What if Chrissy wasn't killed by Vecna in Eddie's trailer that night? Would 86 really end up being their year? This is the story of Eddie and Chrissy battling against all the odds to try and save one another from the events of the 4th season. How would things play out differently for Hawkins town and their story if they were both alive to try and help the others fight Vecna? Now that fate has given him a little more time with Chrissy can Eddie finally do something about his feelings for the girl he has been crushing on since middle school?

Lucy Van Pelt, now a high school-er, has oddly found herself getting used to playing the violin. At first, it was just to mock music, but for some reason, she realised she was actually enjoying it. Being a huge classical music hater as an elementary student, she couldn't have fathomed the thought that she would ever join the music club. The club that an old childhood crush, Schroeder, hosts. The characters are aged up in this! And this is also a violinist Lucy AU. All characters are not mine! 1!! - Schrucy, peanuts, lucyvanpelt, Schroeder Felton, slightslowburn, Schroederxlucy, selfimprovemnt

14k+ reads! Thanks everyone! Updated as of 3/30/21 ............... Illya and Gaby work with Napoleon to take down The Frenchman, an elusive human trafficker. Ongoing, at least one chapter per week. Please leave feedback so I can improve. :) Don't forget follow me, vote, and add the story to your libraries. Thank you for reading! <3 Preview: Illya shoved the hotel room door open with a crash, stumbling into the room, drenched in water, red-tinged droplets falling from his fingers to the floor. Gaby spun around from where she stood at the window, nearly dropping the small glass of vodka in her hand. "Illya?" She gasped, setting the glass down on the table beside the couch. "What happened?" Illya fell heavily to his knees, eyes nearly closing with fatigue. "The Frenchman, he had more men than expected. One had shockingly good aim in the dark. I discover this the hard way." Shaking her head, Gaby knelt in front of him, peeling his drenched jacket away from his shoulder. She winced as the bloodstained shirt came into view. "I told you to wear protection." "And you were right, as always, little chop shop girl."....