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Keep Quiet Darlin
Eddie Munson x fem reader
A/N: this is my first time writing up here so please be nice!
summary: Eddie loses his campaign and needs to blow off steam, it just so happens you were there to witness it this night.
Warning: None
Genre: Smut
âPleaseâŠâ
âPlease donât stopâŠâ
She couldnât remember how sheâd wound up here or her name for that matter. She just knew the feel of him sliding in and out of her was the only thing she could think of.
How the fuck did she end up pinned against the wall with her skirt hiked up and her underwear around her ankles? She canât even tell you
Or better yet how she was getting her brains fucked out by THE Eddie Munson, couldnât tell you that either. Her body felt like it was on fire the way his large hands touched her.
His deep voice whispering into her as he fucked her against the wall of the clubâs meet up room. Heâd had a DnD game earlier and needed to blow off some steam after losing.
He lifted a ring clad hand to cover her mouth which seemed to release moans that raising octaves each thrust. âQuiet sweetheart, we wouldnât the others outside to hear would we?â
Her mind was now mush not being able to form a full sentence in her thoughts, âE- Eddie..â She responded his name followed by a whine. âNah uh uh, answer me baby dollâ his voice coming out deeper than sheâs ever heard it making her clench around him.
âN- No Sirâ she whined once again squeezing her eyes shut biting down her lip to keep quiet. âSuch a good girl for meâ Eddie grinned wickedly snapping his hips increasing his pace.
Perfection
Parings: Eddie Munson x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Eddieâs feeling insecure and needs reassurance
A/N: Iâm still new to this so please donât laugh at me. Feel free to reblog and comment!
The air in the room blowing through the window that youâd left open for him grazed your skin making you shiver, the lack of clothing you wore not aiding you whatsoever causing you to snuggle deeper into the sheets. The same sheets you spray with his cologne to make it feel like heâs there even when heâs not.
Youâd been up for a few hours now awaiting his arrival, sleep not really wanting to come visit you this evening until he was in your presence. You shifted a bit staring up at the ceiling humming a song youâd sing to him on nights where heâd have a nightmare reliving the trauma heâd witnessed that night.
You didnât remember when youâd drifted off, your mind fuzzy and discombobulated. The only thing registering you that youâd succumbed to sleep is the faint scent of cigarette smoke and that familiar cologne that felt like home.
Feeling the bed dip beneath his weight when he joins you. Hesitant fingers hovering over your waist when you could practically hear him swallow the lump down his throat. That alone should not have made you feel like this. You should not have felt this irritated at his presence when you'd been counting down the minutes for him to climb into your window earlier. Youâre probably just grumpy from the recent lack of sleep.
Now he's finally next to you, all you feel is dread weighing down on your chest. The pain in your chest is evident. You've missed him to the point where his scent lingers in the air even when he's not around. You can feel his hair rub against your shoulder as he decides to wrap his arms around you.
His strong chest pressed against your back. You can feel him inhale into your neck but you can also feel the hot wet tears that are falling from his beautiful brown eyes. You turn over to gently cup his face. His soft cheeks fitting into your hand perfectly. The moon highlighting his skin making him look like a masterpiece.
His eyes quickly shift away from you for a moment before they find yours again. A habit youâve noticed heâs picked up when heâs nervous or lying. "Eddie, my love... what's the matter?" You ask sweetly no longer feeling that deep pain in your heart for you but for him.
"Am I enough Y/N?" He asks softly. You gasp silently being taken back a bit. Youâve know him to have his insecure moments but heâs never openly spoke on them. Causing you to play Nancy Drew to detect whatâs wrong. "Of course you are my love, you are the only man that I will ever have eyes for". You whisper to him playing in his silkily curls to assure and ground him.
He had a tendency of going too deep into his head to the point where heâd hear or believe nothing. Heâd deny until his throat was sore and he tongue was heavy. A bad habit he had indeed but you werenât complaining, after all youâre here to help and assure him not make him feel worse.
He nuzzles his face deeper into your hand that is now resting on his cheeks again. "Eddie Munson you are the most beautiful man in I've ever laid eyes on. You are so talented and sweet and no one will or ever could take your place, no matter how hard they try. Youâre not a freak as they label you to be, you are unique and unafraid to be you which is what drew me to you".
"Thank you sweetheart, I really needed that, you really mean a lot to me". You see that beautiful dimpled smile that makes your heart skip a beat as he sighs kissing you softly on the lips. you inwardly smirk before asking "I really mean that much to you?"
A wide grin spreads across his face as he gazed down at you with his beautiful brown orbs. âIâd postpone Hellfire a million times to be with youâ he grinned pecking your lips repeatedly until youâre a giggling mess and telling him to stop. âI guess I do mean a lot to you Mr. Munsonâ âof course you do Mrs. Munsonâ
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EDDIE MUNSON
âItâs very metal, what you did. Thatâs all Iâm saying.â
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SEASON FOUR â© BROKEN RECORD
Eddie Munson x OC!Fem!Reader
summary: returning back to a "normal" life after a tragic loss, the residents of Hawkins try to find some semblance of peace. However, strange occurrences continue, as a new horrifying threat emerges from the Upside Down. The town is once again plunged into chaos, especially when your biggest enemy is your own mind. The lines between reality and nightmare blur, and the group must confront their deepest fears to protect their world from descending into darkness.
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SEASON THREE â© BROKEN RECORD
Eddie Munson x OC!Fem!Reader
summary: the residents of Hawkins try to enjoy a normal summer, filled with love and celebrations, especially around the Fourth of July. However, their peace is shattered by strange occurrences and betrayals. The Mind Flayer returns, creating chaos and heartbreak. Relationships are tested, and the group faces new challenges, leading to intense cliffhangers that leave their fate uncertain.
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CHAPTER SEVEN: THE AWAKENING
Eddie Munson x OC!Reader || WC: 4.5K
A/N: happy October everyone! đ this chapter is all over the place: tiny amounts of angst, more of Lyra and Eddie, and some familiar faces as we set the scene for the main events of season two!
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The drive home was silent, except for the occasional snore from Billy. Lyra's grip on the steering wheel tightened, determination setting in. She knew she had to help her brother find a way out of this destructive cycle, no matter how hard it would be. Upon arriving home later that night, more like one in the morning, Lyra had to maneuver herself and a staggering Billy inside the house without alerting Susan and especially Neil. The once rowdy Halloween night was now quiet, with only the faint rustling of leaves and distant sounds of traffic breaking the silence. Lyra carefully unlocked the front door, cringing at the slight creak it made.
She glanced back at Billy, who was doing his best to stay upright as he basically clung onto her leather clad shoulder. His weight was heavy, and his breath smelled of alcohol, a stark reminder of the nightâs events. The hallway was dimly lit, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with every step they took. Lyra could hear the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room, each tick amplifying her anxiety. She whispered soothing words to Billy, trying to keep him calm and quiet as they made their way to his room. "Holy shit," The voice made her squeeze her eyes shut letting out a shaky exhale.
Only when she managed to turn around and noticed Max standing in the hallway instead of her step mother and father she was able to breathe properly. "Is he okay?" Max whispered her brows furrowing with concern. "Max, quick," Lyra whisper-yelled, completely aware that Neil or Susan could get up at any moment. "Help me get him into his room." Max nodded, rushing over to take some of Billy's weight off Lyra. Together, they carefully navigated the narrow hallway, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The house seemed to hold its breath, every creak of the floorboards sounding like a thunderclap in the silence.
As they reached Billy's room, Lyra pushed the door open with her hip, the hinges protesting softly. They guided Billy to his bed, easing him down gently. He mumbled something unintelligible, eyes glazed and unfocused. Lyra pulled off his shoes and leather jacket, covering him with a blanket, her movements tender despite her exhaustion. Just as she was about to get up from the edge of the bed, Billy spoke, "I-I'm sorry." He slurred, reaching for Lyra's hand. His grip was weak, but she could feel the desperation in his touch. "Go to sleep, we'll talk about this in the morning." She assured her voice soft and soothing. She squeezed his hand gently before letting go, watching as his eyes slowly close.
Lyra took a deep breath, feeling the tension slowly leave her body. She glanced at Max, who was standing by the door, her eyes wide with concern. "Will he be okay?" She asked again, her voice barely above a whisper. Lyra nodded, forcing a reassuring smile. "He'll be fine, Max. Just needs to sleep it off." With Billy finally settled, Lyra and Max tiptoed out of the room, closing the door quietly behind them. "Any chance you'll tuck me into bed too?" By the tone of her voice, Lyra could tell Max was joking yet there was a hint of genuine fatigue in her eyes. Lyra chuckled softly, giving Max a gentle nudge on the shoulder.
"Come on Cherry, let's get you into bed." She coaxed throwing her arm over Max's shoulders guiding her towards her room. Without hesitation, Max climbed into bed, pulling her blanket up to her chin, as Lyra tucked the blanket around her snugly. "Goodnight, Lyra," Max yawned, nuzzling into her blanket. Lyra leaned over to give the redhead a kiss on the forehead, her lips brushing softly against Max's warm skin. "Goodnight, Max," She whispered, turning off the light and closing the door gently. As she walked back to her own room, Lyra felt a sense of peace settle over her, knowing that everyone was finally at rest. The quiet of the house enveloped her, and she allowed herself to relax, feeling the weight of the day lift from her shoulders.
The following morning Lyra woke up to a raging headache. Sitting up in her bed, she groaned rubbing her sleep ridden eyes. The following morning, Lyra woke up to a raging headache. Sitting up in her bed, she groaned, rubbing her sleep-ridden eyes. The sunlight streaming through the curtains felt like daggers piercing her skull. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly, trying to steady herself. As she walked towards the bathroom, the events of the previous night flashed through her mind. She splashed cold water on her face, hoping it would help clear her head. The coolness was refreshing, but it did little to alleviate the pounding in her temples.
Luckily it seemed that both Neil and Susan had already left for work, so that was one less thing she had to worry about. After grabbing the first items of clothes she saw in her closet not bothering with her appearance, Lyra made her way to the kitchen, where she found Max already up, nursing a cup of orange juice. "Morning," Max greeted her, looking more alert than Lyra felt. "How are you feeling?" She asked, her eyes filled with concern. "Like I got hit by a truck," Lyra replied, reaching for a glass of water and some painkillers. She swallowed them quickly, hoping for some relief. "How's Billy?" She questioned turning on the coffee machine. "Still asleep," Max said, her voice soft.
"He was out cold when I checked on him earlier." Lyra nodded, grateful for the quiet moment. She took a seat at the kitchen table, resting her head in her hands. "Thanks for helping out last night, Max. I don't know what I would've done without you." Max smiled, her eyes warm with understanding. "Well, I couldn't just let him crush you.â She joked, her laughter light and infectious. "Go get changed, knowing Billy he probably has a raging hangover and you know what that means." Max nodded, standing up and heading back towards her room. "Make sure you put your helmet in your backpack." Lyra muttered making Max turn around with a smile on her face. "We're going out on your motorcycle?" She asked excitedly, her eyes lighting up with anticipation. "You bet we are," Lyra replied with a wink.
"I just have to get it back from a friend, but after that me and you are getting milkshakes and burgers at Benny's after school." Max practically beamed with happiness. âAwesome, thanks Lyra, youâre the best!â Lyra couldnât contain her smile, hearing Max call her the best was the dopamine she needed, a small but significant affirmation that made her heart swell. The pounding in her head had subsided enough so that she could get up and make herself a much needed cup of coffee, glancing at the clock, noticing that they had just enough time to get everything done before school. A few moments later just as she predicted, a bare chested Billy came out from his room, a scowl present on his face. "Well, good morning to you," Lyra greeted him, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.
Billy grumbled something incoherent, rubbing his temples as if trying to ward off the pounding headache from last nightâs escapades. The scene was almost comical, and despite the tension, Lyra couldnât help but chuckle softly. She reached for a coffee mug on the shelf, pouring some coffee in it before sliding it over to where he stood. "Thanks, and I'm sorry" He mumbled grabbing the cup of coffee from her hand. His eyes were bloodshot, and the stubble on his face was more pronounced in the harsh morning light. Lyra raised a brow urging him to continue. "Last night, you said we could talk in the morning," He paused motioning that the sun was out through the curtains. "It's morning, so can we talk about it?" He deadpanned, making Lyra hold back her tongue at making a snarky reply.
"I thought I told you that you were forgiven." Billy rolled his eyes, the frustration evident in his furrowed brow. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, the strands sticking up in all directions. "Come on, Lyra, I wasn't that shitfaced to realize you were still upset at me." He abandoned his coffee, the steam rising from the cup in delicate tendrils, stepping toe to toe with his sister who looked unimpressed. "What do I gotta do to get you to stop it with the silent treatment?" Billy's voice was tinged with desperation, his eyes searching hers for any sign of forgiveness. Lyra crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing as she tapped her finger on her chin. It was a childish gesture, but she was determined to make him grovel. "How about not be an asshole?" Lyra shot back, her voice tinged with exasperation.
Billy turned to the last tactic he knew Lyra couldn't resist. Physical touch. A small grin broke on his face as he pulled her into an embrace. His arms wrapped around her tightly, almost lifting her off the ground. "Forgive me yet?" He questioned, squeezing her to his chest. He could feel her tense up, but he held on, hoping his warmth would break through her icy demeanor. "Are you done being a reckless asshole?" She retorted, her voice muffled against his chest. Billy chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "I love you too, sunshine." God damn him. He always knew how to get under her skin and melt her defenses at the same time. Lyra's resolve wavered, and she let out a reluctant sigh. "Okay," Lyra huffed, fighting to get out of his muscled embrace. She pushed against his chest, but his grip was firm. "Get off of me, you reek of alcohol," She chastised, her nose wrinkling in distaste.
Billy finally released her, his grin never fading, and Lyra couldn't help but roll her eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite herself. "Go get dressed," She instructed, her tone softening just a bit. "I know you have basketball practice today, so you can take a shower at school." She waved her hand dismissively, trying to maintain her stern facade, but the twinkle in her eyes betrayed her amusement. "Yes ma'am," He replied with a playful salute, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He turned on his heel and headed towards his room, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the hallway. Lyra watched him go, shaking her head with a mixture of exasperation and fondness. Despite everything, he was still her brother, and she couldn't stay mad at him for too long.
Lyra anxiously waited for the end of the day, looking forward to her girls' day with Max. Throughout class, she found herself fumbling with anything to make the day go by faster. Her fingers tapped rhythmically on the edge of her desk, and she doodled absentmindedly in the margins of her notebook. The clock seemed to move at a snail's pace, each tick echoing in her mind like a taunt. She glanced around the classroom, her eyes flitting from the teacher's monotonous lecture to the window. The anticipation bubbled inside her, making it hard to focus on the lesson. As the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the school day, Lyra practically leaped out of her seat.
She gathered her things in a hurry, her heart racing with excitement. As she opened her locker to retrieve her helmet, she noticed a familiar figure a few lockers from hers. The bustling hallway was filled with students getting ready to go home, their voices blending into a cacophony of chatter and laughter, but she immediately recognized Eddie Munsonâs curly hair and leather jacket amongst the crowds. The one person she was hoping to run into. With a few short strides, she made her way towards him, leaning against his locker. Eddie, to preoccupied with finding his Hellfire notebook, was oblivious to the blonde girl who was only a few feet away from him. She could see the intensity in his eyes as he rummaged through his things, muttering under his breath about missing dice and character sheets.
âHey stranger.â She greeted, stifling a laugh as she watched Eddie jump, clutching onto the door of his locker as if it were his lifeline. His eyes widened in shock, and for a split second, he looked like he might actually faint. "Jesus H. Christ!" He exasperated, his voice echoing slightly in the now quieter hallway. âYou always sneak up on people like that?â He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, his hand still gripping the locker door. Lyra grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Only the ones I like," She replied, leaning casually against the lockers. Eddie's expression softened, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he shook his head in disbelief. The bustling sounds of students hurrying to their next class filled the air, but for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of them.
Eddie finally let go of the locker door, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "You know, one of these days, you're going to give me a heart attack," He scolded, yet it was anything but malicious. "I see the dramatics are still in order," Lyra just grinned, knowing full well that their playful banter was quickly becoming one of the highlights of her day. His eyes zoned in to the helmet in her hand, his curiosity piqued. "I'm guessing you want your bike back?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "If you don't mind, I promised my sister I'd take her out after school." Eddie's expression softened, and he reached out to gently take the helmet from her, his fingers brushing against hers briefly. "Alright, come on," He coaxed, motioning for her to follow him. They walked side by side through the now empty school hallways, their footsteps echoing off the linoleum floors.
Outside, the sun was beginning to dip, casting a warm golden glow over the parking lot. Eddie led her to his old, beat-up van parked in the far corner. He fished out his keys and unlocked the back doors with a practiced flick of his wrist. The doors creaked open, revealing a cluttered but organized space now void of all band equipment, Lyra's motorcycle securely attached and in tact. "She's all safe and sound, made sure to actually drive the speed limit last night," Eddie assured with a wink. "Hold this," Eddie continued, handing Lyra the helmet back as he climbed into the van. He moved a few things around, making space to pull out her bike. The van's interior was a chaotic mix of tools, spare parts, and random knick-knacks, yet everything had its place. The scent of motor oil and metal filled the air, a testament to Eddie's love for tinkering.
"You really shouldn't leave this with me. Who knows, maybe one day, I'm going to end up riding off into the sunset with it," He joked, flashing her a grin over his shoulder. His hands worked deftly, unhooking the straps that secured the bike. Lyra laughed, shaking her head. "Like I'd let you get that far," She retorted, watching as he carefully maneuvered the bike out of the van. She couldn't help but admire how effortlessly he handled it, his movements smooth and confident. The bike gleamed in the fading sunlight, a testament to Eddie's careful handling. Once the bike was out, Eddie handed it over to her, making sure it was steady before letting go. "There you go, all set," He said, dusting off his hands. âThank you,â She breathed out hoping that Eddie could tell how grateful she was.
"I'm no stranger to family drama, glad I could help." He shrugged, melting under her stare, yet still portrayed his tough guy demeanor. He expected Lyra to immediately take off, yet to his surprise she leaned against the side of his van, her cerulean blue eyes locking with his chocolate doe ones. "So what's Hellfire?" Eddie looked at her as if she had grown two heads, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "It's only the most epic Dungeons & Dragons group in town," He explained, his voice tinged with excitement. The passion in his eyes was unmistakable as he continued, "We've got a campaign going that's been running for months now. It's intense, full of twists and turns. You should come by sometime and check it out." Lyra raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the unexpected revelation.
