#hints of hellcheer

[bisexualchrissycunningham]

10 and Chrissy

Chrissy + something scented she owns

Chrissy is obsessed with pretty stationary. It's one of her favourite indulgences, one that her mother actually has no objections to.

She has a whole ritual when it comes to writing a letter, and one of the last steps is spraying her signed letter with whatever scent fits the mood of her correspondence that day. When she's writing her friend Eden down in Utah about her latest crush, it's something light and citrusy. When she hasn't heard from her friend Kali in months and is crossing her fingers that she'll check her PO box sooner rather than later, she uses something smoky and resinous.

When she starts writing anonymous love letters to the long-haired boy she's hopelessly besotted with, she agonizes over the right scent. She sends a dozen different options to both Eden and Kali, demanding their opinions. They both choose the jasmine and rose scent - floral and sweet, but with a mysterious edge.

It's perfect.

Send me a number plus a character/ship and I'll give you a headcanon inspired by something they own that is...

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

You guys. I actually wrote it!!!

Thanks so much to @justhere4thevibez @pearlypairings @rose-n-gunses and everyone else who thought this was a great fic idea 😄💕

Read Vecna Can Wait on Ao3

Imagine if Eddie did postpone Hellfire?

Imagine if all the guys showed up at the basketball game in their matching demon shirts, to cheer for Lucas and ONLY Lucas. Imagine during a quiet tense moment Eddie starts up a chant of “we want Sinclair!” which is quickly taken up not only by the rest of Hellfire, but also Robin and therefore the rest of the band, and Steve over on his side of the bleachers (next to his very embarrassed date).

Imagine how mad that would’ve made Jason? *evil laugh*

[justhere4thevibez]

89? 😈 Please and thank you (for the prompt game btw)

hehe this was a fun one! A touch of NSFW content ahead, hence the "keep reading" (I hope this works right, I've never used that button before)

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“You sent me pictures of you naked while I was in a work meeting!”

Eddie looked up at her, his face the picture of angelic innocence. Liar, liar, pants on fucking fire.

“Technically, the guitar covered any, uh, sensitive areas,” he said, giving her a pleading smile.

Chrissy pressed her face into her hands as she let out a sigh of exasperation. “You can’t do that, Eddie. I could get in trouble.”

“Oh, yeah?” He licked his lips, unrepentance all over his face. “Spent too long in the bathroom afterward, huh?”

“Eddie Munson.” She grabbed his shoulders and brought him down to eye level, which he seemed to be enjoying far too much. “My boss was right in front of me when I opened that text. Do you know how much self-control it took not to let the ‘my husband just sent me a dirty selfie’ look cross my face?”

“Poor baby,” he crooned, pinching her cheek. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”

He cupped the front of her skirt, and Chrissy had to bite her lip to keep from groaning. She’d been keyed up all afternoon, ever since he sent that goddamn stupid text. It had taken all of her self-control not to drag him into the bedroom the second she got home, but that was exactly what Eddie wanted from her. And he wasn’t going to get what he wanted today. At least, not yet. Asshole.

“Oh, you’ll be making it up to me alright,” she said, her voice going low and sultry. “You,” she said, steering him to the kitchen. “Don’t come in the bedroom until all of those dishes are washed.”

“What?” He turned back to her, a pouty look on his face. “But sweetheart—”

“No arguments,” she said sternly. “Once you’ve finished your chores, maybe I’ll let you help me get off.” She sighed, shaking her head mournfully. “Until then, I guess I’ll have to do it myself.”

“You wouldn’t,” he almost whimpered, dropping to his knees in front of her. “Baby, that’s just cruel.”

He slid his hands up her legs, inching toward her, but she threaded her fingers through his curls and jerked his head back.

“You should’ve thought about that before you broke my rule,” she said sweetly. “You know how important this job is to me.”

“Wasn’t trying to get you in trouble,” he said, his eyes big and pleading. “I just wanted to give you something to look forward to.” His hands tightened on her thighs, and she tried not to moan as heat pooled in her belly. “Please, sweetheart. Just one?”

God, she was so weak to his warm brown eyes. “One.”

The words had barely left her lips when Eddie yanked her panties down her legs, tearing them straight in two. Pressing her against the wall in one quick movement, he slung her leg over his shoulder and dove in with a fervor that had her bucking and mewling within moments.

She shuddered, clenching around his tongue as her first orgasm rocketed through her. Oh, punishing him tonight was going to be fun.

Ask me things!

[inklessletter]

Pairing: None really, hint of hellcheer and hint of steddie, but it's up to what you reader want to believe

CW: major character death, angst, anxiety, mention of eating disorder, mention of abusive family, mention of abusive romantic relationship, mention of victim blaming, idealisation of being dead

Being dead was strange.

And lonely.

And ultimately, peaceful.

Chrissy woke up with a gasp, shaking and embracing herself, defending her body from a phantom menace. Last thing she remembered was extreme pain and panic and then, nothingness.

Much to her dismay, when she was fully conscious of her own demise, Chrissy felt—well, she was relieved. And that was a fucked up thing to feel, she thought. She was aware that there were people back there that loved her and she would probably be missed, but then she thought about her mom and she didn't feel so gross out of the sudden. She wondered if her mom would genuinely mourn her loss or if she would instantly use her death to play the martyr and get that kind of attention she loved so much.

She looked around only to find herself in an eternal blackness, her terrified whimpers echoing in that new place, that void. Once she noticed that there was no one there but her, that she was no longer in imminent danger, she realized that she had died. Her breathing slowed down, she stopped trembling and no more tears watered her gray pupils. The fear that she woke up in became a ghost feeling, a shattered, almost distant memory.

Then she realized that she wasn't hungry.

Chrissy begged internally to whichever god made her be there that she would not feel the hunger ever again.

Chrissy wandered around the nothingness, remembering things about her life, about her last days. She remembered the nightmare monster that called her name and ended her suffering but she was no longer afraid. She could not be hurt anymore that she had already been.

She thought about Jason her heart clenched for a second when she thought of the tender moments. Those few "first" experiences. The first time he smiled at her. The first time he spoke to her, and when he tucked a lock of hair behind her very red ear. The first kiss, the first whispered 'I love you'. The first gift, that golden necklace, right after that conversation and half a promise of marrying her after high school, the first time they had sex after that.

And then she thought about how everything went to shit after that, how he sided her mom's humiliating comments about her body, how he made her feel like shit when she confronted him about it, like it was her fault. How he got angry when she refused to fuck completely naked, and how he slapped her and called her stupid, just to apologize the next day by saying "I am sorry, you just made me so mad with that nonsense".

No, Chrissy would not miss Jason Carver in the afterlife. She could not break up with him, but he was no longer a problem.

She was walking through a forest, tall trees, familiar, when she stopped thinking about Jason. Chrissy had no idea how she got there or where it was the nothingness, the void.

She kept walking at a comfortable pace when she heard birds, and that put a smile on her face.

She was thinking about the last time she smiled when she saw the picnic table in front of her.

Chrissy didn't recognised it immediately, but when she did, she smiled again.

Eddie.

She sat on the bench, right where she did a few days ago, and thought about that moment. Thought about Eddie Munson rolling on the floor to make her laugh, and his long, frizzy hair all messy with crunchy leaves, and his passionate talking and he willing to almost give his goods for free when she knew he charged almost fifty bucks for what he was about to sell her.

Eddie was deceivingly sweet. She would have loved to be brave enough when she was alive to talk to him, to be friends with him. He was fun, and he didn't need to talk shit about other people to be funny. It had no case now wondering if they would have been friends if she ever made it out.

Chrissy thought that it was sweet to think that they would have been.

Her heart clenched again with a deep, far away sadness. This time, it wasn't because of what she left behind, but because of a chance she could not ever take.

Being dead was definitely strange, and feelings came in waves, like an echo of a voice that you only know it's yours because someone told you it is.

Being dead was lonely.

This was not at all what she learned in the church, if this was Heaven, or Hell, or something in between it was not how she envisioned it. No judgment, no Saint Peter guarding the gate, no demons, no Nana waiting for her, no nothing. Just the forest and the table and the sound of distant birds.

She thought then if she would ever talk to someone ever again. Chrissy shrugged, playing with an empty can. Most people have hurt her, so she didn't really mind not talking to anyone ever again.

She lifted her gaze to where Eddie was standing that time, and no one was there.

Being dead was peaceful.

After so much stress, self loathing and suffering, being in a familiar place surrounded by nothing than soft afternoon light and birds singing was perfection. She realized just then that she was really exhausted and she thought 'why not?' and just threw away the can in his hand and accommodated herself and just slept on that spot.

And slept, and dreamed of red and blue skies, and glowing cracks in lakes, and a house, and intense red, and that Mayfield girl, and Eddie again, and music, and—

Wait.

Chrissy opened her eyes. She was not dreaming of music. She was hearing music.

She heard an electric guitar, frenetic rhythm, and she heard that before, she thought? Or something similar. She couldn't really remember but she jumped off her seat and started running through the forest, looking for the source of that music.

Afterlife peace be damned. She ran, and ran and ran among the trees and she was still there, she could feel it, but everything was dark now and she felt lost. The music was very loud now but it was out of reach.

She stopped running. Chrissy took a hand to her chest and she could perfectly feel her heart pumping every bit of feeling that no longer felt like a far away memory of it. She was frantic. Nervous.

And then some voices.

Someone shouting Eddie's name, and it made sense, didn't it? That music and Eddie fit so well. And then other voice screaming his name and she might be dead, but she remembered what desperation sounded like, and she expected the worst.

With her heart so clenched that almost hurt, she kept walking to what it felt the end of the forest, and he saw them there.

Eddie, lying on the floor, a young boy crying his heart out so loudly that Chrissy felt his pain as her own. Another man running towards them, kneeling next to him, hugging the kid. There must have been so much she didn't know, Chrissy thought, when she realized that the man now lifting Eddie's body was Steve Harrington.

