#chrissy cunningham/eddie munson

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[merelywren]

Maybe Someday.

by : merelywren (mrflannery)

Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson

Summary:

Chrissy gets an unexpected visitor at the Munson trailer.

Work Count: 3426

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It was a Saturday afternoon, and they were dancing on the front lawn.

Music was playing from the radio up on the porch, a compromise of soft classic rock. Wayne sitting in his chair catching up on yesterdays news paper while Eddie and Chrissy were hanging up the laundry to dry, shufflling their feet from side to side, twisting hips and laughing at how uncoordinated they both were. Yet, they didn’t mind. It was easy for them to be silly, to laugh, to poke fun at the other. Eddie grabbing Chrissy’s hand as she reached for another shirt in the laundry hamper, twirling her around once and letting her go in a spin as he caught the shirt that dropped, throwing it carelessly up and onto the line.

Her smile was wide as she shook her head and fixed the shirt to lay it smooth, throwing a kick to his backside and laughing at this failed attempt to dodge her. He was shirtless and wild, his tattoos standing out proud on is untanned skin.

Their feet were bare and staining green from the grass, but it was okay. Here, Chrissy could be careless. She could be shoeless, she could be dirty and unkempt. She could wear her hair in a messy bun on top her head, she could wear the jean shorts that her mother hated, and one of Eddies old band tees and it wouldn’t matter. The Munson trailer was a place she found her freedom in, and the place she called home now.

“Hey kiddo,” Wayne called out to Chrissy. She looked up and he nodded his head behind her, a little frown on his face.

Chrissy looked back at the car that was slowing pulling up to the opposite end of the trailer to them.

“Dad?”

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It was overcast, the chances of rain looking pretty high, the day Chrissy knocked on the Munson trailer door. She quickly wiped the wetness from her cheeks and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind one ear. She tightened her hand around the handle of her suitcase and resettled the strap of her duffle bag higher up on her shoulder. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her heart down.

But it was no use, for the moment that the door opened and she saw Eddie's face, her own began to crumble. She felt another hot tear make it’s way down her cheek and she dropped her chin, willing herself not to break completely.

But he said her name.

That same deep concern that she’s heard from him too many times, always knowing when something wasn’t right, when he could see that she wasn’t okay.

She closed her eyes and her chest heaved with a cry she just couldn’t keep in.

Eddie was there between one second and the next, his arms around her shoulders, hiding her away in his arms and he so quietly soothed her, his fingers from one hand digging into the hair at the back of her neck. Her own fingers went slack and she distantly heard her bags hit the ground at their feet. Her arms went weakly up to his back, her whole body shaking with her sobs. She was shattering, from all the tiny cracks that she had withstood for so many years. One final crack and it was too much.

"Hey, hey, Chrissy, shh, sweatheart. It’s okay, it’s okay,” Eddie was whispering to her, and it felt like a balm to every broken piece of her. The pain was still there, and she knew it would be there for a long time, but just the presence of him, the feel of him…it took the fear away. She was able to grieve without the sick gnawing grip of fear.

She had felt that grip the entire walk to his home. The unknown of his reaction to her showing up unannounced at 9 at night on a Tuesday. As that fear slipped from her like a sheet to the ground, she knew that it was unfounded. He would always welcome her, she was silly to forget that. Pain is a greedy thing; it hides away all the good so that all that is left is the pain. It casts up shadows where there should be none and creates doubt in the things that should never be doubted.

Like Eddie's care for her.

It has no shadows, it has no hard edges. It’s pure and smooth and wonderful, and it has been fresh air to her suffocated and damaged lungs.

He let her cry herself dry, till there was just small hiccups breaking up the quiet air. Eddie was swaying them slightly from side to side, his arms never loosing their grip. Chrissy pressed her forehead to the center of his chest as she took a deep, cleansing breath.

Eddie finally pulled back just far enough so that he could put his hands on her face, checking her over for any visible sign of hurt.

“You need to tell me what happened, whose legs do I need to break?” Eddie asked and it made Chrissy laugh. It was a joke she knew, but the look on his face said that the feeling behind it wasn’t entirely a lie.

