#hellcheer wip event

[hellcheeranniversaryweek]

1ST JULY

Decades: 1950s

Hot Spot: Hawkins High 1986 Prom

Song Request: I think we’re alone now - Tiffany

R Rated: Handcuffs

Wild card: Role Reversal

      WIP words: dress, tight, switch

2ND JULY

AU: Rival Families

A Classic Trope: Secret Admirer

Mash Up: Arranged marriage x fairytale

Future: Rockstar’s wife

Wild Card: Tragic Tale

      WIP words: match, against, famous

3RD JULY

Decades: 1960s

AU: Castle AU

Meet Cute: Comic Con 

Song Request: Heaven is a place on Earth - Belinda Carlise

Wild Card: What Goes Bump in the Night

      WIP words: wild, nerd, worth

4TH JULY

Mash Up: Witch x Coffee Shop

Hot Spot: Hawkins High Ten Year Reunion

R rated: Back of Eddie’s Van

Future: First baby

Wild Card: An Interfering Matchmaker

      WIP words: wicked, mattress, reunite

5TH JULY

Decades: 2000s

A classic trope: Only one bed

Song Request: Time after time - Cyndi Lauper

Hot Spot: The Hideout

Wild card: Outsider POV

      WIP words: waiting, pillow, drink

6TH JULY

AU: The Detective and the Thief

Meet Cute: Theater kids/the school play

Mash up: Class project x Miscommunication 

Future: Later in life

Wild Card: Double Date

     WIP words: scene, older, pencil

7TH JULY

Decades: 1990s

AU: Married in Vegas

R Rated: Praise Kink

Hot spot: Vacation

Wild Card: Anniversary

     WIP words: lights, celebrate, good

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[hangon-silvergirl]

WIP Wednesday

I'd like to thank @hellcheeranniversaryweek for this kick in the butt. (And it's still Wednesday on the west coast!)

From Marigold:

#hellcheer wip event #wip wednesday #wip weekly challenge #hellcheer fanfic #hellcheer #my stories #hellcheer fanfic: marigold

[hellfiretropical]

@hellcheeranniversaryweek

Day Two - A classic Trope: Secret Admirer

After 3 years on the road, Correded Coffin finally tries to reach success with a romantic ballad - written by Eddie and inspired by an old and secret love - being released together with the band's first videoclip. But Eddie will have a surprise: the model hired for the recording is none other than Chrissy Cunnigham, his old high school crush. With this unexpected meeting, they don't intend to waste what seems to be the last chance given by fate for them to finally be together.

PS: I wrote this prompt last year and thought it would be worth reusing it.

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[foundtherightwords]

Love in a Storm - Chapter 10

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham (Regency AU)

Summary: A devastating loss threatens the happy marriage of Edward and Christine Munson, Lord and Lady Hurtsfield. However, when Edward is accused of a crime he didn't commit, Christine has to set her grief aside and embark on a perilous journey to prove her husband's innocence.

Warnings: childbirth, stillbirth, infertility, angst, false accusation, wrongful imprisonment, legal drama, some violence (non-graphic), some smut (non-explicit)

Chapter word count: 3.9k

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

Chapter 10

It was early still, but Edward was ready when the guards opened the door to his cell and ushered him into the carriage that would take him to the Old Bailey. He hadn't slept. He wanted this day to be over even before it had begun, and it was only the thought of seeing Christine again that compelled him to enter the courtroom.

But she was nowhere to be seen.

He scoured the gallery in vain for those horrid blue feathers, though in truth, he would have still known her without them. He would know her in his heart and his soul. Yet his heart and soul were empty now, for where was she? At first, he had thought she was simply late. The street outside was crowded with curious onlookers; she might have had some trouble getting through them. But as the minutes ticked by and the courtroom slowly filled up without any sign of Christine, his impatience turned to apprehension. He beckoned to Murray, who went over to the dock.

"Did you talk to Lady Hurstfield at all after the trial yesterday?" Edward asked.

A shifty look crossed Murray's face as his eyes darted to the gallery, and Edward's fear multiplied tenfold.

"Only to advise her not to visit you," the barrister said. "But she insisted, and I didn't see her again after that."

"Why did you tell her not to visit me?"

Before Murray could answer, Lord Chief Justice Abbott came in, and the trial began, so Edward had no chance to continue his questioning.

There wasn't much left to the trial that morning. Several witnesses were called and testified that they had seen Edward around Cato Street before and on the night of the shooting of Benson, as well as the night the conspirators were arrested. On cross-examination, Murray established that nobody had actually seen Edward on Cato Street, only around it, which was perfectly reasonable given the closeness of the Misses Hargrove's house to the area.

Edward scarcely took any of it in. He was busy going over in his mind all the possibilities of where Christine could be. He recalled the way she had admitted to meeting with the Duke of Hauxwell, the doubt in her voice when she asked if she'd done the right thing, the fervor of her kisses, and her promise to do whatever it took to free him. Suddenly, the sweetness of their night together took on a hideous meaning. Suppose it was Christine's way of apologizing to him, or, worse, of saying goodbye to him, before she gave herself to Hauxwell? Could she do something like that? Would she do it? But if that had been her plan all along, why had she told him about going to see Hauxwell at all? Had it been a ruse, to lure him into a sense of false security, to make him believe she would never consider Hauxwell's proposition, when in fact she had already made up her mind? Question after question piled up in Edward's mind like debris piling up in a river during a storm. Soon the river would flood, and he had no idea what he would do then.

