#90s hellcheer

[hellcheer-heaven]

90s Hellcheer Headcanon: Chrissy has been taking up yoga and it’s been doing wonders for her mind, body, and soul. Eddie is happy for her, he’s happy to watch her stretch because he’s a filthy horn dog he’s thought about trying it out too. However, he soon realizes that he’s not flexible in the slightest.

#hellcheer #eddissy #munningham #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #90s Hellcheer #headcanon #hellcheer headcanons

[bionic-jaden]

I don't know who they are but this image just screams 90s Hellcheer

#stranger things #Hellcheer #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #eddissy #personal #I'm living for 90s AU Hellcheer content and fics so if y'all have any recommendations throw them my way thank you <3

[hbyrde36]

No Vacancy

When Eddie Munson arrives at the Buckingham Beach Motel to spend the summer with his BFF Chrissy and her business partner Robin, the last person he expects to see waiting in the lobby is former king of Hawkins High and asshole extraordinaire, Steve fucking Harrington.

ao3

CW: Smut! light now, more in later chapters

Chapter 1: Checking In

Eddie grinned as he pulled his trusty van, the very same rust-bucket he’d been driving since high school that he liked to refer to as Van Halen, if only to elicit the groans of both friends and strangers, into the small parking lot beside the Buckingham beach motel. He hadn’t been on vacation for, well, okay, he’d never been on a true vacation before, and sure, he was going to be working a part time job while he was visiting his best friend in this seaside paradise, but it was still the closest thing to a holiday he’d ever had. Needless to say, he was hell bent on thoroughly enjoying himself. Sun, sand, and shirtless men in speedos? Sign him up!

He hopped out of the car, relieved to finally stretch his legs after the long drive, and threw open the back doors. He stared down at the collection of boxes, duffel bags, and one large black trunk, that made up the entirety of his worldly possessions, and sighed. 

The day after he finally graduated from Hawkins High, back in 1986, Eddie had cut and run and never looked back. He’d been living as a sort of nomad ever since, never feeling comfortable enough to stay in one town or city for too long. He was usually able to find work as a bartender or bouncer to fund his stay at whatever hostel or efficiency he could find, and when all else failed he slept in his van. It wasn’t all bad, he’d seen a lot of cool places and met a lot of interesting people, but lately he’d been missing the stability of a home, of putting down roots. He craved the support and community that could be found with friendships that lasted longer than a few months. He still visited Hawkins on occasion, a necessary evil to be endured only so he could spend time with his beloved uncle, but that place would never be home for him again.

He grabbed the two largest bags that held the majority of his clothes, and the backpack that held the rest of his essentials and headed towards the lobby. He could come back out for the rest later.

The first thing Eddie noticed when he walked in the door was the spectacular pair of legs and delicious ass in too-short shorts that belonged to a man who was leaning over the counter talking to Robin. Unfortunately, the second thing he noticed was that same man’s oddly familiar swoop of chestnut brown hair. Eddie’s stomach dropped. What in the world was Steve fucking Harrington doing here?

“You made it!” Chrissy squealed as she came barreling out of the office door, having spotted him through the window.

Eddie knew what was coming, but he was a little slow on the uptake in his current shocked state, and only just managed to drop his bags in time to catch the former cheerleader as she launched herself at him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He held her tight, letting go of all thoughts about former jocks and high school rivalries for a moment, and just enjoyed the fact that he was here with his best girl, finally seeing her in person after six long months apart. He inhaled deeply, appreciating the familiar scent of Ex'cla-ma'tion. He used to hate her perfume, but it’s amazing what you start to miss when you're separated from your loved ones for so long. 

“Missed you.” Eddie whispered into her hair before finally letting her down.

She giggled as he swung her to the floor, and then proceeded to punch him in the arm as hard as she could, which was pretty fucking hard for such a tiny little thing.

“Hey! What was that for?” Eddie sputtered.

“For waiting so long to come visit this time! I missed you too, jerk.”

He rubbed at the spot where she’d hit him. It didn’t actually hurt all that much, but he liked to play along. “Jeez, Chris. Funny way of showing it.” 

“You love it.”

“Keep it in your pants, lady, you’re not my type.” Eddie teased.

“Freak!”

“Priss!”

The two of them dissolved into hysterics, falling into another hug just to keep eachother upright. 

When they both finally calmed down enough to behave normally again, Chrissy’s expression turned serious. She spoke low. “So, as I'm sure you noticed, we have another hometown guest joining us.”

“Yeah, what's he doing here anyway?”

“He’s visiting Robin for the summer.” Chrissy said it as if it should have been obvious.

It wasn’t.

“...Why?”

Chrissy rolled her eyes. “He’s her best friend! I’ve told you this a million times, how do you always forget?”

She was right, he did always forget that when Robin talked about her friend Steve, that it was Harrington she was talking about. It was such an odd pairing that Eddie just sort of blocked it out. He couldn’t reconcile the Steve from Robin’s stories with the guy he remembered from Hawkins. 

“Right, fine, sorry. What about him?”

“Well, you know this is our first season, and the booking system is so new and confusing. We… might have accidentally overbooked, but it's okay! Because the three of us were talking about it, and since the one room we do have left is a double queen we thought.. ”

Eddie interrupted, grabbing her by the hand and tugging her roughly across the lobby as far from the other two people as he could.

“Are you crazy? You want me to be roommates with King Steve?!” Eddie hissed. “Have you completely forgotten what a giant asshole the guy is?!”

“We’re not in high school anymore, Eds. He’s always been nice to me, and if what Robin tells me is true, then Steve isn’t like that anymore. Maybe he never was.”

Eddie's jaw tightened. “Right.”

“Look at me! I changed, and we became friends. Why couldn’t Steve be a good guy underneath it all too?”

“That’s different, you were always a good person, you just ran with a bad crowd for a while, not to mention the boyfriend we do not speak of.”

“Exactly! So isn't it possible Steve is the same?”

“No!”

“I’m serious! Think about it, do you remember him ever doing or saying anything shitty to you directly? Or was he just there in the background while his friends did?”

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest. “Assholery by proxy is still assholery.”

“I don’t think that’s a word.”

“Come on Chris!” Eddie whined. Had they been alone he might have even stomped his feet. “Don’t make me do this. Can’t I share with you?”

“You know I live with Robin.”

“Okay, and? It’s only for the Summer. She can stay with Steve, since they are apparently best friends, and I can stay with you! It’s a perfect solution.”

Chrissy shook her head. “Our room is a single and I love the shit out of you, but I draw the line at sharing a bed.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait, does that mean you finally got your act together and told her how you feel?”

Chrissy turned bright red and threw her hand over his mouth. “Oh my god. SHUT. UP. Of course I haven't told her!!” She whisper-shouted.

Eddie scrunched his face and tried to talk, but Chrissy refused to move her hand. So, naturally, he licked it. 

“Gross!” Chrissy yanked her hand back with a look of disgust.