She sobered quickly though when she thought about the answer.

“She finally kicked me out, Eddie,” she said. That was really all she needed to say. Eddie knew the rest of the story. He’d been there for all of it.

After Eddie found her in the Upside Down, after almost dying to Vecna, Chrissy’s life took a whole new shape in front of her. Going through hell and coming out on the other side and knowing that the only reason she had been drug there to begin with was because of her mother, and everything she had been putting her through her whole high-school life; she wanted it to end. The iron clad control she had over Chrissy, it was going to end.

Vecna had saw it all, fed off of it, and it had almost killed her. And for the first time Chrissy was ready to say no. She was ready to look her mother, her very own living breathing demon, in the eye and say no.

She’s done diminishing herself to please her un-pleasable mother. She’s done starving, she’s done being walked on, she’s done taking less in every facet of her life just so others can have more.

Jason was the first thing she purged.

Once back on solid ground, the others had told her what had been going on. Lucas had explain in full detail how Jason had lost his mind, and the whole town with him. Believing in his witch hunt for Eddie and ready to kill at first sight. It had turned her stomach in a rotten way, and more so when she realized she wasn’t as shocked as she probably should have been.

Chrissy hadn’t let go of Eddie since he found her tied up in the twisted version of the Creel house. His hands were gentle and his voice almost reverent since he first saw her there.

After Vecna had gotten into Nancy’s mind, she had told the group that he had shown her his plan, that the three taken were still alive. Eddie didn’t really believe her until he had seen Chrissy with his own eyes.

She can still feel the almost desperate and raw relief she had felt at seeing Eddie’s face, can still feel the burning tears on her face as she called out to him as he pulled her away from the creeping vines that had held her tight for what felt like years. How he held her so close and cried with her. Her heart had felt tied to him in that moment and it hadn’t changed since.

There was no going back to the life she had before that.

After every pain staking moment and decision and life saving testimony from the three that were taken to clear Eddie’s name, the whole town felt different. She could see people’s true colors now. See how bias so many people were, how quick they were to point fingers at the less fortunate, the weird.

Jason was the first straw that broke her tie to her mother.

And then stepping down as head cheerleader.

Every action she took sent her mother into an abusive spin. Demanding she be obeyed, that Chrissy take back Jason, that she tell the coach she wasn’t thinking straight when she stepped down. To apologize and grovel before her for her outrageous behaviour.

But Chrissy wouldn’t do it. Not any of it.

So she was punished, stowed away in her room, and left without meals. Met with nothing but iciness from her mother and a guilty look from her father. He never came to her rescue, he never spoke up, never dared go against his wife and it did nothing but leave a bitter taste in Chissy's mouth.

She was always left to fend for herself in the face of her mothers vileness. She was done with that too. She confronted her father once, shortly before her final exit of the house.

Chrissy wanted to know how he could stand by and watch as she nearly withered away.

He couldn’t really answer her, and Chrissy felt like that hurt her the most.

He didn’t come to find her when she was kicked out. Didn’t stop her as the door closed at her back.

She lost both of her parents that night.

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Chrissy was frozen to the spot, feeling helpless as she watched her dad get out of the car, his eyes sweeping quickly over the scene and never quite landing on her. This was the first time she saw him in weeks. The last time from across the street as her and Eddie were driving to school. He’d seen her then, his face shocked and then sad before Chrissy turned away, not wanting to see it.

And now here he was. Standing on the lawn of the place she called home.

Chrissy lost all thought, couldn’t think of a single word. Everything just went blank. She was distantly aware of the music fading away, and she felt a brush at her back left shoulder and knew that it was Eddie.

Tom closed the drivers door quietly and made his way to Chrissy. She had a moment of terror at the thought of her mother climbing out of the passengers side, but she never appeared.

Her father put his hands in his pockets as he came to a stop a distance from her. Wayne stood from his chair and spoke up.

“This okay?” he asked and Chrissy didn’t know how to answer. It really wasn’t okay. She wasn’t prepared for this, she never pictured him here, never hoped for him to reach out.

Chrissy felt her mouth open on instinct but no sound came.