He remembered how Christine had brought up his mother's affair, and now he was certain it was because she had planned to go to Hauxwell. She had tried to gauge his reaction, his opinion on extramarital affairs. But surely, she knew the sanctity of marriage had never been that important to him; to him, it was mutual respect, affection, and honesty that bonded two people together, not some law of church or men. And if she had gone to Hauxwell, it wouldn't have been an affair. It would be blackmail, plain and simple.

Even as he thought this, however, Edward couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy. He had told Christine, in no uncertain terms, that he would stand by her, no matter what she decided, but now, faced with the possibility that she had accepted Hauxwell's offer, he wasn't sure if he could keep his word. He knew it was cowardly of him, despicable even, to feel injured and betrayed, considering she had done so (if she really had) only to save him, but he couldn't stop himself, especially when he remembered how Christine had once looked at Hauxwell. She had been entranced, like one under a spell. Edward knew he didn't have that effect on Christine. He knew she loved him, of course, but he had never made her swoon with just a look. Perhaps Hauxwell had used that charm on Christine, made her an agreeable offer, and tricked her into thinking he would really help her... Anger burned in Edward's chest, made more unbearable by the fact that he was powerless to do anything about it.

Murray knew something, Edward was sure of it. The barrister wasn't his usual boisterous self that morning, not since the moment Edward pointed out Christine's absence, and though his tongue was as sharp as ever during the cross-examination, he seemed almost distracted. But Murray's distraction only confused Edward further. Surely, Christine wouldn't reveal Hauxwell's indecent offer to Murray, of all people?

The last witness stepped down. Abbott was turning to the jury, getting ready to recapitulate the evidence to them, when there was a ruckus in the back of the courtroom.

A clerk squeezed through the other functionaries, went up to Murray, put a piece of paper into his hand, and whispered something to him, before lowering his head and backing down in front of Abbott's glare. Murray looked shocked for a second, then, as he read the paper, a huge weight seemed to have dropped away from him. His look of concern and distraction vanished; the sarcastic glint came back into his eyes as he approached the judge's chair.

"My Lord Chief Justice," he said, "may I request a stay in the summation of the evidence? I was advised that new information recently came to light and must be taken into consideration."

"What new information?" Abbott barked. "The trial is completed, all the evidence is heard. I shall not have you disrupt my courtroom with your theatrics again, sir!"

"It is not theatrics, my lord," Murray said with the most ingratiating smile. "Would you deny testimony that could further illuminate the events?"

Edward could almost see the dilemma rolling in Abbott's mind. He might have been instructed by the Privy Council to secure a guilty verdict, but he was also a strict observer of rules and therefore could not break from normal proceedings, which demanded that every piece of evidence was heard, as long as the sentence had not been passed. Finally, with a gritting of his teeth, Abbott nodded.

Murray turned smugly to the door of the chamber and gave a signal. Every head turned.

A young woman was led into the courtroom.

It was Jane.

Edward's jaw dropped as he watched his sister approach the judge, but it was less because of her, and more because of the person following closely behind her.

Christine.

She was still wearing the same clothes she had the previous day, though without her monstrosity of a hat, and looking rather the worse for wear, but her blue eyes, as they settled on him, were ablaze with such a fire that he could have picked her out in a crowd of millions. Edward was so relieved he almost floated. He realized he might not have made her swoon with just a look, but no one else could make her light up like that either. How could he have been so foolish as to think that she had given herself to another man, when she looked at him like that?

Christine gave Jane's hand a squeeze, nodded at her encouragingly, then slipped back into the crowd of spectators in the gallery. Edward didn't follow her, but he could sense her eyes on him still. He felt ten feet tall, and he knew everything would be all right now, because Christine was here at last.

Jane came to stand in front of the judge. She, too, seemed to have gained confidence and was no longer the timid, fearful girl Edward had met two months ago.

"State your name, madam," Abbott said sternly, "and let us hear this 'new information' regarding the charges against Lord Hurstfield."  

"My name is Jane Ives, of Bloomington, Shropshire. Lately, I came to London to escape a... dangerous situation, and received the assistance of Miss Beatrice and Miss Minerva Hargrove. It was at their house that I made Lord Hurstfield's acquaintance."

"The Misses Hargrove can testify to confirm this," Murray chimed in, which earned him a scowl from Abbott.

"I thank you not to interrupt in my courtroom, sir," the judge boomed, but without his usual vehemence. He motioned for Jane to continue.

As a hush fell upon the courtroom, Jane retold the events Edward had already known - a brief sketch of her flight from Henry Creel and the orphanage, how Edward had given her the pistols, how Creel had taken them from her, and what she knew of the shooting. It was the whole truth, save for the one fact - the familial connection between them. Edward was grateful that Jane chose not to divulge it. Such a scandalous secret would not win him any favor with the judge and the jury. But the foremost question in his mind was how Christine and Murray had pulled this off, how they had convinced Jane to come forward. Judging by Murray's initial shock, the barrister had been just as stunned as Edward. No, this was all Christine. She must have found a way to persuade Jane somehow, as he knew she would.

