#hellcheer drabble
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"Chrissy used to wait until her parents were out of the house and then dance around her bedroom to Corroded Coffin and sing into her hairbrush. It felt like a huge rebellion in her mind at the time." for @storiesofimagination
More than anything else, Chrissy hated being late.
It was unlike her. Even despite her mother drilling the entire family on being punctual all her life, Chrissy knew that being on time would have defined her. A flower planted in a vase could be just as beautiful as one grown in a field, after all. Just not quite as free.
Despite having a doctor's appointment as an excuse, Chrissy still took the stairs up to school two at a time. The excused absence in her hand for her first two periods felt meaningless – just more wasted time she'd have to use, taking it to the front office. She stormed through the hallway, swinging by the front desk before headed to her locker.
And she stopped all at once. Taking two broad steps back to absorb that which had attracted the attention of her peripheral vision.
A crystal tape case had been dropped on the ground. Innocuous enough, she leaned down, picking it up and turning it over in curious hands.
Songs she didn't recognized were scribbled onto the back fold. The front was hand drawn, as well, featuring a creepy, disembodied hand. Like someone had taken macabre liberties with Thing from The Addams Family (a lovely series of which she'd only been allowed to catch episodes at Vicki Rosenbaum's house during weekend sleepovers). A mixtape?
Without thinking about it, Chrissy tucked the case into her backpack. Wondering if she could figure out who it belonged to later, she regained the time she'd lost in her distraction by practically sprinting to class.
Later, after finishing out the rest of the day and walking home – breaking up with Jason, while the first act of liberty she'd taken for herself in some time, was almost met with regret when school let out and she didn't have a ride home – Chrissy found herself in a commodity of an evening.
She was home alone.
Her little brother was off at a friend's house, and her parents had a dinner event for her father's office. Chrissy was in pajamas, taking the stereo out from her closet with every intention of having her own Risky Business moment as she flipped idly through her small collection of contraband tapes her mother could never find out about.
And she stopped.
What about that tape from school?
It'd fallen beneath her pen case in her backpack at school. Chrissy dug it out, taking in the details of the case art she hadn't before allowed herself to see. Blood dripped down one side of the disembodied hand, with scars etched into the flesh. A hand freshly chopped for Frankenstein's monster, the blood still warm enough to flow.
For the first time, Chrissy also recognized a little brand in the corner of the case.
Corroded Coffin, she read. Why does that sound so familiar?
Only one way to find out.
Chrissy popped the tape into the player.
The sudden, grating sound of guitar feedback screeched through the speakers, and Chrissy slammed the stop button with a little cry of surprise. Her chest heaved, heart hammering against her ribs at the sudden noise. Gosh, but that was unexpected. Her own tapes usually started off with a gentle easing into the music. The steady drumroll or techtonic beat building up the artist to launch.
Turning the volume dial down a few dozen notches, Chrissy paused for a moment before leaning back and hitting play.
The wall of sound that hit her was far easier to manage at a softer level. She listened, waiting for recognition to wash over her, but the seconds ticked by with screaming bass and heavy drums, and Chrissy was no closer to recognizing the song. Even the singer, with his deep, gravelly voice, was an unknown.
The volume came up a few notches. Then a few more. And Chrissy found herself falling into the music.
It was different than anything she'd ever listened to before. Deeper, angrier, with grating sounds and heavy lyrics that pulsed a new heart in her chest. It was music that contained all these dark, terrifying emotions she didn't normally allow herself to feel. All the stuff she kept locked away and buried, only to rear up as monsters in her dreams she couldn't escape.
Even the instruments sounded angry. The drums marched and the bass crooned, but the guitar. It kept going off on these long, intricate tangents, accentuating the point of the lyrics by emphasizing the terrible, wonderful passion. The quality wasn't great – a little too echoey, like it hadn't been recorded in a studio – but the songs were beautiful.
Chrissy lost her will to return the tape back to its original owner. Instead, it found a half-permanent home in her Walkman. Pulled only from the anonymity of her headphones during the limited alone time she was awarded at home.
Every time, the songs greeted her with their energetic shouts. The lyrics embraced her like an old friend.
Chrissy learned them all. She screamed them into her hairbrush, falling dramatically to her knees on her mattress as she extended all of her own deep, dark emotions out into the ether of existence. As her Corroded Coffin album took them in, nurturing them and verifying that it was okay for her to have them. That negativity didn't equate bad, only new.
There was a risk, she knew. Her parents could come home early one day. Her mother could discover the tape case, on the rare occasion she accidentally left it at home. The tape would be disposed of, and Chrissy couldn't exactly buy a new one. She'd checked the record store downtown – the grumpy cashier had never even heard of Corroded Coffin.
She almost thought the tape had been dropped through a wormhole. Like there was another, luckier dimension out there where Corroded Coffin was a well-known band, but here, she would be the only person who would ever know their ingenuity and raw brilliance.
The thought was private and insane, but it made her sad. It made her selfish. It made her desperate to prove herself wrong.
And, completely by chance, she was.
Chrissy walked into Benny's the first Saturday of spring break to meet her friends for milkshakes before they made a trip to Star Court to start browsing prom dresses. Chrissy had to steel herself against their gentle, pitying looks when they talked about their own dates, knowing Chrissy had every intention of going stag. Like that was something to be ashamed of. (Going with Jason would've been much more shameful, considering she'd caught him cheating on her during winter break, but that didn't seem to matter in the eyes of her friends.)
As soon as she walked through the doors, though, something extremely familiar caught her eye. Chrissy had to do a double-take, because no way.
It was that same bloody, disembodied hand from her tape. With huge, boldly printed letters advertising Corroded Coffin's Metal Friday Bash! from the night before at some bar called the Hideout.
The night before.
"Oh, nuggets," Chrissy breathed in disbelief. She'd missed it? She'd missed it. Without warning, her eyes suddenly filled with tears, and Chrissy immediately turned and walked back out the door, much to the startled shouts of her friends.
