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day 5 of hellcheer week 2023 - yearning
jester eddie: she would never want me 🥺
ballerina chrissy: *literally dreaming about him*
wish i was inspired enough to draw something for the other days but here's what a manage to do for today! @hellcheerweek
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He drew attention to his long hair (he really thought it was an advantage). He praised her skills. He showed his own tattoos. He said he played guitar, and that was without a doubt the most attractive thing about him and he even asked her to watch. Not satisfied, he still gave 25% off on marijuana. seriously, he bet everything here, he launched all his weapons at once.
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#eddissy#eddissy art#hellcheer#hellcheer art#eddie x chrissy#hellcheer week#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#drawing#stranger things
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ㅤ❝ Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight... ❞
Hellcheer week, day 3: Hideout.
Eddie and Chrissy spend a night together in the Munsons' trailer.
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Just 2 angels with different aesthetics 😇🖤
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Hellcheer Week Day two - Rockstar Wife
Part 1 of 2
Writing a fic for this au didn't happen as much as I wanted it to. This was the next best thing. Not gonna lie, it's a little messy but it was super fun.
#hellcheer#eddissy#hellcheer week#hellcheer anniversary#oneyearofhellcheer#hellcheer anniversary week#day two#moodboard#prompt: rockstar wife#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#eddie x chrissy
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“Shame that the bad weather ruined all of your plans.”
“Can’t complain, honestly.”
I am super close to finishing the part 2 of the Chrissy lives AU fan comic. Should be out in less than 10 days. In the mean time, in honour of Hellcheer week, enjoy this little piece.
#hellcheer#hellcheer week#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#stranger things 4#eddie and chrissy#fan art#digital art#romance#procreate
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CALLING ALL KINDRED FREAKS!!
It’s time for our Annual Hellcheer Week. A 7-day creative fanevent to celebrate the ship of Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson from Stranger Things 4.
The event will take place on October 22nd-28th, 2023.
The Prompts:
Sunday 10/22 - FREAK
Monday 10/23 - TATTOO
Tuesday 10/24 - HIDEOUT
Wednesday 10/25 - DO-OVER
Thursday 10/26 - YEARNING
Friday 10/27 - WHAT IF
Saturday 10/28 - RUNAWAY
The Rules:
•share: like, reblog, retweet, and post! The more participants, the more successful the event!
• each day has a prompt which you should use as inspiration for your hellcheer creation. make sure to let us know which prompt inspired your work when you share it.
•when you post, tag us @hellcheerweek and/or use hashtags #hellcheerweek #hellcheerweek2023, so we can share your entries.
•we are celebrating the creators and their creations so if you see an art you like, read a fic you enjoy, etc…kindly let the creator know their work is appreciated. kudos and comments go a long way!
•have fun: fanfic, edits, playlists, fanart, all creative works are encouraged! we look forward to seeing all you come up with!
— X/TWITTER: https://x.com/hellcheerweek/status/1702711636480418122?s=46&t=E9-avR41UB2jxWG6omNVIA
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!! Happy Hellcheer Week !!
Todays prompt is Fantasy - thus the Demons. @hellcheerweek
( Originally posted to my Twitter & Insta @ MadQueenMaddie )
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Well, it looks like the result was pretty unanimous - Hellcheer Anniversary Week will be back again this year!
#hellcheer#hellcheer anniversary week#edissy#hellcheer week#chrissy x eddie#eddie x chrissy#hellcheer nation#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham
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perception check
My contribution to the "What-If" prompt from the lovely folks at @hellcheerweek ! Featuring an answer to the question "what if Eddie's father never went to prison, and he didn't stay in Hawkins long-term."
(If this seems familiar, it's a continuation of a prompt I wrote back in July, and it's the fic I've been calling college/townie in my wrap-ups.)
Rating: E
Pairing: Eddie Munson/Chrissy Cunningham
Chapters: 1 so far
Status: WIP
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Synopsis:
“Chris. Seriously. I hereby give you permission to have a one-night stand with the scuzzy bar boy.”
“But—”
“Trust me. Look at that guy. He’s not judging you—he’s an idiot.”
Chrissy looks at Eddie, who has gone from staring at them to half-wrestling Gareth, the two of them grabbing each other around the middle and punching at kidneys. How that happened in the span of thirty seconds, she doesn’t know, but it certainly makes him more approachable.
