#Eddissy safe space

[flairfulboi]

Ayo kinnies of stranger things I’ve made a discord server you might wanna check it out. Adults only and we do not hate on hell cheer alright! https://discord.gg/8DqmKKyN

[obsessedwithallthingsbooks]

The duffers really sank eddissy but are trying to make the Steve x Nancy ship sail im having a conniption

[bowiebond]

Stëddies: “Let’s best harringrove shippers by making more fics than them!”

Us: So, argilly, byergrove, mungrove/Harringroveson, stommy/tomgrove/keg boys, what’s our numbers at? Under 500? Near nonexistent? We can work with that, I’m cheering you on to create what you want!

HELLCHEER! WHERE WE AT? Oh? Okay not bad, babes, keep doing your things. Here’s a smooch for your efforts and general kindness. You truly understand the appeal of the bad boy/outcast x prep dynamic and how one characters inherent kindness can create a safe space for another stuck in abusive households.

Harringrove? Quality over quantity, I respect that. And all that character building for both Steve and Billy, gorgeous! You really understand the potential of their characters as individuals and a pair.

Billy Stans? Oh, impressive metas! And spending your extra time delving into bipoc characters who didn’t get the respect they deserved from the duffers? Fantastic! Keep up the good work!

So! 👏🏻 where’s the in-fandom drama???

…Oh, nobody’s fighting each other in our fandom? We all respect each other’s opinions and encourage beginning writers to write and play with conflicting dynamics? You guys are even supporting rarepair/eddissy shippers riddled with antis and each other? And creating gorgeous wlw works on the side for Max, El, Robin, Chrissy, Vickie and Heather? Fabulous!

Happy to hear it. I’m glad we as a whole tend to get along and respect other people and their opinions, as well as their ships.

[chrissy-wakeup]

Eddie + Chrissy, Hellcheer, Eddissy, what-have-you:

The thing that draws us into this pairing is more than just two people who are attractive and well-matched. It goes deeper than we realize. These are people who have suffered in silence. Been pigeonholed. Labeled. A bad boy and good girl trope, at first glance. But it’s so much more. The bad boy, who isn’t bad, but has endured poor circumstances. And a good girl, who yes is good, but not in the way that you think. She has to endure this goodness for the sake of others. Both hiding parts of themselves, both unsure if they will ever be truly accepted.

They find solace in each other in a quiet moment, both seeing who they truly are in a few exchanged words. And in these brief moment we see two people who could end up sharing a world on their own. Being completely at ease with being the themselves. They are now sharing a space with someone who accepts them. The real them. Someone who wants the best for them, someone who wants to see them happy.

True love isn’t selfish, it gives more than it takes. If you have two people willing to give what the other needs, it’s balanced. True love is wanting the other person to feel safe, to feel trusted and secure.

What we saw with Eddie and Chrissy wasn’t just a good ship, we witnessed true love blossoming between two people. And the fact that it was there and taken away so quickly is what hurts the most.

Joseph and Grace gave us something we don’t see too often in fiction, and that’s why we have clung to these characters. And that’s also why I’m sad.

Thank god for fanfiction. And thank you every single AO3 writer who writes these characters so beautifully, I’m less sad because of you all. 🥹

[munsons-maiden]

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

1. This blog is a safe space for every member of the LGBTQIA+ community, POC, etc. If you’re a TERF, racist, homophobe etc., you’re not welcome here.

2. This blog is ship friendly. Sadly, fandom has a tendency to erupt into ship wars, so: I won’t engage in any form of hatred against any ships. Everything will be tagged accordingly, so you can block the tags of the posts you don’t want to see. My ships are Eddissy, Ronance, Stancy, Jancy, Byler, Zutara and Reylo, so feel free to block these tags.

3. this blog is pro-choice and I will occasinally reblog posts which are pro-choice/pro-abortion.

4. DON’T COPY, REWRITE, PLAGIARIZE OR TRANSLATE MY STORIES. Don’t use my ideas, plot points, whatever without ASKING FOR PERMISSION first and - if I give you permission - credit me. 

5. my ask box is always open for advice, questions, for thoughts about shows/movies/characters, for vents, whatever it is.

This is fandom. We’re all here to have fun, so please be kind ♡

[discoscoob]

You want more Eddissy hc's? No problem, my friend, because I have so many and I'm scared to post them elsewhere. (be aware, some implied non-con and angst) It's set in the same story line which I have sent before (Vecna is only but a little DnD figure, no one ever had to leave for California, everyone is alive and breathing) __

"Eddie, please, don't --" Don't leave me, is what she wanted to say. Please don't let me go. Please stay with me until the sky falls down on us, until Earth swallows us whole, until our last breaths are taken from our lungs.

