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X-Files AU
Hellcheer prompt
Agent Christine Cunningham is instructed to debunk an FBI project dubbed 'The Vecna-Files', paranormal cases that have been reopened by Agent Eddie Munson. Munson and Cunningham investigate the mysterious case of Hawkins which houses portals to a world called the 'Upside-Down'.
Cunningham is smart, logical, and keen to rise through the ranks of the FBI. She dots the i's and crosses the t's. She wants this mission to be a success and use it to make a name for herself. Munson is the opposite; brash, enthusiastic (to a fault), and disillusioned with the FBI. He truly believes in the paranormal forces.
Can these agents put aside their differences and work together to save Hawkins?
#major will they/won't they#hopper is the smoking guy#hellcheer#eddissy#edssy#chrissy x eddie#eddie x chrissy#rockqueen#chrissy cunningham#eddie munson#chrissy and eddie#chrissy stranger things#eddie stranger things#hellcheer fanfiction#hellcheer prompt#hellcheer fanart#eddissy fanart#eddissy fanfiction
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the streets don't change but maybe the names
Chrissy sympathetically patted his hand. "You'll find someone, I'm sure."
Eddie laughed bitterly. "I don't think I will."
"Why not?" Chrissy frowned and looked up at him.
He was staring pointedly at the wall across the room, not looking at her. He clenched and unclenched his jaw before pursing his lips and shaking his head. "Just, they're not..."
"Not what?" Chrissy lightly traced her fingers up and down the veins in Eddie's forearm.
"C'mon, you're really gonna make me say it?" He turned to look down at her and adjusted his arm so he could take Chrissy's hand in his own and lace their fingers together.
"Well, yeah, I'm not a mind reader."
Eddie shook his head again. Chrissy wanted to squirm under the familiar intensity of his gaze. "They're not you, Chris."
OR
Eddie and Chrissy have succeeded at being friends for the eight months since they broke up. They should be able to fool around no problem, right? Right??
#THIS HAS BEEN HAUNTING ME FOR MONTHS AND IT IS FINALLY FINISHED#hellcheer#hellcheer fanfic#hellcheer fanfiction#eddie x chrissy#chrissy x eddie#eddissy#eddissy fanfic#eddissy fanfiction#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfic#chrissy cunningham#chrissy cunningham fanfic#chrissy cunningham x eddie munson#eddie munson x chrissy cunningham#stranger things#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#my writing#my fic moodboard#just r's thoughts#fic: the streets don't change but maybe the names
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Run To Me When He Lets You Go
Rated E
Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson
17k Words
Tennis shoes squeaking on the dingy, off-white floors of Hawkins High, Chrissy hurries down the empty halls on her way to the gym. It's Friday, and she has a game to cheer at.
She’s late.
She’s never late. It's unladylike and disrespectful and yet another line on the endless list of things Chrissy must do and not do. Ironic, isn't it, that the very person who drilled those things into her mind had made her late?
Her mother had a lecture ready when Chrissy put on her cheer uniform and came downstairs to leave for practice, all about how lazy she was for spending the afternoon holed up in her room when she could have gone for a run or spent time with her boyfriend, Jason. She droned on about Chrissy's selfishness for wanting a moment to herself.
In reality, she'd spent the one measly hour alone retching over the toilet in her bathroom after being woken from a nap by haunting dreams and then sitting in the shower with her back against the tiled wall, letting the water fall on her head, knees pulled up to her chin with terrifying images flashing behind her eyelids like a malfunctioning movie reel.
Red sky, red ground, red smoke
Skeletal fingers, knife-tipped claws reaching
Death, dirt, decay
Rotting bodies, mouths sewn shut
She's been missing youth group, too, avoiding it because when they split up into boys and girls prayer groups, she'll get asked about her walk with God, and it's getting harder and harder to lie and say her faith grows stronger every day.
Now, with her mother’s voice repeating over and over in her head, Chrissy turns sharply around the corner, barely paying attention to her surroundings until she comes to an abrupt halt with a surprised oof.
The obstacle she runs into is taller than her—her forehead meets a cloth-covered sternum—and hands land lightly on her upper arms to keep her from bouncing back and falling.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey. You okay?"
When she blinks away the disorientation from the impact and slowly raises her gaze to see dark brown eyes warm with concern directed at her, something like electricity sparks up her spine. The guy standing in front of her is familiar; she has at least one class with him—and knows his name simply because the teachers like to pick on him; she's heard Mr. Munson in a condescending tone more than once—and she’s definitely seen him causing a scene in the cafeteria. If she’s honest, she’s caught herself a time or two feeling a little envious of his boldness, his lack of concern over what other people think of him. She makes a mental note to check last year's yearbook for his first name.
His hands are large and hot, the rings on his long fingers cool against her flushed skin bared by the sleeveless vest of her cheer uniform. They’re close enough that she can feel his body radiating heat. He smells like sweat and smoke and boy, and for a moment, all she wants to do is bury her face in his neck and let him hold her.
What the hell, Chrissy?
Mentally shaking herself, she returns to earth and steps back, staunchly ignoring that she’s the tiniest bit disappointed when his hands fall away from her, even though that's exactly what she wanted.
“You on the run?”
“Um, what?” she says, nervously picking at her thumbnail.
“You look like you just swiped all the bake sale money from Principal Higgins’ office and took off in a hurry.” The corner of his mouth quirks up in a smirk; he’s teasing her. So, she does something she rarely gets the opportunity to do.
“If I did, you're probably an accessory now,” she quips right back.
“Partner in crime to a pretty outlaw cheerleader? There are certainly worse things to be,” he says, full-on grinning now.
She laughs—the first time she's so much as smiled all day, she thinks—a bright crack of sound before she can stop herself, even as her cheeks warm with a blush, and something like delight flashes in his eyes at the sound. Maybe she's seeing things where there's nothing, but it's a welcome reaction when she's used to being told to be quiet, be timid, be less.
As she opens her mouth to respond, she catches sight of the clock on the wall in the small room behind him—dimly lit and filled with odds and ends that must be theatre props—and gasps.
