#darcylightninglewis

[jack-abbot]

— BERTHA & GEORGE RUSSELL in The Gilded Age, 3x02, “What the Papers Say” (2025)

[apolladay]

If it weren’t “6 Degrees of Kevin Bacon” who would it be 6 Degrees of?

Will Smith

Keanu Reeves

Reese Witherspoon

Nicholas Cage

Emma Thompson

Halle Barry

Gwyneth Paltrow

Paul Rudd

Jeff Goldblum

Other (name in comments, heart to agree)

This isn’t your favorite actor but the ones who’ve been in the widest range of projects and are well known.

If it weren’t “6 Degrees of Kevin Bacon” who would it be 6 Degrees of?

Will Smith

Keanu Reeves

Reese Witherspoon

Nicholas Cage

Emma Thompson

Halle Barry

Gwyneth Paltrow

Paul Rudd

Jeff Goldblum

Other (name in comments, heart to agree)

Voting ended onJan 17

This isn’t your favorite actor but the ones who’ve been in the widest range of projects and are well known.

[ebongawk]

🧛 what kind of time frame we talking (when’s Eddie from/how long does the story span? 2 months, 5 days…etc…)? (I’m so excited!!)

I haven't exactly nailed down how old I want Eddie to be, but I know he's going to be the youngest of his little three-person coven. (it's a modern AU, 2020s, so I could make him a byproduct of the 80s for funsies 👀)

the story outline itself lives as a manic daydream in my head, plus the 10k or so I currently have written, but honestly I don't think the timeline of it will span more than a few weeks, maybe a couple months at most (though part of that will likely be a time skip if it happens.) It's going to be a whirlwind romance that ends with [redacted] [redacted] and [redacted redacted redacted]

WIP ask game!!

[majicmarker]

drop dead ed 👀 *excitedly hits ask button*

i’ve wanted to write this one for ages, and lately it’s been more presently on my mind again—it’s hellcheer but make it drop dead fred, a totally ridiculous movie that i take Very Seriously, and with no sense of irony whatsoever.

i might have said all this before but it’s been like four years, so, here we go again—

it won’t be a shot-for-shot rewrite, since i’m mining it for the eddie/chrissy Romance potential, but i do know how i’ll make it work, and i’ll be utilizing the themes and the motifs and that whole shebang. because for me it’s like… is drop dead fred a dark comedy? OR is it a high-stakes family drama about the generational trauma that impacts mother/daughter relationships and how it shapes our sense of self and how we cope with that via the outlets we create to give ourselves freedom from our repression????

so, all in all really just my excuse to dig into the psychoanalysis of a movie from 1991 while indulging in my otp.

i’m running on more vibes than content atm, so no snippets :( but! i’m thinking it’ll start something like this:

The day Chrissy Cunningham loses her mind, Eddie Munson loses consciousness.

[usergif]

(insp.)

[grimeysociety]

OKAY, I went through my au tag and found this gem. While I imagine it for Steve/Darcy, you go with whatever jam you feel love. <3 "I’m in art class and I just opened a cupboard to find a tiny person (you) squished inside and you just looked at and said “shh i’m hiding”"

Steve wasn’t sure what possessed him to open the supply cabinet.

He’d come back from the mop closet, fully expecting the room to be empty. Instead, he caught a flash of movement from the back corner, like a startled raccoon. And then—

“Shh,” Darcy said from inside the cupboard, eyes wide and dead serious. “I’m hiding.”

Steve blinked.

She was somehow folded up like a cat in a box, one leg wedged under her body, hoodie bunched up around her waist, exposing an indecent length of thigh. Her hair was a little wild, mascara slightly smudged. Mischief practically radiated off her.

“You’re hiding,” he repeated.

“From my bad decisions,” she said. “And possibly a man I ghosted. He’s doing life drawing in room 104 and I wasn’t emotionally ready for that.”

Steve braced one hand on the open cabinet door and tried not to look at her bare leg. He failed.

“You can’t be in here,” he said, voice a little too low.

“Why?” she asked innocently, stretching slightly. Her hoodie rode up just enough to show the curve of her hip where it met her waistband. “You got something better to do?”

Steve exhaled slowly. “Darcy.”

“What? It’s not like I’m naked.”

She wasn’t but she might as well have been, with the way her body filled the small space, warm and tempting and utterly unbothered. He was very aware of how close he was standing, of how much effort it was taking not to touch her.

“You’re gonna get me fired,” he muttered.

Darcy grinned. “You’d miss me.”

Somehow, that was it—the thing that tipped it.

He reached in and hauled her out by the wrist, gently but with intent. She yelped in surprise and stumbled forward, landing against his chest, palms flat against his shirt. The contact sent a jolt through them both.

“Steve—”

“You can’t keep flirting with me like this,” he said, breath warm against her cheek. “Not if you don’t mean it.”

She stared up at him, heartbeat thudding. “Who says I don’t mean it?”

He didn’t answer, just kissed her.

The kiss started fast—urgent, all teeth and tongue and months of tension snapping between them. His hands slid down to her waist, gripping tight, and she arched into him without thinking, pulling him closer by the front of his apron. Her back hit the wall of the studio, cool and solid behind her. His body pressed in against hers, broad and hot and overwhelming in the best way.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmured against her lips.

