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[ladykailitha]

Sweet Home Indiana Part 1

Hello! And welcome to this fun little fusion that I came up with here. If anyone can find the post about gay legal troubles after gay marriage was legalized (I think was originally about polyamory divorces) let me know so I can link here, too.

Summary: Eddie is a successful tattoo artist in Seattle and is engaged to be married to Chrissy. Only there is one problem. Well, technically three. You see, back before the Supreme Court ruled that gay marriage was a right and not a privilege Eddie had gotten married in a couple of different states to different people. But now that's it's legal, he's a bigamist and he has to get his exes to divorce him. Which is easy enough for two of the three, not so much for the third. You see the third just isn't just any ex, it's the ex. Steve Harrington. So now he has to go down to Hawkins and try to convince the person he thought he was going to spend his life with to divorce him. Something much easier said then done, especially when Eddie finds himself falling back in love.

EDDIE IS GAY IN THIS BUT THERE ARE REASONS OKAY!

****

Eddie’s life was good. Let it be said that it was really good. He knew that. But he had regrets. Didn’t everyone?

He regretted how his band broke up. It wasn’t his fault, but he hadn’t seen the cracks when they had started to show. He hadn’t seen how tired Jeff was getting or how fucked Gareth was. He hadn’t seen that Brian was only phoning it in every night.

So when it all fell apart after a concert in Seattle, he was left holding the pieces of his band and his broken heart. He had gotten a job as a tattoo apprentice and had worked really hard to get his own chair.

He had friends. Good ones. Jeff had stayed in Seattle, too. Gareth had gone into rehab and had moved to a small village in the south of France. Brian had gotten married and moved back to Indiana where he became a teacher and lived a quiet life. The life he had always wanted.

Then there was Chrissy. He loved her so much. They had met when she came into the tattoo parlor to get a tattoo covered. She wanted to cover the name of her ex-boyfriend with a purple violet. Eddie had smiled at her when she asked.

It was some of his best work, if he was honest.

She was a legal assistant that had just gotten her paralegal degree and was trying to get a work visa.

She had come over to the USA from Barbados. A little island country in the Caribbean.

He didn’t know how she could stand living in damp Seattle after being born on sun-soaked shores under glistening palm trees. But Chrissy was adamant that she loved being in Washington where it rained almost all the time.

Eddie was on a mission. One that he had sworn to Chrissy that he would do today.

He walked into the county clerk’s office and applied for a marriage license for him and Chrissy.

“I’m sorry Mr. Munson,” the clerk told him, “but our records show that you have not one, not two but three marriages in three different states.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide.

“What?” He would remember that, surely.

“To a William Hargrove in Hawaii, a Thomas M. Hagan in New York, and Steven J. Harrington in Massachusetts,” the woman said, holding up her reading glasses in front of her face to read off the list.

“But those were only legal in the state they were preformed in, right?” he asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.

The woman shook her head. “Not since the Supreme Court ruled that it was legal for gays to get married. It’s cause a lot of trouble for a lot you people, let me tell you.”

Eddie knocked his knuckle on the counter and licked his lips. “Shit.”

She grimaced sympathetically. “I’m sorry, but before you can get a marriage license in the state of Washington, you’ll have to provide divorce decrees from all three of your exes.”

Eddie pounded on the counter this time with his open palm. “Thanks.”

He walked away and he heard her call out, “Next!”

Shit, shit, shit.

This was going to be hell, he could feel it.

****

Chrissy had fast food waiting for him when he got home from work.

“Did you get the license?” she asked, handing him his food and drink.

Eddie buried his head in his hands. “No, because stupid gay marriage legalization made all gay marriages legal, no matter what state you preformed them in.”

“Oh.”

She sat down hard. “So your three marriages suddenly count?”

“Yeah,” Eddie murmured. “I don’t even know where any of them are. Like I assume Steve’s still in Hawkins, because he’d never leave, but the other two? I have no fucking idea.”

She patted him on the shoulder and said, “We’ll find a way. The law firm has investigators on staff for this very reason. It might take a while, but we’ll find them.

Eddie nodded. “I’m sorry.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and sat down on his lap. “I’m not. You didn’t know. Otherwise you would have taken care of it when Obergefell v. Hodges went through the Supreme Court.”

Eddie nodded, but he pursed his lips, his hands up around her waist to hold her steady.

“Let’s just eat and I’ll start work on it tomorrow,” she murmured. “Okay?”

“Mmk,” he muttered.

****

Three weeks later, Eddie had in hand two of the three annulments. Billy had sent his back with a little note that said, “With pleasure.” Tommy had merely sent his back without comment.

That was a relief. He was no longer bound to either of those two assholes. He wasn’t even sure what possessed him to marry them in the first place.

Well, okay. He did. He was far away from home, lonely and willing to connect with anyone who would fuck him.

He was getting ready to call Chrissy to her the good news when the phone rang under his hand.

Eddie frowned at it for a moment, before he picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Eddie? Eddie Munson?” the familiar voice sounded through the cell phone.

“This is he,” he replied, still confused.

“If you want to divorce me, you asshole,” Steve spat, “then have the fucking courage to tell me to my face.”

“Steve?” Eddie asked, his confusion still there, but for a different reason now. How did he get his number?

“Yeah,” Steve hissed. “Remember me? The man you left for fame and fortune? How is that going, by the way?”

Eddie gritted his teeth. “You know full well we broke up, I know Dustin still talks to you.”

He could hear Steve snap his fingers. “That’s right. You broke up. And until you tell me to my face you want to do the same, you take your annulment and shove it up your ass.”

“Stevie...” Eddie pleaded.

“Don’t ‘Stevie’ me,” Steve growled. “Fuck you.”

And the phone went dead then Eddie turned his phone around to see that yes, Steve had disconnected the call.

“Fuck.”

****

Eddie called Chrissy with the news. Two yeses and a ‘fuck you’.

“All right, Ed,” she said. “There is more to this than you’ve been telling me, so you are coming over to my apartment with the annulments you got and you are going to spill. Capeesh?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” she huffed and then hung up.

Looked like today was hang up on Eddie day. He sat down at the table both annulments spread out in front of him and buried his head in his hands.

After a few minutes of allowing himself to break down, he picked up the papers and grabbed his keys, wallet, and cell phone.

Time to face the music.

****

Chrissy opened the door with a scowl, but softened when she saw how miserable Eddie looked.

He handed her the annulments and she put them her bag to take to work so that they could be filed with county clerk.

“Tell me about Steve Harrington.”

So Eddie did.

He told her about how they had bonded over a bunch of kids. Kids Steve had used to babysit, but once they got into high school came under Eddie’s wing as leader and DM of the D&D club called The Hellfire Club. How they had gotten together and when Massachusetts made it legal, him, Steve, Jeff, and Steve’s best friend Robin all drove out to Boston and Steve and he got married in a little court house.

“My Uncle Wayne was pissed he wasn’t there,” Eddie said. “But it was spur of the moment thing. We drove all night and got there that afternoon. We put on little suits and let the judge say his words.”

“That sounds sweet, so what happened?”

He let out a shuddering sigh. “Gareth graduated from high school and we got an offer to record an album in New York.”

“Why didn’t he go with you?” she asked gently.

Eddie rubbed his nose. “Because the kids still had two years left of school. He wanted to be there for them. A couple of them didn’t have good home lives and he wanted to make sure they had someone they could count on. We fought about it. Hard.”

“I’m sorry, cher,” she whispered giving his arm a squeeze.

“God,” Eddie said, his voice cracking. “The things we said to each other. It was bad, Chris.”

“And now he won’t sign the papers?” she asked.

He shook his head. “He told me the only way he’d sign anything is I came back to Hawkins and handed it to him myself.”

Chrissy nodded. “All right,” she said, “here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to get a proper divorce degree written up, making sure it’s worded so he knows you won’t be going after any assets he has and then you are taking a week off of work and going down there and facing him. Because holy fucking hell, Ed, he deserves some kind of closure as do you.”

