#hellcheer babies

[kabishkat19]

Munson Twins and the new baby🖤

[a-strange-inkling]

What other names were you thinking about when u named Livvy and Maggie? I can't wait to read about Chrissy giving birth and the girls meeting each other. Does Livvy instantly love Maggie? ❤️

OMG It feels so long ago when I just sat and meditated on names for the Munson girls! They’re just so solidified now. Olivia was always Olivia when she was fully conceptualized, it was one of my first ideas and it just felt right immediately. For Maggie, I wanted an M name and was bouncing around Molly (Chrissy’s OG name) Mia, Millie, Mari (Marigold) but once I heard Maggie May in my head, my search was done lol some other thoughts for neither one in particular were Rosie (for Rosie Cotton), Lizzie (for Elizabeth Bennet and Chrissy’s middle name), Julia, Marnie, Emma, Chloe, etc…

Eee I can’t wait for those stories either! 🥰

And very much, yes! Livvy loves Maggie on sight! She was so excited to meet her and so happy that she was going to be girl and that she was going to have a little sister. That’s her baby! She’s besotted with her and just adores her. She always wants to hold her, and Eddie lets her sit on his lap so he can help her to.

“Got to be so careful, bug, she’s so tiny,” he tells her, showing her how.

“So careful,” Olivia repeats, keeping her little arms looped around the infant. “I be so careful, Daddy. Aw, look baby, my baby.”

“Your baby, huh?” he chuckles.

“Yes, my baby.”

“Isn’t she my baby too?”

“Um um, well atually… she’s my baby.”

“Can’t we share her?”

“Ummm no, my baby.”

“Our baby?”

“No Daddy, my baby.”

[okmissgirl]

Absolutely Normal Nonsense

Lil' brainless ficlets about Chrissy and her himbo Edward.

(heavily inspired by this, because I'm telling you, this woman's whole life is Chrissy-coded 🥹)

<- Last Nonsense Next Nonsense ->

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💄Makeup 💋

Chrissy likes rising in the wee hours of the morning, when the sun hasn’t broken the horizon and her home sits in a content quiet.

 Her husband still finds her habit strange — not sleeping in is something he can scarcely wrap his head around, even now — and on a day like today he’s inclined to make her stay in bed. Implore her with wandering kisses, skillful hands, and a husky voice to stay awhile, sweetheart… just relax for me. And usually she would. Usually his touch makes the urgency and alertness that thrums in her brain slow down to a quiet, melt into nothing as he wakes her up in his own way, but… today’s not that day. 

Chrissy must get ready — take a warm shower, brush her teeth, turn her wet hair soft and bouncy, and do her makeup.

And she needs her special partner in crime for that last one. 

Wrapped up in a bathrobe and sporting a headfu of rollers, Chrissy moves through the halls. She doesn’t even have to whisper when she cracks open the nursery door — excited huffs and gurgles meet her ear before she can sweep inside, and when she does, her youngest baby girl is gripping her crib’s slats in tiny fists and bouncing on her mattress. Three daughters in, and Chrissy’s never found a way to describe the feeling, never found a way to tire of it either. The joy that spreads from her chest like a balm when she picks up her squealing girl has no end — not when the baby, bouncing in her arms with a gummy smile and bright eyes, smacks her lips  —

Mama, mama, mama

Chrissy can’t help but laugh as she mirrors it back.

Emmy, Emmy, Emmy

Her happy little baby. Her precious Amelia. 

They make quiet conversation as Chrissy takes her daughter to the attached bathroom to wash her down, bathing her in warm soapy water until it's time to dry up, and brush her wisps of dark hair. She rubs the baby’s pudgy arms with lotion, fits her into a fresh diaper and clean onesie, and blows raspberries into her tummy, just to hear Emmy’s giggle-filled huffs that accompany her happy squirms. Chrissy fastens her tried and true baby sling on— a godsend that Wayne had brought her — and slides her daughter inside. Then she quietly pads over to her own bedroom and slips into the master bath.

They make a sort of game of it, she and her daughter. 

Chrissy takes the cream first — a floral concoction with a whiff of baby powder, oddly enough — and dots her face with it, that is, until Emmy begins to reach up with curious hands. A little smear of cream swiped on her plump cheeks quiets her right down, and Chrissy will gently rub it in as the child babbles between the occasional sneeze and snuff. 

Primer and concealer come next, and Chrissy can’t hold back her amusement whenever her daughter swipes at the makeup tubes in her hands, hellbent making them tumble into the sink, an impish grin that matches Eddie’s gracing her lips. But try as she might, Emmy’s playfulness only makes Chrissy gasp "Emmy! That goes on Mommy’s face!" above her baby’s giggles.