They were real. They were real, and they'd been here, just the night before, and she'd missed it, and now she'd never find them again. She yanked her Walkman off her belt loop, holding it tightly to her chest like it alone could support her weight as she floated blindly through the vast, endless ocean of the parking lot. The salt spraying her eyes and making them tear up, and was it any wonder that she missed the broad-chested boat out in the middle of all that nothing?
"Ugh," she pitched, her voice drowned out by a startled, "Oh shit." Her Walkman went flying from her grip as she fell backward, two strong hands managing to hold her wrists and keep her upright but completely disregarding the flying tape player. She felt the tug of her headphones as they dislodged from the jack, the thing making a loud crack against the pavement upon impact.
Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no.
"Shit, fuck, sorry, sorry," the person still holding her wrists repeated over and over again above her. "Shit, Cunningham, I–– Fuck, I didn't see you–– Oh, shit, here, lemme get that."
Wrists suddenly released, the blob of black she'd barreled into headfirst suddenly swooped down. Chrissy turned at the same time, body operating separately from brain as she searched the ground for the Walkman that had already been collected.
"It doesn't look––"
"My tape," Chrissy gasped, reaching toward the hands holding her player. The bony wrists becoming her new lifeline. "Is my tape okay?"
"Uh, lemme check––" A pause as the hands holding her Walkman hostage popped the cassette lid open. Chrissy held her breath, anticipating the worst, and the mass of person she hadn't quite acknowledged let out a barking laugh. "Holy shit. Holy shit? Christ, dude, uh. What the fuck?"
It was only then, impossibly, that Chrissy looked up and finally registered who it was she was hanging onto like a buoy.
Eddie. Eddie Munson? Eddie Munson had her tape. Eddie Munson was staring down at her, his eyes twinkling in the mid-morning sunlight, with raised brows and a disbelieving grin stretching his cheeks.
Oh, she thought. When did Eddie Munson get so pretty?
"Cunningham, where the fuck did you get this tape?"
Blinking, Chrissy looked at the tape in his hands. Confused. No one knew who Corroded Coffin was. Why was he questioning her?
"Um, it's mine?" she answered, suddenly, just then, remembering that it wasn't actually hers. That she'd found it. That it likely had not fallen through a wormhole, because the band existed, proven just behind her in the Benny's entryway by a hand-drawn poster for a concert she'd missed.
"Uh, no it's not," Eddie laughed. "It's mine."
What?
What?
"What?" she squeaked out, fingertips tensing against his wrists. She couldn't let go, because if she did, he might take her tape. He might destroy it, or step on it, or kidnap it.
"It's our demo tape," he said again, still grinning. Still in obvious disbelief. "Uh, my band's, I mean. I lost it, like, two months ago. Now how, may I ask, did it end up in the dainty little paws of Hawkins' own Queen, Chrissy Cunningham the First?"
His. Eddie's. His band's? Eddie's band? Eddie was in Corroded Coffin. Why wasn't she more surprised? His tape? His demo tape? What was a demo tape? Was he gonna take her tape?
"Um," she said, still blinking up at him. "I-I found it. At school?"
"No shit?" Eddie laughed. "Well, fuck, Chrissy, that's–– Okay, but wait. Why were you listening to it? Why didn't you, like, throw it away?"
She let out an indignant noise of affront. Her own shock slowly succumbing to an accepting sort of anger.
"'Throw it away'?" she asked. "What? Why would I do that? I love it, Eddie!"
His eyebrows had disappeared behind his fringe, he was so shocked. Shaking his head like he couldn't believe it, though his eyes never left hers. After mouthing a what the fuck to himself, he looked over her shoulder. Seeming to remember where they were.
"Uh. I-I mean. Have you, uh. Have you eaten?"
"What?" Her head reeled with the sudden jump of conversation.
Scratching the back of his neck, Eddie shrugged. "I mean. Obviously you, like, listened to the tape, yeah? And, y'know, you're, like, the first, besides the fuckin' band, to do that. I'd, uh. I'd love to know your thoughts?"
Another shrug, bashful, and Chrissy watched in amazement as a flush crept its way up his neck.
"If you've got some time," he tacked on after a few seconds of silence.
Time. Time to talk about Corroded Coffin. Time to talk about Corroded Coffin, with Corroded Coffin.
"I, um, do," she answered. "I have time."
Oh, nuggets, the grin that split his face was brighter than she had ever seen the sun. It softened his features, displaying dimples as his eyes crinkled with warmth.
Chrissy couldn't help it. She smiled right back.
"Fuck yeah," he responded, snapping the case of her Walkman back in place, tape still stuck inside, and handing it back to her. Never breaking the skin contact they'd somehow maintained this entire time. "Well, uh. After you, then?"
She didn't end up going to Star Court that afternoon.
But she also didn't end up going to prom alone.
(inspo ask)
#hellcheer#eddissy#eddie x chrissy#stranger things#chrissy x eddie#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#corroded coffin#my writing#hellcheer drabble
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I have a drabble request (and if it’s not your cup of tea that’s totally fine) could you write something where Max and Erica both roast Eddie about his obvious crush on Chrissy? I love how you write the Max/Eddie dynamic and I’d love to see Erica too!
Erica is a very intimidating character to me 😅 she has such a distinctive voice, I'm always afraid I won't be able to capture it. Same with Argyle, which is why they both rarely if ever appear in my fics. But here's my attempt ,just for you, nonny! (gosh, these are getting wayyy longer than drabbles. oh well)
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Usually, the drama room was a sanctuary for Eddie. A safe haven from the swirling storm of high schoolers just outside its doors. A quiet corner where he could ditch his classes and remain blissfully alone.
Usually.
Today, his peaceful refuge was rudely disturbed by not one, but two nuisances.
“Lying isn’t going to get us to back off,” Max said with a roll of her eyes. “You know that, right?”
“I’m not—” he cleared his throat to get rid of his voice crack. “I’m not lying.”