Eddie let out a heartbreaking sigh. “I don’t know if I can face him, Chris. God, I put everything else before him and broke his heart. He always wanted this big wedding. A beautiful reception where all our friends and loved ones were there. A beautiful grey morning jacket with a proper boutonniere and saying his vows across from the one he loved. And instead he got an empty court house and broken promises from a screw up like me.”

She wrapped her arms around him and let him sob into her shoulder.

“Which is why you need to go down there and give him that closure,” she murmured, “so that he can have all that with someone else. Someone who isn’t afraid.”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, just let me know when it’s ready and I’ll take one of my vacation weeks to go to Hawkins, Indiana.”

Chrissy winced. “Maybe don’t sound like you’re going to your funeral, yeah?”

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. As far as he was concerned he was going to a funeral. Maybe not his own, but the death of the first real relationship he ever had and if somehow he made it out alive, he was never going to be the same again.

****

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[shieldofiron]

Chrissy knows what she wants.

[mugloversonly]

Lizzie's March

This is for @stmonstercalendar April: Banshee | rating: T | cw: stillbirth, minor character deaths | wc: 833 summary: The haunting melody of the banshee interrupts Eddie's studio session. AO3

The studio is quiet as Eddie speaks lowly into his cell. The three other band members watch on anxiously as a tear runs down Eddie’s cheeks.

Hurry, hurry. A melody no one can place rings through the small room; but Eddie’s head swivels around the room and he growls.

“You won’t take her too.” With a quick goodbye, he ducks out of the room. Gareth, Bear, and Jeff sprint out after him.

“What’s going on?” Jeff asks as they all get into Eddie’s van.

“Chrissy’s in the hospital.” Eddie floors it toward the ER. Her due date is in three weeks, so Eddie’s on edge.

Normally, that news would be exciting. Eddie’s been so excited for the baby that he’s forced the band to finish this album before she got here. But, the fear and dread comes off him in waves.

“That voice, what was it?” Gareth decides to bite the bullet. With a shuddering breath, Eddie tells them something he’s always been guarded about.

“You guys remember that night I found out my mom died?” Eddie starts. The other boys nod, they weren’t friends yet, but they’ve heard the story. Eddie found out from someone else when he was with Wayne. His dad never even called. “The person who told me my mom died, was a banshee.”

“Like that old Irish legend?” Jeff says with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah, Wayne said it’s a family thing.” Eddie takes a deep breath. “That voice, was the same. I can’t…I’m not going to let it happen again.” They pull into the hospital and three of them hop out, Bear dips into the driver’s seat to park the car.

“My wife, Chrissy Munson. She’s pregnant.” Eddie yells at the receptionist. A grave look appears on her face, and Eddie can’t stand it. She waves him through and directs him to the correct room.

“Chris!” Eddie calls as he sees her. She’s alive, Eddie’s relief however, fades at the look in her eyes. “What happened?”

“She wasn’t moving.” Chrissy whispers. “I got scared so I came here.” Eddie holds his arms open and Chrissy scoots over, allowing Eddie to climb in bed with her.

“It’ll be okay, love.” Eddie promises. He ignores the voice shuttering through the walls. No good, it’s no good. The melody accompanying it, is haunting and turns Eddie’s stomach.

A few minutes later, a doctor comes in the room, his mouth a grim line.

“What is it?” Eddie asks. The melody continues, but thankfully it doesn’t seem like Chrissy can hear it. Too late, too late.

“I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Munson. The baby doesn’t have a heartbeat.” The doctor states. Tears fill Eddie’s eyes and he shares a heartbroken look with his wife.

“What do we do?” Eddie clears his throat, he wants this to be over as quickly as possible. The haunting voice finally fades, giving Eddie one small piece of hope, that there would only be on casualty today.

“We have to deliver. Right now, Mrs. Munson you’re still healthy but if we delay too long, you’d be at risk. We’ll induce labor, then when it’s finished, we can bring in the coroner and make the necessary arrangements.” The doctor steps out to give them a few moments.

“Eddie, I can’t. I can’t go through this just to bury her.” Chrissy sobs, Eddie does the only thing he can, and holds her tightly to his chest.

“If we don’t, honey you could die too. Please don’t make me mourn both of you.” Eddie pleads. A shiver runs down his spine as the words appear in his mind. Careful, careful. “We can get through it, together. I won’t leave your side I promise.” Eddie whispers, he’s not above begging. But, Chrissy nods slowly and takes a deep breath.

“Okay.”

A week after the hospital, the Munsons are surrounded by friends as they hold a funeral for their little girl. Even though she never took a breath, it breaks Eddie to have to bury his child.

The delivery was painful in a lot of ways, but one thing Eddie was grateful for was the banshee’s voice disappearing. It was a huge relief to know Chrissy would survive. Now, they could mourn together.

The headstone wouldn’t be delivered for another week, but there was a temporary cross. Here lies Elizabeth June Munson- May 12, 1999-May 12, 1999. Eddie stares at the marker, a small smile on his face. She’s buried right next to his mom, two Elizabeth Munsons laying side by side.

“Your mom will watch over her.” Chrissy whispers with a peck to his cheek. Eddie nods, takes Chrissy’s hand, and heads to the parking lot. Wayne’s having them over for dinner so they don’t have to worry about it.

The banshee’s melody plays in his head, but it hasn’t returned; thankfully it’s just Eddie’s memory. The notes loop over and over but a small part of Eddie’s inspired by the sound.

He writes a track for the new album; Lizzie’s March.

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[theladycarpathia]

This is by far the weirdest crew that Chrissy has ever worked with.

The hitter and the grifter are distracted working through some unresolved sexual tension, their mastermind appears to have secrets of her own, and the forger is proving to be an unnecessary distraction.

Chrissy may be the best thief in the world but she’s not sure she’s ready for this heist.

Chapters 1-3 found here, currently ongoing. 

[hellcheercaine]

Welcome to my safe space

Hi there tumblrs! 👋 I’m Caine.

Given the traction I have on my blog recently, I figured that I’d do a proper introduction to pin to my profile.

I used to be a Rogue and Gambit shipper before I left fandom culture, but Stranger Things pulled me in and this is where I found my spot here with the wonderful Hellcheers and Harringroves.

The golden rule of this space:

'Ship and let ship.’

I don't care if you follow me even when we like different ships, but if I see any ship bashing or anti comments/tags from you on my posts, you will be blocked.

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🎸📣 Hellcheer Playlist

🍦🚬 Harringrove Mixtape

☁️🌊 Her Sky, Her Sea (Seyloy Playlist)

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Wolfwren (Star Wars Ahsoka)

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[longclawislightbringer]

Chapter Two: The Princess and the Jester

Rating: T

Relationships: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson

Summary: It's fifteen minutes to showtime and Eddie's a nervous wreck when he sees a familiar face in the crowd.

I’ve been absolutely blown away by the response to the first chapter of this little fic. Thank you to all my fellow Hellcheer shippers for being so welcoming. I think I originally started writing this chapter in Chrissy’s POV before deciding that it would be more fun to see it from Eddie’s perspective. After all, there’s a reason this is tagged “Idiots in Love” *wiggles eyebrows*. Thanks once again to my beta, Ry, for taking a look at this chapter. You can find her at ryleighjosephinne on AO3 and at @dustinswill on Tumblr. I hope you all enjoy part 2! I think I've read through it about five times in the last two days, so I'm ready for it to be out there.

Chapter One. Chapter Two.

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As Eddie waited backstage with Jeff and Grant, he fiddled with the skull ring on his pinky finger. The din of the crowd, waiting for the concert to begin, rose behind the curtain. His heart raced in time with the clock above the stage manager’s station on the black cinderblock walls.

“I can’t do this,” Eddie blanched, butterflies dancing in his stomach. “This is the biggest crowd we’ve ever played for.” He crouched on the floor while the backline and lighting crew scurried past him as if nothing was wrong.

“Hey, snap out of it,” Jeff snapped a finger in front of his face.

“But what if I mess everything up?” Eddie wondered, eyes downcast.

“You won’t,” Jeff hauled Eddie to his feet. “You electrify a crowd when you play that guitar. You’ll be fine.”

“I don’t feel fine,” Eddie scoffed, straightening his leather jacket.

