#i might do a hellcheer side fic

[ghostlynimbus]

I think I want Wayne to work a trade in "It's Not The Sky I'm Asking For" but idk what...

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[ymaohoh]

Masterlist

So I've fallen right into the deep end of the HellCheer fandom. Ride or die. I'm in love with Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie Munson. The fans are fucking talented too, alright? I've been binging fics and the artwork but there's certain troupes/ideas/prompts that keep rattling away in my brainbox. I'm going to note them here for if (or when) I maybe write something for the two...but (public service announcement) if anyone knows a fic out there which can scratch these little itches please link me up.

Updated: 18.04.24

My Completed Fics

Chrissy starts dating. Eddie's not thrilled - Dating Chrissy - oneshot

Eddie wants to buy something nice for Chrissy. Candles are romantic, right? He ventures on a quest to the mall - Yankee Candle Baby - oneshot.

Chrissy is such a Brat with Eddie and Jason watches it (while hiding). Jason's POV - Chrissy Cunningham is a Brat - oneshot - mature

What if Chrissy ran from Eddie after her vision? What if it pushed them apart? They later share a joint and things get much much worse. My take on 'Chrissy lives' but it takes a little while for them to get back on the same page - Chrissy Runs Away - Chapter 3/3.

Eddie and Chrissy have unprotected sex against a brick wall after his gig because they can't wait - “We could always just…do it anyway?" - oneshot - mature

Eddie and Chrissy die but they're summoned again for the final fight Ft. time travel and angst - my hope for season 5 - Howl - oneshot

Gender Swap AU where Ellie Munson saves Chris Cunningham - a play on 'Chrissy Lives' - Rule 63' - oneshot

Ongoing

Vecna keeps Chrissy in hell - 'and she's a bride of the fucking devil' - 2/2 chapters.

My Mess of Drabbles

Eddie dies and Chrissy is waiting for him - end of passion play, crumbling away - short drabble only

Chrissy the Vampire Slayer AU

Labyrinth AU

X-Files AU

Pirates AU

Stardust AU

Jason joins the good side AU

Photocheer moodboard (Chrissy x Jonathan)

Headcannon Prompts

Max's relationship with Hellcheer

Dustin's relationship with Hellcheer

Chrissy and Wayne Munson's (beautiful) relationship

Chrissy and The Party headcanons

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In need of/ Prompts

Chrissy gets her first tattoo. A cliche at this point no? I'm torn between her getting this done without Eddie knowing as a surprise, or if I want him right there holding her hand.

Eddy eyeing her up in the school cafeteria or class. Basically Eddy simping over Chrissy.

Anything with Eddie and Chrissy reuniting after death / or in the upside-down (manifesting the second).

Chrissy and Eddie getting high together. Maybe a dash of 'will I remember any of this tomorrow?' as they confess their feelings and frustrations.

Eddie loves Chrissy in a sundress. The more feminine, girly, and flouncy the better. He wants to get his hands under it.

He also loves her in a Hellfire top. Anything really that marks her subtly as his.

Other character POV's watching them flirt. Sweet sweet music to my...eyes?

He loves it when she wears one of his rings. She has plenty of her own jewelry (and it's all real gold/expensive/fit for a princess) but it doesn't mean anything really. Her eyes light up at his rings, though.

Together they create a D&D character for her to practice with. They discuss what type she's most likely to be (Eddie's a bard right?). I'm feeling Chrissy might also have that bard energy (she's THE hype girl, right?) or a healer? They definitely get distracted though and don't actually finish it.

He is a rambler. He talks when he's nervous - and Chrissy finds it easy to keep up.

Chrissy tells the jocks to leave the Hellfire club alone in the school corridor. She gets annoyed when she hears them referring to the kids as 'freaks'. Eddie adores the fire and nerve he sees in her eyes because it only really ever comes out when she's in protective mode (bonus points 1) if she tells Jason to fuck off 2) she walks away with the Hellfire club after).

Chrissy is the only one who gets him to study (and pass). He knows he has a reason to now, you know? They've got plans and he isn't wasting time.

Eddie has doubts about Chrissy really truly loving him - she's way out of his league, after all, so she makes sure to create visual reminders. She takes their photo together and tacks it up in her locker for all to see.

Eddie loves fucking Chrissy in her cheerleading uniform. She loves fucking him when he's backstage. They will want to mark their place in each other's bizarre worlds.

Eddie worries about his future with Chrissy (what's his dumbass supposed to do while she excels at college?) but he likes the way his last name suits her.

Eddie is ONLY soft for Chrissy. A scene where he's trying to be big and scary for the club and she unknowingly fractures this image by doing something oh so achingly cute. Maybe she giggles or squee's during a D&D session? It takes him ages to drag himself back into his DM role.

I'll be adding to this , fo' sure.

Is there an official name for this dynamic? Unpopular baddass x sunshine princess?

All aboard the ship. Ahoy ahoy.

[sidekick-hero]

Here it is, the next chapter of my entry for the @steddiesummerexchange. This is a gift for my dear friend @starryeyedjanai 💜💜💜 Her prompt was 'Steve can't get his inheritance until he marries someone'. Shout out to @acasualcrossfade for being the best beta reader there is!

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?

Read on AO3 - the fic is finished and has 4 chapters, the last one will drop June 24

Chapter 1| Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 3 (4.7k) under the cut

Luck is on his side because Eddie is home. He looks like Steve just woke him up—pillow crease on his cheek, hair a mess, and his face softer than usual, making him look younger.

It's a sweet sight, one Steve might get used to if they actually move in together. For the first time, the thought doesn't fill him with dread and sadness about losing Robin as a roommate.

"Steve?" Eddie asks, blinking in confusion. "Birdie's not here, sorry." He sounds half-asleep, his words slightly slurred.

Of course, Eddie would think he was looking for Robin. Despite what Chrissy and Robin say, Steve and Eddie getting married will change things. Like, Steve will start seeking Eddie's company and they'll spend time alone without their friends as buffers.

"No, I know she's at work. I wanted to talk to you. I texted you that I was coming over."

Eddie’s face lights up with understanding. "Oh, sorry, my phone's in sleep mode. Had a late shift at the bar and only got home around 2. Then I had to open the garage because Bernie sprained his ankle, so I was catching up on some sleep."

"Ah, shit, I'm so sorry, man," Steve apologizes quickly, wincing. "I didn't mean to wake you. It's not that important, go back to sleep, we can talk tomorrow or—"

Eddie cuts him off with a hand on his shoulder. "No, no, it's okay, really. Come on in. You couldn't have known, and I should get up anyway if I don't wanna mess up my sleep rhythm."

Steve snorts. "From what I hear, you have as much of a sleep rhythm as Robin has a brain-mouth filter."

"You wound me, Harrington. Just because it's eclectic doesn't mean there's no rhythm. My sleep schedule is more jazz than pop."

Steve chuckles, rolling his eyes. “Sure, whatever you say.”

Eddie steps aside with a playful swat to Steve’s shoulder. “I feel like you’re not taking me seriously here.”

Steve only hums in response, so Eddie changes the topic. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

They move into the kitchen, and Steve takes a seat at the highbar Chrissy and Eddie installed two years ago. Steve remembers helping with that project, along with Eddie’s friend Jeff. It was a fun afternoon—just them chatting, sharing a big pizza, and working with their hands. It shouldn’t have surprised Steve that Eddie was good with his hands. After all, he’s seen him play guitar and mix drinks expertly when he bartends. He also knows Eddie makes most of his money fixing cars and motorbikes at a friend’s garage.

Still, seeing Eddie aptly handling tools and oiling up the wood had been… an experience. One he had revisited in his mind more than once when he couldn’t sleep and was too weak to fight off the urge any longer to jack off to thoughts of his friend.

“Earth to Steve, do you copy?”

Eddie’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and he realizes Eddie is now standing much closer than before.

“Uh… sorry, I zoned out. What did you say?”

