#hellcheer wrapped

[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

[pearlypairings]

Ao3 wrapped: 3, 16, and/or 29 💕

hello my sweet losty!! always a pleasure to reply to your asks<333

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

ooo for 2024 this is tough! actually this year I've been really happy with what I've posted because I let myself have fun and learn. To narrow it down, I love the photocheer series in general especially, from TIAL to now LTLI, because it really feels fleshed out and tender from my pov.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

To no one's surprise, my most common tag this year is fluff lmao.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

My favorite tidbit was actually my first time posting a work that was more graphic than fic....here's one of my favorite pages from that work:

[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

[stevesaxetogrind]

Once again asking people to stop saying Eddie is a gay gay gaiety gay in the same breath as they use footage from him flustered over Chrissy for their ship.

[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

[littlexdeaths]

trouble in paradise?

older brother’s best friend eddie x fem reader

warnings: angsty angst im sowwy, reader is bit insecure and jealous, implied hellcheer

it’s a recipe for disaster masterlist.

a/n: this takes place right at the end of the car troubles saga for reference! also i’m sorry in advance, we had to spice things up a little bit tee hee. xx.

you knew it was too good to be true.

because there she was, perfect chrissy fucking cunningham.

the girl eddie had been pining over since high school. you knew all about his massive crush on the former cheerleader, since sid had never stopped teasing eddie about it.

you were always a bit jealous of her because of it. with her pretty strawberry blonde curls that cascaded down her back and her gleaming smile that could light up a room.

you’d never be as good as her.

she was giggling at something he said, her fingers wrapped around the meat of his bicep as they left the shop’s office. where not even a few days prior eddie had you pinned to the other side of that door.

but a few steamy make out sessions didn’t secure his loyalty to you. and from the goo goo eyes they were giving each other, you knew you had lost your chance.

neither of them had noticed you yet, which you were thankful for.

you had originally dropped by to bring him a lunch as a small thank you for all the work he did on your car. knowing he rarely ever packed one himself besides a bag of pretzels and whatever he could get from the vending machine in the break room.

you had all but skipped inside the shop, still on cloud nine from seeing him the night before. eddie had snuck in your bedroom after your brother had passed out in a weed induced coma, whispering pretty promises in between the heated press of his lips on yours.

“i want you, sweetheart.” he’d said, brown eyes full of sincerity. “more than just this… i want you to be my girl.”

but those promises clearly meant nothing to him, as he so easily moved onto her no less than twelve hours after he’d been in your bed. and you can’t help but feel so incredibly stupid for believing he really liked you in the first place.

before you can make an even bigger fool of yourself, you dump the paper bag into the trash and quickly rush out the auto shop as tears begin to blur your vision. completely unaware that lucas sinclair had witnessed that entire interaction.

while lucas may not know exactly what’s going on between you and eddie, the look of betrayal on your face spoke volumes.

“yo! eddie!” he shouts, fishing the crumbled bag out of the trash once chrissy leaves the shop. eddie’s name is written across the front in sharpie, with a little heart dotting over the i.

the younger male frowns when eddie’s jogs over to him and he thrusts the bag into his arms.

“really not cool, man.” lucas just shakes his head and walks away.

and eddie is dumbfounded, what did he do?

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[bebethsas]

It is a sweaty night in July, in 2023.

It is 4:32 in the morning.

Despite the sticky heat outside, the AC in my house pumps chilly air through my vents, to be blown through the room by my standing fan, chilling me enough to wrap myself in a blanket.

I am sitting criss-cross style on my bed, both hands pressed to my mouth, breathing shallow and probably needlessly noisy (I wouldn't know; I'm wearing my noise-cancelling headphones).

I'm lightly damp with sweat and my heart is hammering in my chest, but I don't dare move my eyes from my laptop's screen as I slowly scroll, line by line, down chapter 16, in order to stop myself from reading ahead.

I'm all but holding my breath as my imagination paints the entire scene in stark detail, from Chrissy's braided pigtails to the combo of blood-and-vomit coating the bottom half of Eddie's face to the slumped form of fabric-and-annoying-flesh that is the unconscious (and possibly concussed) form of Jason.

...It is actually 5:21 PM in a moderately-temperatured late afternoon/ evening in May, 2024, but every time I listen to this song, it's not.

Every time I listen to it, I'm shot back through time to the first time I read chapter 16, shaking, sweating, tears starting to bead in my eyes, reliving all the emotions I originally felt at that time.

Chrissy and Eddie’s Infinite Mixtape fans will get this

[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.

