#popstar chrissy cunningham

[discocandles]

Anytime I think about Steve, Eddie, Chrissy or Robin as famous musicians, I have to hold myself back from adding a shit ton of Lady Gaga references.

Like in the 2010s Lady Gaga appeared for an mtv music award show as this rugged, unkept greaser type character she made up named jo calderone. He's kinda known as "Lady Gaga's boyfriend that is also lady Gaga in drag". Steve Harrington, teen popstar trying to get away from his overbearing label would show up to the red carpet in drag as Amanda Miller, the girlfriend his label chose for him. She is dressed how they have their other popstar darling, Chrissy Cunningham dress. Amanda Miller later shows up in one of his music videos after he leaves the label. Both appearances of Amanda Miller cause mass bi panic online.

Speaking of fellow teen popstar Chrissy Cunningham, she starts openly thanking God and the Gays for the successes in her career. The label hates it, but they deal or else she's not gonna thank God either, causing problems with her religious fanbase(the impact of only letting her make ultra clean love songs for years). Also the idea of Chrissy disrespecting the interviewers who disrespect her is so healing. Think about it. Like yeah she ate that guy's script, and she'd do it again if he asks about her diet.

For rockstar eddie? So in Lady Gaga's song government hooker there's a spoken bit(not the jfk line the "back up and turn around" one). Those lines are spoken by Gaga's bodyguard Pete, who has a very thick Dutch accent after Lady gaga suddenly brought the idea that he be the "pervy robot voice" up during production.

Like Eddie would so do this, as I think creating songs gives him a lot of almost maniacal energy. Also for this one, the bodyguard is Italian Steve, but he's Jeff's bodyguard who Eddie's been constantly flirting with. That's perfectly fine by Eddie's actual bodyguard, who needs "a damn second to fucking breathe, you hyperactive bastard".

Indie rock vocalist Robin Buckley would have an album where she sings in like four different languages outside of English like lady Gaga did in born this way. And also sing in other languages fairly often. It's most often in French(like lady Gaga does), but every time Robin starts singing in a language that isn't English, the fans will scramble to figure out what tongue she's singing/speaking in now and what is she saying? What does google translate say she's saying?

There's paparazzi photos of vocalist Robin standing next to Jeff from Corroded Coffin but she's chatting in Italian with... his body guard? Apparently they met as teenagers on a trip abroad and became best friends then pen pals after. But we guess it evens out as robin's makeup artist/one woman glam team was best friends with Eddie in high school? And she won the prom queen tiara that CC wears in their iconic album cover. I dunno, just something that's been haunting my brain.

[lokinightfury]

Yes, I probably should have been editing the next chapter of This is Music but I ended up with a very particular scene in my head that wanted to come out in a different way. So I present Popstar Chrissy in all her glory…. Please be kind, first time posting any of my art on here and she's just part of a bigger picture I'm still working on :D

[withapurplestripe]

platonic hellcheer pt.3

i’m envisioning chrissy and cc being scheduled to appear on the same talk show - one of those ones where everyone stays on the couch after their slot graham norton-style

chrissy has her slot and charms everyone as usual, promoting her newest album

(it’s kinda folklore but with a bit of electric guitar/rock influence ooh i wonder where she got that from)

(betty is about chrissy jason and robin i don’t make the rules #buckingham)

then corroded coffin get announced and eddie books it across the stage to pick her up and spin her around, the others piling in around them. At this point they haven’t talked too much about their friendship so it’s a surprise - the interviewer (idk why i’m imagining colbert in my head?) is just staring like

turns out they write together frequently :))

besties :))

[love-toxin]

Rockstar!Eddie x reader x Popstar!Chrissy?

Little reader just throwing away her cash to go concerts and managing to score both of her celebrity crushes 😍

NOOOOO THIS IS SO....CUTE.....

scoring the only backstage pass for the concert you thought would only exist in your dreams--a collaboration between the wildly popular popstar chrissy cunningham, and the grungy metal man eddie munson and his band. people have been talking about it for months leading up to it, and you had ended up winning the ticket by pure luck in a lottery draw at your work, like the fates themselves have smiled down on you.

chrissy is the country's resident sweetheart--her songs are upbeat and cute, her getups are all pastels and soft sweaters and skirts in a style that's imitated by fans all across the world, and she's well known for being soft-spoken and sweet in her interviews and at fan meetups. and on the other side of the coin, there's eddie munson; a little older than her, long hair and covered in tattoos, and an absolute icon for any fan of the metal genre in this age. he's most well known for the rare interviews he's asked to do, where he's surprisingly well-spoken and even flirtatious towards his interviewers, a fact that has even the most mild and god-fearing housewife blush. the 90s have been dominated by these two, and though they couldn't be more different, there's a whole host of rumours that have swept around for years about how they're friends in real life--some people even think they're secretly dating, but it's all speculation. they've spoken but a few words about each other in passing, but people will run with what they will.

but now it's your turn to see them live. you haven't got the money to see them normally, and you hate to even think of going to one of their concerts without going to the other, as if it would offend one of them to not have your presence there. you know it's beyond delusional to think it would even matter, but you can dream--and now you don't have to pick, since you'll get to see them both! and the concert is indeed what you've always dreamed it would be. chrissy's portion is full of cheering and singing and her adorable little skipping around stage and dances as she performs her top hits, her glittery makeup catching the light as she thanks her fans for supporting her in between the sets! and when it comes time for corroded coffin to shine, the lights dim as the night drags on and a mosh pit forms as eddie blasts out each song with vigor and absolutely shreds it on his guitar, his sweetheart, that he's reportedly had since long before he ever became a household name. both halves of the concert draw tears to your eyes at one point or another as you watch your idols perform before your very eyes, so by the time the music draws to a close and you depart to the designated meeting place where you can flash your coveted backstage pass, you're sweaty and trembling with nerves as you try to fix yourself up while a couple security members guide you into the back area.

and when you get there, oh, your anxiety skyrockets. thankfully it's a lot quieter, you're led into an area where the crew are sparse and the sound is much more muffled than outside--and standing there, chatting excitedly to each other like they're best friends, are your idols.

chrissy's still covered in glitter and smelling of flowery hairspray, standing by eddie who's leaning with his arm on the wall and his guitar still slung around his shoulders. it isn't until the lead security members speaks up that they take notice to you, and their scrutinous eyes are drawn to your shaky figure--and you nearly crumble right there at having them look at you, both of them looking right at you, and you wonder briefly if you're going to pass out and make an absolute fool of yourself here and now. you try to say "hi", but you're not sure if the word even comes out, you can't even hear yourself in that moment as you stutter out your name right behind it. but the two of them repeat it, and chrissy comments on how cute that name is--and then you've got her cool, soft hands on yours, and you're being pulled away from their security and right in the middle of their conversation.

"you're our special guest, huh?" eddie teases, his hand coming down so he take his guitar off and hand it to one of his other band members passing by--but instead of crossing it over his chest or leaning on the wall again, he lays it around your shoulders and absolutely wipes your mind of all thought, because oh my god eddie munson is touching you.