Read it on AO3
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The forbidden love between a wanted pirate and a promised princess
first day of @hellcheerweek: Fantasy
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A hellcheer version please
Passion - Francisco Soria Aedo, 1926.
#hellcheer#eddie munson#eddie x chrissy#eddissy#munningham#chrissy this is for you#hellcheer week#chreddie#chrissy#chrissy deserves better#chrissy x eddie#chrissy cunningham#eddissy art#art#francisco soria aedo#passion
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just a sketch🫣
#eddissy#eddissy art#hellcheer#hellcheer art#eddie x chrissy#hellcheer week#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#drawing#stranger things#sketch
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Offer Me Your Hunger
Chapter 1/2: Winter Berry
A Hellcheer Little Red Riding Hood AU
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None
Relationships: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson
Characters: Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson, Jason Carver
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Alternate Universe - Little Red Riding Hood, Fairy Tale Elements, Historical Fantasy, Chrissy Cunningham Cheats on Jason Carver, like sort of, Arranged Marriage, First Time, Sexual Awakening, Dirty Talk, Forest Sex, Outdoor Sex, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Explicit Sexual Content, Power Imbalance
Summary:
For Hellcheerweek 2023 day 7: Runaway
Don't speak to anyone.
Don't leave the path.
Even the youngest child knows these two simple rules for surviving the Darkwood. Chrissy Cunningham is a good girl, sweet and obedient, but she's never been as afraid of the wood as everyone else. And so, as she dons her new red cloak and sets out to visit her sick grandmother, she finds herself seduced by an unfamiliar voice from the trees. That night she dreams of him, and she knows that her days as a frightened little rabbit are coming to an end. It's time to show her teeth.
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“Do I have to work with her?” Eddie asks, casting an anxious eye through Hopper’s office window to the redhead waiting anxiously outside. She was pacing up and down but now she’s lingering like a ghost. Held in limbo. Waiting.
“Mayor sure seems to think so,” Hopper says, and he already looks like he’s lost interest in the whole thing. But Eddie doesn’t appreciate being blindsided. And finding the writer girl waiting for him at his desk, wringing her hands like she expects to be sent away again, is blindsiding him.
“It’s a distraction!” Eddie hisses, mindful that Chrissy doesn’t hear. “I have work to do, and there’s murders to solve and I don’t have time to babysit!” Hopper’s fingers twitch, like he wishes he could still smoke inside the station. He probably could use one, what with Nancy’s ability to accrue overtime, Tommy’s aversion to paperwork and Eddie’s…
Eddie just has stuff going on. He can’t afford to have Chrissy around with her huge eyes and soft voice. He can’t be responsible for another person.
Hopper sighs heavily, in a tone that makes Eddie suspect he’s not about to get his way.
“Look, kid,” he says frankly, as though Eddie isn’t a young man in his thirties with an apartment and a detective shield and fucking tattoos. Their captain has always been like that, with an air of having seen too much and seen it all. They don’t know a lot about Hopper’s home life, but they can guess at enough. Everyone here has lost someone, their grief the driving force behind the desire to hunt down murderers.
“The mayor has pushed for this. The Cunninghams are a big presence in this town, and if their daughter - the established, famous novelist - wants to write a new series on you, then the mayor thinks that it’s good PR.” Eddie scowls.
“She’s a romance novelist,” Eddie points out, even though everyone knows the name C.E. Cunningham. Her books are on every shelf, available at every airport, and have been made into countless Lifetime movies. The girl was born wealthy and made her own money a thousand times over at least. She could stop writing altogether and live out her days in peace. Not waiting by a scratched desk, staring at Eddie’s rubber band ball like it holds the secrets to the universe. “She’s not a crime novelist.”
“No, but she’s going to try,” Hopper counters. Eddie frowns. He’s not sure about the whole idea himself. He went home and read one of her novels the night that they met. The warm, cozy romance, with likable, quirky heroines and just enough plot to keep you from falling asleep was a jarring contrast to the pale girl shaking in the rain that lives in Eddie’s memory. Try as he might, he just can’t get the image of her, white shirt smeared with blood, out of his mind. The first time he saw Chrissy Cunningham and it felt like being struck by lightning. He felt like he was awake for the first time in twelve years, every nerve and sense on fire. Maybe Eddie hadn’t been the only one not wanting it to end.
