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In the Shade of Aurelias

Summary:

Lady Christine is the only heir to the wealthy Cunningham estate, it is her duty now at the proper age for betrothal to marry and enhance the family's legacy. With birthright omens in mind, her strict parents permit a choice of which suitor she shall marry after a period of courting. Amidst her chaperoned outings, a chance meeting sends her down a path of self-discovery and unravels a devastating life-long secret that makes her question everything she’s ever learned from her family.

What will Lady Cunningham decide to do with the truth? Who will she turn to when her world is turned upside-down and her path unclear?

Chapter 1 ✨

Morning rises, and peace flees from her.

At the first glimpse of light in the highest chamber, Christine stirs under the blanket of warm down feathers. She knows what is coming next, and buries her chin deep into the plump mattress below. Hoping she disappears into soft oblivion.

Within minutes, a cascade of hands waterfall upon Christine’s skin.

A stocky pair pulls the corner of her covers away to bat and re-fluff the outer garnish of her bed. Another leads her through the bedchamber and undresses her behind an elegant divider decorated in shiny gold accents. A bath is already drawn for her and a small wood stove heats a fresh pail of scalding water. Sore, reddened hands scrub the night’s reveries from the memory of her fair skin.

Firm hands, and she’s dry. Slender, sturdy hands, and she is dressed in the finest undergarments, awaiting the final tightening of her corset boned with ivory. Hands, and her face—the last untouched place—is covered in pressed powders to color her cheeks and the delicate skin above her blue eyes.

She takes her routine in stride, keeping her chin poised and her interactions pleasant with her handmaidens. It is a familiar testing ground for years of preparation as the only daughter of nobility. She is careful not to wipe sleep from her eyes, otherwise ruining the perfected canvas of her face.

Christine’s body is hardly her own anymore.

After her 20th birthday, an official announcement of her marriageability had been made which only increased her mother’s scrutiny. Lady Cunningham, having always been relentless in appearances, instructed Christine’s handmaidens under the threat of poverty to pay close attention to grooming details. With the sheltered daughter of Cunningham’s marriage a popular topic of Hawkinnes gossip, the insatiable expectations for perfection are at their highest they’ve ever been.

Thus, the servants fret, and Christine prays for another day without wrath fired upon the souls who doted on her.

Every morning repeats the same tortuous dance for her: wake, surrender, and offer a fleeting smile before the maiden scurry to their next errands of the day. The sweet aroma of baking bread squeezes its way through the double doors to her bedchamber, signaling the time to break for morning meal is nigh.

Christine takes one last glance in the vast mirror beside her wardrobe, dabbing a small amount of rouge to her pout. It is the latest deal she made with her servants, so she can have one glorious moment alone with her own thoughts and reflection. Between the ornate golden frame, the hollow-cheeked face staring at her is hardly recognizable.

Her golden hair is at least a foot longer since the last harvest season, pinned in twisted plaits layered across her scalp like a crown of opulence circling her head. High cheek bones poke against the thinning frame of her face, having lost the rounded shape of childhood. Most significant to her is the strange buzzing that returns to her fingertips the longer she leers at her own reflection, with eyes as blue as bottomless wells of cloudless skies.

She smudges the rouge with a fine cloth to smoothen the borders of her lips. A knock at the door startles her, causing her to flinch in place and nearly smear the deep red above her lip. With a delicate sigh, she tugs on her lower skirt, heavy with layers of white and pale blue, and kicks her feet to make her way safely to the looming wooden doors.

Creaking the doors, her escort of the day takes a bow in the open gap, clasping a closed fist to his chest. Christine nods and returns a well-taught smile back at her chosen guardian.

“It is time to meet with the lord and lady of the manor, my lady.”

The rest of the chapter will be posted to Ao3 tomorrow, stay tuned :)

#hellcheerauweek #hellcheer fanfic #hellcheer #fantasy au #nobility au #eddie x chrissy #eddie is a part of an exiled class of people aka mages #chrissy is a noblewoman under pressure to marry as soon as possible #there are twists and turns let me tell you #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer au

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theladycarpathia · 1 year

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HELLCHEER AU WEEK BINGO - CRIMINALS a.k.a. the leverage au

This is by far the weirdest crew that Chrissy has ever encountered.

