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pairing : steve harrington x chrissy cunningham summary : steve and chrissy are experts at avoiding boredom at their parents' country club. while on a mission to raid the club's storeroom for alcohol, they have to escape chrissy's mother, but may not be able to escape their undeniable chemistry. tags : friends to lovers, country club shenanigans, light underage drinking, almost caught, tooth-rotting fluff, confessionals, happy ending wordcount: ~5k & Inspired by this post!

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And there he was, front and center, wearing someone else’s patchwork tweed cap and leaning against the long rack with a smirk: Steve Harrington in all his glory and adorably stupid shenanigans. “Took you long enough, Bonnie,” he said, twirling his pair of sunglasses like a toy. “Ready for our next caper?” She squinted, approaching him with a sly expression, and crushed the borrowed hat over his ears. “Oh, Clyde—seems you finally found something nice to cover your outrageous hair.” “You like? I was thinking of asking the Crypt Keeper of this monstrosity if I can borrow it sometime for a date…” “You wouldn’t dare,” she laughed. The coat closet had been their meeting place for well over a year now. It was far from luxurious, reeking of mothballs, a stringent mixture of perfume, and a whiff of grandma's house. In the winter, their hangout was often soaked by melting snow and they'd have to remember not to rub up against the wet coats and ruin their cover. But there were major pros to meeting in this closet. No one really went in there after these events commenced except for a few of the staff, and they didn’t seem to mind the two teenagers as long as they kept a low profile. Her fingers traced the edge of Mrs. Polk’s cashmere scarf; she always wore it with her signature blue peacoat. She pressed the material, letting it melt between her fingertips. Steve watched her, silently smiling at his own joke, she supposed. God, his eyes were pretty. She looked to the scarf in her grasp. “Sooo,” Chrissy said. “How will we be surviving today? What’s the grand plan, King Steve?” In her periphery, Steve nodded solemnly, replacing the hat back over the numbered hook she hoped was the correct one. “I think it’s time.” “Time? Time for what?”

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cheer crisis averted (fluffy snippet)

steve x chrissy | fluffy snippet <1k | chrissy getting ready for cheer

“Steve!” Chrissy whines from his bathroom.

He rushes to the door, careful to knock at least half a dozen times to be safe. “You okay?”

Behind the door, there’s an exasperated sigh and shuffling sounds on the granite counter that Steve guesses is all her “getting ready” supplies she talked about earlier being scattered around.

“Just come in, I’m in cheer crisis mode!”

With a deep breath, he slowly swings open the paneled door to Chrissy already dressed in her uniform—emerald and yellow orange skirt and sweater— definitely ironed for crisp edges. The counter displays an array of scrunchies and various brushes that he can only assume are for the bins of makeup on the right side of the sink.

Chrissy turns from the mirror, her hands still tugging at the tight ponytail on top the crown of her head.

“What’s wrong, it looks like you have everything together?” He glances over her figure once more. “You look pretty—uh, for the game.”

With a vigorous shake of her head no, she grabs the rogue can of aerosol hairspray. “Look!”

She presses hard down on the nozzle, pointing the can over the sink as part of her demonstration. It sputters nothing, but a whistle of compressed air past the fancy curved faucet. Her eyes wrinkle in distress. “This is a disaster of cheerleader proportions. My hair needs to hold when I’m tossed up for stunts!”

Steve eyes the can again, thumbing his bottom lip in thought as he reads the label. His head hangs back with an attitude. “Do you really need it?”

She keeps pressing the button until not even air seeps out the little pinhole at the top. She groans, “Deirdre is gonna kill me for being unprepared again.”

The petite cheerleader starts to pace back and forth in front of the mirror, biting the edge of her nails. Steve steps in, blocking the permanent line she’s trying to carve into the tile in an attempt to calm her down. “Chriss, you gotta relax. I can..I actually can help.”

She nibbles at her last fingernail with wide eyes. Before she can ask, he leans down to the cabinet below the sink, pulling at the looped handle. He digs around the back for a moment until seemingly satisfied with his search.

