#hellcheer wip

[a-strange-inkling]

Hellcheer Anastasia AU

Summary: Chrissy doesn’t remember where she came from nor who her family is. She has no memories, no last name. She’s been alone all her life, passed from orphanage to orphanage with only a locket and a folded up letter inside that says:

Meet me in Paris

My Darling

Snippet:

That’s how she finds herself in The Hideout, a seedy old tavern on the outskirts of the city, standing in front of the notorious conman Edward Munson. Traveling papers are difficult to come by these days, but she’s heard rumors on the streets that he can help procure them. For a price, of course. She doesn’t have much, but she’s saved a little. She hopes it will be enough. He’s appraising her slowly, warily, dark eyes wide and a little formidable.

“What?” she asks anxiously, subconsciously touching her face and neck to make sure she can’t feel any dried mud there.

“Nothing, sorry,” he murmurs, still gawking. “You just… you look…”

She waits, fiddling her fingers nervously.

“Nevermind,” he shakes his head slightly, motioning toward the seat across the small table from him. “Take a seat, Miss…”

“Chrissy.” she supplies, slowly lowering herself down.

“Chrissy…?”

“Just Chrissy.” she tells him.

“Ah ha,” he drawls slowly, thoughtfully, giving her another once over.

“So… how does this work, exactly?” she asks him quietly as the barhand walks by, setting the glass of water she ordered on the table.

“…Oh, just like any ol’ sale.” he waits to reply until the boy’s gone. “Money first, I get you the papers, it’s as simple as that.”

“H-how do I know you won’t disappear with the money?” she asks. “After I pay you?”

He grins slowly, devilishly and she feels her heart skip a beat. He’s younger and more handsome than she imagined he’d be when she heard his name being whispered in the streets.

“What’s the matter? Don’t I look trustworthy?” he asks teasingly, leaning forward, tilting his head to one side for her to assess for herself. Flushing, she quickly looks down at her hands, her fingers are still red and stiff from having walked all the way here through the snow.

“…Something tells me you’re not going to have enough anyway, sweetheart.” his voice is gentle, sympathetic.

“I have some saved,” she murmurs bashfully, feeling her lower lip push forward slightly.

“How much?”

With a sigh, she pulls out the coins and paper banknotes, laying them out on the table. It’s almost eighty rubles, her entire life’s savings since she left the orphanage.

“You do realize I’d be risking my life for this, right?” he chuckles at the meager offering.

“It’s… all I have.” she shrugs her shoulders hopelessly, feeling as though she might cry.

“Sure about that?” he reaches forward and she gasps brokenly at the feel of his rough fingers suddenly against her throat, leaving a hot trail against her snow kissed skin in their wake as they follow along the chain hanging around her neck. He stops just when he reaches the plush skin above her breasts, tugging upward to reveal the gold locket that was hiding between them.

She can feel her own blood racing through her whole body.

No, please, not that.

His eyes gleam as he takes it in, running his thumb over the engraved lilies and the white pearl embedded in the center. “Now that’s a pretty thing.” he muses breathlessly. “Where did a little waif like you get something like this?”

“I didn’t steal it if that’s what you’re wondering.” she tells him, frown deepening. “I’ve had it for as long as I can remember.”

His twinkling gaze meets hers with a giddy smile. “This is real gold, sweetheart… the pearl alone could get you back and forth over the border ten times if you wanted.”

“…it’s not for bartering.” she tells him firmly, pulling it back and shoving it between the layers of her coat and blouse.

“I’d reconsider,” he rests his cheek into the palm of his coal tainted hand still lingering between them. “A few hot meals and somewhere to sleep would probably serve you better than a cold trinket to wear.”

“It’s important to me.” she replies, pocketing her money. She’d be angry if she wasn’t so weary, so devastated. Another deadend. “I think this was a mistake.”

“Hey, hey, hold on,” she stills when he feels his hand grip hers. “Hold on…let me buy you a drink, something besides ice water, maybe?”

She glances back at him, brows furrowed. The warmth in his eyes makes her slowy sit back down. His thumb runs over her raw knuckles before he makes his way up to the bar. “I’ll be right back… Don’t disappear,” he rasps as he passes, though it’s more of a plea than an order. She blinks up at him, nodding slightly. She watches his back as he goes.

[pearlypairings]

Last Sentence Game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

I was tagged by @glitterslag & @justhere4thevibez and I'm working on a hellcheer fic and it's been so long that I forgot how absolutely lovedrunk Chrissy and Eddie can instantly become <3 and I'm super into this last bit I wrote for them:

Her lips grazed his, waking them up to her tenderness. Everything about her was soft and sweet and perfect. He would do anything to keep her safe, protect her from those who try to steal her heart. His lips reciprocated and deepened the kiss until she gently pulled away, mixing her fingers in the locks of his hair. “It’s finally over.” She caressed his cheek with her thumb.