“Jeez, I know it’s not the tongue you were hoping for, but it wasn’t that bad!” Eddie said, cackling.

Chrissy whirled around, probably worried that Robin had overheard them, but Eddie was a good friend. As much as he liked to mess with her, he’d been keeping a close eye on the other side of the room, and Steve and Robin were too engrossed in their own whisper-shouting match to pay them any attention. 

Eddie leaned forward, speaking close to her ear. “Are you telling me that you and Robin run this place together all day, and share a bed every night, and you still don’t think she likes you back?” 

“It’s not like that!” Chrissy insisted. “We make more money from the doubles. Financially it made more sense for us to live in one of the singles. We’re just…two really good friends having a never ending sleepover.”

Eddie wasn’t convinced and honestly it didn’t sound like she was either, but he’d drop it for now. “Whatever you say.”

“So, what do you think about sharing with Steve?” 

Eddie groaned. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! I’m sure you two will get along fine. Who knows, maybe you’ll discover you have some things in common.” She sounded so optimistic, it was her one flaw.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yes, I'm sure we’ll come out of this as the best of friends.” 

“That’s the spirit!” Chrissy cheered.

“I was being sarcastic!!” Eddie hissed.

Apparently Steve had also agreed to this outrageous living arrangement, reluctantly Eddie guessed, though he did an excellent job at hiding how unhappy he must be about it. The guy was all smiles. It made Eddie want to punch him in the face.  

Eddie, on the other hand, would not be making any effort to hide his true feelings. Partly because he didn’t care, but mostly because he’d never been any good at it. For better or worse Eddie lived his life as something of an open book. From the time he was a small child he was told by friends, family, and teachers that they could practically read every thought as it crossed his face.

Chrissy had to leave for a meeting with the bank, nothing bad she assured him, they were just looking into an additional small loan to make more improvements on the place, but that left Robin to show him and Steve to their room. 

Eddie liked Robin well enough, but he’d only ever hung out with her and Chrissy. He worried that she might act differently or something with Steve around. It became clear, however, when he heard her call the guy dingus for the 3rd time during their 5 minute journey, that his worry was unfounded. Robin was Robin, and she changed for no one. He appreciated that, and kept his guard up, ready to defend her if need be. He expected Steve to finally have enough and lash out, to be the mean girl he remembered from years ago, but it never happened. 

Man, this guy was good. 

The Buckingham was the kind of motel where all the doors opened to the outside. Some towards the front street, giving a beautiful view of the ocean, others opened up to the pool area in the backyard. Eddie wasn’t sure if it was a perk of being friends with the owner, or a consolation for the mix up, but he and Steve were given a room on the second floor, ocean side. There was even a cute little wooden bench next to their door, "In case you two ever want to sit out and watch the sunrise,” or so said Robin. 

Eddie hadn’t woken before 10am voluntarily since he graduated and he didn’t think the lure of a few pretty colors in the sky was going to end that streak, but he politely kept that thought to himself.

“That’s a nice thought, Robs, though I think I'll get to see plenty of sunrises at work too” Steve chuckled.

Robin shuddered. “You’re a better man than me.” She said. 

“What does that mean?” Eddie asked, unable to quell his curiosity.

“I’m working as a lifeguard on the beach, so I'll be up at the crack of dawn nearly every day anyway.”

Eddie grimaced. Jesus Christ, a prick and an early riser. Lovely. 

“Don’t worry.” Steve added quickly. “I'll be careful not to wake you up. I know how to be stealthy, like a ninja.”

It was the dorkiest way he could have said it, and Eddie almost cracked a smile, but he held firm in his grumpiness by the skin of his teeth. “You’d better.”

Steve performed a little cross-your-heart gesture. “Seriously, my roommate in college was a really light sleeper, so I have a lot of practice being quiet.”

Eddie’s lip nearly betrayed him, twitching upwards like a traitor. Luckily, Robin drew Steve’s attention away, allowing him a moment to regain control.

“Oh, I’ll just bet you do.” Robin teased.

Steve’s cheeks flushed, but he ignored her and turned back to Eddie. “What about you? Are you getting a job, or just hanging out?”

“Hate to break it to you, Harrington, but I got a part time gig bartending at a place a few blocks over. The guy even said he’d let me play sometimes when the regular live acts are on break. Looks like we’ll be living on opposite schedules. We may never see each other awake.” The last part was said almost gleefully. 

Steve’s smile wavered for a second, but quickly returned to its full power. “Well, lucky for you I’m a very heavy sleeper, so you don't have to worry about waking me up when you come home. Even if you did, I usually have no trouble going back to sleep, so it’s not a big deal.”

Eddie grit his teeth. He was annoyed. What did he have to do to get a rise out of this guy, huh? To get a peek behind the mask? And who did he think he was, saying ‘lucky for you’? The only person it was lucky for was Steve, because he would be damned if he’d be tip-toeing around his own place.

Robin handed them each a key to the room and left them to it, once she confirmed that both keys worked and that they didn’t have any questions.

The room was small.

Two queen beds made up the majority of the space, with a single nightstand wedged between them. A T.V. sat on top of a small dresser with six drawers. There was a tiny closet, and an efficiency kitchen consisting of a small sink, mini-fridge, microwave, two burner cooktop, and a little table with two chairs. 

Eddie dropped his bags in the middle of the floor. As much as he would have liked to just keep ignoring Steve, the space was tight enough that they would have to dance around each other the whole time they were unpacking. They also needed to figure out how they were going to split everything.

“Alright, how do you want to do this?” 

The only thing Steve expressed a preference for was taking the bed closest to the door, which sounded like some alpha male bullshit to Eddie, honestly. As if Steve needed to be the first line of defense if someone were to break in while they were sleeping. The idea was ridiculous and definitely not at all sexy.

Eddie wanted the bed by the window anyway, so it was fine.

Once that was negotiated, they began to put their things away. It was all too easy, Steve kept deferring to him, even offering to give up one of his drawers when he realized how much stuff Eddie had. It was infuriating, borderline suspicious. What did he expect to get out of all this politeness and generosity? There was no one here to impress!

Eddie curtly refused the offer, which Steve only shrugged at, saying there would be plenty of extra closet space anyway, as he only had a few dress shirts to hang up. Eddie gave up then, leaving about half of his band tees in one of the bags and kicked it under the bed before throwing himself on top of it. He watched through barely open eyelids as Steve pulled his extensive collection of very tiny swim trunks out of his bag, and contemplated the injustices of the world.

He laid there quietly brooding as Steve found a home for every single item he’d managed to squeeze into the small suitcase. It was frankly impressive, not that Eddie would ever tell him that. 

Finally, Steve picked up a rather large toiletry bag and wandered away. Eddie followed. This was something he had to see, the guy hadn’t been called ‘The Hair’ for nothing. 

He stood in the doorway and watched through the mirror as Steve hummed softly to himself, arranging his plethora of hair and skin care products in their small bathroom, being ever so careful to only take up half of the counter space.

For some reason, that was the final straw.

