KINDRED FREAKS⊠the time has come to celebrate Hawkins Highâs most uncouth couple: Chrissy âthe cheerleaderâCunningham and Eddie âthe freakâ Munson, with #Hellcheerweek. đ€
Oct 23-29th. fic, art, edits, playlists, letâs celebrate our ship: Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson.
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Chrissy could hardly focus on what she was doing today. It was another hot, sticky summer in Hawkins, her last one before college started in the fall, and she had chosen to spend it as a lifeguard. It made the most sense to her. Summers were hot, pools were cool. What she failed to think about when applying was that she would actually be sitting under an umbrella all day instead of swimming, but at least she got a nice tan out of the deal. Most days at the pool were pretty boring. That was how she currently found herself sitting under an umbrella, endlessly daydreaming about her boyfriend.
Her and Eddie Munson had finally become an official item to everyone in Hawkins during their last week of high school. It had been satisfying to watch Jason and her motherâs faces twist in horror at the revelation. At that point though, she couldnât care less what they thought of her and Eddie. Their friendship had blossomed over the months sheâd tutored him, the tension between them palpable and thick once sheâd broken up with Jason. Looking back, it had only been a matter of time. Chrissy was pretty sure the month since then had been the best one of her life. Jason was out of the picture and her motherâs attempts at control were finally just meaningless noise in Chrissyâs ears.
She was grateful for that last bit of change in her life, especially when Chrissy had decided to take basic courses at the community college in the next town over. Her mother hated it, but Chrissy had realized that going out of state for college had been Jasonâs dream and sheâd just always gone along with him. But now, she wanted time to be here with Eddie and figure out what her life looked like together with him. She was pretty sure sheâd never seen her mother get so red with anger before, but Chrissy simply didnât care anymore. She might have been terrifying six months ago, but now that Chrissy stopped giving her mother the satisfaction of winning their arguments, it didnât matter. Chrissy finally knew what her priorities were and she wasnât going to waste her time bowing down to her motherâs whims.
A whistle blew, pulling Chrissy from her reminiscing and signaling a shift change. Glancing at her watch, Chrissy was glad the time had flown by today. After thanking Heather and wishing her luck on the next shift, she went back to the locker room to change. Chrissyâs heart began to race again and she was excited that Eddie was picking her up. Today was the day she got to sit in on one of his Dungeons and Dragons games and the anticipation was killing her. Chrissy had wanted to watch Eddie play for a few weeks now. When sheâd asked, heâd become surprisingly bashful.
âCome on sweetheart,â Eddie had told her. âYou donât have to come watch if you donât really want to.â
âNo! I really do! I donât think I want to play right now, but I want to see you doing something you love!â Putting on her best pouty face, sheâd grabbed Eddieâs arm and forced his attention onto her. âPlease Eddie? You got to watch me at the last few pep rallies.â
âTrue, but you also came to see me play at the Hideout so I think weâre even. Besides, I donât even know when weâre meeting since itâs summer.â He had clearly been buckling under the pressure of her cuteness and Chrissy knew she had the upper hand, no matter what he said.
âJust promise youâll tell me if you do? I donât want to miss it Eddie.â Sheâd punctuated her request with a small peck to Eddieâs lips, surprising him. Taking her chance, she leaned in to whisper gently in his ear. âAfter all, didnât you say youâd do anything for me?â She knew she was playing dirty by whispering words heâd told her from when it was just the two of them alone in his bed, but Chrissy didnât care. She wanted to know everything about Eddie. Even if she never played a game of Dungeons and Dragons in her life, she wanted to support him and have fun with him. The look on Eddieâs face anytime heâd mentioned it before was brilliant and made his eyes light up, even if heâd never admit it. Chrissy was dying to know why. It was sometimes startling to realize how quickly she had fallen head over heels for Eddie, but at the same time, everything about him felt good and right.
And then, earlier this week, Eddie had told her the news that they were going to be playing something called a one shot campaign. Some of the younger members had a friend and his sister visiting from out of town for summer break. Apparently, he loved D&D too and wanted to play with Eddie after hearing his friends talk about him so much. When Eddie had told her, Chrissy squealed with excitement. Itâd made him chuckle and tease her about being so excited to just watch a game she wasnât even going to play. Sheâd rolled her eyes right back at him, informing him that she had been a cheerleader so that was basically what she was best at. And so, plans were made and today was the day.
