. âYeah, howâs that, babe?â
âItâs a badly kept secret that the board brings their lovers in here all the time to fuck among the art.â
Eddie threw back his head and laughed. âOh, god. I canât wait to tell her.â
Steve grinned back at him and they got cleaned up and made it back out to the main area before the countdown.
Mrs. Harrington glared at them when they emerged hand in hand.
The countdown began.
â10.â
â9.â
â8.â
âHappy New Yearâs Eds.â
â5.â
âHappy New Yearâs, baby.â
â2.â
â1.â
They pressed their lips together as fireworks ignited outside, bursting over top of the Newfield to ring in the new year.
When they broke apart, they looked around for all their friends and family. Dustin and Suzie were making out under Eddieâs painting of the Entwives. Lucas and Max had their heads pressed together as they held hands. Wayne and Claudia were happily chatting away near a statue of some Greek hero. All of the Hellfire club had clustered together and were toasting the New Year. Even Robin and Chrissy had finally sealed the deal, judging from the way Chrissy was laughing into Robinâs neck.
But no, the surprise of the evening was the way El was smiling and hopping up and down joyfully at Will and Mike slow dancing to the music in their heads. Mikeâs hand gently pressed against Willâs side while his other hand was clasped in Willâs. Willâs hand kept stroking Mikeâs face like if he stopped, Mike would vanish into thin air.
Eddie licked his lips. âWell thatâs new.â
Steve laughed. âIt most certainly is. But itâs also a long time coming. I think they had to grow up first.â
âDo youâyou donât think they got together because of us, do you?â Eddie asked shyly.
Steve scratched his cheek thoughtfully.
âI mean it might have got their heads of their ass,â he said after a moment. âBut that a thought for another time. Iâm practically vibrating to get you out of those clothes.â
âYouâve got it, baby,â Eddie murmured, kissing the side of his mouth. âLetâs go say goodbye and then weâll leave.â
They said their goodbyes and had reached the door when Steve felt someone pull on his arm.
âJust where do you think youâre going, Steven?â Mrs. Harrington hissed. âThere is still an hour left and having both the host and artist leave before the end? Scandalous!â
Steve shrugged her off. âIâm an adult, Mom. I have been for nearly a decade. You donât get to tell me what I can and canât do.â
âMaureen!â someone called out.
All three of them turned to see a distinguished older gentleman with a neat beard and shining eyes.
âOliver!â Mrs. Harrington greeted.
Oliver Jensen was one of the museums biggest donors and on the board with her.
Steve grabbed Eddieâs hand and held it tightly.
âWord tonight has reached me of your homophobic views,â Oliver said with a rich accent that practically oozed grace and dignity. âI was hoping you would refute the rumor.â
Eddie squeezed Steveâs hand. He didnât know who this man was but he would be stupid not realize that he was on their side.
âItâs a perversion in the sight of God!â Mrs. Harrington hissed. âThis man has corrupted my son.â
Oliver tilted his head in confusion. âHe came out as bisexual three years ago and only recently met Mr. Munson, how could he have corrupted your son?â
âHave you seen the filth this man puts on his website?!â she snarled.
Oliver blinked at her. âYes, of course. Talented young man. Iâm quite fond of the Drow BDSM scene with the spider web behind them. I was hoping that the original would have been up for auction earlier and was sadly disappointed it wasnât.â
âText Stevie your address,â Eddie said. âIâll have it mailed right over.â
Oliver lit up. âOh would you? Itâs my husbandâs favorite piece!â
Mrs. Harrington blanched. But then she turned red. âYou Satanâs spawn! Youâll go to hell too!â
Oliver snapped his fingers and Mrs. Harrington was being pulled away, kicking and screaming.
He pulled out his checkbook. âWho do I make this out to?â he asked Eddie. âYou or the charity?â
Eddie blinked. âYou donât have to! Think of it as a gift for throwing the old hag out.â
Oliver laughed. âSo the charity then.â He wrote out the check and handed it over to Steve because Eddie was too stunned to take it.