And it felt intimate, she felt uninvited there, watching that scene. She should definitely not be there, witnessing Nancy Wheeler embracing the crying kid, covering his head, turning it away from Eddie. Chrissy should not be there, watching Robin Buckley crouching next to Steve, touching him as if they were soulmates, and sharing your that heartbroken look, Steve shaking his head, and a tear running down Robin's cheek.

Chrissy closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, trying to soothe her aching heart. When she opened them again whe was in that forest, afternoon light over her. Back to when she was last happy.

She turned to see that empty picnic table and slowly sat there again, bracing herself.

Being dead was strange.

Feelings were strange, time was strange.

She did not know how much time it passed, really, when she heard steps.

Chrissy opened her eyes and she could feel him before he saw him.

Eddie Munson was standing in front of her.

Chrissy smiled at him, sad and happy at the same time because being dead was strange.

In his confusion, he smiled back at her.

Being dead was not lonely anymore, and she felt she could help him realize that being dead could be peaceful.

@mentallyundone

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

Carnations Say It Better Part 1 (Hellcheer)

Valentina is not Eddie’s thing. No heart and flowers for him, no thank you. He idly thinks about skipping school altogether today but he is really hoping 85 is his year so here he is in the school parking lot. At least they have a dungeons and dragon game tonight, a bright side to deal with all the disgusting mushy displays of affection.

He is not the only one a little nauseated by it all from the looks of it. Harrington looks strained as his Wheeler and Byers trade gifts of affection like he is not right there in their little semi circle. A short pace behind them is Billy Hargrove ignoring some girl hanging off of his shoulder as he stares at Steve’s back, expression too stormy to read. Further back than that, near the entrance of the school past the pep squad's little valentine day stand he spies his own friends.

Eddie is making his way toward them, can see Gareth red in the face talking to Paul. It's always a good argument when Garet goes that particular shade of red and Eddie loves siding against him just to make him madder. Eddie and Jeff have an ongoing game over who can get Gareth to go the reddist.

Eddie's steps falter when none other than Chrissy Cunningham steps in front of him on her way back to the table decked out in pink and white construction paper hearts. He freezes hands up grimacing when he nearly knocks into her, twisting to avoid the collision at the last moment. She freezes too shoulders hunching bracing for the impact that doesn't come. Eddie spins it into a little bow on her other side intent to keep walking.

"Sorry." Chrissy is grimacing, body held so tight it looks painful stopping Eddie in his tracks. There is an apology on his lips despite not being at fault that evaporates as she shakes herself out practiced smile he has at pep rallies sliding over her lips as she speaks first. "Do you want to send a valentine to anyone?" She asks moving around the table and ignoring the bewildered and judging look one of her fellow cheerleaders sends her way.

Eddie looks around himself as confused about the ask as the dark haired cheerleader to Chrissy's left. Eddie goes so far as to twist his torso to check his surroundings for anyone else she could be talking to before turning back and pointing to himself while mouthing me. Chrissy’s smile goes from plastered trying to reel in a potential buyer to something more real, eyes crinkling with it as she giggles and nods her pony tail bobbing. "Yes you."

Eddie has an almost foreign fluttering in his stomach, something so rare he forgot it could happen. The longer her big blue eyes stare up at him waiting him out the worse it gets. He stuffs his hand in his pocket digging out change and a few crumpled bills before shoving the fist full at her. "How many will that get me?"

She cups her hands under his and he opens his fist, quarters and a few dimes and nickels falling with a thump, crumpled bills fluttering down. She takes them moving around the little table, Eddie stumbling closer, legs knocking against it before he stops ignoring more side eyeing from the other cheerleader who, thankfully, gets distracted by a would be customer.

Chrissy sets the money down and takes a seat in an unfolded metal chair. Eddie curls a lock of hair around his finger as he watches her smooth out the dollars and count out the changes. "Thirteen, a baker's dozen." She announces turning that gut fluttering smile on him again.

Eddie nods, dragging that lock of hair in front of his mouth as he says. "I'll take that many then." Eddie nods quickly, the world blurring with the motion as he says it needing to do something with the nervous energy coursing through him. He turns ready to head for his friends. The argument looks like it is winding down and he does not want to miss his chance to make it worse.

Eddie is stopped in his tracks by a delicate hand catching his wrist. "Wait, you have to fill out the form so we can make sure your special someone gets them." Chrissy uses the hand now holding a fistful of red and white carnations to point at a yellowed slip of paper with several boxes printed on it.

Eddie shakes his head hoping she does not notice the way his pulse speeds up under her finger tips. "They're already in your hands, they're for you." Chews his lips, tugging a lock of hair curled around his finger hard enough that it kind of hurts.

"For me?" She lets his wrist go pointing at herself with both hands, flowers still clutched tight.

"I don't see any other fair maidens around here." Eddie gives a wink and another bow before turning on his heel feeling very pleased with the brilliant smile he glimpses from her as he goes.

The offended look on the other cheerleader leader's face is just a bonus. "Fuck you freak!" The girl calls Chrissy trying to hide her giggling behind the small bouquet of flowers in her hand. Eddie has a pep in his step as he makes it over to his friends just in time to start Gareth going dark red again with a well timed quip.

Part 2 (Harringrove)

[deliriumsdelight7]

Friends! Hellcheers! This game is fucking incredible. If you, like me, were left in agony by canon, mourning what could have been, this is the game for you. It’s got gorgeous art, multiple paths/endings, and a story that will leave you feeling ALL THE FEELINGS. My friend poured their time, effort, and soul into this work, and it shows from start to finish. Do yourself a favor and play this game!

What We Found There, the free Hellcheer visual novel, is now available on itch for PC and Mac!

Thank you SO much to @deliriumsdelight7 , @itsvickytoria , @viharker , @cassienovaart , @ofmaidensandmonsters, @astorytotellyourfriends, @tnangel6, @mofuprincess, @cas_900, @amandaashplease for SO very graciously beta-ing this game!

And thank you to @quirly , who's performance as Grace has united us, as this project WOULD NOT exist without her!

Please tag your spoilers #wwftspoilers, and see below for important information. Happy Romancing!

A MASSIVE shout out to @Trey_Best, aka Jeff, our very own Corroded Coffin member and Hellcheer Captain, who SO graciously allowed me to use his music in this game! You can hear his vocals in the true ending! THANK you, Trey! This was SO exciting!

There's much more information on my twitter about this release, but I'll leave off here with important download guides, as well as a link to my kofi. This project is free, and it was worth every second to me to make, and I would never go back on that because every Hellcheer should get to play regardless of finances. But @deliriumsdelight7 would kill me if I didn't lol

[sidekick-hero]

I'll keep you like an oath (may nothing but death do us part) - my contribution to the @steddiesummerexchange for @starryeyedjanai can now be read in full 🥰

Pairings: Steve/Eddie, Robin/Chrissy Characters: Steve, Eddie, Robin, Chrissy, Max, Dustin, Wayne Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fake Marriage, Platonic Stobin, Platonic Hellcheer, idiot4idiot, Friends to Husbands to Lovers, Humor and Fluff and a smudge Angst

Summary:

When Steve's grandmother dies, he finds out that he can only get his inheritance - half a million dollars - if he marries someone. It's her way of forcing Steve to live a heterosexual life. Sucks for her that gay marriage has been legalized since she wrote her will. Sucks for Steve that he doesn't have a man or woman in his life to marry. Cue Eddie Munson, roommate and best friend of Robin's girlfriend Chrissy and the guy Steve has had a crush on for years.

What could possibly go wrong?

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Chapter 1| Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 4 (5k) under the cut

The day of the wedding arrives with an almost surreal sense of calm. The venue, a charming garden nestled behind a quaint bed and breakfast just out of town, is adorned with delicate fairy lights and fresh flowers. Eddie stands in front of a mirror in a small, cozy room, adjusting his tie for the tenth time. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady the nervous energy buzzing through him.

Chrissy, his best person, just like Robin is Steve’s, stands beside him, offering a reassuring smile. "You look great, Teddy. Steve’s going to swoon when he sees you.”

He looks at his best friend in the mirror and gives her a small smile. "You know it's not like that, Chris."

She hums. "You keep saying that, but I don't know. Yeah, you're getting married so he gets his inheritance, I get it. But that's not what the way he looks at you says, honey."

"Chris -"

"I'm just saying. He was flirting with you when you two first met, so he must think you're hot."

"Yeah, and I blew it," Eddie reminds her, his voice forlorn. He's still kicking himself over how stupid he was, how prejudiced he was, not realizing that this great guy was hitting on him and blowing his chance by being a jerk to him.

By the time he finally realized that Steve was actually a good guy, he had already backed off and stopped all his earlier attempts to get to know Eddie. Eddie had gotten the message loud and clear. He was too late, and Steve had already moved on.

A knock on the door interrupts their conversation. Eddie is glad, especially when he sees who’s standing in the doorway.

"Wayne!" he exclaims, jumping into the older man's arms. "You made it."

The man’s laughter rumbles against Eddie’s chest. "I told you I would be here, son. It's not every day your nephew gets married, is it?"

Eddie sinks deeper into the warm embrace, inhaling the smell of Old Spice, cigarette smoke, and the laundry detergent his uncle has been using for as long as Eddie can remember. It smells like home.

Eddie reluctantly pulls away from Wayne’s embrace, his heart feeling lighter. “I’m really glad you’re here, Wayne. It means a lot to me.”

Wayne pats Eddie’s shoulder affectionately. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now, where’s this Steve fella I’ve been hearing so much about?”

Eddie’s stomach tightens at the mention of Steve. “He’s probably getting ready~~.~~ Let me introduce you.”

They make their way through the cozy hallways and out into the garden. The atmosphere is cheerful, filled with laughter and the scent of blooming flowers. They turn left to Steve's dressing room and when they knock, Robin answers with a busy expression, a tie pin between her teeth. Eddie spots Steve in front of the mirror, nervously adjusting his tie.