"you stayed for both concerts, didn't you? you're so sweet!" chrissy giggles, and you almost want to ask why you wouldn't, because you can't imagine not wanting to see the two of them--but you're quickly reminded that not everyone is as whipped and obsessed with their individual music as you are, and you just mumble a shy "thank you" as you fidget with your fingers. the attention is almost too much, you almost feel bad for taking up their precious time--at least you would be, if it didn't feel so good. but eddie rubs your arm absentmindedly and leans into you with that scent of cigarettes and musk overwhelming you, and you're sure that feels even better, especially when the curls of his hair are so close they tickle your cheek. and when chrissy releases your hands from her grasp, you notice they're covered in her sparkly glitter--and you have the disgusting thought that you never want to wash them again.

"I-I loved your show...I've heard all your songs, I-I have them all on cassette-" you ramble anxiously, chrissy's bright eyes focused so politely on you as she listens patiently to every word you struggle to get out, and an even bigger smile flickering across her face when you mention your collection.

"aw, do I sense some favouritism?" eddie whispers into your ear, and your brain short-circuits at the sheer ecstasy of his warm breath puffing against your skin, and the low rumble of his voice as he chuckles--but you're quick to pipe up with "y-you too! i have all your albums!" and the two of them seem so entertained with your devotion that they don't even notice the director of security calling their names, until he comes up and taps chrissy's shoulder.

"meetup time is over, we need to move along." he says coldly, and motions for you to come away and head back out into the crowd. those five minutes felt like seconds, and your mood immediately downturns at the idea of it ending, especially since the crew seem eager for you to leave so they can pack up without a fan in the way. but at least you got a moment with them, and you know you'll never forget it, even if they forget you in a matter of minutes.

"what? that wasn't even ten minutes!" chrissy replies with a hint of what sound like it just might be annoyance, and you could faint at the thought, even if you're just imagining it. "we're not in a rush, are we, eddie?" she turns her head back to you and eddie shakes his slowly, but the director nonetheless sidles past her to take your arm and lead you out--until eddie glares him down, and swats his hand away from you with the one he doesn't have around your shoulders.

"take a hint." his scowl shifts into a grin, though, when he turns his gaze down to meet your starry-eyed one as you look back at him--and with confidence you can't even imagine having, he boops you on the nose with a ringed finger, before leaning in close to your cheek to whisper "you wanna join us in the tour bus, angel?"

you aren't even sure what happens after that, what you say or do or if the sounds that make their way out of your mouth are in any way intelligible. but you do know that eddie definitely breaks away from you to shoo the security guards away, and chrissy takes his place to sidle up next to you and hook your arms together to take you out the back, her perfume breezing the thoughts from your mind as she giggles and asks if you want to get food with them--it's not just a meetup if you're a friend, right? so why don't you just eat as friends instead?

and little do you know that that title, "friends", isn't gonna last long at all. but not for the reason you think, not because you'll go back to just being a fan again--but because chrissy and eddie want something much, much more than just to be friends.

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popstar chrissy cunningham & her guitarist eddie munson ❤️‍🔥

[resident-gay-bitch]

a steddie modern au idea that i probably won’t write because i just Don’t have the time or energy for another wip but i’m putting it out here so i remember it, and if anyone wants to write this or gets inspired Please tag me so i can read it <3

okay so imagine this right, rockstar eddie & popstar steve - on complete opposite ends of the music spectrum, forcibly brought together by their label to collaborate on an album!!

read more under the cut :)

( i basically wore the fic lol )

okay, eddie’s in his band right with CC, and they’ve come so far and are doing so well in the metal industry. eddie’s made quite the reputation for himself as the loud, bash, pushy, stuck up, bitchy rockstar who makes his own rules, parties fucking hard, and is a certified sex symbol across the globe.

once on stage, playing out under the stars, a bat flew down onto stage and it was freaking gareth out so eddie Caught it with his hands and held it up simba style, named it ozzy, sent it back off into the night sky and dubbed the bat the bands - and eddie’s own - personal mascot. this was way earlier on in their career so metal snobs started calling him an ozzy osbourne wannabe - the prissy Princess of Darkness. untill he started making way and then the name stuck and one time eddie came out onstage in full pink princess dress and crown and played their gnarliest show yet.

steve harrington though? he’s an angel. the youngsters drool over him and have pictures of soft sweaters and stawberry lipglossed steve on their walls, middle aged women look at him and wished their husbands could be the kind soul that the world knows him to be. the “men” call him a queer and pathetic, and when people ask steve about it in interviews he just smiles and shrugs and says in his soft voice “if that’s how they want to perceive me, that’s okay. i know who i am, i’m just steve. why should we spread hate when we can just be nice?”

girls from highschool started posting about their own experiences with the soft boy sensation that is steve, saying he was the kindest boy they’ve ever dated, he brings girls flowers and kisses them on the doorstep and Holds Their Hands during sex. gen z start calling him a “king 💅” whenever Anything comes out about steve because he just Can’t do anything wrong, and eventually he gets dubbed the King of Pop.

eddie munson is best friends and living with five time gold medalist olympian chrissy cunningham, the gymnast young girls look up too. they’re often speculated to be dating, and half the world thinks they’re actually married concidering they have a cat together, often wear matching outfits when out, and hold hands when walking around. one time eddie was captured giving her a forehead kiss when standing in line for smoothies. but concidering eddie is also seen leaving venues with girls under his arm, and chrissy following behind him with a couple of guys, the rest of the world says they can’t be. who knows, maybe their open or polly, it’s the twenty first century everybody! (but in truth eddie’s walking with chrissy’s hookups under his arms, and chrissy’s chatting away with the guys eddie plans on ruining for the night, and they’ll swap once sage inside the trailer)

steve has a house right next door to up and coming actress robin buckley, and they took down the fence between their homes and built a corridor combining them. they’re as close as chrissy and eddie seem to be, but after robin was seen making out with one of her female costars at a red carpet after party, and wearing a lesbian flag pin on her jacket in paparazzi pics, those rumours have died significantly.

chrissy cunningham is in love with steve harrington, she thinks he’s the perfect man, “if i had to date a guy, eddie, it would be that one and that one Only. i’ll excuse the penis if he looks at me with those pretty boy eyes.” she has posters of him on her wall, listens to his music on the regular, and eddie knows way more about him than he’d like to admit. not that he pays much attention, just when chrissy plays his latest single on an endless loop and quotes things he says on the daily, a guys gonna pick up on stuff.

robins little sister, max, who by platonic-soulmate-law, is steve’s little sister is Obsessed with CC. she listens to them all the time, along with a bunch of other metal and punk bands, and has a poster of him shredding on her wall. her boyfriend lucas gets jealous about it all the time and even took to learning one of his solos on steve’s guitar.

the thing is, though, eddie and steve are perceived the way they are because their label actually Sucks and they’re signed in for too many more years to find a way out.

queer aligations got shot around about Everyone in CC. people think they all fuck guys, people think they all fuck eachother, people think so many things and the label twists and turns those stories to make them “acceptable”.

