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acowardinmordor · 11 months

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I was thinking about how self destruction is a form of running away. So I was thinking about Eddie self destructing in the aftermath of something awful happening. Then I saw several things with rockstar eddie and paramedic steve. Then I thought about how to make it more painful.

And I'm just gonna go ahead and put it under a cut. Bc Ow. Warnings for injuries, drugs, alcohol, AIDS, and the like. idek if its good. just thinking about it.

Eddie's best friend Chrissy came with him when they left their small town, and they kept each other afloat until someone signs Eddie and he becomes a rising star. She's with him for the parties, the fights, the late nights. They're not together, but they've hooked up several times over the years. It's just how they are.

But its the late 80s and the early 90s, and they're both queer enough that AIDS is inescapable. They've gone to more funerals than someone that young should have to see. They've watched friends go to the doctor about a rash and come back with a death sentence.

So yeah, they party, they drink, they hook up with people, but they're both careful. No shared needles, always wearing condoms.

Except careful isn't enough.

It's through something impossible to predict. An injury. A car crash. Visiting a sick friend who can't stop coughing. Both of them are there, because they're almost always together. Both of them get the same exposure. But its just Chrissy that gets sick. gets tested. gets the news. HIV positive.

And Eddie won't run. He won't leave her alone. They've seen too many friends die alone. He won't run, but he will self destruct.

He starts to spiral on the fact that she got sick and he didn't. That he's always been less careful than her. That he's taken risks and woken up next to people he doesn't remember.

That between the two of them, Chrissy is the one who is good and kind and who deserves to have a long beautiful life. Eddie is, and has always been the fuck up. Worse. Everyone knows that this is the gay disease. Chrissy isn't straight, but she was a lot straighter before she became Eddie's friend. Didn't go to parties like this or drink like this.

So we have Eddie self destructing, he isn't trying to catch it. He's terrified of it. He's terrified every time he sees her. But he is taking stupider risks, and drinking more, and taking more and mixing more drugs.

There's a bad stretch. Eddie wakes up with strangers and track marks. Chrissy's family finds out and disown her. Eddie gets tested. Chrissy gets a bad cold. Eddie gets yet another negative test.

So after his next show - generating buzz as they start to talk about a tour next spring - Eddie spirals, gets shitfaced, blackout drunk, high on who-knows-what, and tries to fight some guys. It takes one shove for Eddie to be flat on his ass with blood on his face.

Paramedics get called.

Steve listens to this guy half incoherently begging for them to go help Chrissy instead. How Eddie deserves to die and she doesn't. That she's his best friend, that she's everything, that she-- They ask what he took and they ask if he has any medical conditions or illnesses they need to know about. Eddie goes hysterical, talking about how he should have it, but he doesn't, because Chrissy does instead.

They get him to a hospital for observation and a few stitches.

There's no reason for it to matter. Eddie is too out of it to remember the paramedic he sobbed on outside of a bar. Steve could go home after his shift and never think of him again. But something about it echoed with how he and Robin are. So, after a 12 hour shift, Steve goes to sit with Eddie - this gorgeous, broken hearted man who is cracking apart because he's helpless to save his friend.

That's it.

That's what I want as the set up of a story that starts with Steve being sent on a call to help a guy who is on the edge of overdosing. Then let it get into the guilt and the fear, and the need to help.

And because I'm feeling kind this evening: Chrissy lives. It's terrifying. Every cold and cough and injury feels a thousand times worse, but she's lucky. It never progresses to AIDS.

#fic idea #steddie #or it would be #because its about Eddie and Steve finding each other #and healing and whatnot #which means this is far too soft and uplifting for me to write #even if you do layer in the pain of guilt #and eddie needing to make bank to take care of chrissy #but that means being gone #knowing that she could get sick and die before he got back #ps letting chrissy live isn't cheating #I was thinking of Matt OGrady

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dylanconrique · 2 years

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to anyone who believes max should have died, or would be better off dead....

