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augustjustice · 7 months

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In a regency AU, Steve and Robin and Eddie and Chrissy would be lavender married, respectively, and live in neighboring estates. Every night, Robin and Eddie high five as they pass each other walking through their adjoining yards, on their way to go and rail their one true loves.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #buckingham #platonic stobin #platonic hellcheer #buckington besties #regency au #partially inspired by that one romeo and juliet post where mercutio and juliet have a marriage of convenience #but also i know in my heart this is true

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harringroveera · 9 months

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Hellcheer dating AU

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majicmarker · 1 year

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chrissy: do you have anything… maybe… stronger?

eddie: uuhhhhh do my feelings for you count?

#eddissy #hellcheer #incorrect eddissy quotes #but also not incorrect in the slightest #welcome to hellcheer

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slumped-in-the-arms-of-fiction · 2 months

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Several people are typing…

A modern day Hellcheer group chat au

Part One

Next part

This will hopefully make its way to AO3 at some point but will be posted in all its glory here first! It's completely written so the parts (nine in total) will be posted in quick succession.

Thanks as always to my beta @justhere4thevibez ❤️

#fic: several people are typing #Hellcheer #Hellcheer fic #my writing #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #and jeff lol #munningham #eddissy #also can I just say I know there are apps that make these? but I made this from scratch because I'm a control freak & I love making shit lo

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a-strange-inkling · 2 months

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In 1996, Philip decides to sell the family house and start fresh after Laura’s death. During the slow moving process, he begins going through shelves and shelves of old videos he’s compiled over the years. He had a quite the expensive hobby with cameras back in the sixties through the eighties and was often the designated camera man and archivist for birthdays, family gatherings, school plays, and church events. When VCR players came out in the mid seventies he had all of his 8mm film converted to VHS tapes and stored them in his study where they all sit neatly.

As he goes through, his favorites are the home videos of Chrissy and Matt growing up when their family was happier and the world seemed simpler. He comes across one in particular that tugs at his heart strings, it was when he took Chrissy to the park for the first time at about one and half years old. He vaguely remembers Laura was holding a ladies meeting at the house and throwing one of her stress induced temper tantrums about the quality of the catering, so he thought it would be best to take the baby out for a few hours to get away from all the yelling and screaming. He remembers loving spending afternoons with just him and his little girl. It was always quiet and peaceful, she seemed to love listening to what he had to say. She was the sweetest, most well behaved child and she just loved to be outside or go for car rides.

While he wistfully watches long forgotten images of his baby girl toddling and babbling around the park, he remembers the friend she made that day, a little boy with brown curls around three who was there with his mother and it only takes him a moment to realize why the boy looks so familiar.

#he gives the tape to eddie on his thirtieth birthday #i like to think that mama munson and chrissy met in this universe #eddissy #hellcheer #munningham #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #old haunts #also we’re going to ignore that home videos wouldn’t have had sound till the mid seventies okay #philip’s got a super super 8 with sound #hellcheer headcanons

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jessfandrawer · 2 years

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"If you wanna buy me flowers, just go ahead now." - Two Princes, The Spin Doctors

Hey, it's finished! In addition to liking the story/moment idea, it's a bit of a style test to see if doing a longer comic like this is feasible. I think it is? But yeah, it would take me a long time. Drawing, coloring, and lettering everything was a ton of work! It's nice to get some comic making practice though.

This is pure sugar, so I apologize for any dental work you may need after reading.

Edit: Variegated tulips mean "beautiful eyes" in flower language in case nobody was wondering.

Link to the bonus page 😉

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 month

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Being into both nerdy women and men with big eyes and curly dark hair:

Bi!Steve Harrington 🤝 Bi!Chrissy Cunningham

Being into both dorky women and men jocks with hearts of gold:

Bi!Eddie Munson 🤝 Pan!Nancy Wheeler

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rebirthdinosaurs · 1 year

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i want married! platonic stobin. i want some corporate jobs! steddie. i want a fic where steve runs a company under his familys name or smthn and eddie gets a job there and develops a crush on the office cutie and himbo boss man steve harrington, only for him to figure out that he’s married (”of course hes married”) and in a really healthy relationship with some lady named robin. i want him to meet robin at corporate party and realize “oh this is a lesbian” (because steve is bi and really good at accidentally putting up a straight persona at work, and all of steves flirthing tactics go right over this mans head, but a gay recognizing a lesbian is instant). i want eddie to derail and jump to conclusions and think that robin is just using steve as some coverup and a money bag and obviously poor heterosexual himbo steve has zero clue as to whats going on.