the thing is though, they’re all so fucking gay… and they all have fucked eachother. eddie and gareth were boyfriends back in highschool, jeff and grant have been together for the last couple of years and they’re talking marriage. they’ve all hooked up with eachother separately, they’ve all gotten together for a few foursomes, they’ve all gangbanged a bunch of groupies of Multiple genders together, so eddie Knows where the rumours come from. he wants to be out, hates hiding, thinks it’s stupid and backwards and Who Cares if they loose a few followers? those aren’t the kinds of people eddie wants listening to his music anyway.

it’s only when gareth settled down with his new wife and popped out kid number one that the rumours about him started to die out… even though, before the kid came around, gareth and his wife would sleep with eddie, jeff, and grant like… all the time.

the only queer speculations about steve are the ones coming from the “alpha males” and younger queer boys that connect with him and want someone like steve to look up too and say “he’s queer too, we’re the same, and it’s okay”. but his label hasn’t given steve a voice… like at all. he got signed because of his gorgeous voice and soft lyrics about losing love and being alone, and being conflicted in your sexuality, and then they signed him and his contract states that he’s Not allowed to write Any of his own lyrics. not a single one of his own songs have been published, to this day.

the label tried to restrict eddie like that too, saying his lyrics were too controversial, but CC refuses to be fake. they agreed to only write songs about death and drugs and sex and satan and blah blah blah metal. eddie’s never really published much from the heart, but he sneaks metaphors in there all the time, that only hardcore fans can pick up on.

the labels getting bored of steve. it’s just the same music, the same tours, the same questions in every interview. he’s Boring them. it’s only a small amount of time before the world gets bored of him too, plus, it’s not like he’ll stay this pretty forever. they want to discard him - he’s locked in by contract though, has to release one more album and tour before they can be done with him.

and then grant dies. it’s a horrible accident, car crash, some drunk driver t-boned him and flipped his car off the road. it Breaks jeff. it breaks all of them, but mostly jeff. he’s distraught, turns to drugs, ODs and it’s then that gareth and eddie send him to rehab.

there’s no corroded coffin without grant, the band breaks up. the three of them Won’t play stadium tours and write albums together without him, and- “are you fucking CRAZY? of course we’re not Replacing him, get a fucking grip.”

it takes Months for any of them to get to a point where they can be seen in society again. it’s then that the label says they Have to bring one more album an to the table. but they’re willing to drop CC if eddie goes solo. he’s the face of the band anyway, the voice, “he’s who the women want, guys.”

eddie agrees, because he’s legally obligated too. and he writes the most dumbfuck album anyone’s ever heard. it’s all preschool-esque lyrics and about farm animals and potty training and it’s also just fucking Gay - like there’s one song that just goes on and on an on about some guys ballsack. he records a demo to go with them, has his guitar perfectly out of tune and sings so terribly his voice cracks, if singing is what you can actually call it. the label gets So fucking mad at him.

so here they are, newly solo artist eddie munson, the fucking prick, stuckup rockstar, entitled rich as Princess of Darkness, and steve harrington, the sweet soft boy turned boring, King of Pop; both locked in for another album, and tour, and Useless.

they’re going to Lose the label money at this rate.

so they try something. something that will bring in Buckets.

CC and steve harrington are the labels two biggest musicians. they’re constantly fighting to be top of the charts, shooting past eachother with every new album, new single, new tour, new pap photos, new relationship spectacle, each red carpet appearance… evetything. They are who everyone’s obessed with, they are who have the Biggest markets. every woman on the globe has to be obsessed with at least One of them.

why not pool those two fanbases together? get them to collaborate on a song together, the fans will go crazy and it will surely break the charts. the company will get So fucking rich.

but if they can make buckets off one song… than why not a whole album? why not make them Tour together.

which is how eddie and steve find themselves nervously sitting in a recording studio together one afternoon, going through introductions and contracts and provosos with the label and blah blah blah boring rules and legal shit.

eddie’s dreading working with this guy. he’s a total Phonie! King of Pop? who does he think he is, this harry styles wanna be. sure he writes poetic shit about love and making soft love to women, but it’s all so vapid. eddie Knows music, and he knows when lyrics are bullshit. i mean Sure, eddie knows a good handful of his songs on guitar, but that’s Only so he can play them to chrissy because it’s special to her. doesn’t make his music Good - and that’s not even eddie being a snob, he can vibe with pop, taylor swift is a lyrical goddess, he is an all too well girlie and he and chrissy scream the ten minuet version in the car together late at night.

he’s also dreading the clear over kindness. steve’s meant to be this darling angel, and sure that’s why the girls and gays love him so much, but eddie doesn’t think he could Handle someone being so fucking nice up in his face like that because he’ll Know it’s fake. he won’t be able to tell if the guys actually being nice because he actually gets along with eddie, or if he’s being nice because it’s his job.

and steve is dreading working with eddie because eddie is supposed to be one of the Hardest people to work for. he’s stuck up and dickish and Snarky and so fucking confident and a Rockstar for fucks sake. steve is way too tired to deal with a cunt right now - let alone Tour with one.

everything about this meeting and collaboration is Completely under the blanket. the label doesn’t want to announce Anything until they have a good album from them, because they know how hot headed and temperamental eddie is - given the last thing he gave them, which was immediately scrapped.

so they meet, sign a bunch of non disclosures. they’re not even allowed to tell robin and chrissy that they’re Meeting eachother - they do, though, but it doesn’t go past those two.

they’re left alone, once everything is signed. they’ve been standoffish, haven’t said more than ten words to eachother. eddie’s all glares and attitude, steve’s all soft smiles and bats of his eyelids.

they both want to be sick - this is torture.

everything’s signed. everything’s legally a secret. they’re behind closed doors in a recording studio to themselves to “get creative”. and so the masks come down.

turns out, steve is Not nice. three minuets into their alone time, eddie kicks his feet up onto the desk by steve and steve… he picks up a pen and uses it to push eddie’s shoes off the table and away from him with a bitchy glare.

steve’s Bitchy. he’s got bite and he’s So fucking sarcastic. he keeps looking eddie over and scrunching his nose, he keeps making snide comments about eddie’s over sexual behaviour and drug culture. he even goes so far as to insult eddie’s hair, “the eighties called, van halen wants his wig back”.

and eddie’s… we’ll, he’s a little turned on by it.

to the world, steve’s this perfect little soft boy who sings about love and sugar and spice and all things nice, but when there’s a contract saying eddie’s legally obliged to shut his trap about Anything steve related, he lets his true colours show.

and steve? well, once he sends out a Bunch of snarky remarks eddie’s way, he’s realising that eddie’s not reacting the way he’s been conditioned to believe eddie would. he’s expecting mean quips back, jabs at his career and “queerness” and pastel colour pallet, maybe even a meltdown. but eddie just sits there slack jawed and actually.. encouragers steve’s insults and bitchy nature. and eddie’s kinda sweet, when steve tells him to keep his shoes off the table, eddie complies and actually apologises. he even pulls out a random compliment, telling steve he actually has a really nice voice.

and he’s making steve nervous… he’s getting butterflies.

they talk for a little while longer before eddie conducts a plan. they have to go home and listen to each others music and pick a few favourites or memorable things, stuff they think they can get behind mixing with their own style. they need something with Both of their sounds combined.