It was supposed to be an easy job. Break into the office building and steal a bunch of papers. It shouldn’t even require much of a crew…and yet somehow their client managed to hire five of the strangest people that she’s ever seen.

And as the world’s best thief, she’s seen a few.

Their mastermind is straight up scary. She has dark hair pulled up into a tight ponytail and it’s hard to miss the bulge of a gun at the back of that expensive leather jacket. Chrissy’s heard of Nancy Wheeler, the terrifying con-artist who organized the Chicago heist, the Pumpernickel job, and who once pulled a Lady Godiva on a British Lord.

The hitter is no better. He might have incredible blue eyes and dirty blonde hair curling around his ears but Chrissy knows him as probably the most lethal hitter available for hire. There’s all sorts of rumors about Billy Hargrove – he worked for the CIA, he was in the army, he was an assassin… The stories keep changing but one thing remains true – you don’t want to take on Billy in a fight.

The other two she doesn’t recognise. There’s a girl in suspenders with a smattering of freckles and wavy shoulder length hair anxiously biting on her fingernails. The guy next to her looks like a cross between a model for the Gap and someone you might see at the local country club. He’s chewing gum with his mouth open and tilting his chair back and forth. Looking at them, Chrissy would probably have to guess hacker and grifter.

She might be wrong. But hackers usually aren’t known for their skills around people and the guy is doing that grifter thing of being so obnoxious that everyone around them doesn’t look close enough until all of their resalable belongings are gone.

“Chrissy?” Someone says suddenly and she jerks her head up, flushing furiously. She’d lost focus during a debriefing.

“Yes?” she squeaks and Nancy fixes her with that intense expression.

“You’re fine with the ropes, right?” she says, jabbing a finger at the blueprints. “There’s at least eleven cameras from the stairs or elevator to the target but only two from the window. And two we can deal with.”

“Less chance of someone realizing we’re messing with their cameras,” the girl pipes up and Chrissy was on the money. Hacker.

“That’s fine,” Chrissy says, because if there’s anything she can do, it’s rappel down a fourteen story building. “How am I getting up there?”

“Service elevator,” Nancy says. “Which isn’t working but the shaft is fine. I presume that’s also not a problem?” she asks, with a raised eyebrow and Chrissy shakes her head. She gets the feeling that she shouldn’t drift off again. She’s had teachers look less disappointed in her.

“So Chrissy is doing the hard part,” Billy says, sounding almost bored. He’s barely contained in the tight black Henley that he’s wearing, a thin leather wristband just peeking out from under his sleeve. “What are the rest of us doing?” Nancy’s jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. Chrissy gets the feeling she’s not wild about the muscle of their team.

“Robin and I will be working from the van,” Nancy says and Robin waves her fingers awkwardly. “I need to keep an eye on the situation and Robin will be taking care of security: the cameras, alarms, all of that. But without being directly on site it does limit her range of what she can do. And unfortunately, we need to limit who we have on site. This is no regular office building. There’s high security given the kind of companies who work out of there.”

“What exactly are we after? Robin asks eagerly, because this is the question they’ve all been wanting to ask. They were individually recruited and promised a ton of cash. They just have to work together and not get caught…something that Chrissy is beginning to think might be harder than she thought.

Details are unnecessary at this stage, her new employer had said, his mouth stiff. The mastermind would be informed of the need to know details.

Clearly, they were all told the same thing and Robin was just the first one to run out of patience.

“Documents,” Nancy says briefly, in a way that suggests she’s not looking for any further questions. “I have the location, and the file name. And for now, that’s all you need to know.”

There’s a clatter at the door and it swings open to admit someone new. There’s a brief moment of tension, every person wondering if they’ve been made this early into the heist. But then Nancy’s face clears and her mouth twists with annoyance.

“Munson!” she snaps, her ponytail swinging back and forth as she turns to face the newcomer. “You’re late for the briefing.”

The new guy shrugs and strolls over, snagging a spare chair from another table. He drops down into it and settles back, allowing Chrissy to look over the thick silver rings on his fingers, the patches on his denim waistcoat, the glimpse of black ink under his t-shirt.

