#hellcheer wrapped

[cunninghamchrissie]

hellcheer wrapped ❤️‍🔥

ppl on twitter are doing a hellcheer wrapped, where they share their favorite fics and/or fanart of the year, so i wanted to bring it here too bc i know not everyone’s on twitter. i chose to share my favorite wips bc everyone else is doing completed works, which i love so much and i know a lot of ppl prefer to read finished stuff, but i just wanted to show some love to these fics, and i promise they’re all so worth reading rn and waiting for updates, whenever the authors are able to share them. 

so, my top five, in absolute no order whatsoever i love these absolutely equally: 

🧘🏼‍♀️ One More Time, Steal My Breath by @deliriumsdelight7  No Vecna AU. Seven years after graduating and leaving Hawkins in the dust, Eddie Munson is a rising star in LA. Fame and the BDSM lifestyle have left him feeling hollow and unfulfilled. All that changes when he sees a familiar face across the room at a play party.

🛻 If We Don’t Leave This Town (We Might Never Make It Out) by @astorytotellyourfriends  Chrissy finally finds the strength to leave a terrible situation, only for her getaway car to break down just over the Illinois border. Now she's stranded, as well as broke, and has to rely on the kindness of strangers. The mysterious mechanic who takes pity on her may look mean and scary with his wild hair, calloused hands, and grease stains, but Chrissy quickly discovers that underneath all of that, he may as well be a teddy bear.

🎸 oh, pretty baby, where’ve you been? @majicmarker  Five years after high school graduation, a clandestine temp agency assignment brings Eddie and Chrissy back together.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 Old Haunts by @a-strange-inkling  Nine years ago, after the world didn’t end, Eddie Munson took Chrissy Cunningham and ran like hell out of Hawkins, Indiana. When Laura Cunningham suddenly dies, Eddie and Chrissy are forced back home to face some old demons.

🩰 pas de deux by @cunnninghams  when it takes all of two bats of her eyelashes for single dad eddie munson to sign his daughter up for ballet classes, he doesn’t expect to see an all too familiar face as her ballet instructor. and he definitely doesn’t see it coming when he sees her again, in a much different situation.

thank you so much for writing and sharing these w us, these fics have made me so happy this year 🤍   

[roxymorondraws]

Hellcheer Wrapped

I’d post my recommendations but there are way too many. Just seriously thanks and great job to all the Hellcheer Content Creators. I’m amazed at how much work we’ve been able to squeeze out of 5 minutes of screen time!

but if I had to recommend at least one it’s Vecna’s Bride by @a-strange-inkling which was inspired by my artwork and it’s amazing and I demand everyone read it!

[hellcheeranniversaryweek]

Save the dates, Hellcheer Nation - you won't believe what we have planned for you...

@hellcheersource @hellcheerficdatabase

[majicmarker]

welp, i don’t feel like digging around for my original tumblr post, buuuuuut i updated my eddissy / jason pov fic:

wish he would get over you

chapter 9: lightning.

or: read from the beginning

[harritudur]

eddie the freak with chrissy the cheerleader?

[ebongawk]

ao3 wrapped: 5, 16, 29 !

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

I'm not actually finished with it but so far, give me your hand (give me your sound) is getting significantly more attention than I was expecting! I didn't think the fandom was so excitable regarding a/b/o 😂

16. What's your most common "Additional Tags" tag?

lmao according to AO3 it's "vaginal sex" followed closely by "vaginal fingering" so we know what I'm about

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Gods, I've probably said this eighty-seven times now but, "I mean, Christ, Cunningham, don't you realize? You already have my heart between your teeth; take a fucking bite! At least that way, even if you break it, I'll always have the scar to remember you by." - from we're a lie (you and I)

[a-strange-inkling]

Old Haunts

Nine years ago, after the world didn’t end, Eddie Munson took Chrissy Cunningham and ran like hell out of Hawkins, Indiana.

When Laura Cunningham suddenly dies, Eddie and Chrissy are forced back home to face some old demons.

Chapter 7/7 is live:

Very bittersweet to have this finally finished! 😭🥺 I’m going to miss writing the girls in a full length story! But I look forward to writing the prequel and other fics in this universe!

Thank you all for reading!! 💕💕💕

[pietro-t1me]

Unsurprisingly, HellCheer and Taylor Swift dominated my Spotify Wrapped 🫶🏻🎸📣

[rose-n-gunses]

okay wait what songs/artists do we think eddie and chrissy would have on their spotify wrapped

[phoenixwrites]

1, 15, 22 for the AO3 Wrapped!