“Yes, you are,” Erica said, folding her arms. “Straight through your teeth. You like Chrissy Cunningham, and you’re too chicken to do anything about it.”
“Fuck off,” he said, rubbing his forehead. These idiots were giving him a headache. “If you want to play matchmaker, go bother somebody else.”
“We’re not playing matchmaker,” Max said, idly rolling her skateboard across the floor. “We just think you should stop being so pathetic and ask her out.”
“I am not asking out the fucking Queen of Hawkins High,” Eddie hissed, giving them a glare that would’ve shaken most of his sheep.
Unfortunately, it had absolutely zero effect on these two.
“But she broke up with her boyfriend,” Max said emphatically.
“And she doesn’t have a date for prom,” Erica added smugly. “We heard it in the bathroom.”
“We?” Eddie shot her a frustrated look. “You don’t even go here, little Sinclair. How the hell did you hear anything from the high school girls’ bathroom?”
“I’m on a field trip,” she said with a raise of her eyebrow.
“And we also know,” Max cut in smoothly. “That she looks at you almost as much as you look at her. So there.”
“That doesn’t prove anything,” Eddie said, forcefully squashing down that small feeling of hope rising in his chest.
“You’re not denying you like her anymore.” Max smirked. “That sure as hell proves something.”
“Out!” Eddie pointed forcefully toward the door. “Both of you. Now.”
Erica leveled him with a glare. “Not until you promise to talk to Chrissy.”
“No.” He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “I can’t.”
Ask out Chrissy Cunningham? The most perfect, wonderful girl in the world? The girl who couldn’t possibly know he even existed? Not a fucking chance.
“Are you really going to finally graduate Hawkins High without even trying to go to prom?” Max asked. “Come on. Stick it to the man, or whatever you say that gets you out of bed in the morning.”
“Fuck you.”
“Right back at you.” Max glared at him until he backed down. “You just have to talk to her, jeez. Is that so hard?”
“It’s just—not that simple,” he said, his hands hanging limp at his sides. “She’s everything. And I’m nothing.”
“You’re only nothing if you don’t try, loser,” Erica said, putting her hands on her hips. “Now get. Off. Your. Ass.”
Why did they have to make so much goddamn sense (and be so fucking annoying while they did so)? What was the point of being the school rebel if he wasn’t willing to take a risk? Just this once.
“You know what? Fine.” Eddie marched toward the drama room door. “I’ll ask her. And you two, get the fuck off my back.”
They gave him their solemn oaths of honor, which he didn’t believe for a moment. Then he marched off into battle.
Send a prayer for the lowly freak, Eddie thought to himself as he passed a prop cross. He’s going to need it.
Max and Erica grinned at each other once the door swung shut behind him.
“Ten bucks says he runs away before he gets a full sentence out,” Erica said as she headed for the door.
Max hopped on her skateboard with a grin. “Twenty says I can trip him before he makes it five feet.”
“You’re on.”
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P.S. any other requests will be answered tomorrow (ish)!
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play | cw: mentions of drugs, alcohol, and sex, not explicit | hellcheer | masterlist
Her ceiling was a light green.
He turned to the side, her sheets tangled on his bare legs, and faced her profile. She had her eyes closed, chest rising and falling in steady breaths, and she looked like a goddess.
Eddie never would’ve thought Chrissy Cunningham had it in her.
But last night she took his hand, followed him around the block, got onto his motorcycle and wrapped her arms around his waist in a tight grip. Told him, screaming against the wind, that her mother would have a heart attack if she knew where her daughter was. Giggled at the thought.
She danced, her body warm and flush against his, her head draped on his shoulder, her neck an open invitation to his wet mouth.
She drank and accepted the pills he offered her, and she went a little wild and Eddie went a little hypnotized at the sight.
She kissed him first, her hands buried in his curls, her tongue fierce against his, went a little savage with it and Eddie’s grip on her hips tightened more with every move.
She took him home, sneaked him down the corridor, tried to keep quiet as he worshiped her body with her parents in the next room. Wasn’t very successful.
Chrissy Cunningham was a force to be reckoned and Eddie got to watch firsthand as that force was released all night long.
Her eyes snapped open and she looked to her side to spot him staring at her. She just smiled sweetly and searched for his hand, intertwining their fingers once she found it.
“How are you feeling?” Eddie whispered.
Her pupils were still a little dilated. Her eyes had a little light green in them. Maybe that’s what her ceiling matched. Maybe she had a light green view of the whole world around her.
She whispered: “Better than ever.”
#hellcheer#eddissy#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#hellcheer drabble#hellcheer fanfic#eddissy drabble#eddissy fanfic#stranger things drabble#lui writes#fhchallenge23
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Chrissy's sitting outside on the hood of her boyfriend's car, crying cause her mom was being verbally abusive to her about how ugly she was becoming. She hears a group of people coming - laughter and chatter - she quickly cleans her eyes.
Just then, Eddie and the boys are walking by - laughing and joking. They're playing around, talking about tonight's campaign. Suddenly Eddie jumps on a car hood, they all hush, and he gives a speech about the troubles of a town, of a captive princess, and a terrible hag that wishes to feast upon her beauty.
As he monologues, the squad smiling and following him as he hops from car hood to car hood, he stops next to Chrissy who is transfixed by this speech, as if he was speaking of her own life. He asks who will follow him and save the elven princess! They all shout in unison. At that moment, he hops down and from his sleeve produces a rose and hands it to Chrissy. They all laugh, and Chrissy smiles at him wonder and amazement. After a moment Eddie encourages the rest of the group to move on, time is wasting! As they all run off, Eddie turns around to walk backward and tells Chrissy that she looks amazing today.
They share a smile for just a beat before he sprints after Justin in mock chase, making monster noises.
When they're gone, she gives a teary smile and smells the rose. The bell rings for the Pep-Rally and she has to go back and be the beautiful elven princess. But before she leaves, she looks into the side mirror of one of the cars ...
And put's Eddie's rose in her hair.
Not me crying at work right now! This is so beautiful! 🥹🥹🥹 Thank you for sharing it with me!