âSir,â Steve said. âThis is too much.â
Oliver waved him off. âNonsense. Itâs great to see children being encouraged to participate in things outside the norm.â He patted them both on the cheek and walked away.
Eddie finally startled out of his daze to look over Steveâs shoulder. There in big, bold, black ink was a check made out to Roll for Initiative to the tune of one million dollars.
âOh shit.â
Steve could only agree. He carefully put it in his wallet so he wouldnât lose it and then took Eddieâs hand again.
âHereâs to the best year Iâve ever had,â Steve murmured.
âAnd hereâs to the next one that will be even better!â Eddie agreed.
They kissed as the fireworks continued to burst in the night sky behind them.
Later they would go Eddieâs loft and strip each other bare. Then they would make love several times before falling asleep in each otherâs arms.
And when Steve woke up the next morning he found Eddie in front of an easel.
He wrapped his arms around his boyfriendâs waist. âWhatâs got you working at seven am on New Yearâs day?â
Eddie relaxed against Steveâs broad chest. âA companion piece to your Christmas present.â
Steve nuzzled him right below his ear. âOh?â
âNothing about your painting said that it was a D&D yellow dragon,â Eddie murmured. âSo after tea, the yellow dragon transforms and...â He shoved hair in front of his face, even though he knew Steve couldnât see it at that angle.
Steve hummed thoughtfully. âPerhaps you show me what the dragon does to ravish his knight.â
âItâs a long way off from being finished.â
Steve took Eddieâs earlobe between his teeth. âI meant in the bedroom, darling.â
Eddie got up so fast that the knocked over the stool in his haste to get them back to the bedroom.
Steve laughed as he followed behind. He thought back to that day when he called and spoke Chrissy on a whim.
He had been so sure she would tell him to get lost. Dismiss him as just another creepy fanboy just trying to get into Eddieâs pants. He left the business card in their mailbox and hoped.
He got way more than he bargained for. All he wanted when he set out on this quest was to get something for the Party that they would cherish forever. What he got was lifelong friends, an amazing boyfriend, and Robin a girlfriend.
Perhaps magic existed after all.
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Cute Lil Hellcheer Thought:
Chrissy getting a tattoo.
Just a little one. Tiny. And somewhere her mom won't see it when they see her for the holidays.
She'd assume Eddie talked Chrissy into it, is the thing. And he didn't. He nearly passed out from shock when she even suggested it. She was holding his hand while he got his own tattoo done at the time, and she'd been eyeing up the artwork on the walls the whole session.
It takes her a month or two to work up to actually doing it. And. Well, it's more uncomfortable than she expected. Eddie always chats and smiles through his, but she supposes he has had a lot more practice. She squeezes his hand the whole time she's in the chair, and makes him distract her by talking about his latest campaign plans ("You have to swear not to tell the guys, babe, pinky swear. This is top secret.") It's nice just to hear his voice, even if she still isn't super clear on all the rules and lore he seems to know by heart. She's learning. Some of it. Slowly.
The tattoo is a simple thing, minimal shading. It doesn't take long. After it's done Chrissy spends the next few days doing everything with extreme caution. She's nervous about it rubbing on the inside of her shirt, or bumping into anything, or God forbid she crack the scabs by moving the wrong way. Eddie thinks it's hilarious watching her shuffle around, stiff-armed and slow, and he keeps pretending he's going to poke her still-tender shoulder.
He never does, and she knows he won't. He's been just as cautious as her. Patting on moisturizer for her and letting her sprawl across his lap so she doesn't have to lean her shoulder against the back of the couch when they're watching TV. He keeps tracing light circles around the tattoo, never touching where it hurts, drawing a border like he's reminding himself where it is.
When they're both sure it's healed, no more scabs and peeling and itchy spots, he says he's gotta make sure, so he kisses her tattoo. ("It's the best way to check, trust me. Why are you laughing at me? I'm doing very professional science, and you're laughing at me.")