"I have to go," she says, flinging the strap of her duffle bag onto her shoulder from where it had slid down to her elbow. "I'm so sorry for running into you, really."
Before she's finished speaking, she takes off down the hallway again, smiling to herself when he calls out, "See you around, Bonnie!"
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Eddie and Chrissy give off strong “trash gremlin line cook” and “bubbly waitress who is about to fucking lose it” AU potential.
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*slowly starts unloading all my unseen Chrissy/Hellcheer fanart on here*
Did Grace ever say that Chrissy's prom dress would be yellow or did I dream that? I included that version with mine anyways 🥹💕
((pls click to see the real quality bc Tumblr kinda ate it lol))
#chrissy x eddie#eddisy#chrissy lives au#eddissy#grace van dien#chrissy cunningham#eddissy fanfiction#hellcheer#hellcheer fanart#eddissy fanart#i know her hair kinda looks like Nancy but meh#maybe they got ready together#86baybee
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Hawkins, Indiana 1960-
Chicago, Illinois 1966
Our love is expanding ❤
#hellcheer#eddissy#eddie munson#eddie x chrissy#chrissy stranger things#eddie and chrissy#hellcheer au#hellcheer coded#eddissy fanfiction#hellcheer fic#hellcheer anniversary week
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guess what today is!
it's my one year anniversary introducing myself to this fandom!!
I posted Do or Die last year on a whim, super inspired by one soft metalhead and one adorable cheerleader flirting at a picnic table. And was blown away by all the amazing readers, fans, and other writers in the hellcheer fandom!! Can't believe all the talent and kind hearts I've befriended since hitting that post button on ao3.
though my writing has grown since that first fic, it has a fond place in my heart. thank you for everyone who read parts of it, kudos, commented or encouraged me to continue writing.
y'all are the best 🥰
if you're feeling nostalgic:
Do or Die : chrissy x eddie || mature for canon violence || slow burn fix-it || 61k wc
*special thanks to my old beta reader HarperRose who put together that initial title card for me!
#hellcheer#eddie munson#hellcheer fanfic#eddie x chrissy#hellcheer fanfiction#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#fix it fic#chrissy and eddie live#eddissy#eddissy fanfiction#year anniversary of do or die#thankful for my hellcheer babes
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Chrissy’s first day of school outfit (on the left) in the new chapter of my fic (that is apparently from an actual Sears catalogue from 1982 🥰)
🔍Link for new chapter of A Kind of Pretty Lethal Detective Duo
📌Link to pin if you want to save it too!
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Hellcheer Fanfiction Recs
So I've gone mad and read like a hundred hellcheer fanfictions over the last two months. I wanted to make a list of my favourite ones to share.
(all the writers for this duo are super talented honestly so there's plenty more to add here)
Updated: April/2024
You want a Chrissy joining the Hellfire Club AU?
take a chance on me by WomanOf1000Faces
Roll For... by Not a Little But A Lottie (klarolineagainnaturally)
You want to read Hellcheer from an alternative character POV?
still awake, playing chase with the sunrise by cyraclove (Max)
The Cheerleader and the Hellfire King by cunninghamschrissy (Dustin)
she said to me, forget what you thought by kattyshack (Max)
You make me the best kind of nervous, pretty sure you do that shit on purpose... by PhoenixTalon (Will + the freshmen)
for the freak and the princess by thehellcheervoid (Anysia) (Jonathan)
Stereotypes by shroomyystar (Mike)
A Gentle Nudge by bigdumbbambieyes (Billy)
You want some straight up smut?
honeycomb by cyraclove
Late one night by AdelaideElaine and sequel Rose-tint my world
talk me up so sweet by kattyshack
You want some smut with fluff?
love you as much as i do by thehellcheervoid (Anysia)
the only thing i want (when one drop hits my mouth) by cunninghams and justyrae
wilted by cunninghams
You want some daddy kink smut?
oh, pretty baby, where’ve you been? by kattyshack
got someone to hold me, call me his by agentmmayy
You want a smutty Hellcheer date?
when you’re dressed in black from head to toe (think I like you best) by cunninghams
You want Eddie or Chrissy longing after the other?
synchronized denial by empress_of_snark
Silver Smile by shroomyystar
worthless players of a non-believer by cunninghamschrissy
he comes to visit me (when i’m dreaming every now and then) by cunninghams (features a Chrissy/Steve dynamic which is also beautiful)
i can see you by rose_n_gunses
dust off my clumsy words & bad pick-up lines by kattyshack
You want some wibbly-wobbly time travel stuff feat. Hellcheer?
i just died in your arms tonight by shroomyystar
someone reaching back for me by enoughtotemptme
You want a body-swap AU?
Duality by broomclosetkink (also features the best Chrissy/Wayne moment I've ever read)
You want some Eddie vs Jason moments?
always be here (from now on) by brightblackholes
You want a re-do of Season 4 where Chrissy lives? Check out these epics
Chrissy and Eddie’s Infinite Mixtape by LovelyThings
aesthetic chills by sloelimbs
On the Other Side by JohnGreenGirlAo3
You want a Chrissy/Eddie moving on from Vecna fic?
heart begins to beat by makeshiftcandy
graceland, too. (whatever she wants) by cunninghams (bucket list AU)
trailing stars behind us by HearJessRoar
You want an AU Chrissy/Eddie friends to lovers with no Vecna at all?
Confrontations with the Devil by Spitecookie
You want a fake dating AU?
twenty-one rules by elanor_gamgee
we're a lie (you and i) by makeshiftcandy
#hellcheer#eddissy#hellcheer fanfic#eddisy#eddissy fanfiction#chrissy cunningham x eddie munson#chrissy x eddie#eddie x chrissy#chrissy cunningham#eddie munson#hellcheer fanfiction#stranger things fanfiction#everyone is so talented
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midwest monster of the highest grade
"Oh, that- that's embarrassing. You must think I'm terrible." Chrissy glanced over at Jason (still not looking at her) and squeezed her cup so that it popped back into shape.
As she reached to set her cup and plate on the bench at her feet, she saw Eddie lean away in confusion. "If you're terrible just for being a little annoyed with him, then what does that make me?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "A monster, probably."