Once Jane had finished, Abbott's scowl of skepticism remained. "What proof have you that this man Creel was the one that fired the shot?"

Murray stepped up. "Allow me, my lord," he said, presenting the judge with the paper. "Here is an account from a Bow Street officer, confirming that last night, a man fitting Henry Creel's description was arrested for assault in Clerkenwell. A pistol was found in his possession, matching the pistol that was used to shoot Benson. There are also reasons to believe that Creel was responsible for the murder of a young woman named Patricia McKinney in Whitechapel last week."

One word caught Edward's attention. Clerkenwell. That was just outside of the Steel. Arrested for assault... Did this have anything to do with Christine's disheveled appearance and lateness? She wouldn't be so foolhardy as to face Creel herself, would she? He turned toward the gallery and caught her expression, a little smile that was both sheepish and triumphant, as if she was saying "I'm so sorry for worrying you, but it's all right now because everything has turned out well," which confirmed his suspicion.

Wild emotions rose within Edward. Anger at Creel for having the audacity to go after Christine, at himself for putting her in danger, at Christine for being so reckless, at Murray for allowing it, mixed with relief, and above all, thankfulness for Christine. His sweet, brave, precious Christine. He could love her for hundreds of lifetimes and it still wouldn't be enough to show his gratitude for her.

Abbott looked over the paper, his scowl deepening. Clearly, the judge was not happy with the way the trial was going, but there was little he could do.

"And where is Creel now?" he asked.

"Being taken to Newgate while Bow Street Court draws up the charges, my lord," Murray replied. "Do we agree that, if Lord Hurstfield had nothing to do with the shooting of Benson, then his presence near Cato Street on the 23rd of February was nothing but an unfortunate coincidence?"

"That would be for the jury to decide!" Abbott shouted.

Murray raised an eyebrow and inclined his head toward the jury.

Abbott heaved a long sigh. "Very well," he said, his mouth puckered like he was tasting something that had gone off. "The jury will take this new evidence into consideration."

An excited buzz grew, chasing away the hush that had settled over the courtroom while Jane told her story. The jury retired to deliberate. Edward's heart thumped so hard he couldn't breathe, and he didn't dare look in Christine's direction, afraid the blaze in her eyes would be too much for him to bear. He gripped the rough wooden surface of the dock in front of him, wondering how many prisoners had done so before him, and what hope and fear raged in their hearts. For his part, he didn't dare hope. He didn't even dare think ahead. He concentrated on counting the minutes until the jury returned.

It took fifteen minutes, though, for all of Edward's agonizing suspense, it could have been five hours. As the jurors filed back into their seats, he watched them carefully, trying to guess from their expressions what verdict they had come to, but his vision seemed to be blurring, turning the courtroom into patches of browns and grays and blacks. Only the blue of Christine's eyes, as blue as the summer sky above the Dales, as blue as the love-in-a-mist, their favorite flower, remained clear, for he saw it with his heart rather than his eyes.

"Has the jury reached a decision?" Abbott asked.

"We have, my lord," the foreman replied.

"And?" the old judge prompted, irritated.

"On the first count of murder, we found the prisoner not guilty."

The buzz rose higher. Edward wasn't sure if it came from the spectators or merely the pounding of the blood in his veins.

A glare from Abbott silenced the courtroom. The foreman cleared his throat and continued, "On the second count of treason, we found the prisoner... not guilty."

The gallery went wild.

Abbott and the prosecutors exchanged sour glances.

Edward felt his joints giving way all at once, and he collapsed in the dock, the hammering of his heart mingling with the hubbub around him into one noise. He lifted his eyes to the gallery and saw Christine's posture mirroring his own as she slumped in her seat, her face buried in her hands, her whole body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. Beatrice and Minerva were hovering next to her, rubbing her back and patting her shoulders in a futile attempt to soothe her. If he could, Edward would have leaped over all those tables and chairs and court functionaries and spectators to reach her, to wrap her in his embrace, and never let her go. Then her face emerged from behind her hands, tear-stained but radiant with joy, like the sun emerging after the rain. As she locked eyes with him, the rest of the courtroom faded away, and he reminded himself that there would be time to hold her later, all the time in the world.

***

Christine felt like one who had just wakened from a horrific nightmare. Darkness and the screaming demons were gone; there was only the comfort of a beloved's embrace and daybreak and birdsong outside.

The relief was so immense, she couldn't believe it. She had left the courtroom in a daze, and even now, even as Murray, Edward, and Jane emerged from the Old Bailey and she threw propriety to the wind and ran into Edward's waiting arms, she still couldn't quite grasp that it was really over, that those two months of agony and anxiety and fear were finished. Edward shook hands with the Misses Hargrove and Mr. Clarke, who had stayed in London to see the trial to its conclusion, and thanked them for their support, and joked about taking a nice long bath and never wanting to see another bowl of gruel in his entire life. He was making light of the whole situation, but from his tight grip around her waist and the slight tremor in his voice, Christine knew he was feeling the same way she did.

Afterward, Jane went back to the lodging house to gather her things before coming to Hanover Square to stay, per Edward and Christine's invitation. Christine offered to accompany her back to Southwark, but Jane declined, saying Edward and Christine should have some time together. Christine blushed a little at that, but she was thankful to Jane for her tact. Jane would have to remain in London to testify against Creel, but now that he was behind bars, there was no longer any cause for concern.