#chrissy cunningham#eddie munson#hellcheer#edissy#eddie x chrissy#a raven's writing desk#i did not feel like deciding on what chrissy would get done lol#had a couple ideas but it doesnt matter overall tbh#talk amongst urselves if u want
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The Billy Big Bang posting season starts on November 1st and Team #11 of the Billy Big Bang will be posting their collaboration through November 9th! The artwork and banner are by @cuepickle / Cuepickle and the fic is by @spaceofentropy / Zeros83! We're eager to see what they've come up with but here's a little info to whet your appetites too!
Fic Title: As You Wish
Rating:Â Mature
Warnings:Â No Archive Warnings ApplyÂ
Relationships:Â Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove & Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie & El
Characters:Â Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Jane "Eleven" Hopper, Murray Bauman, Henry Creel, Dr. Brenner, Jason Carver, Max MayfieldÂ
Additional Tags:Â The Princess Bride AU, pirates, swordfights, blood and violence (but not too explicit), minor character deaths, temporary major character death, magic, torture, murder, animal death (canonical to The Princess Bride)Â
Length: 29k
Summary:Â Â
Everybody thinks they know what happened, that time that three unsavory people kidnapped the Princess Bride in order to start a war. Everybody is wrong.
Her name was Chrissy, not Buttercup, and the Dread Pirate Roberts was not in love with her, not in the romantic way everybody thinks, anyway. And he wasn't alone, but accompanied by his second, Mr. Harrington! And the swordman wasn't Spanish, nor was there a Turkish strongman.
But it was, indeed, a story about true love, adventure, treachery, duels, and revenge. Care to know the truth?
#billy big bang#billy big bang 2024#stranger things event#stranger things#billy hargrove#steve harrington#harringrove#Eddie Munson#Chrissy Cunningham#jane hopper#el hopper#the princess bride#The Princess Bride AU#20k-30k
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Masterlist
So I've fallen right into the deep end of the HellCheer fandom. Ride or die. I'm in love with Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie Munson. The fans are fucking talented too, alright? I've been binging fics and the artwork but there's certain troupes/ideas/prompts that keep rattling away in my brainbox. I'm going to note them here for if (or when) I maybe write something for the two...but (public service announcement) if anyone knows a fic out there which can scratch these little itches please link me up.
Updated: 18.04.24
My Completed Fics
Chrissy starts dating. Eddie's not thrilled - Dating Chrissy - oneshot
Eddie wants to buy something nice for Chrissy. Candles are romantic, right? He ventures on a quest to the mall - Yankee Candle Baby - oneshot.
Chrissy is such a Brat with Eddie and Jason watches it (while hiding). Jason's POV - Chrissy Cunningham is a Brat - oneshot - mature
What if Chrissy ran from Eddie after her vision? What if it pushed them apart? They later share a joint and things get much much worse. My take on 'Chrissy lives' but it takes a little while for them to get back on the same page - Chrissy Runs Away - Chapter 3/3.
Eddie and Chrissy have unprotected sex against a brick wall after his gig because they can't wait - âWe could always justâŠdo it anyway?" - oneshot - mature
Eddie and Chrissy die but they're summoned again for the final fight Ft. time travel and angst - my hope for season 5 - Howl - oneshot
Gender Swap AU where Ellie Munson saves Chris Cunningham - a play on 'Chrissy Lives' - Rule 63' - oneshot
Ongoing
Vecna keeps Chrissy in hell - 'and she's a bride of the fucking devil' - 2/2 chapters.
My Mess of Drabbles
Eddie dies and Chrissy is waiting for him - end of passion play, crumbling away - short drabble only
Chrissy the Vampire Slayer AU
Labyrinth AU
X-Files AU
Pirates AU
Stardust AU
Jason joins the good side AU
Photocheer moodboard (Chrissy x Jonathan)
Headcannon Prompts
Max's relationship with Hellcheer
Dustin's relationship with Hellcheer
Chrissy and Wayne Munson's (beautiful) relationship
Chrissy and The Party headcanons
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In need of/ Prompts
Chrissy gets her first tattoo. A cliche at this point no? I'm torn between her getting this done without Eddie knowing as a surprise, or if I want him right there holding her hand.
Eddy eyeing her up in the school cafeteria or class. Basically Eddy simping over Chrissy.