Definitely NOT longer than a sentence lmfao

Tagging, but no pressure <3 : @ashleyfanfic @1lostsoul0fishbowl @iwasateenagevirginiawoolf @nspired1fanfiction @rose-n-gunses @pipergirl17 & whoever else is excited to share some recent WIP lines consider this a tag!

[lokinightfury]

WIP Wednesday @hellcheeranniversaryweek - a snippet and some musings

I'm a day late... Real life once again getting in the way. The sooner I can win the lottery and become a cottage dwelling hermit somewhere in remote Scotland the better.

Some musings to start. I had a few comments on This Is Music along the lines of 'wow this really is a slow burn' when it's super early in the story and our lovely pair are alone together for the very first time (and only their second ever meeting). I know I write long fics, but I'm only on chapter three on the first one was a prologue ���

So how long would you expect to wait for the enemies to stop enemy-ing and start loving?

Now for the snippet. A bit of a insight into Chrissy's world outside of the studio, and the background stresses and strains that form the undercurrents of her thinking processes...

She sits on one of the heavy wooden boxes on the set with her eyes closed, having her make-up adjusted again for the lighting change. A second person fusses with her hair, recurling a section and fixing it with a liberal cloud of hairspray. She coughs once as she accidentally inhales the spray. 

"Sorry." She mutters, not needing to open her eyes to know the expression on the make-up artist's face

The shoots themselves were tedious, long days and lots of waiting around while editors and directors discussed direction, lighting and outfits. Chrissy always looked at the photos on the day, wanting to check she was bringing the right energy to them. Like every person she knew, she found looking at photos of herself a little jarring. Never looking quite the same on a screen your mental image of yourself, even after spending years looking at her own photos. But the worst part was always after. Not on the day of the shoot itself, but when they were sent the images for approval prior to publishing. When her legs were mysteriously longer, her waist smaller, her eyes bigger and her hair a shade brighter. No matter how happy she thought she was with the original images, the subtle changes always had her doubting her judgment. Doubting herself. If she should be smaller. Leaner. Anything to fit the shifting ideals of perfection each magazine had for her.

To make it worse, the inevitable comparisons between published campaigns and paparazzi photos would sometimes follow. Why had she gained weight, was she in crisis? Every flaw that didn't exist in the first place pointed out for the world to see, splashed across tabloid magazines. It's one of the reasons she and Nancy chose to live in their apartment in a smaller residential area rather than the more typical address or property someone like her 'should' live in. It was much easier to disappear in their little neighborhood than it would be if she was closer to Central Park. Unless she was actively promoting something, it had become shockingly easy to disappear from the constant glare of the paparazzi, with them only seeking her out if they had some specific story to follow.

[black-kitkat]

WIP Weekend Challenge

Appreciate the tag, @pearlypairings! <3 I actually have stuff to share, haha.

in a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames 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 filename 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!

Current WIPs:

Leave 'Em Burning (Chrissy x Eddie, Eddie POV only, multichapter)

When the Witnesses Are Gone (Zuko x Katara, alternating POVs, multichapter)

I will share a snippit from LEB, since I just had the doc opened:

“I got your stuffed toy. It’s sitting at the foot of my bed, staring at me with its beady, little dog eyes.”

He heard a stray note of laughter and smiled to himself.

“That dog’s been with me since before we moved to Hawkins. I think I called him Binky when I was small,” she told him in a voice that was partially shy, to which he could imagine her digging a toe into her carpet or twirling a piece of loose hair.

“Binky? My Uncle Wayne thinks you may have crocheted his overalls together. If so, I wish you had come to me for drugs sooner because I really could have used a tip or two to impress Mrs. Fordham in Home Economics. I barely passed.”

A playful snort. “So I take it someone else is patching your jeans cut and jackets with band logos?”

Eddie’s eyes fell to his splinted fingers, and he turned his palm up to examine the dried blood under his fingernails, a smirk twitching across his face. “Ah, how observant of you. Yeah, that’s all me. I may have an Exodus patch laying around, an original, you know. I’m sure little Binky would love a black pentagram ironed onto his overalls.”

He pictured her scrunching her nose. “Does it have to be black?”

Now it was his turn to laugh. “Cunningham, you gave him to me. What did you think was going to happen? He’s due for a miscreant Munson makeover.”

“I’m sure he’s in good hands, whatever style you decide to give him. If not, I trust your uncle to make sure he’ll be alright. Your uncle is super sweet.”

His amusement faltered, and he struggled somewhat to shift the position of his sore, bruised legs. “What happened, Chrissy? You didn’t come to school for two days.”

A shaky sigh came from the other line.

[hellcheer-heaven]

Okay, I’m actually making an effort to work on a Hellcheer animatic. So far I have 30 seconds complete!

The chosen song for this animatic is “Every Breath You Take” by The Police.

Here are a couple of finished frames.

[slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction]

So @justhere4thevibez tagged me a million years ago to share something from a WIP, but while I have a few chugging away in the background I haven't made a ton of progress on them.