The crowds were so eager to get home after the entertainment of the trial that it took a while for Christine and Edward to find a cab, but eventually, down the street from the Old Bailey, a cab pulled up to them. The driver, wrapped up against the still-chilly spring air, called out, "Cab, sir?", and they climbed on gratefully.

Once the cab's door closed behind them, Christine fell into Edward's arms again, dropping kisses all over his face and his hands, mumbling incoherent words of gratitude, while happy tears flowed down her cheeks. Edward's cheeks were wet as well, though from her tears or his own, she couldn't tell. It was a long while before the tears dried and the two of them were somewhat calmed, as they settled into their favorite position - Christine reclining against Edward, with her back to his chest and her head fitted perfectly into the crook of his neck, and his arms wrapped around her.

But Edward still had other things on his mind.

"Sweetheart, please tell me you had nothing to do with Creel's arrest," he said, rubbing at a dirt spot on her dress.

The thought of Creel caused Christine to involuntarily shudder, as she remembered her horrifying flight from him. The shock of the fall on the cobblestones only lingered as a little soreness in her limbs, but the fear remained strong, the fear when she'd felt his grip on her foot, which turned into wild desperation as she'd kicked out with all her might and crawled away, and then the enormous relief when she heard a shout and the sound of jackboots on the pavement, as the guards of Coldbath Fields Prison came to her aid. Creel had tried to run, but they had chased him down, caught him, and handed him over to the police. They had even fetched the prison's doctor to take care of Owens's wound.  

She knew Edward would ask about it, and she would tell him everything, eventually. But not yet. Edward must be exhausted after his time in prison and the trial, and she didn't want to vex him. So she took his hand, laced her fingers through his, and brushed her lips over his knuckles. "I promise you, I didn't do anything foolish or reckless," she said. And it was the truth. It wasn't her fault that Creel had followed her to the prison, knocked Owens out, and lain in wait for her. "Besides, I am here, I am safe, Jane is safe, Creel is arrested, and you are acquitted. Aren't those the most important things?"

Edward sighed. "But it pains me to think of what you had to endure, what you had to do for me—"

Christine turned around impatiently to face him. "You've said that you trusted my judgment," she said. "And my judgment is this: sometimes the end justifies the means." Then she added, to soften her stern words, "I shall tell you all about it when we are both calmer. But only if you cease all this useless self-blame."

Edward regarded her with something like awe, which took her by surprise. There were many things she knew she could always find in his gaze - love, affection, admiration, trust. But he had always been protective of her, almost overly so. Now he was looking at her as if he'd just realized she could protect him. His eyes sparkled softly, and it was his turn to kiss her hands. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to question your judgment. I know you're strong."

"Can you apologize better than that?" she whispered. He smiled in response and drew her closer and kissed her lips.

Their kiss was interrupted by a shout, indistinct but coming closer, accompanied by the frantic rattling of a carriage.

Edward opened the window and looked out. "Why, it's Murray!" he exclaimed. "He's hailing us—what on Earth—stop the cab!" The driver must be hard of hearing, for he only whipped the horse harder. Edward leaned out of the window and thumped the top of the cab. "Driver, stop!"

The cab slowed to a halt. The other cab caught up, and Murray jumped out and ran over to them, huffing and panting, his eyes popping out behind his spectacles.

"I just received a message from Bow Street," he said through the window, not even waiting for Edward to open the door. "Creel's escaped. He killed the constable who was transporting him to Newgate and took the carriage."

Fear crashed back into Christine with such a force that it knocked the wind out of her and set her heart pounding again. Edward glanced back at her briefly, and she saw her panic reflected on his face.

"When?" he asked Murray.

"A few hours ago."

Creel could be anywhere by now, vanished into the maze of London once more.

"Could it be possible that he knows where Jane is staying?" asked Edward.

Murray looked distinctly uncomfortable. "I... I don't know."

"Then we must warn her." Edward turned to Christine. "Sweetheart, return to Hanover Square and instruct the servants to lock all the doors and bar all the windows to the house. Murray and I are going to bring Jane—"

"No!" She grabbed his arm. She had just gotten him back, did he really think she was going to let him go again? "I know she is your sister, but you don't know what Creel is capable of. Let the police handle this, Edward. Please."

"If we wait for the police, it might be too late."

This was true. Christine chewed on her lips, torn between wanting to keep Edward safe and protecting Jane. "Then we shall go together," she decided. "Mr. Murray can find some constables and follow." When Edward still hesitated, she took both of his hands in hers and looked straight into his eyes. "I can do this, Edward," she said. "Let me do this."

He relented. "All right. Murray, do you have the address?"

"I remember the route," Christine said, before Murray could answer. "To Southwark, please, driver. And hurry!"

As the cab tore down the Queen Street Bridge, Christine kept her hands entwined in Edward's. Their fingers were both freezing cold, but at least the presence of another pair of hands—of his hands—was a comfort.

When they reached Southwark, Christine put her head out of the window to watch for familiar landmarks and directed the driver to turn here and there. After a while, the driver said, irritated, "If you have the exact address, ma'am, I could get us there much quicker than this!"

"I'm sorry, but I don't—we're almost there," she replied, noticing a familiar alley looming ahead. "Here, stop! We can walk from here. And if you wait for us, I shall pay double."

