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ugh... this sceeeeeeene 🥰 STRANGER THINGS | 4.01
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lovesongzine · 17 hours
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Today we're looking pretty sweet and very metal thanks to our dear social media artist @AnyaRlly!! 💖 Check out our profile here on tumblr and twitter/x! And let's give her a standing ovation!!!📣🎸❤️‍🔥
The full pieces will be available for you to enjoy in the zine! Don't miss them!!
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marambl · 19 hours
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Every smile in the forest scene 2/4
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la-kuntessa · 3 days
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A Very Classy Night
For the Hellcheer Discord Hotties
NYC
June, 1989
It’s such a beautiful, iconic, warm and sexy New York night that they have to take advantage of it. 
They’re dressed up, having left a fancy party thrown by or for a big donor at Chrissy’s dance school. It was in a fancy apartment on fifth avenue. Champagne, h’ors d’overs (Chrissy’s favorite food), beautiful art in a gorgeous, million-billion dollar apartment and an open bar. 
Super classy.
Eddie was on his best behavior, he charmed all the rich wives and their staff. He meticulously pressed his suit and bought a tie with matching pocket square. He wore his pointy boots and his hair neatly tied at his nape. Chrissy thinks he’s so handsome she could die. 
They bounce the classy party before everyone gets too drunk and things get inappropriate (Eddie thinks there’s a very sexual vibe between donors and dancers. Like, they throw money and you dance for them. Chilling.)
They’re not ready for this night to end, though! They have to hit as many bars as possible because they look and feel so cute. They want to get drunk and make out at a bar, then they want to go home, get stoned and make out some more.
A perfect Saturday night. 
So Eddie’s twirling Chrissy as they walk down Fifth Avenue and they find themselves in front of the Plaza Hotel. 
There’s fancy people coming in and out and they all look like they’ve been partying. Must be a wedding. It is a Saturday in June, after all. 
Hmmmm. 
It takes very little to persuade Chrissy to try to sneak into this fancy wedding. 
They enter the hotel from a little used side door, feeling like spies. Chrissy is giggling so hard it makes Eddie get the giggles and they have to take some circular breaths to calm down. They put Eddie’s jacket on Chrissy, she holds her heels. Eddie tucks his hair into his popped (ugh) collar and he puts on his sunglasses for extra asshole vibes.
They stumble over, pretending to be drunk yuppies, like they’ve been at this party for hours. There’s no one to check them so they walk in with purpose to the bar. 
The room is massive and there’s so many people…
This could be fun.
They grab two passed champagne flutes and sip nervously. 
No one is looking at them. 
The coast…is clear? 
They nibble on some canapés.
They hit the dance floor when the band starts up on some Temptations. 
They eat a couple of eclairs from the Viennese table.
This might actually work!
They’re back at the bar when one of the bridesmaids approaches them. 
Uh oh.
“Great party right!” Chrissy chirps.
“Totally,” says bridesmaid “Who are you with?”
Oh NO.
“Michael!” Eddie croaks. “We’re Michael’s kids!”
“Michael who?”
“Michael Michael!”
Chrissy acts fast.
“He’s right over there!” she points to the far side of the room.
The bridesmaid looks over-
-THEN BITCH THEY ARE RUNNING-
Ok, not running, running, more like scooting away at a fast clip.
They zip down some halls and miraculously find a unisex bathroom to hide in.
Chrissy and Eddie are laughing and trembling so hard, oh my god. 
They wait until they’re sure no one has followed them or called the cops or whatever rich people would do to two scalawags such as them. 
Eventually they slide out and slink onto 58th street where they indulge in a cab to 13th street to stop at the Pony Keg because Eddie used to work there and drinks for (mostly) free. 
On Monday Chrissy tells her dance friends about their adventure (turns out they left just in time. Things indeed get sexual; Antoine blew a waiter in the service stairwell and Lisette got multiple offers for threesomes. {She’ll do it if they pay her $500 cash})
So everybody had fun!
Years and years later, they’re at a HUGE charity gala at the Plaza. They’re having a great time schmoozing, sipping Champagne, feeling very rich and famous, when Eddie turns to Chrissy and says sotto voce 
“ok, if anyone asks, tell them we’re with Michael” 
Chrissy is confused, but Eddie sees the realization wash over her. She makes an undignified, loud, explosive laugh-snort and doubles over laughing, ending up squatting then sitting on the floor. 
She’s crying laughing, she can’t breathe.
She’s doing Chrissy Laugh #234- “ah-HA! Ah-HA! Ah-Ha!” one of Eddie’s faves.
He’s holding her wrap and purse so they don’t end up with her. ON the floor of THEE Plaza Hotel. “Christine, please! The press is here! She’s not drunk, I swear!” he laughs. She’s so fucking cute, he wants to kiss her all over her adorable face. 