A matching can to hers rests in his palm as he pops back up to her level. She snatches the can right from his hand without hesitation and raises the old can in the other hand in disbelief.

“Oh my God, you have my brand!”

She wastes no time unloading a full 30 seconds worth of spray over her hair, carefully touching up her flyaways and spending extra time around the dark green scrunchie holding it all together. With the final puff across her bangs, Chrissy shakes the can to make sure she didn’t use it all up.

Steve winces slightly at her, softening a bit when she smiles up at him with those big stormy eyes. “There’s still some left in here, you’ll have to thank your mom for me. But you saved my life, you have no idea!”

“It’s…uh, no big deal, really.” His hand scratches at the back of his head with a funny twist to his mouth. “It’s actually my–um– I use that spray on my hair, so use as much as you need.”

Chrissy’s proverbial jaw seems to drop to the floor. “Steve Harrington uses Farrah Fawcett spray?”  With a quick bite to her bottom lip to hide back a smirk, she glances back up to his hair. 

On her tiptoes, she starts to finger through his hair with glee. “It all makes sense now! Look at this volume! Can you do this to my hair for the team party?”

Steve can’t stop staring at her dimples, the simple joy in her smile as she teases him and teases through the curls of his hair. He playfully swats her hands away and points back to the mirror. “Oh come on, Miss Cheerleader, next time I’ll let you flounder without my rescue.”

“You could never— I know you well enough now.” Her happiness crinkles the corners of her eyes as she looks at him from the mirror’s reflection. She finishes the final touches to her lip gloss. And he leans into a sturdy stance with both hands gripping the side of his hip bones, but in his eyes, he looks at her just the way she wants him to. “You like to rescue people, you’re like Hawkins’ secret hero.”

Steve rolls his eyes, picking up the can with Farrah's face plastered on it as a distraction of something other than the way Chrissy's lips look so full right now as she pouts at him. He crosses his arms to lean against the door frame.

“Maybe I just like rescuing you, Blondie.”

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HoHoHoe Week - Day Five: Up in Lights (Christmas party) Pairing: Cheerscoops / Chrissy x Steve Tags: Semi-Public Sex, Unsafe Sex, Eating Out, Creampie, Fingering, Exes-to-Lovers, Getting Back Together Ao3: Link WC: 3.3k, 1/1 Chapters

(Oops I put feelings in my porn again-)

"I didn't know you could get more beautiful." 

Chrissy didn't register that she was no longer alone until a familiar voice spoke up from behind her. She spun around, surprised, cheeks already beginning to flush. 

Steve. 

"You don't need to say anything to that; I just-" A tiny pucker appeared between his brows, "I haven't gotten to speak to you all night. Thought you deserved to know, you look…" He breathed out a wistful sound. 

Suddenly, she felt a little wrong for how devoutly she'd been trying to avoid him all night. It wasn't that she didn't want to speak to him. It was the opposite if she was being honest with herself. 

Things had just been so complicated the last time they saw each other; it had seemed to be for the best. 

Steve was unable to understand why she had to leave. Why she couldn't stay in Hawkins. Stuck here himself because he'd inherited a business he didn't care about but had always known he'd have to handle one day. Chrissy, unable to voice that every second she spent at home felt like it killed a little bit more of her spirit. That she loved him, but she couldn't survive this town. 

She missed him these last three years. Of all places, she hadn't been expecting to see him at her father's corporate Christmas party and from the moment he'd crossed her sight, a bone-deep longing had settled into her body.

"You clean up nice yourself." She said with a small smile, trying not to succumb to old comforts and rest her head against his chest, reaching out with two fingers to straighten his tie up instead. She wasn't sure she'd seen him in clothes this formal since prom. 

"I didn't know you were back." He said, glancing down at where her fingers lingered a moment too long on his chest.

Chrissy turned her gaze down to her feet. "Only for the weekend," she said quietly. 

"A weekend is better than none of you at all." 