1. How many words have you written this year?

I caveat this that I usually don’t do my AO3 wrapped till January, because I’m really good at updating just under the wire, and I think there will be further updates by the end of December. But as of 12/15, my wordcount for 2023 has been 373,046, holy shit, it was that much?! Thank you Hellcheer, for breaking a years long fanfic updating rut…

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

Most of them! I don’t anticipate finishing anything within the month, except for “I Would Eat His Heart in the Marketplace”, which is one scene away from completion.

22. Which work has the most comments?

“Keep Sweet” has 629 comment threads and has overtook pretty much everything as my most popular fic!

A03 Wrapped

[deliriumsdelight7]

13 for hellcheer?

Oh COME ON you probably picked the perfect one. “Odd One” by Sick Puppies. This practically writes itself.

Throwing this under a cut for references to past child abuse.

“How do you do it?”

Eddie glanced up from where he was sparking up the joint the two of them were about to share. Chrissy was lying flat on her back on the picnic table, legs dangling over the edge from the knees down. His leather jacket padded the backs of her legs where her skirt left them bare, protecting all that soft-looking skin from any wayward splinters.

“Do what, Cunningham?” he asked, finally getting it to light. He took two inhales - puff, puff - and passed it over to her.

She accepted it readily, sitting up on her elbows to take a hit. “How do you deal with… all of that?” she clarified, gesturing toward the school. “I mean… they say such mean things about you, and it just… doesn’t bother you. They hate you, and you don’t care. How do you do it?”

“They hate me?” Clutching his chest as though he’d just received a mortal blow, he shot her a wry grin. “You mean I haven’t won over the masses with my rapier wit and devilish good looks?” Accepting the joint, he took another hit.

“Nope. Just me.”

Eddie nearly choked on his lungful of smoke. Only experience and sheer principle kept it in his lungs; he broke out the good shit when he smoked with Chrissy, and he wasn’t about to waste it on a one-liner that may or may not have been flirting.

No matter how pretty her smile was when she said it. No matter how often she’d come to see him since ditching her asshole boyfriend a month ago.

Stick to the topic, Munson, he scolded himself, asking the joint to buy himself a few seconds. “Ever heard the old saying, ‘sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me?’” he quipped, carefully avoiding the murky waters her words revealed.

“Of course I have.” He offered her the joint, which she refused with a wave and a shake of her head. Her arms wrapped around her middle, her shoulders hunching as if she was trying to protect herself from something. “But when those words come from people you love… people whose opinion matters to you… that hurts worse than anything.”

Eddie nodded in silence. He knew how that was. Twelve years living with his old man had taught him that, no matter what sort of marks were left behind by a fist, a belt, a lit cigarette, nothing left a lasting impression like cruel, cutting words that were targeted to the soft, gooey center. Especially when they came from a parent who was supposed to love you unconditionally.

And judging by the fingertip-shaped bruises he’d seen on her neck, upper arms and, on one occasion, her thighs, Chrissy knew that just as well as he did.

“I’ll let you in on a secret, Cunningham,” he said, leaning in close as if to whisper in her ear. The smell of her cherry lip gloss and vanilla shampoo made his mouth water. But it was the fragile, hopeful look in her eyes that had him clenching his fists to keep from leaning in to kiss her. “You’re right. That shit hurts. Never stops hurting. Even after you’ve heard it a million times, that shit has a way of getting under your skin and festering.”

It didn’t take any effort at all for his brain to conjure up a thousand different epithets in a hundred different voices. Freak. Degenerate. Worthless piece of shit. Waste of space. Failure. Dead-ender.

He pushed them away with practiced ease - ease that he’d fought and struggled and clawed to obtain.

“But what you’ve gotta remember is,” he continued, “anybody who says that shit to you? Their opinions aren’t worth jack shit. Fuck every one of ‘em. If they can’t accept you, can’t - can’t love you for who you are, then they don’t deserve to take up space in your head.” Daringly, he tapped her forehead with one fingertip. “That there’s prime real estate, Cunningham. Don’t go giving it away to people who just wanna trash the place.”

“So who do I give it to?” she asked.