#*and this is icarly!#stranger things #st4 volume 2 #stranger things vol 2 spoilers #max mayfield #sadie sink #seeing a lot of stuff like 'it should have been max [not eddie]' who died #..... like.. what the fuck??????#i mean i get it i am absolutely devastated that eddie is gone 😔#BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN!!!!!!!!!#THAT MAX DESERVES TO DIE ANY MORE OR LESS THAN EDDIE #she deserved a night out at the movies with her boyfriend #just as much as eddie deserved to be with chrissy! or steve!#THEY'RE BOTH ANGELS WHO DESERVED MORE #eddie munson #seriously what is wrong with you people????

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ebongawk · 1 year

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running through my veins

part one part two

He fucked up.

Partway through the first full month of summer, and Eddie Munson had already managed to royally fuck up.

Jesus Christ. She'd told him that she loved him, and all he'd done was tuck tail and run. Like an idiot. Like a coward. Staring into the face of an emotion too large to name – an emotion Chrissy fucking Cunningham basically admitted to reciprocating – and he'd thrown a goddamn Molotov cocktail at it and turned his back so he didn't have to watch the flames eat it alive.

Anger swirled a red storm cloud in his brain, suffusing its way across the sky of his psyche and pulsating like a broken heart. Jagged and jarring and completely engulfing in the barest hours of morning. The show at Nightfall had done nothing to lessen his furious internalized rage – because it was his. It belonged to him; a blistering creature of wrath kept harbored in the cavity of his chest where a heart once sheltered.

A heart Chrissy now kept haphazardly in the palm of her hand. And that was his fault, too, wasn't it? He'd given her that piece of himself and never told her. Had sat aside and watched with painful curiosity as she clutched and fisted and beat his muscle against her unknowing hands. Because he'd never fucking told her.

And now it was too late.

It had been an entire week since he last saw her. Since she'd last spilled her misplaced honesties against the ratty carpet of the van, half-high and wholly everything he'd ever wanted. He'd hoped, quietly, silently, that she might slip into the Nightfall and watch his show. But why would she? Why would she go out of her way, and risk her mother's warpath, just to see a guy she loved in all the wrong ways? Especially after he just–– He just fucking left her there without explanation. Couldn't even properly beg her to stop breaking the heart she still held.

Fucking Romeo and Juliet, they were, as sick as it made him to admit. A rapt comparison. Doomed before they ever really began.

But a whole week without the curved cheek of her smile felt entirely wrong. Seven fucking days without that toothy giggle tucked into his shoulder, without the slight smudge of her mascara on his shirt.

Each day without Chrissy cast him further into the circles of Hell. Until he was stuck, watching the licking flames in six terrible waves above. And, as prepared as Eddie pretended to be for brimstone and lava, even he could admit that he was slowly driving himself insane.

He'd never sleep like this. Not wrapped as he was in all this unknowing.

It was three-thirty in the morning. She was definitely asleep. But that didn't stop him from climbing into his van. From driving to Loch Nora and parking three blocks away. From digging around in the garden her mother paid to have manicured twice a week, searching for pebbles that wouldn't shatter glass and chucking them at her bedroom window.

He really didn't expect the pane to open after two pebbles. Definitely didn't expect to see her face peering down from the darkness, eyes bleary with sleep and something else, something far more forlorn.

"Eddie?"

There was something to be said about the way she struck him speechless. How the soft hum of her voice stole the breath right from his lungs, yanking it up his esophagus and swallowing it for herself. Like she didn't already own all of the little pieces of him she'd unintentionally shattered when she confessed that she loved him and then couldn't find a way to admit that even that wasn't enough to change their situation.

He shouldn't have fucking expected it. Shouldn't have let that little giggle of hope curl its way through his chest. He knew what her mom was like, knew what Laura would do if Chrissy came home one day on Eddie's arm.

And he'd been selfish enough to hope anyway.