“Why did she have to choose us as inspiration,” Eddie mutters, picking at the loose threads on Hopper’s spare chair. Hopper just raises an eyebrow.
“You,” he says, the word landing like a blow. “She chose you as inspiration. Fuck knows why. You’re a good detective but…” The words go unspoken, because they don’t need to be said aloud. But you’re damaged. But you have walls. But you don’t let anyone in.
“Look,” Hopper says, keeping his voice low to avoid drawing the attention of the bullpen. Detectives are a nosy bunch and that’s not even getting started on the receptionist, the guy in archives, or the girl that delivers their lunch. Nancy and Tommy have already given him shit about the new girl. He’s never going to hear the end of it after this. “I think this could be good for you. Nancy has her photographer boyfriend, Tommy has friends he sees regularly…but you just…never see anyone.”
“I do!” Eddie protests a little defensively. But it rings hollow and even he knows how pale and empty his life has become. “I have the band and Hellfire…” Hopper rolls his eyes.
“Those are the same people, more or less,” he says bluntly and digs around in his top desk drawer for gum. The lack of nicotine must be getting to him. Hop doesn’t speak again until he’s unpeeled a piece and shoved it into his mouth. “The same three guys you went to high school with. Do you hang out with anyone you’ve met in the last ten years?”
When Eddie doesn’t answer, Hopper triumphantly smacks his gum.
“Thought not,” he says and leans forward over his desk. “You need to come out of your shell. I get grief, especially when you don’t have answers, but this isn’t the way to do it.”
“He was the only family I had,” Eddie says stiffly, because even a decade later, this wound is still raw. The sound of the sprinklers turning on. The door swinging in the late night breeze. Uncle Wayne lying on the trailer floor. And still, no answers. Eddie has followed every lead, chased every piece of evidence, hunted for any possible clue…and still, the only person who ever looked out for Eddie doesn’t have justice.
“I know,” Hopper says softly, so softly that Eddie can see the thread his mind is following. His daughter died, and it wasn’t murder, but it was no less a violent death.
But Hopper doesn’t understand it, the desperate need that has its claws hooked around Eddie’s throat. The need for answers, the need for revenge. To have someone to focus his anger on. He needs to put a face to the person who took his only family away from him, instead of the shapeless ghoul who broke into their trailer and murdered Wayne in cold blood.
Eddie’s gone round and round in the usual way - he should have been there, he shouldn’t have stayed out so late, why was Uncle Wayne even home at that time when he worked night shifts - but all these years later, none of it helps. There’s just a cold case file and a well-polished photo on the bedside table. Uncle Wayne’s favorite baseball cap sitting on Eddie’s desk.
“I’ll try,” Eddie says, because he doesn’t have a choice. And they’d worked well on the Driscoll case after all. He’d even go so far to say that he might not have solved it without her help. For a girl that deals with love triangles and happy endings, her mind works like a homicide detective. She’s sharp. “For a while. If it doesn’t work, she’s out, mayor or no mayor.”
“Sure," Hopper says, as though Eddie has any say in the matter. The mayor would do anything if it meant the town got good publicity. Crime rate keeps rising and that doesn’t look good for his re-election campaign. Sweet little Chrissy shadowing the department has a good spin. “But if you two work together anything like the way you did yesterday, then we won’t have a problem.”
Eddie looks up through the window to catch Chrissy staring right back at him. She can’t possibly hear them but the way her eyes stare right through him make him feel like she already knows everything. His empty apartment. The murder board he hides in the closet. That solving the Driscoll case with her was the most fun he’d felt in years. His job has turned into something dry and repetitive, something he uses to get through the day. Uncle Wayne may not have justice yet but there’s other people who need it.
Chrissy has never known anything other than a charmed life. There is no reason for her to want to follow a disillusioned detective round to the darkest parts of town to see people at their lowest. Some people might think that it’s a gimmick, a sick fascination, a means to sell more novels to a wider audience. But Eddie knows differently. There was something in her eyes that night, some pain that went deeper than the shock at the blood smeared across her hands. It was the look of someone having the veil of the world ripped away and needing to do something about it.
She’s a distraction. She’s a liability. She’s an antidote.
“It already is a problem,” Eddie says and finally, Chrissy turns away.
#Hellcheer#hellcheer week#day three#castle au#edissy#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#oneyearofhellcheer#hellcheer anniversary week#how did I get to day three before I actually WROTE a fic
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