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[pearlypairings]

all good dates begin at the cemetery

characters: eddie munson x chrissy cunningham (back on my hellcheer bullshit); OC: angie cunningham (deceased older sister)

summary: chrissy visits the Hawkins Cemetery to vent and reconnect with her older sister whose death broke her heart and changed her family's whole world. Out of desperation, she asks her sister for a sign that she's not alone…. And maybe, just maybe, Angie answers her prayer with a tall, mischievous metalhead to save her from the storm.

wc >3k || warning: sibling death, emotional/parental abuse || hurt/comfort, hopeful ending

author's note: totally inspired from so many hellcheer discord discussions & a very specific dorky, but endearing scene from Smallville where Lana introduces Clark to her parents at the town's cemetery

snippet below:

She choked back a sob, rubbing her hands over her face in protest that her feelings betrayed her. She was supposed to be strong for her family, for her little brother, even for Angie. But all of this stress slowly pressure-cooked her from inside out. “I’m exhausted, Angie and I don’t know how much more of Mom and Hawkins I can take without you. Things were bearable back then, and I don’t know if it’s because you protected me from it or if I was too young to see it, but I’m tired of fighting a losing battle. And I worry about Charlie when I leave, what will happen to him, because Dad sure as hell doesn’t have a lot to say for us in front of Mom. Mostly just sad eyes at dinner, and then, a lot of silence behind his locked office door.” The grey stone stood there in silence. And if she thought too hard about it, she’d feel like it was mocking her pain. But this was her sister. She wouldn’t hurt her like that. She’d have something impassioned to say, rally their spirits. She was the oldest, the one who spearheaded campaigns against their parents for less chores and more fun when they were little. She’d teased the hell out of her, sure, but threatened Sherry down the street when she’d called Chrissy a loser for wanting to look at bugs in her garden. Angie never let her down, even when they got to an age where it wasn’t cool to hang out with your younger sister. Chrissy never felt alone when Angie was around. Chrissy wiped her eyes. “You’d know what to do, what to say…you always did. And I need that right now. I need a sign from you that everything's gonna be okay. That I’m not alone in this fight…”

** bonus for reading: the clip from smallville that this fic is loosely inspired by: click here

#hellcheer #eddie munson #hellcheer fanfic #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer fanfiction #chrissy cunningham #chrissy x eddie #angst #hurt/comfort #happy ending #hopeful ending #smallville inspired #pearlypairings #eddie is a softie #chrissy needs a hug

[erythromanc3r]

4 & 5 for Among the Willows for the fic asks :)

YAY thank you! I love talking about this fic!

4. What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

My favorite line(s) of dialogue are the post-coital “what are we?” discussion because this:

She nodded, sealing their agreement. It was her turn to share something new with him. “...Cunningham.”

“I don’t follow.”

“My name,” Chrissy explained. “Before I was married. My name was Chrissy Cunningham.”

He smiled, slowly, weaving his fingers through hers. “Now that’s a nice name.”

“I think so, too.”

Is a turning point in the story, both thematically AND structurally speaking because it’s a) Chrissy claiming her independence and b) it gives Eddie the information necessary to paint the Cunningham sign at the end, which bookends this particular part of their story in this AU, and it was one of those beats that I had planned out from the very start.

5. What part was hardest to write?

WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF I SAID IT WAS THE ENCAMPMENT SCENE?! I’m not used to writing scenes with larger crowds! That’s why we really only get a glimpse into whose there, but the Hellfire Gang is about a dozen outlaws deep with a lot of people coming and going. There’s a lot of Red Dead Redemption influence in this AU and I took a LOT of inspiration from the gang’s encampment up on the plateau early in the game.

#hellcheer #my fic #answered #pearlypairings #yeehaw 🤠

[staceymcgillicuddy]

for fic asks: questions 2, 11, & 13 for to get my soul known again <333

Thank you so much!

2: What scene did you first put down?

I write chronologically, so the first scene in the fic is the first scene I wrote. However, the first scene I imagined in my head was them in Oregon on the beach.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

I wanted to make something dreamy and meandering and focused on Chrissy's inner journey rather than external dramatics, and I think it's done that for the most part.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

I don't listen to music while I write. However, I would say that the soundtrack for Soul is a lot of instrumental stuff. Think Explosions in the Sky or bands like that. Also Martha Wainwright's Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole is a Chrissy-esque anthem for the whole fic. Martha wrote it about her dad, but it fits the situation pretty well, I think.