“There was traffic,” he says easily and brushes a dark strand of hair out of his eyes. “Besides, I’m not even a part of this first bit. Continue.” He waves his hand, signaling for her to go on and Nancy bristles. But the guy in the blue sweater is staring at Munson with recognition in his eyes.

“I know you,” he says slowly. Eddie grins, and the dimple in his cheek makes Chrissy’s stomach dip. “You’re Eddie Munson. What do we need a forger for, Nance?”

“That’s need to know, Steve,” Nancy sighs, tapping her fingers impatiently against the blueprints. They’re getting off track and they only have twenty four hours to prepare for the heist. “You and Billy have to go in, because we need eyes on the inside. You’re going to be posing as engineers. There will be a problem with the fire alarm and it’ll get you to the right floor to do what Robin needs you to. Because of the security…”

Chrissy focuses on the black lines of the blueprints, pretending that she doesn’t notice Eddie’s eyes on her.

It’s been a while since she worked with a forger. The last one was probably that reclusive art forger, the one with all the vodka and the bathrobe that kept coming undone.

Eddie Munson looks nothing like that. There’s a flash of bare skin as he tilts his chair back and his t-shirt hitches up. His jeans have rips at the knees. There’s a smear of sharpie scrawled across his trainers. He drums bitten fingernails against the table top and there’s dark circles like bruises under his eyes. And Chrissy has to force herself to stop staring at every inch of bare skin, his dark eyelashes, the bones in his angular wrists.

This is going to cause a problem. Do you know what distraction leads to fourteen stories up? Dead thieves, that’s what.

“I don’t think this even required a grifter,” Steve is complaining, waving his hands emphatically in the air. Nancy has that exasperated look on her face and Chrissy gets the impression that they’ve worked together before. Judging by the ‘Nance’ probably multiple times. “I mean, play some dude in a jumpsuit and con my way to the server room? A monkey could do that.”

“Would a monkey be quieter about it?” Nancy gripes. She probably wasn’t expecting a crew this…unconventional. She can’t be blamed for that - they all seem to be the best in their fields, but they’re also used to working alone. None of them work jobs like this, with so many individual, moving, complex parts, for a very good reason. Chrissy herself hasn’t used a partner since that job in Atlanta.

“Look,” Nancy says, finally, placing both her hands on the table and leaning forward. The seriousness of her tone is enough to make everyone stop. No wonder she was hired as the mastermind, the key piece.

“This isn’t the only part of the job,” Nancy says bluntly. “The office job. That’s why there’s so many of us for what should be a fairly easy lift from some office filing cabinet. Chrissy could probably get in and out by herself, with extra time and planning.” Chrissy half shrugs. It’s probably true. What, a freaking filing cabinet? Chrissy once lifted the crown from some prince while he was still wearing it. A filing cabinet is nothing.

“Let me guess,” Billy sighs. “A need to know basis?” There’s a brief moment where Billy and Nancy stare it out, two sets of sharp blue eyes.

“That’s right,” Nancy insists, that same old party line. “Look, this was all under orders from our employer, okay? He wants the details limited so that if it goes wrong or someone decides to throw everyone else under the bus for a better payday, there’s a better chance of it not happening until too late.”

Steve runs a hand through his hair and Chrissy watches the sleek brown waves fall perfectly back into place.

“Seriously, Nance?” he says, looking irritated. “We’re going to have to be a team on this and you’re not treating us like one. I’ve worked with you before and I can vouch for Robin and Billy…”

“You two having dysfunctional and nasty sex doesn’t really count,” Nancy interrupts, folding her arms across her chest. Steve continues, unbothered, but Billy turns his head away and oh, maybe Chrissy’s not the only one working with distractions.

“I don’t think anyone is going to sell out the team,” Steve finishes, and this time when he tilts his chair back, Chrissy doesn’t miss the way Billy’s eyes are drawn to the lines of Steve’s neck. “So can we please just fucking know what we’re working towards?”

Nancy looks conflicted, her eyes moving around the group, like she can see what kind of people they are just from their faces. But then the tension goes out of her shoulders.

“Okay,” she says simply and reaches down for her handbag and slaps a second lot of papers onto the table. Everyone is silent as they look at them, before understanding and shock dawns on them all.