“Steve!” Eddie calls out, his voice steady but with a hint of excitement. He's unexpectedly nervous about introducing Steve to his uncle. Wayne is his only family, the man who raised him like Eddie was his own son, and his opinion means a whole lot to Eddie. He's always wanted Wayne to be proud of him, and he can't help but hope that he'll approve of Steve.

Steve turns, his eyes lighting up when he sees Eddie. He walks over, his smile widening as he notices Wayne but Eddie can tell by the crinkling of his brows and the tense line of his shoulders that Steve’s just as nervous as Eddie is. “Hey, Eddie. This must be your uncle.”

Wayne steps forward, extending a hand. “Nice to finally meet you, Steve. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

That makes Steve pause, even as he reaches for the offered hand. "You did?" he asks, sounding way too surprised and incredulous, and Eddie winces.

Well, yeah, Wayne may have had a front-row seat as he went from being angry about how unfairly hot the jock who invaded their apartment is to being distraught when he realized that said jock is actually really dreamy and sweet and that Eddie is such a fucking idiot for blowing his chance with him.

Not that Steve needs to know any of this. Eddie had told Wayne an only slightly altered version of Steve's cover story, so he hopes Wayne won't bring up Eddie's pathetic pining and mooning.

Steve catches himself, and as he shakes Wayne's hand firmly, his expression becomes warm and welcoming. "I wanted to say: Nice to meet you too, Mr. Munson. Eddie's told me a lot about you, too."

Wayne just chuckles at Steve's fumble. “Please, call me Wayne, you’re part of the family now,” he insists, his eyes twinkling with genuine interest. “So, you’re the one who’s been making my nephew all starry-eyed, huh?”

Eddie feels his cheeks heat up, and he tries to brush it off with a laugh. “Wayne!”

Steve chuckles, a slight blush coloring his own cheeks. “I guess so. Eddie’s been pretty special to me too.”

Wayne’s smile widens, and he looks between the two men with approval. “Well, it’s good to see you two together. Eddie deserves someone who appreciates him.”

Steve’s eyes soften as he glances at Eddie. “I appreciate him more than he knows.”

Eddie’s heart skips a beat at Steve’s words, and for a moment, he almost forgets about the ruse. The sincerity in Steve’s eyes makes him wonder, just for a moment, if maybe he isn’t the only one harboring some very real feelings.

Wayne claps Steve on the back, breaking the moment. “I’m looking forward to seeing you two tie the knot. If you ever hurt him, though, you’ll have to answer to me and my shotgun.”

Steve nods solemnly. “I understand. You have my word, Wayne.”

Wayne gives a satisfied nod before turning to Eddie. “Alright, I’ll let you two finish getting ready. Just wanted to say hi before the ceremony.”

Eddie watches as Wayne heads off to mingle with the other guests, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety. He turns to Steve, who’s still watching him with that same warm expression.

“You okay?” Steve asks softly.

"Yeah, just nervous," Eddie admits, running a hand through his hair. "This all feels so... real, it's fucking with my head a little bit, I guess. It's weird that our friends and family are all celebrating this special day with so much, I dunno, enthusiasm. They're all so happy for us, Steve."

Steve steps closer and puts a reassuring hand on Eddie's shoulder. "I know. And I feel bad about lying to them, too. I wish we didn't have to, but..." he trails off, and Eddie knows he means to say that he doesn't want to get any more people involved in what is really a scam. But Eddie can't help wishing they didn't have to lie because it's real.

"I get it, Stevie. And I'm fine. All in, right?"

Steve takes his hands and squeezes them. "All in."

The ceremony itself is a quick affair. The officiator is an elderly woman, who speaks in a warm and calm voice about marriage and promises, about sickness and health, about sacrifices and the blessing of a life full of love and joy and laughter. Eddie can hear a few sniffles from their friends and family, but he only has eyes for Steve. Steve, who looks so handsome in his black suit and fitting bowtie, his hair tussled artfully and his hazel eyes shining with emotion. It’s not real, a voice inside his head reminds him, but just for this moment he quiets it and enjoys the feeling of having the man he’s actually in love with look at him like that.

When it’s time for the vows, Eddie’s voice trembles slightly, but his words are steady and heartfelt. He talks about how much Steve has been surprising him again and again, showing him so many unexpected sides of himself. When Eddie had thought Steve to be just another rich asshole jock he’s proven to Eddie how he’s caring and brave, opening his heart to Eddie when all his previous experiences taught him not to.

“And I can’t wait for you to keep me on my toes for the rest of our lives,” Eddie ends. He means it. If he has any say in it, he’ll happily have Steve prove him wrong for as long as he lives.

Steve blinks back tears as he takes Eddie’s hands. His vows sound just as heartfelt, just as real and tomorrow, Eddie will probably overthink what it all means. But today, he lets his heart enjoy them.

After their vows they exchange rings, and the officiant pronounces them married. As they kiss, the garden erupts in applause and cheers and Eddie can hear Dustin whoop and Jeff whistle loudly. He feels a wave of happiness and relief wash over him and sees the same sentiment reflected on Steve’s face.

He nudges him, the grin loud in his voice. “That wasn’t so bad, wasn’t it?”

Steve shrugs, aiming for nonchalant and failing miserably because of the answering grin splitting his face.

“You think your grandma would’ve liked it?” Eddie asks and Steve laughs out loud.

“Oh she would have hated every second of it.”

“Good. That’s good.”

“Yeah, it is.” Suddenly, Steve’s much closer than he had been seconds ago, their noses almost touching. “Thank you, Eddie. For everything.” And then Steve kisses his cheek, his soft lips gracing the arch of his cheekbone in a way that feels more intimate than the quick kiss they exchanged when the officiant told them to.

The reception is a blur of laughter, dancing, and heartfelt toasts. Robin and Chrissy’s are both hilarious, while Wayne chokes up a bit when he asks Steve to take good care of the only son Wayne’s ever had. Steve takes Eddie’s hand and squeezes it while looking at Wayne and promising him to always look out for Eddie and care for him.

Even Captain Hopper says a few words, and Eddie can tell how much that means to Steve.

The night ends when Eddie falls asleep with his head on Steve’s shoulder, slightly drooling on his husband's lapel. Steve half-drags, half-carries him to their room and helps him undress to his underwear before Eddie crawls under the sheets. When Steve offers to sleep on the ground, Eddie is too tired to argue. Instead, he just pulls back the blanket on the other side of the bed and makes grabby hands at him.

Steve chuckles softly and slides into bed next to Eddie. The last thing Eddie feels is Steve’s breath against his nape as he tells him goodnight. He falls asleep with a smile on his face.

The next morning, they enjoy breakfast with their closest friends and family. The air is filled with laughter and the clinking of dishes as everyone shares stories from the previous night. Wayne presents them with their wedding gift - a two-week stay at a cabin situated by one of the Great Lakes in the area. It's the same place where Wayne used to take Eddie for fishing trips when he was a boy.

“The cabin,” Wayne tells Steve, “has always been a special place for Eddie and me. I thought you two could use some peace and quiet after all this excitement.”

Eddie’s eyes glisten as he accepts the gift. “Thanks, Wayne. That means a lot.”

Steve places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, his own smile warm and genuine. “It sounds perfect. Thank you, Wayne.”

As breakfast winds down, Eddie and Steve find themselves surrounded by well-wishers. They say goodbye to everyone, exchanging hugs and promises of phone calls and visits.

Wayne pats Eddie on the back. "Take care of each other up there. And don't forget to fish.” He adds with a deadpan look.

Eddie groans in embarrassment. "Oh my God."

When everyone but them and Robin and Chrissy have left, Eddie feels a mixture of excitement and nervousness. They're supposed to go back to Steve's apartment, while Chrissy and Robin will go back to Chrissy's apartment. He moved in with Steve the week before, and they both helped Robin move in with Chrissy. He was glad that the wedding had taken up a lot of their time and energy, enough to distract Steve from missing his other half too much.

That will change now, but at least they have two full weeks at the cabin for Steve to get used to having Eddie around a lot more.

The drive to the cabin two days later is filled with lighthearted banter about music and comfortable silences as Steve and Eddie enjoy the scenic views on their way to their destination. It feels easy between them, and Eddie curses himself once again that he could have had this for years. Like Elizabeth Bennet, his own pride and prejudice got in the way.

When they finally arrive, they're greeted by the sight of a quaint cabin nestled on the shore of one of the Great Lakes, its surroundings offering a sense of peace and seclusion. There are no other cabins in sight, and Eddie knows from all the times he's been here with Wayne that the nearest neighbors are about 15 to 20 minutes away on foot, and the nearest store is in a small village about 20 minutes away by car.

"Your uncle was right, it's perfect here after all the stress and excitement of the last few weeks," Steve says as they gather their belongings from the car and approach the cabin. The lake is right in front of them, the sun reflecting off it in a way that Eddie has come to associate with endless summers spent here fishing with his uncle.

"Yeah, don't tell him I said that, but Wayne's usually right about things."

Steve mimics zipping his lips, earning a laugh from Eddie.

As they step inside, they take a tour of the small cabin. There's a decently sized open kitchen and a living room with a small couch and a dining table. No TV, which won’t be a problem because Eddie brought his laptop. The bathroom is equally small but has a rather big walk-in shower, something Eddie can’t help but imagine testing out with Steve. Him on his knees in front of Steve, while droplets of water rain down on them, catching in the thick patch of chest hair and running down towards…

“Eddie,” Steve calls, ripping him from his fantasy.

“What’s the matter?” he calls back, quickly hurrying out of the bathroom and towards the only room they haven’t checked out yet—the bedroom.

Which he quickly remembers has only one bed. Eddie had slept on the couch when he had been still small enough to do so and later on an air mattress they brought along.

Steve glances at him with wide eyes and then back at the small couch in the living room, immediately offering to take it. Eddie shakes his head.

"It's fine, Steve. We've shared a bed before," Eddie tells him with a reassuring smile. His cheeks heat with the memory of Steve’s warm breath against his nape before he fell asleep on their wedding night. When he had woken up the next morning, Steve had already been gone from the bed, something he mourned for the five minutes or so it took Steve to step into their room with only a towel slung around his hips. The sight had been the best consolation prize he could’ve asked for.

