#ily chrissy

[furcoveredinblood]

happiest of birthdays to Chris Fehn!!!

the big five-o <3

[skeletordraws]

"i didn't run away this time"

[stevethehairington]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @stevecarrington!!!!! I HOPE TODAY IS UNBELIEVEABLE!! i'm so glad this fandom has brought us together, you're such a wonderful friend and im very lucky to know you!! i know how much you love steddie AND ted lasso so i whipped up a little steddie lasso for you, i hope you enjoy 💕💕

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Eddie is not quite sure how he got here.

One day he was sprawling across his ornately carved DM throne, gleefully ruining the lives of those brave enough to sit at his table and dip their toes into his particular brand of tabletop roleplay chaos, and the next he was packing up his life and getting on a bus heading west, back to god damn Hawkins, Indiana — the hometown he swore he'd never come back to all to coach soccer.

Yeah. That's right. Soccer.

The thing is — he's never been a sportsball kind of guy. Not baseball, not basketball, not football. Certainly not soccer. Outside of ogling the players for their tight little shorts and their calf-hugging socks, of course. The only reason he knows even the slightest brush of the basics — and even then, it's a strech to say he knows it — is because Wayne is a sportsball guy.

But apparently that incredibly bare quasi-knowledge of it was good enough for Chrissy — Eddie's best friend extraordinaire and prominent figure in the sports world (truth be told, Eddie really couldn't tell you what her actual position was — all he knew was that she did everything and was everywhere. Seriously, it was insane how many connections she had in the world of professional organized sports.) — because when she heard the words "looking for strong leadership" and "to build comraderie" and especially "with a creative, outside of the box approach" when the league announced that they were looking for a new head coach, she had immediately submitted Eddie's name. Without even consulting him on it. Without even telling him in the first place.

It was a true testament to just how desperate the club was that they had actually chosen him.

Getting that call had boggled his damn mind.

Still does, if he's being honest.

And now here he is, fresh off the bus and standing in front of Nancy goddamn Wheeler — the tiny, but incredibly intimidating owner of the whole goddamn team.

"Eddie, welcome," Nancy says, flashing him a perfectly pleasant smile that still somehow makes him feel like prey. "It's great to meet you."

She holds out her hand, and Eddie quickly wipes his palm against his jeans before accepting it. Her handshake is firm — she's not fucking around.

"It's lovely to meet you too, ma'am," Eddie replies, with his politest midwestern manners.

Nancy's lips press together, turning down at the corners, and for a brief moment Eddie thinks he's somehow managed to fuck this up already. Could you get fired for sweaty hands? Was that legal?

But then a small laugh slips from those lips and Nancy says, "Just Nancy. Ma'am makes me feel like I'm seventy-five and belong in the bingo hall."

Eddie can't help the bleat of laughter that bubbles out, probably a little too enthusiastic. "Hey, the bingo hall's a riot," he says.

That gets Nancy to chuckle again before she clears her throat and smooths down the lapels of her blazer. "Well, thank you so much for taking on this position, we're really grateful to have you here, and we look forward to seeing what you can do for us," she says, and she sounds genuine about it, which puts Eddie a little more at ease. Nancy barrels on, "I'm sure Chrissy had briefed you about speaking with the press?" She asks, but she doesn't give him a chance to answer. "You'll just be sitting down with some journalists and answering any questions they may have — and I'm sure they'll have plenty."

Eddie lets out another nervous titter. Yeah, he's sure too. "Sure," he says. "Um, and that's... tomorrow? Later this week?"

Nancy makes a face, a sort of half grimace, half sympathetic thing.

Eddie's stomach turns.

"Actually," Nancy starts, eyes flickering towards the door behind Eddie, "it's right now."

Shit.

"Did— did Chrissy not let you know that?" She asks, chewing on her lip.