Her curiosity was piqued as she tried to imagine Eddie, the tough guy with a rebellious streak, immersed in a world of fantasy and adventure. The idea seemed almost surreal. "Dungeons & Dragons, huh?" Eddie smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Trust me, it's a blast," He assured, his voice filled with conviction. "We get together every Friday night, roll some dice, and dive into a world of fantasy and adventure. It's not the satanic cult this shit hole makes it out to be, but don't tell anyone. I've got a reputation to uphold." Lyra couldn't help but chuckle at his words. The image of Eddie, the so-called bad boy, passionately defending a game that involved imaginary worlds and mythical creatures, was both amusing and endearing.
âSounds like you take it pretty seriously.â She remarked, her smile widening. "Oh, sweetheart you have no idea." Eddie chuckled, a glint of pride in his eyes. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea," he replied, his tone both playful and earnest. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's not just a game. It's an escape, a chance to be heroes, to face down dragons and save kingdoms." Taking her silence as judgement instead of admiration for his honesty, Eddie quickly backpedaled, his defense mechanisms on full alert. "Shit, I totally geeked out there, huh?" He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. Lyra was quick to shake her head.
"Not at all, if anything it's fascinating to see you so passionate about Hellfire. With all that enthusiasm, I bet you make an excellent Dungeon Master." Sanatic cult leader, Freak, the list went on. Nobody had ever described Hellfire as fascinating. "Wait," He paused taking a second for her previous words to sink in. "How do you know what a Dungeon Master is?" Lyra shrugged nonchalantly. âIâm not as naive about D&D as you might think, Rockstar.â He quickly regained his composure, before Lyra could notice how much the damn nickname had affected him. âIâm certainly impressed and flattery works on me.â He grinned saccharinely playfully nudging her with his shoulder. Just as Lyra was about to retort she watched as the sky, which had been painted with hues of orange and pink, now looked like a storm was brewing, with ominous clouds rolling in.
The air grew cooler, and a slight breeze rustled the leaves around them. âYou okay?â Eddie questioned, sensing a sense of dĂ©jĂ vu as he caught the worried expression on Lyraâs face. Almost as if it was second nature, Lyra reached out and grasped Eddie's arm gently, her eyes widening upon noticing the time. "Max is never this late, I'm going to go check on her." She thought aloud, anxiety flooding her body. "I'll go with you." Eddie offered, his concern evident in his voice. Lyra shook her head. "No, Eddie it's fine." She assured him, her tone firm yet appreciative. "I'll see you tomorrow." She promised, quickly mounting her motorcycle and trekking the short distance up the hill to Hawkins Middle. The sky grew darker, the ominous clouds hanging low and heavy. As she arrived at the field a few feet away from the school, the eerie silence was almost deafening.
Lyra dismounted her motorcycle and cautiously approached the entrance, her heart pounding in her chest. That's when she noticed a young boy, standing out in the middle of the field. "Hello," She called out, yet he didn't respond standing in the same rigid position. "Any chance you've seen a redhead girl on a skateboard around?" To her surprise he didn't reply, standing in the exact position, not moving a muscle. "Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?" The boy was far from okay. Immediately stepping closer Lyra noticed that his whole body was spasming, his eyes rolled back into his head. She reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing a hand on the boyâs shoulders. âHey,â She coaxed gently so she wouldnât spook him.
âCan you hear me?â She gasped, feeling his body shake more violently under her shoulders. "Will!" She heard someone call from behind her. Lyra glanced back at the boy in front of her, realizing this must be Will. His spasms were growing more intense as the seconds ticked by, his skin feeling unnaturally hot under her hand. Not even two seconds after, Lyra turned around to see a group of kids rushing towards her their faces etched with worry. She let out a breath of relief upon seeing Max alongside them. "I think he's having another episode." She overheard a raven haired boy exclaim, his voice tinged with panic. "I got him." Upon seeing the adult woman who looked like she could fall apart any minute, Lyra moved away from Will standing beside Max who immediately embraced her. Both sisters' eyes locked onto him, their hearts heavy with concern.
The group watched as Joyce Byers called out to her son, her voice wavering with a mix of hope and desperation. "Will," She coaxed, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him softly. But her touch felt distant, like a fading echo in the back of his mind. "Sweetie, wake up! It's Mom," She tried once more, her voice cracking with emotion. "Will, wake up! Can you hear me?" Joyce's voice cracked with desperation as she tried to reach her son her pleas growing more frantic with each passing second. Will's body continued to convulse, his limbs jerking uncontrollably each movement more violent than the last. "It's Mom. Please wake up! It's me!" Almost as if waking up from a trance, Lyra and the group watched as Will gasped, his eyes fluttering open. The sudden intake of breath seemed to pull him back from the edge of an unseen abyss.
Joyce did not hesitate for even a moment, wrapping her arms around her son in a fierce embrace, holding him so tightly as if he might disappear if she let go. "Thank goodness," Lyra muttered, letting out a breath she had been holding for what felt like an eternity. Her shoulders sagged with relief, the tension finally releasing from her body. The group around them began to relax, their worried expressions softening as they realized Will was safe, at least for now. The tension in the air dissipated slightly, replaced by a tentative sense of relief. Lyra scanned the faces around her, noticing the mix of curiosity and caution in their eyes. "Who are you?" A curly-haired boy asked, his gaze skeptical as he looked her up and down. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if trying to discern her intentions.
âDustin! Thatâs rude!â The dark-skinned boy standing next to him seethed through his teeth, his eyes darting between Lyra and the others. Before Lyra could find the words to introduce herself, Max stepped forward, her voice steady and confident. "This is my older sister, Lyra," She declared, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "Did you say Lyra?" The entire groups attention turned to Joyce who was now eyeing the blonde girl a sense of familiarity in her eyes. Her eyes softened, as if recalling a distant memory. "Yes ma'am, that's me," Lyra confirmed, her voice respectful yet firm. Joyce's face lit up with recognition. "My son, Jonathan, say's you're very helpful. Always there whenever he seems to find himself in trouble." The warmth in her words was palpable, and it was clear that Lyra had made a lasting impression.
"Happy to help." Lyra assured her, her voice warm and sincere. She offered a gentle smile, hoping to dissolve any remaining tension. "I'm Joyce, it's certainly nice to put a name to a face," Joyce replied, her tone softening as she tugged Will into her side protectively. Her eyes were filled with gratitude and a hint of relief. "Thank you for trying to help my boy." Lyra shook her head. "You don't need to thank me, I'd do it again in a heartbeat." Joyce's eyes lingered on Lyra for a moment longer, as if she wanted to say more but couldn't find the words. She gave a small, appreciative nod instead. "Well, I should get Will home, it's getting late." Will looked up at his mother, then back at Lyra. "Take care, Will," Lyra called out with a kind smile. Joyce squeezed Will's shoulder, guiding him towards where she had parked.
"Ready to go?" Lyra asked Max, who, like the boys, had her eyes locked onto Joyce and Will. She noticed the slight tremor in Max's hands and the way her jaw clenched, subtle signs that she had been shaken up by the events. Hell, she was still trying to grasp what had just occurred herself. Max tore his gaze away from the departing figures and nodded. "Yeah, let's get out of here," She replied, her voice steady but quieter than usual. As they walked back to where her motorcycle was parked, Lyraâs gaze locked onto the boys she had just met. They were whispering among themselves, casting furtive glances in her direction. "Those boys giving you trouble?" Lyra asked, motioning over to the group.
They quickly huddled back together, their voices dropping to hushed tones as soon as they were out of hearing range. Max's face tightened, and she averted her eyes, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of her helmet. "No," She replied quickly, but her voice lacked conviction. Lyra could tell something was off. Max's usual confident demeanor was replaced by a shadow of uncertainty. She wanted to tell Lyra what was actually happening, yet something seemed to be holding her back. Maybe it was fear, or perhaps she didn't fully understand the situation herself. The tension in the air was palpable, and Lyra's protective instincts kicked in. "Alright," Lyra muttered softly, giving Max a reassuring smile. "Let's get out of here." She revved the engine, the powerful vibrations coursing through her body. As they sped away, the wind whipped through their hair, carrying away the unease of the moment.
Sober With You
s: you're tired of how everytime you want to hangout with eddie, he's high. especially when you want to tell him how you feel.
pairing: eddie munson x thicc!reader (f)
word count: 4.7k
warnings!: s4 vol1 and vol2 spoilers! (not really?), minor angst w/ happy ending, weed involved, alcohol involved, eddie is VERY anxious, anxiety, swearing/cursing, very brief mention of sex, two idiots in love, etc
note: pov switches! reader has thick thighs and stretch marks, im chubby and i dont remember what it was like to be skinny. eddie never died he's fine idc LMAO. reader is sort of innocent? not really, like she's aware of things but she doesn't like getting high or drinking, idk it just fits the storyline i had in mind better if she doesnt do that yk? not my favorite fic i've written but i think its worth the read :)
playlist. moodboard.
friday.
00:46 | third
Tapping her foot on the carpeted floor of her bedroom, she debated calling Eddie to see if he was home or maybe asleep. It was Friday night and they spent every Friday night watching movies in his trailer and talking nonsense. He would sometimes play guitar and she would sometimes read to him while running her finger through his hair. However, everytime, he smoked a blunt or drank beers till he said things he didnât understand himself. She nursed him to sleep and always took care of him during hangovers and when he blacked out. Even when he didnât drink hard, Eddie was a handful. He was a lot to handle sober, so even a little tipsy was too much. With hesitant steps, she waddled to the phone hanging by the kitchen and quickly dialed his number before she could regret it. She hadnât seen him that week, other than his daily picking her up and dropping her off, and she missed him. She couldnât help the thought maybe, just maybe he wonât get high this time. Even if there was no reason to believe this time would be different, she still blindly hoped it would be.
The phone rang a few times before she heard his groggy voice whisper into the phone, âHello?â
âHey, Eddie. Itâs meâŠâ She paused, whispering ao her parents didnât hear, âIt's Friday night so I was wondering if I could come over and if you wanted to watch a movie or something?â
She could hear a stifled yawn across the line, âOf course, sweetheart. How could I ever say no to you?â Even in his tired, whispered tone she could hear the humor in his voice.
With a soft laugh and a wide smile, âOkay, Iâll be there in a bit.â
After brief goodbyes, she went back to her room to quickly dress into something comfortable but cute. Some sweatpants and a t-shirt with a black sweater. She left the house as silently as she could before grabbing her mom's car keys to the dusty old Volkswagen her mom never drives, and driving to Eddieâs house in the dark of the night.
***
Four solid knocks and the door swung open to Eddie, standing in nothing but boxers and his Hellfire t-shirt âwhich looked rumpled as it clung to him, as if he rushed out of bed and shrugged it on before answering. His hair array, eyes droopy and yet, she couldnât imagine a world where her best friend wasnât the most beautiful man in existence.
âHey, you got here quick,â he smiled, holding his hand out for her to grab, âNo traffic at this hour, Iâm assuming.â
A quick, dry laugh and shifting to sit on his sofa, she turns to meet his doey brown eyes, âNone at all, the streets are barren. I couldnât imagine why!â
He always said he liked her best when she was sarcastic. So the smile on his face wasnât too surprising as it reached wider than space. He sat beside her and that's when she saw it. With a laugh, âYeah, everyone usually drives around at one im the morning!â There was a joint on the drawer where a lamp sat and a lighter beside it. Her smile fell into a frown. âHey, I know you said you wanted to watch a movie but how about we move to my room and just talk? Not really in the mood for TVâŠâ He turns and notices the frown on her lips. âYou okay, princess?â
She hums, âNothing⊠lets- yeah, lets move to your roomâŠâ She lifted herself off the sofa and walked to his room before he could even say anything else.
Still concerned, he takes his blunt, lights it, slips it between his lips and follows her. Sheâs already sat on his bed, fiddling with a strand of hair. After a drag,âYou sure youâre okay?â
âYeah!â It was high pitched and he didnât trust that tone for a second. However, it was clear she didnât want to talk about it so he dropped it.
After a curt nod, he walked over and sat next to her, âOkay, uh⊠whatâd you do today after school? I didnât see you and you didnât answer the phone so I was a little worriedâŠâ
She smiles briefly, his concern warming her heart for a moment but her smile quickly wipes away when the smell of marijuana hits her senses, âI was with Steve and Robin at the video store for a little then Steve drove me home and watched Fast Times with me.â
Eddie tilts his head, âWhat? You-You watched Fast Times with Steve alone?â
She laughs dryly, âYeah? Robin was gonna come but she had band practice at five soâŠâ she shrugs as a way to finish the sentence.
His eyes shift to stare at the floor, âoh, cool.â
âWhat about you? Whatâd you do?â
He wasnât gonna tell her that at the hour of three he waited at his van to drive her home, only to be disappointed when she didnât show. Then waited for hours by the phone till his uncle told him to get some rest cause Eddie hadnât realized it had been hours. But he also couldnât lie to her, no matter how hard he tried to. He simply couldnât. Instead, he told parts of the truth. âWell at four, I had a DnD campaign⊠then I drove home and ate some cereal⊠then I-uh⊠I just watched TV for a little. Then my uncle told me to go to bed while he was leaving for work so I just took a nap.â
She smiled again. âSounds⊠boring.â
He laughs, âIt was fucking miserable as hell.â He was far too anxious to be bored. He thought maybe she was mad at him, maybe she was hurt, maybe she was feeling upset and pushing him away or he did something wrong. She always rode home with him. Everyday. At seven thirty in the morning, sheâd be at his trailer door after biking to his house to drive with him to school. Just to be together. When school ended, they met at his car so he could drop her off at his trailer to ride her bike home. Just to have a brief chat after school, to work off the nerves and be together. Plus her parents werenât that fond of Eddie, they didnât have any problems with him but they didnât love him either. But she wasnât in his van. She wasnât there. He had DnD at four so he had to leave but he bounced his knee the whole time. He was overthinking all afternoon through to the evening without break. She didnât need to know that, though.
âI bet.â
The minutes ticked by and soon enough, they had talked about anything and everything and it was no longer midnight but four in the morning. She decided to sleep over after Eddie insisted that it was too dangerous for her to go out at this hour. She changed into one of his shirts and boxers to act as shorts, but his chest was barren of a shirt as he laid beside her. He had a couple beers and smoked a little more. Being both high and drunk, she knew some of the things he was saying wouldnât matter to him tomorrow. She knew if she told him what she wanted to tell him now, he wouldnât respond well. It wouldnât mean the same if she were to have told him sober. It also felt wrong. Like she was taking advantage of his vulnerable state to tell him something vulnerable. She felt like she couldnât trust his words when he was high. Whether he felt the same or not. Either way, she couldnât tell him. She was still a little angry. He was still high as he laid beside her, giggling at every word. But what he said that night frustrated her beyond belief. It was different. It shocked her as he never had the audacity before.
He whispered her name, and she turned to look at him. The moonlight hit her face just right and his filter was gone, âYou look so beautiful. You always look beautiful. Dâyou know that?â
Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, âGo to sleep, Eddie.â
âNo, then I canât see you. I want to see you. All of you, even your stretch marks. I donât care if you hate them because they are fucking awesome. You look so good in my shirts. Makes it look like⊠like youâre mine. Yâknow? Not Harringtons, mine.â He placed his hand on her cheek and brushed his finger on her cheekbone. âWhy wasnât I invited? I wouldâve loved to watch Fast Times with you and Steve âthe hairâ Harrington.â He muttered the name in a mocking dreamy tone.
Her eyes welled with tears. He had never said things like this when he was high. He had never confused her or frustrated her quite like this. The worst part is he didnât mean it. He was in lala land, far up in the clouds. She felt safe with him. But right now? He was hurting her. She felt guilty for being mad at him because he wasnât even aware he was hurting her. So, how could she be so angry with him when he was extremely clueless? She rolls over, smacking his hand away in the process. Her back now facing him, âGo to sleep, Munson.â
He was quiet for a moment, but with a pout on his lips, he wrapped his arms around her waist after a few minutes and held her close to him. He muttered a quick, âsorry.â
But it was too late. There were tears on her face and she had begun to shake. He had played with her heart and she couldnât tell him she loved him now. He had broken her heart and stomped on it. Bruised her internally. It was like a mockery, like he was mocking her. He was saying all the things she wanted to hear but he wasnât sober. He didnât mean any of it. Maybe she was being dramatic, but knowing that only worsened the pain. She wasnât gonna get any rest. He didnât need to know that, though.
saturday.
11:57 | third
In the morning, she was gone. His shirt and boxers that she borrowed were folded and placed on the side she was laying on. Eddie frowned in seeing she wasnât there. His memory was a little hazy but he felt something wasnât right. It wasnât just the fact that the pillow she laid her head on was wet with tears but it was a gut feeling. She always waited till he woke up before leaving. Always. Even if she slept over on a school night and she was going to be late to school. She still waited claiming, âIf youâre late, Iâm late.â
But she was gone.
It wasnât the hangover that made him dizzy but the fact that he could smell her shampoo on his sheets. It filled his senses and he felt a warmth embrace his heart.
Till he overthought. Only in this case, it wasnât overthinking.
She always helped him with hangovers. She made him a greasy breakfast with a glass of water and pain meds. Rubbed his back when he groaned from the pounding headache and made himself coffee. Sometimes, she would place her hands over his eyes when he said it was too bright. Her small hands covering his eyes as she giggled, asking âDid it work?â always gave him butterflies.
He always responded the same. âYes, sweetheart. Youâre magic.â
But the bed was empty. He couldnât smell any breakfast or coffee brewing. There were no pain meds on the counter. It was him, a wet pillow and a pounding headache.
He spent the rest of the day like Friday. Waiting by the phone till his uncle told him to cut it out.
sunday.
15:33 | third
She wasnât answering the phone. Her parents were out for work till Tuesday so he knew that sheâd be alone. He didnât want her to feel lonely. That was definitely all it was and not that he ached to see her.
It had been a little over twenty-four hours without her and he was slowly losing his mind.
He couldnât remember what he said. He tried. He thought maybe he did something that upset her. Which ensued hours of him staring out the window as he tried to figure out what he couldâve said or done. But he came up blank every single time. He decided to go to her house.
At three thirty-three on a Sunday, Eddie finds himself at her door, bouncing on the heels of his feet and chewing on his lip.
But Steve Harringon opens the door.
âSteve! Hey, man, whatâre you doing here?â He didnât mean for it to sound so accusatory.