HOWEVER, I've started writing/making a Hellcheer modern au text chat thing that was inspired by this post, and I'm having a ridiculous amount of fun making it (in the most complicated and very me way of doing it) so have these snippets!

I tag @erythromanc3r @keerysquinn @medusasfinalgirl and @1lostsoul0fishbowl to share some WIP goodness, but no pressure 😉

[ebongawk]

WIP Whenever

tysm @justhere4thevibez for the tag!!

Okay I have way too many WIPs to do snippets from them all but the two main ones I'm working on are:

the time travel AU:

“Eddie?” Whether it was the sound of his name or the weight of his gaze that grabbed her attention, Chrissy glanced up.  Taken aback, blinking in surprise, Chrissy looked toward her boyfriend briefly before her eyes met his again.  Catching him in the act of openly staring, and Eddie knew he was being a creep.  But he couldn’t stop.  He couldn’t look away.  He couldn’t breathe. She was even wearing her fucking cheer uniform. She’s gonna die soon. But she’s alive right now. And she was looking right at him. “Eddie, man, you good?” A sudden pat to his shoulder snapped the moment clean in half, yanking his attention away from her endlessly sad eyes.  Eyes that no one else seemed to notice.  Heaving in a great breath, Eddie felt his entire body go numb, looking away from Chrissy Cunningham.  Putting her back in his periphery, where she’d lived for so many years before that fateful March day, as he caught Henderson’s concerned expression.  Sinclair and Wheeler were also staring at him like he’d lost his marbles, unapologetically staring at the basketball captain’s girlfriend. “I-I––” he started, taking a half-step back. “You good?” Dustin asked again, hesitance coloring his tone in blue worry.  “You look like you just saw a ghost.” I did. She’s gonna die.  She’s gonna die. She’s gonna die, and it’s all my fucking fault.

AND the cuckolding AU:

“You haven’t even ordered yet.” Hesitating, Chrissy let out a slow, deep breath, eyes still tracing the granules of wood beneath her fingertips.  They glanced up, washing over the mass of glass bottles lined up in neat little rows, silently picking apart the labels and trying to assuage which one would be safest.  Least caloric.  Trying to maintain appearances, or something.  Trying to pretend her lie of a relationship hadn’t just imploded, and she needed to remain pleasant and small to keep Jason interested.  As her mother told her, all through high school.  Even if all she wanted was a Sex on the Beach.  “Um.  A vodka tonic, please?” The bartender scoffed.  He scoffed. “Princess, listen,” he said, leaning so his own elbows were propped on the bar just inches from hers.  “You really want a vodka tonic?  I’ll make you the best goddamn vodka tonic you’ve ever had in your life.  But if you’re gonna keep eye-fucking my peach schnapps like it’s a four course meal, I’m gonna end up charging you for it.” “Oh, my God.”  She was laughing so hard her stomach had started to hurt. “It’s a dollar a shot, you dig?” “Listen, Mr. Barkeep––” “Eddie,” he interrupted to introduce himself. “I am not eye-fucking your peach schnapps,” she cried around the humor in her throat.  God, it tasted so good.  Almost as good as a Sex on the Beach.  “I didn’t even think bartenders could talk like that!  What happened to customer service?” “Alright, princess––” “Chrissy.” “Maybe the bartenders don’t talk like that at the royal castle in the sky that you obviously floated down from,” he grinned to show her he was still joking, “but this is my bar, and I can say eye-fucking all I want.”

(completely different vibes of stories lmao)

I'm tagging anyone who wants to participate!

[staceymcgillicuddy]

WIP Whenever

Thanks for the tag @justhere4thevibez! Here's a little something from perception check, since I can't share much of my RBB, which has been taking up the most of my time, and the next chapter of Soul is untouched, editing-wise.

(To be fair, this is also untouched, editing-wise, and probably repetitive and stilted as hell, but I'm less precious about it than Soul, so... yeah!)

Chrissy fucking Cunningham, dude. Small world, and all, but of all the people he half-remembers from his stint in Hawkins, she’s solid. A real recollection. This little kid, all pigtails and ruddy cheeks, crying in the corner backstage at the worst gig Eddie’s ever played. A broken pom-pom, she’d explained when he’d asked, holding up a silvery doohickey with a broken plastic handle.  Her mother, she informed him, was gonna kill her, because the pom-poms cost ten dollars, which was a sum so staggeringly huge that it set off a fresh wave of tears. And, like, call him a softy, but crying kids and kicked dogs have always been a liability to his heartstrings, so he fixed her handle with the roll of duct tape he perpetually kept in his bag because you never knew when you might need a quick fix. A life lesson he imparted to her as he wrapped her shit up and sent her on her way.  The routine was pretty dumb, as he recalls, set to some song he hated at the time. But her pom-pom didn’t go flying into the audience, and after the show he caught her eye in the lobby and gave her a thumbs up, which she returned. And, yeah, he moved away soon after. Hadn’t thought much about her, or the incident, until last night, when he’d clocked those wide, familiar eyes and made the connection between the cute girl in front of him and the scared kid he’d helped.  Time, man. What a motherfucker. Because yeah, cute’s probably an understatement. Not the type of girl he’s usually into, to be sure, but pretty in a weird, wholesome way where she probably brushes her teeth three times a day and scrubs under her nails in the shower. He wants to take her on a date. Like, an actual date, which is something he hasn’t done in years. Not since his last girlfriend, and that relationship ended in a flame-out so spectacular on her prom night that he’s stuck to one-night stands ever since. So, he’s gonna call her. Tonight, maybe. Or, no. That’s too soon. He’ll come off like a stalker. Better to wait a couple days so he doesn’t seem too eager. Besides, she’s like… smart. College smart. Probably has homework and classes and friends and all sorts of things going on.  No boyfriend, though. Or other dates. He hopes to hell she doesn’t have other dates. 