“We’re stealing a person?” Robin says, looking horrified. She’s wringing her hands now, nervous energy seeping through now that Nancy’s instructions have been revealed. Chrissy chews on her lip, remembering how their client had curled his fingers around the whiskey glass, the exhaustion in his eyes. He was a gruff looking man in a bad shirt and an unkempt beard, but she prides herself on having a good read on people. If she’d thought he wanted her for something like this, she wouldn’t have taken the job. But he hadn’t felt like the type. She didn’t get any uneasiness from him…just the feeling that this was a very desperate man.

“Can we even do that?” Steve says, looking more solemn than he has so far. Nancy shakes her head.

“Officially, it’s a jailbreak,” she says, frankly. “Even if it’s not exactly a jail. This man is paying us to find and break out his daughter. You wanted to know so…” She trails off, but she doesn’t need to finish it. They all wanted to know and this is the monkey’s paw that they weren’t expecting.

“Who took her?” Robin asks.

“The government?” Nancy says, quietly and for a second, nobody so much as breathes. “As far as I can tell. So this is probably bound to bring a load of shit down on us if we get even the tiniest bit on their radar. So if anyone wants out, you’re free to leave now.”

There’s silence. Nancy turns her head, looking at every member of her new crew, looking for someone wavering. Clearly, she sees none because she claps her hands together. They’re locked in now, the six of them, and perhaps all of them feel that they won’t leave as the same people they started as.

“Alright,” Nancy says, and smoothly retrieves the classified documents from the table. “Eddie. Talk me through fake IDs.” @hellcheer-au-week

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outlandishwhalesharks · 1 year

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The whirring and buzzing noises coming from the control room shoot straight to his heart causing him to wake in a panic.

He finds himself on the floor, there are two other bodies next to him, a woman and a man but he has no time to check if they're alive or not. No he's already jumping up in a tangle of limbs as he rushes toward the control panel. If he doesn't get to it soon, no one will be alive.

There's no time to stop and think about why he has no idea why he's here or who those people are.

The sound and feel of a blaster charging behind his head is the only thing that gives him pause, his hands go straight in the air.

Read the rest on ao3.

#hellcheer #eddissy #chrissy x eddie #hellcheerauweek #hellcheer in space #hellcheer au week

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sevenmerrymagpies · 1 year

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Fic - I Can Hear Your Music

“Not everyone has a soulmate, Chrissy.” Jason had said, consoling her. “Not everyone gets to hear God’s music in their lives.”

In a universe where you hear your soulmate's music when they first touch you, Chrissy's plagued by nightmares and goes to Eddie for help.

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The first time Jason touched her, Chrissy was ready for her life to change forever.

When she walked in on her first day of sophomore year she took one look at him and thought that was her future. She anticipated their first touch with the delicious expectation of true love confirmed. When he grabbed her hand they both smiled waiting to hear the special melody that meant you’d found your person.

The problem being that nothing happened. Jason’s smile got a bit waxy, the realness leaking out of it and Chrissy knew hers wasn’t much better.

“Not everyone has a soulmate, Chrissy.” Jason had finally said, consoling her. “Not everyone gets to hear God’s music in their lives.” As far as consolations went, it was lukewarm at best but Chrissy understood he was hurting and disappointed just like she was. As far as anyone had ever been able to tell, most people didn’t have soulmates. Most people found love without a soulmate and there was nothing wrong about that. For the next two years, Chrissy believed with all her heart, Jason had meant that neither of them had soulmates which was why they were perfect for each other.

It was only over Christmas break in her senior year she started to question that moment and the conversation. She’d come to the realization Jason been talking about her and only her. That he thought the reason they weren’t soulmates was because she didn’t have one. That she was broken. Like she couldn’t keep the weight off. Like she struggled to keep up with her academics, cheerleading, church choir, and friends. Like she tried and failed to be the perfect girlfriend. That’s what he meant.

Between that revelation and the weight she’d gained over the holidays, triggering her Mom’s concern, the first half of the spring semester had been horrible. Each week she got worse and worse until she had to start seeing Miss Kelly again. Talking things through didn’t help as much as the last time it got really bad for her and now she was starting to hallucinate so much she’d resorted to drugs.