âNothing, Y/Nâs just not feeling well so I came over to help out,â He gave Eddie a closed lip smile, âSomething I can help you with, man?â
He scratches the back of his neck, âActually, I was hoping I could talk to Y/N? She hasnât been answering the phone so I was worriedâŠâ
Eddie was her best friend. But the way Steve was looking at him made him feel like he was an outsider. Like he didnât know her at all. Like he was replaced.
Because if she were sick, wouldnât she call him? Sheâs called me before⊠Iâve helped her everytime she was sick⊠Why would she call Steve over me?
âOh⊠we didnât hear it. With Nancy comforting her nonstop and the TV on, I guess it drowned outâŠâ Steve shrugs.
He sees the way Eddieâs face drops. The way he stills and mutters an, âOh. Okay. Just⊠tell her to call me when she canâŠâ he goes to turn away and returns home, but Steve grabs his wrist and turns to face him.
âYou alright, Munson?â
Eddieâs eyes water, âYeah, man. Just been really worriedâŠâ Steve gives him a knowing glare and frowns as Eddieâs voice cracks. Steve was aware of Eddieâs feelings. Almost everyone could tell but Y/N. Steve pulls Eddie into a brief hug and pats his back.
âIâll tell her to call,â Steve gives him one last tight lipped smile before walking back inside, âSee yaâ later, Munson.â
âLater, Harrington.â
The whole drive home, Eddie had a stone cold stare on the road. Black Sabbath played on the radio but for once, he wasnât really listening.
When gets to his trailer, he doesnât wait for the phone to ring. He trusts Steve told her to call but he knows she probably wonât if sheâs truly unwell, and especially not if it was a lie to cover up her being upset with him. He heads straight for a shower then for bed.
But he struggles to sleep.
He still thinks of her.
monday.
9:45 | eddie
She is definitely fucking ignoring me.
I canât help but frown as she walks past me like she doesnât know me. I didnât speak. I didnât know what to say. What does one say when the person that means everything to them walks past as if they donât exist? It was out of the ordinary so I froze. Stuck in place I watch her retreating form enter a classroom. My heart clenched and I suddenly felt nauseous. I get anxious⊠but never quite like this. That girl is destroying me and doesnât even realize it. Or maybe she does. Maybe thatâs why sheâs ignoring me? Maybe I accidentally told her? I could say it was a lie⊠but it wasnât.
âEddie!â
Maybe I didnât. Maybe I said something really meanâŠ
âHello? Eddie!â
Maybe I told her how I want to hold her in my arms after making lo-
âEddie! What the hell are you looking at?â Finally turning to see Dustin looking up at me, furrowed brows and parted mouth.
Swallowing hard, I glanced at the door one more time before shrugging. âNothing, what's up, man?â
Raising a brow, Dustin asks, âYou sure? You werenât looking at the door because Y/Nâs in that class, right?â The curly brunette had a little smug smirk on face, âIf you need help with getting a girlfriend, I have some tips.â
Scoffing, I shake my head, âI donât need help, Henderson. And no. We talked about this.â
I start walking toward my class but the little shrimp follows me. âSure, sure. The olâ âNo! I am not in love with my best friend!â Even though she is literally the coolest person ever! Sheâs smart and funny and sometimes way more metal than-â I turn and give him a death glare that threatens him to finish that sentence. âOkay⊠just as metal as you.â
With a sigh, I stop walking and turn to him, âWell, the coolest person ever is ignoring me. So, unless you have any tips on how to get the coolest person ever to acknowledge me, please! Stop talking about it.â
I didn't mean to be rude. I was genuinely frustrated with the whole ordeal. I was beginning to be more than sad. I was angry. Why canât she just talk to me?
âWho is the coolest person ever?â Our heads snap to Robin, who is now standing by the water fountain. She wipes her mouth of the excess water.
âY/N. Eddie likes her.â Dustin blourts.
âDude!â I punched his shoulder.
âOw! What?-â
âI already knew.â Robin laughs. Again, we look at the freckled face girl.
âWhat? How?â I donât have the energy to deny it anymore.
âDude, we can all tell. Youâre not exactly discreet. You look at the girl like she's heaven or⊠Black Sab-Sab- Whatever the fuck and drive her to and from school everyday. Iâm surprised you didnât walk in with her today,â Robin pauses, chuckling. âOh, and you always buy her the cutest little presents. Didnât you buy her a teddy bear with a hellfire shirt on her birthday? So cute!â
âOkay, one, it's Black Sabbath. Two, she⊠she didnât show up this morning so I was actually late today. Three, the teddy bear came with a necklace that almost left me bankrupt. Now, who the hell knows about my⊠my âcrushâ or whatever.â
Robin and Dustin glance at each other and in unison, âEveryone.â
***
After finding out that everyone and their grandmother knew about my love for my best friend, I had an added stressor. The day passed with me tapping my foot on the tiles, hiding in the bathroom, and watching Y/N with eager eyes. She didnât look up at me once. Dustin was actually teasing me less and being more comforting after he saw how antsy I was actually feeling. I could feel everyone's eyes at my table burning into me. But still. I didnât look away. She sat at another table. She never does that. She sits beside me, a queen beside her king. But there she was till she finished eating and left. She looked solemn, like she didnât enjoy her new seating arrangement.
When the clock struck three, I found Steve Harrington's car parked outside the school. I was blinded by an emotion I rarely experienced. It was green, it was red. I slapped my hands on the open window sill.
âJesus! Munson! What the hell, man?â
âWhyâd you lie to me? Sheâs ignoring me, Harrington. Ignoring. I know you know I like her, apparently fucking everyone does. So, why didnât you tell me that sheâs ignoring me?â I was blinded by fury. Jealousy. Anger. âWhy are you picking her up? Why canât she even get in a fucking car with me?â
Sighing, Steveâs brown eyes met mine, I see the regret and the pity. âItâs- Itâs not you.â
âReally? Why didnât she answer the phone? Why is she avoiding me?â
âOkay, okay! She told us to not answer the phone⊠she just didnât wanna be disturbed. Sheâs not feeling well. Nothing personalâŠâ Steve looked me up and down before sighing. âOkay⊠maybe a little personalâŠâ He opened the car door and I backed away. He stood before me and finally came clean. âThe other night, you said something. She wonât tell me what but whatever it was⊠it fucked her up. So, me and Nancy were just hanging out with her till she calmed down. When you left I asked her to call but she said no. She called me during lunch and asked if I could pick her up⊠It didnât feel right âcause I know that's your thing but she was crying so it felt wrong to say no.â
Nodding slowly, my big brown eyes look at the floor. So, I did fuck up.
âI⊠I hurt her?â I met his eyes again. He nods. I lose my train of thought. Any green or red within dissipated and I was left blue. I didn't realize when I started crying or when Steve hugged me. But over his shoulder, I see her. She stood at the doors. Eyes meeting mine. Something flashes in them.
I pull away from the hug. âThanks. See you later.â
I rushed to my van.
I rushed home.
I rushed to bed.
I donât wait for the phone to ring. Even though it did. It rang twice.
I ignored it.
I didnât go to school Tuesday. Or Wednesday. But I went on Thursday.
And I had a plan.
thursday.
12:17 | third
Y/N was sitting at her new table, all alone and sipping on a carton of apple juice. Eddie was watching but this time with a smirk. He was going to find out what he said, if its the last thing he did. He stood from the table. Mike and Dustinâs eyes followed him but Gareth and Jeff remained looking at their food, used to Eddieâs antics. He walked towards Y/Nâs table. Her elbow on the table and cheek in her palm. She wasnât aware that he was nearing her, but his eyes never left her. He plopped in the seat across from her and placed his head in his hands, elbows on the table. He had a big smile on his face.
âHey, sweetheart.â Her eyes widened and she put the drink down. âYou've been ignoring me a bit.â
âNo, justâŠâ Her eyes move to the table.
âAvoiding? Acting like I donât exist?â He crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward.
âI tried calling Monday.â She looked up into his big doe eyes but he was fiddling with his rings.
âYeah, after I found out from someone else that I hurt you,â He paused and looked up, staring into her eyes, âWhy couldnât you just come to me? I thought we trusted each other? That we were best friends?â
âWe are!â She leaned forward.
They were close. They both realized it. Two heartbeats racing and both oblivious.
âThen why not come to me? Why not talk about it? You know Iâd always be here for you, even if I say stupid shit high.â He tilts his head, secretly taking advantage of the close proximity to examine her features and smell that shampoo she left behind on his sheets.
âThatâs the problem! Okay? Youâre always high or drunk. Am I that obnoxious that you canât stand to hang out with me sober?â She stood abruptly and took her tray with her. He was sat frozen for a moment before he comprehended what just occurred. She had tossed the trash on the tray out and placed it on the designated counter. He stood and followed her outside, where he found her walking toward the phone booth.
âUh-uh, this isnât over, princess!â He grabs her wrist and turns her to him. âWhat do you mean? Of course youâre not obnoxious, why would you think that?â
âHow could I not? Why else are you always under the influence? I know I donât do that stuff so maybe Iâm boring or something, I just- I donât know.â There were tears in her eyes, she really didnât want to have this conversation. She looks to the ground for some comfort. âItâs stupid and Iâm insecure but I really just have this uncontrollable feeing that I canât tell you some things when youâre high. Iâm sorry, I know there was a better way to deal with all this and I-Iâm a coward. I just- I was scared to talk about it. I feel like an idiot. I donât mind you getting high or drunk, itâs your body so you can do whatever. Itâd just be nice if you werenât fucked up eveytime we hung out.â
He grabs her chin with his pointer finger and thumb, pulls her to meet his eyes. âYouâre not an idiot. Okay? Donât cry, baby.â He pulled her into a hug after slipping a new nickname.
âIâm sorry for ignoring you, I know youâve been anxious lately. It was wrong of me to leave you. Iâm so sorry.â She cried into his chest.
âHey, itâs okay. I promise. Iâm sorry for making you feel that way. For always being stoned. I need to ask you something, though.â
âYes?â She pulled away.
âWhat did I say Friday night?â
She was silent and began chewing her lip, âY-you⊠said a lot of stuff.â
âLike?â
âLike⊠uh, that Iâm pretty. That you like to-to see me in your shirts and that you like how it looks like Iâm yours when I wear them⊠You were a little jealous of Steve by the sound of itâŠâ
His eyes widened and he swallowed. The memory flooded back in.
âYou look so good in my shirts. âMakes it look like⊠like youâre mine. Yknow? Not Harringtons, mine.â
âOhâŠâ He muttered.
âYeahâŠâ
âW-Well⊠whatâs so wrong with that? We can still be friends even if I-I want you to be mine⊠I would hope that wouldnât push you away.. I⊠Well, I was a little jealous of Harrington because⊠like, you shouldnât be alone watching movies with questionable distance between you âcause who knows what could happen! I wouldnât want that especially when I want you to be mine so⊠and you are pretty! Thatâs a given, we already knew this. We all did apparently! Fucking everyone in Hawkins knows Iâm obsessed with you, so I-I donât see why it warranted you ignoring meâŠI bet even the teddy bear I bought you for your birthday knows, I figured you mightâve too. But I donât see why that has to tear us apart, youâre my best friend and I canât promise Iâll get over it! But if you marry someone else, Iâll support it because I just need you to be happy even if it-â She put her hand over his mouth.
âShut up!â She had a mouth splitting grin on her lips. âEddie Munson, I ignored you because I thought you were lying. I love you. The thought of you lying hurt too much. I wanted you sober so I could say that I love you. God, I hope you donât want me to marry someone elseâŠâ
She moves her hand to let him speak, âDear god, no. Iâd rather lose my guitarâŠâ She looks at him skeptical. âOkay, maybe not but you get it okay.â
She giggled and that sound filled his ears straight to his heart.
âYou love me?â He asked, a smirk on his face.
âYes. Took way too long to tell you.â She stood on her tippy-toes and gave him a brief peck on the lips.
âJesus, if I knew I could get this sooner, I wouldâve quit altogetherâŠâ She looked skeptical again. âOkay, fine! Not really but you get it, okay? Câmere.â
He grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in, pressing her lips against his for longer. She could feel the cold metal of his rings on her warm cheeks and the softness of his lips that danced with hers. Her hands wrapped around his waist. She didnât realize when his tongue entered her mouth but she knew one thing.
She wanted this moment to last forever. They pulled away, eyes glazed over with pure adoration.
He whispered, âKiss me like this everyday?â She nodded. Eddie smiled softly. âGood. You donât have to worry anymore, sweetheart. Iâll gladly be sober with you.â
Sober With You
s: you're tired of how everytime you want to hangout with eddie, he's high. especially when you want to tell him how you feel.
pairing: eddie munson x thicc!reader (f)
word count: 4.7k
warnings!: s4 vol1 and vol2 spoilers! (not really?), minor angst w/ happy ending, weed involved, alcohol involved, eddie is VERY anxious, anxiety, swearing/cursing, very brief mention of sex, two idiots in love, etc
note: pov switches! reader has thick thighs and stretch marks, im chubby and i dont remember what it was like to be skinny. eddie never died he's fine idc LMAO. reader is sort of innocent? not really, like she's aware of things but she doesn't like getting high or drinking, idk it just fits the storyline i had in mind better if she doesnt do that yk? not my favorite fic i've written but i think its worth the read :)
playlist. moodboard. masterlist.
friday.
00:46 | third
Tapping her foot on the carpeted floor of her bedroom, she debated calling Eddie to see if he was home or maybe asleep. It was Friday night and they spent every Friday night watching movies in his trailer and talking nonsense. He would sometimes play guitar and she would sometimes read to him while running her finger through his hair. However, everytime, he smoked a blunt or drank beers till he said things he didnât understand himself. She nursed him to sleep and always took care of him during hangovers and when he blacked out. Even when he didnât drink hard, Eddie was a handful. He was a lot to handle sober, so even a little tipsy was too much. With hesitant steps, she waddled to the phone hanging by the kitchen and quickly dialed his number before she could regret it. She hadnât seen him that week, other than his daily picking her up and dropping her off, and she missed him. She couldnât help the thought maybe, just maybe he wonât get high this time. Even if there was no reason to believe this time would be different, she still blindly hoped it would be.
The phone rang a few times before she heard his groggy voice whisper into the phone, âHello?â
âHey, Eddie. Itâs meâŠâ She paused, whispering ao her parents didnât hear, âIt's Friday night so I was wondering if I could come over and if you wanted to watch a movie or something?â
She could hear a stifled yawn across the line, âOf course, sweetheart. How could I ever say no to you?â Even in his tired, whispered tone she could hear the humor in his voice.
With a soft laugh and a wide smile, âOkay, Iâll be there in a bit.â
After brief goodbyes, she went back to her room to quickly dress into something comfortable but cute. Some sweatpants and a t-shirt with a black sweater. She left the house as silently as she could before grabbing her mom's car keys to the dusty old Volkswagen her mom never drives, and driving to Eddieâs house in the dark of the night.
***
Four solid knocks and the door swung open to Eddie, standing in nothing but boxers and his Hellfire t-shirt âwhich looked rumpled as it clung to him, as if he rushed out of bed and shrugged it on before answering. His hair array, eyes droopy and yet, she couldnât imagine a world where her best friend wasnât the most beautiful man in existence.
âHey, you got here quick,â he smiled, holding his hand out for her to grab, âNo traffic at this hour, Iâm assuming.â
A quick, dry laugh and shifting to sit on his sofa, she turns to meet his doey brown eyes, âNone at all, the streets are barren. I couldnât imagine why!â
He always said he liked her best when she was sarcastic. So the smile on his face wasnât too surprising as it reached wider than space. He sat beside her and that's when she saw it. With a laugh, âYeah, everyone usually drives around at one im the morning!â There was a joint on the drawer where a lamp sat and a lighter beside it. Her smile fell into a frown. âHey, I know you said you wanted to watch a movie but how about we move to my room and just talk? Not really in the mood for TVâŠâ He turns and notices the frown on her lips. âYou okay, princess?â
She hums, âNothing⊠lets- yeah, lets move to your roomâŠâ She lifted herself off the sofa and walked to his room before he could even say anything else.
Still concerned, he takes his blunt, lights it, slips it between his lips and follows her. Sheâs already sat on his bed, fiddling with a strand of hair. After a drag,âYou sure youâre okay?â
âYeah!â It was high pitched and he didnât trust that tone for a second. However, it was clear she didnât want to talk about it so he dropped it.
After a curt nod, he walked over and sat next to her, âOkay, uh⊠whatâd you do today after school? I didnât see you and you didnât answer the phone so I was a little worriedâŠâ
She smiles briefly, his concern warming her heart for a moment but her smile quickly wipes away when the smell of marijuana hits her senses, âI was with Steve and Robin at the video store for a little then Steve drove me home and watched Fast Times with me.â
Eddie tilts his head, âWhat? You-You watched Fast Times with Steve alone?â
She laughs dryly, âYeah? Robin was gonna come but she had band practice at five soâŠâ she shrugs as a way to finish the sentence.
His eyes shift to stare at the floor, âoh, cool.â
âWhat about you? Whatâd you do?â
He wasnât gonna tell her that at the hour of three he waited at his van to drive her home, only to be disappointed when she didnât show. Then waited for hours by the phone till his uncle told him to get some rest cause Eddie hadnât realized it had been hours. But he also couldnât lie to her, no matter how hard he tried to. He simply couldnât. Instead, he told parts of the truth. âWell at four, I had a DnD campaign⊠then I drove home and ate some cereal⊠then I-uh⊠I just watched TV for a little. Then my uncle told me to go to bed while he was leaving for work so I just took a nap.â
She smiled again. âSounds⊠boring.â
He laughs, âIt was fucking miserable as hell.â He was far too anxious to be bored. He thought maybe she was mad at him, maybe she was hurt, maybe she was feeling upset and pushing him away or he did something wrong. She always rode home with him. Everyday. At seven thirty in the morning, sheâd be at his trailer door after biking to his house to drive with him to school. Just to be together. When school ended, they met at his car so he could drop her off at his trailer to ride her bike home. Just to have a brief chat after school, to work off the nerves and be together. Plus her parents werenât that fond of Eddie, they didnât have any problems with him but they didnât love him either. But she wasnât in his van. She wasnât there. He had DnD at four so he had to leave but he bounced his knee the whole time. He was overthinking all afternoon through to the evening without break. She didnât need to know that, though.
