Истории Hellcheer

LMAO I don't know I'm genuinely bored so like don't question this, I had this idea in the toilet of my school when I was escaping math class. This is also an Eddissy fic

A book of vampire Eddie munson oneshots

hope yall like it.

As max is still in a coma the whole party decided to have a sleepover in her room when the ground opens up again and creates an earth quake but soon after the temperature in the room keeps on dropping and they have to get out of there but the question is how ? *this is a fan fiction and is not based fully off the actual stranger things tv show though it does have some spoilers to season 4*

Hawkins was already an unusual place to live in. Monsters from a world underneath the town, a carbon copy . . . only darker, colder, meaner. Or, so they thought. A new threat has graced them with their presence, a cold blooded killer. It started off small, dead animals at almost every residents front door, until a human was the victim. [ this is ghostface!hellcheer fan-fic, please no hate on the ship, thank you! ]

Follow Wayne Munson through the the hardship, love, and joy in his life of raising his rambunctious nephew Eddie Munson. FANART NOT MINE TW: EATING DISORDERS DRUG ABUSE ALCOHOL ABUSE ABUSE ABANDONMENT

Dustin and the group leaves Eddies corpse in the upside down thinking he was dead but turns out there was other plans...

This story is about the stranger things ship.: Eddie x Chrissy. this is an au where Chrissy survived. The story takes place in the fictional town of hawkins indiana.

In Chrissy's 18 years of living, she could never find her home, a safe place. Where she can discover herself. She's cooped up in the Cunningham's 2 story, white picket fence. With the devil herself, Laura Cunningham. With her father and little brother. Little did she know, her home was with Eddie Munson, and his trailer park home, with his uncle!

(𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃) Roleplay in different places being different people!

Don't Cry For Me: A Model/Rockstar Girlfriend Chrissy and Rockstar Eddie AU!

Just a bunch of stories for Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham! This is for my Hellcheer/Eddissy people here <3 It might not be everyone's favorite but heck I LOVE THEM! <33

"Harringtons got her, don't ya big boy~" This is a universe where everything that actually happened in stranger things, didnt happen here

When you're alone in the middle of the night and you wake in a sweat and a hell of a fright When you're alone in the middle of the bed and you wake like someone hit you on the head You've had a cream of a nightmare dream and you've got the hoo-ha's coming to you. we need more Hellcheer also Eddie Munson is 010

Instead of shutting down Chrissy confides in Eddie who believes her and they spend a night making a plan to get out of Hawkins.

Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie Munson as Parents

My one shot Munson family story for a tumblr request. All I can say is that Eddie and Chrissy would make the most fantastic family. Past mention of a eating disorder but that is only warning.

EDDISSY / HELLCHEER She was just there to fulfill her role whenever called upon, and of course, always expected to follow the script and read her lines-perfectly. He faced the scandalized cheerleaders at Chrissy's table and seemed to revel in their disapproving looks, as if their antipathy was his very lifeblood. Chrissy... kind of loved that. Secretly wished she possessed even the tiniest bit of his bravado. (In which Chrissy Cunningham is slowly descending into madness, feeling alone and unseen, until she comes across one Eddie Munson, who helps keep her sane while making her feel seen and cared for.)

The day Chrissy Cunningham left the town of Hawkins was the best day of her life. She moved to California to study, found new friends and tried to forget everything that had happened in the spring of 1986. She was finally free of her mother, of Hawkins and of whatever horrors went down because of her mother and Hawkins. And even though she also left behind Eddie and a promise of something that never really came to be, Chrissy forced herself to never look back. Until her mother died.

The sun has fully risen by the time I shuffle towards the door, looking like the mess I feel. The mess I made. I check the room one more time. It's empty, but it's not. Can't be. Even if his clothes weren't strewn across the floor, even if the smell of his nicotine and kerosene and caffeine didn't sit on the hazy air, even if he wasn't lying motionless but still breathing through corrupted lungs, it could never be empty. There's too much of us in it. -- NEW CHAPTERS EVERY FRIDAY --