Oh, that one stung a little. Steve must've seen her wince because he quickly backpedaled. "I didn't mean-"

Chrissy sighed, shaking her head. The intricate strawberry blonde curls she'd spent painstaking attention to this morning bobbed with the movement. "No, it's okay. I…” 

I missed you too, she thought. She couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. Would that be cruel? She'd been the one to break his heart; what right did she have to miss him?

"I'm leaving." He said, changing the topic before she could spiral about it. 

Chrissy paused, confused. "What?"

"I'm leaving Hawkins. This was…" Steve scrunched his nose slightly, "I'm here because I sold the shares of my dad's company to your father. He didn't tell you…?"

"He doesn't bring you up to me." She said carefully. Steve looked a little stricken, and she wanted to rephrase, but he kept going. 

"Well… that's the important part, I guess. I'm not staying here." It felt like there was something else he was trying to say, something layered under the words, but she couldn't bring herself to seek it out right now. "So I'm glad you're here. Didn’t feel right saying goodbye to this place without you there.” 

Chrissy could feel herself melting. Why did this one boy have to constantly do his utmost best to be irreplaceable? The way his big hazel eyes locked on her, soft and affectionate, was her tipping point. 

Steve made a noise of surprise when she moved faster than her brain could veto the decision. Soft, glossed lips pressed against his with a familiarity tinged with longing. But he was frozen and decidedly not kissing back. Oh god.

Embarrassed at her behaviour, Chrissy hurriedly pulled back with an apology on the tip of her tongue, face scarlet and eyes burning. 

"Don't you dare say sorry," he said, barely taking long enough to get the words out before he apparently caught up with what had just happened and pulled her back in. 

She'd forgotten what this was like. What he was like. How every single one of her senses would be filled with him when he kissed her. 

His big, warm arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close until she could feel every breath he took pushing against her chest. The same cologne he'd always worn clung pleasantly to him, dragging her back to days long gone, laying in bed together and feeling young and in love. 

It was as easy to get lost in him now as it had been then. 

It didn't take long for the innocent press of lips to take on a hint of desperation that only usually came to her in the dead of night when her bed was empty and her memories too vivid. But now, he was here. She didn't have to imagine what it would feel like under his touch again. 

Maybe this was stupid. It probably was. The most likely way this would end was two whirlwind days of passion before she returned to her city apartment, crawled into her too-cold bed, and cried her heart out all over again. But she didn't have it in her to stop this. Not when this was everything she'd craved for three long years.  

Let the gingerbread fall where it may later. 

Chrissy gasped as she was picked up, her thighs meeting the cold wood of a desk mere seconds later. She shivered, toes curling in her fancy shoes as Steve stepped between her legs and leaned back in to kiss her again. 

Was the air warm, or was she? Ripples of wine-coloured satin clung to her skin as he thumbed at her hips through her dress, his tongue sweet where it brushed hers with the taste of the sugary punch bowls on every table. 

Chrissy slid her hands up his sides, careful not to press too lightly. She knew from experience Steve was incredibly ticklish. 

She pulled his lips between her teeth, keeping it clasped as she broke the kiss and pulled his tucked shirt free of the slacks he wore. Steve's eyes scanned her face, taking in her wide, round eyes and kiss-bitten lips when she freed his own. 

He groaned as she slipped her hands under his shirt, scratching her nails up and over his hips with a soft little "please?" aimed at him through her lashes. 

His face was the definition of 'how could I possibly say no to that?' as he looked between her and the door, briefly leaving her alone on the desk as he moved towards the door. 

She didn't so much as have time to question his actions or be disappointed before she heard the lock click, sticky sweet warmth flooding her abdomen and travelling rapidly down. Shit, this was really happening. 

Steve crossed back to her side of the room, eyes dark and lips swollen in a way that made her want to bite him all over again. He, however, clearly had other plans. "Are you sure?" He asked, eye contact never wavering until she shyly nodded her head. "Please…" She repeated. 

Steve kissed her again, this time slow and burning, but it didn't linger long. A soft sigh escaped her throat as another series of kisses were pressed to her ear, neck, and shoulder before he brushed the strap of her dress away. 

It felt so lovely that she briefly closed her eyes, only to find that he'd slid to his knees upon reopening them. 