Tagging @binickandros, @bisexualchrissycunningham, @1lostsoul0fishbowl, and @erythromanc3r for anything you're working on, not necessarily writing if that's not what you're doing most of these days!

[steves-strapcollection]

here i have found some peace of mind [WIP snippet]

So bc I'm waiting until I have more of the fic actually COMPLETED before I start posting, I'm gonna... keep sharing snippets that I rly like and am really excited for y'all to see. a lot of these scenes will likely change and get longer, and some scenes i share might get axed, who knows? ANYWAY here's some Eddie POV from my modern rockstar!Eddie/housing coordinator!Steve AU!!!

“Dude, is that Chrissy’s phone?”

Eddie jumped and looked up at Jeff with wide eyes. Jeff was standing in the doorway of the “bedroom” of the tour bus. For a moment, Eddie was struck with the idea to eat the phone to hide it which he put a stop to immediately.

“Maybe,” Eddie said elusively, rolling so he was laying more on his side rather than on his stomach.

“You know she’s literally about to have an aneurysm out there trying to find that, right?” Jeff asked with a snort before he climbed up into his bunk across the small hall between bunks.

“At this point, if she hasn’t figured out that I have her phone one hundred percent of the time she can’t find it, that's on her,” Eddie said haughtily, going back to the game of Sudoku he was struggling with before Steve called.

“Maybe you should stop losing your phones, yeah?” Jeff suggested tiredly, throwing his arm over his eyes.

Eddie pouted at the puzzle. “I didn’t lose my phone,” he grumbled, and Jeff snorted.

“Okay, fine, maybe you should stop completely destroying your phones, plural,” he said, and Eddie felt his ears heat up.

It wasn’t his fault that they made phones more and more fragile while also making them too big to fit in his pockets. It’s also not his fault that he was prone to jumping up onto surfaces he shouldn’t be climbing around on and horsing around. He had a diagnosis for that and a prescription and everything, he was honestly doing his best.

Maybe goofing off on the half-wall overlooking the Grand Canyon while wearing his tightest pair of jeans with the least effective pockets last week wasn’t the best decision, but it wasn’t his fault.

The time before that, he was just trying to get a signal while they drove through the boonies. It wasn’t his fault that the bus driver hit a pothole the second Eddie held his phone close to the open window. It truly actually wasn’t.

And before that, he actually just lost his phone. Eddie was positive he had it in his bag, and then when they got to the next venue, it wasn’t there. That happens to the best of people all the time, right?

According to his band mates, no, that didn’t happen to people all the time, but he was pretty sure they were all just conspiring to make him look like a weirdo.

“Whatever, the point is Chrissy knows I always have her phone when she can’t find it. Her freaking out is just silly,” Eddie said with a sniff, glaring down at the Sudoku puzzle he was making zero progress with.

“Edward Munson!”

Jeff peered over the edge of his bunk to smirk at Eddie’s wide-eyed stare. “Uh oh,” he teased as Chrissy stormed into the room.

“You!” she practically shrieked, pointing at him as he shoved the phone between his body and the mattress as if she hadn’t already seen it in his hands.

“What?” he asked innocently, and he screamed as she dove into his bunk to wrestle the phone out from under him.

They tussled for a while, Chrissy yelling all sorts of expletives at him that were honestly still a shock coming from her sweet face. She was also a dirty fighter.

“Ow, shit! Did you just bite me?” Eddie hissed, grabbing Chrissy’s whole face and pushing her away as he looked at the distinctly teeth-shaped indents on his arm. They were deep, just barely not breaking skin and would definitely bruise.

Then Chrissy licked his palm like an animal, and he recoiled enough that he rolled off of her phone.

“What the fuck, Cunningham, that’s disgusting,” Eddie said with a glower, wiping his hand off on his shirt as Chrissy checked for new messages. When she didn’t respond, he added suggestively, “you have no idea where my hand has been.”

“I’ve had worse than whatever you’ve got going on in my mouth,” Chrissy muttered. 

Eddie grimaced. “Now I’m thinking about Jason’s dick, thanks for that, Chris,” he groaned, and Chrissy just snorted.