“Here,” Grant walked past the sound monitors and tossed him a water bottle. “You’ll feel better.”

“I sure hope so,” Eddie muttered, twisting off the cap to take a sip. The ice-cold water glided down his throat with each gulp.

“Hey,” Gareth mused, “is that Chrissy Cunningham?”

Eddie spewed water all over the floor.

He whipped around toward Gareth, who peeked past the curtain onto the pit.

“I thought she was only coming to the Indianapolis shows?” Jeff interjected.

“She didn’t tell me she was coming!” Eddie set down his half-drunk water and marched to the curtain, peering over Gareth’s shoulder into the crowd.

Chrissy stood at the edge of the stage, looking like a fish out of water in her matching pastel blue miniskirt, sweater, and white Keds. After she checked her watch, she ran a hand through her teased strawberry-blonde hair and fidgeted with one of her many necklaces.

His stomach flipped. Chrissy wore his ring on her hand.

“That’s definitely her,” Eddie mumbled.

“You don’t think she read the interview, do you?” Gareth asked.

Eddie’s heart plummeted.

“When was that supposed to come out?” Eddie questioned through tight lips. “I was supposed to tell her not to read it until she saw me at the Indianapolis show.”

“Last Tuesday,” Jeff replied as he and Grant joined Eddie and Gareth at the curtain. “Maybe she doesn’t read Rolling Stone.”

Chrissy took a poster from the dark-skinned girl in fishnets and combat boots beside her. Eddie waited with bated breath for her to flip it over.

His heart sank once more when he read, “EDDIE MUNSON WE NEED TO TALK” in Chrissy’s perfect handwriting.

“Ouch,” Grant patted him on the back. “Sorry, dude.”

Eddie glanced at the clock above the manager’s podium—still fifteen minutes to curtain.

He could fix this.

_________

He could not fix this.

While he waited for the security guards to bring Chrissy and her friend to their small green room, every tick of the clock reverberated against the white-washed walls. His heartbeat slowed to match; butterflies danced in his chest.

Eddie paced up and down the room, shaking his hands as he dodged the cherry coffee table in front of the couch.

“Dude, sit down,” Gareth called from the couch. “You’re gonna give yourself a headache.”

Eddie bit his lip. “Alright.”

He perched on the brown couch between Jeff and Grant, tapping his fingers on his bouncing leg.

He froze as the green room door creaked open.

Without ceremony, a security guard ushered Chrissy and her friend inside and closed the door behind them.

Chrissy glowed, her strawberry-blonde hair framing her face like a cover girl on a magazine.

The silence hung thick between them, so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Eddie sprang to his feet.

“Chrissy.” Eddie choked out. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she squeaked back.

Jeff broke the tension. “Chrissy, are you going to introduce us to your friend?”

“Right,” Chrissy shook her head as if in a daze. “Guys, this is my roommate, Stacey.”

Stacey waved behind her, her enthusiasm jingling the upwards of ten bracelets she wore on each arm. “Stacey, this is Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and Grant.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Stacey gushed, twirling one of her braids. “I’m a huge fan.“

“Any friend of Chrissy’s is a friend of ours,” Grant said as he shook her hand.

The room settled back into silence. Eddie studied Chrissy like a starving man at a feast, drinking in every last drop of her before she inevitably told him to go to hell.

Gareth slapped his knees and rose from the couch. “Stacey, how would you like to see the stage?”

“I would be honored,” Stacey tipped her head in a mock bow.

“Fantastic!” Gareth grinned. “Jeff and Grant, let’s give Stacey the full tour.”

Grant put down his water as he got up to leave.

“Shouldn’t you guys stay here so the crew can find us?” Eddie asked, fiddling with the edge of his flannel.

“It’ll be fine,” Jeff said through gritted teeth. “We’ll just let Rodney know what we’re doing.” He mouthed, “Talk to her!” while he filed out of the room, leading Gareth, Grant, and Stacey toward the stage.

As she left, Stacey turned back, gave him two thumbs up and winked.

“Have fun!” Chrissy called out to her without looking away, the foreboding poster still dangling from her fingers. Eddie gulped.

When the door clicked closed and they were alone, Eddie rubbed the back of his head, “Chrissy, I—“

“I read the interview—“ Chrissy interrupted him softly, “—in Rolling Stone.”

“Oh,” the color drained from Eddie’s cheeks. “You saw that. You weren’t supposed to see it until I could tell you myself.”

He crossed the room and grabbed her shoulders.

“Look, pretend I never said anything,” Eddie pleaded as her bright eyes filled with tears. “We can go back to the way it was.”

Chrissy shook her head. “Eddie, I don’t think I can.” Her voice wavered.

“No, no,” Eddie stepped back. “Please don’t, Chrissy. I can’t lose—“

The door to the Green Room slammed open.

“Five minutes to your set, Mr. Munson,” the PA said, not even bothering to glance up from his clipboard.

“Coming,” Eddie called as the PA walked away. He turned back to Chrissy but avoided her tearful gaze. “I’ve got to go.” He shouldered past her, continuing, “If you want, you can watch us from the wings. I’m sure the guys already dropped Stacey off. It’s a really great view and—“

“Edward Munson, would you stop talking for once!” Chrisy seethed.

Eddie whirled around in the cinderblock hallway, already halfway toward the stage. Chrissy stood in the green room door, tightly clenching her poster. An angry flush bloomed across her cheeks and bled down her neck into her blue sweater.

Eddie put his hands in his pockets. “I don’t understand.”

“I can’t forget,” Chrissy’s voice quivered, “because . . . because . . . Oh, gosh darn it!”

Eddie reeled back as Chrissy hurled her poster aside and flung herself into his arms. On instinct, he reached his arms around her waist to steady her as she cradled his head, pulling him closer. She jammed their lips together, and in an instant, every anxiety about the upcoming concert vanished.

The world slowed to a standstill around them.

She tasted like strawberries.

Chrissy pulled back with a lazy grin, holding onto the collar of Eddie’s jacket. “I would have said yes if you asked.” Her skin was warm where his hands crept under her sweater. “So now I’m asking you: will you go out with me?”

“What?” Eddie blinked.

“Mr. Munson, you’re needed on stage,” the PA tapped his shoulder, pulling him out of the daze.

“Right,” he grabbed Chrissy by the wrist and dragged her to where Stacey and the rest of the band waited in the wings just out of sight of the crowd.

Depositing her next to her roommate, Eddie fiddled with the hem of her sweater.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Chrissy bristled. “Absolutely.”

“Just had to be sure,” Eddie smirked as he leaned in to give her a quick peck on the lips.

Stacey squealed as the rest of the band gasped. Eddied gave them the finger as he pulled back.

“Yes, Chrissy, I will go out with you,” he answered as the lights dimmed over the crowd and their intro music blared through the speaker system. The crowd roared in applause, chanting “Corroded Coffin” in time to the beat.

Chrissy melted, stars in her eyes as she watched him go.

“I’ll even be your man forever if you like,” Eddie shouted back to her as he backed away.

Giddy, Eddie jogged onto the stage behind his bandmates and assumed his position in front of his microphone downstage left as Jeff approached the mike center stage.

Grabbing his beloved red guitar off the stand, Eddie slung it over his back.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Chrissy in the wings, who blew him a kiss. Beside her, Stacey looked like she was about to faint.

Eddie tinkered with the frets on his guitar.

The backing music cut out. Gareth counted them in on drums as the spot came up on Grant. With precise fingers, he picked out the opening to “Unworthy”.

Eddie tapped his foot, waiting for his turn. In eight bars, he would come in with his signature riff.

He took one last look at Chrissy. She clasped her hands tight.

Eddie winked at her before ripping into his opening chord. The sound reverberated through the stadium as the spotlight above him blasted on, a blindingly hot beam of white light. Eddie closed his eyes. He glided across the strings, plucking out a melodious cacophony.

When he finished his riff, he opened his eyes and glanced at the crowd. They watched the band with rapt attention. Eddie settled into his element.

Jeff stepped up to the mike as the last spotlight blared on. The crowd was putty in his hands.