Christine ducked back into the cab to grab her reticule. "We're here?" Edward asked, and she nodded. Then, without waiting for the driver, she opened the door to step out—

—and found herself facing a razor-sharp blade and the chilling smile of Henry Creel.

Chapter 11

A/N: I'm sorry for ending two chapters in a row on a cliffhanger, but we're almost at the end now, so please bear with me!

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[theladycarpathia]

WIP Wednesday - Editing prompt

Hey, I’m late again. Like nearly two days late. FOR SHAME.

So people on varying Hellcheer Discords will know that I’ve been having a lot of trouble with chapter three of And My Waves Meet Your Shore. The rest of the chapter came out so easily and there was this one scene that I have been running into walls with for weeks. 

The whole chapter is a combination of Chrissy’s past and how she ended up on the Hellfire combined with a little of where she is now, feeling at home with the crew and their captain. And there was one scene THAT I COULD NOT MAKE WORK. It was terrible. It was boring. It waffled. I knew I was going to have to cut it but that left me with the dreaded problem of finding something to replace it. I could have just removed it but I felt that would leave a gap. 

It was @staceymcgillicuddy who solved my problem. I scrapped it and changed POV. And the rewrite is going well of what I’ve managed so far! We see so much of Chrissy that actually Eddie’s side of things was the fresh perspective that I needed to make it interesting. 

I’m also editing all of my oneshots for Hellcheer week! (and furiously finishing one or two, we won’t discuss that.)

Have a chunk of a good part of the upcoming chapter of my pirate au!

***

“Don’t I get a description?” she asks, curling up her fingers. Her bag is tucked down her sleeve and she’s suddenly glad that she took the precaution. She’s not used to being unable to trust the people around her.

“Young man in a pirate’s hat,” the man says, lazily. “Really can’t miss him. Off you pop.”

Chrissy takes a deep breath and decides that the fight isn’t worth it. She has to find Captain Munson. Steve had found out that the Hellfire was only due to stop in Hawkins for a very short time, and she has to hope that his intel is correct. There is no other option for her.

She makes her way through the crowded tables, the hoards of drunk patrons and more than once she has to slip out of the way of a grasping hand. She feels as though she’s wandering further into a dragon’s den and that any moment the open maw may snap shut around her, trapping her inside.

But then she spots a table tucked into the corner, its occupant only just hidden by the wall of the booth. But resting in front of him on the table is a very large black hat, decorated with a grand feather.

She stops short, suddenly a little afraid. Despite Steve’s assurances that Captain Munson is a good man, she is not sure of the measure of it when that man is also a pirate. 

But in the end, a good man and a pirate means more than the man waiting for her at home. So she pulls herself up straight, licks her lips, and steps forward.

***

If you’re thinking that sounds a bit familiar, you’d be right. The end of the chapter leads into the first chapter where Chrissy finds Eddie in the Hawk and Dog. 

But if you want to know how she got there, you’ll have to wait until I kick the rest of the chapter into shape. 

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[tatiyatesuli]

WIP Wednesday So, here's a little something about my witch/familiar AU Spellbound, which I haven't updated in months despite knowing exactly where I'm going with this plot.

Give a 5-word summary of this chapter/fic.

Keep an eye on Eddie!

What is your favorite dialogue or action scene you’ve written so far?

“You fucked a cat?!” Steve screamed. Chrissy blushed down to her neck at the idea that her friends thought she would have sex with Eddie in his animal form. Knowing damn well what she was thinking, the cat licked her shoulder and she shivered at the roughness of his tongue. No, thank you. “Ew, why would you think that?!” She whined.

What scene are you most hyped and/or dreading for this chapter/fic?

I'm very happy at the scene where Chrissy introduces Eddie to her cover but I'm not sure where to go from there.

What character is giving you the hardest time while writing?

Chrissy.

Write the next 5 sentences and share.

Nancy's request turned out to be a very difficult one. Chrissy thought it would be easy to know what Eddie was doing every second of the day, given their mental connection, but she noticed that wasn't as automatic as she thought. The further he got from her, the harder she had to concentrate to reach him, and she couldn't do this all day. There was no option but to stay physically close to him, and although Chrissy would never complain about his company, the reality of the situation was a little tricky. Eddie had to go to school with her.

#hellcheer #hellcheer anniversary week #oneyearofhellcheer #wip wednesday #hellcheer wip event #hellcheerweek wip event

[pearlypairings]

wip wednesday:)

for this week's WIP challenge curated by @hellcheeranniversaryweek I figured I'd share 5 sentences (#5 on the post's list) of one of my works in the google doc oven :) ⋆✩⋆｡°✩

Eddie and Chrissy sit on the back porch of his uncle’s trailer, pointing out the constellations that Dustin had taught them during the last new moon. Chrissy had learned she likes the Summer Triangle, which has the three of the brightest stars—Deneb, Vega, and Altair; the trio glint amid the dark blanket of the summer night sky of Hawkins. Stars seem easier to spot with the moon tucked away, waiting to be reborn into the next lunar cycle. City lights are too far away to dampen the stars’ spirits in front of the two young admirers.

This fic is more of a meditation on love in quiet moments, appreciating the simple gifts of presence. Sharing coffee together, splitting your last cigarette, gazing at the stars together in the middle of night when not a peep of other people can be heard. Joy that vibrates in the smallest of moments and gestures, but mean more than the grandest displays of affection.