Eddie stepped around her and stood just a hair in front of her to the side. She noticed he was now wearing a shirt, still damp from the wash.

“Was there something you needed?” he directed towards Tom. Not unkind but not inviting either.

Chrissy held her breath waiting for the answer.

He finally met her eyes. He had been carefully avoiding her gaze, sweeping over the trailer, the laundry, the men at her back. But now his eyes settled on her and Chrissy`s own stung from the horrible tears that threatened.

He took a deep breath and finally said, “I thought…that we could talk.”

We never talk, Chrissy’s mind spoke up.

She looked over at Eddie and then Wayne. Their visible support was so clear to her, the tone just their posture gave off. She had no reason to fear her father and his presence. The Munson's were there for her.

“You go on inside. We need to finish up the laundry out here anyways,” Wayne said softly and with a side-eye to Tom. “You just holler if you need anything.” A clear warning to Tom that his visit could be cut short in a second.

Chrissy nodded, feeling almost numb as she took a step towards the trailer door. Eddie grabbed her hand before she got too far, facing her head on and looking at her with a tilted down head. He was asking if she was okay, she could see it painted on his face.

“It’ll be okay,” she whispered to him, not feeling the words at all, but wanting to reassure him anyways.

“Okay,” he whispered back, concern in his eyes, clearly not believing her but letting her make the decision. He always lets her make the decision. He never chooses for her, he never assumes. That’s what she loves about him, how truly free he makes her feel. She's never been free before.

Chrissy squeezed his hand once and turned back around with a tiny speck of confidence that wasn’t there before. This is my choice, she thought.

She went up the steps and into the trailer, hearing her father behind, and the soft click shut of the door. She went to stand by the table, crossing her arms in comfort and turning to look at him.

Tom was looking around in clear wonder. The living-room with fishing magazines on the coffee table mixed in with homework. The kitchen table with three placemats, and the clean counter tops that she insists remain that way. She needles Eddie when she catches him leaving dishes there.

The room smelled of the fresh laundry from that morning.

She wonders if her father can see the difference between this place and her family home. If he can feel how different it is here; happy and safe and so much better. She would choose this tiny trailer over and over again given the choice.

Chrissy waited.

Looking at her father here in her space, in the place that was so freely given to her in safety, added to that small confidence that was now growing the longer she looked at him. This was hers and no one could take it away except the two men that gave it to her in the first place and she knew without any doubt that they never would.

Not like her mother did. Not like her father, who stood and watched it happen.

Chrissy stood taller as her father looked back at her.

“So, this is…this is where you live?” he asked, sweeping his gaze around the room before coming back to her.

Chrissy took a calming breath and found her voice again. “Yes,” she said. She wasn’t giving him more than what he asks for. Why would she?

Tom nodded his head and put his hands back in his pockets, looking to the floor and back up again. “And, you’re okay here? With, with them?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

Chrissy frowned. Could he really ask that? Could he really care after all this time?

“Are you asking if I’m safe?” Chrissy retorted. “After what, almost two months of me being gone? You ask that now?”

The sick feeling was back in her stomach. She hadn’t missed it one bit, but it was there again. Just like when she was back in the home he shared with her mother. Where nothing felt right, and it was always a struggle just to get through a day. She didn’t want this, this feeling wasn’t welcome here. This was her safety and sickness had no place here.

“Why are you here?” she asked. She didn’t think holding her tongue would work anymore. She wanted this to be over.

Tom looked almost confused at her questioning, at her brash reply to him. “I wanted to see you, Chrissy. I wanted to make sure you were okay. I wasn’t even sure where you were, I had to ask around about that boy out there.”

That boy.

Chrissy’s heart was pounding now and she desperately pushed down the sick in her throat. “That boy saved my life. That boy took me in when my own parents kicked me out,” she raised her voice.

“Your mother,” her father tried to say.

“No. Don’t finish that sentence. Mother may have said the words, but you stood there and watched it happen, you let her say it and you watched me walk out that door. You’re my dad,” she cried. “You’re suppose to keep me safe, you’re suppose to be there!” Chrissy said, her breath coming quicker with every second. These are the things she has been tucking away inside of her for years. These hidden things that could never be said. But she’s not that girl anymore. She not under anyone’s thumb anymore.