“What’s your deal?” Eddie snapped. It was more of an accusation than a question, and he prayed Steve would rise to the bait. 

Of course he didn’t, remaining frustratingly calm and collected as he asked in return, “What do you mean?”

Eddie growled. “I just don’t appreciate the nice act, okay, King Steve? I’d rather you be real, and be a dick, than this fake polite bullshit.”

For half a second Steve looked almost sad, like Eddie had hurt his feelings, but it was gone so quickly that he assumed he imagined it. 

Steve smiled and shook his head, finally looking up to make eye contact with Eddie’s reflection.  “I don’t know what to tell you, man. What you see is pretty much what you get. King Steve? Now that shit was an act.”

Fine, if Steve wanted to pretend he was a good guy now, Eddie would just have to see how far he could push him. Sure his BFF was an out and proud lesbian, but how would he react knowing that the guy he was going to share a room with for the next 12 weeks was gay?

“Y’know, we should probably work out a system for when we want to bring dates home. I remember your reputation for getting around with the ladies, and I know I'm hoping to bring more than a few guys back for a nightcap after the bar closes, if you catch my drift. So, what do you think?” Eddie had started out his little speech feeling brave and a bit cocky, but by the end of it there was sweat pooling on his upper lip, and he was thinking maybe this wasn’t the best way to come out to a former jock who could probably snap him in two with half a thought.

It elicited exactly zero reaction. Steve didn’t miss a beat, didn’t even bat an eye before he asked, “What, like, putting a tie on the door or something?”

Eddie wanted to scream. 

“I’m sure we can do better than that.” He huffed, looking erratically around the rest of their room until he spotted the set of hang tags sitting on the table in the kitchen area. 

Eddie beamed.Most hotels just had the standard ‘please service’ or ‘do not disturb’ messages on their tags, but of course the girls would try and get creative with it.

“Here, these’ll work.” Eddie said, barely managing to hold back a laugh as he held the first one up for Harrington to look at.

Steve read aloud. “Out to sea. Cute.”

“Right, so we can use this one when the coast is clear, and this one when one of us has a guest.” Eddie’s eyes sparkled as he raised the other sign. 

“My boat is docked. Do not disturb.” Steve said, cheeks turning pink as he read.

“See?! It’s perfect.” Eddie beamed.

As it turned out, Eddie was right. He and Steve had been cohabitating for 4 days already and he hadn’t seen the guy awake since they went to bed that first night after a meal of chinese takeout and a bad movie. 

Steve was already asleep when Eddie got back from the bar at 2am each night, and he was long gone by the time Eddie rolled out of bed in the morning. Though, in his continued campaign to act like a good person, Steve had made a habit of leaving half a pot of coffee on the warmer for him. Eddie thought about dumping it out of spite, but it was…nice. 

It brought back memories of Wayne doing the same, leaving coffee and often food out on the kitchen table for him to easily grab on his way out the door, because his uncle knew he wouldn’t have anything otherwise. It was comforting, and though he knew Steve didn’t really mean it that way, it made Eddie feel taken care of. He’d take that feeling where he could get it for now, even if it came from someone he couldn’t stand.

Work was busy that night. It was his first Saturday night behind the bar, and the place was absolutely heaving with sweaty bodies grinding themselves together to the tune of whatever shitty top 40’s cover the band played. Anytime he had a moment to breathe he found himself scanning the crowd. Chrissy had assured him that their part of town was queer friendly, though there was no actual gay bar to speak of, but he had yet to notice a single guy that set his radar off, until now.

He was tall, blonde, insanely tanned, and sure, Eddie usually preferred brunettes, but when the pickings were slim, beggars couldn’t be choosers. He was cute enough, and he was looking at Eddie like he wanted to eat him alive. 

Perfect.

Eddie knew he looked good. He’d put a little more thought into getting ready than he had on previous days, knowing that the weekend crowd would give him a better chance. His black jeans were skin tight, and the boss had let him cut his white uniform t-shirt into a crop top, showing off a strip of pale skin and trim waist anytime he raised his arms. To top it all off, he’d worn his hair up today with just a few tendrils falling around his face. Honestly, that had been mostly to ward off the heat, but he also knew it was one of his best looks.  He met the nameless man’s gaze from across the room and held it firm as he dried a pint glass, raising his eyebrow in question.

The man smiled glancing at his friends, who were far too busy chatting up a group of barely legal young girls to pay him any mind, before sauntering up to lean across the bar. 

“What time do you get off, gorgeous?”

Eddie smirked. “Meet me by the side door in an hour.”

The streets were quiet as Eddie and his new friend walked the few blocks from the bar to the motel. A fact they took full advantage of, stopping to shove their tongues down each other's throats at regular intervals along the way. 

So caught up in finally getting a little action, it wasn’t until Eddie was leading the way up the stairs to their floor that he remembered Steve. It was late, guaranteeing that he would already be in bed fast asleep. Somehow, Eddie hadn’t considered this little problem when they’d worked out the whole do-not-disturb sign system. Oh well, he’d just have to wake Steve up and tell him to get out for a while. 

He told his date to wait outside while he got rid of his roommate and slipped inside the dark room. He looked down at Steve’s sleeping form and almost changed his mind. It didn’t feel right to kick him out of his own bed just so he could get off, but then Eddie remembered the way Tommy Hagan, Steve’s second in command, used to spit the word queer in his face as he shoved him into the lockers, and he found all the motivation he needed. 

“Hey, Harrington?” Eddie murmured as he shook Steve's shoulder.

Steve stirred, waking slowly and frowning up at Eddie with heavy eyelids.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” His voice was thick with sleep but also with worry.

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. Oh.

He hesitated to answer for a moment, but quickly shook himself out of it. 

Don’t start feeling bad about this now, Munson, get your shit together. 

“Nothing, I, um, just need the room for a bit?”

Real smooth.

Steve frowned harder. “What? I don’t…”

Eddie saw the moment it clicked.

“Oh. Ok, I'll just take a blanket down to one of the pool loungers.”

“Great. I’ll let you know when.. he’s gone.” Eddie said, opening the door and moving aside to let Steve pass. 

He had expected to feel a sense of satisfaction for managing a hook up before Steve did, but as Eddie watched him shuffle off wrapped up in a blanket after giving the blonde an awkward nod, he just kinda felt like a jerk.

Bar guy hurried inside and shut the door behind him, kissing Eddie hard and crowding him into the wall before dropping to his knees right there. He made quick work of the fly on Eddie’s jeans and had them pulled down around his thighs in a matter of seconds. Eddie moaned as his length was engulfed by the warm wetness of an eager mouth, and all thoughts of feeling bad about Steve drifted away under the attention of a stranger's talented tongue. Eddie came quickly and eagerly returned the favor. After a quick cleanup and no cuddling, blondie was gone, and Eddie went down to the pool to wake Steve. 

Chapter 2

Tagging a few folks who I think were interested, just let me know if you want to be removed. If you'd like to be added to the tag list, i'd be more than happy to do so!

