#where the heck is my Eddie to make me soup and cuddle me?
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oooh hellcheer hc is that eddie goes into fully nurse mode whenever chrissy’s sick. she has a cold? he’s fussing over her, making soup from scratch thank you very much bc he’s actually a great cook. cramps? he buys out her favorite chocolate from the corner store, he’s got three different types of heat packs ready, he’ll massage her belly for hours if that’s what it takes to make her feel better
Here's the thing: Chrissy was never home when Eddie got out of the studio on Wednesdays.
Wednesdays were their short days. The band's self-proclaimed 'recharge' days. The midweek break they all pretended to need that they'd written into their contracts so the fucking producer wouldn't throw a fit when Jeff dipped out at eleven to go meet his girlfriend at the train station, because Marie was in Boston Saturday night through Wednesday morning for work.
Eddie usually wandered in after a fast food lunch and a grocery run around one o'clock. Chrissy wasn't even off most days until four. So when he walked in the front door and was greeted with the curdling scream of horror queen Janet Leigh on the tube?
Yeah, Eddie about had a heart attack. Like full-on hand-over-the-heart terror.
"Sorry," Chrissy croaked from the couch as she frantically turned the volume of her vintage horror flick down. Psycho. Classic. Eddie hadn't even noticed her, she was so bundled up in blankets. A Chrissy burrito that could've passed for a rumpled throw blanket. "Sorry, sorry. You came in at the worst part."
Shit, she sounded awful.
"That's my specialty," Eddie breathed, dropping the excess number of grocery bags in the foyer and tripping over his own feet to make it to her side. "What's up, buttercup? How come you're home so early?"
Shit, she looked awful. All curled up and shivering despite the throw around her shoulders and the duvet she'd dragged in from their bedroom. Eddie automatically put a hand on her forehead, hissing at the burn beneath his palm.
"Think I caught the bug that's been going around on the publishing floor," Chrissy said, covering her mouth with the throw as she talked. Trying to breathe on him as little as possible. But her sinuses were so full, he doubted she could take in any air from her nose. "Editors were next, I knew it, but everyone insisted it'd stay quarantined upstairs."
"Morons," Eddie huffed, eyes raking over her face. Her blotchy, feverish cheeks; her bloodshot eyes ringed in the purple bruises of exhaustion. Her lips were dry, and Eddie sighed, hopping up and pressing a kiss to her forehead that she protested.
"You're gonna get infected," she grumbled. Eddie just shrugged, more firmly wrapping her up in her blankets.
"Did you take anything?"
"Grabbed some cold medicine from the pharmacy that's next to the office," she said, still covering her mouth. Exhaling a couple of rough coughs into the fabric. "Probably should've eaten something, but nothing sounds good."
Her sentences were choppy and slurred, which was how Eddie knew that this was serious. Having majored in English at BU, Chrissy's articulation refined to a fucking knife's point over the years. Ready to stab anyone who looked at her with a modicum of doubt when she explained what she did for a living.
His poor little Supervising Editor.
"Alright," Eddie said, hopping to his feet and pressing another kiss to her crown – this one not quite as protested as the first – before he rounded the couch to collect the grocery haul he'd bought that was entirely inadequate for a sick Chrissy. "Lemme get some water in the kettle, yeah? I'll make you some ginger tea and run to the bodega for soup supplies."
"Love, really, I'm fine––"
"Don't you I'm fine me, Cunningham," he called from the kitchen. Even though her last name had been Munson for damn near five years now. He loved the dopey little smile she still got when he reprimanded her with her maiden name. The eye roll. The huff of, That's Munson to you, Mister.
The huff never came this time. She was too tired to argue, he knew.
He started some prep work for what they had on hand while the water heated up. Mincing up a metric fuckton of garlic, grabbing some chicken breast from the fridge, grating most of a knob of ginger. They had some frozen chicken wing tips, but Eddie wasn't sure he had the time or patience to make broth from scratch. He mentally added store bought shit to his list, along with spinach and carrots.
Once her tea was ready, Eddie departed after stealing another kiss – this one to her cheek, which she yelled at him for as well as she was able and which he laughed at when her voice broke.
Another forty-five minutes later, after hauling ass to the store and back, Eddie had soup simmering on the stove, orange juice in the fridge, and three other types of medicine lined up along the coffee table to be taken after she'd eaten.
"I should go to the bedroom," Chrissy sighed as Eddie exchanged her empty mug of tea for a glass of juice. "Give you veg space so I don't get you sick."
Eddie scoffed. He'd grabbed The Two Towers from their nightstand, carefully depositing it on the arm of the couch before gently easing Chrissy's juice from her hands. He crouched down in front of her, leveling her with as withering a stare as he could muster around the worry he could feel lining his face.
"What kind of husband do you think I am, sweetness? To abandon his queen in her most desperate times of need?" She rolled her eyes, cheeks turned up in a slight smile. Eddie grinned, reaching up to pinch her cheek. Broadening her smile as much as she was able. "My fair lady needs her noble knight's assistance now more than ever! I ain't just gonna abandon you to squalor, baby. You know better than that."