i want robin and steve to invite eddie over for dinner one day only for him to see a couple of their wedding photos of them in semi formal clothing like their dressed for prom, both in suit, and max contact a hug or a kiss on the cheek. maybe one is robin sitting down with steves head in her lap. (the were half tempted for steve to wear a wedding dress, and robin to wear a tux, but decided it wasnt very subtle. i would love a fic that is just about them trying and sorta failing to have a very heteronormative wedding but they just cant help themselves, can they?)

along the way, they become friends, eddie introduces them to his best friend, chrissy, and eddie is eventually told that steve and robin married as a safe way to conceal their complete gayness from the homophobic agenda (around the same time, before or after, he figures out that robin and chrissy are totally crushing on each other. eddie and chrissy eventually marry with the arrangement that they can be safe and date their neighbors steve and robin under the guise of steve and eddie and chrissy and robin just being “bestfriends” instead of completely and totally gay for one another.

#stranger things #steddie #corporate steddie #married platonic stobin #stobin #platonic stobin #platonic married hellcheer #platonic hellcheer #had to look up eddie and chrissys ship name #buckingham #had to look up chrissy and robins ship name #pttf i dont play favorites at allll #i absolutely play favorites #i cant write but i come up with ideas #also thought about a crime fic #where our safe married gay people #as mentioned #are involved in a missings persons case #or murder case #pr one of them goes missing and or murdered #and have to get investigated #hopper investigates them #and does not know them #idk world building or smthn #and come to the realization that these people are gay #has to try to come up with evidence on why these people absoltely wouldnt do this #without outing them as platonic married couples with arrangements with the other platonic married couple in the next house over #he cannot say 'yr honor they didnt do it because theyre gay and wouldnt benifit from it whatsoever'#no matter how good of a defense that is #do u think any of themdecided to adopt children

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toodivineforhumanmind · 10 months

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June, 1987

June gloom. That's the term Chrissy's college friends had used to describe the odd, suffocating fog that had seemingly taken over the entire coast in California, looming over the promise of the summer in Los Angeles.

It was a strange sight, the wall of fog like a physical being in the horizon; suffocating her, pulling her in. Sometimes it felt the same that it had felt back home in Hawkins. Suffocating, alienating. And the fog never failed to invite back the nightmares that haunted her. Of her mother, of Hawkins, of red, vengeful skies filled with creatures her father would've called "demon-like".

Chrissy had left Hawkins for good in June of 1986 - she had often dreamed of getting away from her mother and the crushing weight of what could be considered the "high society" of Hawkins. In other words, an endless parade of church potlucks, charity auctions and dinners at their local country club. A painfully artificial smile plastered on Chrissy's glossed lips, her mother's reproachful voice in her ear if she accidentally spilled something on her dress. Endless greetings and hands she shook time after time, the perfect daughter with the golden cross dangling between her collarbones.

California and the freedom of college had been a breath of fresh air after eighteen years of suffocation. Chrissy had felt free for the first time since she was a child, free of judgement, free of the red skies. And occasionally, she almost believed that she was free of the knowledge of what lied below their own dimension.

And then her mother died on June 9th 1987, and Chrissy jumped on the first plane that flew out of Los Angeles in the early hours of the morning.

That first night back in Hawkins Chrissy woke up screaming, flashes of red skies and golden crosses in her mind. Her clammy hands clawed at her bare throat, almost confused that her fingers weren't entangling with the dainty, gold chains of neither her cross necklace or the ´86´ necklace that Jason had once gifted her.

She had left both necklaces in the drawer of her desk in Hawkins when she had skipped town, eager to let go of the chains that still tethered her to her mother and the memory of Jason.

That June, Chrissy felt like she was watching herself from somewhere else, hovering over her own body. Making promises to her father, swearing she'd stay until the end of summer to take care of her brother and to help with the funeral, the documents, all the miserable shit that Chrissy's father was dreading to do alone.