[hotluncheddie]

Luck o' the Irish

written for the May @steddiemicrofic prompt 'top' !

wc: 510 | rated: T | cw: alcohol | tags: Modern AU, Meetcute, Gay Disaster Eddie Munson, Platonic Hellcheer, Buckingham, Chubby Steve Harrington (as always)

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‘Stupid water looks gross green.’ Eddie mumbles to himself, leaning on the railing and looking down at the dyed Chicago river.

Someone knocks into him, his beer sloshing onto his hand and all he gets is a distant ‘sorry dude’ thrown his way.

The only reason he’s here is Chrissy’s determination to end his dry spell, which somehow means making him hang out at overcrowded bars on St Patrick’s day. 

He kind of hates it. But he love her, even if hungover Chrissy is like living with a troll... He should ask her if she knows any riddles. 

He giggles to himself and downs the rest of his beer. Gripping the railing more tightly as he sways a little. Maybe he needs a water.

‘Eddie!’ Chrissy squeals, shoving back over to him through the crowd. ‘Look! I made friends! They escaped from Hawkins too!’ She lunges at him, wrapping her skinny arms around his neck and squeezing. 

Chrissy lets go to hook elbows with a tall, freckled girl wearing a forest green button up and slacks. Totally Chrissy’s type. Soft butch, cute. 

‘Hi.’ Eddie waves, giving Chris a look and smiling as the girl keeps glancing sideways at her, like she can’t believe her luck. 

Eddie likes her, he decides. 

‘Eddie this is Robin and, oh, where’d your friend go?’ Chrissy asks, straining her neck and leaning more heavily into the girls side. Freckle girl, Robin, goes even redder. Yeah, Eddie likes her. 

‘Hey.’ Someone says from Eddie’s left. He turns and finds a guy standing next to him, with big soft eyes and green glitter on his cheeks, a green bandana tied around his neck, highlighting his soft jaw. White tank and tight blue jean shorts showing off the hairy chub of his waist and thighs… He’s gorgeous. 

‘Oh! Here’s Steve.’ Chrissy chirps. ‘Robs friend! From Hawkins! Steve this is my friend Eddie, the one I was telling you about.’ Her eyes on Eddie sharp, because she knows, knows Steve is exactly his type.

‘To-top o’ the mornin’ to ya.’ Eddie stammers.

Steve raises an eyebrow. Crossing his arms and Eddie is so not distracted by the way his pecs flex, little peak of cleavage visible at his neckline, flecks of glitter shimmering in his chest hair. 

Eddie snaps his eyes back up.

‘Are you Irish?’ Steve asks.

‘…no.’ 

‘Oh.’ He pouts. ‘Think I can still kiss you later though?’ His finger tracing the neckline of Eddie’s t-shirt. It’s Chrissy's from last year, faded green with “kiss me I’m Irish” stretched across his chest.  

Eddie gulps, cheeks going hot, but he manages to nod. 

A smile stretches across Steve’s face, stars shining in his eyes. ‘Well, aren’t I lucky.’ He murmurs, cocking his head to the side. 

‘Let's do shots.’ Chrissy declares, wicked grin on her face and she starts walking to the next bar over, pulling Robin with her. 

Eddie thinks again, vaguely, about water. 

But then he’s distracted by Steve’s fingers lacing with his own, soft smile on his face as he pulls Eddie along with him.  

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[spacebabesuki]

Hellcheer - {Christmas AU}

The house glittered like a dream—a thousand tiny lights wrapped around the roof, trailing down the porch columns, and weaving through the shrubs in the yard.

The soft melody of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” played from inside, filtering through the slightly open window. Eddie grumbled under his breath as he adjusted another strand of lights, his gloved fingers fumbling against the icy wire.

Christmas music wasn’t exactly his thing, but ever since December began, Chrissy had been so full of excitement that he secretly didn’t mind Sinatra’s cheesy songs. Seeing the sparkle in her big blue eyes as she hummed along was worth every carol stuck in his head.

She stood by the window, the warm lights of the string lights he was putting up reflecting on her face as they entered the living room, a mug of hot chocolate cradled between her hands. Her gaze stayed fixed on him as he leaned precariously off the ladder, determined to get every bulb in place.

Her chest tightened with an overwhelming mix of love and disbelief. Growing up, Christmas had never been about joy for her. It was silence, tension, and pretending. There had never been a tree, no presents, no lights—just a dark, lonely house she couldn’t wait to escape.