“We’re Corroded Coffin!” Jeff shouted. “Let’s get ready to rock!”

_____

“Thanks for being such a great crowd, Pittsburgh!” Jeff yelled into the mike. “We’ve got a couple more songs for you all, but I’m going to pass the mike over to Eddie to introduce this next song.”

Eddie glanced between Jeff and the audience without missing a beat.

Jeff nodded toward Chrissy, waiting for him in the wings.

She gave him two thumbs up and mouthed, “You got this!”

Eddie smiled and turned back to the booming crowd. The stage lights beat down on him—he could barely make out any faces beyond the first row.

“Hey, everyone,” he waved. “ I’m Eddie.”

The crowd roared.

“I love you, Eddie!” one guy screamed.

“Thank you,” Eddie joked, placing a hand over his heart. “I’m touched.” He leaned his bare arm on the neck of his guitar. He’d lost the jacket and the flannel somewhere halfway through their set, when he was singing lead on their cover of "11th Street Kids". “So funny story about this next song . . . And every love song that I’ve ever written. They’re all about my best friend—“ A cheer rose from the crowd as Eddie vamped the opening of the next song. “If you read our interview in Rolling Stone, I admitted I’ve been in love with her for years, and I never told her, even though she’s gotten demos of every song I’ve ever written.” He paused for dramatic effect—the crowd waited with bated breath. A rivulet of sweat darted between his shoulders. “She hasn’t heard this song before.” He winked; the crowd screamed. He plucked the strings with a gentle touch. “Whenever I’m in her presence, I am but a humble court jester devoted to a beautiful, unattainable princess, unworthy of her attention, only desiring to hear that melodious laugh for one more time.” Eddie sighed pathetically. “That’s all I thought I would ever be, her court jester.”

He waited again, the crowd eating out of the palm of his hand. He smirked.

“But apparently, I was wrong. She’s here tonight, and she just asked me out!”

Cheers and whoops rose from the crowd.

“I said yes, of course.” Eddie winked. “Guess I’ll have to come up with some new material for the next album.”

The crowd laughed.

Eddie picked up the tempo, queuing Grant on bass and Gareth on drums. The rhythm coursed through him like lightning as the lights flashed and smoke rose from the floor. It was a good thing they had been practicing to start playing this song after the Indianapolis show next year.

“This song is called ‘The Princess and the Jester’.” He glanced at the wings. Half in shadow and flushed with excitement, Chrissy bounced along to the song.

They locked eyes as time seemed to slow down. Eddie kept the rhythm but couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Chrissy, this one’s for you.”

[cookiedontlikeyou]

[fuctacles]

Small World

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

@genderthings Stobin at Work: custodians T | 771 | Hellcheer, Stobin, one-sided Steddie and Buckingham | Hellcheer's POV, pining, Stobin sharing a braincell, Humor, Everybody Lives AU, banter

Life is good. Everyone is alive and well, escaping Vecna with only minor injuries. And now Eddie and his best friend Chrissy, safe and sound, can focus on the mundane things in life once again. Like evading their gay crushes as they try to figure out their sexualities and not make a complete stuttering idiots out of themselves. 

It seems simple, at first--ask the boys of Corroded Coffin to rent movies for them so they can avoid Family Video, or just keep up to date with what's currently showing. 

It's at one of the latter instances when they first learn how difficult it could be to actually avoid them. 

They're at the late night screening of some hyped up thriller. On a weekday, there were barely any people at the cinema, and Eddie was taking advantage of it by having his legs thrown over the backrest in front of him. The lights are already back on and Chrissy is ready to leave, but she settles in to wait him out--he's a firm believer of having his money's worth and he's paid for the whole movie, end credits included. 

The employees usually hate him for it, but worst case scenario they'll start cleaning everywhere around and get to his seat last. But it's not like they come in vacuums blasting as soon as the lights are on. 

Well, unless it's a weekday and there are literally just two assholes between them and going home. 

"Hey man, could you put your feet down?"

Eddie almost falls on his ass in his haste to fix his position. Because he knows that voice. 

He cranes his neck to see down the row of seats, where an unimpressed figure stands with a broom in one hand, the other one resting on his hip. 

"Steve?" he asks, unwilling to believe his eyes. 

"Yeah, don't get so excited." Steve rolls his eyes in that bitchy ways of his. And then he's walking down the aisle towards them, so Eddie straightens himself up. Chrissy throws him a judgmental look, but is otherwise occupied looking for her own kryptonite, undoubtedly hiding nearby. 

Now that he can see him better, he can tell Steve is wearing a shirt in cinema's signature colors, thrown haphazardly over his civilian clothes. 

"Don't you work at Family Video?" he blurts out.

Steve shrugs, stopping next to them and leaning against one of the seats. He finally seems to spot Chrissy, giving her a small finger wave. 

"Hi, Chris. Robin is right behind, had an accident with a butter nozzle," he tells her, because her looking was not subtle in the slightest. Then he turns back to Eddie. "Well, they've cut our hours so we're looking for extra gigs."

Before Eddie can ask any extra questions, there's a clatter at the entrance, followed by a sound of distress. 

"Steve! Everything is buttery!" 

Steve sighs, turning around. 

"I told you to use the paper towels. And the dish soap. You said you had this!" 

"Well, I don't!" Robin pointedly waves her hands around, shiny with, presumably, butter residue. "I had to touch the doorknobs and the sink and the soap bottle and now everything--! Oh, hi, Chrissy!"

Chrissy waves at her, stunned.

"Well, sorry to interrupt your chit-chat but I really need Steve to be doing his job right now."

"I am!" he pointedly waves his broom around. "And what are you doing? Adding more job to our job!" 

"It was not my intention! Now come help me, it's an all hands on deck situation!" 

"It will be an all hands situation when we clean yours from grease!" He sighs, leaning the broom against the wall. "Sorry guys, we'll talk some other time." He smiles apologetically to their friends while trying to dodge the hands trying to oil up his face and hair. "You okay to see yourself out?"

That's a weird question. Eddie has been to the movies enough times to know his way around, and the doors stay open until the last screening is over. 

The credits are still rolling, but he nods his head. 

"Sure, don't worry about us Steve-o." Eddie hastily stands up, pulling Chrissy along. "We'll get out of your hair."

"Bye Chrissy, bye Eddie!" Robin yells as she's pulled into the dark depths of cinema corridors by her wrists. 

"Bye guys!"

"Bye Buckley!"

"Good luck with the butter!"

Once safely outside, they scream into the dark night sky. 

"Nowhere is safe," Eddie sighs, looking at the joke of a universe spreading above him.

"Not anymore," Chrissy sighs along.

"Let's just grab a TV guide on the way back."

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

A very smutty Hellcheer fic

18+ MINORS DNI

Chrissy played with the hem of her skirt, nervous as she sat in Eddie Munson's van. She smiled as she replayed the scene in the woods over and over in her mind. She had felt more safe with Eddie in that moment than she had ever done with Jason or even her parents. He had done anything to make her smile, and she couldn't help but think about him dropping to the ground like that. . .the goofy grin on his face. He didn't care that he made himself look silly. . .he wanted to make her feel safe. He wanted to make her smile.

"You alright there, Cunningham?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah," Chrissy said, biting her lip and trying not to think about his ass being in air when he rolled onto the ground.

"You're welcome to listen to music even if I have to suffer listening to Madonna," Eddie teased.

"Hey, she's not that bad," Chrissy laughed. "I prefer Bob Dylan, though."

"You have excellent taste then," Eddie said.

She wanted to listen to some of his music, though. She wanted to get a glimpse of what she might hear when she did go see him play at the Hideout. She found one of his cassettes: Metallica. The image of Eddie pulling his shirt down to show her his tattoos popped into her mind and the way he pulled his hair in front of his face when he looked shyly at her. All signs clearly showed that he was interested as well. Chrissy popped in the tape, curious about Eddie's taste in music. He looked at her in surprise.

"I wanted to try something new," Chrissy said.