As his mouth brushed over her thigh, Chrissy took just a second to properly acknowledge that this was the riskiest thing she'd ever done. She was at a Christmas party, about to get eaten out and fucked by her ex-boyfriend she'd once thought she'd marry on somebody's desk. 

Life was really throwing her some curveballs lately. 

Thinking time was over, however, as he pulled her baby blue cotton underwear off. She was a little embarrassed to have been wearing them, but in her defence, she hadn't exactly been expecting anybody to see under her dress tonight. 

Still, the contrast between her slinky red elegant outfit and polka dot panties had Steve trying to bite back a smile as he- not remotely subtly- shoved them in his jacket pocket. 

The sight alone made her clench tight as a throb of want shot through her core. She placed her hands behind her on the desk so she could shift her hips forward. Even the thought of what he might do with those later had something purring, and she didn't see any cats around.

"Almost forgot about the tattoo," Steve said, fingers brushing over her inner thigh. She snorted out an indelicate laugh, turning her face towards the ceiling. 

It was a tiny little stamp of a tattoo, so close to her bikini line that you weren't seeing it unless she wanted you to. A little salamander silhouette pulled from a random flash tattoo machine the day of her eighteenth birthday almost six years ago now. 

"You shouldn't have! You were the one who dared me to get it." She couldn't help but grin. 

Steve's own smile was a little too soft to not look out of place kneeling between her thighs. It made her squirm for a variety of reasons. "Well, I stand by that dare. It's a good memory." 

If he made her cry when he was supposed to be-

Almost as though he read her mind, he fell silent and spread her legs further apart. His eyes drank her in like his favourite meal had been served, and fuck, he needed to touch her or close his eyes this second before she actually died.

She impatiently rolled her hips, earning a bemused little smirk before he finally gave her what she wanted. 

A soft whimper escaped her as his tongue spread her open, a pointed little flick of the tip in just the right spot making her entire body shudder. Chrissy's head dropped back, a pant of breath following. The distant thrum of Christmas music drifted through the background, and she hoped it was loud enough to keep the other partygoers in the dark because she didn't trust her ability to stay completely quiet.

His fingertips curled into her thighs where he held them, just tight enough that she hoped they would leave a bruise behind. Something to remember this by when she was alone on Monday. 

A little taste of the man she wasn't entirely positive she'd ever completely move on from.

Who could blame her when he had a tongue like that?

Chrissy reached down to thread a hand through his hair, biting down on her lower lip hard to muffle herself as he shifted, the pad of his ring finger circling her entrance teasingly as he sucked hard on her clit. 

She cried out softly, the sole arm holding her up shaking like it was going to give out. 

The stretch of the digit pushing into her, thicker than two of her own, was accompanied by a delicious burn that had her legs shaking. He curled it like he was beckoning her, stroking at her walls, playing her body like an expert. Like he remembered everything she'd ever liked. 

He just might kill her, right here on this desk. She hadn't been touched by anyone in so long, nevermind touched by him. 

It took barely a minute more and the very tip of his second finger before she started to beg. "Please, Stevie. Need you in me." She slurred, feeling drunk on the fireworks currently going off inside of her. 

As fucking delicious as his mouth and hands were, she needed more. She needed him.

Steve groaned into her, once again making her thighs spasm with the vibration. "You're going to kill me." He echoed her earlier thoughts. If she wasn't so desperate, she might've taken a minute to be proud of the effect she clearly still had on him. 

He got to his feet fluidly as she suddenly found herself empty, only the promise of more to come keeping her from whining as she clenched around empty air. 

She'd asked him to stop yet it felt like her world might end from impatience now that he had listened. 

Chrissy batted his hands away from his belt as he fumbled the clasp, fingers only a little clumsy as she popped the gold button and pulled his zipper down. Her mouth watered at the sight as he fished himself out of the confines of his dress slacks. She wondered if he could still recover as fast as he had at twenty one. 

If she wasn't so eager to be full of him, she might've dropped to her knees right then and there. 