“You sure you have it?” She said, trying to fight the small frown that tugged at the corner of her mouth. She clutched at the hem of her skirt as he danced around the small trailer picking up trash and tossing it in the can at the end of the counter.

“No, no, no. I got it.” He said continue to look around the trailer. He stood back up to his full height and looked over to her. “Somewhere.” The last word was hesitant but kinder than the others. It would have been sweet, how he was trying to reassure her, except she was out of her mind scared that the voices she’d been hearing and the horrible things she’d been seeing the last few days were threatening to spill out of her. This Special K better be a miracle worker she thought as Eddie walked down the hallway to his bedroom.

At least they’d won the game and Jason would be out all night partying. Not giving a second thought about where Chrissy was this evening or how she was feeling because “she was being such a downer this week.”

She sighed and bit her lip. Where was Eddie and why was he taking so long? She was thinking of following him to check in when she heard that discordant clock again. The one that sounded like its bell was broken or something. She spun around and it rang again. She looked out the window of the trailer trying to see if there was anything there but it was empty and quiet. Not even lights on in the other homes. She snapped the curtains shut.

“Eddie did you find it?” She called out, walking down the hallway to where he’d disappeared.

Except Eddie wasn't in his room, instead it was her mother at her sewing table who looked terrifying and wrong. Then she was in her house, except it was an evil, rotting version of her house. It felt like both her mother and a monster were chasing her down endless hallways and through endless doorways until finally she found the front doors. She flung them open only to find them boarded up, like the house was abandoned, trapping her inside. Bright daylight spilled out between the cracks in the boards but no matter how hard she hit them she couldn’t get out.

The lights overhead started to flicker and that’s when she heard it. Whoever was really chasing her. It's footsteps were heavy coming down the staircase. She cowered against the boards as the creature from her recent nightmares walked towards her.

Out of no where, she heard music. It was the softest music she’d ever heard. Not soft as in quiet, but soft as in kind and gentle. Like summer rain on a rose petal. Woven through it was a steady strumming rhythm that reminded Chrissy of the band Eddie had played on the ride over from the school.

The monster loomed closer, moving down the hallway, but the fear she’d felt moments ago was gone in a wash of love that poured out from the music. That was her soulmate music.

Off to her right she heard Eddie’s voice saying, “Chrissy, Chrissy, Chrissy. Wake up, Chrissy!” She looked, she couldn’t stop herself from looking, and she could see herself standing in Eddie’s trailer.

As he touched her.

Asking her to wake up.

She looked back at the monster and realized this was just a dream. Just like before, no matter how scary it was, it wasn't real. She looked back to her soulmate. And she ran. As fast as she could, she ran for Eddie. Back to the trailer, back to her body, back to him.

Between one blink and the next she was back in the trailer. She looked at Eddie, her soulmate, and smiled.

“Chrissy?” He asked, still touching her face and then tracing down her shoulders and her arms. She knew when he noticed his music because he asked, “Chrissy,” again. This time instead of sounding panicked and surprised, he sounded reverent.

She reached back, touched his face. “Hi, Eddie.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know, but I think you saved me. Your music saved me.”

“My music?” He asked. “Oh, you mean-”

She nodded and hummed in agreement. The music continued on, it would be there forever in the background of her life. A constant refrain of love.

#hellcheerauweek #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer #chrissy cunningham #chrissy lives #eddie munson #soulmate au #my fic #ao3 link

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a-strange-inkling · 11 months

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Old Haunts (Complete)

The Vanishing of Chrissy Cunningham (Prequel WIP 1/9)

The Vanishing of Chrissy Cunningham Moodboard

Old Haunts Mood Board 1

Old Haunts Mood Board 2

Older Olivia Mood Board

Older Maggie Mood Board

Munson Girls Mood Boards

Old Haunts Casting

Old Haunts Casting: Matt

Old Haunts Appendix/Timeline

Old Haunts Playlist

Future Stories Planned in the Old Haunts Universe

‘The Munson Sisters’ (art @harritudur)

Eddie and Maggie at the Airport (edit by @harritudur)

Chrissy’s Old Haunts Looks (edit by @cunninghamchrissie)