"You were never there for me. And you come here? After months and dare to question Wayne? And Eddie?” She wiped her cheek, not even realizing she had started crying till she felt it at her chin. “I came here after I was kicked out and they took me in. They made sure I was okay. They gave up part of their space and life so that I could be here! And they’ve never complained, they’ve never made me feel unwelcome and wrong.”

The memory of her first night there shot across her mind; how Eddie had brought her inside, tucking her under his arm, how Wayne immediately asked what was wrong. How he went and tried to make her tea before realizing that they didn’t have any and apologizing for it. She had smiled through her tears and said that it was alright. He got her a glass of water instead and it was the nicest thing he could have done for her in that moment. She cradled that glass in her hands like it was something to treasure.

She couldn’t remember the last time her own father did something like that for her.

Tom rubbed at his mouth, one hand going to his hip as he turned away from her. “Chrissy,” he tried after a minute. “I wanted to try to bring you home,” he said quietly, looking at her again, his eyes glossy.

Chrissy shook her head. She felt sorry for him in that moment, with how lost he looked.

“I am home,” she stated firmly. “I never want to go back to that house again, dad. I never want to feel the way I did every single day of my life, like I did in that house.”

Tom was shaking his head in a sad way, his eyes shut. “Chrissy,” he said, “honey, I’m…” But he couldn’t even finish. There were tears on his face now, and Chrissy wished that she could hug him. But that wasn’t the world they lived in. The relationship she had with her father was just as broken as the one with her mother, just in a different way. Maybe someday, she thought. A lot of things would have to be different…but maybe.

Maybe someday he’ll be able to say it. Maybe someday she’ll be able to believe it. It just wasn’t today.

Chrissy sighed, and lowered her arms to her sides. She really looked at he father then. Took in the defeated stance, the deep lines of sorrow on his face, and the ruffled lay of his hair.

Hopefully someday, she thought.

“I don’t want to talk anymore,” she said softly, not unkind.

He nodded, still looking down. She let him take a moment to gather himself again, straighten and clear his face.

“Can I come see you again? If that’s alright,” he asked in earnest.

Chrissy thought about it, and nodded. “Maybe. It’d be best if you called first,” she replied, setting a boundary.

“I can do that,” he said, nodding and trying to smile. He didn’t quite make it.

Chrissy walked around him and opened up the door. Still barefoot, she walked down the steps to the grass and waited for her father to follow. He made his way back to his car and opened the door. Looking back at her he asked, “The number?”

Chrissy looked over her shoulder to where Eddie and Wayne were trying to look like they weren’t paying attention, and smiled.

The sick feeling was gone, and the warmth in her chest was back. Family, her mind whispered.

“It’s in the phonebook,” she said back to her father, still looking at the two fiddling with laundry. If her father wanted to be in her life, he would have to work for it.

“It's under Munson.”

My family.

[agentmmayy]

he’s got that special somethin’

Chrissy Cunningham x Eddie Munson / Explicit / 10.5k / Loss of Virginity, Alternate Universe- Canon Divergence, Fluff and Smut

Eddie’s throat visibly bobs as he swallows. "You wanna pop my cherry, Chrissy Cunningham?" 

"Will you let me?"

Read on ao3!

[strangermoons]

I Heard Your Body Talk by ForgetTheMoon (me!) Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson Rated M, 20K

The skies open about five minutes after Jason leaves her by the side of the road. Chrissy hadn’t thought to bring a raincoat to school this morning, trusting Jason and his Jeep to keep her dry. She’s regretting it now. She pulls her backpack off and clutches it to her chest, tucking the edges of her sweater over it in hopes of keeping her homework from disintegrating.

The rest of her is a lost cause, she can already tell. The sleeves of her uniform sweater are soaked through, shoes squelching with each step. Her hair is plastered to her head, rivulets of water running down her cheeks, ruining her makeup and mixing with the tears she can’t seem to curb.