Eddie walking backwards telling Chrissy she looks amazing is so in character omg!
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I need more hellcheer just fuckin napping. just. the night chrissy comes over for K, eddie talks her down to smoking a joint, but she doesn't know how to smoke. so he shows her how, brings the joint to her lips, promptly losing his shit because oh my god they're so soft and his mind is instantly filled with images of her sucking his fingers into his mouth and 'keep it together, munson, don't be a creep.' they watch i love lucy reruns on the couch, talking and and giggling together until they're smacking each other's knees and arms, just losing their shit, cackling and snorting and coughing. and maybe eddie lights up another joint, maybe chrissy stares a little too long, maybe he stares back. maybe they shotgun a little, maybe their mouths get a little too close, maybe their lips brush, featherlight. they pretend nothing happened, they go back to watching reruns on tv, not saying anything but leaning in to each other a little more, until they both doze off there, basically in each other's lap. that's where they stay until wayne comes home after his night shift, eddie sleeping through the noise, but chrissy stirring when he sets his keys on the counter. locking eyes with her, he gives her a small salute and a nod before grabbing his leftover sandwich from the fridge and heading out to the porch.
#stranger things#hellcheer#eddissy#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#hellcheer drabble#eddie x chrissy
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[HellCheer AU where Chrissy dumps Jason Carver for Eddie Munson.]
Jason and his buddies cornered Eddie after-school, demanding that he stay away from Chrissy. Jason snarled at Eddie in between punches, “You really think you’re good enough for Chrissy Cunningham, freak?”
Carver’s dick friends held Eddie’s arms none too gently behind his back. Blood dripped from his mouth, staining the white part of his shirt —something that was going to be a bitch to get out later. Eddie smiled belligerently at the cowardly asshole who was too chickenshit to fight him one on one. “You know, with me she’s more of a Chrissy Cumminghard — something I was told was a new experience for her.”
Eddie’s smirk remained, even as the fists started to fly again, this time with renewed fervor.
#chrissy x eddie#eddissy#stranger things#eddie munson#thelashjedi#HellCheer ficlet#HellCheer#HellCheer Drabble
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My twist on a Kas!Eddie and Undead (lost soul) Chrissy
“Your life is fading from you, boy…”
Eddie fights to open one eye, his breathing labored.
Surely as he’s on death’s door, he’s hallucinating.
‘It’s one of those…god damn bats…’ He thought to himself, heaving angrily, unable to even feel the ground beneath his fingertips as he lied in the darkness of the Upside Down.
“Do you wish to have your life restored?”
‘Who the hell is talking to me? Am I going to hell? Is that why…’
A dark chuckle bellowed. “Don’t be so naive, you are still in the other world. The world which you have named the Upside Down. We used to be ungovernable, before the arrival of Henry.”
‘You mean that freak that’s been killing everyone?’
“The very same. When he arrived all those years ago, he tried to take control of all beings here, using his abilities to subdue us.”
‘Let me guess…except you, right?’
“Many of us have formed a resistance. We refuse to be under his control. He has polluted our land and turned it into his own sorts of hell, trapping human souls in his own purgatory.”
Eddie’s mind went blank. His life was fading fast.
“You have only but a moment, boy. Decide quickly. Do you wish to save the girl?”
Eddie’s eyes sprang open as newfound strength entered his body. “Who? Chrissy?”
“The one you dedicated your Ode to. Do you wish to save her?”
‘She’s dead.’
“She is not dead. As I told you, this has become a purgatory for souls. There is no moving on from here. While she exists in this realm, she still lives.
‘What can I do?’
“Make a covenant with us. We wish to rid this realm of Henry and the souls he has trapped. I’m exchange, we will give you mobility and strength beyond your wildest imagination.”
‘If I agree to this, will you take me to her? Will you take me to Chrissy?’
“We will take you to the place where Henry keeps all of the souls he has collected. Surely the girl is being kept there, but be forewarned, once you take one of the keys, everything will become unstable, and Henry will chase you to the ends of the earth.”
‘Who gives a shit? If it’ll lure him out, that will be a good thing for everyone.’
“Very well then. So you agree? You will enter a covenant with us, and become an angel of darkness?”
‘So I’ll be a demon, huh? Guess there’s no redemption for me. Bring it on.’
Eddie felt everything slowly fade and when he opened his eyes, he was standing on his feet in a dark room, with a shadow puddle of water beneath his feet. There was a dark, sinister mirror image of himself standing before him, glaring at him with blood red eyes.
“Come, Edward Munson. We shall become one.” It reached its hand out for Eddie’s.
He reluctantly approached and the darker image of himself turned to smoke and passed through his body.
Eddie opened his eyes and sat up. He felt like he’d completely recovered, but he knew he wasn’t himself. He could feel something protruding from his back, like an extra limb.
“Jesus Christ, I have wings now?!” He looked at his hands. His once unkept finger nails were now black claws.
He touched his face, his skin was rough. He touched his mouth, his dull teeth were now fangs.
He began to worry about his new appearance. Would it scare Chrissy, and the others?
Perhaps now wasn’t the time to worry about that.
He could no longer hear that dark, mysterious voice, but now, he had many intuitive thoughts and enhanced hearing.
Not only that…he could feel Chrissy. The bright, warm energy of her soul—he could sense it.
He picked up his makeshift weapons, dropping them the moment they entered his hands. “I probably don’t need those anymore.”
He followed a long, winding road to the Upside Down version of the Creel house. Flying probably would have been faster, but he had no clue how to use those wings yet.
He stood in front of the house, blood thirsty to dig his claws into Vecna himself when he encountered Chrissy’s contorted body.
“Her soul isn’t here.” He said as he freed her body from the vines, attempting to straighten out her limbs.
She would need a vessel to return to, and this would have to do. Her cheerleading uniform was horribly shredded, and he did everything possible to avoid looking at her body.
He draped his jacket over her body and approached the ticking grandfather clock.
“I need to…break it open?”