Anything with Eddie and Chrissy reuniting after death / or in the upside-down (manifesting the second).
Chrissy and Eddie getting high together. Maybe a dash of 'will I remember any of this tomorrow?' as they confess their feelings and frustrations.
Eddie loves Chrissy in a sundress. The more feminine, girly, and flouncy the better. He wants to get his hands under it.
He also loves her in a Hellfire top. Anything really that marks her subtly as his.
Other character POV's watching them flirt. Sweet sweet music to my...eyes?
He loves it when she wears one of his rings. She has plenty of her own jewelry (and it's all real gold/expensive/fit for a princess) but it doesn't mean anything really. Her eyes light up at his rings, though.
Together they create a D&D character for her to practice with. They discuss what type she's most likely to be (Eddie's a bard right?). I'm feeling Chrissy might also have that bard energy (she's THE hype girl, right?) or a healer? They definitely get distracted though and don't actually finish it.
He is a rambler. He talks when he's nervous - and Chrissy finds it easy to keep up.
Chrissy tells the jocks to leave the Hellfire club alone in the school corridor. She gets annoyed when she hears them referring to the kids as 'freaks'. Eddie adores the fire and nerve he sees in her eyes because it only really ever comes out when she's in protective mode (bonus points 1) if she tells Jason to fuck off 2) she walks away with the Hellfire club after).
Chrissy is the only one who gets him to study (and pass). He knows he has a reason to now, you know? They've got plans and he isn't wasting time.
Eddie has doubts about Chrissy really truly loving him - she's way out of his league, after all, so she makes sure to create visual reminders. She takes their photo together and tacks it up in her locker for all to see.
Eddie loves fucking Chrissy in her cheerleading uniform. She loves fucking him when he's backstage. They will want to mark their place in each other's bizarre worlds.
Eddie worries about his future with Chrissy (what's his dumbass supposed to do while she excels at college?) but he likes the way his last name suits her.
Eddie is ONLY soft for Chrissy. A scene where he's trying to be big and scary for the club and she unknowingly fractures this image by doing something oh so achingly cute. Maybe she giggles or squee's during a D&D session? It takes him ages to drag himself back into his DM role.
I'll be adding to this , fo' sure.
Is there an official name for this dynamic? Unpopular baddass x sunshine princess?
All aboard the ship. Ahoy ahoy.
#hellcheer#chrissy x eddie#eddie x chrissy#chrissy cunningham#eddie munson#stranger things#i'm a sucker for this dynamic. please don't send help#Chrissy's got the cutest smile#edssy#eddisy#hellcheer fanfic#hellcheer headcanons#chrissy cunningham x eddie munson#stranger things season 5#eddissy#eddissy headcannons
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Eddie Munson + potential Iron Maiden references
because I'm hyperfixiating and desperate. Also apparently not everyone was raised on 80s metal, so this might be new to some people and gatekeeping is lame. None of this is confirmed obviously and I'm probably reaching but here we go
let's start with the most obvious one: This is Iron Maiden's mascot. His name is Eddie. He's been on every single album cover, most single covers, merch, posters... He looks a little different every time, but he's always undead.
This is the cover artwork for the 1982 album The Number of the Beast. It features A huge version of Eddie, controlling the strings of a red, devil-like creature, which in turn holds the strings of a tiny version of Eddie. The Devil (Vecna, there I said it) is not shown to be aware of Big Eddie controlling him. It's all very double agent, The Spy parallel. Also if you take just the frame of Big Eddie's hand and the devil, it looks A LOT like Eddie Munson's puppetmaster tattoo. With a little fantasy and even more reaching there's also some vaguely mindflayery shape in the background of the image.
(probably irrelevant but still fun fact: This album was released on March 22nd 1982 - EXACTLY four years before Eddie Munson became the main suspect in Chrissy's death)
This one speaks for itself. We've all seen the Eddie prequel book that's gonna come out later this year with literally the same title as this 1983 song.
Interestingly, Eddie has batwings here, aka KAS THEORY CONFIRMED?
This one, holy shit. This is the artwork for the 1986 (!) album Somewhere in Time, and if the year and title weren't enough, there is so much more.