Chrissy makes a choice. Eddie won’t know what hit him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51880861

[cricketsatnight]

no need to look so afraid (crown shyness)

An AU look into what Eddie and Chrissy's senior year could have been. Horror, angst, the changing seasons, and the alchemy of love.

She pauses. “Is that why you’re in Mr. Morris’s class? Creative Writing?”

“It’s why I’m taking an easy-for-me-class, yeah, I guess so,” Eddie drums his fingers against the steering wheel. His rings glint in the last row of passing street lights– they’ll be turning down the unlit backroads to Forest Hills soon. “You might not know this, but I wouldn’t call myself an academic scholar or anything, Chrissy. I like to read, and I like to write, and I really like world-building. Any kind, really.” He could ramble about music hitting the spot for him there, but he’s already talking way more than he thinks he should be.

“World-building,” she repeats, soft.

“So, uh, why are you taking that class? Just an elective to pass the time for senior year?”

“It’s not easy for me,” she admits, her voice a little crisper. She seems like she’s sobering up more and that’s a good thing, because Eddie really needs her to be sure as pie she wants to spend her Saturday night hanging out with him. “I don’t really build worlds, Eddie. I just– I just exist in them.”

rated: m | chapters: 9/? (WIP)

tags: supernatural elements, horror, dreams and nightmares, canon divergence, vecna-adjacent AU, therapy, mental health issues including but not limited to; (unhealthy relationships, codependency, eating disorders), recreational drug use, third degree slow burn, angst with a happy ending, senior year ('86 baby), some sexual content, original background characters, surprise: jason sucks, eddie munson reads poetry in this story and i just wanted you you know that

[hellcheerficdatabase]

honey, don't feed me, i will come back

Author:  @sharpenote

Rating/Warning: Mature, referenced ED, S*icidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Child Ab*se

Chapter Count: 1/?

Description: Eddie Munson doesn't believe in ghosts. He's kind of famous for it, actually.

There are a million mundane explanations for weird shit going on - old houses needing to settle, fox cries, carbon monoxide poisoning, sleep paralysis, fucking ball lightning - whatever. Any of them make more sense than ghosts.

At least, that's what he tells himself until one follows him home.

Tags: Alternate Universe- Modern au, Alternate Universe- Ghost Hunters, Ghost Chrissy Cunningham, POV Alternating, Alternating POV, The Gang, Ghost Hunting Show, Multi-chapter, Status: WIP

[peterpan-in-neverland]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson

Characters: Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Laura Cunningham, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Will Byers, Jason Carver, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Eleven | Jane Hopper

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), bake sale AU that no one asked for, Unreliable Narrator, bold chrissy re-emerges, recipes are linked hehe, Dancing, Kissing, Baking, chrissy cunninghams eclectic taste in music, probably some anachronisms

Summary: Chrissy huffs, her arms crossed over her chest, and blows a breath up, disturbing her bangs. “This is…ridiculous,” she says, like it is the highest form of condemnation. “I mean, she expects us to plan all of this in a week—less than, actually, because it starts Friday night, and it’s already Tuesday!”

Eddie looks at her for a long moment, and then sighs, reaching into the pocket on the inside of his denim jacket, pulling out his Camels. “This fucking blows,” he finally says, letting her know he is not the only one that is not a fan.

--

OR; chrissy and eddie run a bake sale

[undreaming-fanfiction]

What if Steve is a famous model and Eddie is a rockstar, both still pretty down to earth that they move around without bodyguards...

They bump into each other at a corner, and literally bump into each other - Steve somehow lost his contact lenses and he's half-blind without them, his agent Robin is traveling, he'd rather lose both of his eyes than to call his parents, and so he's trying to get to a pharmacy/optometrist/somewhere else just based on memory and touch.

Eddie is walking, not paying much attention and listening to music, when he's knocked back by a very apologetic squinting guy who might as well be very pretty, if he looked straight at Eddie - which is very much not possible, as Steve later explains, Eddie is a very blurry blob to him, although a very kind blob. Also a really nice sounding blob.

