#hellcheer wip event

[writrsblock]

casting devious stares (and there she was)

rating: m words: 5.7k read on ao3: here 💞

Robin smiles wide and takes the megaphone off the table. A buzzing of feedback and then, “Good evening Chicago! Why don't you ladies look extremely ravishing? Especially you Tonya.” Ruby earrings inclines her head with a smirk. “We’ll begin in just five minutes! I have the boys locked up in the company basement, but fret not!” She lifts a finger, “Only one of them is feral.” - Chrissy and Eddie both find themselves badgered into attending a speed dating event; on Valentine's Day no less.

[hellcheeranniversaryweek]

Hello, Hellcheers! Well, our first WIP has come to a close but it was a success. Many of you commented how much you enjoyed the event, with the collaboration and making new friends as a high point. We would love to run it again, so please do complete the final feedback form if you haven't already. If you have filled it out, thanks so much! It will enable us to run it much more smoothly in the future with a focus on more structure, communication, and time. As this was a test run, it was much shorter than we'd prefer and I know some of you wanted more time to work on your creations. BUT this one was so short because we have something HUGE planned for year four of our annual event! More details about that soon and we'll be releasing a poll at the end of this week to see what interest there is. A few of you even mentioned wanting this in your feedback forms 👀 so we're very hopeful. But if it doesn't go ahead - don't worry. We'll still have our usual prompt event to mark our four incredible years. Our wonderful @arisque will be handling the artwork and banners for it again and as someone who's seen a small peek, it's going to be fantastic!

And finally, we'll be promoting anything you finished or created during this event. But if you want to tag us at any point with whatever you made, even after this promo week is over, please do! We love showing off the amazing work made by our community.

[foundtherightwords]

WIP Wednesday

I finally started my fic for @hellcheeranniversaryweek's Bingo event, so here's a sneak peek! (No prize for guessing what my prompt is 😉)

Chrissy had never realized how sad a speakeasy looked during the day. Granted, she'd only been to the Hideout a handful of times—it was too close to home and therefore posed a much higher risk of her getting caught; so her preferred joint was Star Court, on the other side of town—but as she ducked through the unassuming, peeling brown door tucked between a pharmacy and a Laundromat, she thought she'd come to the wrong place. Instead of the soft, diffused glimmer of the chandelier giving it an air of glamor and mystery, the harsh sunlight shining through the two tiny windows at the front of the building showed a large, empty room, looking forlorn without its crowd of patrons. The parquet floor was scuffed from so many pairs of dancing feet, the walls were stained with nicotine, the chairs were rickety, and the tables—Chrissy made the mistake of grabbing one for balance when she stumbled over the high threshold—were sticky with spilled beer and cocktails. Thankfully, she was wearing gloves, but one of those gloves was ruined now. But this was no time to feel squeamish. She had more important business to attend to. And here was the object of that business—the man sitting at the corner table. Slumped, more like. He had his feet on the table, his head tipped back, his face covered by a crumpled fedora, so only his mouth was visible, hanging open, snoring softly. Chrissy frowned. This wasn't how she imagined a notorious gangster and rumrunner would be like. Still, appearances could be deceiving. She'd asked for him, and the barman had directed her to him, so he must be the right one. Gathering her courage, she called, "Mr. Kas?" The sleeping man didn't stir.

[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:

[edumunson]

@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.

[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. 

[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.

[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:)