âI bet.â
The minutes ticked by and soon enough, they had talked about anything and everything and it was no longer midnight but four in the morning. She decided to sleep over after Eddie insisted that it was too dangerous for her to go out at this hour. She changed into one of his shirts and boxers to act as shorts, but his chest was barren of a shirt as he laid beside her. He had a couple beers and smoked a little more. Being both high and drunk, she knew some of the things he was saying wouldnât matter to him tomorrow. She knew if she told him what she wanted to tell him now, he wouldnât respond well. It wouldnât mean the same if she were to have told him sober. It also felt wrong. Like she was taking advantage of his vulnerable state to tell him something vulnerable. She felt like she couldnât trust his words when he was high. Whether he felt the same or not. Either way, she couldnât tell him. She was still a little angry. He was still high as he laid beside her, giggling at every word. But what he said that night frustrated her beyond belief. It was different. It shocked her as he never had the audacity before.
He whispered her name, and she turned to look at him. The moonlight hit her face just right and his filter was gone, âYou look so beautiful. You always look beautiful. Dâyou know that?â
Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, âGo to sleep, Eddie.â
âNo, then I canât see you. I want to see you. All of you, even your stretch marks. I donât care if you hate them because they are fucking awesome. You look so good in my shirts. Makes it look like⊠like youâre mine. Yâknow? Not Harringtons, mine.â He placed his hand on her cheek and brushed his finger on her cheekbone. âWhy wasnât I invited? I wouldâve loved to watch Fast Times with you and Steve âthe hairâ Harrington.â He muttered the name in a mocking dreamy tone.
Her eyes welled with tears. He had never said things like this when he was high. He had never confused her or frustrated her quite like this. The worst part is he didnât mean it. He was in lala land, far up in the clouds. She felt safe with him. But right now? He was hurting her. She felt guilty for being mad at him because he wasnât even aware he was hurting her. So, how could she be so angry with him when he was extremely clueless? She rolls over, smacking his hand away in the process. Her back now facing him, âGo to sleep, Munson.â
He was quiet for a moment, but with a pout on his lips, he wrapped his arms around her waist after a few minutes and held her close to him. He muttered a quick, âsorry.â
But it was too late. There were tears on her face and she had begun to shake. He had played with her heart and she couldnât tell him she loved him now. He had broken her heart and stomped on it. Bruised her internally. It was like a mockery, like he was mocking her. He was saying all the things she wanted to hear but he wasnât sober. He didnât mean any of it. Maybe she was being dramatic, but knowing that only worsened the pain. She wasnât gonna get any rest. He didnât need to know that, though.
saturday.
11:57 | third
In the morning, she was gone. His shirt and boxers that she borrowed were folded and placed on the side she was laying on. Eddie frowned in seeing she wasnât there. His memory was a little hazy but he felt something wasnât right. It wasnât just the fact that the pillow she laid her head on was wet with tears but it was a gut feeling. She always waited till he woke up before leaving. Always. Even if she slept over on a school night and she was going to be late to school. She still waited claiming, âIf youâre late, Iâm late.â
But she was gone.
It wasnât the hangover that made him dizzy but the fact that he could smell her shampoo on his sheets. It filled his senses and he felt a warmth embrace his heart.
Till he overthought. Only in this case, it wasnât overthinking.
She always helped him with hangovers. She made him a greasy breakfast with a glass of water and pain meds. Rubbed his back when he groaned from the pounding headache and made himself coffee. Sometimes, she would place her hands over his eyes when he said it was too bright. Her small hands covering his eyes as she giggled, asking âDid it work?â always gave him butterflies.
He always responded the same. âYes, sweetheart. Youâre magic.â
But the bed was empty. He couldnât smell any breakfast or coffee brewing. There were no pain meds on the counter. It was him, a wet pillow and a pounding headache.
He spent the rest of the day like Friday. Waiting by the phone till his uncle told him to cut it out.
sunday.
15:33 | third
She wasnât answering the phone. Her parents were out for work till Tuesday so he knew that sheâd be alone. He didnât want her to feel lonely. That was definitely all it was and not that he ached to see her.
It had been a little over twenty-four hours without her and he was slowly losing his mind.
He couldnât remember what he said. He tried. He thought maybe he did something that upset her. Which ensued hours of him staring out the window as he tried to figure out what he couldâve said or done. But he came up blank every single time. He decided to go to her house.
At three thirty-three on a Sunday, Eddie finds himself at her door, bouncing on the heels of his feet and chewing on his lip.
But Steve Harringon opens the door.
âSteve! Hey, man, whatâre you doing here?â He didnât mean for it to sound so accusatory.
âNothing, Y/Nâs just not feeling well so I came over to help out,â He gave Eddie a closed lip smile, âSomething I can help you with, man?â
He scratches the back of his neck, âActually, I was hoping I could talk to Y/N? She hasnât been answering the phone so I was worriedâŠâ
Eddie was her best friend. But the way Steve was looking at him made him feel like he was an outsider. Like he didnât know her at all. Like he was replaced.
Because if she were sick, wouldnât she call him? Sheâs called me before⊠Iâve helped her everytime she was sick⊠Why would she call Steve over me?
âOh⊠we didnât hear it. With Nancy comforting her nonstop and the TV on, I guess it drowned outâŠâ Steve shrugs.
He sees the way Eddieâs face drops. The way he stills and mutters an, âOh. Okay. Just⊠tell her to call me when she canâŠâ he goes to turn away and returns home, but Steve grabs his wrist and turns to face him.
âYou alright, Munson?â
Eddieâs eyes water, âYeah, man. Just been really worriedâŠâ Steve gives him a knowing glare and frowns as Eddieâs voice cracks. Steve was aware of Eddieâs feelings. Almost everyone could tell but Y/N. Steve pulls Eddie into a brief hug and pats his back.
âIâll tell her to call,â Steve gives him one last tight lipped smile before walking back inside, âSee yaâ later, Munson.â
âLater, Harrington.â
The whole drive home, Eddie had a stone cold stare on the road. Black Sabbath played on the radio but for once, he wasnât really listening.
When gets to his trailer, he doesnât wait for the phone to ring. He trusts Steve told her to call but he knows she probably wonât if sheâs truly unwell, and especially not if it was a lie to cover up her being upset with him. He heads straight for a shower then for bed.
But he struggles to sleep.
He still thinks of her.
monday.
9:45 | eddie
She is definitely fucking ignoring me.
I canât help but frown as she walks past me like she doesnât know me. I didnât speak. I didnât know what to say. What does one say when the person that means everything to them walks past as if they donât exist? It was out of the ordinary so I froze. Stuck in place I watch her retreating form enter a classroom. My heart clenched and I suddenly felt nauseous. I get anxious⊠but never quite like this. That girl is destroying me and doesnât even realize it. Or maybe she does. Maybe thatâs why sheâs ignoring me? Maybe I accidentally told her? I could say it was a lie⊠but it wasnât.
âEddie!â
Maybe I didnât. Maybe I said something really meanâŠ
âHello? Eddie!â
Maybe I told her how I want to hold her in my arms after making lo-
âEddie! What the hell are you looking at?â Finally turning to see Dustin looking up at me, furrowed brows and parted mouth.
Swallowing hard, I glanced at the door one more time before shrugging. âNothing, what's up, man?â
Raising a brow, Dustin asks, âYou sure? You werenât looking at the door because Y/Nâs in that class, right?â The curly brunette had a little smug smirk on face, âIf you need help with getting a girlfriend, I have some tips.â
Scoffing, I shake my head, âI donât need help, Henderson. And no. We talked about this.â
I start walking toward my class but the little shrimp follows me. âSure, sure. The olâ âNo! I am not in love with my best friend!â Even though she is literally the coolest person ever! Sheâs smart and funny and sometimes way more metal than-â I turn and give him a death glare that threatens him to finish that sentence. âOkay⊠just as metal as you.â
With a sigh, I stop walking and turn to him, âWell, the coolest person ever is ignoring me. So, unless you have any tips on how to get the coolest person ever to acknowledge me, please! Stop talking about it.â
I didn't mean to be rude. I was genuinely frustrated with the whole ordeal. I was beginning to be more than sad. I was angry. Why canât she just talk to me?
âWho is the coolest person ever?â Our heads snap to Robin, who is now standing by the water fountain. She wipes her mouth of the excess water.
âY/N. Eddie likes her.â Dustin blourts.
âDude!â I punched his shoulder.
âOw! What?-â
âI already knew.â Robin laughs. Again, we look at the freckled face girl.
âWhat? How?â I donât have the energy to deny it anymore.
âDude, we can all tell. Youâre not exactly discreet. You look at the girl like she's heaven or⊠Black Sab-Sab- Whatever the fuck and drive her to and from school everyday. Iâm surprised you didnât walk in with her today,â Robin pauses, chuckling. âOh, and you always buy her the cutest little presents. Didnât you buy her a teddy bear with a hellfire shirt on her birthday? So cute!â
âOkay, one, it's Black Sabbath. Two, she⊠she didnât show up this morning so I was actually late today. Three, the teddy bear came with a necklace that almost left me bankrupt. Now, who the hell knows about my⊠my âcrushâ or whatever.â
Robin and Dustin glance at each other and in unison, âEveryone.â
***
After finding out that everyone and their grandmother knew about my love for my best friend, I had an added stressor. The day passed with me tapping my foot on the tiles, hiding in the bathroom, and watching Y/N with eager eyes. She didnât look up at me once. Dustin was actually teasing me less and being more comforting after he saw how antsy I was actually feeling. I could feel everyone's eyes at my table burning into me. But still. I didnât look away. She sat at another table. She never does that. She sits beside me, a queen beside her king. But there she was till she finished eating and left. She looked solemn, like she didnât enjoy her new seating arrangement.
When the clock struck three, I found Steve Harrington's car parked outside the school. I was blinded by an emotion I rarely experienced. It was green, it was red. I slapped my hands on the open window sill.
âJesus! Munson! What the hell, man?â
âWhyâd you lie to me? Sheâs ignoring me, Harrington. Ignoring. I know you know I like her, apparently fucking everyone does. So, why didnât you tell me that sheâs ignoring me?â I was blinded by fury. Jealousy. Anger. âWhy are you picking her up? Why canât she even get in a fucking car with me?â
Sighing, Steveâs brown eyes met mine, I see the regret and the pity. âItâs- Itâs not you.â
âReally? Why didnât she answer the phone? Why is she avoiding me?â
âOkay, okay! She told us to not answer the phone⊠she just didnât wanna be disturbed. Sheâs not feeling well. Nothing personalâŠâ Steve looked me up and down before sighing. âOkay⊠maybe a little personalâŠâ He opened the car door and I backed away. He stood before me and finally came clean. âThe other night, you said something. She wonât tell me what but whatever it was⊠it fucked her up. So, me and Nancy were just hanging out with her till she calmed down. When you left I asked her to call but she said no. She called me during lunch and asked if I could pick her up⊠It didnât feel right âcause I know that's your thing but she was crying so it felt wrong to say no.â
Nodding slowly, my big brown eyes look at the floor. So, I did fuck up.
âI⊠I hurt her?â I met his eyes again. He nods. I lose my train of thought. Any green or red within dissipated and I was left blue. I didn't realize when I started crying or when Steve hugged me. But over his shoulder, I see her. She stood at the doors. Eyes meeting mine. Something flashes in them.
I pull away from the hug. âThanks. See you later.â
I rushed to my van.
I rushed home.
I rushed to bed.
I donât wait for the phone to ring. Even though it did. It rang twice.
I ignored it.
I didnât go to school Tuesday. Or Wednesday. But I went on Thursday.
And I had a plan.
thursday.
12:17 | third
Y/N was sitting at her new table, all alone and sipping on a carton of apple juice. Eddie was watching but this time with a smirk. He was going to find out what he said, if its the last thing he did. He stood from the table. Mike and Dustinâs eyes followed him but Gareth and Jeff remained looking at their food, used to Eddieâs antics. He walked towards Y/Nâs table. Her elbow on the table and cheek in her palm. She wasnât aware that he was nearing her, but his eyes never left her. He plopped in the seat across from her and placed his head in his hands, elbows on the table. He had a big smile on his face.
âHey, sweetheart.â Her eyes widened and she put the drink down. âYou've been ignoring me a bit.â
âNo, justâŠâ Her eyes move to the table.
âAvoiding? Acting like I donât exist?â He crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward.
âI tried calling Monday.â She looked up into his big doe eyes but he was fiddling with his rings.
âYeah, after I found out from someone else that I hurt you,â He paused and looked up, staring into her eyes, âWhy couldnât you just come to me? I thought we trusted each other? That we were best friends?â
âWe are!â She leaned forward.
They were close. They both realized it. Two heartbeats racing and both oblivious.
âThen why not come to me? Why not talk about it? You know Iâd always be here for you, even if I say stupid shit high.â He tilts his head, secretly taking advantage of the close proximity to examine her features and smell that shampoo she left behind on his sheets.
âThatâs the problem! Okay? Youâre always high or drunk. Am I that obnoxious that you canât stand to hang out with me sober?â She stood abruptly and took her tray with her. He was sat frozen for a moment before he comprehended what just occurred. She had tossed the trash on the tray out and placed it on the designated counter. He stood and followed her outside, where he found her walking toward the phone booth.
âUh-uh, this isnât over, princess!â He grabs her wrist and turns her to him. âWhat do you mean? Of course youâre not obnoxious, why would you think that?â
âHow could I not? Why else are you always under the influence? I know I donât do that stuff so maybe Iâm boring or something, I just- I donât know.â There were tears in her eyes, she really didnât want to have this conversation. She looks to the ground for some comfort. âItâs stupid and Iâm insecure but I really just have this uncontrollable feeing that I canât tell you some things when youâre high. Iâm sorry, I know there was a better way to deal with all this and I-Iâm a coward. I just- I was scared to talk about it. I feel like an idiot. I donât mind you getting high or drunk, itâs your body so you can do whatever. Itâd just be nice if you werenât fucked up eveytime we hung out.â
He grabs her chin with his pointer finger and thumb, pulls her to meet his eyes. âYouâre not an idiot. Okay? Donât cry, baby.â He pulled her into a hug after slipping a new nickname.
âIâm sorry for ignoring you, I know youâve been anxious lately. It was wrong of me to leave you. Iâm so sorry.â She cried into his chest.
âHey, itâs okay. I promise. Iâm sorry for making you feel that way. For always being stoned. I need to ask you something, though.â
âYes?â She pulled away.
âWhat did I say Friday night?â
She was silent and began chewing her lip, âY-you⊠said a lot of stuff.â
âLike?â
âLike⊠uh, that Iâm pretty. That you like to-to see me in your shirts and that you like how it looks like Iâm yours when I wear them⊠You were a little jealous of Steve by the sound of itâŠâ
His eyes widened and he swallowed. The memory flooded back in.
âYou look so good in my shirts. âMakes it look like⊠like youâre mine. Yknow? Not Harringtons, mine.â
âOhâŠâ He muttered.
âYeahâŠâ
âW-Well⊠whatâs so wrong with that? We can still be friends even if I-I want you to be mine⊠I would hope that wouldnât push you away.. I⊠Well, I was a little jealous of Harrington because⊠like, you shouldnât be alone watching movies with questionable distance between you âcause who knows what could happen! I wouldnât want that especially when I want you to be mine so⊠and you are pretty! Thatâs a given, we already knew this. We all did apparently! Fucking everyone in Hawkins knows Iâm obsessed with you, so I-I donât see why it warranted you ignoring meâŠI bet even the teddy bear I bought you for your birthday knows, I figured you mightâve too. But I donât see why that has to tear us apart, youâre my best friend and I canât promise Iâll get over it! But if you marry someone else, Iâll support it because I just need you to be happy even if it-â She put her hand over his mouth.
âShut up!â She had a mouth splitting grin on her lips. âEddie Munson, I ignored you because I thought you were lying. I love you. The thought of you lying hurt too much. I wanted you sober so I could say that I love you. God, I hope you donât want me to marry someone elseâŠâ
She moves her hand to let him speak, âDear god, no. Iâd rather lose my guitarâŠâ She looks at him skeptical. âOkay, maybe not but you get it okay.â
She giggled and that sound filled his ears straight to his heart.
âYou love me?â He asked, a smirk on his face.
âYes. Took way too long to tell you.â She stood on her tippy-toes and gave him a brief peck on the lips.
âJesus, if I knew I could get this sooner, I wouldâve quit altogetherâŠâ She looked skeptical again. âOkay, fine! Not really but you get it, okay? Câmere.â
He grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in, pressing her lips against his for longer. She could feel the cold metal of his rings on her warm cheeks and the softness of his lips that danced with hers. Her hands wrapped around his waist. She didnât realize when his tongue entered her mouth but she knew one thing.
She wanted this moment to last forever. They pulled away, eyes glazed over with pure adoration.
He whispered, âKiss me like this everyday?â She nodded. Eddie smiled softly. âGood. You donât have to worry anymore, sweetheart. Iâll gladly be sober with you.â
Sober With You
s: you're tired of how everytime you want to hangout with eddie, he's high. especially when you want to tell him how you feel.
pairing: eddie munson x thicc!reader (f)
word count: 4.7k
warnings!: s4 vol1 and vol2 spoilers! (not really?), minor angst w/ happy ending, weed involved, alcohol involved, eddie is VERY anxious, anxiety, swearing/cursing, very brief mention of sex, two idiots in love, etc
note: pov switches! reader has thick thighs and stretch marks, im chubby and i dont remember what it was like to be skinny. eddie never died he's fine idc LMAO. reader is sort of innocent? not really, like she's aware of things but she doesn't like getting high or drinking, idk it just fits the storyline i had in mind better if she doesnt do that yk? not my favorite fic i've written but i think its worth the read :)
playlist. moodboard. masterlist.
friday.
00:46 | third
Tapping her foot on the carpeted floor of her bedroom, she debated calling Eddie to see if he was home or maybe asleep. It was Friday night and they spent every Friday night watching movies in his trailer and talking nonsense. He would sometimes play guitar and she would sometimes read to him while running her finger through his hair. However, everytime, he smoked a blunt or drank beers till he said things he didnât understand himself. She nursed him to sleep and always took care of him during hangovers and when he blacked out. Even when he didnât drink hard, Eddie was a handful. He was a lot to handle sober, so even a little tipsy was too much. With hesitant steps, she waddled to the phone hanging by the kitchen and quickly dialed his number before she could regret it. She hadnât seen him that week, other than his daily picking her up and dropping her off, and she missed him. She couldnât help the thought maybe, just maybe he wonât get high this time. Even if there was no reason to believe this time would be different, she still blindly hoped it would be.