She watched as a conflicted expression crossed his face, then annoyance. "Shit..." He muttered, eyes darting towards the door. "I left my jacket out there. I don't have protection." 

Chrissy tried to hide the way her teeth ground together at the thought of him bring protection to this party to begin with. He hadn't known she'd been here, was there some other girl who he'd been hoping to go home with?

... that wasn't fair of her. She had no right to be jealous of who he may or may not want to sleep with. Still, he was here. With her. She was his choice. If that made her preen ever so slightly, that was her own business. 

"Don't need it." She said, fluttering her eyes with mock innocence as she pulled him back in between her legs with a firm grip on his tie. Steve looked like he was going to ask so she beat him to it. 

"I'm on the pill. Don't need protection, I want feel all of you." She licked over her lip, waiting for his answer. 

But he was a gone man. 

Instead of saying anything, she watched as his chest rose and then dropped in a sharp exhale. "I don't know what I did to deserve this." He mumbled, looking briefly skyward- or... ceiling-ward? -as though in thanks to karma herself. 

Messy, eager lips slotted back against her own as he pressed the blunt head of his cock against her, sliding it through her slick teasingly for barely a moment before she felt him start to push in. 

Oh god.

She'd forgotten that he felt even bigger than he looked, a feat she hadn't realized was possible their first time together. 

It felt like he might split her apart as she babbled something incoherent against his lips, eyes pricking with tears. 

"Too much?" He sounded strained as he leaned back just barely an inch, clearly using all of his willpower to go slow. She shook her head furiously, a half sob bubbling from her lips. 

"If you stop right now, I'll never forgive you." She threatened breathlessly, her eyes rolling back in her head as another inch pressed into her. Fuck!

Her dainty gold rings glinted in the low light as she lifted her hand to curl around the back of his neck, pressing their foreheads together as he bottomed out. They shared quick breaths, dilated eyes meeting in the shadowed space between them. 

The chemistry they'd always had definitely hadn't dissipated with time. She just may have wanted him now more than ever before. 

After a moment, she relaxed enough that the last little spike of pain started to receed. "Move-" She pleaded, "I can take it." 

She didn't need to ask twice, a strangled sound forcing it's way out as he pulled almost all the way out and then fucked back into her like she'd lit a fire under his feet. 

"You feel so fucking good." He grunted, eyelids fluttering as set a quick pace that had her little tits bouncing with every single thrust. Chrissy felt herself go pliant, body too melty to hold herself up anymore. Reluctantly, because the intimacy of their shared sounds was something she was loathe to lose, she let go of the back of his neck to lower herself down. 

The cold wood made goosebumps rise on her skin, hair hanging over the back and swinging with each jolt of her body. 

Now free to wander, her hands ghosted up her silk encased sides until she reached the neckline of her dress, pulling it down just enough to roll a petal pink nipple between her fingers. 

"A-ah! Fuck please, just like that, keep doing th-" Chrissy tried to keep her voice down as best she could as her abdomen tightened, every inch of her skin flushed and hot. 

Steve looked about as put together as she did with his bruised mouth, mussed hair and half lidded eyes. He hadn't once taken his eyes off of her since he pushed in, making her feel like a treasure. A pretty thing to be revered, admired. 

It only stoked the flames hotter. 

Flames which were rapidly bringing her to the edge, so worked up from his tongue and the lead up alone that his finger was hovering on her trigger already. 

It wouldn't take much more for her to fall to pieces. 

He seemed to know that in the same way that he knew her body all these years later. Like she was his favourite book he'd long memorized, able to quote any scene on a whim no matter the time it had sat untouched on the shelf. 

His hips snapped faster, the wet, smacking sound of their bodies meeting filling the room. She felt drool pool at the corner of her mouth, which was a little slack as an unintelligable littany of pleading poured from her without end. 

"M'so close. Please, baby." She slipped, too needy to register what she'd said. 

Steve's eyes flew open at the pet name, face crumpling as though he'd been wounded, thrusts out of rhythm and getting messier by the second. She knew what that meant, and she was right there with him. 