steve only has a few albums out, so eddie says he’ll listen to them all. corroded coffin though? they have Heaps of music out, so eddie writes down a list of their top albums and some of His favourites from other albums that he thinks steve might be able to get behind.

steve goes home and recruits robin to listen with him, gets max to send through all of her favourites and Why. he writes down a little list with his top five songs and a couple quotes and times where solos fucking rock. by the time he’s done he’s got about an a4 page worth of notes.

eddie goes home and he and chrissy spend the night analysing All of steve’s music. they print out the lyrics to every song and scribble all over them, listing to his two albums, one EP, and a single, on an endless loop. chrissy is Always happy to spend hours talking about Steve Harrington, and eddie is the biggest fucking nerd and loves analysing music and figuring everything about it out. he learns chords, flips some of steve’s songs to make them a little rougher so he can show steve and give him a taste of the stuff they Could create.

steve feels so embarrassed with the lack of shit he’s got when eddie slams down a Folder full of notes. but eddie hurriedly stops steve’s apologising and looks at his notes and Actually awes at them “you like this song? it’s your favourite? i wrote that secretly about my fuck off dad and missing my mamma- you really like it? gosh, not many people do… this is so cool, i can’t believe you listened to it”

eddie starts talking about - and dissecting - steve’s music, telling him things about his lyrics He didn’t actually know. eddie tells him they’re all kinda… vappid. like steve doesn’t sing them with Emotion. they don’t come from the heart, they’re just stories. steve tells him he’s not allowed to write his own stuff, even though he has books full of lyrics at home.

eddie has an entire wall of his house turned into a bookshelf filled with journals for lyrics and writing music, different shelf’s are for different moods and different journals are for different themes.

they start to jam and eddie plays a few of steve’s songs. they figure out some stuff and eddie declares they’re going to make “the most outer worldly album that’s ever graced our mortal plane, king stevie, i can promise you that” - he gives steve a mission. he has to go home and find One song he’s written that he’d like the world to know about, and text pictures of it to eddie - and eddie will make sure it’s label appropriate (if it’s not, he’ll sit down with steve and they’ll tweak it to hide controversial themes behind metaphors) and tell their boss he wrote it so they can put it on the album; steve will sing it of course, and it will come from the heart.

they talk about their experiences over the next few weeks. it’s basically paid fucking therapy. eddie talks about grant, talks about CC, talks about highschool, talks about chrissy. steve talks about robin, talks about highschool, talks about the mall fire he got caught in, he talks about his abuser billy hargrove. eddie opens up about his own abuser, reefer rick, his old supplier. steve opens up about getting cheated on with the first girl he loved. eddie opened up about getting cheated on by reefer. steve opens up about neglectful parents and eddie opens up about his time through the foster system and having a druggie mother and a dad in jail.

that’s what they write music about.

steve finally sends eddie a song. it’s a song about learning to care about yourself. he wrote it when robin stepped into his life, when she conditioned him to gain his self respect back and love himself. it’s about how fucking Important loving yourself - no matter your difference or your experiences may be.

eddie cries when he reads it, he thinks it’s perfect just the way it is. the few undertones of queerness he’s picking up on from deep analysis will go right over the labels heads.

eddie suggests he write a song completely on his own for the album too, one without steve’s imput. then they both have one song that’s completely Theirs. he writes his song about grant, it’s an ode to him, a goodbye, and hidden behind metaphors and poetic tear stained lyrics, it’s about having your true self hidden by masks and flashy cameras and men in tight suits; it’s about jeff, it’s about their love, it’s about the love eddie had for grant, it’s about the love they all had for eachother, it’s about the bandanna they all wear in their back pockets from time to time.

steve reads it and he… he gets it.

he knows eddie’s queer, eddie let it slip the second time they met, when he was talking about another of his songs about the first guy he had sex with. so it’s not a shock to steve to read this kinda shit.

but when eddie’s reading steve’s lyrics, it’s kinda shocking to him. steve hadn’t come out, even though he’s given ample opportunity, hadn’t mentioned anything about men and talked plenty about women, so eddie just fairly assumed he was straight.

on the last day of recording the album, they’re in the studio together. all the backtracks are done and they’re just recording lyrics. they’re both there in the sound booth with headphones on, and eddie’s singing his ode to grant, steve backing up his vocals, but letting eddie take centre stage. eddie cries and takes a good break before they can record steve’s song - steve’s song that they think eddie wrote.

they record steve’s song, eddie eddie backs up his vocals occasionally when asked, but it’s Steve’s song. its litterally titled steve’s song, because eddie felt sick with the idea of Actually taking credit for something steve created. he’s only doing it for legal reasons and because he Needs steve to get his lyrics out into the world. they worked on all the other songs together - the label doesn’t know that - but this is Steve’s. it should have been on his first album.

steve cries whilst singing it, because it comes from the heart. he sings it with raw fucking emotion and.. oh jeez, it makes eddie cry too. steve finished singing and eddie pulls him into a tight hug and whispers to steve so no one else can hear “that’s the best you’ve ever sounded, stevie”.

what they didn’t know was that their manager snapped a photo of their hug and sent it to rolling stone along with an announcement of a new album and upcoming tour.

the internet goes bazerk! “the King of Pop and the Princess of Darkness? what an odd pair… someone write me this fan fiction rn.”

eddie and steve go home that night feeling a little useless. they just spent weeks crammed up in the recording studio together, making music and talking about things they are too scared to tell the world, and now they’re… no where near eachother.

they both sit there in their houses and come to the realisation that they Don’t just think the other is only adorable and totally their type… that maybe they were falling in love and feel kinda empty without eachother.

they start texting, chatting, keeping eachother updated on their lives - mostly on their platonic soulmates. steve prints off a selfie he and eddie took together one night a few drinks in, guitars on their laps, cheesy grins on their faces, and signs it for chrissy - she Freaks Out.

eddie sends over a CC sample hoodie he had lying around that ended up getting discontinued before selling at all, and he signed the spot over the heart with fabric pen for max.

the single drops - steve’s song - and fans go crazy. steve’s fans And eddie’s fans have collectively come together to Scream about it. it reaches top of the charts in under a week. who knew a bunch of teenage girls could be so powerful?

the tour gets announced - tickets sell Fast.

the rest of the album drops and the label hosts a party for it. steve and eddie bring their other half’s and robin and chrissy hit it off immediately, and they start dating at a lesbian pace. steve and eddie get plastered and wake up cuddling - fully clothed, but cuddling - in… chrissy’s bed? they barely even remember going back to eddie’s place, but when they go out to the kitchen they find out that they ended up keeping the party going here - robin and chrissy are curled up together half naked on the couch.

they keep texting. they can’t stay away from eachother. they know the flirting is bad and helpless, but they Can’t Help it. they’re both smitten and falling more and more each day.

the tour starts and there are strict rules they have to oblige by, via steve’s original contact. eddie breaks half of them.

one of the rules happens to be Zero queerness - but that’s the same for eddie’s contract. they’re also both talked too about acting too “gay” on stage, they’re not allowed too. whatever that means.