Their little war will continue until Chrissy whips out a bottle of foundation. Emmy knows she has a job to do. She wraps her tight fist around the cap and pulls with all her might, jumping a bit when the cap pops off in her hand. Chrissy whispers a Thank you, Em into her forehead. Emmy just buries another gummy smile into her mother’s chest. 

And so goes their little routine — Chrissy swiping makeup across her cheeks and brows as Emmy watches her with wide, wandering eyes. Without fail the little munchkin will try her damndest to stick every makeup sponge or mascara stick in her mouth, but Chrissy always has clean sponges, sticks, and a gentle reminder of "no, we don’t eat that!" to thwart her efforts. But perhaps Chrissy’s favorite activity by far — which just happens to beat out Emmy’s very focused attempts at applying lip balm, and Chrissy’s own addiction to leaving bright red kisses on her daughter’s face —  is this: 

Curling her lashes. 

A hum rises in the air as Amelia quietly gazes up at her mother. Chrissy cradles her daughter's head and locks on to her deep amber eyes. She rocks her baby back and forth to a gentle rhythm — a song that starts with a whisper of you are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Each lash is pressed smoothly while her infant looks on, and when Chrissy’s done, she brushes Emmy’s button nose with her own, relishing in the happy coos of her precious baby. 

After a final pop of her lips — when her eyeliner is perfect, her lipstick bright, and blush soft on her cheeks — Chrissy releases the rollers holding her hair in place, and gives a final shake of her strawberry curls, each swish tickling Emmy’s happy face. With the softest kiss of Chrissy lips on her baby's head, their routine is complete.

And right on time too — her husband trudges through the master bath’s sliding door with two 4 year olds riding his feet. As soon as they spot her, the twins come running to Chrissy, latching themselves onto her legs, shouting over each other to announce that Mommy, mommy, mommy—

“We made you a surprise!!” 

“You have to come to the kitchen right now —”

“You gotta come right now, because —”

“— because we made it with Daddy!”

“ and it’s pancakes and — and I got to flip one myself!”

“And I got to flip one too!”

Their rambles echo against the bathroom walls as Eddie gives her an exhausted grin, coming over with tired kisses for their tiny Emmy-baby and his wife. Just as he’s got Chrissy in his grasp his impatient girls exclaim that "Daddy burnt some of the pancakes, but we didn’t burn any, so you gotta come now! Now, now, now!” and there is no stopping the adorable hellions from pulling their parents out of the room. 

That morning is filled with big smiles and sticky fingers as Chrissy's daughter's eagerly dig into misshapen pancakes, cheesy eggs, and crispy bacon, all while diligently reading the homemade cards they made for her. Chrissy’s hands are free to eat, listen, and read along with them as Emmy stands on Eddie’s lap, secure within his grasp. She looks content enough munching on the small bits of pancake her father gives her, and shouting along with her sisters’ excitement. 

There’s no language on earth that could ever describe the happiness that Chrissy’s heart holds. No way to put it into words at all, not when years ago, she could've never dreamed of such a thing. 

So when her family shouts “Happy Mother’s Day!” with grins that could rival the sun, Chrissy can’t help but agree, because finally, finally… 

It truly is. 

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Whatever the day, wherever you are, Happy Mother's Day to you and yours bb 💋❤️

[porkchop200324]

Stuff I made for my oc Evie on Personalization Mall

I make these as a reference for my fics. (I hope it isn't cringe lol)

Lmk what you think!

[angelicherubs]

Omg also! Honestly, would Nanny au work?? Like maybe switched?? But I don't want them to have precious kids? Idk lol

I think they kinda need the kids for the nanny thing to work lmao

[harrywavycurly]

Secret Rendezvous Part 9: Hank

Masterlist: Here

CW: Language

Tag List: @emma77645 @aol19 @tlclick73 @prestinalove @kailey-firefly @fromasgardandback @therealgothamguardianfr @peaches-roses-sins @hiscrimsonangel @furiousladyking @angelina16torres-blog @sofaritsalrightt @josephquinnsfreckles @starrywhitenight @mrsjellymunson @witchwolflea @jasminelafleur @ohmeg @comeonatmebruh @missmarch-99 @arthurcerverogf

A/N: This is dramatic but it’s because you’ve finally reached your limit and Eddie is just an idiot sometimes ya know? Enjoy✨

[harritudur]

they are totally #that couple attached at the hip, in a corner, at every party 🥤❤️

[ivyodessa]