He punched the grandfather clock, and dozens of spiders crawled out
Several souls attempted to escape, floating around aimlessly.
This would be impossible under any other circumstances. They all looked exactly the same. But there was one that hadn’t even floated out of the broken clock.
“C’mon. It’s okay. I’ll take care of you.” He said softly, reaching his hand out for the white, glowing ball.
The ball floated into his hand and he knew that sensation—that warmth from Chrissy sitting next to him in his car.
This was her—not a doubt about it.
He slowly and ever so gently walked over to her body and set her soul on top of it.
“I know it’s a little messed up, but this is the only way I can bring you back.”
Her soul floated into her body, and her body began to glow.
She sat up slowly, letting out a loud gasp.
“Chrissy! Oh my God, Chrissy!” He pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I—“
“I heard your music. I’m so…glad you came for me.” She softly smiled.
“I had to! This was all my fault.”
“No, it wasn’t. That monster was after me for awhile. I just didn’t tell anyone, because I didn’t think they would believe me.”
“I’m gonna get you out of here, but we gotta go—now!”
“Eddie I can’t…I can’t feel my legs.”
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” He lifted her up as the upside down began to rumble. “I’m gonna run as fast as I can and get you the hell out of here.”
“Okay.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t say anything about my appearance. Am I that ugly?”
“I…I can’t see, either.”
“God dammit! I’m so sorry, Chrissy.”
“It’s alright. I would much rather be alive like this, instead of in that dark place where I was trapped.”
“I’m going to take care of you from now on. No more running.”
Chrissy held onto Eddie’s neck as he readied his claws when Vecna stood in his way.
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Summary: Eddie and Chrissy go to a pumpkin patch.
Word Count: 595
The air is chilly and nips at Chrissy’s exposed face and fingertips. Eddie was bundled up with a jacket and about five other layers on, always freezing cold so he had to have multiple layers of clothing on. He looked warm but he was still shivering in the cold October weather. He was being a baby, at least that’s what Chrissy said. He just stuck his tongue out at her then lightly tugged on one of her curls which made her laugh.
The two were pumpkin shopping. Halloween was a couple weeks away and they hadn’t tried their hand at pumpkin carving so they decided to make a date of it. Going to a Hawkins pumpkin patch had been Eddie’s idea, a grin on his face as he suggested it. Something new, something different. The two typically stayed in the trailer and watched movies or listened to music together but this would be a change in pace. A good change.
As they arrived, Chrissy was bursting with excitement. The van pulled up to the parking lot of the pumpkin patch, coming to a screeching halt before the curly haired male parked in an open spot. Chrissy was so excited, she was practically vibrating in the seat.
“Right, so we’re picking the absolute biggest pumpkins we can find,” Eddie stated his game plan as he turned to face his girlfriend in the passenger seat.
Her head nodded enthusiastically, hands clasped in her lap as she grinned at him. “Biggest ones, yeah! And a little tiny one because why not?”
“Sure, two massive ones and a tiny baby one. C’mon, let’s go pick out our pumpkins and then we can go carve those suckers.”
The two hopped out of the van, Chrissy immediately meeting Eddie at the front like they always did. Their hands reached for each other, fingers intertwining. After pressing a kiss to the top of Chrissy’s head, Eddie led the blonde towards the patch where they wandered the rows of pumpkins before finally finding the winners.
Two big pumpkins side by side like they were meant for the two. It was perfect. After making eye contact, silent exchanges were made before they were grinning at each other and hurrying off together to get the pumpkins. They got the two pumpkins hauled into the van and then they made their way to the patch to find the tiny pumpkin Chrissy wanted. Eddie wasn’t sure why she wanted a baby pumpkin but he rarely ever questioned her. Chrissy asked so he would happily give her it. He’d give her the world if she asked for it.
Finding a tiny pumpkin was easy, she decided on one she thought was “precious” and the two were soon bringing it along to the van to join the bigger two pumpkins. Once it was carefully settled into the vehicle, the couple got into the front seats and sighed happily.
“I’d call that a successful pumpkin outing,” Eddie commented to which Chrissy hummed and nodded her head.
“Agreed, I think we did mighty well with our little date. I got my little pumpkin to admire and appreciate, and we got our two carving pumpkins. Job well done, Munson.” Chrissy leaned over to press a lingering kiss to Eddie’s cheek before sitting back in the passenger seat to buckle the seatbelt.
“Thank you, my lady, I second that. We deserve to go back to the trailer and watch a movie while cuddling. Carving those pumpkins can wait until later, don’t you agree?”
“I do agree. Cuddling and movies it is, my dear.”
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Eddie never thought he'd fall for the queen of Hawkins high, at least, the newest one. Chrissy Cunningham was the head cheerleader and as if that wasn't cliche enough, she was 'dating' the captain of the basketball team though, Chrissy told him once, drunk on his couch in the trailer, that she was only with him because their parents were friends and they wanted the kids to be together. Her mom had sobbed and yelled and lectured her about how much a good reputation in a small town like Hawkins means. She had to agree and she liked Jason, he was nice, to her anyway and they both benefited from being together so what was the harm?
The harm was what it was doing to Eddie Munson every time he saw that cocky asshole jock blow, Chrissy, a kiss from on the court. He would've never seen it if the cheerleaders and basketball team weren't practicing in the gym at the exact same time he happened to be leaving the drama room after hellfire. He had to pass by the gym on his way out of the school and it was just instinct to peek in anywhere that he heard a noise. He watched as Jason threw the ball into the basket and then turn around to put his fingers flat against his lips and then out toward Chrissy. He wonders if she likes that, that big show of affection in front of everyone. Eddie thinks it seems incredibly fake but that's only because he knows the truth.
Chrissy would rather be with him.
#hellcheer#eddissy#hellcheer fanfic#hellcheer drabble#eddie x chrissy#eddissy fanfiction#eddie and chrissy#just a little thing i thought up#to start as my first eddissy thing#my writing
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AN: Guys last year I made something. I wrote a hellcheer drabble. It isn’t very long and it I haven’t finished it, but I wanted to share it with you cause I might make it longer and upload it to AO3.