“I,” Eddie starts, speaking slowly and deliberately, “asked if you wanted a coffee. And before that, I asked what you wanted to talk about. You haven’t answered either question, so here’s a third: Is everything alright?”

Eddie's probably joking, but he sounds a bit worried, so Steve musters a mostly sincere smile.

“Yeah, man. I’m good. Just… it’s been a long day. Long days. Coffee sounds good, I haven’t slept much.”

“Sure, coming right up.”

Steve watches as Eddie prepares their coffees, his thoughts drifting again as he watches Eddie’s surprisingly broad back move under his worn t-shirt. It looks soft and thin, sporting a couple of holes, and looking incredibly comfy. He idly wonders how it would feel to wrap his arms around Eddie’s tiny waist from behind, pressing his front against Eddie’s back, with his chin hooked over Eddie’s bony shoulder and his cheek against Eddie’s.

It’s a nice thought.

“Your coffee, my liege.”

A cup of coffee appears in front of Steve, startling him out of his daydreams about Eddie. It's the second time he's drifted off today, and he really needs to get his act together.

“Thanks, man. Do you have some milk?”

“Already added it. Two sips, no sugar, right?”

And, yeah, that’s exactly how Steve takes his coffee. He just had no idea Eddie knew that too.

His surprise must be obvious because Eddie's ears turn red. He hides his mouth behind a strand of hair and mumbles, “Just noticed you always make it like that.”

Steve's heart skips a beat. It's a small thing, but it means a lot to know that Eddie is paying so much attention to him, even if it's just as confusing as the time Eddie decided to fall on his own ass to save Steve's birthday cake. Or the time he drove over to Steve and Robin's apartment to make sure Steve had actually turned off the stove that morning because everyone else was at work.

It doesn't fit with the way he rebuffed every attempt by Steve to get to know him better when they first met. Or this conversation he overheard between him and Chrissy about two months after Robin and Chrissy started dating. The one where Eddie had asked why Robin was always bringing that rich asshole jock over.

Everything about Eddie keeps confusing him, making the conversation he needs to have with him even harder, so he takes a sip of coffee to buy some time.

It's good, strong but not bitter, and just the right amount of milk. He hums appreciatively. "Thanks, Eddie. It’s perfect."

Eddie smiles shyly and sits across from Steve, cradling his own mug. "So, what's up, man? It seemed pretty urgent when you knocked on my door."

Steve takes a deep breath, knowing he has to get this right. "I, uh, told Max and Dustin about us. You know, the whole fake engagement thing. Only, I didn’t tell them it’s fake, obviously."

Eddie raises an eyebrow. "Yeah? And how'd they take it?"

"Well, they believed it. Max was cool about it," Steve lies, remembering how serious Max got about his issues, something he doesn't want to unpack right now. "And Dustin... well, he was a little hurt we didn't tell him sooner, but he's on board. He'll be a groomsman, just FYI." Steve pauses, rubbing his neck nervously. "The thing is, I kind of told them a story about how we got together. And I'm not sure it matches what you've been telling people.”

Eddie's eyes widen in amusement. "You made up a story? This I gotta hear."

Steve groans but feels a bit relieved that Eddie seems cool about it. “Okay, so… it had to be convincing. Max and Dustin have known me forever, so they know that I’m someone who,” Steve pauses, feeling vulnerable admitting he falls fast and hard, an incurable romantic at heart.

“Someone who…” Eddie prompts.

“Someone who usually rushes headfirst into relationships. I hook up a lot, but when I date, I fall pretty fast. Robin says I have a trigger-happy heart, whatever that means.” He knows what it means, and that Robin’s right, but Eddie doesn’t need to know that. “So I told them I had a crush on you but wasn’t sure how you felt until a movie night, where we both reached for the chips and our fingers touched, then we kissed, and the rest is history. I proposed pretty fast after that, too, because I wanted to put a ring on the guy I had been crushing on for so long. They ate the story right up.” Steve adds the last part hastily, realizing how cliché it sounds.

Eddie laughs, shaking his head. "I can't believe they just bought it like that, it sounds like something straight out of a romcom. But you know what? I kinda love it."

Steve feels almost dizzy with relief. "You do?"

"Yeah, it's cute. And I haven't told anyone yet, so we can stick to your story."

Steve lets out a sigh of gratitude for Eddie’s easy acceptance before the implications of what Eddie just said sink in.

"You haven't told anyone yet?"

The hurt in his voice is more obvious than he wants it to be, but he can't help but wonder why Eddie wouldn't tell anyone. Sure, it's not like they're in a real relationship, but it still feels like Eddie's ashamed of him or something. Deep down he knows that he's way too invested, but it's hard not to get caught up in it all.

Eddie must have heard it too, because his eyes soften as they search his face. "No, not yet. I... wasn't sure you wouldn't take it back, to be honest. And I didn't want to have to explain to people why I told them I was getting married and then had to say 'oops, my bad, never mind', y'know?"

There's some color in Eddie's cheeks and he's fiddling with his rings, his eyes darting away from Steve's. He grabs Eddie's hand and stops him from twisting his thumb ring.

"You really thought that? But - why? I mean, if anyone was going to take it back, I thought it would be you. You're doing me a huge favor here, in case you've forgotten."

Eddie's hand feels warm in his, the skin under his palm softer than he expected. He squeezes it to emphasize his words and desperately wants to give in to the urge to caress his knuckles with his thumb, too.

He doesn't, figuring it's a line he shouldn't cross.

"I told you, I don't mind. And I get something out of it too, so it's not like you're twisting my arm or anything. I guess it's just hard for me to believe that someone like you would want to marry someone like me. Even if it's a scam."

"You mean someone who's a rich asshole jock?" Steve asks, his voice bitter as he remembers Eddie's words to Chrissy.

Eddie's eyes widen in obvious surprise. "What? No! What makes you..." Eddie begins, but trails off, the color draining from his face as he curses at the realization. "You heard that, huh?"

He looks pained as he asks, his hand twitching under Steve's as if he wants to pull it away but doesn't dare.

"Yeah, I did. Sorry for eavesdropping, but you and Chrissy were discussing it right in front of the bathroom I was going to use."

Eddie groans, finally pulling his hand away so he can bury his face in his hands. His voice is muffled when he speaks.

"No. Fuck, no. I'm sorry, Steve. That was... That was before."

"Before?"

"Before! Before I got to know you. Before I realized that I might be a complete idiot who prides himself on going against the grain and being open-minded and all that shit, only to go around judging people by their appearances instead of giving them a fair chance. The only asshole in this room is me." He groans again, a sound of pain and despair. "God, I can't believe you heard that crap and went on thinking that's how I fe - that's how I see you."

"Isn't it?" Steve couldn't help but ask, stunned by the sudden turn of events. He thought that Eddie had gotten over some of his resentment over the last few years, but it's hard to believe that he sees Steve so differently.

"It isn't!" Eddie almost yells, clearly wanting Steve to believe him. Then his voice softens again, "It's not. It didn't take me long to realize that you're a really good dude, Steve.”

And that is... a lot to take in. While he may need some time to let Eddie's words sink in, his heart doesn't seem to have any trouble taking this new realization and running with it, judging by the warmth spreading through his chest.

Eddie likes him. Has for some time, it seems. Maybe not in the same way that Steve likes him, but it's nice. Really nice.

"I won't," he tells Eddie.

"You won't what?"

"Take it back. I'm still all in. That is, if you are too."

A slow smile spreads across Eddie's face, the first hint of dimples adorning his cheeks. He returns it with one of his own, and for a long moment they just look at each other, the air around them thick with something. Something he dares not name, but that makes the hairs on his arms stand up.

Then Eddie breaks the moment by shaking his head with a small chuckle. "Looks like I have to make some phone calls today and share the great news."

"Great news? Did I miss something?" Steve jokes and Eddie rolls his eyes with a scoff.

"Had a clown for breakfast, Harrington?"

Right on cue, his stomach growls loudly. "Actually, I skipped breakfast."

Their eyes meet again and they both burst out laughing. When they calm down a bit, Eddie gets up from the table and claps his hand.