the tour is fucking amazing. they both love looking out to the crowd and seeing all the different people. there are teenage girls in pastel skirts and sparkly dresses with bedazzled glasses and friendship charm bracelets, there are girls with dark eyeliner and ripped stockings and chunky silver jewlery and an obscene amount of leather, there are boys in lightwash jeans and crop tops, and boys in black ripped jeans and the wrong band tees with jewlery all over their faces, their are middle aged mothers wine drunk, there are older men with goatees, there are father there with their daughters and mothers there with their sons, and So, So many more different people. it makes them both emotional.

after show four of their massive tour, they’re both having a few drinks in eddie’s trailer and listening to music and continuing the game of truth or dare robin and chrissy started before they got distracted and wandered off to steve’s trailer. they get drunker, and gigglier, and closer, and more lose lipped, and steve tells eddie he’s bi, and eddie tells steve he’s the most beautiful (inside and out) man he’s ever met, and they kiss.

they spent the rest of their tour keeping their relationship VERY secret. steve’s trailer is now permanently robin and chrissy’s, and he and eddie share eddie’s. no one suspects a thing, they’re both used to keeping their queer relations under wraps.

they say i love you in the last month of their tour. when they get home, they want to move in together. they’re going to buy their own mansion with all the fucking money this albums made them, and they’re planning what their room will look like, and their kitchen, and their garden, and their future. steve wants kids, always has. eddie’s scared to be a dad, but he thinks he’d like to try with steve, just not for a few more years. they both think marriage is stupid, but they’re also both hopeless romantics who have each pictured and planned their own weddings so they think they might even get married one day. they get matching tattoos, a little crown on eddie’s ribs under his heart for steve, and a tiara in the same place on steve for eddie.

the label asks to sign them both on for a few more albums, another tour. they’re bringing in So much money.

eddie says no, straight away. he’s not letting steve get suffocated by these fuckers anymore. there’s nothing here for him anyway. he’s already working with gareth and jeff on creating their own label, it’s almost up and running.

for steve’s birthday, three nights before the tour ends, eddie tells him he’s now the co-ceo of his own production company, named after grant, to carry on his legacy. eddie slides over a wad of paper and tells steve he wants the first artist they sign to be steve - he works on his own conditions, writes whatever music he wants, sings from the heart, writes them one album and then once that’s done (when steve is Ready for it to be done) they’ll draw up another contract, if that’s what steve wants. steve signs, starts working on his first album right away.

he lies in bed that night with eddie’s head on his chest, and they’re scribbling down lyrics about sex in satin sheets in the dark of a tour trailer, and falling in love.

they perform their last show, and they cry hopelessly.

that’s it. they’re done. their no longer signed to the label, evetythings Over.

eddie’s wearing the tiara steve put on his head on their First show, he’s also wearing leather and stompers and no shirt. steve’s wearing lightwash blue jeans and a flowey shirt made of lace and a crooked crown on top of his perfect hair. they’re both heaving, and crying black mascara and eyeliner tracks down their cheeks, and sweating buckets. but they both think the other is so fucking beautiful and they can’t resist it

it’s not like they’re locked in by the label anymore anyway.

eddie shoved his guitar off and lays it very neatly on the ground before full pelt running for steve and just Kissing him. the crowd goes fucking crazy. they loose their shit and it breaks the media.

“i love you…” eddie pants into his mouth and kisses him again “i love you so fucking much baby”

“i love you too.” steve says and then he swiftly drops to one knee, pulls a ring box out of his pocket and asks eddie to marry him

it’s there in stage, with a the most diverse and random crowd in the world, sweaty and hot and in love, that eddie and steve break history. not only did they Just come out to the world as queer… and dating, they’re also the first famous queer couple to get engaged on stage like this.

so yeah… that’s my “little” fic idea :)

and then they obviously get married and get their mansion or whatever and adopt a kid a few years into the marriage, when eddie feels stable enough to be able to responsibily raise a little gremlin. she’s totally a little menace like eddie, but she’s for sure got his pure sweetness when she’s with people she trusts and loves but holy shit is she steve’s kid, because she’s gotta be more snarky and more bitchy than steve was during their first meeting… and what’s worse is when they gang up on eddie with double bitchy glares.

[writer-in-theory]

Smooth Talkin', So Rockin' - Snippet

I wanted to share a little bit of what I've been working on since February. This is a small part of my fic for the Steddie Big Bang event (@steddiebang ). Huge thanks to them for running this event, or I wouldn't have tackled just a large project.

In this fic, Steve is just Steve Harrington by day, but by night, he's performing in sold-out stadiums as iconic popstar Zayne Maine. Eddie Munson is an up-and-coming rock star hell-bent on proving Zayne's not all he's cracked up to be.

--

“When are you going to admit Zayne’s a good person and a good singer? Clearly, you think so, otherwise, you wouldn’t be here," Chrissy asked.

“When he admits he had no good reason to cover our song,” Eddie responded quickly, still not sure if he even believes it anymore, “and when he stops being so popular, Jesus Christ.” 

“You’re unbearable and I can’t wait to see your face when he proves you wrong live.”

“We’ll see about that,” Eddie spoke, glancing around for anyone he could use to prove his point. Most people were busy by now, rushing to accomplish every last-minute task before the start of the show. The openers were on, leaving only a precious few minutes to get everything set up.

There was one person, though, standing off to the side like he meant to disappear in the crowd.

He wore all black like many of the crew did, though instead of working like the rest of them he was leaning against a wall sipping on a bottle of water. An intern, maybe? Well, Eddie wasn’t above bothering the interns if it meant proving himself right.

“Hey!” Eddie called, waving the unknown man over. The man looked shocked, pulling an earbud out and pointing to himself like this was the first time someone purposefully noticed him. “C’mere, I have a question.”

The man listened, and walked over close enough that Eddie could get a better look at him. He was, admittedly, gorgeous in the kind of way that only normal people got to be. He was unassuming in his comfort clothes, with the kind of flowing hair that would normally have Eddie swooning and bright, brown eyes that were earnest in their focus. “Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham, right? What can I, uh, do for you?”

“I’m so glad you asked,” Eddie said with a Cheshire grin, ignoring Chrissy’s eye roll. “You see, Chrissy and I were having a debate amongst geniuses, and we need you to be our tiebreaker.”

“Oh, oh I don’t think I’m your guy. I can go get—” He looked a little like a deer caught in headlights, doe-eyes wide as they flicked between Eddie and Chrissy. It was charming, the way he seemed so shocked that Eddie was talking to him now. 

“On the contrary...what’s your name, man?”

“Steve. Steve Harrington.”

Steve Harrington. Delightfully plain, with no obvious connections to anyone in the industry. This might be the first person Eddie could talk to in L.A. with zero strings attached, no expectations or cameras watching them. 

“Well, Harrington, I need someone on my side. Think you can do that?”

“Depends,” Steve answered, smoothly dodging the arm Eddie went to sling around his shoulders. He raised his eyebrows, arms crossed almost like he was trying to size up Eddie. It was an attitude that not many people took with him anymore, either because they were too starstruck or too terrified of him. “Think you can be a little less cryptic?”

