Maya

girls are kissing so what cherrypie writer (but I write anything rll)

[dberrypie]

small intro post

My name is Maya, I'm 19 and I'm a begginer writer who loves to write scenarious that pop up in my head, and maybe my fics may be shitty but at least I don't use ai I mostly write about my favorite ship (aka cherrypie) bc it has quite small of a fandom (if it has a fandom at all) and it is a crackship but I'm a multishipper and I can literally write abt anything

[theprettysnail]

Mike and Eddie skipping class to watch their girls practice from behind the bleachers.

[dberrypie]

hi buds can uu rate this xx

[dberrypie]

.✦ ݁˖ double cherry pie 𓏲ּ𝄢

author notes: highly inspired by a post from @mqriina and requested by my sister; name is very generic ik, I might change it later; it's placed on '86; also, it's my first time writing here, and my main language isn't english so expect mistakes ^^ blurb: after the fight with Deena and the witch in the car accident, Sam decided to re-re start her life, moving to Hawkins, Indiana. She finds herself sitting in a bathroom stall while eating her lunch, when she hears Chrissy by the other stall, and after finding out she's also having "hallucinations", they become friends and decide to fight their internal demons and whatever the hell is cursing them. ✎ : 1k ⋆.˚ 1/?

⋆˙⟡ chapter one: welcome to Hawkins

Sam hummed some half-forgotten melody under her breath, her sandwich half eaten.

It was the second time she had moved schools in months, not because she wanted- kinda because she wanted- but mostly because two cities in Ohio made her feel like she was living a horror movie, it looked like that state put a curse upon her—

Bleugh!

The sound of violent retching coming from the stall next to her couldn't be mistaken for anything else. "Is everything okay over there?" Sam gazed at the wall leading to the other stall.

"get out!" the other voice shouted, followed by pure silence.

Sam carefully placed her lunchbox down, walking towards and knocking at the next stall's door, and no answer came for minutes, until the girl inside it opened the door and stumbled back.

"Uhm, hi! I.. I wasn't expecting someone waiting for me, uh.. here, of all places," Chrissy muttered, her bangs slightly disheveled and her expression something between extremely panicked and strangely calm, "uhm, anyway, what's your name? I don't think I've seen you here before." - "I'm Sam, Samantha Fraser."- "I-It's nice to meet you, I'm Chrissy Chunningham." she stumbled a bit to speak “ are you okay? I thought I heard you throwing up” - “ I’m fine! Don’t worry about it ..” but it was clear there was something up.

Sam and Chrissy stared at each other for a few rather awkward seconds before Sam picked up her forgotten lunchbox from the ground and took a step back.

“so.. break is almost over, but.. if you need anything, I entered the cheer team and since you’re wearing the uniform .. we’ll see each other soon” — “yea! About that, I’m actually the capitain” — “oh, that’s nice” — “yea, uhm, see you then!” — “yea, cya”

The rest of the day went by in a blink, and Sam found herself looking forward to cheer practice, because something about that girl, Chrissy Chunnin.. Qunnin.. she couldn't quite remember her name, but what she could remember is that something about the things she said didn't match the way she looked - not about her being the cheer captain, that she knew it was true, but she didn't look as much "okay" as she promised to be.

Sam was walking her way home to her rented apartment, when something moved between the trees from the forest across from the street, and as she noticed ginger-ish hair flowing, and that one pink backpack she saw in the bathroom before, there was no doubt it was Chris.. not Chris.. Cassie maybe? Whatever that girl's name was, and not that Sam was a creep or anything, but we ain't gonna lie, that felt suspicious as fuck.

The grass bent when Sam's foot fell on it after jumping over the fence, to try to find the rushing Chrissy inside the long and dense forest she now found herself in as well, her eyes searching for something- anything- that could prove she wasn't actually going crazy, and Chrissy was actually there, as odd as it seemed to be, though she certainly wasn't expecting to find chrissy near a picnic table staring at .. nothing?

"Chris? Is everything okay?"

Again, silence filled the already quiet space- only for Sam, because Chrissy could clearly hear her screams upon standing right in front of a clock with tiny black spiders crawling from the inside of it.

Sam gently shook Chrissy's shoulders, taking another step closer.

" Chrissy !!" Sam shook her harder, grabbing her arms to turn Chrissy around, to find out the girl's eyes went blank.

Panicked reached Sam's face in almost record time, her eyes widening at the sight of Chrissy's dead-alike eyes, her hands catching her face, and her bag fell from her shoulder, and she gently tapped Chrissy's face.

" WAKE UP, CHRISSY!"

Chrissy blinked hard at the shout, her mind quickly clicking off of Vecna's trance and her iris and pupil returning to color, also with slightly wide eyes, her first view being Sam's horrified face, only a few inches from hers, and the first feeling was warm hands clinging almost desperately onto her face.

Chrissy looked back to the same place she was staring a few moments ago. "What are you doing here?!" Chrissy whispered, "I could ask you the same thing!" - "did you follow me here?" - "I did not- well, kinda, but what was happening with your eyes?" - "I-"

Dark curls could be seen from behind a tree trunk, not too far from them, a voice interrupting Chrissy's explanation, "You actually came-"

Both girls jumped in surprise; Chrissy, still scared from the whole clock thing, and the fact that the same completely disappeared from its place, clung onto Sam, almost making both fall.