"Okay, this won't do. I can't let my future husband starve before he makes me an honest man. Let's go get something to eat, on me."

Steve gets up as well, still grinning happily. "You don't have to, I can pay."

"I know I don't and I know you can. But I want to. Sometimes people want to do nice things for you too, Stevie, and you have to let them. It's rude not to, y'know. Besides," Eddie adds, his voice getting serious, "I want to make it up to you. The shit I said, I mean."

He looks so earnest that it makes Steve melt a little. It's not that he needs it, he forgave Eddie long before they ever talked about it, but it feels like Eddie does.

"Okay. Thanks, Eds. I could go for some blueberry pancakes."

"Good choice, good choice. Lou's Diner?" Eddie's smile brightens again, both cheeks now dimpled, and Steve is glad he gave in, if it means he's the one causing that look on Eddie's face.

"You know how to treat a guy."

"I try."

Eddie disappears into his room to get his wallet, then rushes back, grabs his hands and drags him toward the door.

He doesn't let go until they're both on the sidewalk, walking side by side to the diner, their fingers brushing with almost every step.

"Okay, so I'm calling my uncle and the boys today, you already told Max and Dustin. Chrissy and Robin obviously know as well. Anyone else we need to tell?"

The question makes Steve falter in his steps and Eddie, who didn't notice at first and kept walking, rushes back to him when he realizes that Steve is no longer next to him.

"What is it? Is everything okay?"

Steve shakes his head. "No. I mean, yeah, I'm fine. Everything is fine. I just remembered I have to tell my boss. And my team."

"You think they'll react badly?"

With a sigh, Steve nudges Eddie's shoulder with his own and starts walking again. It's easier to talk about it when he doesn't have to look at Eddie's face.

"I don't know," he admits. "I want to say, no, they're good people. I mean, they are. But... back in high school, I thought my friends were good people, too. That they cared about me. Turns out they didn't. My best friend, Tommy... We used to fool around sometimes. He always said it didn't mean anything, that friends help each other out sometimes, no big deal. That's bullshit, of course. I just didn't want to admit that I liked guys as much as I liked girls. Then, the first semester of senior year, I had a girlfriend that I really liked. Loved, actually. Tommy didn't take it well. I guess he was jealous because I stopped making out with him and he told everyone how I liked dick. That I was trying to touch his.” Here Steve rolls his eyes at the irony of it all. It was Tommy who had always been so eager to get his hands on Steve. “Everything changed. My teammates on the basketball team refused to change in front of me, my friends started talking about me behind my back. Even my girlfriend looked at me differently after I admitted to her that I 'kind of like boys, too'."

It's like a dam has broken, all these words coming out of him. Eddie doesn't say a word, just walks beside him and lets him get it all out. He reaches for Steve's hand again, though, holding it in his own in silent support, his thumb stroking his knuckles in much the same way Steve had dreamed of doing to Eddie earlier.

When Steve is finished, Eddie squeezes his hand.

"Did you know that about 600,000 people go missing every year in the U.S.? Who knows, maybe this Tommy will join them soon. Wouldn't that be a shame?"

Steve can't help but burst out laughing. The grin Eddie throws his way tells him that's exactly what he hoped would happen, obviously proud of himself for making Steve laugh.

"I appreciate the...offer? Threat? Fun fact? But it's okay, I'm over it. It sucked big time, but it also made me realize that they were all rich asshole jocks and I didn't want to be one of them anymore." He winks to take some of the heat out of his words.

"Okay, fine. The offer's on the table, though. But seriously, I get it. You're afraid your team will let you down like those assholes did."

"I guess. Which is probably unfair, but -"

"Once burned, twice shy."

"Exactly. Is that stupid?"

"No, it's not." Eddie reassures him. "I think it's perfectly normal to be cautious after what you've been through. But maybe your teammates are surprising you. Every time you talk about them, they sound pretty awesome and like you have a great relationship with them."

Steve didn't even realize he was talking about his teammates so much, or that Eddie was paying attention when he did.

"So how about this: Our apartment has this common area out back. We could have a little barbecue out there with Max and Dustin and the girls on the day you tell your team. That way, we can take your mind off of it if it doesn't go well, or, my personal favorite, we can celebrate that they took it well with a couple of burgers and some beer."

Eddie sounds sincere, his hand around Steve's as firm and sure as his voice.

"That... that would be great. You really think that would be okay?"

They reach Lou's Diner and Eddie turns to face him, his big brown eyes full of an emotion Steve can't name. "Yeah, I'm sure. All in, remember?"

On impulse, Steve rushes forward and wraps his arms around Eddie, pressing his face into his neck. After a moment of surprised hesitation, Eddie's arms wrap around him in return. He squeezes Steve tightly, his hand gently rubbing his back.

Steve doesn't let go for a long time.

Eddie is so screwed. He's not known for making particularly smart decisions, but this has to take the cake. Offering to fake marry the guy he's been head over heels for years.

Stupidity of epic proportions, your name is Eddie Munson.

In his defense, he didn't come up with the idea. No, that honor goes to Chrissy and Buckley. But Eddie could have said no when they pitched him their idea on how to help Steve get his inheritance and at the same time flip that horrible woman he's unfortunate enough to call Grandmother the bird.

As if Eddie has that much sense of self-preservation. It's like they never even met him. So of course he said yes, and when Steve told him, all earnest puppy eyes, that Eddie didn't have to do this, he made up a story about needing a loan for the record store he and Jeff were in the process of buying anyway. He's not looking forward to that awkward conversation when that particular truth comes out, but that's a problem for future Eddie.

Present Eddie is freaking out because past Eddie offered to throw a barbecue for Steve to make him feel better after coming out to his team at the firehouse. He invited Steve's little sister Max and made sure that Dustin came all the way from Boston to join them, with Robin, Chrissy, and Eddie there as backup in case Steve's team reacts badly and he needs his favorite people to cheer him up.

"Could you please stop freaking out, Edward? Robin and Steve are going to be here any minute and you looking like you're seconds away from bolting is not going to help anyone."

"I really don't like this tough love thing you've got going, Chris. Where's the sweet, innocent girl who ambushed me in the woods to buy weed from me and then never left?"

"She became friends with you," Chrissy quips back and presses a quick kiss to his cheek, still grinning.

Eddie, unable to keep up the fake annoyance any longer, cracks and, with a cackle of laughter, grabs his best friend and spins her around until her pearly laugh echoes through their apartment.

That's how Steve and Robin find them, clearly amused by the antics they've just seen.

"Did we miss something?" Steve asks with a smile and Eddie's heart flutters at the sight.

"Nope," he answers, popping the 'p'. "Just the usual occurrence of Chrissy being a menace to me."

"Watch it, Munson. That's my girlfriend you're talking about." Robin chimes in and walks over to greet Chrissy with a sweet kiss.

"Stevie, it is your sacred duty as my future husband to defend me!" Eddie cries out as Steve just stands there watching them with amusement.

"Oh no, no, no. I refuse to be dragged into this."

Robin actually cackles like some kind of supervillain. "Damn right. Steve knows I have access to his hair products and I have no qualms about using that knowledge against him."

Eddie throws up his arms and stalks off to the kitchen to get the things they need for the barbecue.

Later, he stands by the grill, watching Steve flip burgers with the ease of someone who’s done it a thousand times. The backyard is filled with the people closest to Steve and him, their laughter and conversation filling the common area. Eddie's heart feels incredibly full at the sight.

He nudges Steve gently. "You okay? You haven't said a word about how it went. Has me a bit worried, to be honest."

Steve nods, though Eddie can see the pensiveness in his eyes. "Yeah, I'm good. I guess it went better than I thought it would. They hated that I didn't tell them sooner, but Jim talked some sense into them. He said I didn't owe them anything and that he was sure I had my reasons."

Eddie gives him a reassuring smile. "They'll understand when you tell them what you told me. And even if you don't, it sounds like they care a great deal about you. They'll get over it."