Steve looks at him, relieved. "If you say so. Just don't hog all the blankets."

Eddie grins. "No promises."

They unpack their bags and settle in, the cozy cabin quickly feeling like home. The first few days fall into a blissful routine—swimming in the lake, taking long walks along the shoreline, cooking meals together, and watching "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" on Eddie's laptop.

On their second afternoon, while preparing lunch, Eddie tries to impress Steve with his nonexistent proficiency in making pancakes. This earns him the heavenly sound of Steve’s laughter as his sad attempts to flip a pancake end with batter splattered everywhere.

"You're supposed to flip it, not fling it," Steve teases, wiping batter off Eddie’s cheek. Eddie's cheeks heat under his gentle touch.

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head. "Hey, I'm trying. Cooking was never my strong suit."

Steve smiles, handing him another spatula. "Well, lucky for you, I'm a great teacher."

And he is, even if the way he presses himself up against Eddie's back, the way his big hand rests on Eddie's wrist as he holds the pan, is unfairly distracting. Eddie messes up a few more times, mostly because he gets caught up in the way Steve feels, smells, and sounds every time he gives Eddie instructions in a soft yet firm voice.

When Eddie finally gets it right, Steve's praise sears itself into his brain, altering his brain chemistry irrevocably.

“See? You’ve got it!” Steve exclaims, his voice filled with genuine pride.

Eddie grins, feeling a warmth that has nothing to do with the stove. "All thanks to my amazing teacher."

Steve laughs, leaning in close. "I knew you had it in you."

Eddie can’t help but flirt back. "Guess you'll have to keep teaching me things, then."

Steve’s eyes sparkle with mischief. "Oh, I plan to."

They fall into an easy rhythm, working together in the kitchen, their movements synchronized as if they've been doing this for years. The cabin becomes their little sanctuary, where the outside world seems to fade away. It's easy to forget that this is all just part of their ruse because nothing about the way they act around each other feels fake.

One evening a few days later, they walk along the lake, the setting sun casting a golden glow over the water. Steve skips stones across the surface, watching the ripples spread outward, and Eddie is once again reminded of Steve's past as a high school jock. However, the thought doesn't bring up the old resentment. Instead, he feels a little jealous and a lot turned on by the competent way Steve masters things like flipping pancakes or skipping stones.

"You know," Steve says, breaking the comfortable silence, "this place is really special. I'm glad Wayne thought of it."

Eddie nods, admiring the way Steve's eyes reflect the fading light. "Yeah, it brings back a lot of good memories. When I first came to live with Wayne, I was angry all the time. At everyone. Mostly at myself, I guess. It probably wasn't easy for Wayne, the way I shut him out and acted like it was such a burden to live with him. He brought me here about a year after I moved in, and at first, I thought it was his way of punishing me for my bad behavior. Turns out, forced proximity helps you get over some stupid hang-ups pretty quickly. We've been here every year since, until I moved out at 20."

Steve listens to the story in silence. When Eddie’s done, he says, “I’m glad you had Wayne growing up.”

"Yeah, me too. The old man's got a big heart and he loves taking in strays. Before you know it, he'll be calling you ‘son’ and forcing you to watch baseball with him every season.”

“That sounds pretty awesome, actually.”

Eddie laughs. "It is. Though I have to warn you, he's a die-hard Cubs fan. There’s no escape from it."

Steve chuckles, tossing another stone. "Well, I’m a White Sox fan, so I’m sure we’ll have plenty to argue about."

Eddie raises an eyebrow. "Oh, a White Sox fan? This is going to be interesting."

Steve grins. "Trust me, I can hold my own in a baseball debate."

Eddie smiles, feeling a warmth in his chest that has nothing to do with the setting sun. "You're a good guy, Steve."

Steve looks at him, eyes softening. "So are you, Eddie."

They share a quiet smile before continuing their walk, the air filled with the sounds of nature and the occasional splash of a fish jumping.

Eddie cannot remember the last time he felt so at peace with himself and the world.

Later that night, they find themselves sitting side by side on the bed, sharing a bowl of popcorn as they immerse themselves in yet another episode of Buffy. By now it has become part of their routine, all their days ending the same way. The first night, they had kept their distance, but the small screen and the growing familiarity between them soon made them sit closer and closer.

Now their backs rest comfortably against the headboard, their shoulders occasionally brush against each other, and their legs rest comfortably together under the blanket.

"I gotta say, Angel was always meant to be with Buffy," Steve suddenly supplies, apropos of nothing.

Eddie scoffs and turns to look at him in disbelief. "Oh, come on! Are you still stuck in the 90s? Spike was the one for her, no doubt about it."

They both reach for the popcorn bowl, their eyes never leaving the screen as Buffy and Angel dance together at Buffy's prom.

"But, Eddie," Steve insists, "Angel had depth. He understood Buffy's inner turmoil like no one else."

Eddie shakes his head, a smirk on his lips. "Depth? Please. Angel was brooding half the time, and when he wasn't, he was busy being melodramatic about his curse. Spike, on the other hand, embraced his vampiric nature and challenged Buffy in a way that Angel never did."

As the scene ends, Steve gestures to the screen. "But Angel had this epic love story with Buffy! They were soulmates, destined to be together."

"Soulmates, shmoulmates," Eddie retorts, leaning closer to the laptop. "Buffy needed someone who could stand toe-to-toe with her, someone who wasn't afraid to call her out on her nonsense. Spike did that and more."

Steve reaches for the beers on the floor next to him and hands a fresh one to Eddie, who gives him a grateful nudge with his shoulder before taking a sip.

"Yeah, but Angel was her first love. You can't deny the significance of that," Steve argues, taking a sip of his own beer.

The argument makes Eddie smile involuntarily because it's such a Steve thing to say. He's a romantic at heart, one who doesn't do a very good job of hiding it.

Eddie nods in agreement because he can see Steve's point, but then he remembers Steve's story about the first girl he loved and how the breakup left him pretty messed up. "First love doesn't always mean forever love, Steve. Buffy grew, she changed, and so did what she needed in a partner. Spike wasn't always what she wanted, but he was what she needed and I think deep down she knew that and it scared the hell outta her."

Steve looks at him with an unreadable expression and says, "Maybe you're right. I guess love is pretty scary."

Feeling like they're no longer talking about Buffy Summers, Eddie clears his throat awkwardly. "Yeah, it is," he agrees, reaching into the popcorn bowl just to have something to do.

Steve seems to have the same idea, because suddenly their fingers brush against each other as they reach for the same handful of popcorn.

The moment their fingers touch, it ignites a spark, an electric charge that leaves them frozen in the moment, their eyes meeting in the dim light cast by the laptop screen. The world seems to pause, time standing still as Eddie recalls the story Steve had told everyone. It had sounded like such a funny cover story to explain their sudden and unexpected marriage, but now Eddie doesn’t feel like laughing.

His heart hammers against his ribcage as he leans in closer, his gaze instinctively drawn to Steve's lips.

"Steve," he whispers, his voice a soft undertone barely audible against the background noise of the laptop.

"Yeah?" Steve's voice matches Eddie's in volume, his breath a warm whisper against Eddie's skin.

His heart still pounding, Eddie swallows, nerves and anticipation causing his voice to tremble. He knows what he wants this moment to mean, but once he acknowledges it, there's no going back.

Steve's courage must be rubbing off on him because he still asks the question that's been on his mind since their conversation in his apartment. "Do you... do you ever wonder what it would be like if this was real?"

Steve's eyes search Eddie's face, his own a complex mix of hope and uncertainty. Eddie feels like he's seconds away from a heart attack as he waits for Steve's answer. When it comes, Steve's voice is barely audible; Eddie reads it as much from his lips as he hears it.

"Every day."

Hearing Steve's answer, Eddie's breath hitches and he feels a tidal wave of emotions he can no longer suppress. "Me too."

Later, Eddie couldn't tell who leaned in first, and honestly, it doesn't matter because in that moment, it's clear they both want it. As soon as their lips meet, it feels like the universe has aligned and everything falls into place. The way Steve's lips feel against his is nothing short of divine, so maybe Eddie needs to rethink his stance on soul mates and destiny.

While the first press of lips is soft, even tentative, the kiss quickly deepens as they pour years of unspoken feelings into it.

When they finally pull away for air, they are both breathless. Eddie laughs softly, the sound a mixture of disbelief and pure joy.

"Just like your story, huh?" he whispers, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile.

Steve grins in return, his thumb gently tracing Eddie's cheek in an intimate gesture. "Yeah. Only this time it's real."

"It better be," Eddie says before leaning in to capture Steve's lips once more. They share another kiss, and then another, until the bowl of popcorn between them is forgotten and the laptop screen goes dark.

The next morning, they wake up tangled together under the sheets. Eddie’s head rests on Steve’s broad chest, their legs entwined and Eddie hugging Steve’s torso like a pillow. Steve’s left arm is wrapped around his waist while his right hand cards through Eddie’s hair, indicating he's awake.

Last night was real, is his first coherent thought.

When Eddie lifts his head, he feels Steve’s breath hitch and his arm around his waist tighten. The hand in his hair stops its gentle ministrations, and Eddie makes an involuntary noise of protest.

Steve laughs softly at him and continues. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

“What time is it?” Eddie half asks, half yawns.

“Almost noon. I was waiting for you to wake up because you were using me as your own personal teddy bear and I didn’t wanna wake you.”

Eddie feels his cheeks heat up and hastily tries to untangle himself from Steve, but is stopped by strong arms.

“I wasn’t complaining. In fact, I really like it. You’re cute like that, even when you’re drooling on my shirt.” The soft kiss to his forehead matches the fond tone of Steve’s voice.

Snuggling deeper into Steve’s embrace, he asks, “So yesterday…?”

“...has been something I wanted to do for a long time.”

It’s hard to believe, Steve wanting to kiss him for so long. Maybe for as long as Eddie has wanted to.

“Why didn’t you do it before yesterday then?”

