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sinclairstarz · 2 months

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for the cinephile byler truthers. i made the party’s modern au letterboxd accounts

in my head mike wheeler is the film bro cinephile of the party. hes a big brad pitt fan and fincher is his favorite director if you even care.. dirty dancing would be in his top 4 if he was honest. he went to see dune cause hes a scifi nerd, ended up hating it so much and complained about it to will but still gave it 2 stars cause it was pretty. did leave a very mean review. very critical rater but mostly leaves high ratings because he just doesn’t watch things he doesnt wanna see.

alternative movies i considered putting: pulp fiction (5 stars), the killer (1 star), se7en (5 stars), across the spiderverse (5 stars), nope (5 stars) , the batman 2022 (4 stars), once upon a time in hollywood (5 stars), inglorious basterds (5 stars), the matrix (half a star)

the thing is so good and he has a poster of it on his wall in canon so it felt right. it just feels wrong not to do ghostbusters (plus its one of my favorite movies…) and yall need to hear me out on brokeback 😭😭😭 ur telling me he wouldnt bawl his eyes out??? ur wrong. will byers is a jake gyllenhaal lover. he watches dirty dancing a lot for mike, and loves ghibli movies a lot. he cried during rain man. honest rater but doesnt take it too seriously, mostly 4/5 star ratings

alternatives: saltburn (half a star), asteroid city (5 stars), blackkklansman (5 stars), the force awakens (3.5 stars), the perks of being a wallflower (4.5 stars), back to the future (5 stars)

rogue one because lucas has taste. its the best star wars movie, if u care. he would love how fun and goofy ghostbusters 2 is. in my head Wes Anderson is like the party’s claimed director and they all watch his movies together and do marathons because the weirdness, comedy, and emotional commentary is a perfect mix for them. so. bottle rocket. lucas’ favorite wes anderson is the grand budapest hotel if u wanted to know. he rates things pretty highly and isn’t super critical.

alternatives: dodgeball (5 stars), scream 5 (4 stars), the matrix (3 stars), good will hunting (5 stars), jurassic park (5 stars), die hard (5 stars),

likes making lucas watch gone girl on valentines day and telling him shes gonna do that to him next time he annoys her. v for vendetta is her favorite romance movie and shes a big marvel fan (in a cool way. kind of .) but thor ragnarok is probably one of her fav marvels, along with spiderman far from home and iron man. i just know she watches Casino Royale and decided she hated James Bond and then ended up watching all the Daniel Craig Bonds with Mike and loved Skyfall so much. the song is on her playlist and she did cry after No Time To Die.

Alternatives: Superbad (5 stars), baby driver (5 stars), bottoms (5 stars), 10 things i hate about you (3.5 stars), scream (5 stars), kill bill (5 stars), lord of the rings: the return of the king (1.5 stars)

also a bit of a film nerd. i considered giving him a star wars and i know in my heart he’d probably have empire somewhere in his top 4. but star wars is lame and i wanted to give him se7en so he fucking gets se7en. he knows john wick is objectively dumb but he doesnt care hes just here for a good time. the party probably watched saltburn together and all fucking hated it. I just know hes a kurosawa nerd and always goes when the local theatres do very rare special showings of his movies.

alternatives: baby driver (4 stars), the ewok adventure (5 stars) hot fuzz (5 stars) harry potter and the sorcerers stone (4 stars) legally blonde (5 stars) spirited away (5 stars) dazed and confused (5 stars)

she likes movies that make her feel all warm and fuzzy and hopeful. i wanted to give her breakfast club, but i think she’d honestly like sixteen candles more (even though breakfast club’s better). she cried at almost every movie in her top 4 and makes max rewatch juno with her like once a month. she gives most movies 5 stars unless she really hates them, and loves any movie thats fun to watch, even if its bad. she likes movies with pretty girls and fun colors.

alternatives: barbie (5 stars), legally blonde (5 stars), inception (2 stars), heathers (5 stars) pretty in pink (4.5 stars (she was mad andi didn’t end up with ducky)) my neighbor totoro (5 stars)

in conclusion if you haven’t seen They Cloned Tyron (2023) go watch it it deserved the oscar

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coolranch-chrisevans · 2 years

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Eddie Munson Goes Viral

Eddie Munson had gone viral.