OR
Chrissy wants to win Best Couple's Costume. Jason is no help. (Eddie is, though.)
#hellcheer#hellcheer fanfic#hellcheer fanfiction#eddie x chrissy#chrissy x eddie#eddissy#eddissy fanfic#eddissy fanfiction#eddie munson fanfic#chrissy cunningham#chrissy cunningham fanfic#chrissy cunningham x eddie munson#eddie munson#eddie munson x chrissy cunningham#stranger things#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#my writing#my fic moodboard#just r's thoughts#fic: midwest monster of the highest grade
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BRAINS OVER BRAWN
Summary: using herself as bait in order to protect Max, Chrissy is dropped at the Creel's residence with Dustin and Eddie as her guardians. Unfortunately, someone tips off Jason after spotting Dustin outside the murder house.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham
Genre: angst w/ happy ending
Tags:
Eddissy: @chaoticlovingdreamer @acvross-the-universe @queenofstarsanddarkness
Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads
Warnings: language, violence, guns, blood
A/N: props to my best friend for giving me ideas to write a believable fight scene between Eddie and Jason, because this one was complicated af. Also say thanks to Grace Van Dien for putting out there which songs would have saved Chrissy from Vecna, we love you queen. Enjoy babes <3
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I gulped, my legs wobbling once my white Reebok sneakers landed on the sidewalk by the Creel's house. This was crazy. Was I really doing it?
With each step I took towards the entrance, I became more and more dazed; the Brigitte Bardot's cassette that Steve Harrington had struggled so much to find faintly played through Eddie's headphones, though it was currently being muffled by the stammering of my heart.
What was I thinking? I wasn't brave —not braver than Max Mayfield, at least. But Max was a kid.
I felt a finger gently tap on my shoulder, snapping me out of my negative train of thought that threatened to go downhill.
I spun my head to my right, switching the attention from the ominous stained glass to a concerned Eddie, pointing at his ear as to tell me to remove the portable music player.
With a sigh, I did what Eddie requested and took off the headphones, letting them hang from my neck.
"You okay?" Eddie questioned in a whisper.
He wasn't a fan of the plan. Specially, not of the part in which I ventured into the lion's den to act as bait. He didn't particularly like the idea of Dustin being there either, but groups of three were made, and at the end of the day, the Creel's house was the safest.
If you didn't have me on account, of course.
"As okay as I can be right now." I limited myself to reply, tugging on the sleeves of my newly acquired leather bomber in order to stop my fingers from fidgeting.
"Hey," the tall boy reached for my hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. "We're not letting him get to you again, right Henderson?"
We both turned to the freshman, who enthusiastically nodded. "The moment it gets remotely bad," he raised his right hand, showing me the big radio cassette player we had grabbed from Eddie's trailer. "We're calling in Brigitte... Bardot, or whatever her name is."
Dustin's words made the corner of my lip twist up in an endeared smile, which Eddie turned into a relieved breathy laugh the moment he spoke again.
"You can bet they'll hear her all the way from Indianapolis." He joked, bumping my shoulder with his. "We're not taking any chances here."
"Promise?" It was almost inaudible, but Eddie caught it.
"Promise." He assured me, intertwining his fingers with mine, automatically diminishing my anxiety.
Something about Eddie's presence made me feel unbelievably safe —which was actually hilarious if we considered that, just a week earlier, the idea of meeting him alone in the woods made me uneasy at the very least.
My two assigned protectors awaited in silence for me to be ready and give them the cue to enter the abandoned house.
"Screw it," I let go of Eddie's hand and, after doing a couple of little jumps on the spot, I put back on the headphones and grabbed the door knob. "Let's do this."
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EDDIE'S P. O. V.
I was trying not to pace, to sit still by Chrissy's side as she stayed crosslegged in that dusty attic, holding her hand like she had asked me to. My knuckles had turned white and my palms sweaty from complying.
Her eyes were rolled back while her petite frame slightly convulsed on the spot, making her ponytail and bangs wave as if there was a breeze of fresh air coming from somewhere. The little notepad rested open over the wooden box before us, her last scribble on display for me.
'Thank you ♡'
Thank you. I still couldn't understand why she had trusted me to keep her body safe in the abandoned house while her mind battled with Vecna, trying to slip away from his grasp.
And even though I didn't understand, I would carry out every wish and need she had, because, fuck, she deserved every good thing in our fucked up world.
Every. Good. Thing.
There was a rage, a frustration, tightening like barbed wire around heart after listening in silence to all the bad thoughts she spilled to trick Vecna into taking her; all those horrible things about herself that she, to some extent, believed to be true.
I was ready to tell her the truth once she woke up; how she was beautiful —inside and out—; how she was the farthest thing from a horrible daughter for not listening to her mother; how she was capable and brave, so brave, and a good person.
I was ready to tell her that she didn't have to fulfill anyone's expectations but hers, that she didn't have to change her body to fit into anything, that Jason was the problem for not listening to her and not the other way around.
But to tell her all those things, first she had to fucking wake up, and she had to fucking wake up soon or else...
"C'mon..." I muttered through gritted teeth in the lowest tone possible, unable to refrain myself from emitting any kind of sound.
Stay with her.
Stay with her.
"Fuck." I halfheartedly let go of Chrissy's hand to peek through the boarded up broken window. "C'mon, Dustin." I pulled the flashlight from my back pocket and pointed it to the playground's direction.
On-off. On-off. On-off.
Nothing.
I looked over my shoulder to check Chrissy's state; it hadn't changed, but something inside of me was telling me we needed to rush.
"C'mon, Henderson." I turned back to the window, sharpening my eyes in order to try and see in the dark.
On-off. On-off. On-off.
"What the fuck." I took a step back from the window. Dustin wasn't there, he wasn't in the playground. God, we didn't need more problems.
Staring at Chrissy's vulnerable, entranced state, I debated between trying the communication through light again or going out to check why wasn't Dustin responding.
It was just as I turned to turn on the flashlight again that the front door, three stories down, was slammed open, loud enough for me to hear the hit.
"EDDIE!!!"