After a long moment of silence, Chrissy glanced back over her shoulder, then gestured for him to climb the trellis. Which, yeah, fuck the Romeo and Juliet comparison, actually, it was hitting way too goddamn close to home.

Slipping gracelessly through her window, Eddie barely caught himself from landing in a heap on the floor. He took a moment to survey her room, noting how... un-Chrissy-like it was. All bright colors where Chrissy preferred pastels; not a single lick of individuality aside from the shelf dedicated to cheer and gymnastics trophies.

A shelf Eddie is damn near positive Chrissy didn't put up for herself.

It was almost impossible to look at her. She was just so... God, Christ, she was just so everything. Looking at her was like looking at the fucking sun and praying it didn't melt his corneas.

When his eyes finally did settle on her, he wondered how he'd managed to keep them off for so long. How he ever saw anything that wasn't her. Searching for something to say – something witty or soft or anything, anything to break the silence, he finally settled on a lame, "Hey."

Chrissy cleared her throat.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was wrong. Heavy, almost, though obviously not with interrupted sleep. It sounded raw and parched. Like she'd––

Like she'd been crying.

"Haven't, uh. Haven't seen you in a while. Wanted–– Wanted to make sure you were okay."

She let out this pained little noise, caught somewhere between a laugh and a sob. The sound was a knife in her hand, shoved straight through the heart she still held.

"I'm fine," she replied, not making any attempt to stifle the lie.

"Chrissy––"

"Why are you here, Eddie?" she asked again, the question hitched and broken.

He wanted to turn around. Wanted to dive back through her open window and hurl himself back to the van. Wanted to turn back the clock and refuse to make this impulse decision. Anything was preferable to the way her heart splintered right in front of him. The way her eyes shone, tears not yet dried as she struggled to keep her composure.

As she struggled to accept the unrequited love he'd allegedly dragged up that goddamn trellis.

God, if only she knew.

"I just... I wanted to talk about last week," he said, crossing his arms over his ribs and fisting the fabric of his t-shirt. "A-About what you said."

"You don't have to," Chrissy shot back. "I get it."

That brought him up short. A breath in that tasted like regret, and an exhale that made him want to scream. "You do?"

"Yeah," she chuckled, and it sounded wrong wrong wrong on her tongue. "Yeah. I-I know it was... I know it was just me. I know you don't..."

Despite everything in him screaming to leave, Eddie managed a step closer to her. "Don't what, Chris? I don't what?"

She didn't seem inclined to reply for a long, tense moment. Like everything in her – the very blood in her veins – was rioting against her honesty. It took willpower Eddie didn't know he possessed not to reach out and fucking hold her.

"I know you don't love me, Eddie," she hiccupped, bottom lip caught between her teeth. "I know I'm just... I know I'm poison to you."

"What?" Admittedly, out of anything she could've said, he wasn't anticipating that.

She lets out this frustrated little sound, covering her face with her hands and dropping onto her bed.

"I-I was there, Eddie. I was there when you–– when you sang that hate song and dedicated it to me, and I––" Her breath hitches, voice caught on the tail end of a sob, and suddenly her tear-soaked eyes are on him again, letting all that emotion spill down her cheeks.

Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Eddie couldn't have prevented himself from falling to his knees before her if he'd tried.

"You were there?"

"Of course!" she cried. "You were so excited, and I-I went to tell you that I–– That you were right, and I didn't want to hide, and I dumped Jason, and then you––"

Oh. Oh fuck. Fuck, he'd messed this up.

"Baby, no, no," he pleaded, setting his hands carefully on her bare knees. "That–– I wasn't upset with you, I was... God, sweetness, I was just angry, because you'd been right there and I was such a fucking coward, and I couldn't do anything except scream." His own jaw warbled, her countenance blurring as his eyes filled. He needed her to know. He needed her to know now. "Fuck, Chrissy, you think that stupid song means I don't love you?"

More tears. How did he make her cry more tears? What the fuck was wrong with him?

Her voice was half-broken, pulled up from her throat on broken shards of glass when she asked, "You love me?"