Steve takes a deep breath and nods. "I hope you're right." Then he looks at Eddie through his lashes, a wry twist to his mouth indicating Steve thinks Eddie won't like what's coming next. "I might have invited them all to our wedding. Y'know, to make it up to them. But I'm sure I could tell them -"

"That's fine, Steve. Really. In fact, I didn't expect anything else. I was hoping Uncle Wayne would have someone his age at the wedding to talk to, and your captain sounds like the perfect guy for the job."

Eddie quickly begins to realize that he would do anything for Steve, as long as it meant Steve would look at him the way he does now. His hazel eyes are all soft and warm, the little smile that curls the corners of his mouth almost intimate. They lean in close, both gazing at each other, lost in their own little orbit. So close, Eddie can see the freckles on the bridge of Steve's nose and the swirls of gold and green in his eyes. It wouldn't take much to bridge the gap between them, just a slight tilt of his head, a few inches of space he'd need to push forward. Just a few teeny-tiny inches...

"Ew, gross! Get a room, you two. There are children present." Max's voice cuts through the thickening tension between them, startling them apart.

Steve looks at her sternly, his hands on his hips and a scowl on his face. "Excuse me?"

Eddie, on the other hand, just sticks his tongue out at her.

Dustin, who had been talking with Robin, also turns toward them, adding his own two cents. "I can't believe I didn't call this. You two are so obvious, it's embarrassing."

Usually, Eddie would tell Dustin off for his tone, maybe even tease him about missing all the clues with that genius brain of his, but that would be risky. Sure, maybe there had been clues from his side, but he sure as hell doesn’t want Steve to know that. So instead of doing one of his favorite things in the world—teasing Dustin—he keeps quiet and just rolls his eyes at him.

Steve, however, chooses a different approach. He ignores both his little sister and Dustin in favor of continuing their conversation.

"So, how did your uncle take the news of your betrothal?"

The phrasing makes Eddie laugh. "Stevie, you sound like Birdie and Chrissy made you watch Pride and Prejudice with them." When Steve doesn’t respond, only his cheeks slightly reddening, Eddie can’t help but cackle. "They did, didn’t they? Don’t worry, I’ve been swooning over Mr. Darcy since I was a teenager. I'm happy to be your Elizabeth Bennet."

For a moment, Eddie's afraid he said too much, revealed too much. But Steve’s just smiling at him like the thought amuses him, so Eddie thinks they’re good. He really hopes so, because now that Steve mentioned his talk with Wayne, he remembers the old man’s words.

When Eddie had told him about the wedding, asking if he’d come, his uncle had been surprisingly unsurprised.

"It’s that Steve fella you’re always going on about, isn’t it?" he had asked, like he’d been waiting for something like that to happen. It had made Eddie cringe. Seems like he had talked a lot more about Steve than he thought he had.

"How’d you know?" Eddie still had to ask.

"Because you’ve been smitten with that boy for years and he would be stupid not to want you back. And my nephew doesn’t fall for stupid."

It was then that Eddie had wished more than ever that he could tell Wayne the truth, ask his advice. But just like Steve, he didn’t want to pull his only family that mattered to him into his mess. Besides, Wayne sounded so happy that Eddie finally got to have the love he deserves that Eddie couldn’t bring himself to tell him that no, Steve just needed him. Liked him, maybe, from the looks of it, but not love. Never love, not for Eddie.

"Hello, Earth to Eddie. Do you copy?" Steve asks, sounding once again like the nerd Eddie knows he secretly is after years of hanging out with Dustin Henderson.

"Yeah, sorry, just remembered that I have to put the garbage bin out tomorrow."

Steve looks a bit doubtful but lets it drop. "So, your talk with your uncle, how did it go?"

"It went well. He’s excited to meet you."

Another of those soft smiles graces Steve’s face, and Eddie learns that he’s quickly becoming addicted to causing them. "Good, that’s good. Me too. He sounds great."

Only two more weeks until the most important person in his life and the guy he’s secretly in love with, whom he’s fake marrying, will meet. What could possibly go wrong?

[justhere4thevibez]

Hellcheer Hallmark Holiday

Alrighty friends, I am doing a poll (that's not really a poll) inspired by a post I saw floating around on here awhile back. I want to do a Christmas shortfic (maybe a oneshot, maybe a two- or threeshot) for hellcheer, but I don’t have an idea with that ✨️sizzle✨️ that makes the fingers go clickety click on the keyboard. SO. I'm crowdsourcing said sizzle! In the comments below, I'd love for you to write one word/phrase answers to three questions to help me set and plot my shortfic:

Job: what cheesy or classic employment does one of our mains have? (I reserve the right to pick WHICH main gets said job 😏)

Side character: what ST beloved MUST be in this fic? (You may elaborate here, but I might finagle it a bit to my liking 😉)

Plot device: what classic hallmark shenaniganry should I include to get our intrepid mains together? (This is a lighthearted/fluffier fic, so nothing too devastating pls)

You have until... whenever I say... to offer suggestions! Thanks in advance, my loves!

[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. 

[mistysharks]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @hilarychuff thank you! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

11! For now:)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

75,643

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Stranger Things for now! I would love to branch out but the hyperfocus does what it wants and I am just along for the ride!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I'm Stupid (Do Me) Steddie/M/Getting together/first time (first one I wrote of them!)

All you have is your fire (and the place you need to reach) Hellcheerington/E/Sex Pollen

Five times Steve Walked in on Eddie and Chrissy (And one time they walked in on him) Hellcheer + Hellcheerington Pre-slash/M/Accidental Voyeurism

5 times Steve absolutely didn't have a bisexual meltdown (and one time he did) Hellcheer + Hellcheerington/M/Getting together

Some lonely night we can get together (and I'm gonna tie your wrists with leather) E/Hellcheerington/ final part of my Vampire Eddie and Chrissy series!

(I need to start doing shorter titles :') )

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Almost always, though it might take me a while! I always appreciate them all <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ok so honestly? I don't do angst much haha, and literally never sad endings. Its all gonna be tied up with a neat little happy bow from me, baby! I think I left chapter 3 of Bardic Inspiration in a pretty sad state - does that count?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Orgasms cout, right? ;D Right now what comes to mind though is the only fix-it fic I've really written - (I only need) the working of my hands Where I give Hellcheer the happy, sexy ending they deserve (but make it Sapphic with a side of coming back wrong)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet! Fingers crossed it remains that way! I usually try and stay miles away from any fandom drama tbh

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I am determined to! Like sure I would call some of what I've already written smut but I feel like I'm not quite fully there yet. I haven't fully realised the lengths of perversion/intimacy hyperfixation that sits in my mind! Its an ongoing process hehe

Regarding what flavour of smut I write, its always queer, soft, and a little gothic in the undertones... Would love to do some more genderqueer stuff in the future as well

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not yet! I'm not against them, and I loove a good AU, but nothing has stuck so far. Maybe one day I'll write that Stranger Things Persona 4 AU. (look it would work so well!! Eddie as Kanji makes me feral ngl)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I love that that is a thing people do <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but that would be super fun! I tried RP once couldn't get into it:( Sharing ideas and bouncing plot points is always fun though:)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Thats too hard! I'm just gonna do a current top 5 lol 1. Steddie 2. Hellcheerington 3. Hellcheer 4. Lan Zhan/Wei Ying (Untamed) 5. Kanji/Naoto(P4)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have 2 unpublished, lengthy chapters of a Steddie pirate AU that I love but I really don't know how to keep going with :(

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm pretty proud of how I set the mood of a scene - the colours, the light, the sounds... just hinting at a feeling without describing the feeling itself.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I can like, either do super dialogue heavy bits, or really descriptive bits, and its so hard to marry the two together!! ahh!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Look english is hard enough lol

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry potter haha, wrote some truly terrible angsty self-insert when i was 14 (luckily that is gone forever!!)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Honestly, I really love When I am done, its such a snap-shot kind of fic, and its got such a mood that I love. Keeping a one-shot simple and to the point is really difficult, and I think this one is my best attempt at it.