Eddie grinned and turned the music up. Chrissy watched him. He beat his hands on the steering wheel, and he moved his head to the music. Her eyes focused on his fingers. . .the way they moved. What would they feel like inside of her? Chrissy swallowed and felt brave all of a sudden. She grabbed Eddie's hand and placed it on her leg. He looked at her in surprise again.

"I broke up with Jason. I decided I decided I deserved someone better," Chrissy said and paused. "He could never get me to cum. . .I have a feeling you could, though."

"Are you serious? I mean, you wouldn't be the first person to hit on me as a joke," Eddie said.

"If you'd let me I'd fuck you in front of the entire basketball team to prove to you that I'm serious and I don't give a fuck what other people think anymore," Chrissy said. "I'm tired of them telling me how they want me to live my life. I decide. . .I want you, Eddie."

She moved his hand up her skirt and pressed his palm up against her already wet panties.

"Fuck," Eddie said, his voice breaking.

"That's just me thinking about your fingers inside me," Chrissy said. "Just imagine if they were actually there."

Eddie pressed his fingers against her soaked panties. She moaned, spreading her legs to allow him better access. She bunched up her skirt in her hands as Eddie began to stroke her through her underwear. God, she wanted to squeeze her legs together and keep his hand there forever. He hadn't even really touched her yet. He moved his fingers up and down her clothed entrance. . .he was teasing her. He walked his fingers over to the edge of her underwear, and she bit her lip, trying not to giggle. How he was doing this and still managing to focus on the road, she didn't know. His fingers slipped underneath the cloth, pushing them aside. The tips of fingers pushed through her folds, and she gasped. It felt like there was a fire blazing in her belly. . .throughout her entire body. She wanted more. His fingers moved, getting closer to where she wanted him to be. Suddenly, his fingers moved down and she groaned.

"Hm, I know it's around here somewhere," Eddie said.

"Eddie!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"I swear I know where it is," Eddie said seriously.

She looked over at him and he was struggling not to smile.

"You know damn well where my clitoris is," Chrissy said, trying not to giggle.

"Hm, I think you're going to have to give me directions, sweetheart," Eddie said. "Oh, wait, there it is! Is that where you want me to be?"

Eddie moved his fingers and touched her clitoris.

"Yes," she gasped. "There! Right there!"

"Yeah, you want me there. . .begging for my fingers. . .for any part of me. . ." Eddie said.

"Yes!"

He massaged it, and she let out another moan, squeezing her skirt tighter as he began to tease her again. Eddie pulled his fingers out before putting them back in again, finding her clitoris almost immediately. He played with her pussy like it was an instrument, and he was eager to hear the sweet music that came out of her mouth. The music was building and building. . .He pulled away again, just as she was getting ready to spill over his fingers. He teased her folds, running the tips of his fingers over her entrance.

"You want to cum on my fingers, baby?" Eddie asked. "You want me to make you cum?"

"Please!"

It didn't take long for her to release when he entered her again. She couldn't help but giggle when he pulled out and lapped at his fingers furiously. It was rather cartoonish. That's when he cursed.

"Goddamnit, I missed the trailer park. I drove way past it," Eddie said.

"Did I distract you?" She laughed.

"It was a good distraction," Eddie blushed.

They pulled up to the trailer, and as Eddie moved around the van to open her door, Chrissy quickly shimmied out of her panties. When she got out, she slipped them into Eddie's pocket. He didn't even notice, too busy beaming at her. Once Eddie closed the door, Chrissy pushed him up against the side of the van and attacked his lips with her own. He didn't waste a second kissing her back, cupping the back of her head and clutching her ponytail. She broke the kiss, running her hands over his chest.

"I wonder how many times you can make me cum tonight," Chrissy said. "The only time I've ever actually did that was with myself."

"Never with Jason?" He asked.

"He doesn't have what you have," she said.

"What's that?" He asked.

"Magic," she replied.

He quickly grabbed her hand and brought her to the door, rushing to open it. He bowed as he let her in.

"Welcome to Castle Munson, sorry the maid - ,"

She yanked him inside, slamming the door close. Chrissy wrapped her arms around his neck and glanced around the room.

"Are we alone?" She asked.

"Yeah, my uncle works nights at the plant," Eddie said. "We're good."

"Good," she said and kissed him.

Eddie broke the kiss, cupping her face as he looked at her like he couldn't believe she was real.

"You know, you came here for drugs," he grinned.

"I found something better. Take me to your room," Chrissy said and he gestured like he wanted to throw her over his shoulder. "Yes!"

Eddie cackled gleefully and carefully slung her over his shoulder.

"Onward!"

"My face is lined up perfectly with your butt," she giggled. "I'm tempted to take a bite."

"Let your freak flag fly, Cunningham," Eddie said, and she leaned forward, biting into his left buttcheek. "Oooh!"

Chrissy giggled delightfully as he brought her into his room and tossed her on the bed. Eddie smiled, gazing at her in awe. He continued to stare at her, and she stared back, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She ignored the voice in the back of her head, the one that's been telling her all week she's worthless. Seeing the way that Eddie looked her. . .she didn't feel so worthless.

"What?" She asked him.

"You're so. . .amazing," Eddie said.

"So are you," she said, and then he frowned. "What?"

"How did you make your panties disappear so fast?" Eddie asked.

Chrissy looked down. Her skirt had flared up when Eddie tossed her on the bed.

"Check your vest pocket," Chrissy said.

Eddie dug into his pocket and pulled out her panties. He gasped.

"You're a magician!" He yelled, flashing his dimples.

"It wasn't my best, but I used to dream about being one. My mother told me it was stupid," Chrissy said.

"Fuck her," Eddie scowled and then beamed. "Can I be your assistant?"

"Yes. . .now, for my next trick. . .I'm going to make you cum without touching you," Chrissy said.

She was feeling a lot bolder with Eddie. . .a lot more confident knowing that she could do things with him that Jason would never allow her to do. Chrissy slid off the bed and stood up. She slowly stripped off her clothes, Eddie's eyes growing darker by the second. Once she was fully naked before him, she shook her hair out of its ponytail, letting her strawberry blonde hair fall around her naked shoulders. She laid back onto the bed and spread her legs. She ran her hand down her body, moving over the swell of her breast and down to cup her sex. She glanced at the guitar hanging up on the wall before looking back at Eddie.

"I wonder. . .I never played guitar before, but if you taught me, I bet I'd look good playing it naked," Chrissy gasped as she touched herself. "Don't you think?"

"Fuuuucck," Eddie groaned. "I'm fucking close, you witch."

He dropped her panties and then quickly shed his clothes. Chrissy giggled as he nearly fell over a couple of times. She sat up and moved to the edge of his bed. Finally, he was naked. Chrissy gripped his naked hips and pulled him closer to her. He was definitely hard. Chrissy met his eyes, and he swallowed hard.

"What?" She asked.

"You know, it's more than okay if you want to do whatever you feel is weird," Eddie said, cupping her face.

"Are you saying I can do whatever I want to do you?" She asked.

"Yeah," he said softly.

"Including biting?" She asked.

"Especially biting," he said.

She leaned forward and started placing kisses onto his stomach. He groaned. She smirked and ran her tongue over his skin. He shuddered under touch. She gently bit down on the spot that she licked and kissed. He moaned loudly and grabbed the the back of her head.

"You like that, baby?" She asked.

"Fuck, yeah," Eddie said.

"I'm going to mark you up like you're my canvas," Chrissy said.

Eddie laughed and leaned down to place a hard kiss on her lips. He pulled back, still laughing.

"You drive me crazy in the best way," Eddie said. "It's been less than 24 hours. What the hell are you doing to me?"

"You drive me crazy, too," Chrissy said.

Chrissy grabbed one of his condoms and rolled it onto his dick before pulling him down on top of her. She guided him to her pussy and she gasped as he slowly slid in. He teased her with the tip, putting it in and then pulling it out. Chrissy growled, and he laughed.

"Something wrong, darling?" He asked.

Chrissy wasn't afraid of asking for what she wanted, not now, or to demand it either.

"Just fuck me, already, Eddie!" Chrissy yelled.

She bit his shoulder as he slid all the way in.

"Okay, I'm in. Is there anything else you want me to do while I'm here?" He asked.