"oh, hi, Eddie." - "I still can't believe Chrissy fucking Cunningham is standing right in front of me with ... I'm sorry, who are you?" - "That's Sam, uhm, she's .. a new girl on the cheer team" - "Ah, okay, good afternoon Sam, it's nice to meet you"

Sam stared at the new appearance, her eyes flickering between the guy who clearly didn't look her age and the small suitcase that he held.

She took a step to the side and nodded quickly, "yea, good afternoon, and I came from Ohio, maybe that's why you never saw me before"

" did you bring it? " Chrissy interrupted, careless but equally worried "nice and clean" Eddie pointed the suitcase at her.

" Is this drug dealing ?!" Sam shouted before Chrissy slammed her hand against Sam's mouth, "don't yell it!"

chapter 1 / chapter 2 (soon will be linked dw^^)

[just-a-random-bakugo-stan]

“Eww don’t ship them ! They’re just friends/ they hate each other/ they barely have any interaction/they never even met/they’re not from the same series !”

Pussy. Back in my days, we shipped Elsa and Jack Frost to hell and back because they were both ice themed.

[stranger-things-yapper]

gonna project all my IRL frustration into Chrissy thinking about her mom

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

things i wish someone told me before i started writing (and also things i ignored anyway)

okay. writers of tumblr. i’ve compiled a list of things i desperately wish someone had sat me down and said before i started writing, not that i would’ve listened, because i was 14 and powered entirely by hubris, iced coffee, and my wattpad era.

anyway. here we go:

1. stop rewriting chapter one. i know you think it’ll fix everything. it won’t. it’s a hydra. you cut one head off, two Google Docs appear.

2. your first draft is not a treaty with god. it can be messy. it can be unhinged. it can have 47 placeholders named “idk something happens.” it’s fine.

3. perfectionism is just fear wearing a blazer. write badly on purpose. humiliate your draft. it builds character (yours).

4. word count culture is a scam. you are allowed to write 200 words and call it a day. you are allowed to write 5k and then disappear into the void for three business weeks.

5. google docs autosave WILL betray you. download backups. then back up your backups. then sacrifice a pen to the writing gods idk.

6. description is not pretty synonyms. it’s specificity. the torn movie ticket in their pocket. the buzzing light in the hallway. the chipped nail polish on their thumb. write the thing not the aesthetics around the thing.

7. dialogue isn’t two Shakespeare ghosts monologuing at each other. interruptions. trailing off. people lying. people avoiding the truth. people saying “whatever man.” let it get messy.

8. you don’t need a whole map before you start. sometimes you just need one character with one problem and the stupidest idea imaginable.

9. reading your old writing will make you cringe but also cry a little because wow you cared so much. keep that version of you alive.

10. don’t wait to ‘be good.’ you get good by writing the stuff you think is embarrassing.

11. also: nine out of ten times, your “bad” idea is actually the one that goes feral and grows teeth and becomes your WIP.

12. hydrate. no further explanation.

ok that’s it because if i keep going i’ll start confessing things about the time i wrote a whole novel in 2017 that will never see daylight again.

reply if u relate or if u too have 87 abandoned document fragments in your google drive.

[dberrypie]

fuck gen ai, embrace wiki's, grammarhow and reddit

[dberrypie]

what do I do if I feel like my writing will be taken as ai bc my translator makes things too formal

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION

[theunfortunate-author]

my daily affirmation as an author

[kkittycult]

[dancinginthel1ght]

it will never not be funny to me that hellcheer is somehow a controversial ship. its literally so normal? like theres so many other books/movies/tv shows where the couple has a similar dynamic to eddie and chrissy and yet...... people riot in the streets if you even dare to suggest that you like them

[panteneprovcommercial]

At this point there could be a video of Doechii and Chappell Roan hitting a man with their car holding hands Thelma & Louise style and I'd still be like "well let's hear them out"

[medusas-daughter]

Chappell Roan, who left her talent agency when she found out the Ceo was in the Epstein Files, is getting more hate than people in the actual Epstein files. Pedophiles are currently presidents and starting wars, wife beaters are getting awards and selling out stadiums, but a lesbian who is not the nicest most cheerful person 24/7 is the actual devil and getting banned from performing. I think she should be meaner. Let her be the nastiest bitch in the world. Maybe more women will wake up from the fucking trance this world has put us through and realise being "not nice" is not the biggest crime in the world.

[mqriina]

Ok but but pretend they’re in the same time and sam moves to Hawkins because she thinks she is going crazy after the witch she saw in the accident so she wants to start a new life but she becomes friends with Chrissy because they’re really lookalike and later on sam finds Chrissy going to buy drugs with Eddie because of the “hallucinations” she’s having and sam decides to go too because she starts to think what she saw was actually also an “hallucination” so they go together and this is them talking with Eddie about the drugs

[thewatcher727]

Writing Description Notes:

Updated 19th October 2025 More writing tips, review tips & writing description notes

Dialogue Tags

Facial Expressions

Masking Emotions

Smiles/Smirks/Grins

Eye Contact/Eye Movements

Blushing

Voice/Tone

Body Language/Idle Movement

Thoughts/Thinking/Focusing/Distracted

Silence

Memories

Happy/Content/Comforted

Love/Romance

Sadness/Crying/Hurt

Confidence/Determination/Hopeful

Surprised/Shocked

Guilt/Regret

Disgusted/Jealous

Uncertain/Doubtful/Worried

Anger/Rage

Laughter

Confused

Speechless/Tongue Tied

Fear/Terrified

Mental Pain

Physical Pain

Tired/Drowsy/Exhausted

Eating

Drinking

Warm/Hot

Cold/Freezing