@penny00dreadful @every-aj-needs-an-angel @manda-panda-monium @hellion-child @dreamwatch @brbsoulnomming

#steddie fanfic #no upside down au #steddie #buckingham #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #stranger things #no vacancy #it was the 90s #double idiots to lovers #platonic hellcheer #platonic stobin

[bettsfic]

nothing makes me feel more ancient than when i’m reading canon stranger things fic and there are references to products and fashions from the late 90s-early 00s like young people think 1986 and 1999 are close enough to each other to be aesthetically identical. like yeah, sure, chrissy wears stretchy chokers and 99 cent bin pastel glitter lip gloss in 1986, a year when people dressed like this:

and this:

and this:

anyway no hate, it’s fanfic and you can write a matrix-esque popped collar metallic silver trench coat into anything you want, but we old people were there, gandalf, and we know chrissy couldn’t have written a love note to eddie with a pink sparkly gel pen because those didn’t even exist in the US until 1997

#i know i'm guilty of this too #because i'm a product of the 90s #and that's where my nostalgia remains #but these lowkey anachronisms just make me abundantly aware of my age and mortality #hellcheer

[jessfandrawer]

Premise: The year is 1996. Chrissy and Eddie go to see Riverdance live.

I've scratched my itch to draw them.

#my art #fanart #hellcheer #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #munningham #90s au #sort of? #they both lived to see the 90s is what I'm saying #riverdance #I was and still am obsessed with Riverdance

[hellcheerficdatabase]

Valentine’s Day 1990

Author: a_strange_inkling

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 2/2

Description:

“Happy Valentine's Day.” He murmurs softly when he pulls away to breath, tracing his nose along hers. She beams happily, lifting her chin and chasing after his lips, wanting more of him. All of him. It’s never enough. She strokes his jaw as she keeps kissing him sweetly in fluttery gratitude. “Was that my surprise?” She ponders out loud, fingers in his hair as she lays back against the pillow just to gaze up at him in wonder.

“Oh no,” he replies with a breathy laugh. “That was purely selfish.”

Tags: alternate universe- canon divergence, alternate universe- everyone lives and nobody dies, post-vecna, 90s au, established relationship, smut, fluff, alternating POV, two-shot, status: completed

#alternate universe- canon divergence #alternate universe- everyone lives and nobody dies #post-vecna #90s au #established relationship #smut #fluff #alternating POV #two-shot #status: completed #eddie munson #eddissy #eddie and chrissy #eddie x chrissy #chrissy deserved better #eddsy #munningham #chreddie #hellcheer #stranger things #chrissy cunningham

[a-strange-inkling]

Hello! I'm so deep into the OH universe, thank you for creating such a beautiful vivid world. Do you have pictures of what you think Chrissy's cute 90s mom style/fashion would be like?

Do I have any pictu—!!!???? Only her own Pinterest board of outfits! I have been waiting for someone to ask this!! Okay, so, *presses remote to power point presentation* This pic of Grace is how I picture her around the time of Old Haunts, except she still has her bangs, they’re just a little more off to the side.

This precious mama is the cutest 90s mom to ever grace the planet! She still loves her florals and pastels, but Eddie’s rubbed off on her a little bit so there’s a lot of flannel and denim in there too.

This is her typical everyday around the house looks for her mom attire!!

If we would like formal and work clothes let me know! I’m obsessed!

#you all know she’d connect with princess di #chrissy cunningham core #90s mom #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #old haunts #hellcheer fanfic #hellcheer fanfiction #anon ask

[la-kuntessa]

Hellcheer Headcannons

I've had these HCs for a while but couldn't make the story, like, HAPPEN. So I'm posting them here.

#hellcheer #hellcheer au #chrissy deserved better #chrissy and eddie #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #chrissy cunningham #edissy #NYC in the 90's

[all-or-nothing-baby]

are you fucking kidding me?! Joseph Quinn, Wonderland Magazine (autumn issue 2022)

#WOW WOW WOW #used to buy this rag erry month #until it became like 90 quid a pop lol #joseph quinn #joe quinn #wonderland magazine #shoots #eddie munson #stranger things #st cast #steddie #hellcheer #mungrove #harringroveson

[hellcheercaine]

1993

The year is 1993. Eddie and Chrissy are on a hammock together, admiring the sunset outside Eddie's mansion. The air is cooling and Chrissy falls asleep, with Eddie having his foot on the ground, rocking the hammock to keep Chrissy asleep as he touches her baby bump—awaiting the birth of their new child.

Life couldn't be much better for the Munsons, and Cunningham to say the least.

#stranger things #hellcheer #hellcheer au #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #90s au

[candiedbooks]

Rundown of what I have so far: Mismatched friend group, toxic but complex family (Afton family vibes), vampires, All American Town with Darkness trope, and a dash of Stranger Things, Scream, and IT vibes.

#new story #story help #writing community #writeblr #writeblogging #afton family #fnaf #stranger things #it stephen king #scream #chrissy x jason #hellcheer #harringrove #1980s #1990s #80s aesthetic #90s aesthetic

[deliriumsdelight7]

For OMTSMB Chrissy: are there any fantasies, kinks or anything you've wanted to try? And will you tell Eddie about them?👀

Well, I wouldn’t mind picking up some toys, if Eddie’s into it. I know some guys have hangups about that sort of thing, but I’m hoping he’s not that type. Anyway, if Eddie’s going to be my Dom - and maybe more? - then I’ll have to tell him what I want.

But what I’d really like to try is something I heard about when I was traveling. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it, but it’s called shibari. It’s… well, it’s bondage, but it’s artistic, too. There’s all sorts of intricate knots and patterns. If the person being tied is flexible enough, you can tie them into really beautiful positions.

I’ve been doing yoga for years. Before that, I did cheer, dance, and gymnastics. Trust me - I’m very flexible.

#tmi tuesday #ask answered #Hellcheer #one more time steal my breath fic #it’s not that I don’t think you know what shibari is #I just don’t know how popular it was stateside in the early 90s

[hangon-silvergirl]

the buzz by @hangon-silvergirl

a (completed!) multi-chapter hellcheer fanfic

Eddie spends his days herding nerds at a hobby shop and his nights keeping it weird for The Midnight Moshpit, his metal-themed radio show on 99.5 The Buzz. Two full-time jobs and a knack for making poor choices at 2a.m. (and just, you know, generally speaking) have him locked in a foggy cycle of sleep deprivation and Too Much Red Bull; it's really no surprise that Wrong Number C.C.'s texts, and Chrissy the Barista's smile, throw him for a loop.

Between his shitty (affectionate!) friends, social media virality, corporate shill coffee, the Best of the 90s, too much "Heaven in Your Eyes," mistaken identities, pretending to be suave, and an unhinged string of greeting cards, well... Falling ass over tea kettle is probably a total inevitability.

Probably.

tl;dr Eddie Munson unknowingly meets Chrissy Cunningham twice in one day (and doesn't stand a chance).