And so she stayed. Even with the nightmares, she stayed. It was easy enough to forget, to force herself not to feel real. The numbness was her salvation the days she had to go through her mother's things, the scent of her perfume still clinging to the clothes making her gag. The numbness helped her during the funeral, her thumb drawing absent-minded trails on the back of her brother's palm as he clutched onto hers.

Nothing felt real, and Chrissy was so, very grateful for it.

Until the day a pair of all too familiar brown eyes met hers across the vegetable isle of the supermarket; that's all it took for Chrissy's facade to crumble, and she was no longer numb.

// follow this fic on ao3!

#idk??? hello help #lmk if you wanna read more ok #eddissy #eddsy #eddssy #hellcheer #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #stranger things #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #chreddie #also eddie now has short hair bc he works at the plant #i know its tragic #Spotify

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boffeeceans · 8 months

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Who has what really depends on the day

#eddie munson #billy hargrove #chrissy cunningham #jason carver #trijock alliance #hellcheer #tigerfreak #mungrove #i like to think theyre all actually eddies belongings #now on top of their own dread they're also passing around Eddie's #they wanted to date him #sharing is caring #its their own fault #was gonna give jason the knife and chrissy the kit at first #but i think chrissy deserves to have a knife

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agentmmayy · 2 years

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i just think they should have gotten to hold each other <3

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stevesaxetogrind · 10 months

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No fear, I have done the math for all of you Fanfic authors so we can stop with the confusion.

Eddie’s Third Try at Senior Year is ‘86

Second try was ‘85, originally supposed to graduate in ‘84

Steve Graduated on time in ‘85

Therefore Eddie is one school year above Steve.

Additionally- as far as I am aware, Middle School is 3 years maximum. So, because of context/middle school talent show:

When Chrissy was in 6th grade, Steve was in 7th, and Eddie was in 8th grade- carrying on until Senior Year kept him back.

So Eddie is two school years above Chrissy.

Ages get a little weirder because I don’t know the Hawkins enrolment cut off/school year start. Some places start in August, others September. Some use age at enrollment, others use birth years etc. but, you can use a general 17-18 for Chrissy/the other ‘86 seniors, 18-19 for Steve/‘85 seniors, and place Eddie 19-20. 21 is kind of pushing it unless you go with a mid-year Appalachian transfer fanon- but again it depends on the enrolment of Hawkins.

I know folks who started kindergarten at 3 because they were big & potty trained, but others were delayed until 5. But 4 is average, ergo, let’s go with averages.

Edit: kindergarten apparently isn’t relevant anyways so let’s be glad it was crossed out anyways.

#stranger things #Eddie munson #Steve Harrington #chrissy cunningham #hellcheer #steddie #this is a PSA to stop calling it a HUGE age gap for hell cheer #this is a PSA to stop making Steve older than Eddie #this is a PSA to please at least justify or note it if you fuck with ages #this is a PSA to use Google once in your life #but I also realize there are a lot of folks who write for this fandom without ever seeing the show #which I don’t get #maybe I’m just on my way to being a fandom elder but y’allllllllllllll #at least I justified it in my ancient fanfics that I knew it was the wrong age but i wanted it that way #at age 11 #so please be better than 11 year old me

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lavellenchanted · 1 year

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me, settling in to watch a romcom: right, which otp am I going to imagine this as an au for?

#this time the answer was apparently hellcheer #but also sometimes I'll watch a film and just be like #this can work for so many pairings!!

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ebongawk · 1 year

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"Baby, baby, baby," Eddie practically shouted as he kicked his way into the apartment. Chrissy jumped from her curled up position on the couch, the book in her hands nearly launched across the room.

"Oh, my God," she laughed breathlessly, laying a hand over her heart. "Eddie, Jesus."

"Sorry," he said, not sounding particularly apologetic at all. "But you will never guess what I found at the store!"

He was holding up a paper grocery sack like it was a trophy, having dropped three other sacks when he barged in, and Chrissy's eyes darted between it and him incredulously.

"Groceries."

"Har, har." The grin still stretched over his cheeks made his sarcastic laughter almost genuine. "No. Well. Yes, but." With a flourish, he tore the paper bag away, revealing another plastic bag beneath. Chrissy blinked at it.

"Chicken nuggets?"