Just a heads up, my english isn��t very good so I apologize for any mistakes. 😅 (Might rewrite it to Norwegian if I decide to make it a full on fic)
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He caught her mid air and held her close. Never daring to let go for one second. Chrissy shivered, from the shock or from being cold, he didn’t know. All Eddie could think of was that he needed to hold her in his warm embrace.
«Eddie you, you saved me.» Chrissy let out a sob. She was crying in his chest, he had his hands wrapped around her. Eddie could hear the rest of the gang screaming for El to close the gate. Still holding Chrissy tight to his chest while she cried. Eddie looked up at the ceiling. The gate was closing. El had done it. She really had done it. He was so thankful that this little girl had risked her life to save someone she barely even knew.
Now that he thought about it he didn’t know Chrissy that well either and suddenly he felt like he had stepped over a line where he stood holding her so close to him. He tried to pull back, but that only made her sob harder and cling to him tighter.
She must be in shock, that’s the only reason she’s seeking comfort in me. Eddie the freak…Eddie the drug dealer…
Nevertheless he didn’t let go off her.
He looked at the rest of the gang, they were all in a pretty shocked state. El was panting while Mike and Will was hugging her, repeating the words «You’re safe El. Chrissy is safe. You are safe.»
Max and Dustin looked at Eddie, their confusion was written all over their faces. He was just as confused as them.
Argyle let out a deep breath.
«That was so scary, I nearly dookied in my pants!»
«Dude! Are you still high?» Jonathan looked at his friend astonished.
«In times like these, why shouldn’t I be?!»
Despite everything Steve, Nancy, Robin and Jonathan laughed while Eddie cracked a smile, he didn’t feel like laughing just yet. All he could think of was of the night he had watched Chrissy die in front of him and now that she was back he could finally put that awful day behind him. Instinctively he pulled Chrissy closer to him.
Lucas, Max, Dustin, Will and Mike were all surrounding El in a group hug.
«So what now?» Robin was the first one to speak up.
«We take Chrissy home to her parents.» Nancy said. At that Chrissy finally stopped crying and looked up. She wasn’t sure she could face going home just yet, cause that meant she would be alone again. Yeah she knew Jason would come and be with her, comfort her even, but he wouldn’t understand and she would feel even more alone than if she was actually by herself.
Chrissy looked up at Eddie, his brown eyes were looking at her so softly it was hard for her to make sense of all her racing thoughts.
«El, are you okay?» Jonathan said turning to his little sister. Eleven gave him a little nod.
«Yeah I am.» Eleven said quietly.
«Good. Let’s go home.» Jonathan said.
«Wait! Is that..that..thing really gone?»Chrissy looked at all of them for an answer. Dustin shook his head but didn’t say anything.
Chrissy could feel a chill running up her spine. Eddie looked down at her, sensing something was wrong.
«Don’t worry. He won’t come after you again. That girl right over there made sure of that.»
Chrissy hadn’t seen Eleven close the rift, but she had seen Eleven open up the portal and preventing that creature from getting to her. She looked over at Eleven in surprise. How could someone so young and tiny posses such strong powers.
She let go off Eddie and went over to Eleven, she gave the girl a quick hug.
«Thank you for saving my life.»
«Your welcome.» Eleven said feeling exhausted.
«Let’s get out of here.» Steve said, heading for the door.
Chrissy found herself next to Eddie again. For some reason she felt safe when she was with him. Eddie noticed that Chrissy was still pretty shaken up, so he laid his arm over her shoulder, keeping her as close to him as possible as they walked out of the trailer.
Later that same night
«Here take this.» Eddie held out a mixtape and placed it in her cold hands.
«What’s this for?» Chrissy asked.
«When we first looked for a way to save Max, Nancy and Robin found out that hearing music was the one thing that saved Victor Creel. It worked on Max.» Eddie took a deep breath. «You don’t really need it, but just to be safe. I don’t want to lo- make the same mistake.» Eddie placed his hands in his pockets.
«I’m sorry if the selection is not to your taste, between you and me I’m kind of a metal head.» Eddie said smiling. Chrissy felt herself break a smile. How could this boy she had spent so little time with put her mind at ease that quickly.
«Look if that’s not your thing I understand, you don’t have to keep it.»
Chrissy held the mixtape close to her heart. «No. It’s perfect. Thank you.» Chrissy was about to go inside, but she turned to Eddie in the last minute.
«You know I would like to take you up on that offer, to come see you play, if that’s ok?»
Eddie couldn’t stop smiling.
«It might get crowded, but I’ll make sure to save you a spot in the front row.»
Chrissy smiled at that and Eddie watched her go inside. He felt a sudden sadness wash over him watching her walk away from him. He could only hope this wasn’t the last time he would see her smiling back at him.
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AN: don’t judge it too harshly cause like I said it isn’t finished, but I hope you guys liked it! <3 ahhh going back into hiding now 🙈
#stranger things#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#eddie x chrissy#eddissy#hellcheer#chrissy x eddie#fanfic#fanfic drabble#hellcheer drabble#eddissy drabble#I had fun writiting this
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Chrissy Cunningham, convinced at 18 that she was a Beta as she hadn't presented yet (much to the disappointment of her Alpha mother and Alpha boyfriend), is partnered with Eddie Munson for a class project.
(Everyone calls him a Freak for being different – for not adhering to the standards of the average Alpha. Chrissy never really got close enough to form an opinion.)
Suddenly cast in this strange, different Alpha's orbit at least twice a week, Chrissy finds herself acting... weird.
Jealousy – something she'd never felt with her actual boyfriend – rears up every time she sees Eddie talking to other people. Though not every person, which she finds strange.
The longer she sits beside him, the more her skin feels hot and prickly. An unscratchable itch that marches like fire ants beneath the surface of her flesh.