My heart missed a beat at the freshman's distressed scream, following by fast, loud steps up the stairs that quickly came to a halt.
Forgetting about my task of remaining silent, my immediate response was to yell back, "DUSTIN?!"
Nothing.
Something was wrong. Something was so wrong.
"Motherfucking..." I muttered, as scared and stressed as I would ever be, running to grab the Brigitte Bardot cassette from my walkman. "Son of a bitch. Fucking... Christ." With shaky hands, I sprinted back to the window, under which the radio cassette player had been set, and threw it in before attempting to make my way downstairs.
I could barely get past Chrissy before my pace died down.
"Holy shit..."
Just when I thought I couldn't be more distraught, I was met with Jason fucking Carver climbing the attic stairs, left arm holding Dustin against his chest while his right hand held a gun up to the kid's head.
Great, just fucking great.
"Fuck me." I instinctively raised my hands in surrender, eyes ping-ponging between Dustin and Jason, whose deranged glare wasted no time in scan the place and therefore finding Chrissy in a matter of seconds.
"You fucking freak!" Jason shouted, taking slow steps forward and therefore making me step back at the same speed. "I knew you had her." I saw his bloodshot eyes stare at what I figured was Chrissy's back, but didn't dare to look at her.
"Dustin, you okay, man?" I chose to ask, as laid-back and possible, my attention focused on the scared freshman forced to walk in front of the jock.
Dustin's quick nod made Jason's focus snap back to us, pressing the barrel against the kid's temple, which made my whole body stop functioning and Dustin's lids be screwed shut.
"He won't be okay if you don't back off."
"Listen—"
"Back off!"
I had no option but comply, trying not to stumble while I mantained the six feet distance between us, only stopping after Jason reached Chrissy.
"Chris?" He crouched, manhandling Dustin with an iron grip to check the cheerleader's state. "What did you do to her?!" He yelled, standing up and turning his head to me so fast that it might as well have given him whiplash.
"Listen, let the kid go, alright?" I nearly begged, seeing Dustin's eyes welling up with tears he refused to spill.
"I'll let him go when you let her go!" The loading of the gun dramatically echoing in the eerily silent attic nearly put me under cardiac arrest.
When my body unknowingly tried to move forward to reach the curly haired boy, Jason yanked him back, a string of curses falling from my lips as he did so.
"Eddie—"
"Henderson, shut up." I ordered with widened eyes. Thank God the blond boy wasn't trigger-happy. "Jason, you don't understand—'
"I do." He growled. "The only reason why I didn't shoot you on sight is because I understand, you satanic freak."
"Dude, I'm catholic." I replied with unnerving levity.
"Eddie! remember your first campaign with us?" Dustin's words were a quick, nervous gibberish. "The Gnolls that attacked the party." Luckily, Jason had decided to try to decipher whatever the kid was saying instead of shutting him up for good. "Gareth's idea. Brains over brawn."
Oh boy, this was gonna suck for me.
"What's he talking about?!" Jason urged me to explain, the loose strand of hair hanging over his forehead trembling. "What does that mean?!"
I shrugged, giving my head a slow shake. "I have no idea, man."
"Cut the bullshit. Here's what's gonna happen." He drew a loud breath, jaw clenching as he tried to put himself together. "You're gonna wake her up." Without blinking, he tilted his head to Dustin. "Or I'm gonna kill him."
God, my heart was jackhammering to the point it made me dizzy. Why did it have to be me handling this situation? Killing off a couple of nightmarish bats would have been much easier than dealing with a delusional, unhinged jock with a gun who also happened to hate my guts.
This was on me for volunteering to be Chrissy's protector. What was I thinking? I wasn't brave.
Fuck it. Bravery or not, I wasn't going to let Jason hurt Dustin or get to Chrissy.
Brains over brawn, Eddie. Time to roll the dice and hope for it to score a high number.
"I'm sure Chrissy would looove to know you murdered a fourteen year old in her name." I commented, risking adding a sarcastic undertone to my words.
"Wake her up, you fucking psycho!"
"Psycho?" I scoffed, looking down at the basketball player. "That's rich from the guy pointing a gun at a kid." I tried to bring in a watered down version of my usual histrionic demeanor, hoping to bewilder Jason enough for him to forget about Dustin. "Maybe I should wake her up. Let her see you like this. She would hate you." I dragged the last two words in a slow tone, trying not to startle the blond senior while simultaneously riling him up.
"You don't know what you're talking about!" He seethed, though there was a tinge of fear showing in his irises. "You don't know Chris!"
"And you do?" I huffed, eyes squinted at him. "You don't even know what she was going through." My reproach was genuine, flashes of Chrissy's tortured, miserable state coming to my mind accompanied by the echoing of her dark confession to Vecna.
"If she was going through anything, she'd tell me!" His grip on Dustin loosened, and so did the need to press the pistol against his head, since he was now motioning at the girl with it. "She trusts me more than anything!"
"That so?" I dared to take a step forward. "Then why was she in my trailer and not in your house?" The guy was now vibrating with rage, and God would I be enjoying it if it was not for the imminent danger threatening all of our lives. "You know what I think?" I taunted in a low voice. "I think you've never listened to her."
"Shut up, Munson."
"You never even cared about what she had to say, did you? And why would you, Jason?" My voice, which was previously a mocking whisper, began to gradually raise. "She was there to sit still and look pretty, wasn't she?"
"SHUT UP!" He finally tossed Dustin to the ground, nearly making him bump into Chrissy, and menacingly cocked the gun at me.
"She's a trophy for you, right? Something to show around." I egged on, trying to convince myself that he would not shoot, when we all knew quite well what he was capable of. "The Head Cheerleader and the Basketball Captain. What a fucking cliche."
"I love her more than anything."
"Really? Because it looks like you just wanted an excuse to come after me with a loaded gun, pretty boy."
"I'm going to kill you, Munson." He declared, knuckles white from the tight grip on the butt of the gun. Fuck, if the bullet didn't stop my heart, the fear would.
"All talk no action. I guess that's why Chris swapped you for the freak, huh."
I knew the nickname would strike that final nerve, so I braced myself and tried not to falter when I heard the bullet being shot.