1. Again starting with the most obvious: There is a graffito on the wall to the very right that literally says EDDIE LIVES.
2. Under the graffito we see a hand reaching up from the ground (grave?). The version of Eddie that we get here is a cyborg, and the hand on the ground looks very cyborg-esque as well. The band members are seen a little towards the left as normal humans, so it's not like everyone's just a cyborg in this world. Ergo the hand belongs to a second Eddie, which is very in line with the whole "there is another timeline with shadow selves"-theory.
3. The red clouds in the background are very vecna-y.
4. The little winged figure from the Flight of Icarus cover is seen left of the big tower in the middle.
5. The neon sign of the movie theatre to the very bottom left contains the words "Live After Death" (illegible here, but it's there!)
6. The lyrics on this album! In particular Wasted Years, featuring the lines "But now it seems I'm just a stranger to myself
And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else"
- again, very much in line with shadow selves. And even more Stranger in a Strange Land:
"Was many years ago that I left home and came this way
I was a young man full of hopes and dreams
But now it seems to me that all is lost and nothing gained
Sometimes things ain't what they seem
No brave new world, no brave new world
No brave new world, no brave new world
Night and day I scan horizon, sea and sky
My spirit wanders endlessly
Until the day will dawn and friends from home discover why
Hear me calling, rescue me
Set me free, set me free
Lost in this place and leave no trace
Stranger in a strange land
Land of ice and snow
Trapped inside this prison
Lost and far from home
[...]
They found his body lying where it fell on that day
Preserved in time for all to see
No brave new world, no brave new world
Lost in this place, and leave no trace
What became of the man that started
All are gone and their souls departed
Left me here in this place so all alone"
Does that sound like someone left for dead in the Upside Down or is that just me?
7. idk a fuckload more in the cover probablay because it's wild.
Bonus Metallica fact: Master of Puppets was released on March 3rd 1986. Eeven if he bought the album the day it was released (he would) that would have given him under three weeks to rehearse it so much that he could give the most metal concert ever on March 27th.
Anyway that's just from the top of my head; I might add on to it if/when I think of more. PLEASE spam me with your theories I beg you.
Side note: Contrary to popular belief, if you got into metal because of Eddie: That's awesome! Welcome! Again, gatekeeping sucks; we've all had our minds blown by a Metallica song for the first time at some point, so let's be nice to the newcomers.
#don't you love it when several special interests merge like *autism intensifies*#stranger things#eddie munson#kas theory#shadow selves#iron maiden#flight of icarus#the number of the beast#somewhere in time#metallica#master of puppets#stranger things theories
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Chrissy comes to a basketball team afterparty at Jasonâs college. Instead of showing her any interest, Jason decides to ignore her save when heâs âdefending her honorâ. Chrissy finds herself feeling awkward and out of place until Carol, a girl she remembers from high school, scoops her up from the chaos of the fight and invites her to something a little more her speed. Carolâs speed is apparently having Chrissy screw her atop Tommyâs bed and Chrissy finds she is very, very into it.
I had the absolute pleasure of being paired with Tukru aka @hawkinsleather (who made this lovely cover art and more)Â for the Stranger Things Sapphic Mini Bang hosted by @sapphicstevents !
Together we created a fic and artwork for the ship Chrissy Cunningham/Carol Perkins aka BubbleCheer featuring omegaverse dynamics, college au, no upside down au, and sapphic first times. Fic and art can be found here đ
#stsapphicminibang24#bubblecheer#carol perkins#chrissy cunningham#omegaverse#chrissy cunningham/carol perkins#carol perkins/chrissy cunningham#alpha!chrissy#omega!carol#my writing
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baby, i'm all tied up
prompt: vines (discord drabble) word count: 500 rated: t tags: hellcheer, meet cute, rockstar eddie, makeup artist chrissy
He hadnât really expected for it to turn out like this, all but immobilized against a pillar while the rest of the band stands around him perched on platforms of different heights which â heâs been told â will eventually look like jagged outcroppings of rock.Â
Apparently post production can work miracles, because right now they just look like boxes, and Eddie can feel the fake vines (whatever theyâre made out of, rubber?) chafing at his wrists, and â
Well.Â
This is what you get for hiring an avant garde French photographer to do the artwork for your third studio album, which just had to be a concept album based on some stupid DND nonsense that heâs absolutely regretting now.