Christ, the little tip of hope in her voice made him want to die.

"I do," he vowed, right there on her bedroom floor. "You're–– Shit, baby, you're everything. Been driving myself insane this last week trying to figure out how I could fix what I broke. How I could pull you back with whatever you were willing to give me. Because even a taste of you is preferable to a lifetime o-of nothing and empty without you."

"But I want everything," she said, slipping from the edge of her bed and climbing into his lap. "I-I just thought you didn't want it, and that's why you..."

"Chrissy, if I flayed myself open right now, you'd see your name written all over my internal organs." He shook his head, his hands cupping her jaw. "Chrissy Cunningham in your dainty little script across my bones. You're–– You're not poison, sweetness; you're the antidote."

She grinned around her moistened cheeks, eyes bright in the low light of her bedroom. Like he'd somehow, finally, managed to say all the right things. All the shit he should've told her from the beginning. Everything he'd been too terrified; everything he'd run away from.

He didn't run away this time.

And when she leaned forward to kiss him, it didn't taste like poison or an antidote.

It tasted like the future.

#eddissy #hellcheer #hellcheer drabble #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #angst with a happy ending #they're so gone for each other i hate them

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sketchy-scribs-n-doods · 1 year

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thinking about how someone tried to insist to me that hellcheer was 'gross and pedophilic' because they had 'a huge age gap' and i thought it was the stupidest shit i'd ever heard so-

in true Extra Ass Bitch fashion i calculated roughly what the oldest/ youngest possible ages chrissy could be and the oldest/youngest possible ages eddie could be based on canon evidence (eddie's 2 failed years, chrissy's '86 necklace, etc.) and approximate school cut off dates

anyway, this is a rough approximation (not that it particularly matters because they're both still in the same age range/stage of life so a few years isn't rly much of an issue given their canon interactions) but if anyone was curious:

eddie should have been born in '65 or '66. backwards calculation places chrissy either late '67 or early '68. eddie failed his senior year twice and was supposed to have graduated in '84, he's on his third try. chrissy is head cheerleader and wears an '86 necklace, she's a senior in '86.

the youngest Chrissy could be is about [17yrs + 7 months] assuming a birthday around August of '68

the oldest Chrissy could be is about [18yrs + 6 months] assuming a birthday of around September of '67

the youngest Eddie could be is about [19yrs + 7 months] assuming a birthday around August of '66

the oldest Eddie could be is about [20yrs + 6 months] assuming a birthday in September of '65

even in the 'worst case scenario' where eddie is the oldest he could be and chrissy is the youngest she could be, eddie is 20 and chrissy almost 18

if you go with the opposite, with chrissy being as old as possible and eddie as young as possible, then eddie is almost 20 and chrissy is over 18

the other combinations average out to a 2 year age gap, which for the record, for high schoolers is still incredibly common. again, this is a stupid argument, but i can be spitefully pedantic sometimes and i enjoy having all the possible information i can before i talk shit

and i love to talk shit. so i went to go get the data myself

anyway grace van dien once said that she thinks chrissy is a pisces and i trust her so assuming that's true then chrissy was born sometime between mid february to mid march of '66, meaning chrissy would haven just turned 18 as s4 began, while eddie is still in the 19 to 20 range depending on when you place his birthday

but all of this seems ridiculous when you realize that based on what school year they're in during s4, chrissy was a sophomore the first time eddie was a senior. so like. everything else is just being pedantic for the sake of finding smth to be mad about

either way i rest my case this is a dumb argument to use against the ship, hellcheer haters get bent just say you don't ship it and go

