#hellcheer hc

[spacebabesuki]

— Star-crossed lovers, the Romeo and Juliet of the ’80s.

[slutabed]

getting v emotional about eddie and chrissy today bc like i love "chrissy survives" headcanons of gay eddie munson and his bff gay chrissy cunningham

but i also love suffering and the angst of what could have been but never was SO: potentially bi eddie munson rekindling his middle school crush on chrissy cunningham just in time for her to die in front of his eyes, and now his whole relationship with steve (or at least just the start of it) is a devastating negotiation of allowing himself to really fall for someone new when he never truly got a chance to love or grieve for one of the first loves of his life, someone so different from him who still saw who he was beneath the front he put on to face the world

[ebongawk]

modern!Chrissy’s Vecna song is Passenger by Noah Kahan I don’t make the rules

[theperksofbeingbarbie]

Thinking about that picture of Eddie's room that includes his acoustic guitar and how it's his take on Woody Guthrie's guitar. Thinking about Wayne buying Eddie his first acoustic guitar. Thinking about Eddie growing up listening to old school country with Wayne, to the point where he decorates his guitar like one of the greats. Thinking about Wayne and Eddie driving around aimlessly listening to Johnny Cash, and being some of Eddie's favorite memories.

[wynnyfryd]

i see your “steve is an oblivious idiot who doesn’t realize he’s being flirted with” and raise you “eddie is an oblivious idiot who doesn’t realize that he’s flirting”

[somemultifandomshit]

Chrissy: Jail is no fun.

Eddie: You’ve been to jail?

Chrissy: Once, in monopoly.

[typhoidcandy]

it's hilarious to me how people still try to convince themselves and others that hellcheer was platonic and they weren't flirting with each other in the forest scene despite all the evidence from the writers, directors and actors saying they were. like eddie and chrissy were canonically into each other, get over it already. it's been nearly 3 damn years.

[wheremermaidsdwell]

Please and thank

update: it has pointed out this is relevant info: eddie dies and gets turned early in the fic due to Reasons so he's not terribly USED to being a vampire nor super keen on it

[str4wb3rry-fire]

i keep seeing all these soulmate aus where when you turn 18 your soulmates name appears somewhere on your body yada yada ...

however, i want to see one where their true name appears. like stevie harrington appears somewhere on eddie/robin (personally i think robin should always be the (platonic) soulmate), but steve hasnt realized hes trans yet or just hasnt come out. so eddie/robin is just rly confused.

OR ALTERNATIVELY

eddie munson appears on steve/chrissy (again, i lean towards chrissy being his platonic soulmate) when theyre kids, but eddie is still eden munson or something. so theyre just confused and assume its someone else that happens to have the same last name or something.

did any of that make sense? 😭 i just think it would be neat

[werepuppy-steve]

hello hi i would like to submit the thought of chrissy wearing my little bat choker

[spacebabesuki]

You know what? There’s something I love even more than rockstar Eddie Munson—illustrator Eddie Munson. Picture him thriving in the art world, pouring his creativity into comics, magazines, and all that good stuff.

People don’t talk enough about his artistic talent, you know? Everything he used to create for the Hellfire Club—those intricate campaigns, the characters that felt so alive. That guy has an artist’s soul.

And Chrissy? She’d absolutely be the one to push him toward something bigger. She’d help him see his own worth, telling him,“Eddie, your future doesn’t have to look like your dad’s or your uncle’s. You’re so much more than that.”

She’d make him believe in himself, in his talent.

I can already picture their future. She’s at her dream college, the two of them living far away from Hawkins, building a life together. And Eddie? He’s illustrating comics for magazines like Heavy Metal—one of his all-time favorites—and every single one of his characters looks just a little bit too much like his girl.

Honestly, we need to push the Eddie-the-Illustrator agenda harder!

[fujiblackthorne]

vecna has now found chrissy in a mobile game as well….. NOOOOOOO STAY AWAY FROM HER 🤺🤺🤺🤺

[bettercraic]

one hand's reaching out (one's just hangin' on)

chapter 4: two of us riding nowhere

“Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie’s voice breaks her out of the daze she’s been in since she got into the van. Instead of lifting her gaze, she keeps her eyes trained on the knife she’s been absently turning in her hands since she hopped onto the passenger seat. “I never meant for any of this to happen.” Eddie snorts. “Yeah, I’d say this situation is difficult to anticipate–” “Don’t make fun.” She looks up at him then–at his black eye and his bruised nose–and she feels her eyes begin to prickle. “I shouldn’t have done what I did in the cafeteria–it was careless and now you’re hurt, and I know Jason, so this isn’t the end of it, and it’s all because of me–” “Chrissy–” “I’m ruining your life, Eddie,” she says through a sob. “And Bethy’s and even Lucas–” Eddie says something else, but he’s jumping out of his seat and circling the front of the van before she can figure out what that is. In a moment, her door is open, and she’s in Eddie’s arms once again. “I saw you levitate, Chrissy,” Eddie whispers against her hair. “I fucking saw that, with my own two eyes, and I don’t think you did that shit on purpose. You didn’t ask for any of this to happen, and I’m not going anywhere until we find a way to make it all stop.” “It’s not your responsibility.” She clenches her fists around his t-shirt. “Yes it is.” He presses a kiss against her temple before running gentle hands down her hair.