"Want to feel you come inside me-" She barely managed to get out, but it did exactly what she wanted as the coil inside of her snapped and her orgasm crashed into her with a force that seemed to shake her down to her very bones.

She felt him shudder as he stilled, buried so deep inside of her as he came that her delirious mind could almost convince her she could taste him. 

The only sound in the aftermath was their laboured breathing as they both came down, Steve almost folding himself in half to press his face into her stomach as he tried to get his grip back on reality. 

After a moment, when some of the brain fog started to clear, Chrissy finally spoke up. "If I'm losing this again on Monday, you better be spending all day tomorrow at my hotel." She mumbled, brain still too drowned in endorphins to veto her too honest words. 

But Steve had more surprises than even she could have imagined, chuckling as he slowly stood back up straight on uneasy legs. 

"I mean, I told you I was leaving Hawkins." He said, making her brows furrow. "Tonight?" She asked, trying not to let the sad lump in her throat ruin the glow currently buzzing through her. 

Steve shook his head. "No I mean..." He looked nervous, holding out a hand to help her sit back up to see him better. 

"I'm moving to Portland. Next week, as soon as the lawyer stamps the paperwork. Already got an apartment lined up." 

Portland. 

Portland? 

"But... wait, I live in Portland." She said, almost as though she'd forgotten before. Steve shook his head, so incredibly fondly, and reached out to brush a lock of hair back from her face.

"I know. That was the main appeal." 

Chrissy's eyes widened, tears pooling at her lashline almost immediately as his words really sunk in. 

For the first time all night, she realized this might not just be a stolen moment doomed to crush her heart later. 

She could keep him, this time. 

Maybe coming home for the holidays wasn't so bad after all. 

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pt x ot au pretty please!

Oooh yes! This is like my self-indulgent lil baby wip! As I’m having fun with new tropes/challenges, how could I ignore a physical therapist Steve Harrington and occupational therapist Chrissy falling in love??

I used to work in outpatient therapy and I would LOVE to write a friends/coworkers to lovers for steve x chrissy as young adults instead of HS students. This setting would give me all the warm and fuzzies as they both get to help others in their career AND are still growing as people. Plus all the dopey pining and workplace drama are just the sprinkles on top.

The only snippet I have is a bit of banter:

“Your chewing is going to drive me absolutely bonkers. Would you at least tone it down?” Steve smirked at Chrissy, mouth finally closing to chew his microwaved leftovers at the break table. He swallowed, the motion of his throat overdramatic and conspicuous enough to be blindingly obvious that it was malicious compliance.

wip title ask game

[haircheer]

steve harrington x chrissy cunningham moodboard

two lost jocks find themselves breaking away from the mold they'd been pressed so hard into<3

[haircheer]

wild spirits, soft hearts, and sweet souls

my steve x chrissy aesthetic boards are just the warm-ups for more fics to come:)

[haircheer]

party at harrington's

Summary: Steve leaves his own party to get some space upstairs only to hear some troubling noises from the guest bathroom. He acts quick in order to comfort the familiar junior upset in his bathroom.

steve x chrissy | 1.6k wordcount | hurt/comfort | rating: teen & up

Snippet:

He called out one last time, “I’m coming i—”

With the key pinched between his thumb and forefinger, he gripped the handle once more to open it. But before he could twist the key, the handle lost all resistance on its own, suddenly coming alive and moving by itself. The door gave way inside and he tumbled inward, his balance thrown off without warning.

In the confusion, he leaned into a smaller blonde pulling open the door, his weight practically overwhelming her, but she held her own. When she looked up at him as he righted his position, there were smears of blue eyeshadow and mascara around the shape of her stormy eyes.

"Steve, can you close the door?”

full chapter on Ao3💕:

[haircheer]

their story continues to unfold....

Steve admits to a few blackmailable offenses as part of a deal so Chrissy can open up about her breakup with Jason...but the more he says, the more vulnerable they get...

Read here :)

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Search &/or whisper???

ooh I'll do both!

