#hellcheer wip

[ebongawk]

aita AU for wip Wednesday :)

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[beaniebagloser]

Here are two short snippets of my latest oneshots that I’m currently working on:

Munver 🏀 🦇

Hellcheer 📣 🦇

[wheremermaidsdwell]

My #HellcheerYouOn project is a longfic that just keeps growing (if this thing breaks 250k I'm writing a stern letter to myself) trying do 40k a month, mostly on track for this month so far.

It is inspired by this old fic of mine and I am out for everyone's feelings with this one. Have some of the first chapter:

Chrissy was so tired of being a problem. For months that was all she was good for. Now here was Eddie looking at her like she was special. Like he still loved her just as much as he did back when they dated and she supposed that must be true because he had interrupted her wedding and asked her to marry him instead. And she’d said yes. An hour ago she thought she was going to have to finally lock up her feelings for Eddie and find a way to get over them, but instead he was here and asking her to run away with him and her life had a shiny technicolor feel after months of black and white dreariness. Chrissy found she really didn’t care if her mother was probably cursing her as she dealt with the social fallout as long as she didn’t catch them at home.

AND a peak at chapter 2 because this thing is half flashbacks baby, you're getting their whole relationship.

(does it still count as a meet cute if someone pukes??)

Chrissy was too focused on emptying her stomach to notice anything until a pair of hands appeared to hold back her hair. They felt nice as she coughed up the last bits in her stomach and straightened, only to see Eddie fucking Munson next to her and she slipped on her heels in shock but thankfully the same hands that had held her hair back steadied her until she righted herself. “Jesus, are you ok?” he asked. For a second all she could do was blink at him in bewilderment that he gave even the slightest shit about whether she was ok or not. Also blink because he was kind of spinning in front of her. She opened her mouth to brush him off and not totally make a worse fool of herself, but it was taking too long to summon her composure because he spoke again. “Chrissy?” She’d never heard Eddie sound kind before and all the mixed up fears in her chest and all the inhibitions banished by her drunkenness led not to her brushing him off but to a sob that made her whole chest heave. “No,” she cried pathetically, “I’m not.” Maybe the first honest thing she’d said all day.

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[lilac-kitkat]

A sappy, pining Hellcheer falling-in-love story. Come for the drama and angst, but stay for the (very possible) happy ending.

From the telling of Eddie Munson's point of view... 🚬💀

Shoutout to @1lostsoul0fishbowl , @a-strange-inkling , + @floggingink for sharing their cute covers! ❤️

✨Chapter 1: here! ✨

[pearlypairings]

Last Sentence Game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

I was tagged by @glitterslag & @justhere4thevibez and I'm working on a hellcheer fic and it's been so long that I forgot how absolutely lovedrunk Chrissy and Eddie can instantly become <3 and I'm super into this last bit I wrote for them:

Her lips grazed his, waking them up to her tenderness. Everything about her was soft and sweet and perfect. He would do anything to keep her safe, protect her from those who try to steal her heart. His lips reciprocated and deepened the kiss until she gently pulled away, mixing her fingers in the locks of his hair. “It’s finally over.” She caressed his cheek with her thumb.

Definitely NOT longer than a sentence lmfao

Tagging, but no pressure <3 : @ashleyfanfic @1lostsoul0fishbowl @iwasateenagevirginiawoolf @nspired1fanfiction @rose-n-gunses @pipergirl17 & whoever else is excited to share some recent WIP lines consider this a tag!

[lokinightfury]

WIP Wednesday @hellcheeranniversaryweek - a snippet and some musings

I'm a day late... Real life once again getting in the way. The sooner I can win the lottery and become a cottage dwelling hermit somewhere in remote Scotland the better.

Some musings to start. I had a few comments on This Is Music along the lines of 'wow this really is a slow burn' when it's super early in the story and our lovely pair are alone together for the very first time (and only their second ever meeting). I know I write long fics, but I'm only on chapter three on the first one was a prologue 🤣

So how long would you expect to wait for the enemies to stop enemy-ing and start loving?

Now for the snippet. A bit of a insight into Chrissy's world outside of the studio, and the background stresses and strains that form the undercurrents of her thinking processes...

She sits on one of the heavy wooden boxes on the set with her eyes closed, having her make-up adjusted again for the lighting change. A second person fusses with her hair, recurling a section and fixing it with a liberal cloud of hairspray. She coughs once as she accidentally inhales the spray. 

"Sorry." She mutters, not needing to open her eyes to know the expression on the make-up artist's face

The shoots themselves were tedious, long days and lots of waiting around while editors and directors discussed direction, lighting and outfits. Chrissy always looked at the photos on the day, wanting to check she was bringing the right energy to them. Like every person she knew, she found looking at photos of herself a little jarring. Never looking quite the same on a screen your mental image of yourself, even after spending years looking at her own photos. But the worst part was always after. Not on the day of the shoot itself, but when they were sent the images for approval prior to publishing. When her legs were mysteriously longer, her waist smaller, her eyes bigger and her hair a shade brighter. No matter how happy she thought she was with the original images, the subtle changes always had her doubting her judgment. Doubting herself. If she should be smaller. Leaner. Anything to fit the shifting ideals of perfection each magazine had for her.

To make it worse, the inevitable comparisons between published campaigns and paparazzi photos would sometimes follow. Why had she gained weight, was she in crisis? Every flaw that didn't exist in the first place pointed out for the world to see, splashed across tabloid magazines. It's one of the reasons she and Nancy chose to live in their apartment in a smaller residential area rather than the more typical address or property someone like her 'should' live in. It was much easier to disappear in their little neighborhood than it would be if she was closer to Central Park. Unless she was actively promoting something, it had become shockingly easy to disappear from the constant glare of the paparazzi, with them only seeking her out if they had some specific story to follow.

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