Chrissy finished changing, tucking her swimsuit into her duffle bag that she now took back and forth to work. She practically bounced out of the locker room and to the front gate of the community pool. Sure enough, a familiar van was waiting for her with a tall, lean, man propped up against it. He may have looked intimidating to others, but to Chrissy he looked, well to put it bluntly, he looked hot. Eddie didnât know it, but sometimes he would take her breath away. She knew if she ever admitted it to him, he would tease her endlessly for it and his ego would inflate to the size of Indiana.
When he spotted her coming towards him, she saw his eyes light up as he shot her a smirk that melted her heart. She stopped just short of him, pressing herself up on the tips of her toes to place a small kiss to the underside of his jaw. Eddie threw an arm around her and began walking her to the passenger side of the van.
âMiss me that much sweetheart?â he teased. Chrissy wrapped her arm around his waist, underneath his jacket so she could feel the warmth that always came off of him.
âYou know why Iâm so excited. I could hardly focus on the pool today since I was thinking about the game.â They stopped, Eddie chuckling as he opened the door for her. He gently helped her up into the car, throwing out his obligatory âmâladyâ as she stepped up and in. As he walked around, a question popped into Chrissyâs mind and as soon as he got in, she innocently asked him.
âWhy are you so hesitant about me watching you play? Do you really think I wonât like it?â The thought made her a little sad and that mood tainted her question. Even if the game ended up not being her thing, she still wanted to understand Eddieâs hobbies and passions. He knew that she was athletic and enjoyed going on walks or just being outdoors. He knew that she loved exploring new music with him and going shopping, even if he hated the last activity. But Eddie had still made the effort over the last month to really learn about her now that they were together and sheâd happily shared it all with him. So Chrissy couldnât lie. When she thought about how him not wanting to share something with her, it hurt a little bit.
Eddie sat in the drivers seat, clearly confused by the sudden shift in her mood with that question. She glanced up at him, eyes probably looking like a sad puppy and saw him panic just a bit.
âChrissy no, itâs not that I swear.â His hand ran through his hair, making the tangled mess even more tangled. âShit, I⊠I messed up huh?â He let out an exasperated breath before turning to face her. âI never wanted you to think I didnât want you there. Itâs just⊠well, itâs just weird knowing that someone like you wants to be there and itâs been throwing me off. Thatâs all. Just my dumb brain overthinking, I guess?â
âSomeone like me?â Chrissy felt her eyebrows furrow at the comment. âWhat do you mean? So, you do want me there?â
âGod, of course I want you there sweetheart.â Eddie grabbed her small hands in his and rubbed circles on them. âHow do I even explain this? Hellfire has always been on the outskirts of whatâs cool at Hawkins. If someone wanted to join, then they already knew what it was all about. They just⊠joined. End of story.â He looked up at her with a mix of apology and bashfulness in his gaze. âNobody has ever been excited or interested to learn about it before so it just feels weird to me. Itâs this hobby thatâs always been seen as awful and Iâve always had to just deflect to get people off my back. Look, Iâm sorry if it seemed like I didnât want you there.â
Chrissy listened intently as he opened up. They were both surprisingly good at doing that with each other. The comfort they shared was another reason she thought she had fallen in love with him so quickly, even if she was still too scared to say it out loud.
âItâs okay,â she murmured as she placed a chaste kiss on his lips. âThat actually makes a lot of sense now that you put it that way. But I love learning about the things you like, so I promise Iâm super excited.â Eddie smiled again, returning her kiss with one of his own.