“That might be kinda hard, I am known as the Cryptid of Hawkins.”

Steve’s laugh was like the bells of Notre Dame—bright, music-like, and commanding in a way that had Eddie clinging to the sound for more. 

“You’re not called that,” Steve returned, completely focused on the conversation despite the growing commotion around them.

“Oh, so you’ve heard of me.”

“I have,” Steve said, “It’s hard not to, you’re kinda popular.”

“Say that to the Midwestern moms who form protests outside our concerts,” Eddie laughed, remembering all of the angry signs that rivaled all the good ones at his last show in Indianapolis. 

“Hey, bad press is still press,” Steve answered, shrugging once like the concept didn’t bother him much. In general, nothing seemed to phase him despite talking to a not unfamous musician while backstage at one of the biggest concerts of the year. Who was this guy? “So what was it you needed?”

“Oh, right! What d’you think of Zayne Maine? It’s a safe space, I promise I won’t tell,” Eddie asked with a light teasing tone in his voice.

Surprise took over Steve’s expression then, coming in a slow wave as he clearly tried to comprehend the question. Then he laughed, a nervous thing that ended with Steve’s hand running through his beach waves. Right when Eddie was about to ask what was so funny, Steve asked, “You really wanna know what I think of Zayne Maine?”

“Only honest opinions will be accepted,” Eddie answered, “Chrissy over there seems to think he deserves all this hype.”

By the time Steve opened his mouth to respond, the commotion backstage finally caught his attention. Steve turned his head as someone asked where Zayne had gone, his cheeks flushing pink as he watched the crew search for the missing popstar.

“I think that’s my cue,” Steve sighed, beginning to step back from Eddie, “I should go find him.”

“Are you his PA?” Eddie asked then, feeling his heart begin to race. Did he really just ask Zayne Maine’s personal assistant if he thought the man was an asshole? No wonder he wanted to get away from Eddie so soon! The first time Eddie met someone gorgeous, funny, and completely out of the celebrity circle he goes and has to ruin it. Screw Zayne Maine for making him trash talk the guy’s boss.

“Something like that,” Steve answered, shaking his head and beginning to walk backward, somehow managing to stay out of everyone else’s path like he already knew where they'd be. If Eddie were to have tried something smooth like that, he would’ve fallen flat on his face in seconds. “Come find me after the show, I’ll give you my answer then, Eddie.”

[hellcheersource]

Fic collections - Taylor Swift inspired

It seems like our fandom has a lovely crossover between Hellcheer stans and Swifties (myself included) so here's some of the many Hellcheer fics that have a hint of Taylor about them, from naming to plot to inspired by songs.

Voted Most Likely To Run Away With You by @blondiest

When Chrissy escapes Vecna and the only conceivable way to escape him is to RUN, Eddie is the perfect person to run with. But explaining why they're travelling together would be so much easier if they were married, and not two High School seniors... right? Gorgeous fake marriage AU

Song: Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince*, Lover

*if this isn't the most perfect Hellcheer song title, I don't know what is

Throw Your Jacket On The Floor by @enoughtotemptme

Spicy one shot loosely inspired by one of Miss Swift's latests Vault tracks. A song that I'm sure had a few of us thinking Hellcheer given the sultry twist the bass line alone on this one deserves.

Song: I can See You, Speak Now (Taylor's Version) (From the Vault)

Getaway Car by @bumblehumblebeee

Chrissy is pregnant. The only problem is that as far as Jason knows, she's saving herself for marriage. Her getaway car might have more of an idea about what's been going on

Song: Getaway Car, Reputation

You Drew Stars Around My Scars by @idontgettechnology

The Flower shop/Tattoo shop classic trope we all love (don't worry, we might do a collection inspired by these tropes soon as well!). Some lovely moments around Chrissy's family in here, and the lyrics chosen for the title fit the setting of this one perfectly

Song: Cardigan, Folklore

but it's golden by Cunninghams

A group camping trip. A recent break up. Two pining best friends. What more could we ask for? Well, chapter titles inspired by Taylor songs as well!

Song: Daylight, Lover

New Romantics (series) by Lafilles Version

A collection of fics centered around Popstar Chrissy and Rockstar Eddie as they navigate fame, fortune and their relationship

Song: New Romantics, 1989

[hellcheerficdatabase]

This IS Music

Author: @lokinightfury

Rating/Warning: Mature

Chapter Count: 11/?

Description:

Eddie Munson really thought he was living the dream. A record deal straight out of high school with his friends as bandmates. But 8 years later things are starting to unravel, and he's at risk of losing the one thing he actually knows how to do - make music. His last record tanked, and the label want to see him bringing in the return against their investment in his solo career.

Chrissy Cunningham worked hard, a self made artist who finally managed to get the attention of the right people. Her third album isn't coming easily, and her management team thinks she needs something extra in there, an unexpected collaborator to take her music in the direction they want it to go in.

A record label merger brings the two of them onto the same books, and the higher ups have the perfect solution to both of their problems. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Alternate universe- no vecna, alternate universe- modern au, enemies to lovers, popstar!Chrissy, Rockstar!Eddie, enemies to friends to lovers, PR relationship, slow-burn, secret relationship, fluff, angst, eventual smut, smut, Chrissy POV, small section of Eddie POV, multiple chapters, status: WIP

[ellewritesandrants]

Okay but what about a modern AU with Rockstar! Eddie who always shouts out his baby, doll, darling, etc. to the point where it becomes a running gag?

Maybe, it starts out with Billy getting into USC-Berkeley and Eddie dropping everything and convincing his band to come with them to California. They get there and unsurprisingly, they have a much larger audience. Billy was the one to get them the gigs when they first got to California, making Eddie always shout out his baby for helping them out with the gig or for inspiring their songs. They eventually go viral and they catch the eye of a recording label, landing them a deal.

Of course, even if they play bigger venues and have a legit manager, Eddie always manages to sneak in a dedication to his darling and light of his life and as they gain fans, so does the interest in the band members’ love life. Billy and Eddie had agreed early on that they wanted to keep Billy’s name out of public speculation for now because he was still finishing up his degree in social justice and he didn’t want to deal with the fame of being with a rockstar.

It doesn’t stop Eddie from gushing about his partner and his everything at every opportunity he gets and fans are simultaneously heartbroken and so in love with how Eddie was in love with his partner. There are legit compilations of his dedications on Youtube and everyone quickly learns the quickest way to get Eddie Munson to talk was to ask about his partner. Some superfans eventually would sleuth around and dig using the clues that Eddie would unknowingly leave them like them being highschool sweethearts and their blond haired and blue eyed appeal.

Somehow, they get the idea that it must be up and coming popstar Chrissy Cunningham since she’s also from Hawkins and she fits the criteria to a tee. Everyone thinks they’ve cracked the code until Chrissy is asked about it an interview and she laughs about it since she and Eddie had dated but they eventually realized they were a tad too different before breaking up and becoming good friends instead.