He feels Steve shrug underneath him. “Figured you didn’t want me to. When I tried to flirt with you, get to know you, you made it pretty clear that you weren’t interested. So I stopped. Tried to act like I didn’t think about kissing you every time I saw you.”

This time, Eddie lifts his head to look down at Steve. “I am such a fucking idiot, Steve. You shouldn’t want to kiss me. When we first met I was so sure you were—” he pauses and Steve helpfully adds, “a rich asshole jock.” “Yeah. Took me a while to get over myself and realize you were nothing like that. When I did, it seemed like you already moved on. I was too scared to get rejected, especially because I would’ve deserved it. So I acted like I didn’t think about kissing you every time I saw you.”

Gazing into each other’s eyes, they both burst out laughing.

“God, we’re idiots,” Steve laughs, rubbing his nose against Eddie’s. Then, his eyes suddenly widen. “Max can never find out! I had to promise her that I wouldn’t let this turn into ‘one of those rom-com clichés where everything goes horribly wrong because no one just talked to each other.’”

The sound that leaves Eddie’s mouth is half laugh, half groan. “We shall never speak of this then.”

And just because he can, he steals another kiss from Steve before his face and tone turn sober.

“Only Chrissy and Birdie know about our idiocy. In a way, your story about how we got together is true, just the timeline is a bit different. How about we just come back and live the married life we’re supposed to?”

Wrapping his strong thighs around Eddie’s waist and bringing their groins together, Steve smiles up at him. “I’d love that,” he says, kissing Eddie. Deep and dirty and hungry.

They don’t leave the cabin for the rest of the day.

One afternoon a few days later, lying on a blanket by the lake, Eddie turns to Steve, propped up on one elbow. "What's next on the agenda when we get back home?"

Steve thinks for a moment, then smiles. "Honestly? I don't know. I just want to be with you. We'll figure the rest out as we go."

Eddie feels a warmth spreading through his chest. Still, he has to ask. "Who are you and what have you done to Steve?"

Tracing Eddie's slightly sunburned cheek with his finger, Steve laughs softly. "He just learned that good things can happen when you don't plan for them. Like falling in love and marrying that person before learning that they might even like you back."

"Love you back,' you mean," is all Eddie says. He presses a quick kiss to the soft skin of Steve's stomach before settling back down on the blanket.

As the sun sets, casting a warm glow over the water, they sit in comfortable silence, watching the world change colors.

[superblysubpar]

modern!steve harrington x fem!reader | friends with benefits

A cynic towards love, you're content with your casual and pain free flings. The universe can send you signs and meddle in your life, but you will not be another lovesick girl in a romantic comedy. No guy is worth that.

Not even Steve Harrington.

Part One: Chapstick

Part Two: Cutie

Part Three: Take A Picture

Part Four: Killing Me

Part Five: Getting Older

Epilogue: I Think I Met You In A Dream

💛 Acknowledgements

Bonus:

Space For You

meeting steve harrington is an out of this world experience. | a small prequel smutty oneshot to the series

Worth It

steve and a sunset make a bad day better. | a small moment in time that would take place during Part Two: Cutie

It Had To Be You

A collection of stories in the We'll Call It Love universe set during the events of the original story as well as after it.

Halloween Party Blurb

a glimpse into Eddie's POV by @rebelfell on the night of the Halloween Party, which is alluded to in the epilogue

#a we'll call it love blurb

where you can find any blurbs and new oneshots for the universe - smut, asks, nonsense headcanons and thoughts, whatever is wcil and extra can be found here

Key Things to Note:

18+ / NSFW series A modern AU filled with many familiar faces. There are canon hints, but nothing too serious. Robin Buckley is your best friend. Ronance thrives and there are brief mentions of hellcheer. In this series reader has two parental deaths in her past and they will be discussed. She drinks as do others in the group (all of age) and alcohol taste, smells, and effects will all be described throughout. A lot of smut The title and chapter titles are inspired by songs off of the "Uncanny Valley" album by COIN

🎵 The Music

🎶 Steve's Music

A lovely moodboard created for this series by @storyboardss 💛

A beautiful book/movie cover created for this series by @rebelfell 💛

[spacebabesuki]

The Vampire's Kiss - Eddie Munson | Chrissy Cunningham | Hellcheer

oneshot, word count 3.1k

Warnings: angst, blood, darkfic [+18]

Summary: The Full Moon was a celestial event. Few knew, but it awakened all the creatures of darkness. It was the brightest celestial event, brighter than the sun. And once a year, in March, on the anniversary of his human life's end, when the full moon was shimmering in the sky, he always, always came to visit her.

This was the only way they could meet. It was the only date, for a single night of the year. The last full moon of march was the night that awakened all the creatures that skeptical human eyes had never dared to see. It was the night of darkness, the absence of light, the night when the supernatural took over, the night of rustling in the forests, howls, and mysterious deaths. But it was mainly their night.

The Full Moon was a celestial event. Few knew, but it awakened all the creatures of darkness. It was the brightest celestial event, brighter than the sun. And once a year, in March, on the anniversary of his human life's end, when the full moon was shimmering in the sky, he always, always came to visit her.

His sweet, favorite human.

And she waited. Her sweet, pulsating human heart beat steadily as she leaned against the window, her anxious blue eyes scanning the night. Dressed in a short, beige nightgown, her hair neatly combed, and her skin scented with perfume, she was all prepared for him, bathed in the glow of the full moon, waiting just for him.

As he had in the past two years, that night, he came again. To see her.

She is the one who kept him alive.

Though he could not speak, he could feel. Like any creature with heightened senses, he heard the joyous rhythm of her sweet heart from afar.

She opened the window when she heard the familiar sound of wings beating outside, at the same time as always—a sound she eagerly waited to hear for 364 nights, until the 365th finally arrived.

She opened the window, and he stepped inside. His instincts surged with excitement on that one night he could be with her. He had never frightened her—not even the first time when he appeared in the shadows by her window, and certainly not then. Even though his heart had been frozen since becoming Vecna’s puppet, even though he now toweredover 6'7", pale and hollow, with black wings tearing through his back. His ears were sharp, his fingers like claws, his eyes blood-red. Veins coiled beneath his skin, and scars remained from the bats that stole his life. Cold as ice, with a heart as still as stone.

He couldn’t feel anything; he was dead inside. But somehow, she made him feel something. She was the only thing that occupied his lifeless mind, and it was because of her that he endured the emptiness, waiting for that one night each year when he could see her. He waited eagerly because he had died for her, and now his entire existence revolved around her.

He had died for her, and if he could still think, he wouldn’t have regretted it.

And still, she had never been afraid of him. If anything, she was so happy to see him that she wondered if her heart could handle it.

He was harmless around her.

Oh, Chrissy Cunningham, with her sweet, angelic eyes. Eyes like an angel—she was life, and he was death. But he remembered her. He thought of her constantly. She was the only one he cared about. Only her. Chrissy was the only one who could stir anything within him, the only one who could make the cold, lifeless creature feel even the faintest hint of warmth.

Eddie,” she whispered, her soft, rosy lips forming his human name—a name he hadn’t heard in years, kept alive only in her heart. “You came!” She let out a small, joyful squeal, her eyes shining with happiness, as blue as the ocean. Her hero had come to see her once again.

Her small, warm hand reached up to touch his face—the cold face of a vampire that should have sent her running, not invited her closer. Yet, like a lost, cold creature craving affection, he pressed his icy cheek against her delicate fingers. Eddie closed his eyes, surrendering to her touch, melting into the gentle warmth of her caress, like a stray puppy finding comfort at last. For the first time in a year, he felt something beyond the cold emptiness that had consumed him.

He took her in his arms, cradling her with the utmost care. She was fragile, and he knew it—like a lion handling a lamb. He would never have hurt her. His only purpose, his only mission, was to protect her. He was her dark angel, a silent guardian hovering over her.

His long fingers, resembling sharp claws, lifted her effortlessly from the ground, her weight as light as a feather in his grasp. He held her by her nightgown and pulled her against his strong, cold body. His wings, which had carried him to her, ceased their beating as he landed on the floor, crouching slightly because his towering figure was too large for the room.

When he felt her sweet warmth against him, when he held her so close and inhaled her lovely perfume, his eyes widened, pupils dilating in response. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat pulsed against his chest, and in that moment, he felt a surge within him—a power so intense that he could have roared from the sheer force of it. If he could have spoken, if words were still his to command, he would have whispered, “My sweet human, I can finally see you, touch you, feel you.”

She looked into his eyes, a sweet smile on her lips as she placed her hands on his strong shoulders, gazing deeply into his blood-red gaze. She knew he was still there beneath it all, even though his heart no longer beat. Eddie Munson was still there.

He loved the excitement that lit up her eyes when she saw him. He adored the big smile she gave him. He loved smiles in general, but hers was different. He loved how her heart stayed calm around him, filled with affection instead of fear.

He loves her, even though he can barely remember what love truly is.

He looked back at her with soft, slightly watery eyes, pupils dilated. His gaze, usually fierce and red like a soldier ready for battle, softened in her presence. Though he was an evil soldier, around her, he was sweet in a way that a creature like him shouldn't have been.

He held her with just one hand, letting her feel the strength of his cold body. With his long fingers, he gently traced a single claw along her cheek, careful not to hurt her. He pulled her even closer, inhaling the sweet scent of her strawberry-blonde hair, his senses alive with her intoxicating warmth. He took a breath, though it served no purpose in his lifeless lungs, trying to memorize her fragrance to carry with him through the 364 nights he wouldn’t see her.

His sense of smell thrummed with it, the sweetness of her scent.

With just one long finger, he brushed the hair away from the front of her soft neck, where most of the delicious scent came from. Chrissy sighed softly, her arms covered in goosebumps, and closed her eyes. She knew exactly what he was about to do, and she let him. She liked it because she was the one keeping him alive.