Fic Specific Asks

#bsc diaries #pearlypairings

[outlandishwhalesharks]

Ooh I'm intrigued by Barbgrove soul mate AU 👀

So this is a first words soulmates au. It's Billy's senior year and he's a bit of an ass to her when they first meet so she just decides to not say anything to him for a while...

Her face blushes a deep red that runs down her neck as her eyes widen and nostrils flare.

It's actually kinda cute and he feels a bolt of anticipation run down his spine as he waits for her reply. 

She doesn't say anything though. 

Instead she turns to Wheeler, who is looking at her in shock. They share a quick look and it seems like a whole conversation is shared between the two of them. 

Suddenly she turns around and makes a hasty retreat as Nancy follows behind.

Billy laughs it off making some off handed remark all the while trying to tamper something that almost feels like disappointment. 

Send me WIP asks

#wip asks #barbgrove #bg soulmates #pearlypairings #thanks for the ask!

[vinmauro]

for the fanfic ask game! 👻, 🔪: enemies to lovers, soulmates au, one bed trope

awe thank you!!

👻 Have you written holiday-themed fics? If yes, which is your fave? If not, what’s one holiday you’d want to write for, and which character(s) would the fic be for?

i have not!! i'm actually surprised i haven't done anything for halloween. there's going to be this part in tied me to you where it takes place during new years eve but that's not the central theme. maybe if i get my one shots done i can do something for halloween. (also forgot to say which characters but it'd be anybody tbh)

🔪 Fuck marry kill 3 tropes: enemies to lovers, soulmates au, one bed trope

fuck: one bed trope marry: enemies to lovers kill: soulmates au. i'm sorry i just haven't gotten into them!!

fanfic asks

#answered #pearlypairings

[phoenixwrites]

3 & 10 for fic questions 💕

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

I see every fic I write as a rom com or a dramedy--so rom com fun bantery dialogue, miscommunication, and hilarious circumstances are what define my stories. This is my favorite genre to write and enjoy myself!

10. How do you decide what to write?

It just pops right into my head. I don't know where they come from. Sometimes it's Ambien on 3AM, sometimes I'm just walking home from work and POP! And then I inevitably end up texting Del or Justine or Strag.

If I'm choosing between like WIPs? My new thing is updating the furthest out updated.

Fic asks!

#pearlypairings

[astorytotellyourfriends]

ooh for the BTS post, 18 & 21 for Play Me Better (it's one of my faves<3)

omg thank you so much!!! 🥰💛

play me better

18. How would you describe your writing style for this fic, if you can?

ooo that's kinda tough! the original iteration of this fic was in the form of screenshots of text messages so that definitely changes the style from my usual prose. i think it would fall under "tell not show" since it's like 75% dialogue, which makes it very complicated to share what the characters are feeling (especially since chrissy is Very Nervous for the first half of the fic). it's a fun challenge, though!!

21. What is something you didn’t expect people to notice or gravitate towards in this fic?

i LOVE that so many people pointed out chrissy's "oh bother" in comments bc that was by far my favorite line in the whole fic!! it was just so silly and playful and i think it marks where she starts becoming more comfortable with the conversation as a whole! she finally lets herself give eddie a taste of his own medicine 😏

behind-the-scenes fic asks

#THANK U SO MUCH ILY #answered #pearlypairings

[empress-of-snark]

you take me in your arms and

suddenly there’s sunlight all around me

everything bright and warm and

shining like it never did before

#hello I’m back with another rarepair #stranger things #jonathan x chrissy #photocheer #jonathan byers #chrissy cunningham #lyrics from ‘all I’ve ever known’ from hadestown #ALSO #if anyone’s looking for photocheer fic recommendations check out ‘there is a light that never goes out’ by pearlypairings #it’s so so so good #st rarepairs

[justhere4thevibez]

I got tagged by @1lostsoul0fishbowl @pipergirl17 AND @pearlypairings weeks ago for this fic challenge, so thanks for all the love guys:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

The Interview A fun college AU that starts out with Chrissy meeting Eddie when she interviews him for her journalism class and devolves into fake dating and real falling in love. Fluff, angst, and humor bundled into a fic that's very close to my heart.