#hellcheers i have never gone to bat so hard for a straight ship in my life #theyre so cute together and haters picked THE stupidest thing to argue against it #when i tell u i have seen actual ppl on twitter try and say chrissy is 16 and eddie is 21 or smth 💀💀#like. where are u receiving this information. where tf did that come from.#hellcheer #how tf do i tag this. thank god this isnt twitter lol #chrissy cunnigham is not out here getting 'groomed' by eddie wtf abuse is not 100% contingent on age gaps its about power dynamics +#+ patterns of behvaior and if you calculate what school year they'd each be in during a given year #chrissy was a sophmore when eddie failed his first senior year #i cannot stress how normal that is. i have know seniors that dated sophmores. that are married now. its a 2 to 3 year gap. cmon.#eddie munson my beloved. you do not deserve this.#chrissy cunningham mi amor you definitely do not deserve this #if anyone wants the actual fuckin chart i made to figure this out feel free to ask and i'll drop it lol #i got pics of me trying to Do Math #like if u dont ship it bc you hc eddie as gay and chrissy as a comphet lesbian and you think they'd be wlw mlm besties then just say that #if you just dont see the chemistry like. alright. just say that.#why ppl inventing the wildest reasons to justify not liking a ship asjkdllg

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joansblondells · 2 years

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having thoughts. millions of them. cant stop thinking lately about the GREASE coding of chrissy cunningham and how intentional it all feels… netflix tweeting about sandy as chrissy’s hair inspiration !! the good girl cheerleader of it all !!

local girl actually on the verge of collapse thinking about eddie as the logical counterpart to chrissy’s sandy… you don’t give an 80s gal those sweet little 50s bangs and a bad boy gone soft to play off without invoking the cinematic spirit of sandy and danny, do not play with me duffer bros !! I am nothing if not cineliterate !!

beyond aesthetics, also cant stop thinking about danny zuko as a vulnerable softie around sandy + the biggest posturing asshole around his friends. translating that over to eddie.. obviously he’s not danny levels of cruel but.. how much of a contrast there is between his big masquerade of a cafeteria performance vs the way he strives to put chrissy at ease and his emotional availability in the woods… bitch hello !!!!

never understand the mad obsession with ensuring things are canon when it comes to ships I mean.. we are quite literally mashing blorbos together and making them kiss for funsies like barbie dolls BUT do feel slightly like I will die on the hill of eddie and chrissy as deliberate allusions to sandy/danny by the show.. if not in a vaguely romantic way then even just in a fun, throwaway visual sense

begging some gorgeous creatively inclined individuals to gifset / draw / write WHATEVER the hellcheer potential of sandy/danny before I actually keel over.. the prom.. the gym outfits.. the drive in.. the cheerleader bonfire… the possibilities are disgustingly endless. have to stop here before I die. IS THIS ANYTHING TO YOU PEOPLE ?!?!

#bitches (me) love grease 1978 and feel the urge to make that everyone else’s problem #not lying I really don’t give a toss about what’s canon / what’s intentional .. fiction is really whatever you make it doll #all that being said . don’t give me this little aesthetic archetype pairing with their own musical theme and tell me not to infer romance #media tropes and cliches are something that can actually be so personal #the teasing jason vibe of that gif oh god I’m nauseous I’m on my knees I'm howling in the streets #hellcheer #eddissy #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #grease 1978 #rip chrissy god I know you would’ve vaguely despised the message of grease but adored being bad girl sandy for halloween 💔#rip eddie I know you would’ve been so idignant at being compared to a GREASER but gone along with it for chrissy’s sake #when i say cheerleader bonfire I mean I have no recollection at all what that scene is but its night and sandy's in cheerleader garb . pls #so lucky for you all that I have no artistic skills or else I would’ve had eddie in a pink shirt suit combo fucking.. months ago #💘#op

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a-strange-inkling · 1 year

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ooooh 86 for the spotify writing thingy

Sorry this is so late!

Since it’s the Van Ride SongTM I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to plug in a snippet of the van scene from my Old Haunts prequel: The Vanishing of Chrissy Cunningham

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Their eyes meet, and it’s like it was before back in the woods, hell back in Middle School. There’s something there, something he doesn’t even fully understand, but can’t ignore. Eyes lingering a little too long, he hits a pothole, sending them both up in the air and down hard.