She let out a quiet moan and tightened her grip on his broad, strong shoulder the moment he lowered his face. If he could breathe, she would have felt the tickle of air so close to her neck as he approached, but instead, she only felt the cold of his nose against her warm collarbone. The tip of his nose glided along her skin, creating space with a gentle caress, and she closed her eyes.

He buried his face in her blonde hair, holding her gently just above the covered swell of her breasts, a soft touch that provided just enough support. Behind her, he let her feel the strong, cold, and powerful contours of his body pressing against her.

She sighed with anticipation, knowing what was about to happen. Yet, when it finally did, she was caught off guard and trembled in his arms. He opened his mouth and bit her, sinking his sharp teeth into her neck. She groaned softly—not from pain, but from pleasure—as he sucked her blood and fed. She loved the sensation of his wet lips against her skin, the way he drew her warm, sweet blood into him. With each pull, he grew stronger, and he knew exactly when to stop. The connection between them was electric; he could feel her heartbeat on the tip of his tongue, her sweetness intoxicating him.

Every time he does this, he ensures he doesn't grip her too tightly. When he holds her, his hand remains as soft as a feather, a gentle reminder that she can pull away at any moment if she chooses to.

But she stays, and she wants to stay, because keeping him alive is all that matters to her.

After a few moments, he stopped, licking the blood that dripped from her neck with a tenderness that felt like velvet against her skin, gently cleaning her with his own tongue. Each swipe was a delicate caress, as if he were cherishingevery drop, ensuring she felt safe in his embrace despite the rawness of the moment.

The taste of her overwhelmed him, rich and intoxicating. He inhaled deeply between his fangs, throwing his head back in pure bliss, savoring the sweetness that connected them in that fleeting moment.

Chrissy turned to him, her eyes shimmering with warmth as she gently wiped the remnants of blood from his mouth with her delicate fingers. She watched as he tucked away his fangs, a soft smile spreading across her lips. The mark on her neck stung slightly, but she relished the sensation, knowing the small puncture wounds would linger for weeks as a reminder of him and their connection.

"I missed you," she whispered, leaning closer and pressing a tender kiss against his cold lips. She pulled back slightly, waiting for his reaction, even though they kissed every year when he came to see her. He returned the kiss, a familiar warmth spreading through him as he remembered every moment they shared during his visits.

He first looked at her with wide, frightened red eyes, a hint of vulnerability hidden beneath the surface. But soon, that fear melted away as he felt her warmth and the softness of her presence. The tension in his body eased, replaced by a sense of comfort that only she could bring.

He immediately pulled her closer by the waist, his grip firm and reassuring through the delicate fabric of her nightgown. The soft, light material brushed against his cold fingers, sending a shiver of warmth through him as he lifted it just enough to savor the feel of her soft human thighs against him. Her warm skin meant everything to him, even though he knew his devilish fingers shouldn’t touch the skin of an angel.

As his fingers glided over the smooth fabric, he felt the stark contrast between the coolness of his skin and the warmth radiating from her body. Her breath caught in her throat, a mix of surprise and delight, as she sensed his touch. She looked up at him with wide eyes, her cheeks flushing a delicate rose, an unspoken longing shimmering in her gaze. Anxious for more, she leaned her neck back, surrendering herself to his hand, her eyes silently pleading, “I’m yours.”

She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, tilting her head back in sheer ecstasy, reveling in the intoxicating sensation of being cradled by him. In that moment, she belonged to him completely. Forever. Deep down, she felt it—she wanted to be his for all time.

He knew that the moment her sweet human heart stopped beating, he would leave the suffering of this world behind, going with her.

Their lips met, and she didn’t pull away from him, nor did he. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her soft body against his strong, cold chest, clinging to him and bringing warmth into his life. He felt her heart beating against him—her heart racing—not from fear. For a brief moment, they existed in a world of their own, where warmth and cold intertwined, and nothing else mattered.

She was still in his arms, suspended in the air. He had become as tall and strong as a creature, and in his embrace, it was the only way for her to reach his lips, her feet too far off the ground. He wouldn’t let her go. After 364 days without something good, his dirty hands—so accustomed to war and the dark world—gripped the delicate fabric of her nightgown, an angelic touch that meant everything to him, obsessed with the softness of her skin.

"I missed you," she repeated with her eyes closed, surrendering and sighing against his lips, feeling his hands on her, holding her close to his towering, powerful body.

Missed you. If he remembered what that meant, he would say he died from missing her, that he spent the last 364 days with the memory of her sweet scent in his nose.

She began to explore his body, her fingers tracing the rough texture of his torn leather jacket and the coolness of his skin beneath it. The strength of his massive arms cradled her effortlessly. As she slid her hands down his strong back, she felt the texture of his wings, catching the soft sound that escaped him.

She clung to him tightly, surrendering completely, feeling the desperation that swelled between them as he pressed his powerful body against hers with increasing intensity. He let out a low growl—a growl of need, of longing. He knew what happened every night they saw each other, and the moon was already beginning to fade from the sky. As they realized this, the desperation and urgency heightened, drawing them even closer together as they surrendered to each other with fervor.

Her breathing quickened with anticipation as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled her panties aside, inviting him in, surrendering more to him, moaning in his ear as she felt his claws rip her beige nightgown, her anxious hands struggled to find the belt on his worn black jeans.

Like a creature, he knows what desire is; his body craves hers as much as she desires him. She pulled off his belt and pants, biting her lip to try to stay silent as he slid his cold, thick and wet cock inside her. They both groaned into each other's mouths. She trembled as she felt how hard and cold he was, a stark contrast to her warm, wet pussy.

At first, he went in slowly, the red, swollen tip of his thick, hard cock needing to get used to how tight and warm her sweet pussy feels, so wet for him that it slid easily. Eddie let out a grunt and squeezed her between his hands, sweet and warm, trying not to hurt her, he closed his eyes, is too good, he tries to control himself. He thrust into her carefully.

She felt him deep inside her, filling her completely, right below her belly. She tightened her legs around him, looking into his eyes, knowing he was truly there with her.

She pressed herself against him, resting her head on his strong chest, feeling his rough wings with her hands as she squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure while he moved inside her.

He kissed her again, savoring the sweet taste of her lips—a frenzy of pleasure that filled him with life. This was the only reason he still existed, even in his immortal state. He knew that if he ever lost the chance to visit his sweet human, the monstrous instinct of sorrow within him would consume him. That weight was too heavy to bear.

He loved watching her as he was inside her, savoring every little movement she made, the soft sounds that escaped her lips, and the warmth of her affection wrapping around him like a blanket. He enjoyed looking at her, hearing the little noises she made, and feeling the warmth that radiated from her. He loved it when she pulled down the straps of her nightgown, exposing her perfect breasts to him as he easily fucked her on his lap, moving in and out of her sweet pussy that felt too tight for his size. He liked seeing the pick necklace - it used to be his, a gift to her when he was still human - swaying against her perfect, pointy red nipples. The marks from his fangs, side by side with the necklace, left during his annual visits, served as reminders of their bond etched into her body, instilling in him a profound sense of connection and a glimpse of his lost humanity.

After they finished, he loved to hear her breathing, savoring the taste of sweat on her skin. He enjoyed how she laid on top of him, snuggling close, small and delicate. He felt her affection as her fingers played with his long hair.

She felt his affection in the sweet way he looked at her and the delicate way he touched her. She was everything to him.

When the sun rose and he had to leave, she whispered, still in his arms, “Are you coming back?” she pleaded, her eyes shining and misty with sadness.

He nodded his head, kissing her again and holding her gently in his embrace, remembering what it felt like to hug. He breathed in the scent of her hair and slid his finger over her heart. They locked eyes as he touched her chest.

— “Thump thump?” he said, though he didn’t actually speak; this was the only sound he made, the rhythm of her heartbeat —his way of saying he would miss her.

“I know, I’ll miss you too,” she replied, placing her hand over his chest—“Thump thump,” she said, touching the spot where his heart once beat. “For you, my heart only beats for you,” she added, sliding a green scrunchie from her hair and placing it on his wrist, a keepsake, the scent of her still lingering there.

Eddie set her down, sadness in his eyes like a wounded animal, and spread his wings to fly away, not without stealing one last glance at her for several long seconds.

He always comes back. Once a year, he manages to escape, catching glimpses of the memories from when he was human, from the time he saved her from the prison of Vecna’s mind. He sacrificed his own life in her place, offering himself to ensure Vecna would release her. Now, Vecna uses him as a puppet soldier. He has surrendered everything he once was for her, because nothing makes him stronger than her fragile heart. He knows what he’s been living for all this time: for her.

And now, she waits for him forever.

When the full moon shines in March, he will return. He will return to the arms of his sweet human, Chrissy Cunningham.

[rose-n-gunses]

8, 9, and 23 for hellcheer please 🩷

Absolutely! Thanks for the ask! 🤍

8 - What do they love most about each other? Why?

Things hellcheer love about each other? Uh. Everything. Next question! (Kidding)

Chrissy loves how Eddie is pretty much never afraid to be himself. He doesn't give a shit about what other people think or say about him most of the time. Even before they got together, she always admired his confidence and it inspired her to be a little more confident with herself.

Eddie loves how kind Chrissy is. She treats everyone with the respect they deserve. (Which, in some cases, is none. And he loves just as much, if not more, how much of a capital b Bitch she can be in those situations.) She has seemingly endless patience, which he greatly appreciates, but she also will not stand for anyone's bullshit -- not even his.

9 - What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

Chrissy can get kind of fed up with Eddie's lack of organization. (I mean. You saw how many places he had to look for the special k. The maid took the week off.) She knows it's mostly not his fault but she's so used to her space being nearly pristine that a slight mess in Eddie's room drives her insane. (Don't even get her started on the two-weeks-old pizza box she knows is under his bed.)

Eddie doesn't like how Chrissy never talks about her feelings. He's not always the best at noticing nonverbals or emotional subtext or whatever, so if she says she's fine then he assumes she's fine (and is extremely confused when he comes into the living room half an hour later and finds her crying on the couch). He would much prefer it if she would just come out with it and simply tell him what's wrong so he can fix it for her rather than have her be evasive about it or just hint at something being wrong.