When Jason – who, for some reason, has started to repulse her – insults Eddie, she finds herself gnashing her teeth, like her jaw wants to snap together and take off his inferior little fingers. Vehement defense sits on the tip of her tongue, as impossible to swallow down as the bland, tasteless steamed vegetables she's served for dinner every night.
A new type of hunger rears up. One she isn't sure she has ever felt before.
Probably isn't anything, though. Right?
#hellcheer#eddissy#eddie x chrissy#chrissy x eddie#stranger things#eddie munson#hellcheer drabble#alpha beta omega#alpha eddie#omega chrissy#chrissy cunningham#a/b/o dynamics#a/b/o
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Somehow (probably lil sheepies) Eddie winds up with gum in his hair and Chrissy helps him get it out. 
I love this idea! Sorry it took so long, it's been A Week, if you know what I mean.
I'm convinced Eddie would be sooo dramatic in this situation lol. His hair is everything to him. Please enjoy!
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“Don’t look at me.”
Chrissy tugged at Eddie’s hands, trying her best not to laugh. “It can’t be that bad.”
“It is,” Eddie moaned, covering the side of his head. “I’m going to have to shave my head, and before you know it I’ll be wearing polo shirts and talking to Steve Harrington about fucking football. I can’t lose my hair, Chrissy.”
“Eddie, sweetheart.” Chrissy put her hands gently over his. “You’re not going to lose your hair just because there’s some gum in it.”
“Yes I am.” He stuck his lower lip out in a pout.
Eddie didn’t get upset like this often, but he was just so cute when he did that Chrissy couldn’t resist giving his pouty lip a little kiss. Immediately distracted, Eddie lowered his hands to her waist to pull her closer and deepen the kiss, and she chose that moment to pull away and examine his hair for herself.
“Trickster,” Eddie howled as she tilted his head to get a better look. “Nymph. Seductress.”
“Love of your life,” she corrected as she carefully separated the sticky section of his hair from the rest. “You don’t have to be so dramatic, Eddie. This isn’t that bad.”
“I’m not being dramatic,” he grumbled as she led him over to the kitchen. “I’m being realistic.”
A few minutes later, Chrissy had removed the last remnants of gum by using some cooking oil. And though Eddie had squirmed and complained all throughout the process, once he realized she was successful, he scooped her into his arms and twirled her all around the trailer
“You are a sorceress,” he said, kissing all over her face and neck. “A benevolent goddess to your humble subject. I never doubted you for a second.”
“Sure you didn’t,” she said, hiding her giggle with a disapproving frown. “I seem to recall you calling me a trickster-nymph-seductress.”
“Lies and slander,” Eddie declared as he tossed her on the bed. He leaned over her, something hungry in his gaze. “But if you insist, I can make it up to you.”
He tucked his hand into the front of her shorts, but Chrissy squirmed away.
“First, wash your hair,” she said as she firmly removed his hand. “Then we can talk about making it up to me.”
“Promise?” he asked, licking his lips.
Chrissy grinned. “Hurry up and you’ll find out.”
#eddie x chrissy#hellcheer drabble#angst and fluff#domestic hellcheer#vibez answers#eddie munson is a drama queen
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19. movie night | eddie munson X chrissy cunningham
Eddie had in mind something light, like a romantic movie, or a comedy. A Christmas-themed romantic comedy, perhaps.
Little did he know, sweet Chrissy was into slaughter stories.
As she popped in the Black Christmas VHS and settled on the couch, her arms touching his, he was equally wondering if this was his biggest dream or nightmare. When the killer would attack, she grabbed his tight firmly, terrified and excited in the same proportion.
Chrissy’s love for bloodshed movies made her a little bit of a freak. And that made Eddie fall a little bit harder in love with her.
#eddie munson x chrissy cunningham#chrissy cunningham x eddie munson#eddissy#eddissy fanfic#hellcheer#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#hellcheer fanfic#hellcheer drabble#hellcheer fic#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fic#writing challenge#stranger things drabble#ctcwc22#lui writes#lui's ctc#this is late sorry#i'll try to post today's drabble also today
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You know what I need?
I need Billy and Chrissy at some shitty high school party in the middle of the forest.
Jason takes Chrissy into the woods for some "alone time" and starts going too far. She's trying to push him off of her, screams out no, but then he's got a hand over her mouth and nobody can hear her screams. He's got his fly down, just about to pull off her skirt, when he feels himself being lifted into the air by his collar.
Chrissy pulls herself up onto her elbows, watching with wide eyes as Billy Hargrove picks Jason up like a sack of potatoes and swings him against a tree, arm across his throat.
"The girl said no, Carver," Billy breathes into Jason's face, nostrils flaring like an angry bull.
"Mind your business, Hargrove," Jason spits back, and Billy presses his arm into his windpipe until he goes purple.
"Tell her you're sorry," Billy instructs through gritted teeth.
Jason eventually gasps out a breathless sorry and Billy loosens his grip, letting Jason fall to the forest floor, clutching his throat and gasping for air.
Billy leans down and grabs Jason by his preppy hair, forcing him to look up at him. "You touch her again, you answer to me," he threatens in a vicious whisper. Jason squeezes his eyes shut and nods, scrambling away into the darkness as Billy turns his attention to Chrissy.
"You okay?" He reaches his hand out to her and helps her stand up. She's shaking like a leaf, her eyes still glassy with frightened tears.
"Y-Yeah. I'm okay. Thanks, Billy."
Billy sighs, grabbing a cigarette out of his shirt pocket and lighting it, taking a long drag. He offers it to her but she politely declines.
Chrissy is still looking around the forest, as if she's paranoid that Jason's going to come back from round two.
Billy casts her a sidelong glance. "Look, I've been drinking, but a friend of mine is DD tonight. He could take you home if you want."
Chrissy nods frantically. "Yeah. I don't really want to be here anymore."
She's blushing in embarrassment and Billy plucks the cigarette out of his mouth, stomping it into the ground. "Carver's a piece of shit, but this stays between us. You have my word."