"You know that this -- this thing between us won't work. Because you are Chrissy Cunningham, the Christian cheerleader next door with her handsome blond boyfriend, and I'm just white trash without parents and a lunch box full of drugs."

Chrissy had wanted to cry many times before in her life, and she certainly had followed her body's command. She had bawled her eyes out at movies, after her first win in a cheerleader competition, after the first time Jason had not listened to her whispered no's. But with Eddie Munson telling her that despite their kiss, despite their passionate talks in the middle of the night, stars and moon illuminating their flushed faces, they couldn't even be close anymore -- it was a different kind of sadness that crashed over her like a violent wave. It suffocated her, took away her ability to breathe.

"Why did I do wrong?" Her voice was quiet, almost unaudible. She had to know, yet she did not want to hear Eddie answer. Chrissy wanted to create a force-field around them two, a bubble no one else could ever break into, a space so safe that they were absolutely free until time itself collapsed.

Eddie stepped closer. She wasn't sure if it was a play of the light, if the street lamp made her see things, if it was the aura of the rain that was setting in -- but she wasn't the only one with tears welling up.

"You did nothing wrong, sweetheart," Eddie murmured into the night. His dextrous fingers played a tattoo against her neck. Short, short. Short, long, short, short. Long, short, long, long. I. L. Y.

They had started communicating in morse code after their second time of smoking weed at Eddie's. In now way had they been able to talk to each other in school; afraid that Jason would see them, scared how others would react, they had decided to keep their friendship -- who are you kidding, Chrissy? Friendship? Friends don't want to kiss each other until they're blue in the face -- secret. It was intoxicating, the feeling of clandestiness, it felt like they were spies with a mission.

"But --" I. L. Y. The staccato was restless, unyielding, completely consuming her every fiber. "I can't do this anymore. I want to -- I want to hold you. I want to show you off. I want to kiss you whenever I -- when I want." Eddie cast his eyes down. His possessiveness was something she desired. She relished in knowing that he wanted her to be his. "The riot we'd cause, it'd be funny the first five minutes. But you -- I don't want you throwing away your future, your status, what you've achieved."

"Why should I be throwing away anything?" The rain kept tumbling down. Eddie's hair was sticking to his forehead, his tears missing with the droplets coming from above. Poetic, is what it was, to get her heart broken with the sky cracking down on them.

"You know what I mean. Those scholarships? They come with the price of you being cheer captain, and we're both aware that your life would become living hell in the squad if anyone found out." She wanted to tell him that school wasn't their last stop in life, that it would all be over soon. The drive to be the most popular, the rumors that destroyed reputations, teenagers backstabbing each other to rise above the broken. But Chrissy wasn't dumb, she knew. While school may not have been their last stop, it was certainly their starting point, and if she wanted an advantage in life, she'd need all the support she could get.

"Why can't we --" Why can't we stay friends, at least? Why are you taking everything from me? Why have you taken my barely beating heart into your hands, why did you make it pulse again at every sight of you, just to crush it underneath teenage popularity contests and societal conformity?

"You know why, sweetheart." He kissed her then. Eddie was warm, a safety blanket in a world that clawed at her. His lips were escapism, his breath intoxicating, his love destructive and so right for her.

She wanted to stay like this for eternity, wrapped in the arms of someone she loved so deeply, covered by summer rain, lit up by a barely working street lamp. But Eddie pulled away. First, his lips. Then his hands. Then his gaze. With a dry sob, he turned around.

"I love you, Chrissy Cunningham, but that means I have to let you go. You deserve more than this."

I’m gonna kick Eddie’s ass just you watch.

No omg your writing is so captivating, I can’t believe you just send them straight into my inbox for free? How did I get so lucky? This one is heartbreaking, I never used to like angst but I fear I’m growing obsessed with it lately, as long as I know it’s going to pay off with a happy ending, please tell me they still get their happy ending 🥺

[lipstickmarks]

I love how a lot of people are choosing romantic songs or soft Taylor swift songs to represent hellcheer but my pop punk heart will only let one song represent them and it’s Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus lol

I’ve seen other people make the connection with the lyrics and the characters too and I love it.

Like I’m sorry to the romantics but our ittle basement dwelling, weed smoking, metal head is definition of teenage dirt bag in love with the pretty girl he thinks he has no shot with until he realizes she’s as much of a freak as him.