When Eddie collects his things and his heart off the streetwalk, he offers to walk Steve to the pharmacy. After asking if it's okay, he offers Steve his arm and leads him carefully to his destination. Steve is still mostly staring at the ground, trying to fight blurry nausea, so Eddie doesn't really know what he looks like, except that his hair is magnificent.

They reach the pharmacy, Steve is so thankful that he wants to invite Eddie for coffee, but before he can do that, Eddie receives an urgent call from his agent and needs to leave.

They both - not without a tinge sadness - think they won't see each other again.

Except the next day there's a wave of tabloid headlines: "CORRODED COFFIN'S EDDIE MUNSON FINALLY SETTLES DOWN?! THE ROCKSTAR SEEN WITH REDKEN'S MODEL STEVE HARRINGTON!" and there are pictures of Steve and Eddie, side by side, and it really looks like a romantic walk rather than what it was.

When Eddie's agent Chrissy calls, half-amused, half-concerned, Eddie stops her with a single sentence: "Can you get me his number?!"

Chrissy snorts in the phone. "Give me an hour."

It takes her 33 minutes in total, and she secures a date with Robin for herself as a bonus.

And as for Eddie? He opens his message with "Hey Steve, how come you never told me it was a date? I would have brought flowers!" and gets an immediate response of "You would have, huh? Then bring some today at seven, the pizzeria next to the pharmacy. I like sunflowers. See you there, Eddie. And this time, I mean really see you."

The "see you" jokes stay with them for the rest of their lives.

[lovesongzine]

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[mardyart]

actual deleted footage of stranger things season 4 trust me guys

[kwistowee]

ugh... this sceeeeeeene 🥰 STRANGER THINGS | 4.01

[irlplasticlamb]

late night confessions — because sapphic chrissy and gay eddie mean the world to me.

prints available here

[cricketsatnight]

“Let me wash your hair for you.”

Jopper or Hellcheer. Up to you.

13. "Let me wash your hair for you."

(prompt post)

Showering, for Chrissy, was difficult to say the least. Two months after surviving Vecna’s attack with one broken leg and one broken arm, she graduated to braces instead of casts— but it hadn’t gotten any easier. It’s late May and the warm summer heat edges ever closer in Hawkins… which means dousing her hair in baby powder is proving fruitless against the humidity.

Robin and Nancy had become regulars at the Cunningham household, always eager to assist Chrissy with the mundane tasks that felt impossible, but today they’d both been tied up. Even her father was busy volunteering with rebuilding what damage had been done in Hawkins— and her brother? Chrissy couldn’t keep up with where he was, but she also doubted the boy knew the difference between shampoo and conditioner.

Her mother, Laura, angrily left their family behind after the earthquakes. Chrissy refused to abandon her friends and Hawkins, finally standing up to her mother’s tyranny for the first time, and her father agreed to stay behind with her and her younger brother Alex.

Their home actually felt like a real home. Almost.

So when Eddie shows up, offering to help her out that day, there’s no fear coiled in her gut about her mother’s reaction to her rebellious, long-haired, eccentric friend. Even her father had grown to like Chrissy’s oddball group of friends– bonding specifically with Eddie about the famous guitarists of his generation like Jimi Hendrix, Eric Clapton, and Buddy Guy.

Eddie wordlessly helps her around the house, makes them a simple lunch of BLTs, and changes Chrissy’s bed sheets— all the while talking her ear off about his latest plans for a summer D&D campaign. She grins at the way his eyes light up over Will Byers joining them and his dimpled, bashful smile when he mentions the teenager ‘really digging’ his drawn dungeon maps.

“Another artist in Hellfire, then?” She asks, watching Eddie wash the dishes after lunch.

“Basically, yeah. Have you seen his stuff?” He looks up at her. Chrissy’s seated at the marbled island bar top across from the sink. She shakes her head. “Kid’s really good. I, uh, finally understand all the raving about it from the guys this year.” Eddie pauses. “Hey, is there anything else you need me to do around here, Chrissy?”

Chrissy looks down, blushing. “There’s one thing.”

“What’s up, princess?” Eddie turns the sink off, drying the last dish, and leans back against it. He folds his arms, waiting.