And not in a fun way he could brag about, like Corroded Coffin finally getting their big break or one of his D&D campaigns reaching Critical Role–level attention.

No, Eddie had gone viral because of Chrissy Fucking Cunningham.

Don’t get Eddie wrong; he liked Chrissy, really. He’d even had a little baby crush on her once upon a time, before he realized boys were probably more his thing in the long-run. And despite being in drastically different social circles, they still hung out every couple of months, when Chrissy wanted to get high and talk shit about the cheerleaders and jocks she spent most of her time with.

That’s exactly what they had been doing when The Incident occurred: smoking in Eddie’s trailer and making fun of Jason Carver.

“The squad and I had been practicing that dance for hours, and he just kicked us out of the gym before we could even finish recording the video!”

“Why are you even with that clown?” Eddie asked, taking another hit of the joint they had been passing back and forth.

Chrissy sighed and shrugged. “Because not all of us have the confidence to not give a fuck what’s expected of us,” she finally answered, not unkindly. “I just wish we had gotten to finish the video, you know? That dance is trending everywhere right now, and I think we could have gotten some serious likes with the whole squad doing it.”

“Why don’t you just post it on your own?” Eddie asked.

“It won’t be the same!”

“Come on, Chrissy,” Eddie said with that grin—the one he knew fluttered the heartstrings of anyone he shot it at. “Show me the dance, won’t you?”

Chrissy protested for a minute, but she was relaxed and loose—she must have taken something else before she got to Eddie’s trailer, because his stash wasn’t that good—and Eddie knew she really did want to show him the dance. She had a pipe dream of becoming a “content creator” just like every other hot teenager at Hawkins High. And doing her dumb little TikTok dance in Eddie “The Freak” Munson’s living room had viral potential.

(Oh poor, Eddie. Hindsight is a bitch.)

“Fine, fine!” Chrissy finally shouted with a giggle. “Go get your guitar? You can accompany me!”

Eddie chuckled and pulled himself to his feet, stubbing the joint out in the nearest ashtray before heading back to his bedroom. He heard Chrissy setting up her ring light in the front of the trailer—because of course she carried a ring light with her—while he grabbed his guitar and poked around his cramped bedroom for a spare pick.

“All right, Chrissy,” Eddie said as he strode back into the living room. “Show me this…”

But Eddie didn’t get a chance to finish his thought, because something was wrong with Chrissy. She had gotten her camera set up near the door, and it was pointing straight to where she was standing stock-still in the center of the room. Her limbs and neck were stretched taut, giving the illusion that she was being drawn into the air. Her eyes were wide and practically rolled back into her head, the whites nearly all Eddie could see.

“Chrissy…” Eddie said softly, wondering, praying that this was somehow part of the dance. A spin on “Thriller” or something. But he’d known Chrissy a long time, and she wasn’t that good of an actress. “Hey, hello, Chrissy?”

Eddie stood right in front of her, waving and clapping his hands in front of her blank eyes. Nothing.

“Hey Chrissy, time to wake up. Can you hear me?”

Eddie took a shallow breath, willing himself not to panic.

“Chrissy, wake up!” Eddie shouted, his voice strangled. “I don’t like this, Chrissy! Wake up!”

Eddie threaded his hands into his long curls and tugged, eyes flicking across the room, as if the answer of what to do was going to be sitting in the middle of Uncle Wayne’s mug collection.

It was like time was standing still and they were in some kind of trance. Eddie could see exactly what would happen if Chrissy died right now, almost as if he were watching it play out on screen. Chrissy, Hawkins’ perkiest blonde cheerleader, winds up dead in the local super-senior drug dealer’s trailer. No one would believe him when he said all they did was smoke a joint. Everyone would think he did this—killed Chrissy. A mob led by Jason Carver would come crashing into the trailer park, hellbent on Eddie’s demise. Eddie’s life would be over before he even got to graduate high school.

Eddie took a deep breath, put his hands on Chrissy’s shoulders, and shook. “CHRISSY, WAKE UP!”

She gasped.

Chrissy took a deep, shuddering breath, and collapsed into Eddie’s arms, her eyes their normal blue again, but bloodshot and watery now.

“Eddie?”

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart, what did you take?”