A Very Harrington Christmas Chrissy agrees to be Steve's fake girlfriend to help him get Nancy back over a Christmas ski vacation and ends up falling for Eddie along the way. A Hallmark-esque comedy of errors with Christmas shenanigans aplenty.

Hold Onto Me Vampire Eddie tries to help clairvoyant Chrissy figure out her gift - and tries not to fall for her while he does. Angst, supernatural elements, and my very first explicit smut lol.

Devil in the Woods A fairytale-esque story where Chrissy runs away from her family, only to fall right into the arms of the devil himself, Eddie Munson (who isn't quite as scary as he seems). Whimsy, magic, and a lot of hurt/comfort.

Long Is the Road Out of Hell I'd be remiss not to add this one, my most popular fic to date. Chrissy joins Hellfire club in the hopes of getting Jason to dump her, but with Eddie's help she gains a whole lot more than that. Hurt/comfort, Chrissy becoming a nerd, and the Mike Wheeler we all deserved to see.

I decided to only do long fics for this, because I never would've been able to choose otherwise lol. If anyone wants to see my top five oneshots, feel free to inbox me!

#vibez answers #hellcheer #hellcheer fic #top five #writer asks

[gingertumericlemon]

When Last We Met

@pearlypairings sent along a sweet little prompt for "crashing the party" and here we are. A stupid little bonbon for the Hellcheer crowd❤️

The captain’s quarters looked empty but by now she knew that meant nothing. Instead of rushing inside, she took her time to peer intently around the room.

The walls were lined with hide-bound books and maps to skies she did not recognize. The few spaces on the shelves not packed with texts showcased arcane curios and dazzling artifacts–few she recognized; but their intricacy and value was apparent to even those who had not traversed the Holy Seas and the Nine and Twenty sky channels besides. In stark contrast to these trophies of taste and sophistication were the instruments of murder mounted on the wall–blades and rifles frugal in design, the easier for claiming lives. Their simplicity spoke of their danger. Her starry, lavender gaze landed on the bay window framed by cobalt velvet curtains behind the wide desk (strewn about with telescopes and astrolabes and a cinnabar opium pipe) through which nothing but clouds could be seen. If she looked through, she’d see nothing but clouds until the faintest smudge of earth some 15,000 feet below. A beautiful emerald-green bird with elegant curling tailfeathers sat contentedly on a perch beside the desk, looking at her with a curious expression. Beneath her feet was a persistent but not unpleasant hum–the tell-tale sign of the pumping pistons and firing steam engines which kept this magnificent, mysterious vessel afloat above the unwitting citizens of Faerun. 

Cosette raised her wrist to her flushed lips and whispered into the little topaz token embossed with her party’s totem. “The coast is clear.” Then she tugged her blouse up. It somehow kept riding down beneath her corset. 

Luthandriel entered first, his radiant broadsword at attention as he scanned his flank for more pirates beyond those they’d already left gutted in the galley. Dumas followed, his halfling form obscured at first to Cosette by a massive globe depicting a far-off celestial landscape. He whistled in admiration as he absently strummed his zither, trailing silver sparks of enchanted music behind him. “Good taste for a barbarian,” he muttered as he pocketed an hourglass of fine dwarvish make. My’thias came last, his massive golden wings barely squeezing through the door such that he had to kind of half turn-out and scooch sideways to fit.  He wiped pirate blood from his snout with a scaly claw. “Is it here? The codex?”

The Beggar’s Mercy spread out and began to search. All except Cosette who was made to stand by the door and keep watch because she. Well. Because they all told her she was the best at it, she guessed!

She shrugged her shoulders (pale, shimmering like quartz in the light) and sighed. Somehow the top of her bodice had gotten all pulled down again amongst the hooks and stays of her corset which was brocade and the color of a new dawn. You could almost see her nipples for um Tyr’s sake! She turned her gaze downward for just a moment to adjust herself and froze. There was something cool and violent positioned at the nape of her neck. 

“You would do well,” a voice like charred and honeyed meat dripping with fat murmured into her ear, “To leave your garments as I fancy them.” 

She did not move. There was the subtle but unmistakable click of a flintlock pistol. “Should have been more thorough in your search, pet,” the voice continued. A hand–huge and calloused and covered in rings–seized her by the waist….