“I was actually talking about that pizza we were subjected to by the venue last week, but okay, bring my ex’s dick into this,” Chrissy said before smacking Eddie’s chest.

“Ow, my nipples,” Eddie pouted, and she just smacked him again, trying not to laugh.

“Stop stealing my phone!” Chrissy bit out through her teeth, trying to intimidate but honestly channeling the energy of a chihuahua puppy.

“I didn’t steal it! I was just using it! Secretly! While you were looking for it!” Eddie said, barely containing his laugh.

“You’re an asshole, you know that? We’re getting you a new phone as soon as we have time,” Chrissy huffed, tossing her phone back onto Eddie’s bed, which he immediately snatched it back up. “Don’t hide it from me.”

“Did you fucking delete all the answers I figured out on this stupid puzzle?” Eddie gasped, looking at Chrissy with wide eyes.

“Maybe I did,” she said huffily, puffing up her chest as she crossed her arms.

“You monster,” Eddie wailed, flopping back and laying the back of his hand over his forehead dramatically.

“Well, maybe you’ll think before you destroy your next phone, huh?” Chrissy said, reaching over to quickly and viciously pinch one of Eddie’s nipples through his shirt. As Eddie yelled, she quickly dove off the bunk with a shrieking giggle and fled the room.

For a moment Eddie tried to chase her, but with all the wrestling they had managed to get his blankets tangled around his legs. Did Eddie only stop trying to chase Chrissy when he ended up in an undignified heap on the floor of the bus? Perhaps, but only Jeff and him would know that for sure.

“You good, Eddie?”

When Eddie looked up to see Jeff’s phone out and clearly recording if the way he was stifling his laughter was anything to go by, Eddie groaned and dropped his forehead to the floor with a loud thump. Of course, Jeff would be recording this whole mess, just like Gareth had recorded the exact moment he realized his phone had fallen into a literal canyon last week. Naturally, all these moments would be edited together for their next “tour diary” on their YouTube channel.

And yes, the incident with Eddie’s phone falling out the window of the moving bus was also caught on video, and the fans had lost it. So yeah, now their tour diaries included an entire section dubbed “Cringefail Eddie” and it was all good fun.

Crawling back into his bunk, Eddie picked up Chrissy’s phone and started the Sudoku puzzle over again with a bright smile on his face. Yeah, stardom was kind of lonely, but he still had his best friends along for the ride with him.

Please consider reblogging if u like it!! And let me know if u want to be added to the taglist for when it goes live. If u wanna be tagged in WIP snippets too!! TAGLIST (of the ppl who seem to like to read my writing even if it's not finished yet pls just let me know if u don't wanna be tagged in all my snippets)!! @patchworkgargoyle, @scarcrossdlvrs, @indigohightide, @steddieas-shegoes, @indigohightide, @amerikanskaya-krassavitsa, @mylilplanet, @afewproblems

[asbealthgn]

platonic hellcheer will always be sibling vibes to me

[a-strange-inkling]

Hellcheer Being Human AU

A vampire, a ghost, and a werewolf all rent a house together. Sorry, no. There’s no punchline.

@klauscarolove @lunasink 🖤🖤🖤

(Another WIP because I’m sick and can’t get the idea out of my head lol NOTE: this is on the way way back of back burners, but the idea is just too perfect to ignore)

Snippet:

It’s quiet when Eddie walks through the front door, the only sound is the television softly blaring in the living room. “Hey, I’m back!” he calls, shrugging off his worn denim jacket, hanging it on the coat jack. He waits expectantly for the quick, quiet footsteps to come rushing down the hall, but he’s met only with silence. “Hello?” He shouts, brows furrowing at the lack of response.

He kicks off his boots, leaving them haphazard in the doorway behind him almost petulantly.

That’s always a sure way to summon a restless spirit.

But still, nothing.

Feeling somewhat dejected, he wanders to the living room where he finds Steve laying flat on his stomach, staring at the TV, several empty beer cans floating around him, his current one hanging precariously from his grip over the side of the couch.

“Hey.” Eddie barks again in annoyance.

Steve blinks a few times as if waking from a trance, glancing up at him over his shoulder. “Oh hey, man.” he greets casually, voice somewhat slurred, before letting his head fall back to the pillow, his gaze returning to the stimulating beaches of Baywatch. “How was your hunt?”

“Fine, thanks.” Eddie mutters. Cold, lonely and unsatisfying. He peers around, moving to the kitchen, then back. Searching. The house is pristine except for Steve’s little corner of self pity. “How was it here?”

“Uneventful.” Steve replies with a shrug, bringing the aluminum can to his lips, taking a long slow sip.

Eddie’s gaze finally settles back on Steve’s slumped form, trying hard not to be too agitated. “I take it Nancy didn’t call.”

Steve pouts, winking one eye as he looks down the hole into the contents of his drink.

“Nope.” his lips pop. “I guess our relationship is still on bullshit status, as far as she’s concerned.”