“Uhhh… artists? Landscapers? Builders? Sorry, the metaphor’s gotten away from me. Point is, you’ve gotta surround yourself with people who make you happy. Who make you feel safe. Like you’re enough just the way you are.” Eddie shrugged. “Fill the place up with people who build you up, and it gets easier to drown out the assholes.”

“Oh.” For nearly a minute, the two of them sat in silence. The only sounds were the wind in the trees and the creak of the picnic table as Chrissy slowly swung her legs back and forth. “Hey, Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

Chrissy leaned forward, and for one heartstopping moment, he thought she was going to kiss him. And she did, sort of, pressing her petal-soft lips to his cheek. When she pulled back, he could still feel the sticky-sweet imprint of her lip gloss.

“I care what you think.”

It took all his self-control not to whoop aloud. It wasn’t a declaration of passionate, everlasting infatuation, but it was a good start. He settled for bumping her forehead affectionately with his.

“Yeah, Cunningham,” he said, “I care what you think, too.”

[hellcheeranniversaryweek]

And here's the info for our wrap up event!

If you can't quite finish a piece of work in time, no worries...we'll be reblogging any late work for a few days after. The AO3 collection will be open for you to add works at any time.

We're hoping to make a visual representation of the works created for this event via a lookbook hosted and created by one of our mods, Pupcakes. Find the sign up sheet here letting us know that you approve us using snippets of fic or art for this project! Everything will be appropriately credited. Find the original post here.

And finally, this year we'll have masterlists of the events created for each day. On top of the AO3 collection, we hope that it will make it easier for everyone to see what's been created for our second year!

We'll post with the #hellcheerwrapped tag once the event is done so use this if you need to find something from the wrap up week.

[majicmarker]

slowly but surely i’m keeping at the jason pov fic, like, we’re actually gonna Finish This One, folks, i just need to milk my focus for all it’s worth

[longclawislightbringer]

WIP TAG GAME

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

tagged by @cahirdyffryns

so many of these are just called untitled whoops. I'll try to explain them a little more Here we go!

Rolling Stone Issue 513, Hellcheer

Hey There Demons, It’s Me, Ya Girl, Nace

Petticoats & Roses, Robin/Raven

Save the Date sequel, Hero/Don John

Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me a Match, (GOT Hogwarts AU series) Robb/Daenerys, Gendrya, Jonsa

I Dreamt of You, Cahir/Ciri

Madeleine Can Be a Little Manipulative, as a Treat, Madeleine/Safin

Misunderstandings, Maleval

Fated, Nimulot

Blood Moon Rising, Jonsa

Star Trek AU, Jonsa

Subtlety, Jonsa

The Ballad of Mad Sweeney, Mad Wife

Soulmate AU, Bromtilda

Post-Finale Marriage of Convenience, Felix/Murphy

Dancing with the Stars AU, Dasey

Untitled Thoschei one-shot

Halloween Undercover as Lovers, Nace

Mistaken Identity Love at First Sight, Edwina/Prince Friedrich

I think that’s all of them? Some of them definitely have more work done on them than others, and some of them are just glimmers of an idea at this point.

Alright tagging some other delightful people @hucklebucket @dustinswill @voidsteffy @platanchorsociety @scarletslippers @wendy-daahling @her-madjesty (you do not have to do the Twelve Days of Christmas fics though--kind of want to be surprised by those lol)

[peachpieatmidnight]

I’d love to do one of the Spotify Wrapped challenges. But like…everyone else has like Taylor Swift and Harry Style and good shit for fic writing. Meanwhile, I AM Eddie and I’m like…how would I turn Ozzy into FanFiction?

[ebongawk]

1, 6, and 7 🤍

How many words have you written this year?

Not including what I haven't published (mostly bc I don't feel like doing math) AO3 is telling me that I have published 223,336 words! Which is more than I expected tbh 🥹

6. Favorite title you used?

tbh probably bound to deliver bc I thought it was very clever wordplay since it's a story about bondage lmao.

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist's songs did you pull from the most?

So, for my hellcheer stories I intentionally only use song lyric titles, but I do my best not to pull from the same artist (barring my never a lie series bc we're a lie (you and I) and dancing in the light are both from Dio's Rainbow in the Dark.) But I guess I do tend to favor Dio for my Eddie titles and for Chrissy I automatically default to Pat Benatar lmao. I've also pulled from Michael Jackson, David Bowie, Judas Priest and Fall Out Boy lmao.