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marinhosh · 10 months

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Here, take this.

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hellcheer-heaven · 11 months

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Hellcheer Shenanigans: Shameful vs Shameless

Well I was hesitant to upload this because of how Chrissy and Eddie are portrayed here (in terms of the joke and in terms of anatomy). After a brief discussion with @a-strange-inkling and @bisexualchrissycunningham they let me know that it’s all good.

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maelialuv · 1 year

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Cut the Cord - Eddie Munson

Summary: After leaving home, you unexpectedly find yourself living next to the town freak, Eddie Munson. Your new neighbour subverts the town's perception of him. (SERIES)

Warnings: small mentions of controlling parental behaviour! Eddie wears check pyjama bottoms. reader is a peeper (A LITTLE)

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Part Two - Howdy, Neighbour

Eddie Munson looked like every mother's worst nightmare. Tattoos, unruly hair, curious taste in music and extra curricular activities. With his ripped jeans and leather jackets, Eddie was a vision of the Bad Boy to the fretting parents in Hawkins; they pictured him selling their tennis shoe, Sunday mass children hard drugs and corrupting their daughters. And while drugs were sold, though they weren't hard, it was to the Ivy League jocks and their cheerleader girlfriends.

Eddie looked miraculously different as he sat on the porch next to yours. His vest had been exchanged for a dark blue sweater - frayed at the sleeves as he ran his fingers over the yarn there. Ripped black jeans were replaced by red check pyjama pants. His hair was wet, strands sticking to his forehead, framing his face. He lit a cigarette as he looked at you, eyes boring into yours.

Dread filled your stomach. You wouldn't be able to escape his questions - he'd probably watched you move your lonely duffle bag into the trailer. You took a drag of your own cigarette. "Hello, Munson."

Eddie sat forward in his lawn chair, the tiniest of smiles on his face.

"Hey, Pom Poms. What's with the boot?" He gestured to the cast on your foot, ash flickering away as he did. "You take a tumble?"

"You could say that, yeah." You laughed humourlessly.

"Not out for the season, are you? I was thinking of maybe, finally, going to a game this year." As he spoke, Eddie shifted his chair closer to the edge of the wooden structure that formed his porch. You were about six feet apart now. "Can they even go on without you?"

You were the best flyer on the cheer team, but not the only one. You could imagine that the team was already working out who would replace you for the Tiger's first game next weekend.

"I'm taking some time off the team, actually." You said quietly, going back to your cigarette. The way you said it made Eddie tilt his head to the side. Your jaw locked as you spoke, eyes forward.

"How much time?" He hugged one knee to his chest, resting his elbow there. Getting comfortable as he foresaw a lengthy conversation ahead. Riveting, he thought.

"Long enough that my college scholarship is out the window." When Eddie's brows furrowed, you continued. "I quit."

Eddie's brows shot straight up at this.

For as long as he had known you - or of you, since the two of you had not become friends until your sophomore year, Eddie's second- you had the pom poms and the green ribbon in your hair. He couldn't picture you without it. Didn't know who you were without it.

"Woah," he said, pausing for a moment. He chuckled to himself, a small smirk etching itself on his lips. "Now I've gotta call you by your name, how boring. Not even sure I remember it."

You laughed for the first time that whole day.

It was short lived, however, as Eddie's words made your head spin. Eddie had called you Pom Poms for the better part of three years. You'd worn your hair with a green ribbon for four whole years. You didn't know a life without cheer. It was all you had. You hated it, but were you yourself without it? The thought sent a shiver down your spine. Maybe people wouldn't like you without it. All they'd ever seen you with was the cheer jacket and uniform. You wore it like an armour, you name sewed into the jacket like a sash of pride.

Your sudden silence concerned Eddie, his brown knitting together in a tight v shape as he watched you. "You good over there?"

You didn't answer right away, unable to swallow the lump in your throat that refused to move. When Eddie called your name - not his nickname for you- you turned.