“Good,” she whispered back, nipping his bottom lip. “I’ve been trying.”

Steve’s hand slid up beneath her hoodie, fingers splayed across bare skin, slow and reverent. She gasped into his mouth when his thumb brushed the underside of her breast, just teasing. She shoved his apron aside, tugging at his shirt, frantic now, wanting more contact, more friction, more of him.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered the risk—this was an art classroom, for God’s sake—but Steve’s mouth was on her neck, and he was grinding into her just enough to make her legs go weak.

“Tell me to stop,” he said against her throat, voice strained.

“Why would I do something stupid like that?”

He laughed, low and dark, and then he lifted her—just enough to guide her onto the edge of the supply table. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, pulling him flush against her, and the friction made them both groan.

He kissed her like he was starving. Like he’d been thinking about this for a long, long time.

When he slid her panties to the side and dragged his fingers through the wet heat of her, slow and slick and knowing, she let her head fall back against the wall with a breathless, “Oh fuck, Steve—”

That was all the encouragement he needed.

He unzipped himself just enough, used his fingers to tease her open and dripping, then pushed in—slowly, carefully, groaning her name like it meant something holy.

It did. As much as this was wild and reckless and so inappropriate, it wasn’t just about getting off. It was about finally touching what he’d wanted, finally feeling her—hot and tight and perfect around him.

Darcy clutched at his shoulders, biting her lip to muffle the noises spilling out of her.

“Gonna have to be quiet,” he rasped into her ear, thrusting slow and deep. “Think you can do that for me?”

She nodded, eyes wide, but whimpered when he rolled his hips just right.

“Darcy.”

“I’ll try,” she gasped. “But you’re really—really not helping.”

He grinned against her neck, then did it again.

They moved together like that, desperate and quiet and far too familiar for two people pretending this wasn’t going to change everything. He fucked her like he already knew what she liked, like he’d imagined this a hundred different ways. Darcy let him, gave in to it completely, chasing every wave of pleasure like it was a dare.

When she came, her whole body tensed, jaw clamped shut to stifle the sound—but he felt it. He followed her over the edge with a groan into her skin, hips stuttering, breath catching in her hair.

For a moment, they stayed tangled, breathing and shaking.

Steve pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, still buried deep inside her.

“You okay?” he asked, voice rough.

Darcy nodded. “Better than okay.”

He pulled back to look at her, flushed and fucked-out, and smiled, really smiled. The kind of smile that reached all the way to his eyes.

“So… what now?” she murmured, playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Well,” he said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I guess I’m in the cupboard with you now.”

[astorytotellyourfriends]

omg! omg! stripper eddie, regency brothel :O, spicy narrators and BANKER??????? (these all look so cool, but please make sure you take care of yourself)

thank you!!! don't worry, this is just the masterlist of ideas, i'm definitely not working on all of these at once 😅

stripper eddie is a sapphic hellcheer fic where chrissy goes to the strip club where eddie works for robin's bachelorette party andddd let's just say ... she likes what she sees 😏

the regency brothel au is the brainchild of me and @ebongawk from ... possibly over a year ago at this point? idk i can't remember, but luckily i wrote all of our ideas down so at least i didn't forget that! the basic plot is chrissy is working in a brothel as like a maid or something but jason (ew) demands to buy her time for a night from the brothel mother and eddie steps in to buy out chrissy's contact on the spot because he knows jason's reputation and how he treats the women he pays for and eddie will not let that happen to chrissy.

god every time i'm reminded of the spicy narrators au i just WEEP that i don't have the time for it right now!!! eddie and chrissy are both professional audiobook narrators who work for the same company but they live in different cities so they've never met. but then they're both contracted to narrate dueling povs in a romantasy novel and 👀 things get a lil spicy in and outside of the recording booth...

ok so honestly the banker au is a little bit of a red herring because like yes chrissy works at a bank but it's mostly to further along the rest of the plot which has almost nothing to do with the bank lmfao 😅 but!!! it's still important!!! because that's where she and eddie meet!! (it's also where they're both caught up in a bank robbery, but i promise eddie has nothing to do with it... until he inserts himself into it to save chrissy...)

ask me about my wips

[staceymcgillicuddy]

hi, hope you're okay. *kisses forehead*

hi friend! i am... well, okay is relative. i know i have been m.i.a. for months here and in fandom discord and there are a lot of reasons for that. general summation would be that my dog died, i had to get surgery, i have been sick in other ways, and the depression/anxiety spiral resulting from all of that has basically sucked me dry and turned me into a desiccated husk of a person who lies on the couch and cries 99.9% of the time.

it has also vacuumed any and all creative mojo out of me so that i am even struggling to get done the story for the upcoming hellcheer zine that i'm a part of, so 50% more fun there, too. i'm managing to keep up with rl work (in a high stress position) and that's about it, which i think is also not helping the situation but like, money. money is good to have, as is health insurance.

this feels like such a bummer response but it's more like i'm in this limbo of feeling shitty, but not shitty enough to tip the scales one way or the other, if that makes sense?

anyway, all that to say, i hope YOU are good and that fandom is good and that one day my motivation and will to engage with other human beings returns from the war.