The phone rang a few times before she heard his groggy voice whisper into the phone, âHello?â
âHey, Eddie. Itâs meâŠâ She paused, whispering ao her parents didnât hear, âIt's Friday night so I was wondering if I could come over and if you wanted to watch a movie or something?â
She could hear a stifled yawn across the line, âOf course, sweetheart. How could I ever say no to you?â Even in his tired, whispered tone she could hear the humor in his voice.
With a soft laugh and a wide smile, âOkay, Iâll be there in a bit.â
After brief goodbyes, she went back to her room to quickly dress into something comfortable but cute. Some sweatpants and a t-shirt with a black sweater. She left the house as silently as she could before grabbing her mom's car keys to the dusty old Volkswagen her mom never drives, and driving to Eddieâs house in the dark of the night.
***
Four solid knocks and the door swung open to Eddie, standing in nothing but boxers and his Hellfire t-shirt âwhich looked rumpled as it clung to him, as if he rushed out of bed and shrugged it on before answering. His hair array, eyes droopy and yet, she couldnât imagine a world where her best friend wasnât the most beautiful man in existence.
âHey, you got here quick,â he smiled, holding his hand out for her to grab, âNo traffic at this hour, Iâm assuming.â
A quick, dry laugh and shifting to sit on his sofa, she turns to meet his doey brown eyes, âNone at all, the streets are barren. I couldnât imagine why!â
He always said he liked her best when she was sarcastic. So the smile on his face wasnât too surprising as it reached wider than space. He sat beside her and that's when she saw it. With a laugh, âYeah, everyone usually drives around at one im the morning!â There was a joint on the drawer where a lamp sat and a lighter beside it. Her smile fell into a frown. âHey, I know you said you wanted to watch a movie but how about we move to my room and just talk? Not really in the mood for TVâŠâ He turns and notices the frown on her lips. âYou okay, princess?â
She hums, âNothing⊠lets- yeah, lets move to your roomâŠâ She lifted herself off the sofa and walked to his room before he could even say anything else.
Still concerned, he takes his blunt, lights it, slips it between his lips and follows her. Sheâs already sat on his bed, fiddling with a strand of hair. After a drag,âYou sure youâre okay?â
âYeah!â It was high pitched and he didnât trust that tone for a second. However, it was clear she didnât want to talk about it so he dropped it.
After a curt nod, he walked over and sat next to her, âOkay, uh⊠whatâd you do today after school? I didnât see you and you didnât answer the phone so I was a little worriedâŠâ
She smiles briefly, his concern warming her heart for a moment but her smile quickly wipes away when the smell of marijuana hits her senses, âI was with Steve and Robin at the video store for a little then Steve drove me home and watched Fast Times with me.â
Eddie tilts his head, âWhat? You-You watched Fast Times with Steve alone?â
She laughs dryly, âYeah? Robin was gonna come but she had band practice at five soâŠâ she shrugs as a way to finish the sentence.
His eyes shift to stare at the floor, âoh, cool.â
âWhat about you? Whatâd you do?â
He wasnât gonna tell her that at the hour of three he waited at his van to drive her home, only to be disappointed when she didnât show. Then waited for hours by the phone till his uncle told him to get some rest cause Eddie hadnât realized it had been hours. But he also couldnât lie to her, no matter how hard he tried to. He simply couldnât. Instead, he told parts of the truth. âWell at four, I had a DnD campaign⊠then I drove home and ate some cereal⊠then I-uh⊠I just watched TV for a little. Then my uncle told me to go to bed while he was leaving for work so I just took a nap.â
She smiled again. âSounds⊠boring.â
He laughs, âIt was fucking miserable as hell.â He was far too anxious to be bored. He thought maybe she was mad at him, maybe she was hurt, maybe she was feeling upset and pushing him away or he did something wrong. She always rode home with him. Everyday. At seven thirty in the morning, sheâd be at his trailer door after biking to his house to drive with him to school. Just to be together. When school ended, they met at his car so he could drop her off at his trailer to ride her bike home. Just to have a brief chat after school, to work off the nerves and be together. Plus her parents werenât that fond of Eddie, they didnât have any problems with him but they didnât love him either. But she wasnât in his van. She wasnât there. He had DnD at four so he had to leave but he bounced his knee the whole time. He was overthinking all afternoon through to the evening without break. She didnât need to know that, though.
âI bet.â
The minutes ticked by and soon enough, they had talked about anything and everything and it was no longer midnight but four in the morning. She decided to sleep over after Eddie insisted that it was too dangerous for her to go out at this hour. She changed into one of his shirts and boxers to act as shorts, but his chest was barren of a shirt as he laid beside her. He had a couple beers and smoked a little more. Being both high and drunk, she knew some of the things he was saying wouldnât matter to him tomorrow. She knew if she told him what she wanted to tell him now, he wouldnât respond well. It wouldnât mean the same if she were to have told him sober. It also felt wrong. Like she was taking advantage of his vulnerable state to tell him something vulnerable. She felt like she couldnât trust his words when he was high. Whether he felt the same or not. Either way, she couldnât tell him. She was still a little angry. He was still high as he laid beside her, giggling at every word. But what he said that night frustrated her beyond belief. It was different. It shocked her as he never had the audacity before.
He whispered her name, and she turned to look at him. The moonlight hit her face just right and his filter was gone, âYou look so beautiful. You always look beautiful. Dâyou know that?â
Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, âGo to sleep, Eddie.â
âNo, then I canât see you. I want to see you. All of you, even your stretch marks. I donât care if you hate them because they are fucking awesome. You look so good in my shirts. Makes it look like⊠like youâre mine. Yâknow? Not Harringtons, mine.â He placed his hand on her cheek and brushed his finger on her cheekbone. âWhy wasnât I invited? I wouldâve loved to watch Fast Times with you and Steve âthe hairâ Harrington.â He muttered the name in a mocking dreamy tone.
Her eyes welled with tears. He had never said things like this when he was high. He had never confused her or frustrated her quite like this. The worst part is he didnât mean it. He was in lala land, far up in the clouds. She felt safe with him. But right now? He was hurting her. She felt guilty for being mad at him because he wasnât even aware he was hurting her. So, how could she be so angry with him when he was extremely clueless? She rolls over, smacking his hand away in the process. Her back now facing him, âGo to sleep, Munson.â
He was quiet for a moment, but with a pout on his lips, he wrapped his arms around her waist after a few minutes and held her close to him. He muttered a quick, âsorry.â
But it was too late. There were tears on her face and she had begun to shake. He had played with her heart and she couldnât tell him she loved him now. He had broken her heart and stomped on it. Bruised her internally. It was like a mockery, like he was mocking her. He was saying all the things she wanted to hear but he wasnât sober. He didnât mean any of it. Maybe she was being dramatic, but knowing that only worsened the pain. She wasnât gonna get any rest. He didnât need to know that, though.
saturday.
11:57 | third
In the morning, she was gone. His shirt and boxers that she borrowed were folded and placed on the side she was laying on. Eddie frowned in seeing she wasnât there. His memory was a little hazy but he felt something wasnât right. It wasnât just the fact that the pillow she laid her head on was wet with tears but it was a gut feeling. She always waited till he woke up before leaving. Always. Even if she slept over on a school night and she was going to be late to school. She still waited claiming, âIf youâre late, Iâm late.â
But she was gone.
It wasnât the hangover that made him dizzy but the fact that he could smell her shampoo on his sheets. It filled his senses and he felt a warmth embrace his heart.
Till he overthought. Only in this case, it wasnât overthinking.
She always helped him with hangovers. She made him a greasy breakfast with a glass of water and pain meds. Rubbed his back when he groaned from the pounding headache and made himself coffee. Sometimes, she would place her hands over his eyes when he said it was too bright. Her small hands covering his eyes as she giggled, asking âDid it work?â always gave him butterflies.
He always responded the same. âYes, sweetheart. Youâre magic.â
But the bed was empty. He couldnât smell any breakfast or coffee brewing. There were no pain meds on the counter. It was him, a wet pillow and a pounding headache.
He spent the rest of the day like Friday. Waiting by the phone till his uncle told him to cut it out.
sunday.
15:33 | third
She wasnât answering the phone. Her parents were out for work till Tuesday so he knew that sheâd be alone. He didnât want her to feel lonely. That was definitely all it was and not that he ached to see her.
It had been a little over twenty-four hours without her and he was slowly losing his mind.
He couldnât remember what he said. He tried. He thought maybe he did something that upset her. Which ensued hours of him staring out the window as he tried to figure out what he couldâve said or done. But he came up blank every single time. He decided to go to her house.
At three thirty-three on a Sunday, Eddie finds himself at her door, bouncing on the heels of his feet and chewing on his lip.
But Steve Harringon opens the door.
âSteve! Hey, man, whatâre you doing here?â He didnât mean for it to sound so accusatory.
âNothing, Y/Nâs just not feeling well so I came over to help out,â He gave Eddie a closed lip smile, âSomething I can help you with, man?â
He scratches the back of his neck, âActually, I was hoping I could talk to Y/N? She hasnât been answering the phone so I was worriedâŠâ
Eddie was her best friend. But the way Steve was looking at him made him feel like he was an outsider. Like he didnât know her at all. Like he was replaced.
Because if she were sick, wouldnât she call him? Sheâs called me before⊠Iâve helped her everytime she was sick⊠Why would she call Steve over me?
âOh⊠we didnât hear it. With Nancy comforting her nonstop and the TV on, I guess it drowned outâŠâ Steve shrugs.
He sees the way Eddieâs face drops. The way he stills and mutters an, âOh. Okay. Just⊠tell her to call me when she canâŠâ he goes to turn away and returns home, but Steve grabs his wrist and turns to face him.
âYou alright, Munson?â
Eddieâs eyes water, âYeah, man. Just been really worriedâŠâ Steve gives him a knowing glare and frowns as Eddieâs voice cracks. Steve was aware of Eddieâs feelings. Almost everyone could tell but Y/N. Steve pulls Eddie into a brief hug and pats his back.
âIâll tell her to call,â Steve gives him one last tight lipped smile before walking back inside, âSee yaâ later, Munson.â
âLater, Harrington.â
The whole drive home, Eddie had a stone cold stare on the road. Black Sabbath played on the radio but for once, he wasnât really listening.
When gets to his trailer, he doesnât wait for the phone to ring. He trusts Steve told her to call but he knows she probably wonât if sheâs truly unwell, and especially not if it was a lie to cover up her being upset with him. He heads straight for a shower then for bed.
But he struggles to sleep.
He still thinks of her.
monday.
9:45 | eddie
She is definitely fucking ignoring me.
I canât help but frown as she walks past me like she doesnât know me. I didnât speak. I didnât know what to say. What does one say when the person that means everything to them walks past as if they donât exist? It was out of the ordinary so I froze. Stuck in place I watch her retreating form enter a classroom. My heart clenched and I suddenly felt nauseous. I get anxious⊠but never quite like this. That girl is destroying me and doesnât even realize it. Or maybe she does. Maybe thatâs why sheâs ignoring me? Maybe I accidentally told her? I could say it was a lie⊠but it wasnât.
âEddie!â
Maybe I didnât. Maybe I said something really meanâŠ
âHello? Eddie!â
Maybe I told her how I want to hold her in my arms after making lo-
âEddie! What the hell are you looking at?â Finally turning to see Dustin looking up at me, furrowed brows and parted mouth.
Swallowing hard, I glanced at the door one more time before shrugging. âNothing, what's up, man?â
Raising a brow, Dustin asks, âYou sure? You werenât looking at the door because Y/Nâs in that class, right?â The curly brunette had a little smug smirk on face, âIf you need help with getting a girlfriend, I have some tips.â
Scoffing, I shake my head, âI donât need help, Henderson. And no. We talked about this.â
I start walking toward my class but the little shrimp follows me. âSure, sure. The olâ âNo! I am not in love with my best friend!â Even though she is literally the coolest person ever! Sheâs smart and funny and sometimes way more metal than-â I turn and give him a death glare that threatens him to finish that sentence. âOkay⊠just as metal as you.â
With a sigh, I stop walking and turn to him, âWell, the coolest person ever is ignoring me. So, unless you have any tips on how to get the coolest person ever to acknowledge me, please! Stop talking about it.â
I didn't mean to be rude. I was genuinely frustrated with the whole ordeal. I was beginning to be more than sad. I was angry. Why canât she just talk to me?
âWho is the coolest person ever?â Our heads snap to Robin, who is now standing by the water fountain. She wipes her mouth of the excess water.
âY/N. Eddie likes her.â Dustin blourts.
âDude!â I punched his shoulder.
âOw! What?-â
âI already knew.â Robin laughs. Again, we look at the freckled face girl.
âWhat? How?â I donât have the energy to deny it anymore.
âDude, we can all tell. Youâre not exactly discreet. You look at the girl like she's heaven or⊠Black Sab-Sab- Whatever the fuck and drive her to and from school everyday. Iâm surprised you didnât walk in with her today,â Robin pauses, chuckling. âOh, and you always buy her the cutest little presents. Didnât you buy her a teddy bear with a hellfire shirt on her birthday? So cute!â
âOkay, one, it's Black Sabbath. Two, she⊠she didnât show up this morning so I was actually late today. Three, the teddy bear came with a necklace that almost left me bankrupt. Now, who the hell knows about my⊠my âcrushâ or whatever.â
Robin and Dustin glance at each other and in unison, âEveryone.â
***
After finding out that everyone and their grandmother knew about my love for my best friend, I had an added stressor. The day passed with me tapping my foot on the tiles, hiding in the bathroom, and watching Y/N with eager eyes. She didnât look up at me once. Dustin was actually teasing me less and being more comforting after he saw how antsy I was actually feeling. I could feel everyone's eyes at my table burning into me. But still. I didnât look away. She sat at another table. She never does that. She sits beside me, a queen beside her king. But there she was till she finished eating and left. She looked solemn, like she didnât enjoy her new seating arrangement.
When the clock struck three, I found Steve Harrington's car parked outside the school. I was blinded by an emotion I rarely experienced. It was green, it was red. I slapped my hands on the open window sill.
âJesus! Munson! What the hell, man?â
âWhyâd you lie to me? Sheâs ignoring me, Harrington. Ignoring. I know you know I like her, apparently fucking everyone does. So, why didnât you tell me that sheâs ignoring me?â I was blinded by fury. Jealousy. Anger. âWhy are you picking her up? Why canât she even get in a fucking car with me?â
Sighing, Steveâs brown eyes met mine, I see the regret and the pity. âItâs- Itâs not you.â
âReally? Why didnât she answer the phone? Why is she avoiding me?â
âOkay, okay! She told us to not answer the phone⊠she just didnât wanna be disturbed. Sheâs not feeling well. Nothing personalâŠâ Steve looked me up and down before sighing. âOkay⊠maybe a little personalâŠâ He opened the car door and I backed away. He stood before me and finally came clean. âThe other night, you said something. She wonât tell me what but whatever it was⊠it fucked her up. So, me and Nancy were just hanging out with her till she calmed down. When you left I asked her to call but she said no. She called me during lunch and asked if I could pick her up⊠It didnât feel right âcause I know that's your thing but she was crying so it felt wrong to say no.â
Nodding slowly, my big brown eyes look at the floor. So, I did fuck up.
âI⊠I hurt her?â I met his eyes again. He nods. I lose my train of thought. Any green or red within dissipated and I was left blue. I didn't realize when I started crying or when Steve hugged me. But over his shoulder, I see her. She stood at the doors. Eyes meeting mine. Something flashes in them.
I pull away from the hug. âThanks. See you later.â
I rushed to my van.
I rushed home.
I rushed to bed.
I donât wait for the phone to ring. Even though it did. It rang twice.
I ignored it.
I didnât go to school Tuesday. Or Wednesday. But I went on Thursday.
And I had a plan.
thursday.
12:17 | third
Y/N was sitting at her new table, all alone and sipping on a carton of apple juice. Eddie was watching but this time with a smirk. He was going to find out what he said, if its the last thing he did. He stood from the table. Mike and Dustinâs eyes followed him but Gareth and Jeff remained looking at their food, used to Eddieâs antics. He walked towards Y/Nâs table. Her elbow on the table and cheek in her palm. She wasnât aware that he was nearing her, but his eyes never left her. He plopped in the seat across from her and placed his head in his hands, elbows on the table. He had a big smile on his face.
âHey, sweetheart.â Her eyes widened and she put the drink down. âYou've been ignoring me a bit.â
âNo, justâŠâ Her eyes move to the table.
âAvoiding? Acting like I donât exist?â He crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward.
âI tried calling Monday.â She looked up into his big doe eyes but he was fiddling with his rings.
âYeah, after I found out from someone else that I hurt you,â He paused and looked up, staring into her eyes, âWhy couldnât you just come to me? I thought we trusted each other? That we were best friends?â
âWe are!â She leaned forward.
They were close. They both realized it. Two heartbeats racing and both oblivious.
âThen why not come to me? Why not talk about it? You know Iâd always be here for you, even if I say stupid shit high.â He tilts his head, secretly taking advantage of the close proximity to examine her features and smell that shampoo she left behind on his sheets.
âThatâs the problem! Okay? Youâre always high or drunk. Am I that obnoxious that you canât stand to hang out with me sober?â She stood abruptly and took her tray with her. He was sat frozen for a moment before he comprehended what just occurred. She had tossed the trash on the tray out and placed it on the designated counter. He stood and followed her outside, where he found her walking toward the phone booth.
âUh-uh, this isnât over, princess!â He grabs her wrist and turns her to him. âWhat do you mean? Of course youâre not obnoxious, why would you think that?â
âHow could I not? Why else are you always under the influence? I know I donât do that stuff so maybe Iâm boring or something, I just- I donât know.â There were tears in her eyes, she really didnât want to have this conversation. She looks to the ground for some comfort. âItâs stupid and Iâm insecure but I really just have this uncontrollable feeing that I canât tell you some things when youâre high. Iâm sorry, I know there was a better way to deal with all this and I-Iâm a coward. I just- I was scared to talk about it. I feel like an idiot. I donât mind you getting high or drunk, itâs your body so you can do whatever. Itâd just be nice if you werenât fucked up eveytime we hung out.â
He grabs her chin with his pointer finger and thumb, pulls her to meet his eyes. âYouâre not an idiot. Okay? Donât cry, baby.â He pulled her into a hug after slipping a new nickname.
âIâm sorry for ignoring you, I know youâve been anxious lately. It was wrong of me to leave you. Iâm so sorry.â She cried into his chest.
âHey, itâs okay. I promise. Iâm sorry for making you feel that way. For always being stoned. I need to ask you something, though.â
âYes?â She pulled away.