Chrissy was actually the one to introduce Eddie to her cousin who became the love of his life. Everyone is even more confused than ever but Eddie takes it all in stride, promising to reveal his partner in due time. He continues to dedicate each and every single performance to his muse and inspiration until one day, after Billy’s first proper tour with Corroded Coffin and his agreement to go public after his graduation, Eddie proposes to Billy on stage at the last stop of their tour in front of their friends and family.

Of course, Billy says yes and everyone wonders who the fuck he actually is. All of their friends and family start sharing stories about Billy, with the band members calling him Corroded Coffin’s biggest fan and secret ghostwriter and with their celebrity friends backing up about how much of a sweetheart Billy is, everyone soon falls in love with Billy the same way Eddie had.

It doesn’t help that Eddie immediately floods his Instagram, stories and his Twitter about his amazing partner and all that he’s had to keep secret with the world. He starts a countdown of their wedding from the day he proposed, always sharing one of the reasons he fell in love with Billy. They eventually get married and they adopt and foster a few kids but Eddie and Billy remain one of the most popular celebrity couples since they’re proof that love still exists.

Maybe I’ll come back later on and make this a proper fic because I have an idea leading up to the proposal so I can have Billy blushing with every dedication Eddie gives him and how Eddie yanked Billy onstage for the proposal in front of hundreds of thousands of people just so he could propose.

[undergreatwhitenorthernlights]

POPSTAR: Chrissy Cunningham releases new music video.

Eddie paces back and forth across the room. Chrissys new music video had been playing almost on repeat on MTV and he was sure he was going to dig a trench in the living room floor from the constant back and forth of his boots against the shag carpet. It's orange hue glaring back at him. His eyes darted back to the screen and he felt his throat constrict in a vicous vice. Long legs, dreamy eyes, dancing around in white boy shorts and a satin slip. Like a dream or a nightmare of memories assaulting him all ar once. The door jiggled open and Eddie dragged his hands against his jeans and Laurie, his girlfriend walked in. Hands full of shopping bags. She rolled her eyes at the TV behind him and took off her shades. " Jesus Christ you'd think they'd get sick of that girl's whining by now. " She was covered in tattoos, she drank like the best of them, and she was mean and sexy and honestly her biggest flaw was not being the woman on the screen. Eddie pursed his lips and dodged a kiss aimed at his mouth, simply kissing her forehead.

She didn't even notice, glancing back to the TV as she hugged him.

"At least the label isn't painting her as little miss Mary sunshine anymore. "

Eddie tried not to look he really did, but fell victim to her eyes once again. Jealousy buring syringe filled veins. He thought he'd left Hawkins behind but fuck...by the look of the hell he was living in, he would of rather died in the upside down.

[lokinightfury]

Eddie Munson really thought he was living the dream. A record deal straight out of high school with his friends as bandmates. But 8 years later things are starting to unravel, and he's at risk of losing the one thing he actually knows how to do - make music. His last record tanked, and the label want to see him bringing in the return against their investment in his solo career.

Chrissy Cunningham worked hard, a self made artist who finally managed to get the attention of the right people. Her third album isn't coming easily, and her management team thinks she needs something extra in there, an unexpected collaborator to take her music in the direction they want it to go in.

A record label merger brings the two of them onto the same books, and the higher ups have the perfect solution to both of their problems. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter One (prologue) Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve coming soon where we will have a POV switch around!

Chrissy's Album Playlist (will update as the fic progresses)

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Smooth Talkin', So Rockin'

by writer_in_theory

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Claudia Henderson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Minor Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler/Chrissy Cunningham, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Pre-Relationship, Secret Identity, Identity Porn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson Friendship, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Rockstar!Eddie Munson, Popstar!Steve Harrington, Inspired by Hannah Montana, Team as Family, Romance, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending, Implied Sexual Content, Non-Graphic Smut, Summer Romance, Paparazzi, Famous Eddie Munson Words: 60,436 Chapters: 16/16

Summary

Steve Harrington had the best of both worlds. By day he could be a normal person, but by night he got to perform at sold-out stadiums as pop sensation Zayne Maine. One scandal has him sent back to the small town he was supposed to grow up in, however, with the instructions that he's supposed to spend the summer figuring out who he is without the wig and makeup. Eddie Munson is the lead singer of the rock band Corroded Coffin with a reputation that precedes him. When he decided to spend the summer in his old hometown to help finish their next long-awaited album, he never expected to meet someone with close ties to his famous rival. -- AKA a Hannah Montana AU Posted as part of the 2023 Steddie BigBang

[pollenallergie]

Eddie Munson

+ examples of AUs I will/might write:

rockstar

best friend

dad (can be single dad!eddie or x mom/other parent!reader)

roommate

music teacher/tutor

coworker

Ralph from Timewasters (I’m planning on using his canon surname from here on out, but I will still use Penbury [the fanon surname by @mypoisonedvine] if it’s included in your request!!)

+ examples of AUs I will/might write:

modern

holiday/vacation (in which you’re on holiday with them)

Tom Grant

+ examples of AUs I will/might write:

coworker

holiday/vacation

Billy Knight

+ examples of AUs I will/might write:

roommate

best friend

artist/art student

holiday/vacation

BBC/PBS!Enjolras

+ examples of (mostly modern) AUs I will/might write:

professor/TA/classmate/tutor (for the subject of your choosing)

librarian

activist

Chrissy Cunningham

+ examples of AUs I will/might write:

roommate

best friend

moviestar/popstar

housewife (warning: this AU will almost always involve Chrissy being in the closet as she would be married to Jason and it involves unfaithfulness, as she would literally be cheating on Jason with you)

Robin Buckley

+ examples of AUs I will/might write:

roommate

best friend

coworker

Koner

Oliver Quick

Important Note: Just because a character lacks any examples of AUs I’ll write doesn’t mean that there are none/that I won’t write any AUs for them. Rather, it means I simply couldn’t come up with any at this time. However, you’re more than welcome to send in any and all AU requests for any of the characters listed above (so long as the obey the rules listed below)!!

the most important parts are in bold font for your convenience <3

No under age/pedophilia (including writing romantic stuff for the minors/kids in stranger things… I am a grown ass lady, I will not write for children; that’s gross).

No scat/vomit/piss play.

No ddlg/mdlg/age regression/anything related to that (general daddy & mommy kinks are okay, but I’m selective about how/when I’ll write them, so just know that my writing will rarely have those kinks in it).

No taboos!!

No non-con/dub-con/consensual non-con (one sole exception: somnophilia is okay, but consent must be given beforehand; i.e, reader is too tired to stay awake, but also kinda horny, so they let <insert character here> fuck them while they’re sleeping).

No incest. (step-cest may be allowed on occasion/depending on the circumstances).

No zoophilia/beastiality.

Must be kind & patient!! I do not respond well to rudeness/bossiness nor to being rushed (because i am a sensitively soul), so treating me that way will most likely lead to your request being ignored and deleted.

No hardcore degradation. However, you may request playful mocking/teasing!

No body fetishes (e.g., pregnancy fetish, feederism, body hair fetish, chubby fetish, etc.). I am perfectly okay with expressing adoration and admiration of a certain physical trait, but I will not contribute to the fetishization of it.