Thanks for tagging me as always, Hil! I'm tagging whoever reads this hehe - if you made it this far you should totally do it too (these are fun!)

[a-strange-inkling]

I LOVE Old Haunts ❤️❤️❤️❤️

A few questions:

Do you have a link to your Pinterest???? I'd love to see your inspiration

Would you ever do a post for Chrissy's outfits during the 1986 timeframe? We don't really see her outwith the cheerleading uniform but I feel you would come up with something great

Also would you do further outfit posts on 90s Chrissy for fall, Christmas and spring/summer?

No pressure though 💐

Oh! Thank you! 🥰🥰🥰

I actually have been moving my pins to a new account I just made that’s dedicated only to hellcheer (some plain st stuff too) and my fics. I was using my personal one for everything before and it was sort of haphazard. You’re more than welcome to check it out, not everything’s transferred over yet and it still needs some work, but lots of stuff to see if you’re interested: https://pin.it/1lCFbpQ

DISCLAIMER: All boards are just concepts and ideas, nothing pinned means it’s necessarily OH canon (just so I don’t start controversies over the wedding dress, I haven’t decided on a particular one yet, but I do want it to be a little vintage cause I think Chrissy might wear May’s old dress 😭😭😭)

Oh anon, ask and ye shall receive! I have so many pins for her 80s highschool looks, you’re more than welcome to see the rest on the board, but here’s a preview:

So, we only ever had these two outfits outside of her cheer uniform

So, I’ve always assumed my girl likes her pastels 😝 (the pink sleeveless dress is probably a homecoming look, I side with Captain Grace and go along with her headcanon that she had a yellow/gold prom dress even though instinctively I’d have thought blue or pink)

And yesss 90s fall! She really is quite taken with brown 🤎🤎🤎

And some Christmas/New Years looks, she goes all out for Christmas, it’s her favorite holiday:

And my favorite thing is that being a 90s mom, you know for a fact she and the girls got the matching Christmas dresses from Sears like this:

because she had to, it’s a right of passage 🤣

And also she totally rocked one of these flannel granny night dresses their first Christmas in Chicago when she was pregnant with Livvy:

[notquitecogent]

Year End Fic Review

year end fic review!

tagged by @luuver3 & @alittleillusionmachine

1. what is your ao3 account?

notquitecogent

2. how many words did you write in total in 2022?

14,874. I only started writing in September though.

3. how many fics did you publish in 2022? how many multi chapters vs one shots?

four – two one-shots and two two-shots. i'd like to give multi-chap a go but i don't think i have the patience?? i prefer to write little self-contained snippet-y things.

4. what was your longest fic? your shortest fic?

longest complete is netflix and thrill, but two nights will be longer once i finish part two. shortest is look me in the eye (tell me i'm the one).

5. what was your most popular fic? what was your least popular fic?

by number of hits is netflix and thrill, most popular by kudos and bookmarks is baby i'm yours now (dreaming a connection). least popular is two nights.

6. what fic didn't perform as well as you thought it would?

i didn't think any of them would perform well, so they all exceeded my expectations.

7. what fic performed way better than you thought it would?

all of them! look me in the eye (tell me i'm the one) has had really good feedback - much better than i thought it would. i love it when commenters tell me their favourite lines, and everyone seemed to have a different one for that fic. baby i'm yours now (dreaming a connection) also got a lot of bookmarks and i was so flattered by that.

8. what was your favourite fic you wrote from 2022?

the first one: baby i'm yours now (dreaming a connection). i wrote it really quickly for @majicmarker – it's a different style than i usually do and i just really felt connected to eddie's POV.

9. what was your favorite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022?

there are like five million. there are so many incredible writers for the ships i love, and for that i am extremely grateful! here is a by-no-means-exhaustive rec list: for stranger things/hellcheer: teen beat by @floggingink (god-tier literary masterpiece. i honestly feel like i'm not even smart enough to fully appreciate how good it is) reality and other highs by @chrissy-n-eddie voted most likely to run away with you by @blondiest it's nice to have a friend by @cunnninghams marigold by @hangon-silvergirl dirtbag and sick part of a sick thing by @bettsfic to get my soul known again by @staceymcgillicuddy someone reaching back for me and what a lovely way to burn by @enoughtotemptme if we don't leave this town (we might never make it out) by @astorytotellyourfriends baby, then you're in luck by @majicmarker (the GOAT of demisexual Eddie) and it will take a while (to make you smile) by Ao3 user shroomyystar for euphoria/fexi: folsom prison blues by Ao3 user blu1376 (one of the first and an absolute classic of the fexi genre) and no drugs for lexi howard, bye by @changeyourwholepitch everything nice by @actnatural-ly a thrill beyond compare by @stannisfactions (i also loved the fic where lexi is a therapist with about a million ethics violations but i think it got deleted) orange peel by @charmtion one that really screams and sore must be the storm by @shesonlylittle time is on my side by @wrylywriting pick up from the last place by Ao3 user gigi_originally velveteen rabbit by Ao3 user pastaslut knew you'd linger by Ao3 user crookedqueen with lovers and friends, i can still recall by Ao3 user ScarlettWoman710

10. tag your friends to do this year-end fic review as well! I think everyone has been tagged but if you haven't go right ahead!!

[staceymcgillicuddy]

First Lines Game

Rules: Post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven’t written ten fics, share as many first sentences as you have.

I was tagged by @khaleesa and @bisexualchrissycunningham. I've also been tagged in the 'last line written' meme and I'm going to get to that one, too. I'm not sure I have 10 fics to post, but I'll see what I can do.

Eddie flexes his fingers against the grooved steering wheel, wincing when his knuckles pop. (to get my soul known again, hellcheer, WIP)

“… now invite our first-class passengers to board. First-class passengers only, at this time. Thank you.” (If She Lived in Space, Man, I'd Build a Plane, hellcheer, complete)

Chrissy rubs her hands together and studies her fingertips, wondering if they’re in any danger of frostbite. (Trudge on Home to Celebrate, hellcheer, complete)

Eddie slaps a hand to the side of his neck where damp curls are plastered to sweaty skin. (Untitled Hellcheer WIP, to be posted when I'm dead, probably)

They’re in the parking lot of a Texaco the first time Eddie broaches the topic. (Untitled pegging fic, Hellcheer, WIP, might never post)

“I can’t believe we’re standing in a line for this.” (Novella, original work, WIP, will never finish)

The first time Tammy Thompson walks through the doors of Family Video in a mohair sweater and a miniskirt, Robin spontaneously combusts. (Robin-centric fic I wrote post-S3 and never posted and now I'm glad I didn't because Tammy sounds like a muppet and I ship Robin with so many other people)

There’s nothing to notice about her—this mousy kid who sits in front of him in the freshman English class he’s being forced to repeat.  (Untitled Jopper I never got the balls to post, also post-S3; I hate reading writing that's more than a couple of years old.)

There’s a man sitting on the front stoop, and it takes Batman a second to realize it’s Superman. (This one's from an old fandom and I replaced the actual names with Batman and Superman because I can and it makes me laugh.)

“He doesn’t like to be touched,” Nico said. (Another as-yet-unpublished fic from that same old fandom. Nico's an OC.)

So, basically, I have three posted works, a billion aborted starts, a few Hellcheer things in progress, and uh... yep. Also, apparently I weirdly like starting Hellcheer fics with hands and fingers. Thanks, Joe Quinn's knuckles, I guess.

Tagging @cunnninghams, @joansblondells @deliriumsdelight7 @hangon-silvergirl and anyone who hasn't yet been tagged.

[pearlypairings]

WIP Weekend Challenge

soooo you might be thinking... "pearly didn't you do this challenge already?" and I'd say yes mutuals and friends I did....But what about second breakfast...er WIP challenge (I have so many WIPs and @lonelyspectator12 just tagged me so why the hell not!)