But now, here she was. With Eddie. Their little house glowed like something out of a storybook. It wasn’t much, but it was theirs. And just a week ago, Eddie had come home after a long day, his jacket covered in snow, with a tree strapped to the top of his van. She’d let out a little scream of happiness—the kind he loved so much—and they had spent the whole night decorating it together.

Now, he was out in the freezing cold, putting up lights all around the outside of the house. He didn’t know what he was doing, and he’d probably fall off the roof any second, but he didn’t care. He’d do anything for her.

Chrissy stepped outside, the cold biting through her sweater, but she didn’t care. “Eddie!” she called softly, her breath forming a misty cloud in the crisp air. “Come down already. You’re freezing out here!”

Eddie glanced down, his curls spilling out from under his beanie. His lips curved into a mischievous grin when he spotted her. “Not until it’s perfect, sweetheart!”

“You’re crazy!” she laughed, shaking her head.

“Crazy about you,” he shot back with a wink.

She gazed around, her heart swelling as she took in the decorations. The lights on the house he was hanging shimmered like a golden, starry sky, so beautiful it felt like a dream. It was as if the world had paused, and everything was bathed in the soft glow of magic. As the lights flickered to life, her eyes welled with tears, the overwhelming beauty of the moment too much for her to hold in.

But his grin faded when he noticed her wiping at her eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

He climbed down the ladder, his boots crunching in the snow as he approached her. He took off his gloves just to touch her, his hands—cold and calloused but gentle—cupping her face, his rings cool against her flushed cheeks. “Chrissy, talk to me. What happened?”

Her lips trembled as she tried to find the words. “It’s nothing bad,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “It’s just… you did all this. For me.”

Eddie frowned, his thumbs brushing away the tears that spilled down her cheeks. “Of course I did. You love shiny things, and Christmas lights, don’t you? They’re the shiniest. You deserve all of this, my sweet girl. I’d put them all over this whole motherfuckin’ town for you. More than this.” His eyes softened, dark and deep like molten chocolate, and her heart ached with the overwhelming love they held.

“I never had this before,” she admitted, her voice small. “Christmas… it wasn’t a thing in my house. And now—” Her voice cracked, and she gestured helplessly at the glowing lights, at him. “Now I have you, and this house, and it’s like… it’s like I’m dreaming.”

Eddie’s face broke into the softest smile she’d ever seen. He leaned down, brushing his cold nose against hers before pressing the gentlest kiss to her lips.

“You’re not dreaming, baby,” he murmured. “This is real. And it’s just the beginning. Every Christmas from now on? It’s gonna be lights and trees and cookies and—hell, I’ll even wear one of those stupid Santa hats if it makes you smile. You’re my dream,” he whispered, his voice full of quiet sincerity, as if every word was a promise he intended to keep.

Chrissy laughed through her tears, sniffling as she shook her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it,” he teased, kissing her again—soft and slow, savoring her.

The wind picked up, making her shiver. Eddie noticed instantly, pulling her closer and slipping his hands under her arms. “Alright, that’s enough crying in the cold for one night,” he said, scooping her up effortlessly into his arms.

“Eddie!” she squealed, holding onto his shoulders as he carried her toward the door.

“Shhh, Princess, I got you,” he said, kissing her temple as they crossed the threshold into the warm house. “Let me take care of you. You’re my girl, after all.”

Her heart melted at the nickname, and she buried her face in his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin and the steady beat of his heart.

Inside, the room smelled of pine from the Christmas tree they’d picked out together. Eddie set her down gently on the couch, kneeling in front of her to take the now-cold mug from her hands. “Stay here, okay? I’ll heat this up for you.”

Chrissy reached out, catching his hand. “Eddie… thank you.”

He paused, tilting his head with that soft smile again. “For what, baby?”

“For… everything. For making me feel safe. For making me believe Christmas could be magical.”

Eddie leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers. “I love you, Chrissy Cunningham. And I’ll spend every Christmas proving it. And every Halloween, Thanksgiving, summer… every day, just showing you how much.”

Her lips quirked into a smile, her heart swelling. “I love you too, Eddie Munson.”

With the lights twinkling outside and the warmth of their home surrounding them, Chrissy realized this wasn’t just her first real Christmas—it was the start of something she never thought she could have. A life filled with love, and Eddie.

“In your warm arms, you turned my winters into wonderlands, my darkness into dazzling lights. Every twinkling light feels like a promise—our forever starts here.”

She looks at him with her big blue eyes, shining brighter than the stars, knowing that as long as she’s his, even the cold feels like home.