“You try calling her?” Eddie suggests, not really sure if he has it in him to hear another chapter of the ongoing Nancy saga.

Steve chuckles sadly. “Yeah, um, that’s a great idea… but she hasn’t been home the last few days, so...”

“What do you mean ‘hasn’t been home’?”

“I mean she went on a last minute investigation out of town with Jonathan.”

Eddie winces. Okay, fair enough, he’s not just being dramatic, things do sound somewhat terminal. Wheeler needed to make up her goddamn mind so the rest of them could all get on with their lives. Jesus. “Sorry, man.” he offers lamely.

Steve shrugs again, numb and content in his wallowing. “Yeah, it’s whatever.”

Eddie gives the house another once over. “...Where’s Chrissy?”

Steve scoffs with a sideways smile. “Why? Was she not there to greet you at the door?”

Eddie shoots him a warning look, eyes flashing red. He’ll chalk that low blow up to the alcohol and lady troubles.

“I don’t know, she’s been upstairs since I got home.” He finally relents, a little guilt laced in his voice, but he drowns it down with another swig.

“Jesus, Harrington,” Eddie rolls his eyes, anger flaring up in his stomach. He’s gone four fucking days.

“Hey, when I asked she said she wanted to be alone, then fazed out!” Steve snaps at his retreating back. “What am I supposed to do? Have a seance?”

“Thought you were supposed to be good with women.” Eddie grumbles, honoring his promise to not throw any more paperweights at his roommate’s head as he makes his way up the stairs.

He tries the doors first, finding hers locked. He gives it a jiggle before knocking. “Hey, Chris, it’s Eddie, I’m home… You in there?”

Nothing.

He knocks again, worry gnawing at his core. “Chrissy, please, I just want to make sure you’re okay… then, look, I’ll walk away, leave you alone, promise.”

Silence stretches long and he considers picking the lock, kicking the door down. But he doesn’t want to do that, he doesn’t want to force his way in. “This really isn’t fair, you know? Not all of us can walk through walls.”

Fist unfurling, he slides his hand down the old, treated surface. She’s in there, he can feel her faint essence pulsing, she still hasn’t mastered masking it completely.

He leans his forehead heavily against door. She’s never done this. She’s never shut him out. “C’mon Chrissy, let me in.” he whispers, closing his eyes tight, just short of begging. “…I really… I really missed you.”

Almost a full, agonizing minute passes before he finally hears the soft click of the lock release. With a deep inhale, he turns the knob and steps inside.

The room appears empty, until she flickers into the material plane. She’s in her favorite chair by the window, all curled up in a tiny ball in the evening sunlight, face buried in her folded arms.

He lets out the breath he was holding as he moves, falling to his knees beside her. “Oh, sweetheart,”

Soft, delicate, sobs rack her entire body, and it’s enough to break his cold, dead heart. “What is it? What’s wrong?” he whispers anxiously.

She shifts away from him, head tucked into her elbow, her cardigan stained with wet and dry tears. He moves a hand to her back tentatively, tracing small circles. “Chrissy, talk to me.” Leaning forward, he ducks a little, trying to find her gaze. “What happened?”

“…Jason came by today.” she finally murmurs, still hiding from him. “He came to fix the shower head while Steve was at work.”

He feels something cold in his chest, his hand slowly stilling on her back.

“That… That usually makes you happy.” he says, jealousy prickling under his skin as he thinks about her jubilant skipping and excitement whenever their douchebag of a landlord stops by.

Carver can never see her, but she always lingers around, smiling sweetly, her eyes shining with past memories of their undoubtedly perfect life together.

“H-he brought a girl with him.” She adds, voice barely audible.

“…Oh.” He replies quietly as it all starts making sense.

“I mean,” she hiccups, raising her head just enough to rub away at her tears. “I knew he was seeing someone… at least I thought he was, and I should have expected it to happen eventually, but to actually see her in our house…” she breaks down again, fresh hot tears spilling over the cold.

“Hey, hey,” he soothes, his hand moving again, now sliding up and down her spine. “It’s okay.”

“He looked so happy with her, Eddie.” she sobs. “She’s so much prettier than me.”

“Bullshit.” he snaps quietly, face twisting up in disbelief. “Cunningham, you’re the prettiest girl to ever walk the earth.”

She scoffs loudly through her tears, shaking her head ruefully at him.

“What, don’t believe me?” he asks. “I’ve been around for more than a century and I’ve never seen anything or anyone as beautiful as you.”

She releases a shaky whimper, tucking a little more into herself.

“Come on, Chrissy.” He pleads, hand falling against her knee. “Look at me, please?”

With a deep breath, she wipes her eyes with her sleeve before finally facing him with a pitiful little sniff.

Eddie stares up at her in reverence. She truly is an apparition, her cheeks flushed rosy pink, the setting sun catching fire in her strawberry blonde waves, her skin glowing softly in the golden light.

He wasn’t lying, she really is the most beautiful creature he has ever seen in his dark and lonely life.