The cassettes piled on the dashboard go flying all over, three or four landing on her lap.

“Shit, sorry!” he exclaims, steadying the wheel. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” she assures him, collecting the scattered tapes.

“Just leave ’em.” he tells her. “I shouldn’t have this many floating around in here.”

“I don’t want you to lose any of them.” she replies, gathering what she can reach.

He spares a quick glance to see her bent over in her seat trying to grab the ones at her feet. He smiles to himself, shaking his head slowly in disbelief, tongue tucking between his teeth.

He doesn’t know how someone can be so fucking sweet, he really doesn’t.

“Okay, just uh, I guess put them in this like middle compartment…thing.” he takes a hand from the steering wheel, keeping his eyes on the road this time, and pops open the lid.”

“Wow!” she gasps, eyes widening, feigning amazement as she looks up at him. “It’s like it was designed to hold stuff like this!”

He snickers at her teasing, rubbing a bashful hand slowly over his face. “Okay, alright, easy. Jesus.”

You’re screwed, Munson. he tells himself again as he bites the corner of his lower lip. You’re so fucking screwed.

She doesn’t just toss them in, no, she stacks them neatly, like little books on a shelf, title side up.

She looks each one over curiously before she puts them in. “Can we play one?”

“Oh, hell yeah, pop one in!” he grins at the idea. “Whatever you want.”

“Which one’s your favorite?” she asks.

“Oh no, no!” he nearly shouts. “Don’t do that to me.”

“What?” she asks, startled.

“I have been on my best behavior, Chrissy Cunningham, and you ask me something like that!?”

“It’s just a question!” she exclaims, her voice the highest volume he’s ever heard it.

“Chrissy, it’s like asking me to choose a favorite child!” he admonishes.

“So you don’t even have a favorite song?”

“Are you kidding me!?” he asks, voice cracking in mirthful disbelief. “Do you?”

“I…”

“C’mon, if it’s so easy, what’s your favorite song, Chrissy?”

She lets out a breathy, incredulous laugh, her mouth hanging open without an answer.

“See? See!?” he tells her.

“That’s not fair!” she exclaims.

“Oh, it’s so fair!” he replies, making a face.

“No, no, because I do have a favorite song, but I can’t tell you what it is.”

“What!? Why not?”

“Because you’re going to make fun of me.” she whines, leaning back in her seat.

He gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “I would never.”

Her whole face scrunches up in disbelief.

“Okay, c’mon, just tell me what it is, it can’t be that bad.” he says, trying to sober up.

“No, I’m not telling you.” she shakes her head laughing.

“C’mon, Chrissy!”

She just shakes her head all the faster, pursing her lips as if to lock it up inside.

“Chrissy.”

“You have to promise me you won’t judge me!”

“Sure, fine, I promise I won’t judge.”

“Swear it.”

He puts three fingers up in the air with a roll of his eyes. “Scouts honor.”

She mumbles something under her breath and he cranes his ears, but she couldn’t have said what he thought she said.

“I’m sorry?”

She says it again through her teeth, but it’s unmistakable this time.

“Cyndi Lauper!?” he says in disbelief.

“You said you wouldn’t…!”

“Cyndi Lauper!?”

#pretty sure i posted the whole scene a while back but it’s gone through some changes through editing #this is for all my readers who may have missed it #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #my fanfiction #ask game #ask answered

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hellshee · 2 years

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god the discourse on edssy is tiring i just wanna see cute headcanons and edits and gifsets im not even remotely interested in how those who don’t ship them feel about it

#hellshee.txt #edssy #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #be quiet and be gone

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imsodishy · 2 years

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absolutely nothing about Eddie and Chrissy's shared screen time in the show indicated that he bore her any ill will, at all. Their surface level interactions were pleasant, and they were both being friendly. The filmmaking language around it did nothing to contradict that impression, there were no lingering creepy shots, no uncomfortable or disorienting camera angles, and no scary music stings. Nothing to lead the viewer to think there was something nefarious going on that we knew but the characters didn't.