Chrissy laughed.

"Eddie!" She yelled and slapped his ass.

"Giddyup!" Eddie yelled, and she couldn't help but laugh harder. "Keep laughing. The vibrations feel great."

Eddie thrusted into her, and she groaned as another giggle slipped out as Eddie used his dungeon master voice to narrate what he was doing. She never knew how silly sex could be and she fucking loved it. She wrapped her legs around him, holding onto him tightly as he fucked into her. She let out a yell as euphoria filled her head. . .reaching every corner of her mind. It was blocking out the darkness inside of her and the monster she had created. . .the personification of all her trauma and insecurities was trying to get through, but no amount of rage could break through this feeling she had. Fuck you, she thought. The only person who was ever going to be inside her would be Eddie Munson. And as Eddie collapsed against her, Chrissy grinned. She never felt so free.

[steddieunderdogfics]

For Challege Monday, fics featuring Chrissy!

Royal Pain by Penny00Dreadful on ao3

It's phenomenal and I think about it regularly lol. Platonic Hellcheer and Steve/Chrissy, with romantic Robin/Chrissy (I don't know the other ship names offhand) and they're all done so well.

An arranged marriage, (mild) enemies to lovers, Stobin being blatantly Platonic Soulmates, Steve being protective of basically everyone and anyone who isn't an asshole, UGH it's so good.

Royal Pain by Penny00Dreadful

@penny00dreadful

Rating: Explicit

59,908 words, 11/11 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Enemies to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Queer Eddie Munson, Royal Steve Harrington, Advisor Eddie Munson, Advisor Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove is His Own Warning, Arranged Marriage, Royal Chrissy Cunningham, Steve Harrington Takes Care of Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, No Homophobia Universe, Protective Steve Harrington, POV Steve Harrington, Attempted Sexual Coercion, Near Death Experiences, Near Drowning, Sword Sparring, Hehehe, Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Anal Sex, Jousting, Fanart, Podfic Welcome

Summary:

Steve had always known it was a possibility... Marrying as a business transaction, rather than for love. It was part and parcel of being born a royal. A simple fact of life. But meeting Chrissy helped to ease his worries of what his life was soon to become. She was sweet. She was kind. Even if they never grew into romantic love, he knew they would be very good friends as soon as he could whisk her away from her cold and harsh kingdom. Now if only he could convince her Royal Advisor and resident guard dog, Eddie Munson of that.

This rec is a part of Challenge Monday. The challenge this week was Fics with Chrissy Cunningham..

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[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 7: Celebrate Good Times, C'mon

Word Count: 726

Rating: G

Pairing: minor hellcheer

CW: alcohol consumption

Summary: It's Jeff's wedding and the guys are wasted. Thank you @munson-blurbs for coming up with the perfect song 👌🏻

@corrodedcoffinfest

“Carry on my wayward son! There’ll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to reeeeest. Don’t you cry no more!”

“Bah dah duh dah, duh duh duh duh!”

Eddie strums his air guitar while Gareth whips his arms around as if he were drumming to the song.

The number of guests trickled down as the evening rolled into night. But the fierce foursome is still going strong, alcohol and pure joy fueling them. 

A few others are scattered on the dance floor of the Hampton Inn banquet hall. But Jeff, Gareth, Eddie, and Frank are definitely the life of the party right now.

Jeff’s wife—as of four hours ago—giggles as she watches from a table with a couple of her bridesmaids. 

“Are they always like this?” one of the bridesmaids asks the bride, Anna. 

“If they’re all together with alcohol and music? Oh yeah,” Anna confirms. She nods her head towards Chrissy next to her and says to her friend, “You should have seen them at their wedding.”

“Oh my God,” Chrissy says with a laugh. She shakes her head at the memory, still amused by it. “I didn’t even get to spend my own wedding night with my husband! I kept waiting for Eddie in our hotel room only to find him in Gareth’s room, all four of them passed out on the same bed.”

The song changes and Frank gasping is heard above all.

“Yes!” he cheers. “I love this song!”

Eddie wrinkles his nose up as he sways back and forth. He looks at his friend and shakes his head.

“It’s Cher.” 

“Oh, come on,” Jeff slurs, slapping Eddie on the back. “Everyone loves this song.”

“Yeah,” Gareth adds. He pokes Eddie in the chest, right below the two buttons that the taller man popped open after his first drink. “Don’t be all metal snobby on us. We all heard the Madonna at your wedding.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but finds the action makes him dizzy and stumbles a step in his inebriated state. 

“That wasn’t my choice, Gareth the Great,” he says. “It’s not my fault my wife is a pop princess!”

The chorus of the song approaches, and Frank knows Eddie is just acting all tough and this will end with him singing it out with them. So, he takes his friend by the shoulders and shakes him back and forth a few times.

“Come ooooon!” Frank says. “Sing it with us. You know you want to.”

A smile slowly curls up the corners of Eddie’s mouth.

“Alright,” he agrees. “For Jeff.”

“Uh huh,” Gareth hums, not buying it. “For Jeff.”

The beat thrums through the speakers and all four friends bop up and down to it, waiting for their moment.

“IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME! IF I COULD FIND A WAY!”

Eddie slings one arm around Jeff’s neck and one around Frank’s. Jeff tugs Gareth over and tucks the shortest band member under his arm as the four of them begin to sway side to side as they belt out the tune. 

“I’D TAKE BACK THOSE WORDS THAT HAVE HURT YOU AND YOU’D STAY!”

They finish out the chorus like that and by the time the next chorus comes around, they’re all jumping up and down like they’re in a mosh pit. Eddie’s curls are swinging wildly all over the place while Gareth headbangs with enough enthusiasm that he’s going to end up with a sore neck tomorrow. 

“God, this is so much fun!” Jeff says. 

“Can't wait ‘til we get to do this again!” Frank agrees.

Gareth chuckles and nudges Frank’s arm with his own.

“Means you gotta propose to Sheila.”

Frank shrugs and looks around.

“Alright. Where is she?”

“No!” Eddie and Jeff shout at the same time, pulling their friend back as he tries to walk off of the dance floor. 

Their tuxes have all seen better days—or better hours, just today before the alcohol was busted out, but Gareth would bet good money that none of the guys who have rented these tuxes before had half as much fun in them.

“Let’s finish this out together,” Jeff says. 

The guys all grin at one another, getting ready to put all their energy into it. Just have to wait for the right moment.

1…2…3…

“IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME!”

[shieldofiron]

Hiii I just wanted to know if you had any nsfw for Harringrove or Hellcheer 🙏

(Btw I really like your writing)

YK WHAT ACTUALLY... thank you so much ❤️And also I should write more hellcheer so have a hellcheer ❤️

They don't have sex.

Chrissy's not sure why. She wants it kind of really bad. Purrs it in Eddie's ear when they're in the middle, paints a picture in words that make her blush later.

But this feels so good. Eddie wears these tight jeans, and when he slots between her thighs, pressing her panties against her and rutting just right.... her brain goes all hazy and she can't remember what she's supposed to do besides what feels good. When they start, they don't want to stop.

And Eddie's so sweet, but he treats her kind of dirty. Which she loves. She's not precious when he has her panting and grinding back against him, when they're sweaty and shivering in the back of his van. She's not breakable, or too pretty, she's...

"Chrissy," He gasps, like it's some sort of magic spell, silvered at the edges. He has his hand up her shirt, thumbing a nipple while she's using the seam of his jeans to get herself off and he's leaning close, his hair forming a curtain around them. It feels so safe. and it's so perfect.

"Eddie," She whispers, straining so she can see how wet she's gotten, white cotton showing the edges of reddish-blonde curls, and Eddie's jeans, darker in one spot.

It's almost filthier than sex, like this. She tugs his hair so hard when she comes she ends up with a little pile of strands in her fingers. He comes in his jeans not long after, chanting her name over and over. They laugh drunkenly afterwards, and kiss and kiss.

They will have sex. Someday, she knows they will. But she hopes they never give this up either.

[bylersisendgame]

Hi guys!!

doing an into post (finally)!