The photographer takes a break to fiddle with one of his lenses, and the makeup artist shuffles forward to touch up his face. He lets her angle his chin this way and that, and he studies her face as she works.
âAny idea how much longer?â he asks after a moment. âI kind of have to pee, and ââ
He flexes against the vines to demonstrate, and she laughs.
âJust another hour or so, I think.â
âOh great,â he says. âI only have to not pee for an hour. Awesome.âÂ
She smiles again but doesnât say anything, and he shuts his eyes obediently as her brush tickles over his cheeks and up toward the bags that are probably showing through the concealer.Â
So he was out a little late last night; itâs not like he had a photoshoot or anything this morning.
âIâm Eddie,â he says after a moment. He opens his eyes as she reaches into her bag to switch brushes. âBy the way.â
She glances up, raising her eyebrows. Her smile is toothy and lovely, and he kind of wishes he wasnât tied up like this, so he could â he doesnât really know. Something. Show off somehow.
âI know,â she says. She lowers her voice conspiratorially. âNot sure if youâve heard, but youâre actually a very famous rockstar, and weâre all here because of you.â
âNot all because of me,â he says. She starts on his mouth, and he goes on without moving his lips. âThereâs the rest of the âand.â
âTrue,â she says. âThereâs always the rest of the and.â
He starts to grin at her, and she taps him on the nose with the end of her brush until he stops.Â
âBand,â he says. âI meant band.â
âI know what you meant,â she says. âYouâre just lucky I ââ
But just then, they call for places, and the rest of the crew pulls back from where theyâd been fiddling with the set dressing. She caps the little pot of lip color and places it back in its slot in her bag, and he feels his heart do a flip in his chest as she gives him a last once over and deems him finished.Â
âChrissy,â she says before he has to ask. âMy nameâs Chrissy. Itâs nice to meet you, Eddie.â
[also on ao3]
#stwgdailyprompt#chrissy cunningham#eddie munson#hellcheer fic#hellcheer#stranger things#my fic#discord drabble
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Check out my fic, the Right Place in Time.
Summary: What if Steve was in the woods with Chrissy and Eddie getting weed for his headaches?
Just a little artwork for it. đ„°
#stranger things#stranger things s4#eddie munson#joseph quinn#eddie stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson lives#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#chrissy cunningham x eddie munson#hellcheer#chrissy cunningham x steve harrington#cheerscoops#chrissy cunningham x steve harrington x eddie munson#hellcheerington#steddissy#bisexual steve harrington#bisexual eddie munson#bisexual chrissy cunningham#bi4bi4bi#stranger things fanfiction#rueleigh writes#rueleigh edits
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Absolutely stunning HELLCHEER WEDDING by the fantastic @mavortis
Commissioned for my fic With a Little Help From My Friends
#hellcheer#eddissy#munningham#eddie x chrissy#chrissy x eddie#stranger things#stranger things art#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fanart#losty writes#losty writes: little help#little help: artwork#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic
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anon again. i'm sorry that i keep coming to you with this depressing messages but you seem like one of the few sane ppl in this fandom and i appreciate your honesty.
truth is im feeling really disillusioned with hellcheer lately. we don't have a lot of "canon" content so after a while, it gets tiring going thru the same 2 scenes over and over again (especially when one of them involves chrissy's death). ive been relying on fandom but it seems like it's slowed down. fics arent updated as frequently, not a lot of new artwork.
heck, even joe and grace have moved on. joe's career is taking off. grace is leaving acting. it just feels like everything that happened last summer has come to an end :(
Aw anon thats okay. Ty for thinking of my feelings though đ (and also im flattered that you think im sane lmao)
Unfortunately its the way things go, especially with small ships, especially especially in a fandom as hostile as this one is. People come together and build community and share their love for characters and then g(r)o(w) their separate ways again.