This first one is from a long-fic of steve x chrissy that I've been letting simmer in the background of all my other WIPs:

Steve searched through the haze of drunken memories, flashing through the bit and details of hairsprayed manes and high-pitched giggles.

And for whisper, here's another lil sneak peek into my hellcheer remix fic I'm working on:

“Close your eyes, Eddie.” she whispered into his chest. “Just close your eyes.”

Thank you GTA for the wip words, these were fun to find!! I can't wait to post these fics too, but patience was never my middle name lol...

WIP Word Game

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I am curious to know what haircheer is all about!

ahh it's my own ship name for steve x chrissy lol. while hellcheer is always superior, I've been intrigued by how Chrissy would change in these different relationships (never Jason xP).

In that WIP, it's a long fic essentially where Steve's dad won't pay for all his college tuition and despite working, he desperately needs a scholarship. Recruits haven't offered him anything for basketball, those are extremely competitive. But Robin and him overhear that a senior cheerleader lost her scholarship after an injury, and she convinces him it'll be easier to win that scholarship (with Chrissy's help).

Here's a little unedited teaser:

"Steve?" He winced."Yeah, sorry I'm here." "Jason said you were on another run today by his house."  "Yeah..."  "I run a lot too. Usually when I'm stressed."  Her small voice offered a little more consolation, propping up his purpose and soothing his angst by the sweetened tone. "Yeah?” Steve twirled the cord, tilting his head to stare off at the stupid abstract painting with kindergarten splatters of black and cream. “Does it work for you? There’s been a lot on my mind lately." "Not really. Is it just art class bothering you or…" She trailed off. Steve considered her question, she was giving him an easy-in to talk about the tryouts, but how did she know there was more to this conversation. She was so perceptive even over the phone. "Being a senior can be a real pain in my ass." He finally gave up. There was a gasp on the other side of the line, followed by a resigned sigh. "Well, being a junior makes me want to scream."  "You'll never guess the real reason why I wanted to call you."  Her side was silent, not even a breath. Oh shit, he fucked up. She must have thought he’s coming onto her, after he’d just told her he wouldn’t. He scrambled with the receiver. "I, uh, I want to join the Hawkins cheer squad." Smooth, Harrington, smooth. It was absolute silence.

It gives romcom vibes with him trying to learn how to be a base cheerleader and participate in stunts where he has to throw her. And of course , he starts to see how Jason isn't always very kind to her outside of games.

~ choose another wip title from this post <3

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also! 🎲 what is haircheer about? 💕

ahhh yes my ficbaby for steve x chrissy, nicknamed haircheer for their defining features (lol).

~I'm so glad you asked~

haircheer (not the actual fic title just for the WIP bc titles come to me right before I press post lol) is a no upside down au, set in Hawkins High! Steve is a senior whose trying to get a decent scholarship for college, since his father won't pay for all of his tuition. He finds out that he won't be getting a basketball scholarship and is pretty dejected, until he hears it's possible for him to get a different athletic scholarship for..... cheerleading lol! Junior Chrissy, lead flyer, helps him make the Tigers team tryouts, since her base is the cheerleader who got injured and is out for the season. Steve and Chrissy spend time practicing so much they build up deep trust, have a lot of fun, and help each other realize that maybe they don't have to be pidgeon-holed to these unrealistic expectations of high school cliques. Definitely friends to lovers, rom com vibez!

I have a few chapters written out already, but need to finish there is a light first before I get too many updating WIPs going on ao3 lol... but coming soon I promise!

I already posted a little bit of it from this ask game here but feel free to ask about more lines/excerpts :) I've got plenty!

*anyone can ask me more about my WIPs, check out my 200k Celebration post for more info!

[pearlypairings]

haircheer + 🎬

yes my little cheerscoops (chrissy x steve) fic in progress! Good choice anon<3

🎬 the last line(s) I’ve written in my masterfile:

“Shit, I can’t remember. Too much beer, I swear.” His voice hung low. “Did I make a good impression or a shitty one?” His raised brow punctuated his interest. Bryan Adams’ crooning moved through the heavenly chorus, covering up the chiming of the hall clock. “A good one, Steve.” Her smile softened.