Happy 1 year completion date to the lamest, fluffiest, most manic, and entirely indulgent story I've ever written. (And finished!)

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Chapter 3: Out of Order

No Vacancy

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 AO3 link

WC: 5,054 | CW: Smut! light now, more in later chapters

*CHRISSY*

Chrissy was hiding in her small office behind the front desk, leaning back in her chair and staring at the stack of bills that threatened to overwhelm her. They just kept on pulling up no matter how hard she tried. No sooner would she pay off one invoice only to have two more pop up in its place.

The office door was cracked open so she could keep an eye on things. She was alone for the moment since Robin was busy outside playing in the dirt with Steve. Chrissy didn't mind, it wasn’t as if they were that busy in the mornings. Someone just needed to be around on the off chance that one of their few guests stopped in for some extra towels, or if by some miracle someone popped in needing a room.

She sighed.

If things didn’t pick up soon she wasn’t sure they would make it through the coming winter, when business would slow almost to a halt as the weather cooled and the beaches were abandoned.

Chrissy knew it was normal for a new business to struggle. She thought she’d budgeted well enough for their first year but the motel had needed far more repairs than she and Robin had anticipated. Not to mention the fact that they had dropped the ball a little on advertising. They had been too late in signing up for the community guide which led to them not being listed with the other hotels, motels, and b&b’s in town, and had only just gotten a tri-fold pamphlet printed and delivered to the welcome center on the way into town.

For what it was worth, Robin did have a cousin who was getting into computers and promised to build them a website. They agreed to let him do it, mostly because he wasn’t going to charge anything for his time, but the internet was new and Chrissy doubted anything would come of it. No one would be looking for vacation lodgings there.

Suddenly she heard the main lobby door open, wincing as it slammed loudly into the wall from being thrown open too hard. That would be Robin, she thought. They really needed to invest in some door stoppers.

Chrissy hastily grabbed the stack of mail that she’d been quietly scowling at for the past 45 minutes and shoved it all into her bottom drawer, just managing to get it closed again before Robin peeked her head in the doorway.

“How’s it going?” Robin asked.

Chrissy’s response died in her throat as she took in her business partner’s appearance with wide eyes.

She wore only a sports bra and running shorts and her face was flushed a lovely shade of pink. A side effect of either the heat or the hard work, Chrissy wasn’t sure, but she couldn't take her eyes off the beads of sweat that were gliding down Robin’s chest to disappear between her breasts.

“Chris?”

Oh, right. Robin had asked her a question. Shit.

“Fine, yup! All good here!” Chrissy giggled, the sound a little higher than usual. Her voice did that when she was nervous and these days she was always a little nervous around Robin, terrified that her friend would realize that she had fallen head over heels in love with her.

She cleared her throat and changed the subject, trying to regain some dignity. “So, what did Steve have to say?”

Robin chewed on her bottom lip, shaking her head. “It wasn’t him. That assho…I mean, your bff brought a hook-up back to their room.”

“He didn’t!” Chrissy gasped.

“Oh yes he did.” Robin said, eyes filled with murderous intent.

Now Chrissy was nervous for a whole different reason. She knew how much Robin loved Steve and how protective she could be of him. Why did Eddie have to be so predictably stupid! 

“Please don’t kill him.” Chrissy begged. “I’m sorry, he can be such an idiot sometimes.”

“He’s safe for now, but he’s on thin ice.”

“How did Steve take it?”

“He pretended like it was fine but you know how he can be. He thinks Eddie hates him. I did finally get him to admit his crush out loud though.”

Chrissy rolled her eyes. “As if it was a big secret.”

Robin didn’t smile at the joke the way Chrissy thought she would, and was quiet for a long minute before she spoke again. 

“Do you think we’re wrong about this?” Robin asked.

The thing was, Chrissy knew her best friend better than he knew himself sometimes. She knew that though he tried to present himself to the world as this hard, carefree, badass guy, deep down Eddie Munson was a very sensitive soul. She also knew that he was growing homesick in a way, and not for Hawkins or some other home exactly, but a connection, someone to call his own. He hadn’t said as much to her directly, but she could see it in his eyes and read it between the lines of his letters. He acted like love was the worst thing in the world, like he didn't need or want it, but she knew he did. Everyone does. 

And Eddie, poor, sweet, beautiful, infuriating knucklehead that he could be, deserved it more than most. He’d been there for her when she needed him most and God help her she would do this for him. This could work, she knew it, they just had to stick it out and hope Eddie got out of his own way. 

“No,” Chrissy answered, finally. “Eddie’s just in denial and too stubborn for his own good. He pretends to forget who Steve is one minute and then complains non-stop about him the next, yet can’t tell me a single thing Steve ever did directly to him except stare at him too hard. Which we now know is because of his massive crush and not because he wanted to beat him up.”

“Right, but does Eddie know that?”

“Point taken, but I just know if they spend a little time together they’ll both figure it out.”

Robin still looked skeptical. “Are you sure? Steve was trying to hide it but he was really upset. Maybe… we should tell them the truth.”

Chrissy’s heart started to race. “Absolutely not Robin, are you kidding?! Eddie would never talk to me again if he knew I set him up like this!”

Robin grimaced and Chrissy felt all the blood drain from her face. 

“What is it?” She was almost afraid to ask.

“I forgot about the no vacancy sign. Steve noticed and I panicked. Told him we were waiting for a maintenance guy to fix it.”

Okay, no need to freak out just yet.

“Did he believe you?” Chrissy asked.

“I think so, but honestly I’m kinda surprised they haven't caught on already since there's hardly ever anyone else around.”

“Because they’re both too distracted with each other to notice!” Chrissy insisted, beaming, even if she wasn’t feeling quite as confident as she was trying to sound. “See, our plan is working!”

“I hope you’re right.” Robin said, finally stepping fully into the room and plopping down in the only other chair. She smelled like coconut tanning oil and sunshine.

Chrissy swallowed thickly. “Did you send him to the laundromat on Broadway like we talked about?”

Robin nodded “Yup. When did Eddie leave?”

Chrissy checked her watch, glad for the excuse to look away and get herself under control. 

“About 25 minutes ago. He should be just going into the dryer when Steve gets there. They’ll be stuck together for at least 45 minutes.”

“Let’s just hope this works.” Robin said.

*EDDIE*

Eddie felt like he’d been set up. 

Sure, it had all worked out fine, even if it did turn out that he was slightly, SLIGHTLY, wrong about Steve Harrington. He’d heard the guy out and he had seemed genuine enough. 

But fuck, when Steve had walked into that laundromat so scantily clad, smeared with dirt, sweaty, and all that fucking chest hair peeking from under his shirt?

Eddie hadn’t stood a chance.

He could have resisted, probably, had the guy been even the slightest bit of a dick, but no, he had to be pitiful and sweet and charming and GOD. Steve said that Eddie made him nervous. What a fucking notion! 

So yeah, he’d folded like a card table.