Chrissy looks relieved. "Thank you."
Billy nods like it's nothing and gestures for her to walk ahead of him. They make their way back to the clearing with the bonfire, tons of students laughing raucously and swigging back liquor and beer. Chrissy hangs back in the shadows while Billy strides forward, calling out, "Hey, Munson - Come here for a sec."
The crowd parts and Eddie Munson walks through, stumbling over a tree branch on the way. He jogs up to Billy, looking at him in confusion. "Hey. What's up?"
"Princess here needs a ride home. Can you help her out?"
Eddie nods immediately as Chrissy comes out of the shadow of a nearby tree. "Yeah, man. I can do that. You ready to go now?"
He looks at Chrissy and she nods, pursing her lips as she tries to keep the tears at bay. Eddie's expression immediately softens.
"Okay, my van's parked out on the road." Eddie gently touches her shoulder, guiding her forwards.
Billy watches them walk away together, a hell of a pair. He hears Chrissy laugh, probably from some dumb joke Eddie made up, and hopes to God that son of a bitch acts on the crush he's been harboring for about 7 years.
"Is that--?"
"Yup."
Steve hands Billy a beer and they both watch as Eddie opens his van door for Chrissy, bowing as she gets in.
Billy grimaces. "Jesus, he's a fucking nerd."
Steve laughs. "He also loves Metallica, so you can't really fault him on his taste." He pauses, watching as Eddie's van drives away. "Rumor has it, someone scared Jason Carver so bad, he left early."
Billy takes a swig of his beer. "Doesn't sound like my problem, Harrington."
"Well, whoever put him in his place, I'm sure Chrissy appreciated it. Eddie, too."
Steve gives him a pointed look, clinking their beer bottles together before striding back to the party. Billy watches Steve's ass walk all the way back to the fire before following. He figures he's earned it.
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When Billy hears the rumors on Monday about Chrissy & Jason's breakup, he can't help but smile to himself--Especially when he sees Chrissy at Eddie's locker later, returning the leather jacket he'd loaned her with way too big of a smile.
Just call him a fuckin' matchmaker.
#edissy#harringrove#chrissy x eddie#billy x steve#headcanon#my fic#eddissy#hellcheer#this drabble is a balm to my soul ok
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Put the icing DOWN would be so fun!! - Mozz 😘
eddie x chrissy || enemies (troll&blogger) to lovers, comment section banter || visual edit (my first one ever! i'm scared😅)
A/N: our beautiful anon Mozz, this is my humble attempt to bring your prompt and the fic club ideas closer to life. thank you for this opportunity to be ridiculous! I have so many hcs about this now lmao
yesterday's prompt
scroll, scroll, scrolling down to the comments.....
:( the title made him think she got too stoned on her birthday and got really excited, only to be disappointed by the very regular-shmegular recipe details (yes he surfs random food blogs at 3am when he's very high). trolling the post was his sweet revenge for the disappointment until he realized she had baked her own birthday cake, which is very much a cardinal sin in his book~
#pearly birthday prompts#fifth prompt!#hellcheer#food blog!#virtual enemies to lovers#eddie is a troll#the setup#so many weed jokes#they all go over chrissy's head#not really a ficlet or a drabble?#just my own insanity<3#eddie munson#hellcheer edit#chrissy cunningham#eddie x chrissy#for mozz<3#firefly graphics dividers
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Fairytale
For the AMAZING @penny00dreadful and the awesome prompt given to the stwg today. Take some hellcheer bc who doesn't love that?
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“What the dragon didn’t realize was that this princess was the kindest, smartest, bestest lady in the entire kingdom. She had the nicest smile in the whole world and her butt was -”
“Dad! Don’t be gross!” Ellie exclaimed through giggles, as Teddy stuck his tongue out and began to make gagging noises. Eddie pulled himself out of his story-telling mode, raising an eyebrow and pulling an overexaggerated pout.
“This is an important part.” Eddie protested, barely managing to keep from breaking as the twins continued to complain, “If the dragon didn’t notice that beautiful round peach then-”
“What exactly are you telling our children?” A voice from the doorway called out, interrupting the moment.
Both twins squealed in glee, ecstatic that their mother had returned home from work in time to say goodnight. On the nights she worked late, it was a coin toss if she would be back before nine, and that was a problem when you had two children who liked routine as much as Eddie and Chrissy’s did. The compromise was this- The twins could sleep in their parents bed for those long work nights, as long as they didn’t make a fuss if she wasn’t able to give them a kiss goodnight, and ate all of their vegetables.
But here she was, just in time to catch the tail end of their nightly story.
Chrissy picked Teddy up as he reached her first, swinging him up onto her right and wrapping her left arm around Ellie in a half hug as she trooped over to where her husband was kneeling by the bed.
“I’m telling them our story?” Eddie offered, as she released their hellions to jump back into bed.
He turned his head upward so Chrissy could bend down to give him a soft lingering kiss, a thrilling spark rushing down his spine as she did. The same spark he had felt the first time they kissed, and every single second afterward.
“That’s our story?” Chrissy whispered against his lips, the cinnamon smell of the gum she loved most lingering between them.
“With a few embellishments,” He added as they broke apart, shooting his beautiful wife a tricky little grin and wiggling his eyebrows in a slightly lecherous way.
“Mama, you’re interrupting the good part,” Ellie said, grabbing her parent’s attention.
“Well it was good until Dad started talking about mom’s butt,” Teddy grumbled, crossing his arms.
“I’m very sorry to have interrupted,” Chrissy said, toeing off her shoes and hopping into bed with her children, letting them snuggle up to her as all three turned back to Eddie, “Please, carry on with the tale, but with a few less mentions of my tushie if you don’t mind good sir,”
“As my lady wishes,” Eddie replied with a small half bow, going back to their fairytale with twice as much drama as before, now that his princess had finally returned to her dragon’s keep.
#stranger things#st#eddie munson#st drabble#Chrissy cunningham#hellcheer#eddie x chrissy#stwgdailyprompt
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