Eddie helped Chrissy down from her bad trip—she refused to let him call an ambulance; she must have known what it would look like, too. He cautioned her about mixing drugs and made her drink about a gallon of water, and finally allowed her to leave when her pupils were a normal size again.

Eddie went to bed that night, still shaking, but relieved that he could put the traumatic incident behind him.

He was wrong.

That weekend, Eddie was scrolling online when he suddenly heard his own voice emanating from the tiny speakers. He scrolled back to the video that had autoplayed and nearly dropped his phone when he saw it. The video showed Chrissy’s bad trip in his living room, Eddie screaming and shaking her, and Chrissy finally slumping into his arms. Eddie had completely forgotten her phone had been recording the whole time, rolling and ready for her TikTok dance.

Only in this version of the video, someone had autotuned his screams into a macabre little song. His panicked clapping, intended to break Chrissy out of her drug-induced trance, became a backbeat and his shouts the chorus. If Eddie hadn’t remembered how fucking terrified he’d been, it might have been halfway catchy.

When Eddie saw how many views the video had, he almost dropped his phone again. Close to one million and counting—and it was posted by none other than Chrissy Cunningham.

“Chrissy, what the ACTUAL fuck?” Eddie said Monday morning, slamming his hand against her locker door, rings clanging, metal on metal.

“Eddie, Jesus, you scared me,” Chrissy said with a nervous chuckle.

“Chrissy,” Eddie said softly. “Why the hell am I a trending sound on fucking TikTok?”

“I’m sorry, okay!” Chrissy cried, pulling Eddie into the stairwell. God forbid someone see them talking in public. It’s not like Chrissy posted a viral video of them hanging out or anything. “I was still kind of freaked out when I got home, and then I saw the video, and, I don’t know, I thought it was sweet, how you tried to help me. And I thought maybe if I posted it, people would see you aren’t as scary as you seem. That you’re not a freak; you’re just a nice guy.”

Eddie bit the inside of his cheek. “I like being the freak.”

Chrissy rolled her eyes and continued. “Anyway, my brother was walking by my room and he heard the video, and he thought it sounded kind of cool. And he’s studying music in college, so he copied it and made the little autotuned version, and, I don’t know. I thought it was fun. And it made the whole thing seem not so scary, you know? I didn’t realize it would go viral, but isn’t it kind of cool?”

Eddie crossed his arms across his chest, the leather of his jacket creaking ominously. “No, Chrissy, it’s not ‘cool.’ It was fucking terrifying and now I gotta hear it every time I open my phone. My dad emailed me from prison to tell me he’d seen it. He didn’t even email me on my birthday.”

Chrissy’s eyes fell to her sneakered feet, pink creeping up her neck. “I’m sorry, Eddie. I—I didn’t think about it from your perspective.”

“Can you just take it down?”

Chrissy’s eyes shot back up. “Oh, definitely not.”

Eddie blinked. “What?”

“Do you know how many followers I’ve gotten in the last two days? How many people have made their own edits and versions of the video? One of the girls on the squad is already choreographing a new cheer to the song for Friday’s game.”

Eddie was speechless, standing in the stairwell gaping like a fish.

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask you first, but this video has been kind of awesome for me, so no, Eddie. I won’t delete it. But let me know if you want to do a duet or anything. We could recreate it—imagine the views!”

Chrissy quickly turned around, walking down the hallway with a bounce in her step. Eddie sunk to the floor.

Eddie spent the next two weeks impatiently waiting for some new viral video to shove “Chrissy, Wake Up!” back into the recesses of the internet where it belonged. A heartwarming sports moment, a new Beyoncé song, a cat snuggling a bear, a kid waxing poetic about fucking corn—Eddie would have taken anything. But his autotuned hellhole could not be escaped.

Every day, there was a new variation, with Eddie’s screams edited into another song or overlapping another unexpected video. Chrissy was fully embracing her fifteen minutes of internet fame (she’d been pissed when Eddie had refused to do a live Q&A with her), and Eddie had all but stopped going to school. If he had to pass one more kid humming the song in the hallways or shouting his own words back at him in the cafeteria, he was absolutely going to lose it.

Which is how Eddie ended up at the local Family Video on a random Monday afternoon, figuring if he couldn’t use the internet, at least he could go old school and watch a DVD or something.