The cameras flash all around them.
There’s a picture of Chrissy in her beautiful midnight blue satin gown, her hair, gleaming, diamonds at her ears and throat, at this major event…looking like she peed herself on the floor of the Plaza. 
This picture?
It ends up in Vanity Fair. 
It’s framed on Eddie’s desk. 
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ebongawk · 23 hours
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WAIT OK I HAVE ANOTHER ONE it’s prob cheating to send two so you can save this for another time but!!!! just chrissy fidgeting w eddie’s jewelry. his rings, his necklace. like she’s anxious abt smth and over time learned instead of like biting her nails or pulling hangnails or smth he’ll let her do that
Chrissy always had an issue with biting her nails.
As a child, whenever she was anxious about school, or nervous about dance competitions or cheer routines, her nails found their way between her teeth, chewed ragged and brittle.
Her mother called her disgusting. A ruler or wooden spoon was often produced, seemingly from thin air, to smack Chrissy across the back of her hands whenever they found their way into her mouth.
The main reason she started painting her nails was because the chemical taste of the polish made her nauseous. As her issues with food worsened, nausea became increasingly harder to control, and she found herself in the bathroom more often than not.
Her nerves, however, found new ways to ruin her.
Using those pretty nails she now sported, Chrissy dug into her cuticles. Picking at dry skin or tiny abrasions, creating hangnails she could then tear away.
Jason called her disgusting. Lightly smacking her hands with his own or with his school notebooks. Telling her constantly that every part of her was so pretty, but she was ruining her hands. Ruining the illusion of beauty he cast upon her by reminding him that she was human.
She couldn't break up with her mom. But she did break up with Jason.
Free of his oppressing weight, the urge to pick at her nailbeds lessened. It didn't disappear completely, of course, but she found healthy skin growing over her tiny scars.
Then she started hanging out with Eddie. And, for a little while, she didn't even notice how her fingertips stopped bleeding.
One day, sitting at the lunch table Eddie and his friends occupied, Chrissy's mind had been sloughing through the finals they had coming up. She was decently confident about most of them, but O'Donnell could be killer when it came to testing. Often asking things not covered by the study guide, so she and Eddie had spent the past four afternoons in his bedroom, textbooks open and flashcards made, trying to get one another ready for their teacher's unhinged brutality.
Her anxiety, during this thought spiral, had heightened exponentially. She stopped moving all at once when she remembered that Sandra had taken a bad scrape during practice yesterday – cheer season was over, but Chrissy was determined to keep the younger girls occupied through the year so they wouldn't be so rusty when they came back in August – and she'd used her last band-aid for the scrapes.
Sighing, Chrissy looked down to inspect the damage.
And saw Eddie's hand in her lap.
She glanced over. Eddie was still fully engaged in whatever conversation he was having with Jeff – his unoccupied hand twisting and twirling through the air to accentuate his points. But his left hand was loose between hers, one of his rings twisted to face his palm.
Chrissy twisted the ring back to right. Then did another circuit, finding it strange how natural it was to fiddle with his rings.
Looking up at Eddie again, he met her eye with a curious smile. Tilting his head to one side in silent question that she just shrugged at, instead scooting the tiniest bit closer and dropping herself seamlessly back into the conversation.
She didn't think of it again for a few weeks. Until she and Eddie were tucked up at his home, watching some British scary movie called Underworld and sharing a bowl of popcorn. They'd started the evening next to one another, but as the movie progressed, Chrissy found herself almost entirely in Eddie's lap. Curling into his side with every scary part, until her knees were tucked up to her chest and her feet were pressed between his thighs.
Every jump scare made her wince, shoving her face into Eddie's shoulder and peeking through one eye until the scary parts were over.
The movie was almost completely finished before she registered Eddie's hand in her lap. Her fingers twisting the rings around his over and over, slipping them up and down his knuckles.
Her nailbeds had never looked so healthy.
Remaining quiet until the previews ran, Chrissy slipped from Eddie's lap, standing and stretching as Eddie moved to flip on the light.
"What'dya think?" he asked, picking up the popcorn bowl and a few stray kernels before walking it into the kitchen. "Weird, yeah? Did I fill your weekly scary movie prescription, Miss Cunningham?"
She'd told him, ages ago, that she wanted to start liking scary movies, because he loved them so much. They now had a weekly movie date, watching something from his repertoire of slasher films before loading one of her favorite romance tapes into the VCR.
(Tonight, it was Breakfast at Tiffany's.)
"Yes, Dr. Munson, it was exactly what I needed," she said around a grin, walking into the kitchen with him. He had his back to her, squatting in front of the fridge for another movie snack, and Chrissy wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Hoisting herself onto his back and pressing her cheek against his neck.