Weakly, Cosette bleated, “Um, guys….” Luthandriel, Dumas, and My’thias turned and groaned. 

“Did you investigate the room?” Dumas didn’t sound angry. Just deflated. Cosette blushed. “I did, I mean–I thought I did–”

My’thias flapped his wings in draconian agitation. “Passive perception isn’t the same thing, we TOLD YOU–” but Luthandriel cut him off. “The lady is new to our land and new to our laws,” he said in a lofty voice. “You would do well to extend her grace and courtesy.”

Against her neck, Cosette could feel the captain smirk. She squirmed in his incredible mighty  powerful grip but no matter how hard she fought she couldn’t break free! “Your paladin speaks sense. I’d pay him mind. Now. Let us be reasonable. We’re all men of business here.”

“You’re no businessman! You’re a murderous sky-pirate!!!!” Cosette thought that sounded pretty good!!! 

Into his fist My’thias could be heard to mutter, “Sky-pirates aren’t even high fantasy, they’re steampunk,” and dodged a caltrop aimed at his eye by the captain in return for his insolence. 

“All men have their price. What’s a pretty rogue like this trade for on terra firma these days?” The captain punctuated his query with a hot swipe of his tongue along the side of Cosette’s face. She liquidated and swooned in his grasp. The party stared in flat-eyed disbelief.

Luthandriel whispered, “Nasty.” 

Then the halfling, the paladin, and the dragonguy thing went into a huddle. 

As they conferred, the captain rumbled in her ear, “Love the corset.” Cosette frowned. “I messed up the–the spying.” He laughed and rubbed his–no she wasn’t gonna say that part!!!!!!!–himself against her. “Little one, that’s half the fun.” 

The huddle ended and Dumas stepped forward. He had an unconcerned expression on his face, like, he was actually pretending to clean his fingernails!!! 

“What use have we for such a silly rogue? She brings us nothing but misery and ill-fortune. Take her. Have your way with her. All we ask is safe passage from your quarters and use of a lifeboat.”

Cosette gasped. “You…you little WORMS!!!” She stamped her foot! What the FUCK! She’d barely even gotten to DO ANYTHING! 

The captain threw his head back and laughed, drawing Cosette ever closer against him. Her nipples were basically entirely exposed at this point, like there was some force outside her control drawing them out as if with a magnet. “I have her already within my power, halfling! You presume you have leverage? You’re lucky I don’t slit her throat where she stands.” Which, like–no. But also, like—hmmm! 

Dumas sighed. “I thought you might say that. To sweeten the deal, we’ll throw in this.” He reached into the pocket where he’d stashed the stolen hourglass except now it looked like a freaking enormous diamond which twinkled and shone just like that one in The Rescuers! Cosette gasped. There was a pause. She could feel the captain settle and consider as he stared at the diamond. She wriggled a little against him, just once, just in case he like. Forgot his hostage!! Or something! 

The captain tilted his head which she knew because the plume from  his hat tickled her face. “That’s a fine stone, halfling. What’s to stop me from taking it from your cold fingers right now?”

Dumas tried to stand a little taller. “It’s four against one, Dreadnought.” Cosette felt a pink sweet thing uncurl in her chest at being included as one of the four. She should have known! Good old Dumas! The captain made a faux-thoughtful noise. “You’re right. Seems hardly fair.” And he snapped his fingers and three sky-pirates rushed into the room!

Foul and heartless they were, these pirates, with not one wink of compassion gleaming in their dull and greedy eyes. These were no mercenaries, who might be bargained with for a higher salary. These were bloodthirsty men, hardly men at all, expelled from the earth’s warm soil to the cold and bitter reaches of the heavens to better indulge their lawless appetites for treasure, ale, flesh, and murder! Their leader of sorts headed up the pack with a cutlass in his hand–in his horrible grin, the party could glimpse he had razors for teeth (ew!) which flashed with malice in the candlelight of the quarters. His companions each boasted pistols which they aimed at the party. 