The bell jingled as Eddie opened the door and he looked up only to lock eyes with—

“Steve Harrington?”

“Munson? What the hell are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” Eddie sidled up to the counter where Steve was scanning in returns. He dropped his chin into his hands and grinned up at “King Steve.” He was delighted to see a blush creep into Steve’s cheeks.

(Yeah, that baby crush on Chrissy had evaporated the second Eddie spotted Steve Harrington in the Hawkins Middle School hallway as a youth. Sue him; the guy was hot.)

“I work here. That’s typically what folks do when they graduate—they get jobs.”

“Ah, you see, that explains my confusion. Haven’t quite jumped that hurdle yet! But don’t worry; I think this is going to be my year.” Eddie winked and Steve dropped the DVD case he was holding.

“Anyway,” Eddie continued, once Steve had picked up the movie and returned to his scanning, “I’m looking for something to fill my time, as I’m off the internet for a while. Any suggestions?”

“Oh yeah, I heard about that video, man. That really sucks.”

Eddie stood up straight. “It does?”

“Yeah, I’m sure that wasn’t a fun experience to go through the first time, and to keep getting bombarded by it all the time? I can’t imagine. I’ve gone through some shit, believe me. The idea of somebody making it a joke? Dick move, seriously.”

Eddie felt as if the world had turned upside down. Sure, Eddie had been fantasizing about Steve Harrington for years. He wondered what his hair felt like, what cologne he used, and if there was room for Eddie’s hands in the back pockets of Steve’s tight-ass jeans. But Steve had honestly been a Grade-A asshole in school. He didn’t always dish out the abuse personally, but he certainly didn’t stop it from happening either. He was captain of the swim team and the basketball team and dated soon-to-be valedictorian Nancy Wheeler for, like, two years. So Eddie had ogled from afar, but he definitely never thought that Steve was capable of empathy, especially not toward him.

And now? Yeah, Eddie was definitely crushing on him.

Realizing that he’d been staring at Steve for far too long, Eddie cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, thanks man. It’s not been the best month, to say the least.”

“Dustin told me Chrissy refused to take the video down, too? Not cool.”

Eddie’s brain short-circuited again. “Wait, Dustin? How do you know Henderson?”

“I’m the little jerk’s babysitter. We practically grew up together; he’s like the little brother I never wanted.” Steve rolled his eyes, but his smile was fond.

It was official: Eddie was a goner.

“I love that kid,” Eddie said softly. Dustin was the first freshman to sign up for Hellfire Club this year, and he’d dragged all his little friends with him. He could be a little shit, sure, but he was loyal to a fault and he reminded Eddie why he spent months writing campaigns and researching monsters. Why he didn’t mind being a third-year senior sometimes, because if he had graduated, he never would have gotten to take the latest group of outcasts under his tattooed, leather-clad wings.

“It’s, uh, kind of slow today,” Steve said, gesturing at the empty video store. “You’re welcome to hang out here for a bit. We can throw on a movie, pretend it’s the 80s and we don’t all have computers in our pockets.” This time Steve was the one grinning, and Eddie swooned.

“Sure, Harrington. That sounds fun.”

And that’s how they spent the day. They bickered over the movie—Steve refused to put on the extended edition of Lord of the Rings, even though it was the only way to watch them. Eddie begged, Steve flushed, and suddenly they were watching Fellowship of the Ring.

The next day went much the same way. But this time, Steve flirted them into watching a movie of his choosing.

By the third day of Eddie loitering at Family Video, Steve and Eddie were practically sharing a chair and steadfastly not talking about it. Until the bell over the door chimed late that afternoon and Robin Buckley stormed in with Dustin Henderson in tow.

“Dingus!” She shouted, and Steve jumped, practically falling out of Eddie’s lap. “You were supposed to be our ride from school. What are you still doing here?”

Steve rushed over to Robin—Eddie completely forgot they were friends—mumbling apologies.

“Eddie?” Dustin spotted him from the doorway and shoved past Robin to get to him. “Where have you been, man? Hellfire has been worried. You haven’t been answering anyone’s texts.”

“I’m taking a social media break, young Padawan,” Eddie said as he stretched. He ruffled Dustin’s hair over his hat, and the kid grinned practically ear to ear. “I’ve been taking the opportunity to educate your dear babysitter here on the importance of Peter Jackson’s original trilogy.”