In the days following their impromptu lunch hangout, Eddie found that life in the motel room was still fraught with tension, it was just a different kind of tension now. He was suddenly glad for their opposing schedules on a whole new level, because It turned out that the only thing worse than living with raging asshole Steve Harrington, was finding out that he was in fact not a raging asshole at all. He was sweet, kind, funny, and a little bit dorky, and so incredibly hot.

Okay, fine. He’d been hot before, Eddie could admit that to himself, but being attracted to someone based solely off looks was a completely different problem than admiring the way Steve chewed on his lower lip when he was nervous or the way he’d giggled anytime Eddie had tried to be even remotely funny. How could one afternoon have changed things so much?

Not good. This was NOT GOOD.

Eddie hadn’t had a crush on a straight guy in years. Honestly he hadn’t had a crush on anyone in years, but that was by design. He’d been witness to heartache before and been there to pick up the pieces for his closest friend more than once. He had no interest in ever going through something like that again, least of all for himself, and It seemed to him that the best way to keep from getting your heartbroken was to just not let your heart get involved in the first place. 

He needed a hookup and he needed it now, anything to clear his mind of these visions of Steve.

Steve spread out beneath him.

Steve kissing him goodbye as he left for work.

Steve shooting him soft smiles through the mirror as they brushed their teeth side by side in the morning…

Eddie could deal with the horny thoughts, that was normal, but this domestic bliss fantasy shit was more than he could handle. 

It was Saturday morning, a little over a week after the fateful day that Eddie had finally yielded and given Steve a chance to explain himself. 

He woke slowly, stretching like a cat as he rolled over and opened his eyes for the first time that day. The sight that greeted him took his breath away. 

Steve was sitting up in his own bed, a pair of wire rimmed glasses perched on his nose and a book resting in his hand. He didn’t seem to have noticed Eddie’s return to the land of the living. Too engrossed in what appeared to be a romance novel of all things to feel Eddie's eyes on him. 

He studied Steve openly while he had the chance, taking in the way his glasses (since when did Harrington wear glasses?!) complemented his face and made him look thoughtful and more mature than the teenage Steve he remembered. His hair still looked cute, even though it was messy and stuck up in all directions, as though he had been fighting enemies in his sleep. He rested on top of his covers, bed made and blanket tucked in tighter than even the housekeeper could manage, but still dressed in his pajamas and just generally looked comfy and snuggly. 

Snuggly?

Eddie coughed, choking on the thought and finally managed to get Steve's attention.

Steve smiled at him, wide and unguarded, eyes sparkling. 

Eddie’s stomach flipped and he forced a yawn, trying to hide whatever it was his face was doing in response. 

“Day off?” Eddie rasped, throat dry from sleep and absolutely nothing else.

“Yeah.” Steve answered softly. “Coffee?”

Eddie nodded dumbly and sat up, shivering a little as the cool air hit his suddenly exposed chest. He never slept with a shirt on. Truth be told, he usually slept naked, but he didn’t think Steve would appreciate that.

Steve abruptly turned towards their small kitchen asking, “How do you take it?”

“Oh,” Eddie hesitated, not expecting the follow up question. “Um, just fix it how you’d make it for yourself.”

A moment later Steve was back, handing a steaming mug over to Eddie where he still sat tucked in his bed.

No one had ever brought him coffee in bed before.

Which did not seem like something that should have made his cock twitch with interest, but it did. He sat up straighter and shuffled around, making sure the mound of blankets that had pooled in his lap were managing to hide his predicament. He was half hard just from being handed a cup of coffee. How pathetic. 

Steve began to talk, seemingly unaware of Eddie’s…situation. He clearly felt more comfortable now after their bonding session at the laundromat and as much as Eddie was struggling with his newfound attraction, he was glad. Steve looked so happy as he shared stories from his long days at the beach. Missing children found safely, having wandered off to make new friends with other vacationing kids. Seagulls swooping down to steal an entire sandwich right out of a man’s hand. Teenagers who thought they could sneak beer onto the beach in coolers without anyone noticing.  

He told Eddie about it all as he walked around the room getting ready for the day, even shouting through the open bathroom door while he fixed his hair at one point which was fucking adorable and definitely not helping.

Eddie didn’t even need to add much apart from a hum here or a single word answer there. Steve seemed to know somehow that he would need to carry the conversation until Eddie was more fully awake. Eddie was happy to let him do it, too. On top of being his normal not-a-morning-person self, he was kind of at a loss for words, Steve just kept surprising him. 

At some point though, Steve trailed off, looking at Eddie in that nervous way that he had before the laundromat. “Did you maybe want to get lunch today? With me I mean. My treat this time, only fair after last week." Steve asked, rambling.

Eddie was glad he was working and had a legitimate reason to say no. He didn’t want to be rude to the guy, not anymore. They were friendly now, if not exactly friends, but Eddie couldn’t survive another afternoon in the face of Steve Harrington's charms until he got this thing under control and out of his system.

“Sorry, man. I would but it’s Saturday, I have to be at the bar early. I think I'd have to sell my soul to get a Saturday night off. It’s alright though, I make some of my biggest tips on weekends.”

“Oh.”

Steve looked so disappointed that without thinking Eddie quickly added, “Next time though. I’m all yours.”

And immediately wished his bed would swallow him whole. 

Why did he have to say it like that?!

Steve, thankfully, did not seem to pick up on the flirtatious nature of the comment. He merely smiled and began pulling clothes out of his drawers. That was it for Eddie, the last straw. He jumped out of bed, leaving the remainder of his coffee on the nightstand to go cold as he hightailed it to the bathroom without another word. He needed a shower anyway and he definitely did not need to watch Steve get undressed.

Eddie turned on the spray and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water pour over him as he lightly banged his head into the wall over and over again. 

This was an absolute nightmare. 

To make matters worse, he’d always had a strong imagination but today it had a mind of its own, leaving him fully hard and aching within seconds. He was overwhelmed with daydreams of Steve sneaking into the bathroom and slipping into the shower behind him. His big hands reaching around to grasp firmly onto Eddie's dick, as his own hardness was pressed firmly against Eddie's ass. 

He moaned involuntarily and took himself in hand setting a brutal pace right from the start. He put his other hand over his mouth, terrified of what might come spilling out, of what Steve might be able to hear when he was just on the other side of the wall. 

Fortunately or unfortunately, the idea that Steve might hear him was apparently a major fucking turn on and he resorted to biting down on the heel of his hand to stop himself from shouting Steve’s name as he came in spurts, painting the wall of the shower with his release in record time. 

Before Eddie could even catch his breath there was a knock on the bathroom door. 

His heart hammered in his chest but he tried to sound as normal as possible when he called out, “Yeah?”

Steve spoke through the door. “Hey, sorry, I just wanted to let you know I was going to head out. Robin said something about painting a shed today, figured I would go help her since you're busy.”

Eddie rested his forehead against the cool tile and squeezed his eyes shut. Relieved that Steve hadn’t heard what he was up to, but not sure what he was supposed to say, and was he crazy or did Steve sound genuinely sad that Eddie had to work today?