[a-strange-inkling]

do you have anymore Hellcheer pregnancy hcs?

So funny enough, my hellcheer coded parents who had a teen pregnancy (18 and 20) were telling me about their Lamaze experience 😆 I asked my mom how my chaotic goofball of a father got through Lamaze at the age of 20 without being completely obnoxious and my mom answered very tiredly “he didn’t.”

They were the youngest couple there and my dad was just a total menace through the whole thing, he kept making my mom laugh in all the labor positions and getting them in trouble with the instructor.

So now that’s inspired me to write about Eddie and Chrissy going through Lamaze with Livvy.

Can you imagine?

Something about Eddie with his wild long hair and ripped jeans sitting at a Lamaze class holding his little pastel princess Chrissy just makes my day.

Chrissy maybe being a little nervous and uncomfortable and Eddie making her laugh to help her relax the first couple classes.

But also like being determined to learn everything he needs to know so that Chrissy has the safest, easiest labor and Livvy comes out healthy. I could see him memorizing the breathing patterns and positions and quizzing her after they get home. She comes home from work our class and he’s sitting on the floor asking her what she does when she starts having contractions.

I could also see him making friends with all the other couples there too. At first they all eye him warily but he ends up charming them all.

[vulpixsworld]

Hellcheer June 2025:

Love Over Matter -chapter 15/17 Love Over Matter - Chapter 1 - Vulpixhc86 - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Somebody Like You -chapter 4/12 Somebody Like You - Chapter 1 - Vulpixhc86 - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Enchanted -chapter 13/16 Enchanted - Chapter 1 - Vulpixhc86 - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

I love You Forever. (Enchanted Bonus) - I Love You Forever - Vulpixhc86 - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Reach (Winter Olympics HC) -chapter 2/? Reach (Winter Olympics) - Chapter 1 - Vulpixhc86 - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Carry You (Home) -hiatus

Unknown HC au -untouched

Wanye/granddaughter au -untouched

There maybe more to come. Hellcheer lives on to me no matter what anyone else says.

[ebongawk]

oooh hellcheer hc is that eddie goes into fully nurse mode whenever chrissy’s sick. she has a cold? he’s fussing over her, making soup from scratch thank you very much bc he’s actually a great cook. cramps? he buys out her favorite chocolate from the corner store, he’s got three different types of heat packs ready, he’ll massage her belly for hours if that’s what it takes to make her feel better

Here's the thing: Chrissy was never home when Eddie got out of the studio on Wednesdays.

Wednesdays were their short days. The band's self-proclaimed 'recharge' days. The midweek break they all pretended to need that they'd written into their contracts so the fucking producer wouldn't throw a fit when Jeff dipped out at eleven to go meet his girlfriend at the train station, because Marie was in Boston Saturday night through Wednesday morning for work.

Eddie usually wandered in after a fast food lunch and a grocery run around one o'clock. Chrissy wasn't even off most days until four. So when he walked in the front door and was greeted with the curdling scream of horror queen Janet Leigh on the tube?

Yeah, Eddie about had a heart attack. Like full-on hand-over-the-heart terror.

"Sorry," Chrissy croaked from the couch as she frantically turned the volume of her vintage horror flick down. Psycho. Classic. Eddie hadn't even noticed her, she was so bundled up in blankets. A Chrissy burrito that could've passed for a rumpled throw blanket. "Sorry, sorry. You came in at the worst part."

Shit, she sounded awful.

"That's my specialty," Eddie breathed, dropping the excess number of grocery bags in the foyer and tripping over his own feet to make it to her side. "What's up, buttercup? How come you're home so early?"

Shit, she looked awful. All curled up and shivering despite the throw around her shoulders and the duvet she'd dragged in from their bedroom. Eddie automatically put a hand on her forehead, hissing at the burn beneath his palm.

"Think I caught the bug that's been going around on the publishing floor," Chrissy said, covering her mouth with the throw as she talked. Trying to breathe on him as little as possible. But her sinuses were so full, he doubted she could take in any air from her nose. "Editors were next, I knew it, but everyone insisted it'd stay quarantined upstairs."