Chrissy’s Old Haunts Looks 2

Chrissy’s Old Haunts Looks 3

Eddie’s Old Haunts Looks

Old Haunts Settings/Interiors

Eddie and Chrissy’s Wedding Rings

📌 My HellCheer Pinterest

🪺 My Twitter

Jealousy Snippet

Mother’s Day Snippet

Sneak Peaks/Father’s Day

Honeymoon Baby Snippet

Waiting Six Weeks Snippet

Livvy’s Baby Snippet 1

Livvy’s (And Mama’s) Baby Snippet 2

Baby Maggie Snippet

Teen Maggie Snippet

Teen Maggie Snippet 2a

Teen Maggie Snippet 2b (tbp)

Teen Maggie Snippet 3

Trimmings Pt 1

Trimmings P2 (ao3)

New Years 1990 (4/4 Complete)

Valentine’s Day 1990 (2/2 Complete)

VD1990 Moodboard

Isn’t She Lovely (Ask Box/Old Haunts Shorts)

🎄 Hellcheer Xmas (Old Haunts Universe):

Day 1: Candy Cane

Day 2: Santa Hat

Day 3: Chimney

Day 4: Mistletoe

Day 5: Snowman

Day 6: Family

Day 7: Gift Exchange

Day 8: Decorations

Day 9: Christmas Films

Day 10: Scarf

Day 11: Bells

Day 12: Miracles

Day 13: Christmas Card

Day 14: Cookies

Day 15: Hot Chocolate

Day 16: Traditions

Day 17: Angels

Day 18: Cold Hands

Day 19: Naught or Nice

Day 20: Gift Wrapping

Day 21: Hugs

Day 22: Christmas Dinner

Day 23: Surprises

Day 24: Ice Castles

Day 25: She Walks in Starlight

✍🏻 Other Stories:

The Demons We’re Made Of (7/9 WIP)

Demons Playlist

Demons Mood Board

Vecna’s Bride (4/20 WIP)

Vecna’s Bride Playlist

Vecna’s Bride Mood Board

💭 Ideas/Concepts/Future WIPs:

Hellcheer AU Week Mood Boards

Being Human AU Snippet 1

Being Human AU Snippet 2

Six Sentence Sunday

Hades and Persephone Snippet (#hellcheerauweek)

Role Reversal Snippet (#hellcheerauweek)

Role Reversal AU Concept p1

Role Reversal AU Concept p2

Soulmates AU Concept

Anastasia AU Snippet

Anastasia AU Concept

Royalty AU Concept

Count of Monte Cristo AU Concept 1

Count of Monte Cristo AU Concept 2

Hunger Games AU Concept

Recovery AU Concept

⌨️ Writing Updates: Fics generally updated monthly, however no guarantees.

#here it is #masterlist #i’m going to look at this whenever i feel i don’t write enough #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #old haunts #the demons we’re made of #vecna’s bride #the vanishing of chrissy cunningham

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chrissy-n-eddie · 1 year

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I've pulled my classic shit again: i.e. I've been so busy (read: disorganised) that I haven't had time to start writing for my own fic event............ anyway if you have a preference pls vote for what I should submit for #hellcheerauweek

#the ice skating would absoultely not be done in time #but im ignoring that bc it would be extremely fun anyway

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hellfiretropical · 2 months

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#HellCheer

"It is too cute to be eaten"

#hellcheer #eddie munson #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy this is for you #hellcheer week #chreddie #hellcheerzine #hellcheerauweek #chrissy #chrissycunninghamedit #chrissy cunningham #chrissy x eddie #chrissy deserves better #eddie stranger things

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hellfiretropical · 2 months

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#HellCheer

I lied to you. we're not going to have sex, we're going to fold your laundry and clean your room

#hellcheer #eddie munson #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy this is for you #hellcheer week #chreddie #hellcheerzine #hellcheerauweek #chrissy cunningham #chrissy deserves better #chrissy x eddie #chrissy

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hellfiretropical · 4 months

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#Eddie Munson has nice hands

#hellcheer #eddie munson #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy this is for you #chreddie #hellcheerauweek #chrissy x eddie #eddie stranger things #chrissy cunningham #chrissy #chrissy deserves better

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hellfiretropical · 1 year

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The ray of sunshine, the reason for his happiness. Much is made of how happy and relaxed Chrissy was, and how Eddie "offered." But little is said about how this idiot was happy about it all. He was very happy!