She was hoping he wouldn’t use the term of endearment— the one she’s been increasingly attached to. “Um, so Robin and Nancy usually help me with this. Sometimes my dad.” Chrissy nervously fidgets one hand against the edge of the marble countertop.

Eddie doesn’t say anything.

“I really need help with my hair,” she winces, gesturing at the oily, messy bun on her head. “It’s been a few days and—”

“Let me wash your hair for you,” Eddie nods. “That’s easy, Chrissy.”

It takes some awkward shifting, but eventually Eddie’s got Chrissy seated backwards at the sink. He layers a few dish towels down along the lip of the basin to make it more comfortable, and winks when she catches his eyes. Her cheeks feel like they’re on fire and she hopes against hope that it’s not stupidly obvious.

It’s bad enough he loosely tied his hair back with one of her scrunchies— it’s bad enough the angle she’s in lets her just stare.

His sleeves are rolled up past his elbows and he leans over her, adjusting the temperature of the faucet. “We’re lucky you have one of these fancy detachable things, Chris,” he snickers. “I think you’ve had enough pretzeling of your body to last a lifetime.” Eddie squints at the shampoo and conditioner bottles he brought down from her bathroom. “You like the water hot, lukewarm?”

“Jeez, Eddie,” she laughs, hoping her voice sounds even. “I feel like I’m in a salon. Getting pampered today.”

“I don’t have this gorgeous mane without some effort, Queen Chrissy,” he jokes. Eddie leans over her again and she sucks in a breath. He smells earthy, even a little musty, and Chrissy can’t help the way her heart flutters. Now she knows her face is bright red.

“Warm is fine,” she finally says.

Eddie dampens her hair, careful to brace her nape with his other hand. “That good?” he asks. Chrissy just nods.

When he starts massaging the shampoo into her scalp, her eyes flicker shut, and there’s no fighting the contented smile on her lips. Reflexively, she hums a little— and feels Eddie let out a short breath against her forehead.

Eddie lets her know everything he’s doing before he does it. ‘Now I’m gonna rinse ya,’ and ‘Here comes the conditioner. Should I leave it in? You need a drink or something?’ and Chrissy tries to tease him a little more about the luxury Munson treatment.

“Any time,” he laughs, “I’m serious. S’kinda relaxing for me, too.” He’s rinsing the conditioner when he clears his throat. “Almost done, Chris. Your uh— your hair’s gotten long.”

“How much for a trim at the Munson Boutique?” She snorts, trying to follow his eyes, but now it’s his face that’s flushed.

“If you’re, um, not just giving me a hard time here… I can definitely help you with that. Lemme brush you out first.” He wrings her hair out and helps her straighten up in the stool, fluffing a towel onto her shoulders to keep her dry.

“Eddie?”

“Uh, yeah?” He’s pointedly avoiding her face when he reaches for the brush.

“Can you kiss me first?”

Eddie blinks at her, tapping the brush into his other palm while he considers.

“I’m sorry,” she blurts out. “I just— I just made this so weird, didn’t I? You’re just being a good—”

“Hang on, hang on. I’m just trying to figure out how much a kiss and a trim are, Cunningham.” 

Chrissy drops her eyes, letting out a shaky breath.

Eddie lifts her chin with his fingers. “Y’know, on second thought, it’s on the house. Even if you look a little like a wet Afghan hound right now.”

Chrissy tries to look scandalized, but Eddie kisses her— and that’s all she can think about.

[aicosu]

Destined for an alternate dimension...

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"girls don't play dungeons & dragons"

Author: julietonacross

Rating/Warning: Mature, Referenced ED

Chapter count: 1/1

Description: an established eddie munson and chrissy cunningham fanfiction, in which mike wheeler cannot stand the popular cheerleader becoming apart of the gang, will mike learn to love chrissy like the rest of the party do? or will he continue being the biggest cockblocker and thorn in eddies side?

Tags: Alternative Universe- No Vecna, Established Relationship, Flashbacks, Domestic Fluff, Comfort, Mike Wheeler is a little shit, Eddie POV, One-shot, Status: Completed