"What are you doing here? Not that I'm not delighted at the thought of us being neighbours." Eddie stood dramatically, grabbing something from the ground by his feet before climbing from his porch over the banister of your own. He outstretched his hand to you. It was a lighter, his initials E.M scratched on in his own neat hand. "Had I known, I would have baked you basket of muffins." You chuckled lowly at the thought of Eddie being the Boy Next Door type of guy, welcoming you to the neighbourhood.

"I had a fight with my mother."

"Yikes, bad one?"

"What do you think?"

You didn't mean to say it so harshly, not minding Eddie's perfectly innocent feelings in your mixed up situation. "Sorry," you said, mumbling. "Yeah, it was bad. She kicked me out."

Eddie's doe brown eyes had a child like glee in them now.

"What did you do? Lemme guess," he said, sitting next to you on your own porch bench. He tucked his legs under him, like a first grader waiting for story time. "Stole her car? Had a wild party that went berserk and trashed the place? No, I know," he lifted a finger, poking you in the nose. "I bet she found your secret stash of 'performance enhancers'."

"God no!" You laughed out loud.

"Oh, wait.....got a little bun in the oven?"

You choked on air at the insinuation. "Jeez, Munson, you're way off base here." He looked at you expectantly. "She's very controlling, my mom. Everything I do has to be perfect. Nothing in my life is private. Almost everything I do is approved by her first."

Eddie quirked a brow as if to say 'you're serious?'

"When she was my age, she was on track to get a full scholarship to the University of Indiana for cheerleading, then she got pregnant with me. So, for as long as i've done cheer, she's been a little...unorthodox with her parenting style."

"Unorthodox how?"

"Well, locking my bedroom door from the outside when she knows there's a party, is one example."

"Jesus, Boots, your mom sounds crazy."

"Boots?" you questioned the boy.

"You're wearing a boot, er go, boots. Continue."

"Well," you went on, "I knew I wanted to quit the team. I knew she wouldn't take any reasoning I gave her....." you trailed off, thinking back to the SNAP! your foot had made this morning. You cringed inwardly. "I took matters into my own hands-"

"Meaning you broke your own foot on purpose? That's pretty metal, Boots."

"Yes. And then I told her I wanted to quit. And she kicked me out, simple as that." You sighed, taking a drag of your cigarette.

You quietly chatted with Eddie for a couple of hours, thinking to yourself that this Eddie - the much more relaxed, stripped down version- was very palatable. When your watch read 11:45, you figured you'd try to get some sleep in your new home. You passed him back his lighter. "Goodnight, Eddie."

"Goodnight, Boots."

You clambered into bed the moment you got inside, shoving covers and sheets on as quickly as you could without thinking too much about the cleanliness of the mattress. Through your bedroom window - a small rectangle on the far wall- you could see into Eddie's room. You meant to look away - you didn't want to invade his privacy, for god's sake!- but the posters that covered his walls and , more importantly, the extravagant guitar nailed above his bed, caught your eye. His bed faced yours, leaning against the opposite wall.

'Look away' you urged yourself, unable to tear your eyes away from the room. It was like looking into his head, the scattered vinyl records and cassettes littering his bed fascinating. You swore you saw Dolly Parton's '9-5' laying by his stereo. Squinting your eyes to get a closer look, only then did you see Eddie waltz into the room.

This was when you felt as though you were glued to the floor.

Eddie had removed his sweater, an array of bold tattoos covering his chest. You turned away at once, closing the blinds that covered the window. Your chest heaved, faced flushed in embarrassment.

'Oh God,' you thought.

You flung yourself into bed, burying your face in the pillow and under the covers. You heart raced as you tried to sleep, your closed eyes refusing to show you anything other than Eddie's toned stomach, and the bats that covered his chest.

You swiped a frustrated hand over your face.

You had the hots for Eddie Munson. You had the hots for Eddie Munson, your brand new neighbour.