âWhat did I say Friday night?â
She was silent and began chewing her lip, âY-you⊠said a lot of stuff.â
âLike?â
âLike⊠uh, that Iâm pretty. That you like to-to see me in your shirts and that you like how it looks like Iâm yours when I wear them⊠You were a little jealous of Steve by the sound of itâŠâ
His eyes widened and he swallowed. The memory flooded back in.
âYou look so good in my shirts. âMakes it look like⊠like youâre mine. Yknow? Not Harringtons, mine.â
âOhâŠâ He muttered.
âYeahâŠâ
âW-Well⊠whatâs so wrong with that? We can still be friends even if I-I want you to be mine⊠I would hope that wouldnât push you away.. I⊠Well, I was a little jealous of Harrington because⊠like, you shouldnât be alone watching movies with questionable distance between you âcause who knows what could happen! I wouldnât want that especially when I want you to be mine so⊠and you are pretty! Thatâs a given, we already knew this. We all did apparently! Fucking everyone in Hawkins knows Iâm obsessed with you, so I-I donât see why it warranted you ignoring meâŠI bet even the teddy bear I bought you for your birthday knows, I figured you mightâve too. But I donât see why that has to tear us apart, youâre my best friend and I canât promise Iâll get over it! But if you marry someone else, Iâll support it because I just need you to be happy even if it-â She put her hand over his mouth.
âShut up!â She had a mouth splitting grin on her lips. âEddie Munson, I ignored you because I thought you were lying. I love you. The thought of you lying hurt too much. I wanted you sober so I could say that I love you. God, I hope you donât want me to marry someone elseâŠâ
She moves her hand to let him speak, âDear god, no. Iâd rather lose my guitarâŠâ She looks at him skeptical. âOkay, maybe not but you get it okay.â
She giggled and that sound filled his ears straight to his heart.
âYou love me?â He asked, a smirk on his face.
âYes. Took way too long to tell you.â She stood on her tippy-toes and gave him a brief peck on the lips.
âJesus, if I knew I could get this sooner, I wouldâve quit altogetherâŠâ She looked skeptical again. âOkay, fine! Not really but you get it, okay? Câmere.â
He grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in, pressing her lips against his for longer. She could feel the cold metal of his rings on her warm cheeks and the softness of his lips that danced with hers. Her hands wrapped around his waist. She didnât realize when his tongue entered her mouth but she knew one thing.
She wanted this moment to last forever. They pulled away, eyes glazed over with pure adoration.
He whispered, âKiss me like this everyday?â She nodded. Eddie smiled softly. âGood. You donât have to worry anymore, sweetheart. Iâll gladly be sober with you.â
Sober With You
s: you're tired of how everytime you want to hangout with eddie, he's high. especially when you want to tell him how you feel.
pairing: eddie munson x thicc!reader (f)
word count: 4.7k
warnings!: s4 vol1 and vol2 spoilers! (not really?), minor angst w/ happy ending, weed involved, alcohol involved, eddie is VERY anxious, anxiety, swearing/cursing, very brief mention of sex, two idiots in love, etc
note: pov switches! reader has thick thighs and stretch marks, im chubby and i dont remember what it was like to be skinny. eddie never died he's fine idc LMAO. reader is sort of innocent? not really, like she's aware of things but she doesn't like getting high or drinking, idk it just fits the storyline i had in mind better if she doesnt do that yk? not my favorite fic i've written but i think its worth the read :)
playlist. moodboard. masterlist.
friday.
00:46 | third
Tapping her foot on the carpeted floor of her bedroom, she debated calling Eddie to see if he was home or maybe asleep. It was Friday night and they spent every Friday night watching movies in his trailer and talking nonsense. He would sometimes play guitar and she would sometimes read to him while running her finger through his hair. However, everytime, he smoked a blunt or drank beers till he said things he didnât understand himself. She nursed him to sleep and always took care of him during hangovers and when he blacked out. Even when he didnât drink hard, Eddie was a handful. He was a lot to handle sober, so even a little tipsy was too much. With hesitant steps, she waddled to the phone hanging by the kitchen and quickly dialed his number before she could regret it. She hadnât seen him that week, other than his daily picking her up and dropping her off, and she missed him. She couldnât help the thought maybe, just maybe he wonât get high this time. Even if there was no reason to believe this time would be different, she still blindly hoped it would be.
The phone rang a few times before she heard his groggy voice whisper into the phone, âHello?â
âHey, Eddie. Itâs meâŠâ She paused, whispering ao her parents didnât hear, âIt's Friday night so I was wondering if I could come over and if you wanted to watch a movie or something?â
She could hear a stifled yawn across the line, âOf course, sweetheart. How could I ever say no to you?â Even in his tired, whispered tone she could hear the humor in his voice.
With a soft laugh and a wide smile, âOkay, Iâll be there in a bit.â
After brief goodbyes, she went back to her room to quickly dress into something comfortable but cute. Some sweatpants and a t-shirt with a black sweater. She left the house as silently as she could before grabbing her mom's car keys to the dusty old Volkswagen her mom never drives, and driving to Eddieâs house in the dark of the night.
***
Four solid knocks and the door swung open to Eddie, standing in nothing but boxers and his Hellfire t-shirt âwhich looked rumpled as it clung to him, as if he rushed out of bed and shrugged it on before answering. His hair array, eyes droopy and yet, she couldnât imagine a world where her best friend wasnât the most beautiful man in existence.
âHey, you got here quick,â he smiled, holding his hand out for her to grab, âNo traffic at this hour, Iâm assuming.â
A quick, dry laugh and shifting to sit on his sofa, she turns to meet his doey brown eyes, âNone at all, the streets are barren. I couldnât imagine why!â
He always said he liked her best when she was sarcastic. So the smile on his face wasnât too surprising as it reached wider than space. He sat beside her and that's when she saw it. With a laugh, âYeah, everyone usually drives around at one im the morning!â There was a joint on the drawer where a lamp sat and a lighter beside it. Her smile fell into a frown. âHey, I know you said you wanted to watch a movie but how about we move to my room and just talk? Not really in the mood for TVâŠâ He turns and notices the frown on her lips. âYou okay, princess?â
She hums, âNothing⊠lets- yeah, lets move to your roomâŠâ She lifted herself off the sofa and walked to his room before he could even say anything else.
Still concerned, he takes his blunt, lights it, slips it between his lips and follows her. Sheâs already sat on his bed, fiddling with a strand of hair. After a drag,âYou sure youâre okay?â
âYeah!â It was high pitched and he didnât trust that tone for a second. However, it was clear she didnât want to talk about it so he dropped it.
After a curt nod, he walked over and sat next to her, âOkay, uh⊠whatâd you do today after school? I didnât see you and you didnât answer the phone so I was a little worriedâŠâ
She smiles briefly, his concern warming her heart for a moment but her smile quickly wipes away when the smell of marijuana hits her senses, âI was with Steve and Robin at the video store for a little then Steve drove me home and watched Fast Times with me.â
Eddie tilts his head, âWhat? You-You watched Fast Times with Steve alone?â
She laughs dryly, âYeah? Robin was gonna come but she had band practice at five soâŠâ she shrugs as a way to finish the sentence.
His eyes shift to stare at the floor, âoh, cool.â
âWhat about you? Whatâd you do?â
He wasnât gonna tell her that at the hour of three he waited at his van to drive her home, only to be disappointed when she didnât show. Then waited for hours by the phone till his uncle told him to get some rest cause Eddie hadnât realized it had been hours. But he also couldnât lie to her, no matter how hard he tried to. He simply couldnât. Instead, he told parts of the truth. âWell at four, I had a DnD campaign⊠then I drove home and ate some cereal⊠then I-uh⊠I just watched TV for a little. Then my uncle told me to go to bed while he was leaving for work so I just took a nap.â
She smiled again. âSounds⊠boring.â
He laughs, âIt was fucking miserable as hell.â He was far too anxious to be bored. He thought maybe she was mad at him, maybe she was hurt, maybe she was feeling upset and pushing him away or he did something wrong. She always rode home with him. Everyday. At seven thirty in the morning, sheâd be at his trailer door after biking to his house to drive with him to school. Just to be together. When school ended, they met at his car so he could drop her off at his trailer to ride her bike home. Just to have a brief chat after school, to work off the nerves and be together. Plus her parents werenât that fond of Eddie, they didnât have any problems with him but they didnât love him either. But she wasnât in his van. She wasnât there. He had DnD at four so he had to leave but he bounced his knee the whole time. He was overthinking all afternoon through to the evening without break. She didnât need to know that, though.
âI bet.â
The minutes ticked by and soon enough, they had talked about anything and everything and it was no longer midnight but four in the morning. She decided to sleep over after Eddie insisted that it was too dangerous for her to go out at this hour. She changed into one of his shirts and boxers to act as shorts, but his chest was barren of a shirt as he laid beside her. He had a couple beers and smoked a little more. Being both high and drunk, she knew some of the things he was saying wouldnât matter to him tomorrow. She knew if she told him what she wanted to tell him now, he wouldnât respond well. It wouldnât mean the same if she were to have told him sober. It also felt wrong. Like she was taking advantage of his vulnerable state to tell him something vulnerable. She felt like she couldnât trust his words when he was high. Whether he felt the same or not. Either way, she couldnât tell him. She was still a little angry. He was still high as he laid beside her, giggling at every word. But what he said that night frustrated her beyond belief. It was different. It shocked her as he never had the audacity before.
He whispered her name, and she turned to look at him. The moonlight hit her face just right and his filter was gone, âYou look so beautiful. You always look beautiful. Dâyou know that?â
Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, âGo to sleep, Eddie.â
âNo, then I canât see you. I want to see you. All of you, even your stretch marks. I donât care if you hate them because they are fucking awesome. You look so good in my shirts. Makes it look like⊠like youâre mine. Yâknow? Not Harringtons, mine.â He placed his hand on her cheek and brushed his finger on her cheekbone. âWhy wasnât I invited? I wouldâve loved to watch Fast Times with you and Steve âthe hairâ Harrington.â He muttered the name in a mocking dreamy tone.
Her eyes welled with tears. He had never said things like this when he was high. He had never confused her or frustrated her quite like this. The worst part is he didnât mean it. He was in lala land, far up in the clouds. She felt safe with him. But right now? He was hurting her. She felt guilty for being mad at him because he wasnât even aware he was hurting her. So, how could she be so angry with him when he was extremely clueless? She rolls over, smacking his hand away in the process. Her back now facing him, âGo to sleep, Munson.â
He was quiet for a moment, but with a pout on his lips, he wrapped his arms around her waist after a few minutes and held her close to him. He muttered a quick, âsorry.â
But it was too late. There were tears on her face and she had begun to shake. He had played with her heart and she couldnât tell him she loved him now. He had broken her heart and stomped on it. Bruised her internally. It was like a mockery, like he was mocking her. He was saying all the things she wanted to hear but he wasnât sober. He didnât mean any of it. Maybe she was being dramatic, but knowing that only worsened the pain. She wasnât gonna get any rest. He didnât need to know that, though.
saturday.
11:57 | third
In the morning, she was gone. His shirt and boxers that she borrowed were folded and placed on the side she was laying on. Eddie frowned in seeing she wasnât there. His memory was a little hazy but he felt something wasnât right. It wasnât just the fact that the pillow she laid her head on was wet with tears but it was a gut feeling. She always waited till he woke up before leaving. Always. Even if she slept over on a school night and she was going to be late to school. She still waited claiming, âIf youâre late, Iâm late.â
But she was gone.
It wasnât the hangover that made him dizzy but the fact that he could smell her shampoo on his sheets. It filled his senses and he felt a warmth embrace his heart.
Till he overthought. Only in this case, it wasnât overthinking.
She always helped him with hangovers. She made him a greasy breakfast with a glass of water and pain meds. Rubbed his back when he groaned from the pounding headache and made himself coffee. Sometimes, she would place her hands over his eyes when he said it was too bright. Her small hands covering his eyes as she giggled, asking âDid it work?â always gave him butterflies.
He always responded the same. âYes, sweetheart. Youâre magic.â
But the bed was empty. He couldnât smell any breakfast or coffee brewing. There were no pain meds on the counter. It was him, a wet pillow and a pounding headache.
He spent the rest of the day like Friday. Waiting by the phone till his uncle told him to cut it out.
sunday.
15:33 | third
She wasnât answering the phone. Her parents were out for work till Tuesday so he knew that sheâd be alone. He didnât want her to feel lonely. That was definitely all it was and not that he ached to see her.
It had been a little over twenty-four hours without her and he was slowly losing his mind.
He couldnât remember what he said. He tried. He thought maybe he did something that upset her. Which ensued hours of him staring out the window as he tried to figure out what he couldâve said or done. But he came up blank every single time. He decided to go to her house.
At three thirty-three on a Sunday, Eddie finds himself at her door, bouncing on the heels of his feet and chewing on his lip.
But Steve Harringon opens the door.
âSteve! Hey, man, whatâre you doing here?â He didnât mean for it to sound so accusatory.
âNothing, Y/Nâs just not feeling well so I came over to help out,â He gave Eddie a closed lip smile, âSomething I can help you with, man?â
He scratches the back of his neck, âActually, I was hoping I could talk to Y/N? She hasnât been answering the phone so I was worriedâŠâ
Eddie was her best friend. But the way Steve was looking at him made him feel like he was an outsider. Like he didnât know her at all. Like he was replaced.
Because if she were sick, wouldnât she call him? Sheâs called me before⊠Iâve helped her everytime she was sick⊠Why would she call Steve over me?
âOh⊠we didnât hear it. With Nancy comforting her nonstop and the TV on, I guess it drowned outâŠâ Steve shrugs.
He sees the way Eddieâs face drops. The way he stills and mutters an, âOh. Okay. Just⊠tell her to call me when she canâŠâ he goes to turn away and returns home, but Steve grabs his wrist and turns to face him.
âYou alright, Munson?â
Eddieâs eyes water, âYeah, man. Just been really worriedâŠâ Steve gives him a knowing glare and frowns as Eddieâs voice cracks. Steve was aware of Eddieâs feelings. Almost everyone could tell but Y/N. Steve pulls Eddie into a brief hug and pats his back.
âIâll tell her to call,â Steve gives him one last tight lipped smile before walking back inside, âSee yaâ later, Munson.â
âLater, Harrington.â
The whole drive home, Eddie had a stone cold stare on the road. Black Sabbath played on the radio but for once, he wasnât really listening.
When gets to his trailer, he doesnât wait for the phone to ring. He trusts Steve told her to call but he knows she probably wonât if sheâs truly unwell, and especially not if it was a lie to cover up her being upset with him. He heads straight for a shower then for bed.
But he struggles to sleep.
He still thinks of her.
monday.
9:45 | eddie
She is definitely fucking ignoring me.
I canât help but frown as she walks past me like she doesnât know me. I didnât speak. I didnât know what to say. What does one say when the person that means everything to them walks past as if they donât exist? It was out of the ordinary so I froze. Stuck in place I watch her retreating form enter a classroom. My heart clenched and I suddenly felt nauseous. I get anxious⊠but never quite like this. That girl is destroying me and doesnât even realize it. Or maybe she does. Maybe thatâs why sheâs ignoring me? Maybe I accidentally told her? I could say it was a lie⊠but it wasnât.
âEddie!â
Maybe I didnât. Maybe I said something really meanâŠ
âHello? Eddie!â
Maybe I told her how I want to hold her in my arms after making lo-
âEddie! What the hell are you looking at?â Finally turning to see Dustin looking up at me, furrowed brows and parted mouth.
Swallowing hard, I glanced at the door one more time before shrugging. âNothing, what's up, man?â
Raising a brow, Dustin asks, âYou sure? You werenât looking at the door because Y/Nâs in that class, right?â The curly brunette had a little smug smirk on face, âIf you need help with getting a girlfriend, I have some tips.â
Scoffing, I shake my head, âI donât need help, Henderson. And no. We talked about this.â
I start walking toward my class but the little shrimp follows me. âSure, sure. The olâ âNo! I am not in love with my best friend!â Even though she is literally the coolest person ever! Sheâs smart and funny and sometimes way more metal than-â I turn and give him a death glare that threatens him to finish that sentence. âOkay⊠just as metal as you.â
With a sigh, I stop walking and turn to him, âWell, the coolest person ever is ignoring me. So, unless you have any tips on how to get the coolest person ever to acknowledge me, please! Stop talking about it.â
I didn't mean to be rude. I was genuinely frustrated with the whole ordeal. I was beginning to be more than sad. I was angry. Why canât she just talk to me?
âWho is the coolest person ever?â Our heads snap to Robin, who is now standing by the water fountain. She wipes her mouth of the excess water.
âY/N. Eddie likes her.â Dustin blourts.
âDude!â I punched his shoulder.
âOw! What?-â
âI already knew.â Robin laughs. Again, we look at the freckled face girl.
âWhat? How?â I donât have the energy to deny it anymore.
âDude, we can all tell. Youâre not exactly discreet. You look at the girl like she's heaven or⊠Black Sab-Sab- Whatever the fuck and drive her to and from school everyday. Iâm surprised you didnât walk in with her today,â Robin pauses, chuckling. âOh, and you always buy her the cutest little presents. Didnât you buy her a teddy bear with a hellfire shirt on her birthday? So cute!â
âOkay, one, it's Black Sabbath. Two, she⊠she didnât show up this morning so I was actually late today. Three, the teddy bear came with a necklace that almost left me bankrupt. Now, who the hell knows about my⊠my âcrushâ or whatever.â
Robin and Dustin glance at each other and in unison, âEveryone.â
***
After finding out that everyone and their grandmother knew about my love for my best friend, I had an added stressor. The day passed with me tapping my foot on the tiles, hiding in the bathroom, and watching Y/N with eager eyes. She didnât look up at me once. Dustin was actually teasing me less and being more comforting after he saw how antsy I was actually feeling. I could feel everyone's eyes at my table burning into me. But still. I didnât look away. She sat at another table. She never does that. She sits beside me, a queen beside her king. But there she was till she finished eating and left. She looked solemn, like she didnât enjoy her new seating arrangement.
When the clock struck three, I found Steve Harrington's car parked outside the school. I was blinded by an emotion I rarely experienced. It was green, it was red. I slapped my hands on the open window sill.