Dustin’s head shot to Steve. “What the hell, Steve! You NEVER want to watch Lord of the Rings with me! I’ve asked you like a million times!”

“Well, kid, I’m not trying to woo you.”

Now it was Eddie’s turn to whip his head to Steve. Steve smirked when they locked eyes, Robin rolled her eyes, and Eddie did not blush to his ears.

Dustin scoffed. “Oh my god, you two? Gross!” He paused. “Or maybe not. This could actually be really good for me…”

Eddie punched Dustin softly in the shoulder. “Leave the wooing to grown-ups, yeah?”

“Wait, so, Eddie, you’ve been at Family Video all week? Chrissy’s been telling everyone you’re on the run or something,” Robin said. “Which didn’t make a lot of sense, now that I think about it. But you’ve been radio silent and basically dropped off the face of the earth, and you have this whole mysterious bad boy vibe, which apparently works for some people”—she shot Steve a baffled look—“so I guess people bought into it. But whatever, why have you been with Steve? I didn’t even know you knew each other. How long has this been a thing?”

“Breathe, Rob,” Steve said, placing a hand on her arm. “Eddie came in Monday to get a break from the stupid viral video, and we’ve just been…hanging out.” He smiled and Eddie told his heart firmly to cool it.

“Oh! Have you heard the new Taylor Swift version?” Robin asked excitedly before reading the room. “Never mind, it’s not that good.”

“So, it’s still everywhere, huh?” Eddie said with a sigh, slumping back into the chair behind the counter.

“What we really need is a new meme to replace it,” Dustin says. “Rather than a new variation of ‘Chrissy, Wake Up!’”

“I’m open to ideas, kid.” Eddie sighed. “I really don’t want this dumb video to be my legacy, you know? I just want to graduate and move on. Maybe take Corroded Coffin on a tour of the Midwest. Road trip to a music festival with the guy I’m crushing on. Be normal.”

Steve shrugged. “I think we can make that road trip happen either way,” he said casually. Eddie bit back a smile. “But totally on board for dethroning Chrissy. Robin, you still have that white board?”

After hours of brainstorming at the video store, Dustin’s genius plan had been…create a better viral video. Easier said than done, Eddie presumed.

Dustin volunteered himself and the other nerds from Hellfire—along with Lucas’s and Mike’s girlfriends—to come up with something. And that weekend, Dustin posted a short film they wrote and starred in.

Chief Hopper’s daughter, El, played some sort of superhero, alongside Will Byers. There were giant spider monsters, evil scientists, shady government figures, and a bizarrely touching montage to some old Kate Bush song. Eddie had to give it to them—their special effects were pretty convincing. And the fact that these six kids spent their whole weekend trying to help him would probably have made Eddie cry if he dwelled on it for too long.

The video went up, and Eddie, Steve, and Robin wasted hours at Family Video the next week trying not to check their phones. The kids’ movie actually ended up getting some decent traction in Hawkins—the local news even did a segment on the kids—but it wasn’t enough to push “Chrissy, Wake Up!” out of the top slot. Their video petered out after about 100,000 views—and then someone added Eddie’s voice to a clip of Max Mayfield from the video, where she did some sort of stunt with a wire. And suddenly a new wave of remixes flooded the internet.

“Ugh!” Eddie shouted one night while he and Robin were having pizza at Steve’s. “I’m just so sick of this. How am I supposed to escape being Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson if every time I open my phone it’s shoved in my face?”

Steve wiped his hands on a napkin and laid a comforting hand on Eddie’s back, dragging it slowly back-and-forth across his denim vest. “It’s just the internet, Eds. It’ll die out eventually, I promise.”

“But when?” Eddie whined, thumping his head onto the table.

“Maybe you should lean into it,” Robin suggested, reaching for another slice of pizza.

Eddie raised his head slightly. “What do you mean?”

“You’re a musician. I’ve heard you in band, and Steve listens to your Corroded Coffin stuff all the time.”

Eddie looked up to find Steve’s cheeks pink as he scowled at his best friend.