And monster that he is, he can’t help but dare to touch her, taint her, caressing her face with his rough, bloodstained hands. She doesn’t shrink away, she never does.

“I’m so stupid.” She whispers, leaning into his calloused palm.

“No, you’re not.” He counters softly, mouth still parted in awe, brushing away her tears. “…that couldn’t have been easy to see, I’m sorry you were here alone when it happened.”

“I feel so awful.” She tells him. “I do want him to be happy. I really do.”

“Of course you do, sweetheart.” He assures her. “Doesn’t make it hurt any less.”

He knows that better than anyone.

Her dark blue eyes wash over him, and yet again, he’s drowning, helpless.

Falling forward, she wraps her arms around his shoulders and he catches her, pulling her in, pressing her body flush against his, hand falling to the small of her back.

She makes a little sound and oh God, this is what he wanted. This is what he was looking for, waiting for. He buries his face into her neck, breathing her in deeply, unable to stop himself.

“I missed you too.” she whispers into his hair. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Me too, Cunningham,” he tells her. “Me too.”

[pearlypairings]

wip wednesday:)

for this week's WIP challenge curated by @hellcheeranniversaryweek I figured I'd share 5 sentences (#5 on the post's list) of one of my works in the google doc oven :) ⋆✩⋆｡°✩

Eddie and Chrissy sit on the back porch of his uncle’s trailer, pointing out the constellations that Dustin had taught them during the last new moon. Chrissy had learned she likes the Summer Triangle, which has the three of the brightest stars—Deneb, Vega, and Altair; the trio glint amid the dark blanket of the summer night sky of Hawkins. Stars seem easier to spot with the moon tucked away, waiting to be reborn into the next lunar cycle. City lights are too far away to dampen the stars’ spirits in front of the two young admirers.

This fic is more of a meditation on love in quiet moments, appreciating the simple gifts of presence. Sharing coffee together, splitting your last cigarette, gazing at the stars together in the middle of night when not a peep of other people can be heard. Joy that vibrates in the smallest of moments and gestures, but mean more than the grandest displays of affection.

That kind of thing:)

[hellcheeranniversaryweek]

1ST JULY

Decades: 1950s

Hot Spot: Hawkins High 1986 Prom

Song Request: I think we’re alone now - Tiffany

R Rated: Handcuffs

Wild card: Role Reversal

      WIP words: dress, tight, switch

2ND JULY

AU: Rival Families

A Classic Trope: Secret Admirer

Mash Up: Arranged marriage x fairytale

Future: Rockstar’s wife

Wild Card: Tragic Tale

      WIP words: match, against, famous

3RD JULY

Decades: 1960s

AU: Castle AU

Meet Cute: Comic Con 

Song Request: Heaven is a place on Earth - Belinda Carlise

Wild Card: What Goes Bump in the Night

      WIP words: wild, nerd, worth

4TH JULY

Mash Up: Witch x Coffee Shop

Hot Spot: Hawkins High Ten Year Reunion

R rated: Back of Eddie’s Van

Future: First baby

Wild Card: An Interfering Matchmaker

      WIP words: wicked, mattress, reunite

5TH JULY

Decades: 2000s

A classic trope: Only one bed

Song Request: Time after time - Cyndi Lauper

Hot Spot: The Hideout

Wild card: Outsider POV

      WIP words: waiting, pillow, drink

6TH JULY

AU: The Detective and the Thief

Meet Cute: Theater kids/the school play

Mash up: Class project x Miscommunication 

Future: Later in life

Wild Card: Double Date

     WIP words: scene, older, pencil

7TH JULY

Decades: 1990s

AU: Married in Vegas

R Rated: Praise Kink

Hot spot: Vacation

Wild Card: Anniversary

     WIP words: lights, celebrate, good

[half-oz-eddie]

ok this one got me curious, what’s The Night(mares) In Hawkins Prison (Harringrove & Hellcheer)

Ooooh this is one I don't think I've told anybody about yet ~

Eddie is serving a 5 year sentence for drug trafficking. Billy's 2 and a half years into his 10 year sentence for manslaughter, and in another 2 and a half years, he's eligible for parole.

Prison officer Steve is willing to do anything for Billy, and Billy uses that to his advantage to make his and Eddie's life on the inside more comfortable. He even uses Steve to help Eddie get closer to Prison Nurse Chrissy, who he has a major crush on.

But something's wrong. Terribly wrong. Prisoners are going mad, dying left and right, and the industrial clocks around the prison are so fucking loud, but only the prisoners can hear them. That is, until one fateful night when Vecna seizes control of the prison during a lockdown and the 4 of them have to come together to survive the night somehow.

(This fic is more than halfway done and hopefully I'll be able to post it soon !)

[justhere4thevibez]

Find the words from the list in your WIPs and post the paragraphs they belong to!