âWell, then who am I to keep a pretty lady waiting?â He turned to face forward, putting the car in drive and holding one of her hands in his as they drove off towards Hawkins High. The drive was short and Chrissy spent the ride asking Eddie small questions about what they were going to be doing. He explained a little bit, mentioning that todayâs game would just be a one and done kind of story. He told her it would be almost like a long movie that gets played out, where the heroes start in some small town and work their way up to defeating a big bad villain in the end. Sheâd nodded her head, understanding the concept, but still not sure how they would exactly pull that off. She also asked Eddie what he would be doing in all of this. He mentioned that he would be a narrator of sorts, keeping everyone on track and then also playing as any monsters or bad guys that came up in their journey. Again, Chrissy just nodded, her brain deep in thought about what this would all look like but also drowning in excitement as she watched how animated Eddie was just by talking about tonight. They pulled into the school parking lot around three oâclock and she noticed that there were no other cars there. Chrissy asked where everyone was and Eddie smiled what she could only describe as a wicked smile.
âOh weâre here early to help set the mood.â He chuckled darkly as he spoke and it made Chrissy flush with the ideas that statement brought to her mind, none appropriate in a school setting. Theyâd only been graduates for a month but it still felt odd to be back. The halls were empty and it was pretty spooky if Chrissy thought about it too much. But instead of lingering in the halls, Eddie took her hand and led her to the abandoned stage in the auditorium, the curtains drawn. She wondered where they met exactly, realizing sheâd never asked. Her question was soon answered as Eddie led her into the backstage area. He flipped the lights on leaving the curtains drawn and pulled her over to a storage closet. The closet turned out to be packed with a table, chairs, candles and even a hand made Hellfire Club sign.
âThis sign is amazing! Where did you get it?â Chrissy was amazed at the detail and it looked like someone had spent a lot of time making it.
âThat would uh⊠thatâd be me.â Eddie murmured bashfully. He tried to busy himself but Chrissy kept piling praise onto him.
âYou made this? Eddie this is amazing!â Chrissy gently peered over, entering his line of sight and forcing him to look at her. It really was amazing how much talent Eddie had at things that werenât English, Spanish, or Biology. Anything school related was a struggle for him, but he was so practical and smart in other ways that surprised Chrissy constantly. It left her in awe of him when she discovered yet another thing he was good at.
âI just got bored in wood shop a couple years ago,â he mumbled. Seeing him squirm made Chrissy realize that he might not get too many positive comments flung his way all the time. It was clearly hard for him to accept and it made Chrissyâs heart ache for him. She wanted him to know just how loved he was and make sure he knew he was worth it. She gently placed the sign down and silently entered his space. Taking the decor out of Eddieâs hands without a word, she eventually cleared enough space in his arms to place herself there. She wrapped her arms around his waist, wanting nothing than to show him the love she was feeling in that moment. Glancing up, her chin on his chest, she felt her heart swell with pride and her face smile gently at him.
âIf thatâs what you can make when youâre bored, I canât imagine what youâd make if you really put your mind to it.â As she spoke, Eddieâs eyes widened and his fingers resting at the base of her spine began fidgeting with the hem of her shirt nervously. Chrissy found it adorable.
âIf you wanted me to make you something, Iâd do it in a heartbeat sweetheart.â He chuckled, his fingers now rubbing circles into her shirt.
âIâll take a rain check for when I really need it then.â Chrissy placed a kiss to his shirt, right above his heart. âNow, where do we put all of this stuff anyway?â
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They fell into a rhythm of setting things up, and in about half an hour, everything had been set up for their campaign. Chrissy was still amazed by âThe Throneâ as Eddie called it dramatically. Sheâd laughed when he had waved his arms out wildly and told her that it was sacred in all ways and that only the mightiest of Dungeon Masters could sit upon it. They had barely finished setting up before the rest of the club arrived. They all gave her a quick hello before setting their own materials up at the table. It was a flurry of prep and excitement and eventually Chrissy recognized that the new boy was Will Byers, the boy whoâd disappeared a few years back. He was older and taller but still had the same haircut from the missing posters she remembered seeing all over town.
âGentlemen, Lady Applejack, and beautiful spectators,â Eddie excitedly called out over the conversations they were all having. âThe time has come for todays journey to begin.â Chrissy was immediately zeroed in on how charismatic Eddie was. Just him calling everyone to attention was magnetic and Chrissy wanted nothing more than to watch him speak for the next five hours. Luckily, that was exactly what she was going to do.