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson #chrissy this is for you #munningham #hellcheer week #hellcheerzine #eddissy #hellcheerauweek #chreddie #chrissythisisforyou #chrissy #chrissy x eddie #chrissy cunningham #eddie the banished

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hellfiretropical · 1 month

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This entire excerpt is taken from The Flight of Icarus.

Happy #Hellcheerday, Freaks!

Chrissy Cunningham. The name comes to me in a rush, now that there’s a spark of something beyond cowed compliance in her face. Chrissy Cunningham. She’s just a sophomore, but everyone with a working brain cell knows she’s the rising queen of Hawkins High. I’m used to seeing her as just some cutout of a cheerleader, all perfect teeth, perfect hair, perfect everything. It’s such a fundamentally uninteresting package that my brain just kind of skips over her, yawning at her existence. But there’s another Chrissy Cunningham. I just hadn’t thought she’d survived the jump to high school. I hadn’t thought she’d even existed outside the boundaries of the Hawkins Middle auditorium.

I’d almost shrieked in surprise. I’d been so focused on the brief glimpses I could catch of the audience that I hadn’t even noticed someone coming up behind me. And now there was this girl perched there, her spindly arms wrapped around her spindly legs and her huge eyes shadowed by the murky catwalk lighting.

“Are you looking for someone?” she’d whispered. Below, five seventh graders clattered clumsily through a baton-twirling routine. I hadn’t been quite sure what to do. By all accounts, this was not the type of girl who should be talking to me. She wasn’t Ronnie Ecker, not wearing hand-me-down overalls and a battered cap. This girl was polished. Her hair was blond. It curled. She looked like she’d skipped off the cover of some Nancy Drew novel. But after an excruciating silence, it became clear that this girl hadn’t made some hideous mistake talking to me, or at least not one she’d figured out yet.

So I cleared my throat and whispered, “My dad.” “Where is he?” she’d asked, leaning around me like she’d somehow be able to pick Al Munson out of a sea of equally unfamiliar adults. I’d just shrugged. Because I’d been up on this catwalk for almost an hour now, and the closest thing I’d found to Dad had been my uncle Wayne, planted way on the left side of the auditorium, watching every act with the same stoic expression on his bearded face. “He didn’t come?” I’d expected pity in the girl’s eyes, and was surprised when I found hungry jealousy instead. “He’s just running late,” I’d said, and it had sounded hollow even to me. But she’d just nodded like she’d believed me. “I came up here to look for my mom.” “Is she running late too?” She’d wrinkled her nose. “I wish. She’s right there.” I followed the direction of her finger, and instantly locked in on the immaculate, poised woman seated front-row-center. “I’m sorry,” I said, and that made the girl smile. “Me too,” she’d whispered, like it was a secret, like it was something she’d never told anyone ever before.

One of the girls on the stage below dropped her baton for the fiftieth time, and I realized the act was drawing to a close. I’d shoved up onto my knees, flinching at the dig of the catwalk grill into my skin. “My band’s up next,” I’d said. “Uh.” “Break a leg,” she’d told me, filling in the blank. “And—” “Eddie.” “Eddie. If your dad gets held up, I’ll cheer for you.” She’d flailed her arms, and I’d noticed her pom-poms for the first time.

(and it was here that he remembered)

“Right back atcha.” I’d winced as soon as it had come out of my mouth. But the embarrassment had almost been worth it for the grin it had gotten out of her.

Later, when the last chords of “Exciter” had thumped unwillingly into the offended ears of Hawkins’s parents and we’d all straggled through the final curtain call, I’d spotted the girl in the lobby, with her mom on one side and a blank-faced, suited man (her dad?) on the other. The mom had been in the middle of some lecture I couldn’t hear, but from her gestures I’d been pretty sure she’d been detailing where in the girl’s routine she’d screwed up. I’d met the girl’s eyes through the crowd, just long enough to mouth I’m sorry, one more time. I’d caught the edge of the girl’s answering smile before her mom, noticing the girl’s split attention, had grabbed her by the shoulder and yanked her toward the door.

I’d thought the last four years had stamped out any trace of the unsettled, imperfect, approachable Chrissy Cunningham. But maybe I was wrong.

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