The Beggar’s Mercy sort of jockeyed for position amongst themselves, and Cosette took advantage of the distraction to wrest herself free from the pirate captain’s grip! Yeah!!! She heard him grunt once in surprise and maybe something else, oh my GOSH ANYWAY she was free. Then she reached to her belt (oooh it was pale deerskin from a market in Neverwinter and studded with silver coins from her finest heists!) and withdrew Shiver by her ebony handle. She steadied her hand and remembered her extremely tragical backstory in the dew-drenched woods of Collum’s Close. Then she took aim and threw Shiver directly into the heart of the farthest pirate! It was a deadeye hit! Her best shot ever!!!! Luthandriel and Dumas cheered. The pirate made a noise like “AURGH!” (everybody always kind of sounded the same when they died…..) and slumped to the floor. Viscous black blood began to drain from his lifeless body. 

Dumas’s eyes went wide with glee. “Does that mean he’s–”

“He’s not undead,” the captain interrupted. Cosette could see his face now and it was VERY handsome :)  “For the last time. These are not fucking undead pirates. Black blood is just cool.” 

Dumas played a pissy little riff on his zither and pouted. “I think undead pirates are pretty cool too but what do I know….”

“She doesn’t have a bonus action,” My’thias said.

Everybody was like, um. 

“She used her whole–”

Dreadnought popped one fearsome eyebrow. My’thias went sort of pale around the edges of his scales and corrected herself.

“She used all her strength to escape from you. She can’t–it doesn’t seem NARRATIVELY PLAUSIBLE–” and here Captain Dreadnaught nodded like you may proceed, “That she could do both things at once.”

The dead pirate’s head lifted off the ground by a half-inch, with one eye cautiously open. The other two lackeys exchanged a look. 

Cosette knew who she was attacking the next chance she got. 

Sheepishly, Shiver withdrew herself from the chest of the pirate with a noise like schlorp, shook off the black blood like a wet dog, and floated back to Cosette’s hand. The rent flesh and shattered bone at the center of the no-longer-dead pirate’s chest knit themselves neatly back together and he scrambled to his feet. Cosette caught Dreadnought’s black and wild eyes and mouthed sorry. 

“Nothing to apologize for,” the emerald-colored bird squawked from the perch. 

“Happens all the time,” flapped an ancient open caster’s tome with dry pages.

“It’s called a learning curve!!!” Three pewter goblets with lids of horn chorused from the captain’s shelves. 

“ENOUGH OF THIS NONSENSE!” My’thias snarled. Smoke poured from his nostrils and tongues of flame flickered along the edge of his snout. “GIVE US THE CODEX OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!”

Dreadnought laughed. “You know, our galley’s amateur theatrical society is looking for someone to play Faithful Madeline in MY WANDR’ING TIEFLING’S HEART. If you’re auditioning.” 

“Oi’m playin’ Sweet William,” offered the pirate with razors for teeth. 

More smoke–dark and sulfurous–leaked into the room. “I GROW WEARY OF YOUR GAMES!” My’thias’s snarl grew to a full-throated roar. His scales began to glow white-gold. “I CAST–”

“Do not even THINK ABOUT IT–” Luthandriel shouted at the same time that Dumas groaned, “Are you fucking kidding me dude–!!” but all this was drowned out by My’thias’s screech of, “FIREBALL!!!!!”

In the split-second before the explosion, Cosette saw the faintest glimmer of a smirk pass over Dreadnought’s face. He made a complicated little sigil with his fingers. She braced for her own incineration, but instead there was an enormous shattering of glass and a feeling like whiplash as suddenly she was jerked towards the bay window at the end of the quarters, which was no longer a bay window at all but a massive, gaping hole in the ship’s side. There was a horrible roaring, whooshing noise, loud enough to deafen all other sounds. Then a terrible pounding in her ears as she desperately clung to a chair which luckily seemed to be bolted to the floor. The air was freezing and wild, yanking her without mercy towards the yawning chasm of clouds. She tried to breathe but could not–the air was sucked from her lungs by the change in pressure. Her yards of lilac hair were ripped from their extremely adorable braided buns festooned with ribbons and charms, and now whipped painfully behind her as she clung with a weakening grip to the armrest. She turned towards Dreadnought, silently pleading, her lips were turning blue–!! 

And suddenly she fell to the floor. It was still. It was warm. Strong hands, calloused hands, drew her up gently from the ground. “Steady there, little one,” Dreadnought murmured. “Take your time. Find your breath.” She looked up into his eyes and felt her heart shimmer. He had a scar running from his right eyelid to his Cupid’s bow. Oh wow. Like. Haha! WOW! He held her aloft as she breathed for a moment. 

Then she looked down. Her tits were completely out. 