Over the course of the next few hours, Chrissy easily followed the story that was laid out for the party. It was a simple task but the interactions and choices made by everyone made things layered and complex in the best way. It was intimidating at times, but Chrissy genuinely enjoyed watching. She clapped at everyoneâs successes, gasped when something heart wrenching happened, and laughed when Eddie made the best voices and dialogue, drawing them into the world heâd created. Yet again, he surprised her with how stunning and brilliant his mind was. He really didnât give himself enough credit. Soon, the party was coming to their final destination. The house of baron who was oppressing the town he ruled over. Throughout the campaign, the party had decided that he was probably possessed and it was finally time to drive out whatever was causing the problem and help the townspeople. But eventually, Eddie revealed the true answer to the baronâs madness.
âAs you enter the foyer of the baronâs mansion, you see that it was once a grand sight to behold, but now is in extreme disrepair,â Eddie narrated while Chrissy watched him, rapt. âBut as the baron comes from the shadows, you hear his voice, dark and sinister, âWho dares to disturb me in my home?â. How do you respond?â
Will spoke, his voice clear and true. âHumble adventurers are we, seeking to help the town that is suffering under your watchful eye. Is all well with you sir? May we be of any assistance?â
Eddie chuckled darkly, crawling upon âThe Throneâ to perch on its ornate arm. Chrissy was unexpectedly pulled from the story by this, feeling her heart sputter and heat rise to her cheeks. Seeing Eddie like this was having an affect on her that she hadnât quite anticipated. His dark, unforgiving tone and the look in his eyes made her unconsciously rub her thighs together, heat pooling between them, and she couldnât look away or even feel ashamed, despite there being others present.
âThe baron finally steps into a sliver of moonlight as he speaks. âHow dare you insinuate that my town suffers! You all have been a nuisance, thwarting my plans at every turn and ruining any chance I once had at raising an army of undead. For that, you shall pay!â Finally, in the moonlight, you see his features pale and twisted, eyes blood red, but most importantly, the fangs that protrude from where human teeth once sat!â
Eddie laughed maniacally as cries of defiance rang out from the party. Chrissy found herself also shocked, reacting with everyone else but her body was still distracting her as she watched Eddieâs form. He was practically vibrating with excited energy and the way his eyes darkened when he spoke shocked Chrissy and made her brain wonder if he would ever whisper in her ear that way when they were alone. Shaking her head to try and clear her thoughts for the final battle, he took a glance at her, gauging her reaction. Even though she told her face to smile, her eyes and flushed features must have told a different story. His eyebrows raised only a hair before darkening once again, grinning like a panther stalking its prey. Chrissy felt herself burning up and broke his gaze, looking over to the party and focusing on their planning.
After a hard fought battle with fallen allies, Will the Wise stuck the killing blow to the baron turned vampire, freeing the town from tyranny and the undead. Everyone stood and cheered, Chrissy included. Watching everything unfold had been riveting and she couldnât wait to give Eddie a nice big âI told you soâ later on. Sheâd loved every second of the adventure and was riding the high of a campaign well won while everyone packed up. Another half hour later and the party was all safely heading home, leaving Chrissy and Eddie to pack up the supplies theyâd taken out earlier in the day.
An odd silence had fallen over the two of them as they worked to clean the table of the remaining snacks and drinks left behind. Chrissy moved to the head of the table, in front of âThe Throneâ working her way around to wipe things off. Her mind wandered again to seeing and hearing Eddie earlier and let herself indulge in the fantasy just a bit now that everyone was gone.
âPretty sure it doesnât take two minutes to clean that one spot sweetheart.â She jumped as Eddieâs voice murmured in her ear, his arms wrapping around her waist. âSomething on your mind?â Chrissy felt her cheeks flare yet again with heat and she felt a now familiar flutter in her stomach as she replied.
âNo,â she heard her voice crack and internally winced at it. Eddie chuckled in her ear as he ran his hands along her sides, a delicious shiver running up Chrissyâs spine.
âI donât think youâre being honest with me Chrissy.â As he spoke in the voice from the end of the campaign, she realized sheâd been caught. He knew exactly what had been going on with her and it made her flush and squirm in his arms. He moved both of them to sit back into âThe Throneâ, Eddie maneuvering her so she landed on his lap. Immediately, Chrissy could feel the hard want pressing into her thigh as she sat on top of him, and it made her embarrassment ease, but only slightly. Her eyebrows shot up as she looked up at him through her lashes with the big doe eyes she knew he couldnât handle. She let a small smirk grace the side of her mouth as she replied.