Happy Mother's day to the best mama out there, Chrissy Cunningham Munson 🤍

[cunninghamchrissie]

this quote is such eddie talking to chrissy vibes 😭🤍

[rose-n-gunses]

Hellcheer au where they're in the same college class and keep responding to each other's discussion boards because they're both convinced the other person is a genius because they just. have the most beautiful insightful things to say and they're infatuated with the thoughts they have and connections they make in their discussion posts

They've never met in person and only know each other by name and their tiny canvas profile picture or whatever until they do meet somehow, maybe in a different class or through mutual friends OR maybe one of them works somewhere on/near campus and the other shows their student ID to get the discount and the one working like. quotes one of their discussion posts at them or something idk

[kabishkat19]

Return of the Munsons🖤

The Munson twins (Beth and August) and new edition; Dylan Munson!

[a-strange-inkling]

I just had a thought. One night teenage Maggie throws a party while Eddie and Chrissy go out. I can see Maggie causing more chaos as she gets older. Lol

Maggie’s teenage years omg 😆

Parties, sneaking out with friends, staying out past curfew.

She’s definitely her daddy’s daughter!

Maybe a wee snippet 😏:

2009

It’s eleven-thirty at night and the house is dead quiet as she tiptoes down the stairs in the darkness, careful not to hit the last step, knowing how badly it squeaks.

Once she’s got both feet on the ground, she looks over her shoulder, her glossy pink lips curling into a triumphant smirk, dimpling her cheeks.

She doesn’t waste any time and quickly grabs the keys to the Firebird that are hanging on the hook by the coat closet.

Heart pounding with exhilaration, she opens the back door. The garage is chilly this time of year. She wraps her denim coat tighter around herself, creeping carefully to the black remodeled car, slipping into the drivers seat and closing the door behind her.

She lets out an excited, breathy chuckle as she pushes her wild curls back, putting the key into the ignition, reaching to press the remote to the garage door.

That was almost too easy.

“Where we going there, Mags?”

She lets out a sharp, pitchy squeal, jumping out of her skin when she looks up to see her father sitting leisurely in the backseat in the rearview mirror, arms crossed over his chest, foot propped up against the console with a closed mouth smile on his face.

“Daddy!” she breathes sharply, whipping her head around, her hand gripping her chest, trying to slow her heart palpitations. “Oh my God! You scared me!”

“Hey, sweet girl,” He gives her a wave, pulling his foot back and placing both hands on the shoulder of the driver’s and passenger’s seat, pulling himself forward. “Whatcha doing?”

Hands still on the wheel, key still in the ignition, she stares up at him before giving him her sweetest, most innocent smile. Making her eyes as big as they can get. “Nothing, Daddy, I was just—I wasn’t—I just um…”

“Cause it looks like you’re sneaking out and taking my car to go to that college party your mother and I said you weren’t allowed to go to.”

“No, no, Daddy that’s not what I was doing at all—I was just—I think I left my coat in here yesterday and I—”

Shit.

Her mind is usually better at spinning stories and excuses, but he actually scared the living hell out of her.

Caught her red handed.

His mirthless grin slowly fades into a tired, unimpressed deadpan while she continues to flounder, wordlessly lifting his hand out toward her.

She huffs lowly, falling back against the seat in defeat, pulling the keys out and dropping them heavily into his palm.

“Nice try.” he tells her, opening the back door and stepping out.

“…How did you even know?” She pouts up at him through the window.

He gives her a ‘Please.’ look.

[fujiblackthorne]

🌲🐿️💥

[porkchop200324]

Original incorrect quote with my OCS:

Jane: You have to listen to me, I'm older than you.

Evan: Janie, we're twins.

Jane: I'm older by 15 minutes!

With my other ocs:

Andrew: You have to listen to me, I'm older than you.

Taylor: Drew, we're twins.

Andrew: I'm older by 19 minutes!

[angelicherubs]

I haven't thought too far ahead but?

I think keeping it mostly the same? Raul is Jason but he's usual awful self, Chrissy is Christine of course, and Eddie is the phantom but in the end it's Chrissy and Eddie lol. I gotta think about it more lol

yes yes ofc and eddie calling chrissy his 'angel of music' like...I kinda need it

[harrywavycurly]

Hi! Idk if you'll be interested, but, would you please write like an Eddie x cheerleader! Reader secret relationship, but like the ones that you do in like text messages? I really love how you write and I would love it if you wrote something like that!!

Hiiii babes!! So I’ve never written for a cheerleader before so I’m sorry if this is horrible but I hope you like it!! Also idk why I made Eddie kinda an asshole? But it just seemed fitting and that’s where my mind went 😂🙈 but anyway enjoy and if you want more let me know!!💖