A long beat of silence went by where Eddie assumed Steve must have left, but eventually his voice came again from the other side of the door. “I’ll uh, see you around?”

“Okay! See you around, Steve!” Eddie shouted back, feeling a little like an idiot, and a creep.

He waited until he heard the outer door slam closed to finally relax and begin the process of actually showering. He washed quickly, taking care to condition his hair a little longer than usual so he could work his best feature to full advantage later that night. He was even more sure now that he needed to fuck or be fucked by someone else, anyone else, a soon as possible, before this infatuation with Steve got out of hand. 

Eddie took his time getting dressed. He was, of course, going to the bar to work, so his outfit choices were admittedly limited, but his uniform of sorts had worked just fine for him before. He again pulled on his tightest black jeans and cropped work tee and even added a few extra rings to his hands to really draw attention to his deft fingers. He smoothed some product through his hair, and called it done, deciding to leave his curls down for the night since they were still damp.

Eddie was on the prowl, as much as he could be anyway when he was stuck behind the bar mixing drinks and pouring out beer after god-awful beer. He might have grown up in a trailer park, but even he knew that Bud Light was an atrocity. 

It was even busier than last Saturday which meant Eddie was being run ragged but it also meant that it didn’t take long for him to find a perfect willing target for his mission. 

He was a pretty young thing with bouncy chestnut hair and hazel eyes that kept catching Eddie’s own from across the room with a shy little smile. 

Eventually, pretty-boy made his way up the bar, ordering a round for himself and his group friends. He was shy at first, blushing and stumbling over his words as he attempted to rattle off his order, but opened up beautifully once Eddie started peppering him with compliments. 

Though the young man’s style was a little preppy for Eddie’s taste he still told him how good he looked in his shirt and how the color set off his tan. Alright, he was talking out of his ass but it was working!

By the third round of drinks he’d managed a lingering arm touch and flustered pretty-boy into a whole new shade of red. He also found out that his name was Evan.

Sadly, Eddie got slammed at around midnight and lost track of his hopeful conquest for over an hour. 

When the line was no longer three deep in all directions, and everyone in his immediate vicinity had a full drink in front of them, Eddie took a look around, bummed to find that the corner Evan and his friends had been hanging out in all night was empty. The idea briefly crossed his mind to try and find someone new to play with, but it was getting late and he figured the game was lost at this point, at least for tonight. 

He began to clean up, he couldn’t truly close up for the night yet, they still had half an hour to go, but he could get a head start on some of his sidework. 

Eddie had his back turned, drying some cups and sticking them back on the shelves when he heard someone plop down a bunch of empty pint glasses on the bar behind him. He turned, ready to be annoyed but was pleasantly surprised to find that it was Evan.

Eddie grinned. “Hey there sweet thing, I thought you left without saying goodbye. Another round?”

“No, thanks, um, my friends left a little while ago. I just thought maybe I'd help out a little by bringing these up here.”

Eddie smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Is that right? Any particular reason you wanted to help get me off work as quickly as possible?”

Evan blushed for what had to be the dozenth time that night, looking adorably nervous. For a second it reminded Eddie of Steve and Christ, he had to knock that shit off right now.

Eddie took pity on the guy and poured him one last drink on the house, sitting him down at the end of the bar where he would have the best view of Eddie while he bent and stretched as he re-set the things for the next day.

Every time he chanced a look Evans' way the young man’s eyes were filled with more and more heat, and Eddie knew he had hit his mark well. 

Eddie couldn’t believe he was going to do this again. 

He had tried to convince Evan to bring him back to his own hotel room but apparently pretty-boy was a poor college student, sharing a single room with no less than six other guys, and not even in a sexy way.

He told Eddie a little about himself as they walked towards the Buckingham, how he was the only gay man in his friend group but that they all knew about and accepted him.

It stunned Eddie a little to hear first hand how things were changing for people like him. They still had a very long way to go and he suspected they would never be fully accepted in the mainstream of society but inch by inch people were opening their minds to new ideas and possibilities. If frat boy Evan from North Carolina could find a group of friends willing to accept his sexuality then maybe there was hope.

As happy as Eddie was for Evan and his support system, he really needed the guy to stop talking. This hook up was starting to feel a little too much like a date and that was not the objective here. At the next opportunity Eddie pulled him into a dark alley between buildings and the two of them began to make out furiously. 

Eddie felt pretty-boy grow long and hard against his thigh and smiled into the kiss, breaking it soon after so they could complete their journey, at a much more desperate pace this time. 

Eddie entered their room quietly, tiptoeing across the floor until he was right next to Steve’s bed. He didn’t know why he was being so careful, he was going to disturb the guy up one way or another. 

He lightly rubbed Steve’s shoulder, trying to wake him as gently as possible. 

Steve scrunched his nose as he slowly roused, taking a deep breath as he opened his eyes to see what had woke him. 

He smiled as his eyes focused on Eddie but his face fell as he seemed to realize what was going on. For a flash Steve looked like he was in pain, but quickly schooled his face into a neutral mask. Eddie was taken aback, not quite knowing what to make of it but deciding he was probably just annoyed at being kicked out again. 

Steve rolled out of bed and headed straight for the door, looking everywhere but at him.

“I’m sorry.” Eddie said to the other man’s back as he followed him outside.

“Don’t worry about it.” Steve threw the words over his shoulder, not stopping or turning around.

Eddie felt a vague sense of dread working its way up his spine, and he almost called out for Steve to come back. In the end he kept his mouth shut, it was better this way. He could fuck this thing out of system with someone else and then maybe he could be normal around Steve. He would make it up to him later for interrupting his sleep. It would be fine.

He fucked Evan deep and hard. 

They had started out slow, with Evan up on the bed on all fours as Eddie got him warmed up and stretched out. It wasn’t long before the abuse to his prostate from Eddie’s talented fingers became too much and Evan’s arms gave out, sending him face first into the mattress.

Eddie wasted no time rolling a condom on and getting himself lubed up. He bottomed out easily after the lengthy prep work and pounded into the pretty-boy’s hole with reckless abandon until they both saw stars.

When his vision returned Eddie pulled out, collapsing to the bed beside the other man as he relearned how to breathe. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, breath coming in gasps for more reasons than one. 

He’d been doing fine at first, enjoying the various moans and whimpers that he pulled from his partner, until he realized with sudden horror that Evan looked a lot like Steve, at least from behind. He couldn’t unsee it once it occurred to him and it was only by the skin of his teeth that Eddie managed to cum with only a shout and not the wrong name falling from his lips.

He felt like he was going out of his mind and that was the only excuse he had for the way he allowed Evan to scoop him up into his arms and hold him as he shed silent tears. If the other man noticed he was polite enough to ignore it. Eddie wasn’t even sure why he was crying.

In an act of weakness, or perhaps in return for Evan’s kindness, Eddie offered to walk him back to his hotel. But first he had to find Steve and let him know the coast was clear. 

