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Flower shop / Bookstore AU

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Chrissy opens a flower shop Eddie runs the bookstore next door Eddie starts buying her coffee every morning. Chrissy offers to decorate the store window with her flowers.

hayley williams & taylor york

Wild West Hellcheer AU where they have to protect their land from Henry Creel

Jopper or Hellcheer. Up to you.

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

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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.”

Mermaid AU

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Merman Eddie is fascinated by the human world and loves watching the ships come and go, even if his faithful flounder Dustin warns him of the dangers of being seen. One evening he's drawn by some lively music and watches as a pretty girl dances. Suddenly a storm hits and the crew try desperately to save their vessel from sinking. The girl from before is thrown overboard and without a second thought Eddie plunges into the waves after her. He carries her to shore and places her gently on the sand. She coughs and splutters but she’s alive. He can’t help but brush back a strand of her golden hair and her eyelids flutter open before he can hide. For a second their eyes meet and he swears he can hear glorious music. Dustin yanks him away but it’s too late - he speaks to her - and she travels home daydreaming about his warm brown eyes. She knows she will remember that voice for the rest of her life. Eddie tells himself that he won’t seek her out again but when he finds a marble statue of her in the ship’s wreckage, he imagines what it would be like to dance with her. He suddenly wants to join the human’s on land and aches to be a part of their world. He hears tales about a magical hermit called Vecna who can grant his wish…for a price. Meanwhile the girl is similarly smitten. Princess Christine returns back to the palace and tells her parents she’s met the man she will marry. If she has to marry (for she is her father’s only heir), then she will marry her own choice. She begins to search the kingdom for the (human) man who pulled her from the sea.

Stardust AU

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