In a reblog (or new post w/rules attached), post up to five (5) file names of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the file name is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

WIP bonus files: (still stranger things, but either gen or non-hellcheer pairings)

Haircheer

Max's Letters

TP x ST teens

(lol can you guess the pairing for the first one based on my made-up ship name?)

Snippet from "Haircheer" which is my little experiment to see if I have it in me to write a full, organized long fic for a new pairing....

Jason’s focus stayed fixed on Chrissy as he walked up with a shiny smile amidst the chatty cheerleaders. Chrissy pulled away to meet him halfway and Steve glanced away when Jason leaned down to kiss her. Not his place to stare. Steve grabbed his bag to leave, skulk out of the gym with the rest of the underlings trying out for the cheer team, his new competition. “King Steve!” Steve winced a moment, before changing up his expression to a wide grin. Turning around, he spread his arms wide to greet his (unknown to them) former teammates. “Jason. Pat. Seems you missed the action.” “Chris can’t pay attention when I’m around, right babe?” He squeezed her sides in a tight tickle until she squealed and swatted him away.  “Besides I only like watching one girl cheer for us, no need to scope out the rest.” Jason hugged an arm over Chrissy’s shoulders, pulling her in close. Her face was rosy while her eyes lowered to the sealed waxfloor. Patrick next to them shrugged, disinterested in being the obvious third wheel. “You know one of the new girls?” Patrick raised a curious brow, innocent and offering an escape for both of them. Steve shook his head. “Nah, no. I, um, well I—”

My inbox is still open for asks about the last post's wips or these additional ones :) keep me productive loves!

I've already tagged some pals last time, so if anyone else has WIPs that need encouragement this is me poking youto add just three sentences to that stubborn fic.

[lovemewednesdays]

18!!!!

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

I chose a passage from my Hellcheer Christmas fic, Once Bitten, Twice Shy, that Julia mentioned in her lovely comment!

In his weaker moments, Eddie had thought it for the best. Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson wouldn’t be able to give Chrissy the kind of life she deserved, not at that moment –– maybe not ever. Maybe this Dorian kid would. He could shower Chrissy with all the diamonds, pearls, and comforts she desired. But Eddie knew that no one could love Chrissy better than he could. That’s what always brought him back from the dark, Chrissy-less abyss. He might not have much, but Eddie Munson loved Chrissy Cunningham more than anything, and he would do anything to make her happy. And as sappy as that fucking was (if the band ever found out he thought like that, Eddie would never live it down), it was all that mattered.

So. I really love the good girl/bad boy-from-the-wrong-side-of-the-tracks dynamic. And Hellcheer has it in spades. So, of course, Eddie worries that he won't be able to give Chrissy the life she deserves. The material things, at least. She's a five-bedroom colonial, he's trailer park, y'know?

But Eddie would love Chrissy so much, and so much better than the other people in her life, that he can't help it. She's it for him. And yeah, money might be tight for a few years, but they'll get through.

(And if you ask Chrissy, she doesn't need fancy things anyway. She just needs Eddie.)

[deliriumsdelight7]

TMI Tuesday

WELP I had a migraine yesterday, which forced me to use my second to last sick day for the year. On the bright side, I got over 1k words written for my Hellcheer vampire oneshot. If all goes to plan, I should have it out later this week - possibly broken up into smaller chapters. We’ll see.

My Rumbelle Pushing Daisies AU will NOT be done before the end of the month as I’d hoped. This “oneshot” is definitely going to be 2-4 chapters long. My plan is to finish the story as a whole and post the chapters on a weekly schedule.

And actually, this might be what I do for my (relatively) short stories from here on out: write them to completion and post chapters weekly. Maybe it’ll result in more finished works. Or maybe I’ll get frustrated and either lose interest or post what I’ve got, resulting in another WIP. We’ll see!

I also have my Snamione oneshot, which is a struggle, tbh. I haven’t really entered Snamione fandom spaces, so I don’t know what the popular headcanons are. Also, this is a PWP sequel to another author’s fic, which is a lot of pressure because 1.) I don’t do PWP and 2.) if this author doesn’t like it, I will die a little inside. So. There’s that.

Anyway! A little over a week until September, when I can start my next Hellcheer “oneshot” (which will definitely be a multichap but I’m tricking myself into writing it all at once).

If this post seems more rambly than usual it’s because it’s almost 3am and I’m still coming down from a migraine. So… yeah. Hop into my inbox!

[prismatica-the-strange]

✍️ for Peri, Ada and Mika pls! (From the in-canon ask game, if you're still doing that)

✍️: Overall, how does the fandom treat you? Are you a beloved character, or hated? Are you popular, or a minor side character? Anything in between?

Ada: I don't think Ada would be that popular. I think fandom would like Hector and Maeve better, but she would have some loyal fans of whom she would be their poorest little meow-meow. I would consider her a second or third lead since the Maeve storyline seems to be b-plot. I also think Fandom would villainize her in a lot of Hector x Maeve fics.

Mika: Mika would be pretty popular and well loved. That being said so is Eddie and she would also be villainized in fic to make Steddie, HellCheer and x reader content. But like the HellCheer shippers Eddie and Mika would have a plethora of fic and content devoted to them.

Now I'm still working on Cori, so this might change: Cori starts out as a minor character in the second half of season one when she shows up in flashbacks then at Meat Cute, and ends up screwing Blaine in the bathroom. In season 2 she slowly starts to become a little more of a major player. I think she'd have a bunch of horny fans that would give her the anime babygirl treatment.

And I mean the dumbed down bimbo thing because she likes soft colors and is sexualy forward with what she wants. Thankfully there would be at least a few competent fangirls that would know how to write her.

While there are some Blaine x reader fics, there would be more Blaine x Cori ones. And tons of gifsets of them.

[ghostlynimbus]

Fic Stats Meme

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

thank you for tagging me @imsodishy

Most Hits: What Happened to Draco Malfoy (Hits: 231,853) Drarry, post war, A/B/O, E

Draco Malfoy has been missing since the end of the war. Harry has moved on, mostly. But when, years later, Draco is found in an auror raid of an illegal omega trafficking ring both their lives are changed.

Second Most Kudos: Cinnamon Spice (Kudos: 2,058) Harringrove, A/B/O, secret!omega!Billy, M

The kids are at that age where they’re all starting to present. Steve, the party’s new babysitter and unofficial pack alpha, is stressed enough about the whole thing without volatile alpha Billy continuing to show up at inopportune moments. (A ‘Billy is secretly an omega’ AU)

Third Most Comments: There’s A Rumor Going ‘Round (About Me & You) (Comments: 296) Hellcheer, Accidental/Teen Pregnancy, Slow Burn, Friendship & Found Family, M

Chrissy’s made some bad decisions and big mistakes in the past, but this… this takes the (forbidden) cake. A teen pregnancy AU featuring found family, misunderstandings, and shenanigans. Set in a timeline where some of the stuff from the show still happened, but the monsters and magic are replaced with more mundane alternatives.

Fourth Most Bookmarks: Courting the King (Bookmarks: 93) Harringrove, A/B/O, T

Billy Hargrove isn't really big on traditions. But Hawkins is a small town, with old fashioned sensibilities, and he’s willing to try anything that might win him King Steve’s affections. (An attempt to explore traditional courting methods in a modern A/B/O setting.)

Fifth Most Words: What The Fuck Is An Omega? (13,504 words) Reddie, Post ch 2, one sided A/B/O, E

Eddie survives round two against the evil clown, barely. Richie knows he should just be grateful, he should just count his lucky stars that the love of his life didn't die in that deep dark pit. But things are getting weird, and Richie has good reason not to trust weird in Derry. A one-sided A/B/O AU.

Least Words: Course He Did (255 words) Argyle & Max Mayfield, post s4 part 1, not s4 pt 2 compliant, past Argyle & Billy Hargrove, G

When the groups finally team up again, Argyle recognizes a familiar face amongst the Hawkins group.