Though it never came; Dustin had pushed the gun away, forcing Jason to shoot the roof and earning the kid a well packed punch.
Letting out a warcry to hype myself up, I leaped forward, tackling the shorter senior and sending us both to fall on the creaky planks on the attic's floor.
Using the initial shock and the fact the the gun had slipped from Jason's grasp as my only advantages, I propped myself upright on my knees and threw a blow down full force, making it crash into the blond's cheekbone with a strength I didn't know I had, leaving a cut on it from my chunky ring and the jock momentarily stunned.
I clutched my fist with a hiss, feeling my own stinging pain from the hit on my knuckles.
"EDDIE!!"
My head instinctively snapped at Dustin, and I was first met with the cause of the terrified scream; Chrissy beginning to raise from the floor.
"THE CASSETTE!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.. "DUSTIN, THE C—"
Pow!
Jason's knuckles hastily colliding with my jaw marked the end of what I knew to be my strike of luck.
My reflexes were clearly not as good as an athlete's, so in my dazed state, I could do close nothing to dodge a second blow, way more calculated than the previous one.
After trying to shake Jason off me and attempting to unsuccessfully land a couple of hits of my own, I opted to shield myself.
I barely registered the melodic, ironically lighthearted voice of Brigitte Bardot being blasted through my radio cassette player; thankfully, it took Jason so aback that he halted his vicious attack on me.
"STOP THIS!" His hysterical threat came out muffled by the blood thumping in my ears. Through swollen, blurry eyes, I saw how Jason scurried away in Dustin's direction.
No way.
Drawing strength from the adrenaline, I managed to kick the jock in the guts before he could get up. I pushed myself off the wooden floor, making it squeak under my weight before charging at Jason once more with a loud cry.
I knew it was a losing game, and Jason confirmed it the moment he not only deviated my fist to crash on the planks, but also switched our positions; with a crazed glare, he held me in place by taking a fistful of my blood stained shirt to push me against one of the posts supporting the damned attic's structure.
I didn't hear the thump behind Jason.
CHRISSY'S P. O. V.
"Stop running, Chrissy." The devil-like voice was calm; he was taking his time to chase me through the beautiful playground he had recently turned into a goreish nightmare. "It's time."
I stopped running by the swings; my chest heaved and tears blurred my eyes once more. He was right, it was time.
That was my last genuinely happy memory. There was no point in trying to get away anymore, and that broke me.
"Chrissy." I let out a shriek at the closeness of his voice. Frozen in place by the horror I felt, I could only widen my eyes, my legs dangerously shaking while he circled me until we stood face to face. "Stay very still." He ordered, raising his clawed hand until it hovered over my head. "It'll be alright."
It'll be alright.
The words Eddie had scribbled on his notepad moments ago while we waited alone for Phase Two came to my mind, accompanied by his soft half smile as a saving grace.
I didn't know if that would count as a happy memory, but I had to try. Pushing out of my thoughts the fact that Vecna was inches away from me, I shut my eyes and visualized that instant as vividly as I could, tears spilling from my closed lids.
Moi je joue à joue contre joue
Je veux jouer à joue contre vous
Mais vous, le voulez-vous?
"You think a song will save you, Chrissy?" He mocked me, tilting his head to the side. "Nothing will s..."
I had no time to think before the ground split beneath me while everything dissolved into dusty smoke, including Vecna.
I caught a mere glimpse of it before falling into a seemingly never ending darkness that made my stomach sink and knocked the air straight out of my lungs.
And then... Thud!
My feet hit the ground without a warning, cheerleader instincts kicking in and making me react on time so I wouldn't break my ankles.
It took a while for my senses to register anything aside from my hyperventilation, the undusted old wood beneath me and the deafening singing of Brigitte Bardot.
"Chrissy!" Two trembling hands grabbed my forearms and forced me to meet a curl framed face.
"Dustin?" The kid was on the verge of tears, visibly torn between leaving my side or making sure I was alright.
And then every violent sound silenced by the cassette started to come to me; the tussling, the grunts, the hits, Jason's raging screams.
The gun lying at arm's reach on my left.
EDDIE'S P. O. V.
"You think I don't know why you chose Chrissy?!" He yelled, fisting my shirt; had I not being so battered, I would have worried about him tearing the cheap fabric. "You think I don't see how you look at her?! YOU FUCKING FREAK?!" His voice cracked while he shoved my head against the post, triggering a worn out wince from me. Shit, I was so gonna have a serious concussion after this. "YOU'VE" Punch. "ALWAYS." Punch. "WANTED HER!"
Bang!
I didn't even flinch at the shot, but Jason did. His hands instinctively went up to somehow cover his head, but someone else was faster on the attack, shattering a vase against my attacker's temple and successfully freeing me from his iron grip.
Dustin's shoe flashed in front my eyes to kick Jason's semiconscious body off of me before hooking his arms around mines, dragging me away from the jock.
It was only after my perspective of the room had changed that I saw Chrissy struggling to stand up, the gun held firmly by both of her hands.
Like a rabid animal, Jason was soon clambering scarily fast towards me and Dustin, making us both scream as if that would somehow stop him.
"Get off them." Chrissy's stern, tired voice was barely audible over the song, but it was enough to make Jason change his mind about resuming the fight.
"Chris— Chris, it's me, babe." It was scary, how gentle he turned once he realized Chrissy was out of the trance. He wasn't in much of a hurry to rescue her from us now that she was aiming the pistol at him.
"What did you do?" She questioned in a grieving mumble, glassy blue eyes stealing a worried glance at my form.
"Baby, put down the gun." He ordered, getting up from the floor in an attempt to make his way to Chrissy. "I don't know what this freak did to you but we'll make it right."
"Don't get any closer." She warned the basketball team captain, taking a step back in order to rest against one of the wooden posts.
"Babe, I know you're scared—"
Determination and anger twisted Chrissy's face before she tilted the barrel down ever so slightly, shooting right in front of Jason's feet.
"I SAID DON'T GET ANY CLOSER!" Dustin's hold of me loosened, most likely due to feeling more protected now that Jason seemed to be listening to Chrissy. "Dustin? Can you get Eddie to the stairs?"