That kind of thing:)

#hellcheer #hellcheer wip event #hellcheer wip #hellcheer anniversary #hellcheer anniversary week #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #wip event

[charmingwillow]

Sooo,

I've made vague mentions of a wip every now and then. It wasn't something I was ready to share since it was so new and felt too precious. Something that was just for me. It's not Jily-- it's a new ship, new fandom, new subject matter... But I'm on chapter 4 out of a planned 12(ish) and I'm ready to let some of this cat out of it's bag.

😈

This is for Hellcheer Week, wip Wednesday:

1. Give a 5-word summary of this fic:

Hellcheer as creative writing buddies.

Or, Chrissy is encouraged by Ms. Kelley to do something outside of her comfort zone so she ditches woodshop with Jason for creative writing.

2. What is your favorite dialogue scene you've written so far?

She noticed him...

Out of the corner of her eye, in between classes in the hall, on the outskirts of the gym or lunch. His wild hair, his band shirts, his trailing scent of cigarettes, forest and leather... But it was sort of interesting how once she noticed, she'd look up and find his eyes on her, too.

She couldn't shake the feeling that he noticed her, too.

(it's the unrecognized crush for me)

3. What scene are you most hyped for this fic?

Literally any time Eddie and Chrissy have a conversation ☀️

4. What character is giving you the hardest time while writing?

Chrissy- it's hard being in her head for extremely personal and relatable reasons.

5. Write the next 5 several (lol) sentences and share:

(Context: Chrissy is having a hard day following a bad night with her mom)

Something pressed down on her foot, at just the toe. Chrissy opened her eyes to find Eddie's boot against her sneaker, hard enough that a smudge of gray got left behind when he pulled away.

Eddie watched her carefully, his dark eyes narrow with concern, flickering between hers. It felt like he was looking for some way through her stormy thoughts. Like there was some safe shelter he could hunker down in. The image, comical in it's impossibility, sent a pitiful, sighing laugh out of her mouth.

"I feel crazy," she whispered to him.

Eddie's eyes softened, and he adjusted in his seat, hand lifting to her-- face? Hair?-- before dropping back down to his desk. His boot pressed against her shoe again.

"You're not."

Anyway, I might share more details as I go, but I'm the slowest writer on the planet so for the full fic, come back in a few months 💀

#hellcheer #hellcheer wip event #hellcheer anniversary week #oneyearofhellcheer #this fic is my heart on my sleeve 🥺 #ahhh okay back in my reclusive cave

[baddreamsandoldbones]

@hellcheeranniversaryweek

WIP WEDNESDAY - WIP AMNESTY

“Why are our dates always in graveyards?” Chrissy asks casually. Eddie swings their gloved hands back and forth, looking like any other young couple in love.

If most young couples didn’t hide stakes and knives in their pockets.

“Convenience?” he says. Ahead of them, Nancy and Jonathan stalk between the graves. Nancy’s fashionable dark coat flares out with every step, while Jonathan is tucked up in his dad’s old jacket. “We’re out here anyway. We get to spend time together and risk our lives in one easy package.”

“Romantic,” Chrissy adds, but honestly? She doesn’t mind. It’s kind of their thing and there’s not a member of the party who hasn’t been on a date in the Hawkins graveyard. 

“I take you to all the best places, sweetheart,” Eddie says, with that impish grin that makes her heart stop. She squeezes his palm in hers, having to restrain herself from staring at him instead of the scattered graves looming out of the dark. She’s psychic. Not stupid.

This is a ‘I really hope I come back to some day’ rather than will never finish type thing. I started this Buffy AU for the Hellcheer AU bingo and ran out of time to finish it. And then I had other projects and finishing this one just got away from me. So far, I just don’t have concrete plans to do so.

I started this AU with Harringrove week but I never actually had Hellcheer on the page so I jumped at writing for them in this universe. And reading it again with their dynamic and psychic!Chrissy, I’m feeling that this is a missed opportunity I’d love to come back to.

#hellcheer #hellcheer week #oneyearofhellcheer #hellcheer wip event #wip weekly challenge #buffy au #edissy #hellcheeranniversary #i am late to the party

[bluebunnymoose]

Hopping on the Hellcheer WIP Wednesday for 5/31 - Q&A! The answers below are for "I've Got a Feeling This Year's for Me and You," the fic I started in December and will aim to finish just in time for “Christmas in July.” 😅

1. Give a 5-word summary of this chapter/fic

For the fic? Chrissy deserves a good Christmas. For the chapter (last one): Revelations & Eddie’s heroic climb.

2. What is your favorite dialogue or action scene you’ve written so far?

Eddie (literally) running into Chrissy on the A train on Christmas Eve-Eve: "The car rocked sideways, and Chrissy lurched to the floor . . . or would have if not for the heavily-ringed hands holding her up. Chrissy’s heart stopped the same moment her knees gave out. She knew those hands. The man they were attached to cursed and rambled faster. He’d always done that when he was nervous. If she hadn’t suddenly been shocked sober, she might’ve thought she was hallucinating. Or maybe she’d actually hit her head and was rolling like a rag doll across the floor."