She made a little noise of distress, and Eddie knew it was because she was terrified of getting him sick. Even though he played backup to Jeff, fucking his vocals could fuck the whole timeline for their next album.
He couldn't have given less of a fuck.
Tucking the blanket more firmly around her, Eddie carefully wedged his arms under her slight body, hoisting her up with a cracked little squeal from her raw throat before settling himself lengthwise on the couch, Chrissy in his lap.
"Eddie––"
"Shh, baby," he said, grabbing the book behind him and opening up to the bookmark. Picking up where they'd left off the last time he lulled her to sleep, just the night before, when she'd still been perfectly healthy. Harboring this bit of sick down deep enough that her body was still attempting to fight it off.
His voice, she'd told him once, was her favorite lullaby.
"So it was," he began to read, "that in the light of a fair morning, King Theoden and Gandalf the White Rider met again on green grass beside the Deeping-stream."
An hour later, Chrissy was out like a light. Breathing deeply through her mouth, with a little dribble of drool spilling onto his shirt and making him chuckle. He leaned down, kissing her hair and brushing it back over her ear.
"My poor little peach," he murmured, pressing the words into her scalp. The scent of ginger and garlic wafted through the air, and Eddie knew he should extricate himself from her embrace. Slip into the kitchen and turn the stove off.
But Chrissy let out this scratchy little snore, and Eddie figured he could give her another half hour.
"Love you, sweet," he said. And by the way she hummed in her slumber, snuggling even closer against his chest until her ear was pressed right up against her heart, Eddie thought, fuck, maybe she'd heard him.
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#hellcheer#eddissy#eddie x chrissy#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#stranger things#chrissy x eddie#my writing#hellcheer drabble#sickness#I feel it tho bc I've been battling a stupid cold all week#where the heck is my Eddie to make me soup and cuddle me?#cunninghamchrissie
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hey! i have a really bad cough rn (apparently it’s acute bronchitis) so i’m just wondering if you have time to make a really fluffy eddie x reader where he takes care of them, the reader says there fine ‘it’s just a cough’ but eddie forces them to rest
Request by anon. I hope you feel better soon! 💞
Just a Lil fluff filled fic 😊
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The whole day had been a nightmare from the minute she woke up to when she went to sleep.
Hawkins had one heck of a storm and rain and wind continuously battered the small town.
It's also how she ended up with a bad cough and the sniffles as she had got caught in the rain shower as soon as she stepped out the front door.
Eddie rushes out of his van and pulls her inside.
"Shit this is crazy right?" she nods shivering slightly and he turns the heating on in the van and rubs her arms until she feels some warmth.
The same thing happened after school and even though Eddie drove her to his trailer she was still shaky and soaked to the bone.
The result had Eddie worrying all night and by the time the next morning came, she was fighting off sleepiness, a bad cough, and a sore throat.
Also for the first time ever, he was up before she was and watching her with an anxious look on his face.
'It's just a cough" she assures him but he looks unconvinced.
"You're staying here princess, I'm going to look after you"
The thought of that coupled with the fact that she did feel like shit caused her to give in.
Eddie tucked her up in his bed and proceeded to get her water. He looks a bit lost as to what to do and it's so endearing that he wants to help.
What he didn't realize was that just being here was sweet enough.
"I'm going to go and get you some meds and things okay sweetheart? Do you need any uh... personal things?" it takes her a second to realize he means period pads/tampons.
"I'm okay baby" she squeezes his hand and he nods softly.
"Okay Princess. I'll be as quick as I can"
💞
He's back within twenty minutes and has her meds and he settles beside her kissing her head.
"I got a little treat to help my princess feel better" he pulls out a cute teddy bear with a love heart on his chest that says I love you Beary much and a bar of her favorite chocolate.
"Oh thank you, Eddie, that's so sweet of you baby. I love you so much"
"I love you too sweetheart, I'm going to get you some water and I'll put some soup on"
He makes sure she is all cuddled up and then busies himself in the kitchen making the soup.
All day he watches over her and reads to her even when she's groggy and sleepy. When she spikes a fever he panics and calls Uncle Wayne for advice even though she tells him she will be fine- he was as stubborn as she was and didn't listen.
After uncle Wayne suggested a cool compress for her forehead he spent a full half hour making sure it was working.
"Why does it take so long, I hate when you're sick princess" she squeezes his hand and feels a sense of relief as her body begins to cool down.
"It's working Eddie, you're doing amazing, already feel better" he brightens at this and smirks.
"Just call me Doctor Munson" this makes her giggle that thankfully doesn't end with a got of coughing so she is hopeful she's on the mend.
💞
Eddie has been so sweet with her and very attentive. It turns out that Eddie's cuddles and meds were the perfect cure for her sickness.
And maybe a few kisses too from Doctor Munson too. You know, just for extra luck ;)
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