But not everybody does! You and me, for example. And ive got plenty of hellcheer mutuals that seem perfectly content to draw, write, and rb their little hearts out.
I for one am absolutely astounded that theres even a fandom for hellcheer, let alone one with such talent and breadth and depth of love! Our characters had 2 scenes. Our girl was killed just as it all began. Our boy died with her name on his lips. In all likelihood we will never see them together on our screens again.
But somehow. Those ~10 minutes managed to foster an entire community of people and keep us engaged and in love w the characters for almost a year at this point! With no dangling promises or false hope or anything! Like we all know the score and we still go hard for hellcheer. Incredible.
Idk maybe it's just bc ive only had brainworms like this for 2 other ships and 1 of them is even smaller and the other one is a clusterfuck of unimaginable proportions, so im a little biased in terms of community/fandom, but im just like... idk. I think its really incredible thats all. And a testament to the very real power and truth of hellcheer đ„°
All i can say anon is that the best way to keep a fandom/ship going is engagement. Likes on tumblr and kudos on ao3 are great. But whats even better and more motivating (and i say this as a fic writer/meme shitposter so im speaking the total truth lol) is reblogs and comments. Tell people how much you love their work and how much it means to you, it goes a very long way. And on the flip side of that - stay out of the infighting. All it does is sap your mental energy and the fandom infighting bullshit is a major contributor to why people leave. The negativity and bitterness warp your perspective and make it really hard to remember what we're here for - it's not anti-st*ddie or anti-qu*nn stans or anti-anti-hellcheer or what the fuck ever. We're here for hellcheer!
Sorry my $0.02 is now $2.00 bc i ramble lol its a fatal flaw of mine. Anyway im sorry if this is annoyingly positive or dismissive but im in a strangely upbeat mood rn so there you have it
#im not getting into the whole joe/grace career stuff bc ive talked abt it a million times and i dont want to invite more bad faith anons#op#hellcheer#ask#anon
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Chapters: 3/9 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: past billy hargrove/chrissy cunningham, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Tommy Hagan/Steve Harrington, background Eddie Munson/Jason Carver Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Tommy Hagan, Heather Holloway, Nancy Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Chrissy Cunningham, Jason Carver Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - True Detective, FTM Billy, MTF Chrissy, t4t Billy Hargrove/Chrissy Cunningham, Reference Child Death, Murder, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Sex Toys, C-section & hysterectomy, Character Death, Drug Use, Mental Health Issues, Threesome - M/M/M, Transphobia, Infidelity, top surgery, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, religious trauma, Homophobia, Graphic Description of Corpses, t4t sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Blood and Violence
Summary: Louisiana wasnât Billyâs first choice but after everything that had happened back in California, he needed to get away. He thought the more rural state would be quieter, but when a body is found staged in a tree, Billy and his partner Steve get dragged all around Louisiana on a hunt he couldnât put out of his mind no matter how much he wanted to.
The first three chapters of To Fall to Such a Little Thing for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang have been posted! Thank you @alicetallula for such a wonderful collab experience and creating all the amazing artwork! Itâs been a real treat!
#strbb#stranger things reverse big bang#stranger things#billy hargrove#steve harrington#mind the tags#crime fic#stranger things fic#harringrove#mdni#fanfic#fanfiction#true detective riff
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A week for Brian and Roger's canon pairings!
đ When? From Wednesday 12th to Sunday 16th April
đ Where? On Tumblr and AO3!
âšïž Tumblr hashtag: #BrianRogerShipsWeek23
đ AO3 collection: Brian_RogerShipsWeek23
How? This event is open to all kind of content creators! Writing, fan-arts, video edits, meta and photo appreciation, moodboards, music covers...
RULES under the prompts!
Each day will be dedicated to a specific CANON pairing that involved Roger and Brian in a meaningful and official way in their real lives. This means no crack ships such as Queen x Queen, Queen x Roadie, Queen x OC, etc.*
Only Roger x Dominique/Debbie/Sarina and Brian x Chrissie/Anita!*
PROMPTS:
Day 1: Roger and Dominique (12th April)
Language barrier
Surprisingly powerful
Take me anywhere, I'll follow you
When I look and I find I still love you
Day 2: Brian and Chrissie (13th April)
Hair, hair, so much hair!