Anyone who sees this and wants to do it (or do it again is welcome to say i tagged them (i always love to be tagged in fic lists it gives me more things to read)

[werepuppy-steve]

i might as well let the rest of you read them too bc this fic has grabbed me by the balls

under the (very long and explicit) cut: platonic hellcheer smut, inklings of platonic steddissy smut, established steddie. slight daddy kink. friends fucking friends bc sex is fun and feels good.

*this all takes place in the same fic but at different times

chrissy tips her head back as eddie's soft lips trail gentle kisses from under her ear and down the line of her throat, stopping briefly to suck a mark on the curve of her jaw.

"can't believe no one's ever thought to take their time with you," eddie comments against her flushed skin, adjusting his hold on her waist as she shifts in his lap. "someone as sweet as you, you should always feel good." he moves to her other side and scrapes his teeth against her earlobe, making chrissy shudder and press closer to him. "you gonna let me make you feel good, princess?"

"mhm-hm," chrissy whimpers, biting her lip. "make me feel good, eddie. please."

eddie hums, warm and patient. "i gotcha, sweetheart." he presses their lips together and kisses her slow, sighing into her mouth as their tongues slide together. chrissy's arms wind their way around his neck, eddie's hands sliding up under her t-shirt to rest on her back.

chrissy could easily become addicted to this, she realizes as she buries one hand in eddie's hair, their kisses deepening. eddie letting out his own small sounds against her lips, like he's enjoying this as much as her. the little zings of pleasure rippling up and down her spine and making her throb between her legs.

she's suddenly jealous of steve, if this is the way eddie makes him feel all the time.

chrissy breaks the kiss with a soft gasp as she rolls her hips onto the prominent bulge in eddie's pajama pants. it presses against her cunt so deliciously through her thin sleep shorts, she can't help but to grind down on it again, whimpering.

"that's it, honey," eddie coos, lips attaching to her throat again. "take it slow, don't rush yourself." he brushes her hair off her shoulder and nibbles behind her ear.

as chrissy walks down the hall to his bedroom, eddie turns to steve. "you don't, like, mind that we do this, do you?" he asks, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes wide and searching.

steve huffs a laugh. "do i mind that you're fucking your best friend? a thing that i suggested in the first place?"

"well, yeah." eddie fidgets with his rings. "i know you're the one who suggested it, but these things can backfire, you know? you can realize you're not actually okay with it, or you can get tired of it and jealous and say i'm cheating–"

"eddie." steve steps forward into his space and places a reassuring kiss on his lips. "baby, i promise you i don't mind it, okay? if you want to have sex with your friends just for the sake of connecting and feeling good, that's okay. you're not cheating on me. what you and chrissy do behind that door is between you and her, as long as you're both comfortable."

eddie takes a deep breath and lets steve's words sink in, shaking his arms out and stamping out the nerves on the linoleum. he kisses steve once more with a "thank you, baby" and "i love you so much, i promise" before following chrissy to his room and shutting the door behind him.

steve grabs some snacks and makes himself comfortable on the couch with the tv remote. it's silent in the trailer, save for the tv, for about twenty minutes.

and then steve's ears pick up the faint sounds of moaning.

there's only one set, and judging by the pitch, it's chrissy. he clutches the remote in his hand and tries to keep his focus on the tv instead of letting his mind wander to what they're doing.

(chrissy, naked and laying back on eddie's pillows, with eddie licking and sucking at her pussy, his tongue swirling around her clit and fucking into her wet little hole.)

his cock gives an interested twitch in his jeans at the uptick in chrissy's voice, getting a little more broken and desperate, like—

steve's face burns with the realization and his cock is suddenly fully hard and pressing against his zipper.

like she's about to come.

and she does, a minute later, mewling like a goddamn kitten that he wants sitting on his cock yesterday.

still, steve resists the urge to touch himself. he hopes, a little selfishly, that that's it, that's all chrissy came over for and eddie will see her out the door with a kiss and then take care of steve's little problem like a good boyfriend.

he should've known better. eddie never lets him off with just one orgasm, why would chrissy be any different?

the sound of skin slapping against skin is heard before the squeaking of the bedframe, followed by the cacophony of their moans coiled together into one harmony—eddie's grunts and moans layering over chrissy's whines.

steve breaks when there's words added to the mix, a desperate, "yes, please" and a deep moan of "that's fucking it, baby."

steve unzips his jeans a pulls his cock out at lightning speed, stroking himself to the rhythm of the bed squeaking. it's hitting the wall now, and steve has to squeeze the base of his dick so he doesn't come too early at the thought of eddie pounding into someone that isn't him.

fuck, his boyfriend is fucking someone else, and clearly enjoying it, while steve is still in the trailer. he shouldn't be getting off to this. it feels dirty and wrong, but so so hot, hearing someone use his dick for their pleasure.

steve arches his back against the couch and digs his ass into the cushions, his hand going faster, biting his lip to keep himself quiet even though he wasn't afforded the same courtesy. there's a couple of smacks thrown in, followed by pleased yelps and goddamn, if the mental picture of chrissy cunningham being fucked from behind as eddie spanks her perky little ass doesn't do it for him.

when she comes this time, there's no warning, just the high pitched squeal of her coming with his boyfriend's cock buried in her pussy, no doubt clenching around him and begging for him to come inside her and fill her up.

he doesn't know if eddie does or not, is the thing. doesn't know if they use condoms or if chrissy is on the pill. doesn't know if eddie spills his cum so deep inside of her that it takes, making sure her sloppy cunt is bred nice and full.

(she is on the pill. made sure eddie knew that before they started fooling around. all it took for him to ditch the condom a month into it was her riding him and squeezing her tits and begging with those pretty baby blues and filthy mouth because eddie has unleashed a feral sex demoness, "wanna feel you, daddy, wanna feel your big cock come in my tight little pussy, mmh, you want that? yeah? wanna fill my little cunt with your cum?" and the next thing eddie knows is he's pulling out of her to yank the condom off and pinning her under him so he can fuck her full like she wants.)

that's the thought that does it. steve comes so hard that he bites his lip, ignores the taste of blood as he shoots all over his fist. it feels like he comes forever, his hips thrusting upwards of their own accord with the aftershocks, sweating and panting.

eddie and chrissy are quiet with their own come down, eddie no doubt holding chrissy close and making sure she knows she did good and that he's proud of her, because he's good like that. he cares about other people's well being.

(their legs are tangled together as eddie holds her close, letting her tuck her face in his neck. her hips are still twitching and she can feel his cum leaking from her stretched hole.

"pretty girl," eddie praises, kissing the top of her head and stroking up and down her back. "took my cock so well, babygirl, so proud of you."

chrissy mewls and shifts her hips so she can rub her wet slit along eddie's soft cock. eddie hisses and nips at her shoulder when chrissy giggles.

"careful, sweetheart," he warns. "m'not up for a second round quite yet." plus, he hasn't forgotten about steve, who no doubt heard everything.

chrissy only hums and rolls onto her back, spreading her legs and reaching between them. "clean me up, then?"

eddie groans. "you're killing me, darling," he grouses, but slithers down the bed to do as he's told anyway.)

it gives steve enough time to tuck himself back in his jeans, sans wiping up, because he wants eddie to do that for him, is feeling a little vulnerable himself and needing his boyfriend's cuddles and affection just as much.

the two eventually emerge from the bedroom some time later. chrissy's face is flushed and her eyes are still glassy as she walks down the hall a little jelly-legged. definitely the signs of someone who just had a good fuck.

eddie doesn't look any better, with his hair a tangled mess and his lips red and swollen. steve suddenly wants to kiss him to see if he can still taste chrissy's slick on his tongue.

he can ask about tasting it from the source a different time.

they stop at the front door and eddie dips down to kiss her, soft and gentle, and steve's own lips tingle with want.

"get home safe," eddie tells her as he opens the door with one last parting peck.

chrissy smiles up at him, serene and relaxed, and nods before turning to wave at steve. "bye, steve," she says, her voice scratchy. "thanks for letting me borrow him." and then she's gone.

and steve is left with a mess in his jeans and the embers of a dormant fire in his belly.

eddie hums in steve's ear from where he's sat behind him, his hand finding steve's hard cock like a compass finding north and stroking him slowly.

steve moans and lets his head fall back on eddie's shoulder as he grips his boyfriend's thigh and thrusts his hips up in tandem.