3. What scene are you most hyped and/or dreading for this chapter/fic?

I'm nervous that Chrissy's explanation for why she avoided him is going to sound too contrived, hence why I've been dragging my feet to write chapter.

4. What character is giving you the hardest time while writing?

Chrissy! For Eddie all I need is a few well-placed curses and I can write his parts, but it takes a while for me to find Chrissy’s voice/headspace.

5. Write the next 5 sentences and share.

"Despite the ice slicking every sidewalk, Chrissy fled back to Eddie’s like the Devil was after her, though in reality it was only one woefully unathletic metalhead. Given how long he’d spent throwing up demon horns, the joke wasn’t lost on him. His smoker’s lungs were begging for salvation by the time he ushered her through the door.

'Damn, Cunningham, I haven’t moved that fast since P.E.,' he chuckled raggedly as he shucked off his leather jacket. 'Coach Henry didn’t show me any mercy either.' 

Chrissy didn’t say a word."

#hellcheer #eddissy #WIP Wednesday #hellcheer wip event

[hellcheeranniversaryweek]

#hellcheer #edissy #hellcheer anniversary week #oneyearofhellcheer #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #hellcheer nation #more details to follow #announcement #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #munningham #art #fic #wip #moodboards #gif #spread the love #hellcheer event #hellcheer wip event #hellcheer prompt event

[outlandishwhalesharks]

For @hellcheeranniversaryweek WIP Wednesday

So I've got a ton of WIPs but I think the one giving me the most trouble is my Gremlins AU. I had originally planned for hellcheer xmas but well figuring out the tone just kinda stopped me in my tracks.

I wanted to keep it fun but also dark and kind of traumatic, like the movie, but balancing all three has proven hard.

Also I ended up watching the Gremlins episode of Dead Meat and that had me wanting to make the two deaths I planned (Jason and Laura obviously:) a little more gorey like the creators had originally planned for the movie.

Anways I ended up getting stuck on finding that perfect mix. But I am working on it again and will hopefully have it up some time in July, ya know like Christmas in July though Jo Dante himself said its not a Christmas movie lol

And yes I have plans for a G2 ya'll!!! Sorry I just love these movies.

***

Eddie walks towards  the drama room to grab his dnd books he left there after their session the night before. He's got big plans for the next campaign and wants to get started on it during the Christmas break. 

He opens the door to see a scene that he can't quite comprehend.

 What the actual fuck.

There are green goblin monster things running around the room attacking Chrissy fucking Cunningham who is standing on his throne with a prop sword trying to bat them away. 

Honestly the scene would be hot if it weren't so fucking bizarre. 

Then he sees another body in the corner. And oh good shit is that Jason Carver?!?!? Or what's left of him anyway. 

He takes a deep breath resisting every urge to run. Doing so only because the Queen needs help and he's nothing if not her loyal subject. 

He tries not to catch the things' attention as he quietly tip toes towards the back cabinets where they keep tools for set design.

Chrissy keeps them distracted as he finds the object he's been searching for, a nail gun. 

"Hey monster things!" He shouts using his most intimidating dm voice.

Their attention saps to him and he starts shooting nails.

He misses the first couple tries but as he gets close he's able to pelt one in the head multiple times, taking it out. 

The cheerleader seizes the opportunity to kick the table in front of her, over on to another monster. As she does his throne topples over but she's able to maintain her balance while using the sword to whack at the third and final thing and make the perfect landing.

Again in any other circumstance it'd be hot as hell.

#hellcheer #hellcheer anniversary week #hellcheer wip event #wip wednesday

[erythromanc3r]

WIP Wednesday by way of the @hellcheeranniversaryweek prompt for this week, I’m pretty sure I can finish brimstone, wrapped up in a bow in 10 chapters. I know I said I was aiming for 11 but [Tyler, the creator voice] that was a fucking lie.

This next chapter is coming along gorgeously (when my top molar isn’t actively trying to kill me) and I’ve learned so much about the value of outlining long form fics on a chapter-by-chapter basis. Nothing but respect to those of you who can fly by the seat of your pants, I’ve realized I’m not that girl 🥴

Some other projects I have in mind for anniversary week:

Among the Willows-verse pregnancy/baby fic?

Something I don’t want to give away because it’s gonna be a banger but it’s inspired by day one’s wip word: switch

At least a moodboard or the first chapter of something for the “rockstar’s wife” prompt

#hellcheer #wip wednesday #hellcheer anniversary week #oneyearofhellcheer #hellcheer week wip event

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

The flaming pineapple in my inner monologue as I go to bed.

#i need to.finish this chapter tomorrow #havent updated since june and i feel like shit about it #after i update the other two wips i might just go and finish them one at a time #why the fuck did i start 9 wips? #never again #and i swear to god if i do it again someone please shoot me #three max #i feel like im letting people down with how long it takes to update the eay im doing it #oh fuck #i just remembered i signed up for the tropes event for gallavich too #which at least it has what i need to write about. the word minimum. and due date #but fuck #not to mention my two eddie munson fics #and its hellcheer week and one is a hellcheer fic #just #fuck #why cant i do anything besides scroll on different socials until i have to DO something? #ive been off for 5 days tomorrow #and i dont feel like ive done much of anything #cleaned yeah #organized crafts yeah #but thats about it #uuuggghhhhh #ignore my ramblings #i just #WANT to do better #shameless #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher

[theladycarpathia]

It’s Hellcheer WIP Wednesday! Looking at the questions, one WIP came immediately to mind. @hellcheeranniversaryweek

Give a 5-word summary of this fic. And My Waves Meet Your Shore is my ‘Lady Christine meets Pirate-Captain Eddie’ fic. It started as a scene for a prompt for Hellcheer week last October and it’s now grown to a 50K, eleven chapter monster. And it’s still not done! So far I’ve only posted two chapters and I’m currently editing/finishing the rest.