âJesus! Munson! What the hell, man?â
âWhyâd you lie to me? Sheâs ignoring me, Harrington. Ignoring. I know you know I like her, apparently fucking everyone does. So, why didnât you tell me that sheâs ignoring me?â I was blinded by fury. Jealousy. Anger. âWhy are you picking her up? Why canât she even get in a fucking car with me?â
Sighing, Steveâs brown eyes met mine, I see the regret and the pity. âItâs- Itâs not you.â
âReally? Why didnât she answer the phone? Why is she avoiding me?â
âOkay, okay! She told us to not answer the phone⊠she just didnât wanna be disturbed. Sheâs not feeling well. Nothing personalâŠâ Steve looked me up and down before sighing. âOkay⊠maybe a little personalâŠâ He opened the car door and I backed away. He stood before me and finally came clean. âThe other night, you said something. She wonât tell me what but whatever it was⊠it fucked her up. So, me and Nancy were just hanging out with her till she calmed down. When you left I asked her to call but she said no. She called me during lunch and asked if I could pick her up⊠It didnât feel right âcause I know that's your thing but she was crying so it felt wrong to say no.â
Nodding slowly, my big brown eyes look at the floor. So, I did fuck up.
âI⊠I hurt her?â I met his eyes again. He nods. I lose my train of thought. Any green or red within dissipated and I was left blue. I didn't realize when I started crying or when Steve hugged me. But over his shoulder, I see her. She stood at the doors. Eyes meeting mine. Something flashes in them.
I pull away from the hug. âThanks. See you later.â
I rushed to my van.
I rushed home.
I rushed to bed.
I donât wait for the phone to ring. Even though it did. It rang twice.
I ignored it.
I didnât go to school Tuesday. Or Wednesday. But I went on Thursday.
And I had a plan.
thursday.
12:17 | third
Y/N was sitting at her new table, all alone and sipping on a carton of apple juice. Eddie was watching but this time with a smirk. He was going to find out what he said, if its the last thing he did. He stood from the table. Mike and Dustinâs eyes followed him but Gareth and Jeff remained looking at their food, used to Eddieâs antics. He walked towards Y/Nâs table. Her elbow on the table and cheek in her palm. She wasnât aware that he was nearing her, but his eyes never left her. He plopped in the seat across from her and placed his head in his hands, elbows on the table. He had a big smile on his face.
âHey, sweetheart.â Her eyes widened and she put the drink down. âYou've been ignoring me a bit.â
âNo, justâŠâ Her eyes move to the table.
âAvoiding? Acting like I donât exist?â He crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward.
âI tried calling Monday.â She looked up into his big doe eyes but he was fiddling with his rings.
âYeah, after I found out from someone else that I hurt you,â He paused and looked up, staring into her eyes, âWhy couldnât you just come to me? I thought we trusted each other? That we were best friends?â
âWe are!â She leaned forward.
They were close. They both realized it. Two heartbeats racing and both oblivious.
âThen why not come to me? Why not talk about it? You know Iâd always be here for you, even if I say stupid shit high.â He tilts his head, secretly taking advantage of the close proximity to examine her features and smell that shampoo she left behind on his sheets.
âThatâs the problem! Okay? Youâre always high or drunk. Am I that obnoxious that you canât stand to hang out with me sober?â She stood abruptly and took her tray with her. He was sat frozen for a moment before he comprehended what just occurred. She had tossed the trash on the tray out and placed it on the designated counter. He stood and followed her outside, where he found her walking toward the phone booth.
âUh-uh, this isnât over, princess!â He grabs her wrist and turns her to him. âWhat do you mean? Of course youâre not obnoxious, why would you think that?â
âHow could I not? Why else are you always under the influence? I know I donât do that stuff so maybe Iâm boring or something, I just- I donât know.â There were tears in her eyes, she really didnât want to have this conversation. She looks to the ground for some comfort. âItâs stupid and Iâm insecure but I really just have this uncontrollable feeing that I canât tell you some things when youâre high. Iâm sorry, I know there was a better way to deal with all this and I-Iâm a coward. I just- I was scared to talk about it. I feel like an idiot. I donât mind you getting high or drunk, itâs your body so you can do whatever. Itâd just be nice if you werenât fucked up eveytime we hung out.â
He grabs her chin with his pointer finger and thumb, pulls her to meet his eyes. âYouâre not an idiot. Okay? Donât cry, baby.â He pulled her into a hug after slipping a new nickname.
âIâm sorry for ignoring you, I know youâve been anxious lately. It was wrong of me to leave you. Iâm so sorry.â She cried into his chest.
âHey, itâs okay. I promise. Iâm sorry for making you feel that way. For always being stoned. I need to ask you something, though.â
âYes?â She pulled away.
âWhat did I say Friday night?â
She was silent and began chewing her lip, âY-you⊠said a lot of stuff.â
âLike?â
âLike⊠uh, that Iâm pretty. That you like to-to see me in your shirts and that you like how it looks like Iâm yours when I wear them⊠You were a little jealous of Steve by the sound of itâŠâ
His eyes widened and he swallowed. The memory flooded back in.
âYou look so good in my shirts. âMakes it look like⊠like youâre mine. Yknow? Not Harringtons, mine.â
âOhâŠâ He muttered.
âYeahâŠâ
âW-Well⊠whatâs so wrong with that? We can still be friends even if I-I want you to be mine⊠I would hope that wouldnât push you away.. I⊠Well, I was a little jealous of Harrington because⊠like, you shouldnât be alone watching movies with questionable distance between you âcause who knows what could happen! I wouldnât want that especially when I want you to be mine so⊠and you are pretty! Thatâs a given, we already knew this. We all did apparently! Fucking everyone in Hawkins knows Iâm obsessed with you, so I-I donât see why it warranted you ignoring meâŠI bet even the teddy bear I bought you for your birthday knows, I figured you mightâve too. But I donât see why that has to tear us apart, youâre my best friend and I canât promise Iâll get over it! But if you marry someone else, Iâll support it because I just need you to be happy even if it-â She put her hand over his mouth.
âShut up!â She had a mouth splitting grin on her lips. âEddie Munson, I ignored you because I thought you were lying. I love you. The thought of you lying hurt too much. I wanted you sober so I could say that I love you. God, I hope you donât want me to marry someone elseâŠâ
She moves her hand to let him speak, âDear god, no. Iâd rather lose my guitarâŠâ She looks at him skeptical. âOkay, maybe not but you get it okay.â
She giggled and that sound filled his ears straight to his heart.
âYou love me?â He asked, a smirk on his face.
âYes. Took way too long to tell you.â She stood on her tippy-toes and gave him a brief peck on the lips.
âJesus, if I knew I could get this sooner, I wouldâve quit altogetherâŠâ She looked skeptical again. âOkay, fine! Not really but you get it, okay? Câmere.â
He grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in, pressing her lips against his for longer. She could feel the cold metal of his rings on her warm cheeks and the softness of his lips that danced with hers. Her hands wrapped around his waist. She didnât realize when his tongue entered her mouth but she knew one thing.
She wanted this moment to last forever. They pulled away, eyes glazed over with pure adoration.
He whispered, âKiss me like this everyday?â She nodded. Eddie smiled softly. âGood. You donât have to worry anymore, sweetheart. Iâll gladly be sober with you.â
Sober With You
s: you're tired of how everytime you want to hangout with eddie, he's high. especially when you want to tell him how you feel.
pairing: eddie munson x thicc!reader (f)
word count: 4.7k
warnings!: s4 vol1 and vol2 spoilers! (not really?), minor angst w/ happy ending, weed involved, alcohol involved, eddie is VERY anxious, anxiety, swearing/cursing, very brief mention of sex, two idiots in love, etc
note: pov switches! reader has thick thighs and stretch marks, im chubby and i dont remember what it was like to be skinny. eddie never died he's fine idc LMAO. reader is sort of innocent? not really, like she's aware of things but she doesn't like getting high or drinking, idk it just fits the storyline i had in mind better if she doesnt do that yk? not my favorite fic i've written but i think its worth the read :)
playlist. moodboard. masterlist.
friday.
00:46 | third
Tapping her foot on the carpeted floor of her bedroom, she debated calling Eddie to see if he was home or maybe asleep. It was Friday night and they spent every Friday night watching movies in his trailer and talking nonsense. He would sometimes play guitar and she would sometimes read to him while running her finger through his hair. However, everytime, he smoked a blunt or drank beers till he said things he didnât understand himself. She nursed him to sleep and always took care of him during hangovers and when he blacked out. Even when he didnât drink hard, Eddie was a handful. He was a lot to handle sober, so even a little tipsy was too much. With hesitant steps, she waddled to the phone hanging by the kitchen and quickly dialed his number before she could regret it. She hadnât seen him that week, other than his daily picking her up and dropping her off, and she missed him. She couldnât help the thought maybe, just maybe he wonât get high this time. Even if there was no reason to believe this time would be different, she still blindly hoped it would be.
The phone rang a few times before she heard his groggy voice whisper into the phone, âHello?â
âHey, Eddie. Itâs meâŠâ She paused, whispering ao her parents didnât hear, âIt's Friday night so I was wondering if I could come over and if you wanted to watch a movie or something?â
She could hear a stifled yawn across the line, âOf course, sweetheart. How could I ever say no to you?â Even in his tired, whispered tone she could hear the humor in his voice.
With a soft laugh and a wide smile, âOkay, Iâll be there in a bit.â
After brief goodbyes, she went back to her room to quickly dress into something comfortable but cute. Some sweatpants and a t-shirt with a black sweater. She left the house as silently as she could before grabbing her mom's car keys to the dusty old Volkswagen her mom never drives, and driving to Eddieâs house in the dark of the night.
***
Four solid knocks and the door swung open to Eddie, standing in nothing but boxers and his Hellfire t-shirt âwhich looked rumpled as it clung to him, as if he rushed out of bed and shrugged it on before answering. His hair array, eyes droopy and yet, she couldnât imagine a world where her best friend wasnât the most beautiful man in existence.
âHey, you got here quick,â he smiled, holding his hand out for her to grab, âNo traffic at this hour, Iâm assuming.â
A quick, dry laugh and shifting to sit on his sofa, she turns to meet his doey brown eyes, âNone at all, the streets are barren. I couldnât imagine why!â
He always said he liked her best when she was sarcastic. So the smile on his face wasnât too surprising as it reached wider than space. He sat beside her and that's when she saw it. With a laugh, âYeah, everyone usually drives around at one im the morning!â There was a joint on the drawer where a lamp sat and a lighter beside it. Her smile fell into a frown. âHey, I know you said you wanted to watch a movie but how about we move to my room and just talk? Not really in the mood for TVâŠâ He turns and notices the frown on her lips. âYou okay, princess?â
She hums, âNothing⊠lets- yeah, lets move to your roomâŠâ She lifted herself off the sofa and walked to his room before he could even say anything else.
Still concerned, he takes his blunt, lights it, slips it between his lips and follows her. Sheâs already sat on his bed, fiddling with a strand of hair. After a drag,âYou sure youâre okay?â
âYeah!â It was high pitched and he didnât trust that tone for a second. However, it was clear she didnât want to talk about it so he dropped it.
After a curt nod, he walked over and sat next to her, âOkay, uh⊠whatâd you do today after school? I didnât see you and you didnât answer the phone so I was a little worriedâŠâ
She smiles briefly, his concern warming her heart for a moment but her smile quickly wipes away when the smell of marijuana hits her senses, âI was with Steve and Robin at the video store for a little then Steve drove me home and watched Fast Times with me.â
Eddie tilts his head, âWhat? You-You watched Fast Times with Steve alone?â
She laughs dryly, âYeah? Robin was gonna come but she had band practice at five soâŠâ she shrugs as a way to finish the sentence.
His eyes shift to stare at the floor, âoh, cool.â
âWhat about you? Whatâd you do?â
He wasnât gonna tell her that at the hour of three he waited at his van to drive her home, only to be disappointed when she didnât show. Then waited for hours by the phone till his uncle told him to get some rest cause Eddie hadnât realized it had been hours. But he also couldnât lie to her, no matter how hard he tried to. He simply couldnât. Instead, he told parts of the truth. âWell at four, I had a DnD campaign⊠then I drove home and ate some cereal⊠then I-uh⊠I just watched TV for a little. Then my uncle told me to go to bed while he was leaving for work so I just took a nap.â
She smiled again. âSounds⊠boring.â
He laughs, âIt was fucking miserable as hell.â He was far too anxious to be bored. He thought maybe she was mad at him, maybe she was hurt, maybe she was feeling upset and pushing him away or he did something wrong. She always rode home with him. Everyday. At seven thirty in the morning, sheâd be at his trailer door after biking to his house to drive with him to school. Just to be together. When school ended, they met at his car so he could drop her off at his trailer to ride her bike home. Just to have a brief chat after school, to work off the nerves and be together. Plus her parents werenât that fond of Eddie, they didnât have any problems with him but they didnât love him either. But she wasnât in his van. She wasnât there. He had DnD at four so he had to leave but he bounced his knee the whole time. He was overthinking all afternoon through to the evening without break. She didnât need to know that, though.
âI bet.â
The minutes ticked by and soon enough, they had talked about anything and everything and it was no longer midnight but four in the morning. She decided to sleep over after Eddie insisted that it was too dangerous for her to go out at this hour. She changed into one of his shirts and boxers to act as shorts, but his chest was barren of a shirt as he laid beside her. He had a couple beers and smoked a little more. Being both high and drunk, she knew some of the things he was saying wouldnât matter to him tomorrow. She knew if she told him what she wanted to tell him now, he wouldnât respond well. It wouldnât mean the same if she were to have told him sober. It also felt wrong. Like she was taking advantage of his vulnerable state to tell him something vulnerable. She felt like she couldnât trust his words when he was high. Whether he felt the same or not. Either way, she couldnât tell him. She was still a little angry. He was still high as he laid beside her, giggling at every word. But what he said that night frustrated her beyond belief. It was different. It shocked her as he never had the audacity before.
He whispered her name, and she turned to look at him. The moonlight hit her face just right and his filter was gone, âYou look so beautiful. You always look beautiful. Dâyou know that?â
Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, âGo to sleep, Eddie.â
âNo, then I canât see you. I want to see you. All of you, even your stretch marks. I donât care if you hate them because they are fucking awesome. You look so good in my shirts. Makes it look like⊠like youâre mine. Yâknow? Not Harringtons, mine.â He placed his hand on her cheek and brushed his finger on her cheekbone. âWhy wasnât I invited? I wouldâve loved to watch Fast Times with you and Steve âthe hairâ Harrington.â He muttered the name in a mocking dreamy tone.
Her eyes welled with tears. He had never said things like this when he was high. He had never confused her or frustrated her quite like this. The worst part is he didnât mean it. He was in lala land, far up in the clouds. She felt safe with him. But right now? He was hurting her. She felt guilty for being mad at him because he wasnât even aware he was hurting her. So, how could she be so angry with him when he was extremely clueless? She rolls over, smacking his hand away in the process. Her back now facing him, âGo to sleep, Munson.â
He was quiet for a moment, but with a pout on his lips, he wrapped his arms around her waist after a few minutes and held her close to him. He muttered a quick, âsorry.â
But it was too late. There were tears on her face and she had begun to shake. He had played with her heart and she couldnât tell him she loved him now. He had broken her heart and stomped on it. Bruised her internally. It was like a mockery, like he was mocking her. He was saying all the things she wanted to hear but he wasnât sober. He didnât mean any of it. Maybe she was being dramatic, but knowing that only worsened the pain. She wasnât gonna get any rest. He didnât need to know that, though.
saturday.
11:57 | third
In the morning, she was gone. His shirt and boxers that she borrowed were folded and placed on the side she was laying on. Eddie frowned in seeing she wasnât there. His memory was a little hazy but he felt something wasnât right. It wasnât just the fact that the pillow she laid her head on was wet with tears but it was a gut feeling. She always waited till he woke up before leaving. Always. Even if she slept over on a school night and she was going to be late to school. She still waited claiming, âIf youâre late, Iâm late.â
But she was gone.
It wasnât the hangover that made him dizzy but the fact that he could smell her shampoo on his sheets. It filled his senses and he felt a warmth embrace his heart.
Till he overthought. Only in this case, it wasnât overthinking.
She always helped him with hangovers. She made him a greasy breakfast with a glass of water and pain meds. Rubbed his back when he groaned from the pounding headache and made himself coffee. Sometimes, she would place her hands over his eyes when he said it was too bright. Her small hands covering his eyes as she giggled, asking âDid it work?â always gave him butterflies.
He always responded the same. âYes, sweetheart. Youâre magic.â
But the bed was empty. He couldnât smell any breakfast or coffee brewing. There were no pain meds on the counter. It was him, a wet pillow and a pounding headache.
He spent the rest of the day like Friday. Waiting by the phone till his uncle told him to cut it out.
sunday.
15:33 | third
She wasnât answering the phone. Her parents were out for work till Tuesday so he knew that sheâd be alone. He didnât want her to feel lonely. That was definitely all it was and not that he ached to see her.
It had been a little over twenty-four hours without her and he was slowly losing his mind.
He couldnât remember what he said. He tried. He thought maybe he did something that upset her. Which ensued hours of him staring out the window as he tried to figure out what he couldâve said or done. But he came up blank every single time. He decided to go to her house.
At three thirty-three on a Sunday, Eddie finds himself at her door, bouncing on the heels of his feet and chewing on his lip.
But Steve Harringon opens the door.
âSteve! Hey, man, whatâre you doing here?â He didnât mean for it to sound so accusatory.
âNothing, Y/Nâs just not feeling well so I came over to help out,â He gave Eddie a closed lip smile, âSomething I can help you with, man?â
He scratches the back of his neck, âActually, I was hoping I could talk to Y/N? She hasnât been answering the phone so I was worriedâŠâ
Eddie was her best friend. But the way Steve was looking at him made him feel like he was an outsider. Like he didnât know her at all. Like he was replaced.
Because if she were sick, wouldnât she call him? Sheâs called me before⊠Iâve helped her everytime she was sick⊠Why would she call Steve over me?
âOh⊠we didnât hear it. With Nancy comforting her nonstop and the TV on, I guess it drowned outâŠâ Steve shrugs.
He sees the way Eddieâs face drops. The way he stills and mutters an, âOh. Okay. Just⊠tell her to call me when she canâŠâ he goes to turn away and returns home, but Steve grabs his wrist and turns to face him.
âYou alright, Munson?â
Eddieâs eyes water, âYeah, man. Just been really worriedâŠâ Steve gives him a knowing glare and frowns as Eddieâs voice cracks. Steve was aware of Eddieâs feelings. Almost everyone could tell but Y/N. Steve pulls Eddie into a brief hug and pats his back.