"and what's your favorite position to a have a girl in, stevie?" he asks, neither of their eyes leaving chrissy's writhing form on the bed.

it takes steve a minute to answer, his mind already going syrupy just from the feeling of eddie jerking him off and from watching chrissy pleasure herself for them.

"i like-" his adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly. "i like getting her on her back and putting her leg over my shoulder," he answers. "so i can get my cock deep inside her every time."

from the bed, chrissy moans, high and breathy, like she's just pictured it in her mind, and finally, finally eases the tip of the dildo inside of her with a gasp.

steve can feel the hard line of eddie's cock on his back so he pushes back on it. decides to tease. "you know that feeling, eds?" he brings a hand up to play with his own nipples as he fucks up into eddie's grip, precum coating his boyfriend's fingers. "fucking love that feeling, of sliding my cock inside a tight, wet pussy, feeling her squeeze me when she comes."

eddie's hand stutters and his own dick lurches at the memory of how tight chrissy was when he fucked her that first time. "i do know that feeling, baby," he moans, his free hand coming down to play with steve's balls. "is that what you want? you wanna make chrissy come on this big cock?"

steve throws his head back with a whine, his cock pulsating. "please, eddie, please can i? wanna feel her come so bad."

please be nice, this is just a fun little fic that comes to me in jagged pieces!

pour one out for @steddie-island for enduring my smutty ramblings 🥲

[munninghams]

☆ munninghams’ massive hellcheer masterpost ☆

well! i promised a big one. here it is :) hopefully people get some use out of this! i devoured a crazy amount of fics in an alarmingly short amount of time and nothing would make me happier than sharing them with u all. :) DISCLAIMER however. i read so manhy fuckin fics lmao. so this is part 1. ladies and theydies and everyone else, without further ado... them.

MULTICHAPS - COMPLETED

put your lips close to mine (as long as they don’t touch) - @percyjacksonfan3 

Here's the thing about Chrissy Cunningham: she actually is the straight laced dependable good girl that everyone thinks she is. 

She's also, until she starts having these weird visions that make her feel like she's going out of her mind, insanely bored.

 Or, alternatively, the fix-it AU where Chrissy doesn't die and she and Eddie try and figure out what the hell is going on with her. And with them. Also, the usual gang is there. Eventually. Because these two need some serious help fighting demons and figuring out that they are not just friends.

this is one of the best fics i’ve ever read. can’t recommend enough! vecna au, it feels ripped straight out of canon. the first hellcheer fic i read and what started the obsession!

someone reaching back for me - @enoughtotemptme

The first time Eddie Munson watches Chrissy Cunningham die isn't the worst. It's the second, because he had thought she was going to live this time.

//

The universe made a cosmic mistake the day Chrissy Cunningham was allowed to die. It set off a chain of events that led to catastrophe, at first local, then global, and eventually interdimensional. It led to the end of all there is, was, and would ever be.

But the universe is rather interested in self-preservation. It couldn’t save itself in the future, but it could save itself then.

If only someone would get it right.

vecna timeloop au. fuckin BANGER of a fic. a little angst, of course, (okay, kind of a lot) but it’s very worth it!!! 

graceland, too. (whatever she wants) - @cunnninghams

“Have you ever thought about anything you want to do before you die?”

“Who said anything about dying? I’m gonna live forever, Cunningham. A modern day Dracula, if you will.”

“… those bats didn’t bite you that hard.”

***

tired of living in fear after helping save hawkins, chrissy decides to make a bucket list. and who better to help cross things off than her unlikely new best friend, eddie munson.

bucketlist au baby! kind of a vecna au? the party defeats him anyway and this takes plce after that. sweet fluffy story (with a hint of angst) and rebel chrissy, which i love. so good ♥

ride the sky - @deathinasmalltown

He tucks his tin lunchbox under his arm, shoves the door open, and stumbles inside—

It’s very obviously not a bathroom, as he gets an eyeful of someone’s pale ass, against white sheets.

“Uh, sorry. My bad,” he mumbles at the two teenagers fucking on the bed.

They’re far too into it to even notice that he barged in on them. Well, he’d argue that the girl might be overselling it, if her exaggerated moans are anything to go by—he’s seen enough porn to know an actress when he sees one…or hears one, more like.

He tries to back out of the room as quickly and quietly as possible, but he yelps in shock at being blocked from leaving. He twists towards the person in his way just as he’s roughly shouldered to the side by a flurry of strawberry blonde hair.

yall. this one is so good lol. eddie is so funny and their chemistry is off the charts. it’s a big fuck jason carver from me! high school au, no vecna.

you really got me now. - @ melodicvinyl

Eddie Munson is not a hero. He’s the first one to admit that, and so even he is surprised when, two weeks into attending Hawkins University, he rescues a cheerleader.

Chrissy Cunningham is finally free of Oakview, Indiana and, most importantly, her mother. She's never felt at home anywhere until she meets a metalhead who lends her his pajamas and walks her home in the morning.

A 1980s College AU.

WOOOO BOY. i don’t even have words for this one. so good. college fluff, no vecna. it’s like chicken soup for the soul. can’t reccomend enough. there’s a sequel that’s incredible.

it’s different for girls - @adelaideelaine

Chrissy Cunningham experiences an unexpected sexual awakening during her senior year of high school.

exactly what it sounds like; chrissy coming to terms with herself and her life. so good. their chemistry in this one is PALPABLE. everything by this author is amazing!!! no vecna au <3

duality - @broomclosetkink

“Holy fuck, did I take acid?” he asks. Because he’s staring at himself in the mirror, but he is Chrissy Cunningham. Her hair is messy from being slept on, her face is bare of make-up, and she’s wearing a soft pink gown nightgown. It has little white flowers on it and a lace ribbon. He can see her nipples through the thin fabric.

“What the fuck,” he whispers. “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.” Chrissy’s face twists with his expressions, and Chrissy’s mouth forms the words, and Chrissy’s voice is a little hysterical in the big room.

OR

Eddissy Bodswap!AU

MAN y’all this is SUUUCH a good one lmao. i’ll happily read fifty fics with the same premise, but what i love about this one is that i haven’t seen this premise before or since i read this fic. sweet, heartwarming, sexy, and i cried. what more do you need!

tenderness - @adelaideelaine

Eddie Munson is determined to keep his head down and get through his last summer as a counselor at Camp Hawkins Lake (aka Camp Hawk)...until a certain cheerleader-turned-lifeguard catches his eye.

yeah baby! hot and heavy at a summer camp. literally what more can you ask for. no vecna here, just hot wet american summer vibes.

you drew stars around my scars - @em_jaye 

Hellfire Ink,” she repeated, glancing around the still-unsettled front room. “You’re a…tattoo parlor?”

“No,” he shook his head. “We specialize in Satanic calligraphy.”

Chrissy stared at him for a long beat before she snorted and covered her mouth to hide a laugh. Suddenly, Eddie wanted to make her do that again. And again.

THEE hellcheer flower shop/ tattoo parlor au. i reread this hoe and cry all the time. it’s so sweet, the story is so satisfying, and the characters feel like canon even in an au. so good!

of roses and thorns - CaCD

A soulmate AU

In a world where you share all your feelings with someone you most likely will never get to meet, Chrissy is trying at all costs to keep her head above water as she lives a life she has never got to choose for herself.

Enters Eddie, the last person she would have thought could bring happiness into her life. He shows her how to roll a joint, how to take control of her life and, maybe, if she finds the courage to meet him halfway, how to follow the string in her heart all the way to the other end.

Or: Chrissy and Eddie are soulmates, but things are never just that simple

one thing about me is that i love a mf soulmate au. and i’ve never seen two kids that are soulmates more than chrissy and eddie. a really good one.