I got tagged by @bisexualchrissycunningham and @cyraclove thanks loveys 💛 so the words I'm tasked with are: grip, book, wild, smirk, find, close, gentle, push, fade, and almost. also I incorrectly read the brief and didn't realize I had to post the whole paragraph. so you're just getting sentences lol

grip: from unnamed smut fic

But Eddie simply gripped her flushed cheeks and held her still.

book: from unnamed christmas fic

It was cozy and a little eerie and familiar in the way used bookstores are, coated with the heavy scent of aged paper and muffled from the dampening effect of floor-to-ceiling books.

wild: from unnamed smut fic

He must’ve heard wilder things from his other customers, but he never got a reputation for spilling secrets.

smirk: from If You Fall, I Will Catch You

“Glad this asshole’s learned some manners,” Max said, smirking at Eddie’s affronted huff.

find: from unnamed social media au

His heart had just pulled the parachute ripcord only to find out he’d been holding a backpack all along.

close: from Looking for Something Dumb to Do

So, he kept his eyes tightly closed, though he couldn’t help shivering a little when she pressed her lips against his forehead.

gentle: from Looking for Something Dumb to Do

With a gentle tug, she eased him forward so his head lay on her chest, cradled next to her steady heartbeat.

push: from I Can't Get Rid of You

If they labeled him a pushy, controlling asshole, so be it.

fade: from I Can't Get Rid of You

Once the last note faded, Eddie set the guitar back on its stand and hopped down from the stage.

almost: from If You Fall, I Will Catch You

He was so… good. It was almost too much to bear.

Tagging @1lostsoul0fishbowl @pearlypairings @staceymcgillicuddy @jenniebellie @ebongawk and your words are sun, chilly, sweet, high, and green.

[puppy-steve]

a piece from my platonic hellcheer roadtrip wip that i want to make some progress on soon

Chrissy rolls over to face him. Eddie can't tell if she's still drunk or not.

She giggles when he reaches over and swipes a thumb under her eye where her eyeliner is smudged and the corners of Eddie's lips tick up in amusement. He lets his hand fall back to the bed and tucks it underneath his pillow.

Chrissy's eyes are starting to droop and just when Eddie thinks she's out, she takes in a sharp breath and shifts under the covers, pulling them under her chin. She looks at Eddie with an unreadable expression.

"Do you think..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, like she doesn't want to disrupt the comfortable silence that's settled between them. It's a stark contrast to how loud she was at the bar and when Eddie dragged her through the door of their hotel room, still drunkenly slurring that Cyndi Lauper song from karaoke.

"And you've taken all you can bare, you call me up because you know I'll be there."

"Alright, superstar," Eddie chuckles fondly as he sits her on the edge of the bed. "I think it's time you hit the hay. You're gonna have a bitch of a hangover in the morning."

He kneels down in front of her and starts unlacing her boots. Her singing stops and Chrissy sits up from where she'd flopped onto her back and gives Eddie a look that he equates to a pouting bunny. "I am not a bitch in the mornings, Theodore Munson."

It startles a laugh out of Eddie so hard that he almost chokes on it. "That's not even remotely close to what I said, but," he gives her an apologetic look, "you kind of are, babe."

It earns him a deserved smack on the head but Chrissy quickly goes back to humming her songs and Eddie is able to get her out of her party clothes and into her pajamas without much fuss.

"You can always call me," she says before he turns the lights out. Her back is turned but her voice is clear. "You know that right? Just like I can always call you."

Eddie blinks, hand froze under the lamp shade. "Of course I know that, Chris," he says after a blip of silence. She doesn't say anything else so Eddie turns the light off and slips under he blankets beside her.

Eddie nudges her socked foot with his own bare one. "Do I think what?"

Chrissy bites her lip like she does when she's nervous. "If we both weren't gay and you weren't dating Steve, do you think we would've worked out?"

The question catches Eddie off guard. "Oh."

Chrissy shakes her head and quickly sits up. "It's a stupid question, I know. I shouldn't have asked–"

"Hey." Eddie grabs her hand before she can get out of bed. "It isn't stupid. Nothing you ever say is stupid, don't say mean things about my best friend."

That gets a watery laugh out of her. Eddie gently gives her hand a pull and Chrissy easily lays back down. The lights stay off because this feels like a lights off kind of conversation.

"I don't know," Eddie says honestly, stroking her knuckles with his thumb. "Maybe. But I think that deep down we would have known we aren't right for each other that way."

Chrissy looks at their hands and nods. "Yeah... Even if it meant figuring this stuff out later, I think I would have liked to try."

A sadness makes a home in Eddie's core. Deep down he knows he never would have been able to give her the kind of love she deserves, but he also knows that Chrissy thinks she doesn't deserve any type of love at all.

So he scoots closer until he's got her pulled into his chest, their arms around each other. "What I do know is that you're my best friend in the whole world. And I know that there isn't a single universe in which I wouldn't find you and make sure you know how much I love you."

He feels Chrissy hug him tighter and he kisses the top of her head.

"You're loved by so many people, Chrissy Cunningham."