My name is Tatum and I’m a minor (not comfortable with sharing my age). I love Stranger things and Byler! 💙

Things about me:

-My favorite color is yellow.

-my favorite movie is But I’m A Cheerleader (1999) <3

-lesbian! -I love writing.

-my favorite song(s) are Why Can’t I Be You? by The Cure and Dear Prudence by Siouxsie and the Banshees!

-My favorite ST character is Will Byers<3

Things I like:

-Byler

-Stranger Things

-But I’m A Cheerleader

-The Cure

-Jancy

-Will Byers

-Mike Wheeler

-Robin Buckley

-Jonathan Byers

-@elvis-official

-The Goldfinch

-Robert Smith

-Stonathan

-Touch Like Velvet

-Siouxsie and the Banshees

-total drama island (hyper fixation)

-noco (also hyper fixation)

Things I don’t like😡👎

-Milkvan

-Stancy

-Hellcheer

-When we don’t get a stranger things teaser

-@stinkyworm0722

-writers block💔

-Will Byers antis

-Mike Wheeler antis

-Morrissey

Also I LOVE it when people interact with me and send me asks so don’t be scared (please🙏) ;)

Literally me⬇️

(I’m going to be writing a Byler But I’m A Cheerleader AU! I will (maybe?) post it when it’s done!)

I’m not lactose intolerant

Pinterest- Mikewheelerishomosexual

Byler doubt blog- @wedonottoleratebylerdoubt

BYEEEEE!!!!<3

[steddiebbang]

My Soul to Keep | Explicit  | 45K

Author: @mysteriousxmidnight

Artist: @sillysparrow

Beta Reader: @annanevermore

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Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson 

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Argyle, The Party, Joyce Byers, Claudia Henderson, Jim “Hop” Hopper, Original Male Character, Original Female Character, Wayne Munson

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon divergence. Most of it’s the same except Eddie and Chrissy weren’t in Hawkins for it. Eddie is a Grim Reaper. Chrissy is a Grim Reaper. Platonic Hellcheer. Platonic Stobin. Background Buckingham. Steve Harrington needs a hug. Minor Character Death. Temporary Character Death. Eddie dies twice but I swear he’s okay. Afterlife. Still Working that 9-5 Grind After Death. Hurt/Comfort. Angst. Angst with a happy ending. Eventual Smut. Smut. Anal Sex. Anal Fingering. Blow Jobs. Hand Jobs. Tags will update once I actually write the smut and know what else happens heh.

Trigger Warnings: No Warnings Apply

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Eddie Munson is dead. As a Reaper, he harvests the souls of those destined to die.

Everything goes according to plan until he and his fellow Reaper, Chrissy, get called to Hawkins, Indiana. There, he meets Steve Harrington and his nerdy band of friends. Eddie quickly gets swept into their world - and, inevitably, swept off his feet by the kind-hearted Steve, who makes Eddie feel alive for the first time since he died.

Reality crashes back down around him when he discovers that the assignment that brought him to Hawkins is none other than the boy he’s fallen in love with.

When tragedy strikes, Eddie is forced to make a painful decision - let Steve die, as fate demands, or save him and risk eternal damnation.

Project #063 of the Steddie Big Bang 2024

[corrodedcoffinfest]

Week Two: Masterlist

Week Two is in the books! You all did so great, and I appreciate your participation so much! This week, we covered 7 prompts and there were 62 total entries: 59 Fics Written, 2 Pieces of Art & 1 Other Works submitted.

Don't forget there is also an AO3 Collection if you'd like to use it!

Color-Coded Ratings Key: General, Teen, Mature, Explicit.

Day Seven: Celebrate Good Times, C'mon

Fic Submissions:

it's a celebration by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: M | WC: 922 | CW: alcohol | Tags: bisexual gareth, friendly teasing, birthday party, famous corroded coffin

JULY 7: celebrate the good times by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 994 | CW: Wayne Munson, Corroded Coffin, Susan Mayfield, Fem!Reader!Mayfield

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 7 - Celebrate Good Times, C'mon by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 930 | Tags: Friendship fluffiness, some angst, hurt/comfort, it’s supposed to be a celebration but I’m a sad little asshole so here we are, FOI References, Ronnie Ecker, I don't know...are they in character? Probably not and I don't care.

Tonight Isn't The Night by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Older Steddie, Man Plans and God Laughs, Grand Romantic Gesture

Day 7: Celebrate Good Times, C'mon! by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 535 | CW: feeling sick (no vomiting/nausea), drinking | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, album release party

Wedding Blitzed by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: G | WC: 726 | CW: alcohol consumption | Pairing: minor hellcheer | Tags: It's Jeff's wedding and the guys are wasted.

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 379 | CW: None

Day 7: Celebrate the Good Times by @lilmissdoomandgloomfics | Rating: T | WC: 775 | CW: None | Tags: it’s someone’s birthday and the whole crew drops everything to make it special

Day Eight: Band Politics Fic Submissions:

we share that really by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 905 | CW: none | Tags: famous corroded coffin, reunion tour, future fic, steddie dads, everyone has a family and is happy

Spoilin' for a Fight by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 912 | CW: language, lot's of language! | POV: None | Pairing: None | Tags: Transcript, band fight, arguments, petty bullshit, our babies are divas now!

JULY 8: band politics by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: E | WC: 1000 | CW: Angst, dishonesty, strong language, allusions to oral sex, Gareth’s big mouth that unintentionally outs Eddie… and Steve | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth Emerson, Steve Harrington, Steddie, ex-flame!fem!Reader, gossip columnist

There Will Be No Tenderness by @rip-quizilla| Rating: T | WC: 985 | Tags: Eddie Munson X Henderson!Reader, backup singer!Reader, female!Reader, enemies to lovers, bratty reader, arguing counts as foreplay, strong language

Luck of the Draw by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Jeff | Pairing: None | Tags: Making Decisions, Fussing and Fighting, Like Overgrown Children

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 8 - Band Politics by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 991 | Tags: Swearing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Eddie's an asshole but hurt people hurt people so...

Landslide by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Referenced drug and alcohol abuse, chronic pain, language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: None | Tags: Angst, future fic, older Corroded Coffin, fighting, arguments, unreliable narrator

Day 8: Band Politics by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 614 | CW: conflict, mild political discourse | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, Robin Buckley, angst, arguments

All Riled Up by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 726 | CW: Language | Tags: Tensions arise when one band member wants a specific band as Corroded Coffin’s opening act because of a shallow reason

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 308 | CW: sometime in the 90s, some playful arguing

Day Nine: The Hideout Fic Submissions:

selling at the hideout by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 780 | CW: eddie sells drugs | Tags: corroded coffin friendship

JULY 9: the hideout by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Hearing loss, Gareth Emerson’s lack of boundaries, poorly fitting earplugs | Tags: Steve Harrington, Gareth Emerson, Jeff, The Party

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 9 - The Hideout by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 739 | Tags: Time skip (sometime in the 90s), nostalgia, very little dialogue, the Hideout is a character on its own fight me.

Just Have to Feel It by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Gareth | Pairing: None | Tags: Getting Started, First Gig at The Hideout

Day 9: The Hideout by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 715 | CW: hurt/some comfort, canon compliant, drinking, grief, mention of Eddie's death | Tags: Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson, Jeff, Grant, Gareth, The Hideout

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 411 | Pairing: None (maybe steddie and ronance crumbs if you really squint)

The Sixth Drunk by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 998 | CW: Language, asshole date (not Eddie) | Pairing: Eddie x Reader | Tags: One of the five regular drunks brings a date, and Eddie doesn't like how he treats her.