The captain shrugged. “Call it my savior’s fee.” The beautiful bird had somehow found sanctuary too. It was perched on his shoulder. “SAVIOR’S FEE, SQUAWK!” it echoed. It did not sound very much like a bird at all, actually. 

WHATEVER. She looked over her shoulder and saw there was a thick veil of golden mist sealing her, the captain, and the rest of the ship from the charred ruin which was once his quarters. There was no sign of Dumas–he must have been instantly sucked into the sky. Poor dear Dumas! He never was very strong. Luthandriel was holding on with what little constitution he had left to another bolted-down chair, as My’thias twisted his claws into the splintering wood for grip. “THIS IS PUNITIVE!” he screamed, but it was muffled as if shouted through a thick sweater. “YOU ARE RAILROADING–”

A ballast beam ripped from the side of the ship and hit him in the face. 

“But Captain Dreadnought, what of all your fine treasures?” Cosette trembled as the beast advanced hungrily upon her.

“IF YOU SAY SHE’S ALL THE TREASURE YOU NEED I’LL–”

BONK. Another beam.  

“You heard the dragonguy thing,” Dreadnought pushed a lavender curl behind one of her lovely, slender, pointed ears which had two diamond earrings and a couple really sweet silver hoops pierced through it too! “The time has come for me to claim my bounty.” When he kissed her he tasted like caramel rum. (This part was private too but when he pressed her body to his her nipples rubbed against the rough flax of his unlaced shirt and it was like ooooooh it was so NICE!!!!!) 

Just before My’thias lost his hold entirely and vanished into the void, Captain Dreadnought broke away from Cosette’s warm and tender (aw!) embrace. “By the way, lads,” he mentioned. “The bird was the codex.”

“AWK! I contain the key to all mythologies!” the bird said. “Ok, that’s pretty cool–” Luthandriel tried to add but was lost to the sky. “I HATE STEAMPUNK, I HATE IT SO MUCH!!!” My’thias screamed, but then he was lost to the sky too.

“Now, little one,” the captain whispered in Cosette’s ear. “Have you ever heard of an acrobatics check?”

“Oh my GOD–I mean TYR–” Cosette tried to roll her eyes but then he was kissing her once again so she had to check if she got a bonus on splits or anything like that. 

It turns out she did and everybody except them got mad about it!!!

#edward “eddie” munson #christine “chrissy” cunningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer #i am very good at dungeons and dragons actually and know exactly how to play it with no mistakes and a high score #your honor i'm stupid but extremely cute

[total-serene560]

Out of Context WIPs Poll

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[pearlypairings]

welcome to my page :)

I am Pearly_Pairings on AO3—typically I write fic for Stranger Things with the occasional dive into Twin Peaks for shits and gigs! I adore reading/writing tropes like opposites attract, tooth-rotting fluff, and tons of comfort. I've compiled most of of my fics, drabbles, and moodboards here :)

Stranger Things- Eddie x Chrissy

✨so much (for) stardust stardust-inspired || mild angst to fluffy ending || 5.5k one-shot 💐 In the Shade of Aurelias  chrissy-centric || fantasy/nobility au || WIP 9/? || updated 2/2/24 ⚰️ all good dates at the cemetery chrissy POV || heavy angst, happy ending || inspired by that smallville cemetery scene || 3k one-shot 🍃 not a sound, but the wind  hurt/comfort || no vecna/upside down au || completed- 19k wc 🎨 painting (a masterpiece):  established relationship || fluff/comfort; first apartment || 4k one-shot 📜 Dear Donna,  chrissy POV || penpal letter format || canon divergent/fix-it|| completed- 8.5k wc 🧮 Meet Me at Our Spot  library meet-cute || no vecna-upside down, fast-burn || 10k one-shot 🌧️Open the Sky and Let Her Come Down  sleepover/crush confessional || pining, friends to lovers || completed- 10k wc 🤘 Do or Die  S4 fix-it || slow-burn, hurt/comfort || completed- 61k wc 

Stranger Things- Jonathan x Chrissy

📸 there is a light that never goes out  jonathan-centric || no upside-down au, slow burn || completed- 51k wc

photocheer moodboards and blurbs:)

Stranger Things- Steve x Chrissy

🍸 The Coast is Clear - inspired by this post country club shenanigans || friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluffy first kiss || 5.5k one-shot