23 - What are the defining characteristics of their relationship?

Undying loyalty and unwavering support! They are 4lifers, ride or dies, soulmates, everything. They will always side with each other and protect each other. They're attuned to each other on some psychic or cosmic level so they always see things about the other that nobody else sees. They seem like opposites but actually have a lot in common, which means they can relate to each other and find comfort and support in that.

[hellcheer-heaven]

Modern!Hellcheer Headcanon: Chrissy sending these memes because she wants sex since Eddie isn’t getting her “subtle hints” in real life.

Eddie responding back with this because he thinks they’re just sending memes:

[hellcheersource]

Fic collections - Taylor Swift inspired

It seems like our fandom has a lovely crossover between Hellcheer stans and Swifties (myself included) so here's some of the many Hellcheer fics that have a hint of Taylor about them, from naming to plot to inspired by songs.

Voted Most Likely To Run Away With You by @blondiest

When Chrissy escapes Vecna and the only conceivable way to escape him is to RUN, Eddie is the perfect person to run with. But explaining why they're travelling together would be so much easier if they were married, and not two High School seniors... right? Gorgeous fake marriage AU

Song: Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince*, Lover

*if this isn't the most perfect Hellcheer song title, I don't know what is

Throw Your Jacket On The Floor by @enoughtotemptme

Spicy one shot loosely inspired by one of Miss Swift's latests Vault tracks. A song that I'm sure had a few of us thinking Hellcheer given the sultry twist the bass line alone on this one deserves.

Song: I can See You, Speak Now (Taylor's Version) (From the Vault)

Getaway Car by @bumblehumblebeee

Chrissy is pregnant. The only problem is that as far as Jason knows, she's saving herself for marriage. Her getaway car might have more of an idea about what's been going on

Song: Getaway Car, Reputation

You Drew Stars Around My Scars by @idontgettechnology

The Flower shop/Tattoo shop classic trope we all love (don't worry, we might do a collection inspired by these tropes soon as well!). Some lovely moments around Chrissy's family in here, and the lyrics chosen for the title fit the setting of this one perfectly

Song: Cardigan, Folklore

but it's golden by Cunninghams

A group camping trip. A recent break up. Two pining best friends. What more could we ask for? Well, chapter titles inspired by Taylor songs as well!

Song: Daylight, Lover

New Romantics (series) by Lafilles Version

A collection of fics centered around Popstar Chrissy and Rockstar Eddie as they navigate fame, fortune and their relationship

Song: New Romantics, 1989

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

I really wanted to have a WIP ready for Hellcheer anniversary week, but all I’ve got is a half finished outline that taunts me from my notes folder every time I open it up (to feverishly succumb to another bout of Eleverson brainrot). As an apology offering I present a piece I wrote last September called Right Side Up, which takes place about three days after Eddie escaped the Upside Down (because of course he did) and Vecna was defeated (because of course he was).

Chrissy wakes up.

For a moment, she doesn’t know where she is; she’s curled in an unfamiliar chair, covered in a slightly scratchy blanket, and somebody nearby is quietly crying like a child, soft little brokenhearted whimpers they’re clearly trying to suppress but which will not be held back.

Then she hears Wayne Munson’s quiet, disbelieving voice gasping “Eddie?” and everything comes flooding back. They’re in Eddie’s hospital room, Wayne sleeping on a little cot the nurses rolled in for him, Chrissy in a squeaky vinyl recliner tucked into the corner. They hadn’t left him alone for a second, though it had been almost two and a half days since his surgery and he’d been unconscious the entire time. Now it’s the middle of the night and her neck aches from sleeping in the chair but none of that matters one bit, because Eddie finally, finally woke up.

“Eddie, my boy.” Enough dim light spills in from the hallway that Chrissy can see Wayne get up from the cot and hurry over to sit on the bed next to Eddie, carefully gathering his weeping nephew into his arms. “Thank the lord. Oh, my boy.”

“W-Wayne?” Eddie buries his face in his uncle’s chest, his next words coming out muffled, but in the quiet of the room Chrissy can still make them out. “I m-missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, son. I was so worried about you.”

“Am I… am I…” Eddie falters. He sounds so weak. Breathless. “Arrested?”

“No. Don’t you worry about that,” Wayne soothes, his hand stroking through Eddie’s hair. “Some fella named Owens took care of all that, you don’t have to worry ‘bout police anymore.”

“I didn’t…” Chrissy can see Eddie’s eyes, huge and luminous with tears, pleading, fixed on his uncle’s face. “Didn’t k-k… I didn’t k-k-kill…”

Wayne flings his arms around Eddie again, nearly crushing the boy in his embrace. “I know that, baby, dontcha think I know that? I know you wouldn’t hurt anyone. Never thought for one second that any of that shit was true about you. I know you ain’t never hurt anyone.”

Eddie makes a sound, halfway between a sigh and a sob, of pure relief. “Didn’t k-k-kidnap… she needed… she needed…”

“Easy now, darlin’, take it easy, now. Everythin’s alright, we know you ain’t done nothin’ wrong.”

For a moment, the silence is only broken by Eddie’s quiet sniffling and the starchy scritch of Wayne’s hand rubbing his back through his thin blue gown. Then Wayne speaks again, and Chrissy is surprised to hear a hint of laughter in his voice.

“As if I’d believe you’d do anything to hurt Chrissy Cunningham.”

Eddie groans. “Don’ make fun o’ me.”

“How many songs you write about that girl? Reckon you’re up to twenty, now?”

Chrissy just barely manages to stop herself from sitting bolt upright. Songs? Eddie’s written songs about her?! When could he possibly have done that?

“Stop it.” A pained grunt, as if it hurt when he shifted in the bed. “You heard… if… if she’s okay?”

Wayne laughs outright now, softly, but undeniable. “You’n ask her yourself in the mornin’, son, she’s sleepin’ right over yonder.”

“Wayne.” Eddie’s voice trembles. “Please stop.” A pained moan escapes him. “‘S’not funny.”

“I’m serious.”

“Don’t… don’t make fun…” A sob catches in his throat. “Please.”

“Ed, I swear, I ain’t makin’ fun of you. Chrissy is fine, and I swear to you she ain’t left this room since you got here. Damn near sick over you. She’ll be so happy to see you awake. I promise I ain’t lyin’.”

“No,” Eddie moans. “No. Not for me. M-mother won’t… let… let her…” His breath hitches. “Wayne?”

“Yeah?”

“Hurts.”

“What hurts, baby?”

“Here.”

“Lemme get the nurse. You had surgery, son, patchin’ up holes in your guts. They’n give you somethin’ for the pain.” He presses the call button, then resumes gently rubbing his nephew’s back. Chrissy can hear Eddie’s uneven breaths, too fast and too shallow, even with his face pressed into Wayne’s shoulder.

Neither of them speak again until a nurse has come in, injected the pain medicine and flushed it through with saline, and checked Eddie’s temperature and vital signs. She wishes them both a good night and reminds them not to hesitate to ring again if there’s anything they need. Chrissy smiles to herself, thankful for the nurse’s kindness.

“Was she…” Eddie’s voice is hesitant. “Chrissy… she’s really okay?”

“She’s fine, son. She’s just worried about you,” Wayne replies, but to Chrissy’s surprise, Eddie starts to cry again. “I was scared,” he sobs. “She needed… me to b-be brave… and I, and I w-w-wasn’t.”

“That ain’t how she tells it.” Wayne’s voice is so loving, so comfortingly warm. “She tol’ me you saved her life. Says you’re her hero. How d’you like that?”

“Sh-she did?”

“Now why’s that so hard to believe?”

Eddie sniffles. “You know why.”

Chrissy doesn’t know why, and she wants to. After how close they’ve grown over the last week, after everything they’ve been through together, why would Eddie think she’d have anything but wonderful things to say about him?

“Well, I can’t make you believe me.” Wayne gently eases Eddie back against the pillows as he speaks. “But that’s what she said. An’ she sat here holdin’ your hand n’lookin’ at you like you done hung the moon just for her.” He pulls the blanket up to Eddie’s chin. “An’ if I thought you’d be awake for more’n five more minutes I’d go get her up so’s she could tell you herself.”

“‘S’a nice story,” Eddie murmurs. “I like her.”

“I know you do, son.”

“She’s… en… enchanting.”

Chrissy feels her cheeks flush warm, her eyes fill with tears. Enchanting? None of her cheerleader friends ever called her anything besides ‘nice’ or ‘pretty’, empty clichés they all tossed meaninglessly at each other, and her ex hadn’t even bothered with that for longer than she cared to remember. It was so like Eddie to give her the best compliment she’d ever heard, when he didn’t even realize she’d heard it.

Wayne is chuckling again. “You be sure to tell her that in the morning.”

“Don’ laugh. She… Chrissy.” Eddie’s words are definitely slurred now; the pain medicine is rapidly making him drowsy. “Chrissy. She’s ‘mazing. Think I… love her.”

“I know you do, son,” Wayne repeats, barely louder than a whisper. He leans forward to smooth Eddie’s hair back from his face and gently kiss his forehead.

“You too,” Eddie murmurs. “Wayne. Love… Wayne.”

“I know, darlin’. I love you, too. Go to sleep, now.”

“You… stay?”

“Course I’ll stay. Got a bed for me right there. I won’t leave you.”

“‘Kay.” Eddie sighs deeply, then his breathing slows and Chrissy can tell he’s asleep.

Wayne stays seated at the side of his bed for a few more minutes before getting up. He stretches a little, his back cracking, then stoops to kiss his nephew’s forehead again before climbing back into his cot. In less than two minutes he’s softly snoring.

She slides from the recliner, slowly so it doesn’t squeak, and tiptoes across the room to Eddie’s bed. She slips in carefully next to him, making sure to avoid the iv line, and snuggles close, resting her head against his shoulder and one hand on his chest, right over his heart. His eyes don’t open, but his breath hitches and she can see his eyelashes flutter a bit. A moment later, his hand slides slowly up to cover hers.