In my writing, I prefer to either leave the reader’s body type ambiguous or to (occasionally) specify the reader as being mid-size/plus-size. I will never specify my reader as having a flat tummy, abs, a thigh gap, a defined bone structure, or anything of that sort.

Note: while I will not write for pregnancy fetish, breeding kink is okay!

No hardcore kinks (e.g., no hardcore domination, no suspension, no obscene violence - the occasional spanking is okay! -, etc. Basically, nothing like the kinks/kink-related stuff you’d see on American Horror Story or 50 Shades of Grey).

I won’t write for specific medical conditions. The only exceptions to this rule are the following:

I may, on occasion, write for certain neurological/psychological conditions like ADHD, MDD, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, etc.

I may, on occasion, write for more general physical disabilities/conditions like visual impairment, auditory impairment, wheelchair use, asthma, allergies, etc.

I make exceptions for such conditions because I want to cater towards underrepresented groups as much as possible with my writing.

I won’t write rpf (real person fiction)… it’s just not my thing anymore. I’m sorry! :/

Please use tone indicators whenever possible when making requests/submitting asks!!

No cheating/adultery!! My sole exceptions to this rule are as follows:

I may, on occasion, write about closeted queer characters in heterosexual relationships (**cough cough** Chrissy **cough cough**) finding love/affection outside of those heterosexual relationships.

I may, on occasion, write about neglected spouses finding love/affection outside of their marriage - think neglected husband!Enjolras sleeping with his kids’ nanny.

No abuse (emotional or physical).

Please be aware that some requests won’t get written for the following reasons:

They may not inspire me. (Some requests simply won’t inspire me, but I’ll always try to communicate w/ the person who sent the request when that happens!! Also, I can assure you that such an occurrence will be rare!! So, hopefully, that it won’t deter anyone from sending in requests!)

They don’t obey my rules.

Please do not send me the same requests that you’ve already sent to other blogs!!

I will write for fem!reader, non-binary/gender neutral!reader, and male!reader/masc!reader. However, please specify which of those you would like in your request! As far as smut goes, I’m definitely more comfortable with writing for a vagina-having reader, but, if I’m inspired by a request for a reader with another sort of anatomy, know that I’ll do my best to write smut for that anatomy as accurately as possible!

No -isms or prejudices!! (no racism, sexism, classism, xenophobia, ableism, etc.).

I will never Y/N nor will I give the reader a specific name (non-name-related nicknames & terms of endearment are fair game though).

I mostly write in the second person when writing from the reader’s perspective (the pronouns I use for the reader most commonly being you/your/yours/yourself) and in the third person limited when writing from the character’s perspective. This likely won’t have any impact on the requests you submit, but I still think it might be helpful to know that beforehand.

Please only send me the same request twice!!

That’s all for now! Be sure to check back (somewhat) regularly to make sure that the rules haven’t changed!! <3

[sherifftillman]

copying ur 2 titles: all your pictures on the floor / this dizzy dreamer

all your pictures on the floor: oh god. i never thought i'd choose to write cheerscoops angst. but that's what that's become

this dizzy dreamer: hmmm. i've been thinking about this one for a while now. and we're getting a chrissy cunningham double feature here bc i wanna talk photocheer!!

send me a fake fic title and i'll tell you what i'd write based on it!

all your pictures on the floor: chrissy's mum and jason's mum had like practically arranged for them to be childhood sweethearts turned eventual spouses and during chrissy's Teenage Rebel phase (at 18) she's like "and why can't i choose who i want to date, huh?! what's to stop me from dating whoever i want anyway behind all of your backs?! isn't that worse?" so laura is like "if you won't agree to a relationship with jason, you're not living under my roof"

so she ends up dating and running away to live with steve. charming, goofy, totally reformed former playboy steve. everything's a dream, at first. she even opts to not go to college so she can just start her domestic life with steve as soon as it starts. but they're both still way too young to be starting a lifestyle like that, and neither of them have had good role models. so even though they do have really good times together, the in between bits are full of little insecurities. any time one of them is home late from work, the other assumes that Something must be happening behind their backs, but they're both so inexperienced in adult relationships that neither of them talk about it. chrissy's fed up of working and being a homemaker but steve never had to lift a finger so he doesn't know how to cook or clean and chrissy doesn't want to have to teach him.

stuff like that builds up until eventually steve cracks and is like "look, you chose to live here, so if you're not happy, you can get out." and maybe this is just before chrissy goes off to work for the day, and when she gets back all her stuff is in boxes outside the harrington house. her family won't accept her back. jason's got a fiancée who he's obsessed with. so she gets a motel room for the night, looks in one of the boxes and sees that steve's given her all of their photo albums, too. so chrissy puts all the photos out across the room, of all the good times that they had, reminiscing of them, wondering where it went wrong, wondering if the "good" times even were that good. and she realises she's faced with the option of either trying to fend for herself with no support network, or going back to steve with her tail between her legs and repeating the cycle of being just like her mother, who she starts to realise was only setting her up w jason bc jason was the safe option she never went for as a kid. and she was hoping not to let history repeat itself. but it did

this dizzy dreamer: au in which chrissy is a popstar, and jonathan works for a music magazine. he takes photos for a piece on chrissy, and they are. stunning. they capture her vibe perfectly, even she loves how she looks in them, and that feature really helps her career kick off. she's about to do her first major all-american tour and she seeks jonathan out to be the photographer for the whole thing. (idk if this is a thing for everyone, but i've been seeing a lot of harry styles' tour on my fyp and he apparently has a photographer called lloyd so that's what i'm basing this off of)

anyway as they're touring, chrissy realises how introverted jonathan is and desperately tries to get him to open up around everyone so that he feels part of the ~tour family~. and ofc he does Not want to do that. but some nights when chrissy can't sleep, jonathan is up, too. except he's sitting on the roof of the tour bus, getting high. he offers to roll chrissy a joint, but she tells him that if she smokes a whole one all by herself it makes her dizzy and throws her off. but she'll stay up with him and talk to him.

he tells her he's up bc he worries about his brother back home. she tells him she has a little brother too. he tells her he knows, they've grown up together and she's never even realised it. that's why he's completely okay with this just being a professional relationship. but chrissy feels bad that she doesn't remember jonathan. but she still finds ways to connect with him through anecdotes like "remember when mike lewenski started that huge food fight in middle school?"

as the tour goes on, she starts getting stressed. people keep writing about her, and being a female in the public eye, a lot of tabloids are judging her, setting expectations for her she doesn't know how to keep. and so to help her calm down between shows, jonathan offers to share a joint with her. she opens up to jonathan on a deeper level about how she's worried that she can't hack it, and that she's gonna have to give up on her dreams. jonathan tells her that it's admirable that she even has one, let alone one that she went for. it makes chrissy sad to hear that jonathan's never had a dream, but he tells her he doesn't mind, he only never thought to have any bc he spent so long taking care of his mum and brother.

chrissy swears that she'll help him come up with a dream to aim for. but, as tour goes on, his work gains notoriety, and he starts genuinely enjoying taking photos of the girl he's falling in love with, he realises he's already living it :)