"I— I can try." The kid was able to sit me up but, despite putting in his best effort, I couldn't even stand up before we stumbled back to the floor. "Fuck."
Chrissy seemed to ponder her options, brows furrowed in concentration.
"Turn around and walk to that corner." She ordered Jason, momentarily cocking the gun at the farthest place from the attic's entrance.
The boy's bewildered eyes landed on us, then the corner, then Chrissy again, switching back and forth between the end of the gun and her cold gaze. "Chris, c'mon." He chuckled, trying not to let the nerves slip. "You're not gonna shoot me."
"I don't want to shoot you." She corrected him, jaw clenched and eyes squinted as if she was battling with her soft self and her own fears to make the following statement. "But I will if you touch Eddie again. So," Jason gulped, now more convinced by his girlfriend's words. "You're going to turn around, and walk to that corner."
Unable to react different due to the shock of the situation, Jason did nothing but obey, walking past us livid with widened eyes and hands up.
"Stay there." Chrissy's stern voice faltered while she put the gun down and rushed to us, her strong demeanor crumbling into pieces once she kneeled in front of me. "God..."
"Bad, huh?" I questioned, trying to lighting the mood but obtaining the opposite.
"It's going to be okay, Eddie." she didn't sound very convincing, but what was remaining intact of my body melted when she took off her scrunchie and carefully put my hair back in a bun. "It's... God, okay. That's a lot of blood."
"Great." I hissed, clenching my fists when Chrissy used her fingertips to move my bangs out of the way.
"Dustin, you have water?" By the way Chrissy's were automatically casted down, I figured the freshman, who kept me sat upright, had responded negatively. "We're... We're gonna get you to a hospital, okay? C'mon."
She moved to my side, draping my left arm over her shoulders and linking her fingers with mines before prompting Dustin to do the same.
With extra support, a little pride and a lot of pain, I was able to start walking.
"Waitwaitwait," I stopped them at the stairs, earning a worried look from both. "Can't go to a hospital, they'll call the police."
"Eddie, I don't know if you noticed but" Dustin motioned dramatically at my upper body with his free hand. "This is bad. Dying beats jail."
"Do I... look like I'm dying?" Chrissy's overenthusiastic 'no!' overlapped with Dustin's deadpanning 'yeah'. "I mean, it does hurt like a bitch."
"Listen, we'll get you to a hospital." Chrissy began, taking a step forward for us to follow her lead. "I'll— I'll stay with you, okay?"
I vehemently denied, feeling instant regret when that simple movement made me prone to lose balance and fall down the old stairs. "What about Vecna?"
"I think the plan worked." Chrissy shrugged, locking her eyes with mine. Now up close, I could appreciate how bloodshot they were. "The song... It wouldn't have worked."
My breath hitched, my left hand tightening around hers as if that would stop her from disappearing again.
It wouldn't have worked.
"It's okay, Eddie. He's gone." I hope. She didn't say it, but both Dustin and I could hear that thought. "Wait here, guys." She asked in a soft whisper once we reached the bottom of the stairs. So different from the harsh tone she had used with Jason minutes ago.
Speaking of which— Chrissy run upstairs, her ruined, soiled skirt shimming gracefully as she did so.
She was down in no time, wiggling Jason's car keys in one hand while the other held the gun limply against her thigh.
"I got ourselves a ride." She stated, sporting a smile way too warm bright for the situation. God, I loved her smile. "I gotta warn you, I'm not the best driver." She commented, throwing my arm over her shoulders once more.
"Well, look at it this way, we're driving to a hospital anyway." Dustin pointed out, making Chrissy laugh, her eyes squinting as she shook her head and casted it down.
Following her movements, my eyes inevitably fell on the stuffed pocket of the jacket Nancy bought her at War Zone, which until that moment had been empty. The two notepads we had used to communicate before baiting Vecna peeked from it.
When she looked back up at me and noticed what had caught my attention, she gifted me a small, timid smile.
"Happy memories." She simply said, only loud enough for me to hear. "I need those."
Happy memories.
My heart made a flip, and I felt like a middle school kid all over again.
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I've seen several people say Chrissy Cunningham has horse girl energy, and as a life long, card carrying, currently professionally employed horse girl ...I kinda want to write the AU. Featuring thing such as...
The Cunninghams own a fancy fancy hunter-jumper barn, the kind full of high five to six figure show horses that winter in Florida. Chrissy's mom trains the hunters and equitation riders and her dad does the jumpers.
Chrissy as the Hunter/Big-Eq Princess. Hunters and Equitation are disciplines that have a not entirely undeserved reputation for being toxic af at the upper levels. Both are centered around a kinda subjective ideal of how a horse (hunters) and rider (equitation) should look/move. There are plenty of genuinely good riders in both disciplines, but there’s also a reputation of “the thinnest girl with the longest legs on the most expensive horse” ends up sweeping every class. I’ve heard plenty of horror stories of coaches being straight up verbally and emotionally abusive to their students, a lot of eating disorders, and (especially when male coaches are involved) SA is not unheard of either. So it seems like an environment rife for Chrissy to end up in a similar mental state as she does in canon.
Jason the Jumper. Jumpers are a bit more rough and tumble, focusing less on perfection and style, and more on getting over the biggest jumps as fast as you damn can without knocking down any rails. Agility, power, and speed are the name of the game. Big jock energy. He’s a bit of a reactive prick when he rides though and is too heavy handed with his horses.
Wayne takes a job working as the general handyman on the Cunningham’s farm and Eddie and him move into the cabin on the property. They used to live in Indianapolis but Eddie crossed the wrong people in his drug dealing, so Wayne (who grew up in the country) quit his factory job to move them out to the farm in hopes of helping Eddie start over fresh. They move in during the winter when a lot of the horses are still down in Florida and he fucking hates it. There’s nothing to do, he doesn’t know shit about horses, they’re big and scary, and he has to muck stalls which he thinks sucks.