People saying that they think Eddie was going to hurt her somehow has nothing to do with what was actually, textually or subtextually, put on the screen. It smacks of 'I don't like this thing so I better come up with a reason that it's problematic so I can tell people it's objectively wrong!'

It also, pretty ironically, follows the satanic panic storyline of the show. People are acting like he really did murder her for no reason other than they just don't like him.

#eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #in real life is it a risky decision to follow a drug dealer you barely know back to his home? you bet your ass it is #and in a different story it coulda gone different for sure. but im THIS story it would have been fine if not for... you know. Vecna #stranger things

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renbenreybey · 2 years

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Eddissy Parallel/Connection:

In the beginning of the season Eddie says:

“It’s forced conforming. That’s what’s killing the kids.”

And he's not wrong, not at all.

Chrissy, “the Queen of Hawkins High”, is suffering because of forced conformity. The need to be perfect and fit the role society has decided for her. It’s wearing her down. We see this with the visions Vecna presents to her.

Chrissy’s suffering because of forced conformity is why Vecna chooses her as his first victim. It literally kills her.

Eddie wants to protect those who cannot protect themselves, and all he can do is watch as Chrissy dies, and it all comes back to forced conformity. Something Eddie despises.

No wonder he dedicated it all to her in the end.

#eddissy #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #many thoughts head full #they were meant to be #star crossed lovers #theyre both dead and gone and it hurts #stranger things #stranger things s4

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twpsyn-who · 2 years

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Idk if there's any fanfiction with the idea (if is pls let me know 🙏🏻) but imagine Jason being an actual good boyfriend (idk if he's a shitty boyfriend in the show but yk what I mean) and knows about Chrissy's problem and goes with her when she plans on meeting Eddie to buy drugs.

And they all 3 go to his trailer and Chrissy gets possessed and they both panic with Eddie doing the same thing as in the show and Jason calling for his girlfriend to get back to them. And they are both idiots and scared and just watched Chrissy die so they both run after it happens.

Fast forward to Eddie's hiding place, the metalhead is loosing his shit and asking what they should do now and what the fuck was that and omg Chrissy died in his trailer people will think he killed her what the fuck. Meanwhile Jason is also loosing his shit because what the heck happened to his girlfriend was it you Munson did you do that?! And Eddie of course says that he didn't he has no clue what happened to Chrissy and Jason... he looks at Eddie, sees how wild with fear and grieve his eyes look and, well, believes him. He looked exactly how Jason was feeling in that moment : helpless.

So they come with this plan : Eddie lays low while Jason goes to his trailer and gets some things for them. Maybe find out what's going, if anyone blames Eddie for it. Initially he wanted to go straight for the police, but Eddie was right- no one was gonna believe that Chrissy suddenly died in his house. Not when Eddie was included and the town was only waiting for something to happen so they could blame him and get rid of his freaky ass. So he goes to the trailer and finds out the police was already called and they do think Eddie did it. He meets with Wayne and explains the situation because that man deserves to know ok and Wayne 100% believes him and Jason nearly starts crying cuz is probably the first time an adult took his side in something- anyway they sneak a bag of things for Eddie and when Jason returns he finds Eddie holding that broken bottle to Steve's neck :)

#i didn't watch the show but I have nothing against Jason #could he have gone about things differently? yeah I mean hunting Eddie was too much #but he was grieving after his girlfriend. she probably meant the world to him if he went as far as to kill to avenge her death #ok this might have also been a good excuse to kill a person but yk 🤷‍♂️#also didn't the actor that played Jason said that if the whole lake bullshit hasn't happened he would have believed Eddie????#i actually can't remember where I heard that but I stand by my headcanon that if Jason actually looked at Eddie and saw how afraid and in #pain was he would have believed he didn't do it #stranger things eddie #eddie munson #stranger things jason #stranger things chrissy #chrissy cunningham #i'm not excusing his actions btw. just trying to see things from his side and I'm like yk boy valid

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