Opposites attract
Please, I really need you to hold me right now.
White Queen, how my heart did ache
Day 3: Roger and Debbie (14th April)
Under the sunshine
Growing family
Baby you got a fire in you
If I could only reach you, if I could make you smile
Day 4: Brian and Anita (15th April)
I love to do everything at your side.
You're really stubborn!
Vegetarian dinner
Baby I know what my poor heart needs
Day 5: Roger and Sarina (16th April)
This would be a great tattoo!
It's not a matter of age
Touring with Q+AL
Incredible how you can see right through me
RULES:
đ *Poly ships are allowed as long as they include at least two people from the canon ships (random examples Roger x Dominique x Crystal OT3, Brian x Anita x Roger x Debbie OT4, Brian x Anita x OC OT3 etc.)
đ Looking forward more crack ships that involve Brian and Roger or for Queen events without shipping? Soon there will be Poly Week > @queenpolyweek and Gen Weekend! So check out @queen-fandom-calendar for all related events!
đ Genderbends are allowed, and any Alternative Universe as well! (A/B/O, different historical period, non famous, fantasy, Soulmates, etc!)
đ„ NSFW works ARE ALLOWED. Be careful to tag everything properly and do not engage with adult content if you're a minor.
đ The invite is to write fics that celebrate these couples and the love they brought to Brian and Roger's lives. Angst is allowed, but since most of the already existing fics regarding these couples (specially Brian-centric) are already angsty, about cheating and/or marriage issues, the main suggestion for this event is to focus instead on the positive and good aspects of them. Romance, good endings, rekindling a relationship or building a family, touring together, acceptation, having fun...
What can you do:
Like all Ship Weeks, this is a fandom event to share love and creativity related to a particular couple, so be sure to engage with the entries and support all the artists and writers that chose to join! Reblog, leave likes/kudos and comment on the artworks to keep the fandom alive! đđđđđđ
If a work is not tagged appropriately, you can reach out to me via DM and Iâll warn the author. If anything makes you uncomfortable, simply close the work! Do not engage by leaving nasty comments or messaging the author!
If you need a hand, HERE'S a useful guide for tagging your works.
And HERE'S a guide on how to post anonymously on AO3!
đ As a reader:
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The Billy Big Bang posting season starts on November 1st and Team #5 will be posting their collaboration through November 20th! The banner and artwork is by @akichania / Akichania and the fic is by @medusapelagia / Medusapelagia, betaed by @ghostdeb! Be careful or the little preview below might pull you in just like their collaboration will!
Fic Title: A Magnet For Trouble
Rating:Â Explicit
Warnings:Â Graphic Depictions of Violence
Relationships:Â Billy Hargrove/Jason Carver, implied Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham
Characters: Â Jason Carver, Billy Hargrove, Chrissy Cunningham, Heather Holloway, Robin Buckley, Max Mayfield, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Alternative Universe - no upside down, Modern Setting, Angst with Happy Ending, reference to domestic violence, Tattoo Artist Billy Hargrove, Policeman Jason Carver, Chrissy Cunnigham and Jason Carver are cousins, Attempted Armed Robbery, Blood and Injuries, Whump, Injuries Recovery, Smut, Falling in love, from friends with benefit to lovers, Tattoos, Maxâs father is Italian because I say so
Length: 27k
Summary:
Being a policeman isnât easy, but some days are extremely harsh. After a bad shift, Jason Carver finds himself wandering in a night club, trying to forget about his problems, and there he meets the most beautiful man he has ever seen.Â
Billy Hargrove is a tattoo artist, proud of his queerness, and even if he finds the young policeman attractive, heâs not going to fall for a closeted guy, but thereâs nothing wrong with having some fun under the sheets. The important thing is to keep sex and love separated.
Everything changes when an armed man tries to rob Billyâs tattoo shop, Jason gets hurt and the line between sex and love becomes blurred.
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