One Day It Will All Fade by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: language | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Angst, hurt/comfort, the people of Hawkins are mean, Eddie's going through it but Steve's got him, pre-steddie

July 6th: I heard it in a love song by @lilmissdoomandgloomfics | Rating: T | WC: 986 | CW: None | Pairing: Eddie x Reader (no specific gender or description mentioned) | Tags: Theres a dive bar just outside of Hawkins with a ‘Help Wanted’ sign out front

The Hideout by @pastafairyy | Rating: T | WC: 690 | CW: some curse words in my writing, mentions of underage drinking | Pairing: Eddie x Reader

Day Ten: Pride Fic Submissions:

i'm coming out by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 880 | CW: none | Tags: coming out, bisexual king gareth, side steddie

JULY 10: pride by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: M | WC: 999 | CW: Some self-doubt, maybe, but overall this is pretty fluffy. Teeny bit of angst with a happy ending and a smooch between bros | Tags: Grant, Jeff, Eddie, Gareth

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 10 - Pride by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 898 | Tags: Older!Eddie, Rockstar!Eddie, Asexual!Eddie/Demi!Eddie, Discussion of Sexuality, self-discovery, mention of relationships (Steddie and other), mentions of sex (non-graphic?), it vibes more than describes

Heartbreaker (Eddie Does Drag for Charity) by @rip-quizilla| Rating: T | WC: 994 | Tags: supportive band mates, gay Jeff, drag queen Eddie Munson, brief Rockie reference

Let's Hear it For the Boy by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Famous Older Corroded Coffin, Pride Parade

Day 10: Pride by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 940 | Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader | CW: coming out, part of the Trapped Under Ice universe but can stand alone | Tags: Eddie Munson, Reader (Ms. Sweetheart), Harris Munson, Hendrix Munson, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, Will Byers, pride parade

My Daddy-O by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: G | WC: 998 | CW: Language | Pairing: None | Tags: Corroded Coffin plays a gig at a fundraiser in Hawkins and Eddie understands what it's like to really make it.

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 411 | Pairing: Steddie mention

Art Submissions:

Furry Versions of Stranger Things Characters Go to Pride by @kassifieddocuments2 | furry ST au

Day Eleven: Jeff Fic Submissions:

jeff by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 782 | CW: none | Tags: jeff backstory, friendship

JULY 11: jeff by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 768 | CW: Strong language, high parental expectations | Tags: Jeff, Grant, Corroded Coffin

Pretty Goddamn Metal by @thisapplepielife | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: Piercings/Needles, Language | POV: Jeff | Pairing: None | Tags: Jeff & Goodie: Best Friends, Goodie's At Home Piercing Palace, No, No, No, Yes?, Don't Try This At Home Kids, Eddie Munson is a Bit of Freak, In Case Anyone's Forgotten

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 11 - Jeff by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 987 | Tags: Nervous!Jeff, Friendship, Banter

Day 11: Jeff by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 620 | Pairing: None | CW: older Corroded Coffin, takes place in 2024, all of the guys are idiots | Tags: Jeff, Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, TikTok, modern!Corroded Coffin

Baby Bandmates by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: G | WC: 592 | CW: Language | Pairing: None | Tags: Jeff makes a new friend on the playground

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 370 | Pairing: None

Art Submissions:

Corroded Coffin Fest Day: 11 “Jeff” by @luciferssworld | Since when did Miss Perfect Nancy Wheeler become friends with a band nerd?

Other Submissions:

Jeff McKay: Fluff Alphabet @hawkinsmafia | Other Type: Character Alphabet | Rating: G | CW: None | Pairing: Jeff McKay x Reader (no assumed gender)

Day Twelve: Ow! Fic Submissions:

ow by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 926 | CW: injury, hospitals | Pairing: steddie | Tags: established relationship, steddie, famous corroded coffin

JULY 12: ow! by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: M | WC: 822 | CW: ER visit, mild depiction of injury, set in early 2000s – Eddie and Jeff are in their late 30s | Tags: Eddie Munson, Jeff, Corroded Coffin

Love Me Mercilessly by @rip-quizilla| Rating: E | WC: 1000 | Tags: Eddie Munson X Henderson!Reader, Female!Reader, Backup singer!Reader, fingering, P in V sex, degradation kink, bratty reader, enemies to lovers

Zipper by @thisapplepielife | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: Aftermath of a Sex Injury | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Minor Steddie | Tags: Gareth's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, And Eddie Tries To Make It Better, While Goodie Tries To Make It Worse

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 12 - Ow! by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 987 | Tags: Food, Gareth is a glutton (for punishment), poop talk, vomiting, food poisoning

There Goes My Hero by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 999 | CW: language, canon typical violence, fat shaming, mention of blood, injuries, mention of past bullying | POV: Matt | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Angst, hurt/comfort, violence, fighting

Day 12: Ow! by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 620 | Pairing: None | CW: sunburn, the guys are idiots | Tags: Eddie Munson, Jeff, Grant, Gareth, Robin Buckley, California, tour

Hard Head by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 999 | CW: descriptions of sex | Pairing: Eddie x Reader | Tags: Eddie explains how he injured his wrist, much to your embarrassment

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 470 |  Pairing: Steddie, CW: light mentions of blood

Day Thirteen: Sex, Drugs & Rock n Roll Fic Submissions:

three's not a crowd by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: E | WC: 995 | CW: gareth and eddie fucking steve | Tags: steddie established relationship, dom/sub, dom eddie, sub steve, face fucking, anal sex, off-screen negotiations, mentioned daddy kink

JULY 13: sex, drugs, and rock n' roll by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: M | WC: 994 | CW: prescription drug abuse, technically speaking. what really happens is Eddie Munson is a menace and never backs down from a dare. (but he still takes something he's definitely not supposed to, and has to live with the consequences)

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 13 - Sex, Drugs, & Rock n Roll by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 991 | Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie x Pornstar!Reader | Tags: minor discussion of the rockstar/pornstar life (of which I have no experience), mention of smut but nothing graphic, strangers to...somethings, AU within an AU, satire, metafiction, angst, fluff, friendship

Living the Dream by @thisapplepielife | Rating: E | WC: 1000 | CW: Explicit Sex | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Established Long-Term Steddie, Famous Musician Eddie, Regular Guy Steve, Fucking After a Gig, Anal Sex

Day 13: Sex, Drugs, & Rock n Roll by @munson-blurbs | Rating: M | WC: 677 | Pairing: None | CW:drug use (marijuana), mentions of sex, moaning, general debauchery with the guys | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, Jeff, Wayne Munson, competition

You Know, This Used To Be Fun by @dreamwatch | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: drug abuse, alcohol abuse, mention of rehab, mentioned overdose | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Angst, hurt/no comfort (sorry!), a whistle stop tour of the Sunset Strip through the eyes of someone who has never been there, stream of consciousness, run on sentences, Eddie's head is a whirlwind.

Wanna Bet? by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language, talk of sex | Pairing: (All in relationships that are talked about) Eddie x Reader, Jeff x Barb | Tags: The guys make a bet to see who can go the longest without sex

[arimakes]

For the Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang

Title: Late Bloomers

Word Count: 64,956

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Rating:  Explicit

Pairing(s): 

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington

Character(s): 

Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Original Characters, Melissa (Stranger Things), Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper

Tags:  

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Meet-Cute, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Confident Bisexual Steve Harrington, Demisexual Eddie Munson, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington is Eddie Munson's Bisexual Awakening, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Eddie Munson is Obsessed with Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Top/Bottom Versatile Steve Harrington, Bottom Eddie Munson, Kink Discovery, Soft Dom Steve Harrington, Sub Eddie Munson, Switch Steve Harrington, Domming Your 'Straight' Friend What Could Go Wrong, Exhibitionist Eddie Munson, Exhibitionism, Shibari, Rope Bondage, Breath Play if you squint, Butt Plugs, Eddie Munson's Small Butt, Eddie Munson's Compulsive Desire To Be The Center Of Attention, Attention Whore Eddie Munson, Masturbation, Spanking, Nudism, Aftercare, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, Friends to Lovers, Teacher Steve Harrington, Past Hellcheer, Minor Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson, Smut, First Meetings, Compulsory Heterosexual Eddie Munson, Voyeurism, Implied/Referenced Cuckholding, Jim Hopper is a Cuck, Dirty Talk

Summary:

Two men walk into a gay bar. One thinks he’s straight, one thinks he’s vanilla.

Both of them are idiots.

Beta: Birdie 

Art: Ari

Fic link and credit:

Late Bloomers on Ao3 

Written by: Amy [weird_witchcraft] / @Mojowitchcraft and Ari [WabiSabiPapi] / @arimakes