“You been listening to my music, Stevie?” Eddie raised an eyebrow at the man next to him.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve got it bad for you, Munson. Don’t let it go to your head.” Steve nudged Eddie’s shoulder with his own, picked up his ringed hand, and kissed it softly, like Eddie was a Victorian maiden. Eddie thought he might simply pass away.

“I can’t believe you’re in gay love before me. This is disgusting,” Robin scoffed. “Anyway, what I was saying is you should just, like, cover the song or something. Make it your own. Maybe once people see you’re in the on the joke, it won’t be so funny anymore.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. The more he thought about it, the more he loved it.

He leapt from the table, planting a wet kiss on Robin’s cheek on his way to the door. “I love you, Buckley.”

“Hey!” Steve pouted.

Eddie blew Steve his own kiss in return from the doorway. “Rain check, big boy. I’ve got band rehearsal.”

It had been over a month since Chrissy Cunningham had nearly died in Eddie’s trailer, and Eddie was finally ready to get his revenge.

"Hey everybody, I’m Eddie Munson, and we’re Corroded Coffin!”

The crowd cheered. Steve had somehow managed to get the band a gig at a decent-sized bar the next town over. Uncle Wayne was seated at the bar, turned on his stool to face the stage. And Steve was standing right in front of the tiny stage, along with Robin, Nancy Wheeler, and Jonathan Byers. Jonathan was holding a professional-grade camera, and he was ready to capture the whole performance. Dustin had begged Steve to let the kids tag along, too, but seeing as they were fifteen and it was a school night, Steve told him no. They were back in the Wheelers’ basement planning to watch the livestream.

“Some of you lovely people might recognize me—or at least my voice—from a certain viral video that’s been going around lately.”

“Chrissy, wake up!” someone shouted from the crowd, and the room filled with laughter. Steve gave Eddie a tight smile and a nod of encouragement.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s me. But, see, that moment actually kind of sucked. I thought this friend of mine was literally dying in front of me, and I was really fucking scared, you know? And now it’s this meme I can’t get away from.” The room was still and Eddie let out an awkward laugh.

“Way to bring down the mood, Munson,” he joked into his mic, and the tension noticeably lifted. “So, since this song is stuck in everyone’s heads anyway, I thought I might as well play you a superior version—the metal version.”

The crowd cheered again, louder this time, and Eddie looked to his bandmates. The drummer kicked things off, and they played. Eddie shouted the words into his microphone—the same words he’d choked out that night a month ago in his trailer—but now, he wasn’t scared.

Before The Incident, Eddie had his uncle, the guys in Hellfire Club, and a few casual friends he’d get high with, like Chrissy. His life had been small, and that had been fine by him. But now, he had people. Dustin and his party, who spent a whole weekend making a seriously impressive little movie just to try to help him. He had Robin, and Nancy, and Jonathan, who drove an hour on a Wednesday night to watch his metal band perform TikTok songs without him having to ask. And he had Steve.

Beautiful, kind, smart Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington who realized he was a dick in high school and did the work to become a better person. Steve Harrington who spent a large percentage of his free time with a bunch of fifteen-year-olds because he genuinely enjoyed their company. Steve Harrington who watched twelve hours of Lord of the Rings movies without understanding anything that was happening just so he could listen to Eddie tell him about his favorite parts. (Eddie was a little bit in love with Steve Harrington.)

“I don’t like this, Chrissy.

"Jesus H. Christy.

“I don’t like this. Chrissy, wake up!”

Eddie ended the song with a scream and the whole bar roared their approval. Eddie looked down into the cheering crowd and locked eyes with Steve, and Steve was just smiling this big dumb smile that suggested maybe Steve was a little in love with Eddie, too.

Eddie slung his guitar behind his back. He jumped off the stage, grabbed the lapels of Steve’s horrible jacket, and kissed him. Jonathan swung the camera around, capturing the moment, and Eddie realized he and Steve just had their first kiss on a livestream and Dustin was watching. But he also realized that he didn’t care.

If any part of Eddie’s life ended up going viral, he was okay with it being this one.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #fanfic #dustin henderson #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #chrissy wake up #crack fic #i dreamt this whole thing when i was sick and i had to post it before chrissy wake up is fully surpassed by the corn kid on tiktok #posting here because i am not confident enough to post on AO3 #also give me your headcanon modern day favorite movies for steve because i couldn't think of anything #modern day au

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