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crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read

and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors

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"Chrissy was a teeny bit afraid of Eddie.  But mostly she was just fascinated by him."

Chapter 2: Square A1, Mutual Pining

"Okay, so, he didn’t like Chrissy Cunningham.  That would be fucking ridiculous.  The gorgeous, eternally-out-of-everyone’s-league cheerleader and the super senior burnout?  Even without the existence of her hairline fracture of a boyfriend, Eddie wasn’t obtuse enough to daydream about their shared school experience becoming anything akin to a John Hughes film, alright?"

our freedom, within sight by makeshiftcandy for @hellcheeranniversaryweek

Chapter 1: Square C1, Love Letter

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#101

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corroded coffin + whatever the fuck this is

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The lion does not concern itself with the bank account balance when a little treat is calling

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Like a new friend!

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It's so nice to see black men be vulnerable and fun.

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osha compliant blowjob

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you dumb dumbs don't need AI to come up with ideas, you just need a husband who's had 2 glasses of wine and an innate desire to make you happy.

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"Hey, sweetness."

They're in the kitchen together, methodically cleaning up after dinner in a way that's become second nature. They'd made a baked chicken and rice dish, and Eddie had cut up an entire chicken despite his deep disdain for handling a knife with any raw meat containing bones.

It's more of a dance than a chore, Chrissy thinks with a little smile. Wash, rinse, dry, step, put away, step, reach, hike up Eddie's sleeve so it doesn't touch the water before he has to ask.

"Yeah?"

"Why can't the T-rex give a round of applause?"

Chrissy snorts. "Because his arms are too short."

Eddie chuckles, leaning close and pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Nope."

Scoffing, Chrissy takes the mug from his hands, toweling it dry hastily. "How is that not right? T-rexes have notoriously short arms. He couldn't possibly clap."

"Because that's not right."

"How?" She puts the mug away on one of the little hooks above the sink as he automatically ducks for her reach. "Scientists can't even figure out why they had arms in the first place!"

"Chrissy––"

"Like, for scale, if a six-foot human had T-rex arms, they'd only be five inches long. Five inches, Eddie. A person couldn't clap with five inch arms!" She took the plate he was holding out, drying it off perhaps slightly more aggressively than necessary.

"No, probably not." Lips tucked between his teeth, he was clearly trying very hard not to laugh. Awarding him a look of pure exasperation broke the dam, and he threw his head back, feeding the ceiling that boisterous laughter that Chrissy couldn't help but mirror, just a little.

"Then how is that not the answer?" she cried as she shoved the plate into the cabinet. Before Eddie had a chance to answer, she continued, "Plus, there's theories that they barely even had muscle control in their arms at all! Like, they could barely move their arms, let alone use the proper muscles to bring them together to clap. How is that not the punchline? That's always the punch line!"

Unplugging the sink, Eddie grabbed a different towel off the handle of the oven, using it to thoroughly dry his hands. Once he was finished, he grabbed Chrissy by the hips, hoisting her up onto the counter as she squeaked and stepping between her parted knees.

"You done, Miss Scientist?" he asked, tilting his head to one side in that way that made him look like an adorable puppy. Chrissy huffed, refusing to allow the grin she felt nudging at the edges of her mouth to bloom.

Lips pursed, she nodded.

Eddie leaned close, skirting his nose up the length of hers before gently kissing the little crease between her brow. Unraveling her petulance with an embarrassing amount of ease. Chrissy's arms automatically came up, wrapping loosely around his shoulders as she sighed into his embrace.

"Why can't the T-rex give a round of applause, baby?"

Chrissy huffed. Rolled her eyes. Felt the curve of his smile as it skirted along the length of her jaw. She wanted to tattoo that sensation beneath her skin, press her fingers against it so she'd always feel him close.

"Hm? Why can't he?"

"I dunno," she grumpily relented. "Why?"

His breath fanned across the length of her throat, his chuckle so close she could taste it.

"Because he's dead, Chrissy."

It took a moment. And then––

"Oh, my God, that's so stupid!"

But Eddie was cackling loudly enough that he couldn't immediately respond. And Chrissy couldn't have stopped herself from joining in his music if she'd tried.

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I love my sweet tragic beans 💜

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What are your top 5 fav hellcheer fics

hardest question in the world omg!!!! these are in no particular order

one more time, steal my breath by @deliriumsdelight7 is so unbelievably good and kinky done RIGHT

if we don’t leave this town (we might never make it out) by @astorytotellyourfriends which makes me want to scream bc it’s so great, and who doesn’t love mechanic eddie

heart begins to beat by @ebongawk bc she is a MENACE who MAKES ME CRY

old haunts by @a-strange-inkling is basically considered to be canon by all hellcheers, that’s how good it is, and such a gift to the fandom

to get my soul known again by @staceymcgillicuddy is so beautiful and painful and real and incredible

i don’t wanna make anyone sad w this ok if i didn’t mention you pls don’t be sad i love all hellcheer writers and i love all the other fics from the writers i mentioned they’re all great

we’re spoilt for choice in this fandom bc everyone is so talented 🤍

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best m/f dynamic is a flamboyant bisexual show-off desperately in love with an extremely practical girl who’s difficult to impress 🤩

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"Okay, so, he didn’t like Chrissy Cunningham.  That would be fucking ridiculous.  The gorgeous, eternally-out-of-everyone’s-league cheerleader and the super senior burnout?  Even without the existence of her hairline fracture of a boyfriend, Eddie wasn’t obtuse enough to daydream about their shared school experience becoming anything akin to a John Hughes film, alright?"

our freedom, within sight by makeshiftcandy for @hellcheeranniversaryweek

Chapter 1: Square C1, Love Letter