Beneath her, Eddie let out a little chuckle. Something Chrissy turned her head to taste with her lips against his spine.
"That freaked out, sweetness?" he asked, grabbing a jar of the strawberry jam he kept just for her and a couple cans of Coke before standing. Keeping herself firmly affixed to his body with her legs around his waist.
"No," Chrissy answered. "Just wanted to be close to you, that's all."
Eddie huffed, setting his wares down and yanking her further up his back. Situating her to be a little more comfortable before he grabbed peanut butter and the half-eaten loaf of bread from the pantry.
"Yeah?" He paused in his actions, setting the clean butter knife he'd just grabbed next to the jam. "We can, uh. We can get a hell of a lot closer, y'know. If that's your real aim here."
Gosh, he could be such a boy sometimes. Chrissy snorted, burying her face in his neck.
"But what about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
"Audrey Hepburn will be waiting for us when we're finished, sweet girl." The hand around her knee slid up, gently stroking the outside of her thigh. "Or we can put her on in the background. Make her bear witness to our incredible physical connection."
"Eddie."
"Chrissy."
Rolling her eyes, Chrissy tapped her healthy, wound-free fingertips against his collar.
"Bedroom," she finally said, laughing loudly when Eddie whooped and threw a fist in the air before sprinting down the hallway.
After, as they lay together in a sweaty pile of contentment, Chrissy snuggled into Eddie's chest. Eyes closed, relishing in the smooth, easy way his hand drifted up and down her side, from her hip to her ribs and down again.
"Eddie?"
"Hmm?" He took a final puff of his cigarette before ashing it.
"When did you notice that I pick at my nails?"
He hummed, rolling that thought around in his mind.
"I dunno," he admitted after a moment. "Early, I guess? Beginning."
Tapping her fingers against his stomach, she took his hand where it had continuously been drifting against her skin, bringing it up and pressing her lips against the rings.
"How come I didn't realize you distracted me?"
"I can't answer that, sweetness," he responded around a shrug. "I just figured you needed something to fiddle with. Better my hands than yours, in my opinion."
Chrissy paused, letting that sink in, before she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"What, so you were gonna let me pick at your nails?"
Eddie just shrugged again, a new grin stretching his cheeks. Dimples coming to life under her disbelieving grimace.
"If that's what it took."
"Eddie, that's so gross."
"Guess it's good you picked at my rings and not my nails then, huh?"
"Why would you let anyone––"
"Not anyone," he interrupted, taking her hand in his and letting her fingertips fall across his lips. "Just you."
Oh, the way he could so simply send a swarm of butterflies to flight in her stomach.
"I don't want you to hurt yourself," he said after a moment, honesty dripping like honey from his words. Sprinkling droplets of sticky sincerity across her skin, so she'd feel the mess of his truths for days and years to come. Waggling his eyebrows, he finished by saying, "But I don't mind if you hurt me a little sometimes."
"Eddie."
"Slap me, baby, I know you want to."
"Oh, my God."
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erythromanc3r · 19 hours
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Hellcheer e.l.f. corpse paint commercial AU
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justhere4thevibez · 3 days
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I Can't Get Rid of You
“I thought you couldn’t sing,” Eddie said accusingly.
She paused, puzzled. “I can’t.”
Of course she couldn’t sing. She’d been told time and time again how grating her voice was and how it’d be better for everyone if she just kept her mouth shut. Why the hell was he bringing this up now? And why did he look so serious about it?
“If you can’t sing,” Eddie said slowly, sounding almost confused. “Then what the fuck did I just hear in there?”
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hellcheercaine · 1 day
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They are such pretty souls with pretty minds.
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dillwonder · 2 days
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Moulin rouge AU because I saw someone else do it with steddie and I was like FUCK I WANTED TO DO THIS LIKE 6 MONTHS AGO SHIT
Bonus Jason as the duke
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eatsleepandsing · 5 months
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another great ship dynamic is "characters who are deeply traumatized and haunted by nightmares are finally able to get a peaceful night of sleep in each other's arms"
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lovemewednesdays · 1 year
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BEFORE WRITING: Oh, this fic idea is so cute, and it won't take any time at all! WHILE WRITING: Oh...oh, no...I Underestimated this. Again.
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aicosu · 5 months
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Destined for an alternate dimension...
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queenincrimson · 2 years
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JOE QUINN & GRACE VAN DIEN @ FANEXPO CANADA 2022 [video credit.]
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dinah-lance · 9 months
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#meet cute
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ebongawk · 3 days
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have a preview of the next chapter of every star in the sky to carry you through until my next update
whenever that is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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kingsandsaints · 2 years
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