...I have 28 Taylor Swift songs on my hellcheer playlist 😂

Teenage Dirtbag is a great hellcheer song tho. Right down to the tube socks and a dick boyfriend 😂

but I love assigning soft songs to eddissy because they strike me as such a soft couple. Chrissy and Eddie have had such tumultuous lives and when they fall in love, it's their chance to create a safe space for each other.

King of My Heart is probably my fav Eddissy song. (reputation is such a them album anyway)

Salute to me, I'm your American Queen

The Queen of Hawkins High, picture perfect "all American girl"

'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars Never took me quite where you do And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for King of my heart, body and soul

Jason doesn't make Chrissy feel the way Eddie does. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, they just makes sense.

Late in the night, the city's asleep Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep Change my priorities The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

Chrissy doesn't want all of the glamour she was always told to aim for. She just wants to feel safe and loved, she wants the feeling Eddie gives her.

Is the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending With all these nights we're spending Up on the roof with a school girl crush Drinking beer out of plastic cups Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff Baby, all at once, this is enough

MY BROKEN BONES ARE MENDING???? SCHOOL GIRL CRUSH? DRINKING BEER OUT OF PLASTIC CUPS?? SAY YOU FANCY ME??? NOT FANCY STUFF????? ALL AT ONCE??? THIS IS ENOUGH???? HELLO???

I could talk about music as it relates to Eddie and Chrissy for hours

[eddissyfanfiction]

Welcome to the place that’s all about loving, sharing, and being excited over fanfiction about Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie Munson from Stranger Things (season 4).

There’s a few simple rules for this blog:

There will not be any engagement in spreading hateful messages in relation to any type of fandom or ship wars. This place is a positive and safe space to enjoy products of the Hellcheer fandom.

In direct relation to the above mentioned point: this place is a happy one. There will be no hate or negativity. We’re here to enjoy and relish in the creativity and its corresponding products of the Hellcheer fandom.

Fic reviews or recommendations will be based on what is published on AO3 and Tumblr. Other sources (such as Wattpad) need to be sent in manually.

Authors and fans of fanfictions are more than welcome to send in their stories. While this is for fun and having the chance to explore the beautiful world of the Eddissy-tag on AO3, a space for exposure is needed in times of overflowing dashboards and overly saturated media. Both authors and readers alike are welcomed here.

Last but not least: we want you to have fun. If you have any constructive criticism for us, please let us know. Be it to include specific warnings in our tags, or if you have an idea for a theme-related recommendation list. Our doors are always open for you.

Now that all is said and done, let’s enjoy this beautiful ship together that has inspired beautiful art and stories.

- Love, the EFF-Team

[neonskullboyz]

Welcome to 💀🌹 Neon Skull Boyz! 🌹💀

Just a heads up:

This is a Harringrove and Eddissy safe space. This means that I won’t tolerate any hate towards Billy Hargrove or Chrissy Cunningham. That includes their actors.

Otherwise, please enjoy! My main blogs are @neonponders (Harringrove & Eddissy focused) and @pondermoniums (main blog). My ao3 is Pondermoniums <3

[munsons-maiden]

Saying Eddie is gay because of the bandana is kinda funny to me. Lots of metalheads use bandana the same way as Eddie and it is just for aesthetic purposes. Of course he could be gay, but there's no hint that he is. Eddie flirted with Chrissy and liked to annoy Steve. The problem is that some people think their headcanon is canon and hate on everyone that thinks differently. And tbh, I'm fed up with Steddie shippers. What they are doing to Grace and people who like other ships are disgusting and they are making me hate the ST/Eddie fandom. Of course there are nice Steddie shippers, but I feel like they are small in number.

Sorry for the rant. It's just that I kinda don't feel comfortable/don't enjoy being in the fandom anymore.

It's okay, you can always rant in my inbox.

My own experience is that the toxic Steddie shippers are only a small fragment of the Steddie fandom; they're just very loud which makes them seem like a bigger group than they actually are.

Most Steddies are lovely people simply enjoying their ship and not participating in any kind of harassment - just like Bylers and Milevens and Eddissys and all the others shippers.

It's an alarming trend in fandom in general that people are forgetting headcanon doesn't equal canon and who try to enforce their headcanons on everyone else, harassing those who don't agree with them, not just in the ST fandom; and it's hilarious how some people call themselves Eddie stans and then behave in a way that would make Eddie absolutely despise them.

I'm sorry you're feeling this way about the fandom, dear. It's not much, but this blog will always be a hate-free safe space for everyone who's kind so you'll always be welcome here if you want to enjoy fandom stuff🖤