"Morons," Eddie huffed, eyes raking over her face. Her blotchy, feverish cheeks; her bloodshot eyes ringed in the purple bruises of exhaustion. Her lips were dry, and Eddie sighed, hopping up and pressing a kiss to her forehead that she protested.

"You're gonna get infected," she grumbled. Eddie just shrugged, more firmly wrapping her up in her blankets.

"Did you take anything?"

"Grabbed some cold medicine from the pharmacy that's next to the office," she said, still covering her mouth. Exhaling a couple of rough coughs into the fabric. "Probably should've eaten something, but nothing sounds good."

Her sentences were choppy and slurred, which was how Eddie knew that this was serious. Having majored in English at BU, Chrissy's articulation refined to a fucking knife's point over the years. Ready to stab anyone who looked at her with a modicum of doubt when she explained what she did for a living.

His poor little Supervising Editor.

"Alright," Eddie said, hopping to his feet and pressing another kiss to her crown – this one not quite as protested as the first – before he rounded the couch to collect the grocery haul he'd bought that was entirely inadequate for a sick Chrissy. "Lemme get some water in the kettle, yeah? I'll make you some ginger tea and run to the bodega for soup supplies."

"Love, really, I'm fine––"

"Don't you I'm fine me, Cunningham," he called from the kitchen. Even though her last name had been Munson for damn near five years now. He loved the dopey little smile she still got when he reprimanded her with her maiden name. The eye roll. The huff of, That's Munson to you, Mister.

The huff never came this time. She was too tired to argue, he knew.

He started some prep work for what they had on hand while the water heated up. Mincing up a metric fuckton of garlic, grabbing some chicken breast from the fridge, grating most of a knob of ginger. They had some frozen chicken wing tips, but Eddie wasn't sure he had the time or patience to make broth from scratch. He mentally added store bought shit to his list, along with spinach and carrots.

Once her tea was ready, Eddie departed after stealing another kiss – this one to her cheek, which she yelled at him for as well as she was able and which he laughed at when her voice broke.

Another forty-five minutes later, after hauling ass to the store and back, Eddie had soup simmering on the stove, orange juice in the fridge, and three other types of medicine lined up along the coffee table to be taken after she'd eaten.

"I should go to the bedroom," Chrissy sighed as Eddie exchanged her empty mug of tea for a glass of juice. "Give you veg space so I don't get you sick."

Eddie scoffed. He'd grabbed The Two Towers from their nightstand, carefully depositing it on the arm of the couch before gently easing Chrissy's juice from her hands. He crouched down in front of her, leveling her with as withering a stare as he could muster around the worry he could feel lining his face.

"What kind of husband do you think I am, sweetness? To abandon his queen in her most desperate times of need?" She rolled her eyes, cheeks turned up in a slight smile. Eddie grinned, reaching up to pinch her cheek. Broadening her smile as much as she was able. "My fair lady needs her noble knight's assistance now more than ever! I ain't just gonna abandon you to squalor, baby. You know better than that."

She made a little noise of distress, and Eddie knew it was because she was terrified of getting him sick. Even though he played backup to Jeff, fucking his vocals could fuck the whole timeline for their next album.

He couldn't have given less of a fuck.

Tucking the blanket more firmly around her, Eddie carefully wedged his arms under her slight body, hoisting her up with a cracked little squeal from her raw throat before settling himself lengthwise on the couch, Chrissy in his lap.

"Eddie––"

"Shh, baby," he said, grabbing the book behind him and opening up to the bookmark. Picking up where they'd left off the last time he lulled her to sleep, just the night before, when she'd still been perfectly healthy. Harboring this bit of sick down deep enough that her body was still attempting to fight it off.

His voice, she'd told him once, was her favorite lullaby.

"So it was," he began to read, "that in the light of a fair morning, King Theoden and Gandalf the White Rider met again on green grass beside the Deeping-stream."

An hour later, Chrissy was out like a light. Breathing deeply through her mouth, with a little dribble of drool spilling onto his shirt and making him chuckle. He leaned down, kissing her hair and brushing it back over her ear.

"My poor little peach," he murmured, pressing the words into her scalp. The scent of ginger and garlic wafted through the air, and Eddie knew he should extricate himself from her embrace. Slip into the kitchen and turn the stove off.

But Chrissy let out this scratchy little snore, and Eddie figured he could give her another half hour.

"Love you, sweet," he said. And by the way she hummed in her slumber, snuggling even closer against his chest until her ear was pressed right up against her heart, Eddie thought, fuck, maybe she'd heard him.

(inspo ask)