It was awkward as hell striding up to Steve where he sat by the pool this time. Eddie felt guilty and a little gross about the fact that he had just cum for the second time that day with his roomate on his mind. 

He had a hand out ready to nudge Steve awake but found his eyes were already open and staring off into the distance with a far away look.

“Hey, are you okay?” Eddie asked.

Steve startled at the sound of his voice and all but threw himself from the chair. He wrapped his arms tightly around his middle as he finally looked up at Eddie. It was hard to tell in the low light of the moon, but his eyes looked a little red and puffy, and Eddie thought maybe Steve had been crying too. He wondered why but didn’t think it was his place to ask. 

“I’m good, um, fine,” Steve stuttered. “I guess this means I can go back to bed now?”

Eddie also found himself struggling with his words a little bit. “Yeah, I'm uh, just gonna walk Evan back, so the room is all yours again.”

“Evan, right.” Steve mumbled, beginning to walk towards the stairs that would lead him back to their room.

“Thanks…for being so cool about all this.” Eddie offered.

Steve stilled, keeping his back turned as he replied, “Like I said, don’t worry about it Eddie,” and kept on walking.

Evan’s hotel was only a few blocks from the Buckingham, so it didn’t take long to get there. They didn’t speak along the way. Evan looked tired and frankly too fucked out to care and Eddie’s head was too much of a mess to manage small talk.

They shared a passionless goodnight kiss at the hotel’s front gate, and then Evan was gone.

Eddie was left alone with his thoughts and it was the last place he wanted to be. He made his way back to the motel growing more furious with himself with every step, even taking his anger out on a very full trash can at one point, toppling it over and sending garbage sprawling all over a nicely manicured lawn. 

No one would be around to see at this late (early?) hour, but still he ran, and kept on running until his legs burned and he was too out of breath to continue. He’d passed the Buckingham a while back but just kept going to bide his time. He wanted, no, he needed to make sure Steve would be asleep before he went back, he couldn’t face him again that night. 

When Eddie did finally make his way home, he was relieved to find Steve softly snoring.

He stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed, finding that his sheets now smelled of a stranger. The whole room smelled wrong now. Where before the air had held a mixture of his and Steve’s natural scents, with a hint of the fancy cologne the other man sometimes wore, now the room reeked of sex and regret.

Chapter 4

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Adult enemies-to-lovers hellcheer in the 90s bc that's the universe I'm making rn lol

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[rebelfell]

So, here’s the thing. Around this time of year, I can be very (some would say overly) sentimental. And it partly has to do with my nana and the fact that she passed on NYE many years ago.

Because she was the kindest, gentlest, most beloved person I ever knew, and I always wished I could be as effortlessly good as she was making people around her feel loved and special.

This year, being on this site, reading everyone’s words and realizing how much talent there is in this community has been staggering to me. In a million years, I could never express what it has meant to me properly.

And one of the things that brought me joy this year was making covers for some of my favorites. Most I’ve shared already, but I wanted to compile them all together along with some (unhinged) rambling, sorta like a year-end review.

That’ll all be under the cut. But for now, I just want to express my deepest thanks to anyone reading for helping me get through this year.

Because whether you knew it or not, you really and truly did. ❤️

I’m gonna start with my token Hellcheer fics cos they were like my gateway drug 😉

These stories by @majicmarker & @hangon-silvergirl

I love the humor in them, the way they capture Eddie’s voice so completely. Just the straight up FUN I had reading them both made me want to be able to do it again and again. Anytime I write from Eddie’s pov, I feel like I draw inspiration from here cos they just really capture the energy and chaos of his mind that made me fall in love.

I am so narcissistically obsessed with these covers. They are far and away my favorites and sometimes I just look at them like, “omg I made that???” Similarly, the Whatta Man stories I’m equally obsessed with: Steve and Eddie as flirty coworkers in a bar? Overlapping stories?? 90s REFERENCES OUT THE ASS??? Sign me the fuck upppp. Eddie’s night was my gateway into the world of @loveshotzz's writing and what a wonderful world it is 🥰 Speaking of….

I had originally wanted these two to be like coordinating covers because the stories were connected, but the simply put immaculate vibes of both are so different, I wanted to reflect that.

The hold these two old men have on me is just embarrassing. I read every update with my feet kicked up behind me like a little fucking school girl watching Steve fall in love with his tough girl and falling in love with him right back. And I’m so endlessly enamored with OCS Eddie. I poured over every part of their story, drinking in every detail @carolmunson put into it like it sustained me because it did. So desperately in love with everything Carol writes, but my god there is something about him that just breaks me.

Welcome now to the wealthy Steve portion of our program. These are the stories I wish were movies I could watch over and over and over. They are so cinematic in the way they are written and the way the characters interact. I mean, The drama! The tension! The fcking cliffhangers! @katyswrites had me SAT for the entirety of her whirlwind summer romance and I still find myself wishing I was on Ischia island in a private villa with Steve…

And We’ll Call It Love….it’s so, so good. It is my dream come true for a rom com, it’s got so much humor and heart and lightness and sadness and I literally care about EVERY character’s happiness, like how do you even do that, @superblysubpar?? Is it witchcraft? You can tell me if it’s witchcraft.

The “Yes” Policy is everything to me. It is written so gorgeously and it’s such a complete and fully realized world. The amount of care and time and effort that’s put into every. single. word. is just so apparent and so incredible it makes me weak. @pinkrelish knows these characters down to their bones and shows them to be so hopelessly in love I can’t even articulate how lovely a story it is.

Last two! And oddly appropriate these lined up together because they’re respectively the oldest and the newest stories I’ve fallen in love with.

@blueywrites’s TKYM was the first ever Eddie fic I ever read. An AO3 link to it came across my dash with someone saying “if you haven’t read this yet you are missing out” or something along those lines…and damn if they weren’t right. I’d never read an x reader fic before. I had yet to watch Stranger Things. I knew Eddie as a meme only. I was so wholly transfixed by the writing and the way Eddie was characterized — I devoured this story like my life depended on it. I go back to it and back to it and back to it. I see myself in it, I see the person I want to be in it. It makes me feel every feeling I can possibly feel all at once. It is simply…awe inspiring. It brought me here.

And @sweetsweetjellybean’s Torn is…idek know how to describe it? I have been down bad for that Eddie since the first “Hey, doll.” He’s got me in a goddamn chokehold. The pure excitement I feel every time an update posts is so overwhelming and the writing is so good it takes my breath away. The way the story moves and the depth of the world surrounding it makes it feel so real in a way that I forget it’s fiction? It’s such a beautiful story for Eddie and it’s so enthralling I really cannot wait to see where it goes.

Aaaaaand that’s it! If you’ve stuck around this far — thank you for doing so ☺️

I hope everyone has a wonderful year. Please know that you deserve only good things and you are loved deeply even when it doesn’t feel/seem like it. You have everything you need to make your life into the one you want and nothing can stop you from doing so, not even yourself.

Love you, mean it. ⛄️✨💕

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