Totally a true WIP with no editing yet AT ALL, but it's my rarepair baby I'll be focusing on next after my jonathan fic is over :)

I'm excited to fall into this one though when I'm ready!

for more fun sneak peaks and tidbits about my WIPS, check em out here:

200k Celebration WIP Ask post

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Ooh, tell me about “haircheer plot bunny”! (I’m assuming haircheer means Steve x Chrissy?)

it was inspired by this image!

and you're right, it's a steve x chrissy wip idea :) !

but essentially it would be them messing around at a boring lame country club event that both their parents always drag them to. They'd be sneaking out the event to blow off some steam and end up running away from Chrissy's mom trying to find her daughter and get her into trouble.

a snippet for your eyes only;) :

There he was in the coat closet, wearing someone’s tweed cap and leaning against the rack with a smirk. “Took you long enough, Bonnie,” he said. “Ready for our next caper?” “Oh so now you’re Clyde?” Chrissy squinted at him, teasing. She patted his hat down over his ears as snuck past him for Mrs. Phelp's scarf.  “Nice hat, covers your outrageous hair.” “You like? I was thinking of asking Mr. Crypt-Keeper to borrow it sometime…” “Sooo,” she said, humming as she wrapped the silk around her neck with a delicate figure-eight pattern. It felt cool against her skin. “How will we be surviving today? What’s the plan, Steve?” He nodded, replacing the hat back over the hook with its number. He approached her with a confident swagger. “I think it’s time.” “Time? Time for what?”

And I'm having a blast chipping away at this one periodically in the background of my longfics <33 thank you for asking about it!

wip title ask game

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WIP Title Game

Thank you @pipergirl17and @justhere4thevibez for tagging me! I’ve been slacking on the dash games lately, because I’ve been writing and being a lil hermit lately, I’m sorry!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

My wips are all over the place, because I’m trying to get my multichap long fic finished off and set up for my other longfic….. and I have a few crackships/rarepairs wips hanging out on the google doc shelf lol…. So enjoy and feel free to wander into my asks~ :

cb 11-13

aurelia ch 9

pt x ot au

haircheer plot bunny

aurelias spinoff???

Tagging if you’re feeling it : @wendydarlingfics @rose-n-gunses @ashleyfanfic & anybody else can tag me to check out your wip titles👀

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WIP Meme

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Anyone can send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you @pipergirl17 for tagging me! I have what you call WIP-itis, it’s incurable and I can’t stop creating more WIPs for me to drabble slowly into lol.

Aurelias 9

chrissy at a cemetery

Cheerbyers

Chrissy’s retribution

Clarkelley <3

haircheer

eul for chrissy

Hellfire camping

Can you sense a theme? lmao

Tagging @phoenixwrites @iwasateenagevirginiawoolf @piper1016 @heartscoops @a-strange-inkling @hangon-silvergirl @chrissy-n-eddie no pressure, just vibes:)

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200k Words WIP Celebration Game!

Based on your votes in my last poll, we’re celebrating my ao3 acct passing >200k words between all my fics with a fun little WIP ask game:)

I’m gonna list out some of my WIP names (currently updating or not yet posted at all), anyone can send an ask about one of the WIPs with an emoji(s)! Feel free to ask more than one, it's all fun~

WIPs to choose from:

Aurelias (hellcheer)

cigarettes & coffee (hellcheer)

there is a light master file (jonathan x chrissy)

haircheer (steve x chrissy)

hellfire camping (hellfire club shenanigans)

clarke x kelley ♥️

Emoji asks:

❤️ Share your favorite dialogue exchange so far.

✍️ Share a line you’ve edited, and what it used to be.

☁️ Share some fluffy lines.

✏️ Share the first line of any chapter.

🎬 Share the last line(s) you’ve written.

🎲 Asker decides what they want to know/see

Example: 💌 cigarettes & coffee ✏️please  ▶️ C&C: “They say nothing good happens at three in the morning.”

So excited for these WIP asks, and hopefully it motivates me to write these faster and post more!

Cheers to the next 100k <3