Spring comes, the show horses and rides who have been gone in Florida come back, and he sees Chrissy for the first time. This itty bitty slip of a thing sailing around on a 17hh horse over three and a half foot jumps like it’s absolute nothing and he is entranced. Suddenly (and Wayne fucking knows) he’s asking to do more chores, spend more time around the barn, just so he can watch Chrissy ride...and in the process realizes Jason’s a dick (both to Chrissy and to his horses) and sees how brutal Chrissy’s mom can be to her during her lessons. He starts to really think this whole horse riding thing in general might be bullshit.
It starts getting hot and Eddie does not know how to cope at first. Chrissy sees him about to die of heat exhaustion with his long ass hair and gives him her scrunchy to put his hair up in a man bun. He keeps it. Also a lot of sweaty Eddie in tank tops with tattoos on full display doing manual labor.
Eddie has a motorcycle cause why not? Hell yeah Chrissy’s gonna ride behind him like a little back pack.
Chrissy’s childhood pony colics (potentially deadly tummy ache for horses) and Eddie stays up with her all night taking turns walking the pony and offering it water, he lets her sleep and spends hours just going up and down the barn aisle with this damn pony.
Eddie turns out to be a natural with horses on the ground once he starts warming up to them. He’s a naturally empathetic and sensitive dude, I could see him picking up on how to read horses’ body language and how to work with them pretty quickly. He’s able to calm down one of Jason’s upset, panicky horses when Jason’s temper is only making things worse, which pisses Jason off to no end.
Chrissy teaches Eddie to ride. He eventually is...sufficiently competent. Maybe one day she gets him his own scruffy ass horse to ride around on the farm with her. Chrissy starts enjoying riding for riding again without feeling all the pressure from her mom and competing.
Eddie is really really into Chrissy wearing her riding clothes. Tight ass pants for the win.
Eddie helps Chrissy change her discipline over to Jumpers. He sees how stifling the Hunter/Eq world is for Chrissy and encourages her to either quit or try something different. Her mom will flip if Chrissy tries to do something else, so Eddie helps her sneak around to practice for switching to the Jumpers and she eventually goes head to head with Jason.
Chrissy has a nasty fall at a big horse show. Hurt/comfort feelings ensue.
Chrissy starts teaching some beginner lessons. Eddie encourages her since he hasn’t died yet and she taught him, and turns out to be really good at it/enjoys working with the kids and helping them learn to love something she’s so passionate about. It helps her as she’s recovering from her fall.
Eddie’s past catches up with him?
#hellcheer#eddissy#hellcheer fanfiction#eddissy fanfiction#hellcheer fanfic#edissy fanfic#hellcheer au#hellcheer au ideas#the issue is that the last time I tried to do a horse based AU#I had to have a fucking glossary at the end of every chapter#it's like#heartland meets hellcheer#but with less cowboys and natural horsemanship#and more bitchy hunter/jumpers
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i want you to want me
ship: Eddie/Chrissy
tags: Alternate Universe - No Monsters, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down, Roller Rink, Arcades, Full 80s Aesthetic, Roller Skater!Chrissy, Secret Relationship, Cheating, Not Jason Carver Friendly, Public Sex (sort of), Soft Smut, Chrissy Is Anxiety Girl, Hot and Horny, Falling In Love, Fluff and Smut, Making Out, Recreational Drug Use, Frottage, *waves hands around for other soft smut tags*
summary: The Starcourt Mall was the biggest thing to happen Hawkins, Indiana. It had everything: a food court, a movie theater, and a roller rink.
Chrissy Cunningham has spent the last year learning her new hobby away from the watchful eye of her mom. Eddie Munson took a job there to make some more legal cash. Like two comets, it didn’t take long for them to crash.
wordcount: 6,367
excerpt:
“We could always meet in the woods,” Chrissy continued the conversation thread. Her pupils were big and wide, dark against the thin line of blue iris. The arcade didn’t have good lighting during open hours and had much less now. She wiggled her hips impatiently and Eddie slid one of his hands up her spine, under her shirt.
“We already do that,” he said, ducking his head and skimming his lips over her jawline. She tilted her head back.
Truth be told, they met up for their secret rendezvous pretty much…everywhere. At the arcade-slash-roller-rink, behind the school in the woods, in Eddie’s van pretty much wherever he wanted to park it, at Eddie’s trailer, occasionally she snuck him into her room…It was all pretty thrilling since it was so bad. Because Chrissy Cunningham had a boyfriend and it was not Eddie Munson.
Chrissy knew it was wrong, but she just didn’t want to stop.
#eddissy#hellcheer#hellcheer fanfiction#eddissy fanfiction#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#eddie x chrissy#chrissy x eddie#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things#fanfic*
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glass houses
a hellcheer/eddissy fanfiction
words: 1584
summary: a small moment between eddie and chrissy after he wakes her from vecna, based off of the chrissy lives fancomic by the talented @artrmeblog! read on ao3.
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The field crickets and humming radiators are the only sounds that accompany Chrissy as she tries to calm her racing heart on the steps of Eddie Munson’s porch.
Every inch of her is covered in sweat and she greedily welcomes the cool, night March air against her frazzled form. The headache is already dimming to a slow pounding.
(It takes everything in her to focus on anything and everything instead of the tightness in her chest, the vision of that creature reaching into her, the breathlessness of running through her own house, flies and worms and spiders and sewn lips and peeled skin and rotting flesh and the terror, terror, terror of it all.
She feels stuck. In place. In her own mind. On the edge of something – a cliff, her sanity, a hell full of horrors that want to pull her from her own world.
It feels close.
And she’s tired. She’s tired of being scared all the time.)
She tries to count the patches and pins, unfamiliar and intriguing, on the vest Eddie gave her. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Anything to distract her, from the fear she felt – still feels. There’s a patch of something called Motörhead, a pewter pin that reads W.A.S.P., a shiny, pinback button with red lettering, Mercyful Fate –
The screen door creaks open wider behind her where Eddie had propped it open. She flinches, a movement so ingrained in her, so automatic, these past couple days, she only notices she does it because Eddie does, his eyes tightening at movement.
“Here.” In one hand, he holds out a mug depicting the ‘83 local fishing tournament; in the other, he clutches the radio he had knocked over.