What is your favorite dialogue or action scene you’ve written so far? I can’t put any of it here because I don’t want to spoil it but there’s a part in chapter 4 I just LOVE. Chrissy realises that she’s made a mistake and this particular scene is a really emotional ‘race for your love’ type of thing.

What scene are you most hyped and/or dreading for this chapter/fic? Currently stressing over the epilogue, but I’m hoping that once I’ve truly finished everything else it will fall into place. It feels like a big task, writing the happy ending and what comes after. I adore this fic so much, I need to make sure that the final chapter is the best it can be.

What character is giving you the hardest time while writing? Chrissy is usually the hardest to write, just because she changes so much over the fic. She starts as someone so beaten down by other people’s control of her and really shifts into this person who is ready to fight for what she wants. Sometimes her head-space is easy for me to type and others it isn’t.

Write the next 5 sentences and share. “Only two months until the wedding,” Jason says lightly, as they begin their careful waltz across the dance floor. Chrissy tries to think of nothing else than keeping her feet moving, her spine straight, and for the churning in her stomach to not overwhelm her.  “So soon?” she asks, as though their impending wedding is something that she is looking forward to, as opposed to the inevitable worst day of her life. “I didn’t want a long engagement and your mother certainly agreed,” Jason says jovially and Chrissy nearly missteps. She is dancing with the devil and he is determined to keep her on a very tight leash. 

#hellcheer #my pirate fic #and my waves meet your shore #eddissy #edissy #hellcheer week #oneyearofhellcheer #WIP Wednesday #hellcheer wip event

[darcylightninglewis]

Good morning!!! Sorry to bother but since you are the most knowledgeable person I know about Hellcheer can I ask you if you have ever read a fic where Chrissy survives Vecna and then joins the group to defeat him? Thanks in advance and have a great day!!!

Okay, first off, you're never a bother, ever.

Secondly, I am honored by your ask. Sorry for the delayed response, it's...it's been a weird emotional exhausting few days but we're back!

Where my brain immediately went to

Chrissy and Eddie’s Infinite Mixtape by @little-scribblers-heart

What may be (to my reading knowledge) the most epic rewrite of S4, really can't recommend LovelyThings enough.

(sooner or later it comes down to fate) i might as well be the one by @majicmarker

Another great one and one of the best stream of conscious Eddie writers I've ever come across. Their fics always make me laugh.

someone reaching back for me by @enoughtotemptme

Okay, this one is gonna make you sad, but eventually very happy too! It was the first groundhog style fix its fics I read for season 4 and introduced me to the writer's work who I also can't rec enough.

EDIT

OMFG, I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T INCLUDE @hangon-silvergirl!! Thank you for pointing out my mistake, @majicmarker <33

Bonus Tracks by @hangon-silvergirl

Everything by her is amazing and this is no exception. I love it when folks use things we learn from con's in fic (like Chrissy's would be Vecna song), superb. A WIP, but off to a killer start.

Now below these are ones that have been on my Marked for Later list because I'm just in need of pure uncut fluff these days but come highly recommended.

the pleasure, the privilege, is mine. by melodicvinyl

I just love the starting premise of this one, I can see it being a thing Eddie does to make her smile or it's actually his mundane superpower that finally comes in handy. Also love their other fics too.

Linger by CircusBones

Hawkin's High 10 Year Reunion! Class of 86! Chrissy Cunningham has built a life in California, far from the demons of her youth, from her mother to Vecna. There's people who were always good to her, though. Healing might have taken her away from them, and coming back has its own challenges. This story moves between the events of 1986, and Chrissy experiencing Hawkins ten years later.

I've read their shieldshock fics and love them so I'm sure I'll love this too.

like hands that tick on a clock by theredhoodie

What if Chrissy Cunningham wasn't Vecna's first victim, but she survived instead? How would that have changed things for everyone? A ST4 shippy rewrite.

aesthetic chills by sloelimbs

"aesthetic chills" is the literal translation of frisson, which is the feeling you get when listening to a really good piece of music.

put your lips close to mine, as long as they don't touch by Percyjacksonfan3

Here's the thing about Chrissy Cunningham: she actually is the straight laced dependable good girl that everyone thinks she is. She's also, until she starts having these weird visions that make her feel like she's going out of her mind, insanely bored. Or, alternatively, the fix-it AU where Chrissy doesn't die and she and Eddie try and figure out what the hell is going on with her. And with them. Also, the usual gang is there. Eventually. Because these two need some serious help fighting demons and figuring out that they are not just friends.

If I missed an author's tumblr name please forgive me, I'm preeeetty brain dead. If I missed any fellow Hellcheerios, please drop them in the comments as I'm sure this isn't an exhaustive list. But hopefully enough to get you started babes!!

Hellcheer to canon:

#fic rec #hellcheer #eddissy #st au fic #otp: you're a freak