Chrissy smiles, turning her hand to lace their fingers together. Eddie hums a small, contented sounding sigh from the back of his throat. His breathing deepens, slowing into the rhythm of sleep again, and moments later she follows him down.

[astorytotellyourfriends]

I've never done an ask before, so I don't know if this works, but here it goes:

📗 Green for green flags 🥺🥺

ps. I love your writing and how you always provide wonderful hellcheer content in your fanfic 🤗

you did it!! and thank you 🥹🥰

for you, anon, i give u a peek of my white knight au.

this just popped into my head one night around like 1am, i honestly don't even know how or why, but. it happens.

one afternoon, eddie gets a phone call out of nowhere and it's chrissy on the other end. she misdialed, meaning to call one of her friends' numbers, but then she begs him not to hang up.

she doesn't have money for another phone call and she's stranded at a rest stop on the highway between hawkins and indianapolis and needs help. eddie immediately goes into white knight mode and tells her to stay where she is, or better yet to hide in the bathroom, because he's coming to get her. (how's that for a green flag???)

once he picks her up, he manages to wheedle the whole story out of her (i don't have the specifics yet but she and jason had an argument and he just. left her. because he's an asshole) and he decides that it's now his mission to Cheer Her Up as best he can.

and he does a pretty damn good job of it, too. but what happens when monday morning rolls around and eddie sees jason at school? 👀👀👀 (hint: it does not end well for jason)

[sourw0lfs]

the very first night part two

OR: the one where Chrissy joins Corroded Coffin, a 5+1 fic wc: 1086 | rating: M | pairing: hellcheer | modern au | AO3 written for @strangerthingsreversebigbang art inspiration by @sunflowerharrington beta'd by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation

2. after the band gets signed

When Chrissy made the decision to join Corroded Coffin, something so far out of her comfort zone that it had initially felt like a mistake, she never anticipated actually getting anywhere. The only expectation on her list was: have fun. 

Sitting at a table far too large for the number of people at it now, she thinks she might have to reevaluate that list. It’s also the only time in her life she’s been glad her father is a lawyer. Mostly because none of them had been able to make heads or tails of the contract they’d been given, and Chrissy, at least, had given it her best shot. 

So she’d called home and asked for help. 

It’s a rare thing these days, her asking her parents for any sort of help, but this is something she wants to work out no matter what. It’s given her purpose in a way none of her other activities or hobbies growing up did. It’s given her people that she can’t imagine her future without in a way none of her friends in school ever had.

It’s made her happy, and if asking her dad to read a contract keeps it that way, it’s just a small sacrifice to make. 

The fact that he agrees initially surprises Chrissy, but she doesn’t question it. She just takes it for what it is, the pair of eyes they need to make sure they’re not getting screwed over. And as things turn out, they’re not getting screwed over. Sooner than later, the contract has all five of their signatures alongside the necessary parties and the band decides to go out and celebrate. 

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Jeff says as the five of them pile in around a table at the first bar they find. “Did we really just do that?” 

“Hell yeah we did!” Grant crows with the widest grin Chrissy’s ever seen on him. 

A familiar arm finds its home around her shoulder and she feels herself being jostled against Eddie’s side as he grins at all of them. “I always knew we could do it,” he announces proudly. “Just had to find the right lure.” 

He jostles Chrissy again, enough that she gets the hint he’s talking about her and she grins too. “This is just the start. We still have a lot of work to do,” she points out but the smile in her voice doesn’t fade. “There are no better people I’d rather do it with.” 

The rest of the band raises a collective cheer at her words. “I’ll drink to that,” Gareth declares. “First round on me.”

Then he’s gone before any of them can protest, not that any of them try to anyway. Chrissy takes the moment to look around at her bandmates, to feed off their infectious excitement and mix it with her own. It feels good, it feels right. She doesn’t know how she got so lucky. 

Eddie’s still pressing her into his side and she takes the chance to rest her head on his shoulder. “Comfy?” he asks as he glances down at her. 

Chrissy nods, grinning back up at him. “Perfect,” she confirms. 

Though she’s not sure she is actually perfect. Things could always be better. There are things she’s found herself yearning for in the last several months of gig after gig, words left unspoken and actions unexplained. But she’s never found just the right moment to ask Eddie about them. There’s always something going on or someone poking their head in every time she thinks they’re about to make it somewhere new. 

But Chrissy still can’t complain. Even if she never gets her answers, she thinks she can still be happy. Her life finally means something on her terms, and that’s more than she could have ever asked for. Especially since she hadn’t asked. It had simply been handed to her over an overheard moment in a hallway that feels a million years ago already. 

Gareth comes back with the round of drinks a moment later, and the rest of the night passes in a wild, excited, and somewhat tipsy blur. Chrissy finds herself pressing against Eddie’s side for the majority of the night, except the times he bounces away to grab the next round of drinks. The energy between the five of them is contagious and carries them well into the night. 

Stumbling out of the bar as a group several hours later, laughing and shoving at each other, the band finally say their good nights, grabbing various rides back to their homes depending on the direction they needed to go. 

“Let me take you home,” Eddie says in Chrissy’s ear as the other boys wave out of car windows. 

“We live in opposite directions!” Chrissy protests weakly, because honestly she doesn’t mind the sentiment. In fact, she appreciates it. 

“Gotta make sure my best girl gets home safe, though,” Eddie argues back. 

The words light up in Chrissy’s chest, somewhere between her heart and her stomach, with an intensity she’s missed recently. It pulls her back to the night of her first show, when she thought they were maybe at the start of something more. She doesn’t try to push it away again. 

Instead she just nods and tucks herself into Eddie’s side, waiting as he calls a ride for the two of them, only moving when he nudges her to get settled once it arrives. The ride to her place is quiet, comfortably so but there’s a spark trying to ignite in the air between them, even though the two of them aren’t touching anymore. 

Once they arrive, Chrissy gets herself from the car and hesitates. “Do you want to come in?” she asks softly, offering a hand back out to Eddie. 

Eddie, for what it’s worth, doesn’t seem to have the same hesitation, taking her hand with a smile. “I’d love that,” he tells her as they head into the building. 

It’s not the first time she’s had Eddie over, but it is the first time it’s just the two of them. Usually it’s the whole band, alternating homes each time they meet up. The electricity that’s been crackling between the two of them flares up with new life as they make their way to the door of Chrissy’s apartment. 

Once Chrissy lets the two of them in, she turns to Eddie. “Probably not up for more drinks, are you?” she teases with a smile. “But I can offer a snack or two or three, if you’d like that.”

“That sounds wonderful, dinner feels ages ago.”

“It was!” Chrissy giggles as she leads the way to her kitchen. 

The space is small, pressing the two of them together as they try to share it, but Chrissy doesn’t mind. She also doesn’t mind the silence that hangs between them again. Being able to be quiet feels just as important as being able to talk to them. Especially if it’s going to move anywhere besides friendship. And Chrissy thinks she wants that rather badly at this point. She really, really does. And it’s not the few drinks from the bar talking for her. 

The silence stretches between them, with Chrissy trying to work up the courage to say something or do something. But then Eddie’s glancing at the clock and back at her with a smile. “I should probably… head home myself. Don’t want to keep you up too late, you know?” he says. 

It’s nearly enough to get Chrissy inviting him to stay the night, but only nearly. She’s not sure she’s brave enough to make a move yet or brave enough to face the morning if nothing happens. “Yeah!” she agrees with a nod. “Yeah, uh, if you’re sure.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Eddie promises, tucking a piece of her hair back and sending a jolt down her whole body. 

Then he’s kissing her cheek and out the door before she even has a chance to process it. If she wasn’t already sure that Eddie feels the same energy she does, Chrissy is very sure now. 

[thatgirlwithasquid]

WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

I was tagged by @rigginsstreet with the word TROUBLE

T - Edwin/Charles | Dead Boy Detectives wip : That does it. This bitch does not get to lay one fucking finger on Edwin, not if Charles has anything to say about it.

R - Steve/Eddie | Stranger Things, Beauty and the Beast au : “Run, Dustin,” he hissed over his shoulder.

Steve’d been through this enough to know that something always happened. Someone got left behind. Someone sacrificed themselves. They always lost someone. So he knew how this was going to go. He knew that fate wouldn’t have her fill without one of them being left for dead - and Steve would be damned if he was going to let it be Dustin.

O - Eddie/Chrissy | Stranger Things, aro!hellcheer wip : Over the coming years, Wayne would be the only person Eddie could really talk to about any crushes or things like that. He was the only person that understood. Eddie didn’t exactly love in the way everyone else seemed to.

U - Harley/Rick | The Suicide Squad wip : “Uh.. hi,” he manages, nodding uncertainly.

He’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop, or some hint of a trap to be laid out before him, because, so far, it just seems like Harley has genuinely just invited him around to her apartment. And, judging solely on the decorations, it seems like it may actually be her birthday.

B - Mr Flower/Argos | The World Of Mr Plant, hanahaki au : But for Mr Flower? It seems to have hit its peak. Sure, he’s still… in love… but it’s not something that’s getting any more intense, no matter how long Mr Flower spends around his fertiliser, as the doctors call him. He honestly doesn’t think it will. This is how he feels about Mr Plant, and this is where those feelings will stay.

L - Maddy/Liam | Wolfblood s2e10 canon divergence : Liam crawls on after it, squinting into the blackness outside of his flashlight’s reach. Occasionally he’ll catch a silhouetted tail swishing through the shadows or a flash of those evil eyes looking back at him. It’s the only reassurance he has that he hasn’t lost his guide.

E - Huntsman/Snow | Snow White and the Huntsman wip : Eric’s grip tightens, holding her jab securely in place. He feels the length of the blade pressed against the side of his ribcage even through the layers of his clothes. A few inches to the left and it would puncture a lung. A few further and his heart would be giving out now, pouring the sludge of his blood into that broken chest.

Tagging @kallisto-k @kittyphoenix12-xx @intothedysphoria with the word SWEET (of course, as always, no pressure :) )