Ice cold and running down the side of the ceramic, the water calms her nerves, though they start back up a bit when Eddie reaches over to untangle a strand of hair from her earring. He immediately snatches his hand back, using it to scratch the back of neck.
She must look like a total mess. Her mascara is already drying along her cheeks from where she sobbed just minutes before.
“Did you change your mind about the couch?” His tone is a mix of hesitant rejection and curiosity, but she can hear the concern underneath it all.
“No. I want to.” The few light poles strewn across the trailer park provide some light, but the darkness was too uncertain and scary after what just happened. “I just didn’t want to go too far. I wanted to wait for you.”
She suddenly feels silly and small for it, given that the aforementioned couch is literally a few feet from the porch, but Eddie graces her with a smile and says, “C’mon, it’s softer than it looks.”
He's talking about a piece of furniture, but she’s thinking of him and how she agrees. Those words echo around her scattered mind.
She follows him to the lumpy couch that sits beneath a wide awning. It looks old and weathered. He flops onto the cushions, and with more care for her sore legs, she follows suit, finding that, yes, it is softer than it looks.
“My uncle doesn’t have a copy of ‘Uptown,’ I’m afraid, but I did find this in his stash.” Eddie maneuvers the radio onto the floor by their feet. He hits play and the sound of glass breaking blasts from the speakers: Glass Houses.
The fumbling way he adjusts the volume, him raising and lowering his eyebrows with the movement, causing her to snort, reminds her of those lighthearted moments in the forest earlier that day – hours and hours ago that somehow seem like days and months ago – and she is once again reminded that Eddie Munson is so very different from what she expected.
The shaky panic is still sitting beneath the surface, hovering in the air like candle smoke just blown out, but the fresh air and Eddie’s presence washes over her with every second of the clock she can’t hear tick anymore.
Instead, she hears the crickets and radiators from before and tunes in to other sounds: moths bumping the lamp above them, dishes clinking and television blaring from neighboring trailers, night calls from owls and katydids, a dog on a chain, and the guitar twanging from the radio at their feet.
“Are you a Billy Joel fan?” She doesn’t think he is from what she remembers of his band and the way he dresses, but she finds it in herself to try and lighten the atmosphere.
He gives her an offended look, and she knows she’s accomplished her attempt at humor. “Blasphemous, Cunningham.”
She giggles and watches as his eyes light up at her obvious amusement. “He’s great!”
Eddie shakes his head, covering his chest in mock pain. “You’re draining me!”
“Oh, come on, there’s got to be one song of his.”
He barks a laugh, tugging at the denim vest still wrapped around her. “Not up my alley but solid try.”
“Then why the…?” She points to the radio, its silver casing glinting in the moonlight. It seems much older than her Conion at home, currently housing her dad’s favorite Carole King tape, and even still, Eddie’s looks well-loved and well-kept.
There’s an immediate sobering to his features, worry clouding his dark eyes as the sounds of the saxophone and electric guitar fill the silence. “Chrissy, you – you scared the ever-living shit out of me, you know that?”
Her panic rises like a cresting wave, but the music and the intense way Eddie’s gaze never leaves hers keeps the force of it at bay.
He runs a hand across his face, and his voice shakes when he says, “I didn’t know what the fuck was happening and it was all so fast and you were fucking flying and your eyes, they were white and I was so, so fucking terrified.” He chuckles humorlessly, and he starts to pull at a thread in the cushion. “Then fucking Billy Joel started playing because I knocked the goddamn thing over, and it wasn’t even from a tape, it was the radio, so thank fuck Wayne had Top 40’s on, but then you fell – I’m so sorry I didn’t catch you, I’m such an idiot – and you woke up, and I – I don’t know.” There’s a beat where he runs out of breath, and her heart is racing for him, for what he witnessed, for both of them. She wants to cover his mouth with her hand, with the sleeve of her cheer jacket, with her own mouth, to get him to stop talking, and she knows she shouldn’t want that, but he’s blaming himself and she likes him and he saved her. He looks back to the radio, a tiredness she feels in her very soul beginning to set in him. “He’s good for something, I guess.”
She smiles softly, sadly, at this boy before her. “You saved my life.”
His eyes shoot back to hers, a protest already forming. “No, I –”
“Eddie,” she whispers, reaching out to take his hand. The rings are cold and large; she twists one, a skull, around his finger once, twice. “You did – you saved me.”
The grip on her hand tightens and he says nothing at first, but his eyes are bright and shining, like she suspects hers are. “Agree to disagree.” He swings their hands toward the radio. “I thought that playing some of his music might be good, so.”
And, right there, something inside of her beams at his consideration. She hadn’t even made the connection at first that he had picked out the tape because “Uptown Girl” was playing when she awoke from whatever terrifying trance she had been in. She remembers his words from the living room, sincerity cutting through both of their frenzied heartbeats as he held her to him.
Whatever you said happened, I believe you. And, I promise, whatever comes next – I will help you.
“Good taste,” she jokes, instead of thank you, instead of throwing her arms around him.
Eddie breathes a small laugh, showing that dimple at the corner of his smile, and drops her hand. “Freak,” he says softly, instead of you’re welcome.
The callback hovers between them like a lightning bug, flickering with light, asking them to look, you can look, just don’t bottle me up, yet. She lays her head back against the couch, wondering if it would be too much to ask him to show her his own music collection, if she would like it, knowing that she wouldn’t mind either way if she did or not.
A clacking sound startles her from her wandering thoughts, and she whips her head up to see Eddie banging two twigs against each other in a sporadic rhythm. He’s keeping time with the drums and percussion of the spunky tune playing from the radio. A guilty smirk pulls at his mouth.
“Listen,” he starts.
“You liar!”
He drums along with the lively tempo, never missing a beat. “I never said he wasn’t good.” Squinting, he adds, “For a poppy rock dude who plays harmonica.”
She laughs and tucks this memory into her heart, away from whatever creature still might be out there.
Chrissy watches Eddie flail and dance, feeling lighter – such a strong contrast to the paranoia and disarray and horror. She knows it has a lot to do with the school’s resident “freak” sitting beside her now. Maybe everything to do with him.
Him and Billy Joel, of course.
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