Stranger Things Series 🧮

Letters from Max Mayfield : collection of letters written by Max to her family & the Party based on canon S4 hellcheer word prompt series: drabbles and ficlets in response to monthly word/phrase prompts, like party crashing, tattoo, sewing

☕Coffee and Contemplation ST x Twin Peaks || Agent Cooper POV || supernatural mystery || on hiatus; last updated 2.5.23 🔥🔥 Twin Flames Divided laura & audrey || canon compliant, complicated friendship, angst || 2.5k one-shot

Masterlist of 2024 Birthday Prompts tumblr event

various ST pairings: hellcheer, photocheer, clarkelley, stali, platonic stobin

12 days of birthday-themed prompts

drabbles, ficlets, and fics depending on the prompt :)

*will be updated as more is added!*

#stranger things #twin peaks #hellcheer #photocheer #cheerscoops #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #jonathan byers #steve harrington #masterlist #pearlypairings #fic list #updates as we go:)

[erythromanc3r]

Three of Spades/One Shot for the ask game <3

What’s your favorite one-chapter fanfiction on AO3?

This is nearly impossible to answer because I have several Favorite One Shots but I’m gonna TRY. For YOU!

Let me just say, the first time I read Cooking up Something Sweet by @justhere4thevibez I was having an AWFUL day and it uplifted my mood completely, and I can’t wait to revisit it in the future.

#answered #pearlypairings #thank youuu 💞

[staceymcgillicuddy]

🤡 For the emoji ask if you'd like:)

Thank you!

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

From Trudge on Home to Celebrate.

He drops a hand to her thigh, then frowns, making a face. “Wait, are you wearing tights?”  “Um, yes? Are you just noticing that?”  He shrugs, and his fingers pluck at the taupe, fleece-lined fabric. “I guess? I thought your legs just looked, like, really good today.”  “Are you implying they look less good when I’m not wearing tights?”  Eddie opens his mouth. Closes it. Shakes his head and does that thing where he tries to hide behind his hair. “You’re so pretty, Chris. Can I eat you out?” 

It just makes me laugh! She finds him endlessly amusing, he's backing himself into a corner, and they like each other so much. Also, his absolute befuddlement at the layers of clothing she has on was a big inspiration for that fic in general.

Thank you, again!

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[outlandishwhalesharks]

What's been the most original AU for our chrissy x eddie you've read so far? You can include your own fics too 😜

Ooh thanks for the ask. Idk about original just because thats a relative term especially in fic lol. And there definitly are not enough totally out there aus imo but my favorites are:

heelturns and headlocks by @amandaashplease wrestling isnt my thing but this is so cute and fun!!

Video Killed the Radio Star by @this-iz-music This is very different and interesting. It involves Eddie knowing hes in a tv show, its weird and i enjoy it! Lol

The Great Midwest Bake Off by @ironicveghead This is so much frickin fun and love the idiots in love but their just friends dynamic going on plus all the reactions from everyone else.

Taste of You by @itsvickytoria is a really unique soulmates fic, soulmates share sense of taste. plus it was made especially for me so its awesome!!

I also feel like Dear Donna deserves a shout out because it has such a different story telling device with the pen pal letters!! And i love it :)

As far as my own go i havent done anything too original/different but i am gonna go ahead and mention my role reversal fic a case of partial extreme just cuz I havent seen genderbent jason done before and I LOVED writing Janine Carver!

Also I am currently writing one loosely based off the show Dark Matter which im really excited about and will hopefully have chapter one out soon (ish). And I havent seen any heelcheer in space fics yet so...

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[vinmauro]

chrissy x steve thoughts?

i love cheerscoops!! god they’re just sooooooo cute. i like that they come from homes that look so great on the outside but clearly not on the inside. just from little canon clues. they could really find comfort in that, a level of intimacy not shared with past partners. there’s obviously a lot of personal headcanoning happening between all cheerscoops shippers and i find that to be fun!!

i just think they have that potential to get along. they might have run in similar circles because jocks! but steve also had his lil group so it sets up this sort of thing where they both know OF each other but they don’t really know. so you can do sooo much slowburn with them it’s beautiful. love slowburn. idk they’re like play-doh and the ideas are endless!!

i just think they’re cute and they both deserve something good in their lives.

send me a stranger things ship and i’ll ramble abt them

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