"No, no!" Eddie is quick to reply. "She did, I'm sure she did, I just— probably wasn't listening. It's kind of been a... crazy fucking day—" his eyes go wide, "— I mean—"

Nancy laughs. "You can say that a-fucking-gain," she agrees, and Eddie's shoulders relax from where they'd tensed up to his ears.

"Well, I'm sorry to just throw you to the wolves like this, but we can't really call it off now," Nancy continues, giving him an apologetic look.

Eddie glances towards the door too and nods. Rolls back his shoulders and straightens his spine. Let's himself slip into his DM persona — the guy that can handle every punch that's thrown his way, no problem.

"No, it's fine. I got this," he says, nodding again.

Nancy smiles and leads him towards the door. "Whenever you're ready," she tells him.

Eddie takes a deep breath, steels himself, and turns the handle.

Immediately he is bombarded by flashing cameras and an increase in volume as dozens of eyes all pinprick right onto him.

He's got this. They're just people. He's good with people.

Eddie climbs the two steps leading up to the staging area and swaggers to his place behind the desk, dropping himself into the seat. He reaches out to tap the microphone, which emits a sharp whine that shuts the crowd up.

He stifles his grin and leans into the mic, "Let's start this thing, shall we?" He pauses, scans the audience, quirks a brow. "Questions?"

Almost every single hand shoots straight up.

Yep. Should've seen that coming.

"Okay, okay, you know what? Let's just—" he motions for everyone to put their hands down, "— yeah, there we go. Great. Thanks. Right. I'm sure a lot of you have some of the same questions, so why don't I start by clearing a few things up first."

He wriggles in his seat, getting comfortable. "Yes, the rumors are true. No, I have not coached soccer before. Haven't coached anything before, actually. Hell, I'm probably the least qualified guy they could have hired for the spot," he laughs, and a murmur goes through the crowd. "I don't really know the first thing about soccer, but what I do know is that this team, the Hawkins Demodogs FC, these ferocious warriors of sport— they're going to get out on that field and they're— they're gonna put all of their intelligence and wisdom and strength into it," he says firmly, falling back on his trusty DnD knowledge. Game of sports can't be that different from a campaign, right? "They're gonna put their constitution to good use and fall back on their dexterity and they're going to defeat their enemies — I'll make sure of it."

Glasses guy in the second rows eyebrows lift, almost like he recognizes the terminology.

"Now," Eddie says, clapping his hands together. "I'll take one question from the masses. Make it a good one."

The hands shoot back up again, but the only one Eddie notices is the one belonging to glasses guy. It raises it a beat after the rest, lifts his hand into the air relaxed, easy, like he doesn't actually care.

It intrigues Eddie. He intrigues Eddie.

"You, in the second row," Eddie says, pointing right at the man.

A slow smile spreads across his face as he rises to his feet, clicks his pen, pushes up his glasses again.

"I like your glasses," Eddie comments, unable to help himself.

The guy's smile twists at the corners. "Thank you," he says, and his voice is smooth, rich, like honey. Eddie kind of wants to bathe in it.

His stomach swoops. "And you are?"

"Steve Harrington, the Indypendent," he says.

Eddie leans forward on his elbows, lets his smile turn a little flirty. "What's your question, Steve Harrington from the Indypendent?" He asks, stretching out Steve's name, loving the way it tastes in his mouth.

"Yeah, I've just got one question for you," he says. He fixes a narrowed, nettled look on Eddie, cocks a hip, and says, in a perfectly, deliciously, bitchy tone, "is this a fucking joke?"

Oh, he's going to be a fun one.

[eunjiswife]

Grace Van Dien as Chrissy Cunningham in Stranger Things S04E01: The Hellfire Club #cinammonroll

[munson-mjstan]

Changed my name!