They think she did it but they just can't prove it
@hellcheerweek || Day 7 - Heroes & Villains
After years under her mother's abusive grip, Chrissy finally snapped. It took her brother almost dying for her to realize she had to find a permanent solution, so she killed her mother.
Weeks later, in another small Indiana town, she and her boyfriend Eddie find another victim after hearing about an eight-year-old boy who needs help.
TW: Blood | Murder | Implied child abuse
Reposting because the original had a nipple pic and it got flagged
wow, look at you now by @hangon-silvergirl on ao3 (WIP)
Chapters: one | two | three | four | five | six
Inspired by @hellcheerweek 2022
Day Three - Prompt: First Kiss
When Chrissy suddenly slams flat against his ceiling, Eddie decides that wigging out is now a very appropriate response, and he rushes back and away from whatever bullshit this Wes Craven fever-dream is trying to snap his addled mind with. His own body smacks into the kitchen counter with enough force to knock him, literally, onto his ass, and to bounce Wayneâs portable radio off and onto the linoleum floor with a thunk.
In some overwhelming joke of deviant, karmic irony, it starts playing the local FM station, breaking through the buzzing electricity, supernatural tension, and Eddie's own panicked breathing, by introducing Billy fucking Joel to the moment. And of fucking course he's singing Uptown Girl.
Five times Eddie Munson didn't kiss Chrissy Cunningham + The first time that he did.
Chrissy hung in the back of the crappy bar, eyes roaming the crowd as she looked for potential marks. It had been almost a week since her last snack and she was starving.
"Hey there cute little thing." The redhead became aware of a taller man leaning over her. His hand was uncomfortably close to her shoulder when he spoke. Breath stinking of cheap beer and cigarettes. "You look a little young to be here. Maybe I could...help you out?" A creep. Perfect.
"Aw, you think so?" She asked with a rehearsed giggle. Batting her eyes at the human trash in front of her. Sometimes this was too easy.
"Yeah. Wanna blow this place? Go somewhere more exciting?" He prodded further, hand drifting down further before she caught his wrist. Making it come off as a playful action.
"How about the alley?" This seemed to excite the man. Practically chasing after her tail as she wandered out the back door. Looking around the dingy alley to see save a racoon in the dumpster, the area was completely empty. Good.
"Hey cutie, where you going?" The man called as he stumbled out behind her. Just to be sure she stayed out of sight, Chrissy dashed behind the dumpster.
"Over here~" She called, trying to push down her disgust for him. But like a moth to light, he followed. His eyes only focusing on her chest as he stumbled towards her.
"God you're so pretty, don't worry. Daddy's gonna show you a good time." He reached out to feel her up but she easily caught his wrist again. This time not so playfully taking his arm and twisting it behind his back. "What the hell-?" He barely got anything out as she opened her mouth and buried her fangs in his neck. Sucking out his blood as she felt his body flail before slowly crumpling underneath the teenager's grip. The cheerleader lapped up the sustenance, the blood dripping from ger mouth as she finally dropped the pig's body. He would be fine. Probably. She'd learned wnough self control to not bleed them dry by now. And he wouldn't remember a thing about the tiny blonde he tried taking advantage of.
Chrissy Cunningham had been dead (or rather, undead) for almost a year now. She couldn't quite remember how it happened now. But she did vividly remember waking up in the coroner's office. Laid out on a stainless steel table, under a blanket and completely naked. A man in scrubs leaning over her body with a scalpel when an overwhelming hunger overcame her. There was nothing left but a dried up shriveled husk of a human body when she fled back to her parents home. She wasn't the only one like this. The story of the Byers boy who clawed himself out of the grave her sophomore year was known by everyone in Hawkins. Zombie boy. Only they weren't zombies. But they didn't know that.
Chrissy leaned down to drag the man back further when she heard the sound of a can being crushed. Turning to face a boy around her age, cigarette in hand, gaping at the girl covered in blood holding what looked like a dead body.