"Dinosaur chicken nuggets!" he shouted, evidently very pleased with his discovery. "The most epically childish thing in existence! One hit of these is guaranteed nostalgia!"

Pursing her lips around a grin, Chrissy shrugged. "I've never had them before."

Eddie looked at her for a long moment. The expression he wore when he wanted to wrap her up in a blanket and coddle her, which slipped into his eyes every time she admitted something sordid about her own childhood.

Instead, he just grinned, his eyes twinkling.

"Oh, sweetheart. You're in for a treat."

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Two hours later, the oven was just finished baking their costumed chicken.

Eddie and Chrissy were also just finished baking.

She was sitting on the couch again, relaxed and riding the buzz of their shared joint as Eddie set a plate piled high with nuggets on the coffee table. Adorned on either side by ranch dressing, buffalo sauce, and barbecue sauce, he traipsed across the living room to load Predator into the VCR and plop down beside her.

"Dig in, sweetness," Eddie said, easy smile and red-rimmed eyes half-focused as he fast-forwarded through the movie previews. Chrissy leaned forward, plucking the nugget off the top as Eddie grabbed a couple and dipped them into various sauces.

Chrissy stared at the little nugget in her hand.

It was clearly a stegosaurus. The ridges on its back like fish scales and the curve of its spine made it easy to identify. It was ridiculous, how some tiny fried piece of chicken could take on the form of another animal, wasn't it? Even if that animal had been extinct for millions and millions of years. And the stegosaurus would never know that humans created a little snack to emulate its visage. They would never know that humans existed at all.

"Chrissy?" Eddie asked, his mouth half-full of her little stegosaurus's friends. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Her eyes suddenly blurred, and Chrissy let out a hitched breath.

"Oh. Shit. Sweetness." She could feel Eddie's hands on her shoulders, trying to turn her body toward him as she held that tiny little chicken nugget in her palm. Staring at his grainy little body even if she couldn't see him. "Baby, are you okay? Are you having trouble with this kind of food right now? I could make–– Well. Uh. I don't know if I can make anything, but––"

"He's just––" She broke off with another sob, thrusting her hands toward where she assumed Eddie's face was to show him the stegosaurus. "He's just so cute, Eddie! Look at him!"

She couldn't see Eddie through her tears, but she felt his hands squeeze her shoulders once, then twice, as she ran her fingertip over the tiny breadcrumb ridges of the stegosaurus's spine.

"Chrissy––"

"He doesn't even know that he's edible!" she cried. "He's just trying to live his little dinosaur life and be adorable!"

Eddie laughed, bodily pulling her into his arms until she was tucked up against his chest.

"Oh, baby girl," he cooed, rocking her back and forth. "He is pretty cute, isn't he?"

"Yes," she pouted. "He's just–– He's just a baby, Eddie! I can't eat him!"

"He's an herbivore, y'know? He was gonna get eaten in the Jurassic period too. You're just playing your part in the circle of life."

"I'm not a t-rex!" Chrissy retorted, unable to keep from crying harder. "And h-he doesn't deserve that! He's too cute!"

Eddie's laughter rumbled against her, bubbling up from his chest and tucked into her hair. Affronted, Chrissy looked up at him.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No, princess, no," he said quickly, his nose scrunched up in humor. "No, it's just–– Baby, he's just a nugget. He's not even a real stegosaurus."

"I don't care," she huffed around her own laugh, looking down at the little nugget in her hand. The tears had begun to dry on her cheeks, and she nuzzled into Eddie's chest as she continued holding the stegosaurus close.

"You're literally too adorable for words, Cunningham." She felt the tell-tale sign of lips pressed against her crown as Eddie slowly stroked his fingers up and down her spine. After a moment, he let out a long sigh. "Should I put our reptilian friends away and order a pizza instead?"

"Yes," Chrissy replied, still pouting a little. "We can't eat them, Eddie, they're just babies."

A finger came up beneath her chin, gently tilting her head back until she had to look up at him. Those chocolate eyes she loved so much danced with mirth, lips twisted like he wanted desperately to conceal his smile. Which he was doing a poor job of.

"We'll see how you feel about it when you're sober," he acquiesced. "For now, how does pepperoni and hamburger sound?"

Chrissy grinned, leaning up to kiss him in lieu of an answer.