Chrissymjstan -> munson-mjstan

Tagging my moots to boost

@xxhellfirebunnyxx @chrrymunson @mmunson86 @electricmunson @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @reidsbtch @onegirlmanytales @oneforthemunny @hellfire--cult @munson-blurbs @eiightysixbaby @lokis-army-77 @eddiesdruid @pinkrelish @blueywrites

This was all I could think of! Fellow moots please reblog! 🫶🏽❤️💗💕💖❤️‍🔥💕🩷

[eddie86baby]

Head empty, just Eddie Munson’s smile

[bigdumbbambieyes]

big fan of the ‘he gives his necklace to his love’ trope that is in both Harringrove and Hellcheer ships

[gardenerian]

Mel when Ian can't fall asleep, and he's in one of his silly moods, what questions do you think he asks Mickey when he inevitably wakes him up to suffer with him? Here's how I see one possible conversion:

'Mickey? Mick you awake? Mick?' - 'I am now asshole. Whadya want? Why you ain't asleep?' - 'Dunno. Can't fall asleep. Hey? What day of the week do I remind you of?' - 'Ian. What the fuck? Can I please go to sleep?'

THIS IS SO FUNNY i love you more than anything in this whole entire world okaaaaay let's go:

if we got a pet hamster, what would you wanna name it? and what color would its little plastic ball be?

how many chickens would take to bring down an elephant?

what do you think the sexiest name is and why wouldn't you just say it's mine?

do whales know how big they are?

do you think robots will ever take over the world and also do you think they'd spare me?

if we added up all the hours we've spent fucking, how many days do you think it would it be?

which of my siblings could beat you in a fight? (it's fiona)

do you think any of the dinosaurs had hair?

where did you hide my red shoes?

[stevethemomharrington]

JOSEPH QUINN as EDDIE MUNSON

in STRANGER THINGS 4 (2022)

[furcoveredinblood]

almost forgot about shirtless Chris

[eddiebillysteve]

that being said this is a very pro grace and chrissy blog because she seems like a pure ray of sunshine and i love her and i seriously don’t understand how anyone could hate her 🥺

[heartbreak-sandwich]

man, titles are hard, even if there's no fic attached to it yet lmao how about uh, California Dreamin'?

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it❤️‍🔥

Okay. I have been thinking so hard on this, and the one in my head right now is a slow burn fluffy fic where Chrissy takes a family vacation to California and meets Argyle who delivers her pizza, and he is totally smitten and speechless. Then they become pen pals, and eventually Chrissy goes to UCLA as a cheerleader, and Argyle drives out to meet her for a party, and she falls for him because he's incredibly sweet and absolutely worships her. ✨ Idk, I think they would be such a cute combo. 🥰

[ghost-proofbaby]

ARE YOU TELLING ME I COULD HAVE MET YOU AND NOT KNOWN IT WAS YOU? FUCK RIGHT OFF NO WAY

maybe!!! idk i stuck to my little group very vehemently lol i'm genuinely just a very nervous and anxious babe

[eunjiswife]

Just wanted to show some love to Grace’s performance as Chrissy! To be able to have so many people sympathize with a character with just a few scenes from 1 episode really goes to show what a standout performance she gave. I noticed while making gifs yesterday that in these 2 scenes, it’s so subtle but the little shifts in her expression are so important for the character. In the first, (in front of the whole school) she’s trying to be the perfect girl but you can clearly tell the smile doesn’t really reach her eyes, she looks almost a little bit in pain. In the second she’s genuinely smiling and having such a good time talking to Eddie; but once the conversation comes back to drugs you can see the light kind of go out of her eyes. The inner turmoil that Chrissy was going through was portrayed so beautifully and made her all the more endearing to me. Which is why is breaks my heart that she never got to go seek out her happiness 🥺

Anyway, Grace you were phenomenal as Chrissy - thank you for coming to my TED talk/English class essay! 

@quirly

[luvrsbian]

in this house we love chrissy cunningham and grace van dien!!!

[bisexualspidermansblog]

the sapphic senate is probably the best thing i've come across on this app.