Hi! Call me Rose. I write for Hellcheer, and I post about whatever interests me (which,,, is mostly Hellcheer).
You can find me on ao3 at rose_n_gunses, but my works are also linked below! (works are locked to guest users)
My asks are open so feel free to use them! Ask about my works, chat about a headcanon, tell me about your favorite song, send me a recipe, anything. I'm always down for it.
Original posts are tagged as "just r's thoughts". Everything else is tagged accordingly (to the best of my ability).
I also now have a Spotify account where I'll be making playlists for some of my works!
🤍 works linked below the cut 🤍
💚 - teen and up | 🧡 - mature | ❤️ - explicit
🦄 - part of the Jamie-verse
🎄- ho, ho, holy shit! (series)
~multi-chaps~
hold me (and i'll make it through the night) | 💚
1996. reunions and relationships and reconciliations.
WIP | 3/6 chapters | last updated 5/25/23
roll in the sand with a rock 'n' roll man | ❤️
Chrissy goes on a Tinder date with a guy her friends met at the beach. (A modern Tinder AU)
completed | 2/2 chapters
nothing bites like i do | ❤️
Chrissy Cunningham is supposed to be dead. Then again, so is Eddie Munson. (A Kas!Eddie AU)
WIP | 2/3 chapters | last updated 10/24/24
~oneshots~
close your eyes (and just reach out your hands) | 💚
Chrissy's got end-of-year blues and Eddie's got arms to hug her with.
as long as one and one is two | 💚
Eddie's first Father's Day.
i can see you | 💚
Chrissy and Eddie have been staring at each other and decide to do something about it.
Inspired by "I Can See You" by Taylor Swift.
and feed them on your dreams | 💚 | 🦄
Eddie teaches his mini-me how to play D&D.
From this request.
you're a dream come true | 💚 | 🦄
late nights and lots of love.
From this request.
midwest monster of the highest grade | 💚
Chrissy wants to win Best Couple's Costume. Jason is no help. (Eddie is, though.)
From this prompt.
thrilling christmas, trembling fear | 💚 |🎄
Jason Carver has beef with Santa Claus.
beneath the mistletoe screaming | 💚 |🎄
Eddie needs service hours to graduate. So does Chrissy! It's a fuckin' Christmas miracle.
the streets don't change but maybe the names | ❤️
Eddie and Chrissy have succeeded at being friends for the eight months since they broke up. They should be able to fool around no problem, right? Right??
what i wasn't even looking for | 💚
The only thing Eddie is looking to do on Valentine's Day is drink and forget. Cupid has other plans.
not what you want to see | 💚
In which Agent Christine Cunningham meets her new partner. (An X-Files AU)
life moves too slowly (to hold you down) | ❤️
Chrissy has an unexpected run-in with an old friend on her way to start a new life.
embarrassed myself by walking into chipotle five minutes before they opened 😭 my glasses were fogged up when i got out of the car so i didn't see the hours on the door
sorry but someone assuming you have "left a fandom" when you don't post about it a lot anymore feels like bilbo coming home to the sackville bagginses having him presumed dead and selling all his stuff. girl i was just on a little quest????
goddddd and i just UGH but also UGHHHHH and aughhhh.... oughhhhhhhhh...... ACK !!! and.... aghhhhhhhh. ughhhhh ! UGH !!!!! and i can't even because AGHHHHHHH. UGHHH
actually i think the best thing that could happen for Jane Byers is to have the Matilda effect with her powers.
they slowly burn out with disuse. she stops looking for danger around every corner, learns little by little to erode that constant wall of fear and adrenaline that spikes that muscle memory connection.
i like to think she goes to hawkins community college. grows her hair long. keeps in touch with her pack who've all gone to uni but finds her own little group, other slightly odd weirdos with niche interests that don't find her strange in the slightest.
Jane takes art classes and beginner's math and literature- anything she feels like. goes at her own pace. finds joy and security in the knowledge of all the things that had been kept from her for so long.
Jane starts volunteering at the local animal shelter. she's a natural with the cats who are too shy to come out of their kennels. wonders with wide eyes and open hands for the strange and exotic pets that come through the doors. the front desk ladies and the rest of the staff adore her.
there's this scruffy scottish terrier at the end of the row of dog cages with a big DO NOT APPROACH sign taped to the chain links. Jane asks about him- the dog who cowers in the corner, who growls and snaps at anyone who dares to come close.
he's a lost cause, honey. best leave him alone and save your energy for the socialized ones.
Jane has had enough of rules. of being told what to do and how to do it.
she approaches the dog's cage with the same quiet, gentle energy she's always had within. takes every lunch break she's got by the bars, sneaking the scruffy thing pieces of ham. eventually building up enough trust to feed the dog right from her hands- first through the metal, then fully sat on the other side. giggling softly as the pup licks all the oil from her fingertips.
one of the desk ladies fudges some paperwork. the terrier comes at no cost to the Byers household other than Jane's steadfast attention and time. he turns out to be a wonderful dog- playful, loving, trotting at Jane's heels everywhere she goes without the need for a leash.
she names him Jack. like the terrier he is.
Jack and Jane spend many happy hours in the woods behind her home, chasing sticks and looking for rocks by the creek and laying sun-drunk in the tall grasses, side by side.
one afternoon Jane is petting Jack behind the silk of his ears and she tells him- out loud, as she often does- "I don't think you were ever mean. I think you were just very scared, for a long time. I think maybe you were always meant to be happy like this."
Jack licks a long, wet stripe up her hand and bounds off for a stick.
for the first time in months, Jane closes her eyes and reaches into her mind. that vast expanse, the unknowable darknesses, the lurking recesses of energy and power stored up.
usually, there is a fire there, waiting to be harnessed. waiting to be enacted, exacted, by her hand and someone else's. always someone else's.
for the first time in months, there is nothing that surges to greet her. nothing tingling through her body, overtaking her skin like wildfire.
there is only the cool, gentle rush of the creek. a wondering thought about what Joyce will make for dinner. a quiet steadiness.
greatest dynamic in the world IS strange, eccentric asshole and their normal and polite friend who on closer inspection is actually worse in deeply weird and unexpected ways
need a hat that says I WONT SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO AND ITS NOT BECAUSE IM DISINTERESTED AND DONT LIKE YOU I JUST DONT UNDERSTAND SOCIAL INTERACTION AS WELL AS MOST PEOPLE AND ASSUME BY DEFAULT MY PRESENCE IS UNWELCOME AS A PRECAUTIONARY MEASURE SO I KEEP TO MYSELF BUT I DONT MIND IF YOU INITIATE so i can wear it to work