âIâll tell her to call,â Steve gives him one last tight lipped smile before walking back inside, âSee yaâ later, Munson.â
âLater, Harrington.â
The whole drive home, Eddie had a stone cold stare on the road. Black Sabbath played on the radio but for once, he wasnât really listening.
When gets to his trailer, he doesnât wait for the phone to ring. He trusts Steve told her to call but he knows she probably wonât if sheâs truly unwell, and especially not if it was a lie to cover up her being upset with him. He heads straight for a shower then for bed.
But he struggles to sleep.
He still thinks of her.
monday.
9:45 | eddie
She is definitely fucking ignoring me.
I canât help but frown as she walks past me like she doesnât know me. I didnât speak. I didnât know what to say. What does one say when the person that means everything to them walks past as if they donât exist? It was out of the ordinary so I froze. Stuck in place I watch her retreating form enter a classroom. My heart clenched and I suddenly felt nauseous. I get anxious⊠but never quite like this. That girl is destroying me and doesnât even realize it. Or maybe she does. Maybe thatâs why sheâs ignoring me? Maybe I accidentally told her? I could say it was a lie⊠but it wasnât.
âEddie!â
Maybe I didnât. Maybe I said something really meanâŠ
âHello? Eddie!â
Maybe I told her how I want to hold her in my arms after making lo-
âEddie! What the hell are you looking at?â Finally turning to see Dustin looking up at me, furrowed brows and parted mouth.
Swallowing hard, I glanced at the door one more time before shrugging. âNothing, what's up, man?â
Raising a brow, Dustin asks, âYou sure? You werenât looking at the door because Y/Nâs in that class, right?â The curly brunette had a little smug smirk on face, âIf you need help with getting a girlfriend, I have some tips.â
Scoffing, I shake my head, âI donât need help, Henderson. And no. We talked about this.â
I start walking toward my class but the little shrimp follows me. âSure, sure. The olâ âNo! I am not in love with my best friend!â Even though she is literally the coolest person ever! Sheâs smart and funny and sometimes way more metal than-â I turn and give him a death glare that threatens him to finish that sentence. âOkay⊠just as metal as you.â
With a sigh, I stop walking and turn to him, âWell, the coolest person ever is ignoring me. So, unless you have any tips on how to get the coolest person ever to acknowledge me, please! Stop talking about it.â
I didn't mean to be rude. I was genuinely frustrated with the whole ordeal. I was beginning to be more than sad. I was angry. Why canât she just talk to me?
âWho is the coolest person ever?â Our heads snap to Robin, who is now standing by the water fountain. She wipes her mouth of the excess water.
âY/N. Eddie likes her.â Dustin blourts.
âDude!â I punched his shoulder.
âOw! What?-â
âI already knew.â Robin laughs. Again, we look at the freckled face girl.
âWhat? How?â I donât have the energy to deny it anymore.
âDude, we can all tell. Youâre not exactly discreet. You look at the girl like she's heaven or⊠Black Sab-Sab- Whatever the fuck and drive her to and from school everyday. Iâm surprised you didnât walk in with her today,â Robin pauses, chuckling. âOh, and you always buy her the cutest little presents. Didnât you buy her a teddy bear with a hellfire shirt on her birthday? So cute!â
âOkay, one, it's Black Sabbath. Two, she⊠she didnât show up this morning so I was actually late today. Three, the teddy bear came with a necklace that almost left me bankrupt. Now, who the hell knows about my⊠my âcrushâ or whatever.â
Robin and Dustin glance at each other and in unison, âEveryone.â
***
After finding out that everyone and their grandmother knew about my love for my best friend, I had an added stressor. The day passed with me tapping my foot on the tiles, hiding in the bathroom, and watching Y/N with eager eyes. She didnât look up at me once. Dustin was actually teasing me less and being more comforting after he saw how antsy I was actually feeling. I could feel everyone's eyes at my table burning into me. But still. I didnât look away. She sat at another table. She never does that. She sits beside me, a queen beside her king. But there she was till she finished eating and left. She looked solemn, like she didnât enjoy her new seating arrangement.
When the clock struck three, I found Steve Harrington's car parked outside the school. I was blinded by an emotion I rarely experienced. It was green, it was red. I slapped my hands on the open window sill.
âJesus! Munson! What the hell, man?â
âWhyâd you lie to me? Sheâs ignoring me, Harrington. Ignoring. I know you know I like her, apparently fucking everyone does. So, why didnât you tell me that sheâs ignoring me?â I was blinded by fury. Jealousy. Anger. âWhy are you picking her up? Why canât she even get in a fucking car with me?â
Sighing, Steveâs brown eyes met mine, I see the regret and the pity. âItâs- Itâs not you.â
âReally? Why didnât she answer the phone? Why is she avoiding me?â
âOkay, okay! She told us to not answer the phone⊠she just didnât wanna be disturbed. Sheâs not feeling well. Nothing personalâŠâ Steve looked me up and down before sighing. âOkay⊠maybe a little personalâŠâ He opened the car door and I backed away. He stood before me and finally came clean. âThe other night, you said something. She wonât tell me what but whatever it was⊠it fucked her up. So, me and Nancy were just hanging out with her till she calmed down. When you left I asked her to call but she said no. She called me during lunch and asked if I could pick her up⊠It didnât feel right âcause I know that's your thing but she was crying so it felt wrong to say no.â
Nodding slowly, my big brown eyes look at the floor. So, I did fuck up.
âI⊠I hurt her?â I met his eyes again. He nods. I lose my train of thought. Any green or red within dissipated and I was left blue. I didn't realize when I started crying or when Steve hugged me. But over his shoulder, I see her. She stood at the doors. Eyes meeting mine. Something flashes in them.
I pull away from the hug. âThanks. See you later.â
I rushed to my van.
I rushed home.
I rushed to bed.
I donât wait for the phone to ring. Even though it did. It rang twice.
I ignored it.
I didnât go to school Tuesday. Or Wednesday. But I went on Thursday.
And I had a plan.
thursday.
12:17 | third
Y/N was sitting at her new table, all alone and sipping on a carton of apple juice. Eddie was watching but this time with a smirk. He was going to find out what he said, if its the last thing he did. He stood from the table. Mike and Dustinâs eyes followed him but Gareth and Jeff remained looking at their food, used to Eddieâs antics. He walked towards Y/Nâs table. Her elbow on the table and cheek in her palm. She wasnât aware that he was nearing her, but his eyes never left her. He plopped in the seat across from her and placed his head in his hands, elbows on the table. He had a big smile on his face.
âHey, sweetheart.â Her eyes widened and she put the drink down. âYou've been ignoring me a bit.â
âNo, justâŠâ Her eyes move to the table.
âAvoiding? Acting like I donât exist?â He crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward.
âI tried calling Monday.â She looked up into his big doe eyes but he was fiddling with his rings.
âYeah, after I found out from someone else that I hurt you,â He paused and looked up, staring into her eyes, âWhy couldnât you just come to me? I thought we trusted each other? That we were best friends?â
âWe are!â She leaned forward.
They were close. They both realized it. Two heartbeats racing and both oblivious.
âThen why not come to me? Why not talk about it? You know Iâd always be here for you, even if I say stupid shit high.â He tilts his head, secretly taking advantage of the close proximity to examine her features and smell that shampoo she left behind on his sheets.
âThatâs the problem! Okay? Youâre always high or drunk. Am I that obnoxious that you canât stand to hang out with me sober?â She stood abruptly and took her tray with her. He was sat frozen for a moment before he comprehended what just occurred. She had tossed the trash on the tray out and placed it on the designated counter. He stood and followed her outside, where he found her walking toward the phone booth.
âUh-uh, this isnât over, princess!â He grabs her wrist and turns her to him. âWhat do you mean? Of course youâre not obnoxious, why would you think that?â
âHow could I not? Why else are you always under the influence? I know I donât do that stuff so maybe Iâm boring or something, I just- I donât know.â There were tears in her eyes, she really didnât want to have this conversation. She looks to the ground for some comfort. âItâs stupid and Iâm insecure but I really just have this uncontrollable feeing that I canât tell you some things when youâre high. Iâm sorry, I know there was a better way to deal with all this and I-Iâm a coward. I just- I was scared to talk about it. I feel like an idiot. I donât mind you getting high or drunk, itâs your body so you can do whatever. Itâd just be nice if you werenât fucked up eveytime we hung out.â
He grabs her chin with his pointer finger and thumb, pulls her to meet his eyes. âYouâre not an idiot. Okay? Donât cry, baby.â He pulled her into a hug after slipping a new nickname.
âIâm sorry for ignoring you, I know youâve been anxious lately. It was wrong of me to leave you. Iâm so sorry.â She cried into his chest.
âHey, itâs okay. I promise. Iâm sorry for making you feel that way. For always being stoned. I need to ask you something, though.â
âYes?â She pulled away.
âWhat did I say Friday night?â
She was silent and began chewing her lip, âY-you⊠said a lot of stuff.â
âLike?â
âLike⊠uh, that Iâm pretty. That you like to-to see me in your shirts and that you like how it looks like Iâm yours when I wear them⊠You were a little jealous of Steve by the sound of itâŠâ
His eyes widened and he swallowed. The memory flooded back in.
âYou look so good in my shirts. âMakes it look like⊠like youâre mine. Yknow? Not Harringtons, mine.â
âOhâŠâ He muttered.
âYeahâŠâ
âW-Well⊠whatâs so wrong with that? We can still be friends even if I-I want you to be mine⊠I would hope that wouldnât push you away.. I⊠Well, I was a little jealous of Harrington because⊠like, you shouldnât be alone watching movies with questionable distance between you âcause who knows what could happen! I wouldnât want that especially when I want you to be mine so⊠and you are pretty! Thatâs a given, we already knew this. We all did apparently! Fucking everyone in Hawkins knows Iâm obsessed with you, so I-I donât see why it warranted you ignoring meâŠI bet even the teddy bear I bought you for your birthday knows, I figured you mightâve too. But I donât see why that has to tear us apart, youâre my best friend and I canât promise Iâll get over it! But if you marry someone else, Iâll support it because I just need you to be happy even if it-â She put her hand over his mouth.
âShut up!â She had a mouth splitting grin on her lips. âEddie Munson, I ignored you because I thought you were lying. I love you. The thought of you lying hurt too much. I wanted you sober so I could say that I love you. God, I hope you donât want me to marry someone elseâŠâ
She moves her hand to let him speak, âDear god, no. Iâd rather lose my guitarâŠâ She looks at him skeptical. âOkay, maybe not but you get it okay.â
She giggled and that sound filled his ears straight to his heart.
âYou love me?â He asked, a smirk on his face.
âYes. Took way too long to tell you.â She stood on her tippy-toes and gave him a brief peck on the lips.
âJesus, if I knew I could get this sooner, I wouldâve quit altogetherâŠâ She looked skeptical again. âOkay, fine! Not really but you get it, okay? Câmere.â
He grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in, pressing her lips against his for longer. She could feel the cold metal of his rings on her warm cheeks and the softness of his lips that danced with hers. Her hands wrapped around his waist. She didnât realize when his tongue entered her mouth but she knew one thing.
She wanted this moment to last forever. They pulled away, eyes glazed over with pure adoration.
He whispered, âKiss me like this everyday?â She nodded. Eddie smiled softly. âGood. You donât have to worry anymore, sweetheart. Iâll gladly be sober with you.â
Sober With You
s: you're tired of how everytime you want to hangout with eddie, he's high. especially when you want to tell him how you feel.
pairing: eddie munson x thicc!reader (f)
word count: 4.7k
warnings!: s4 vol1 and vol2 spoilers! (not really?), minor angst w/ happy ending, weed involved, alcohol involved, eddie is VERY anxious, anxiety, swearing/cursing, very brief mention of sex, two idiots in love, etc
note: pov switches! reader has thick thighs and stretch marks, im chubby and i dont remember what it was like to be skinny. eddie never died he's fine idc LMAO. reader is sort of innocent? not really, like she's aware of things but she doesn't like getting high or drinking, idk it just fits the storyline i had in mind better if she doesnt do that yk? not my favorite fic i've written but i think its worth the read :)
playlist. moodboard. masterlist.
friday.
00:46 | third
Tapping her foot on the carpeted floor of her bedroom, she debated calling Eddie to see if he was home or maybe asleep. It was Friday night and they spent every Friday night watching movies in his trailer and talking nonsense. He would sometimes play guitar and she would sometimes read to him while running her finger through his hair. However, everytime, he smoked a blunt or drank beers till he said things he didnât understand himself. She nursed him to sleep and always took care of him during hangovers and when he blacked out. Even when he didnât drink hard, Eddie was a handful. He was a lot to handle sober, so even a little tipsy was too much. With hesitant steps, she waddled to the phone hanging by the kitchen and quickly dialed his number before she could regret it. She hadnât seen him that week, other than his daily picking her up and dropping her off, and she missed him. She couldnât help the thought maybe, just maybe he wonât get high this time. Even if there was no reason to believe this time would be different, she still blindly hoped it would be.
The phone rang a few times before she heard his groggy voice whisper into the phone, âHello?â
âHey, Eddie. Itâs meâŠâ She paused, whispering ao her parents didnât hear, âIt's Friday night so I was wondering if I could come over and if you wanted to watch a movie or something?â
She could hear a stifled yawn across the line, âOf course, sweetheart. How could I ever say no to you?â Even in his tired, whispered tone she could hear the humor in his voice.
With a soft laugh and a wide smile, âOkay, Iâll be there in a bit.â
After brief goodbyes, she went back to her room to quickly dress into something comfortable but cute. Some sweatpants and a t-shirt with a black sweater. She left the house as silently as she could before grabbing her mom's car keys to the dusty old Volkswagen her mom never drives, and driving to Eddieâs house in the dark of the night.
***
Four solid knocks and the door swung open to Eddie, standing in nothing but boxers and his Hellfire t-shirt âwhich looked rumpled as it clung to him, as if he rushed out of bed and shrugged it on before answering. His hair array, eyes droopy and yet, she couldnât imagine a world where her best friend wasnât the most beautiful man in existence.
âHey, you got here quick,â he smiled, holding his hand out for her to grab, âNo traffic at this hour, Iâm assuming.â
A quick, dry laugh and shifting to sit on his sofa, she turns to meet his doey brown eyes, âNone at all, the streets are barren. I couldnât imagine why!â
He always said he liked her best when she was sarcastic. So the smile on his face wasnât too surprising as it reached wider than space. He sat beside her and that's when she saw it. With a laugh, âYeah, everyone usually drives around at one im the morning!â There was a joint on the drawer where a lamp sat and a lighter beside it. Her smile fell into a frown. âHey, I know you said you wanted to watch a movie but how about we move to my room and just talk? Not really in the mood for TVâŠâ He turns and notices the frown on her lips. âYou okay, princess?â
She hums, âNothing⊠lets- yeah, lets move to your roomâŠâ She lifted herself off the sofa and walked to his room before he could even say anything else.
Still concerned, he takes his blunt, lights it, slips it between his lips and follows her. Sheâs already sat on his bed, fiddling with a strand of hair. After a drag,âYou sure youâre okay?â
âYeah!â It was high pitched and he didnât trust that tone for a second. However, it was clear she didnât want to talk about it so he dropped it.
After a curt nod, he walked over and sat next to her, âOkay, uh⊠whatâd you do today after school? I didnât see you and you didnât answer the phone so I was a little worriedâŠâ
She smiles briefly, his concern warming her heart for a moment but her smile quickly wipes away when the smell of marijuana hits her senses, âI was with Steve and Robin at the video store for a little then Steve drove me home and watched Fast Times with me.â
Eddie tilts his head, âWhat? You-You watched Fast Times with Steve alone?â
She laughs dryly, âYeah? Robin was gonna come but she had band practice at five soâŠâ she shrugs as a way to finish the sentence.
His eyes shift to stare at the floor, âoh, cool.â
âWhat about you? Whatâd you do?â
He wasnât gonna tell her that at the hour of three he waited at his van to drive her home, only to be disappointed when she didnât show. Then waited for hours by the phone till his uncle told him to get some rest cause Eddie hadnât realized it had been hours. But he also couldnât lie to her, no matter how hard he tried to. He simply couldnât. Instead, he told parts of the truth. âWell at four, I had a DnD campaign⊠then I drove home and ate some cereal⊠then I-uh⊠I just watched TV for a little. Then my uncle told me to go to bed while he was leaving for work so I just took a nap.â
She smiled again. âSounds⊠boring.â
He laughs, âIt was fucking miserable as hell.â He was far too anxious to be bored. He thought maybe she was mad at him, maybe she was hurt, maybe she was feeling upset and pushing him away or he did something wrong. She always rode home with him. Everyday. At seven thirty in the morning, sheâd be at his trailer door after biking to his house to drive with him to school. Just to be together. When school ended, they met at his car so he could drop her off at his trailer to ride her bike home. Just to have a brief chat after school, to work off the nerves and be together. Plus her parents werenât that fond of Eddie, they didnât have any problems with him but they didnât love him either. But she wasnât in his van. She wasnât there. He had DnD at four so he had to leave but he bounced his knee the whole time. He was overthinking all afternoon through to the evening without break. She didnât need to know that, though.
âI bet.â
The minutes ticked by and soon enough, they had talked about anything and everything and it was no longer midnight but four in the morning. She decided to sleep over after Eddie insisted that it was too dangerous for her to go out at this hour. She changed into one of his shirts and boxers to act as shorts, but his chest was barren of a shirt as he laid beside her. He had a couple beers and smoked a little more. Being both high and drunk, she knew some of the things he was saying wouldnât matter to him tomorrow. She knew if she told him what she wanted to tell him now, he wouldnât respond well. It wouldnât mean the same if she were to have told him sober. It also felt wrong. Like she was taking advantage of his vulnerable state to tell him something vulnerable. She felt like she couldnât trust his words when he was high. Whether he felt the same or not. Either way, she couldnât tell him. She was still a little angry. He was still high as he laid beside her, giggling at every word. But what he said that night frustrated her beyond belief. It was different. It shocked her as he never had the audacity before.
He whispered her name, and she turned to look at him. The moonlight hit her face just right and his filter was gone, âYou look so beautiful. You always look beautiful. Dâyou know that?â
Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, âGo to sleep, Eddie.â
âNo, then I canât see you. I want to see you. All of you, even your stretch marks. I donât care if you hate them because they are fucking awesome. You look so good in my shirts. Makes it look like⊠like youâre mine. Yâknow? Not Harringtons, mine.â He placed his hand on her cheek and brushed his finger on her cheekbone. âWhy wasnât I invited? I wouldâve loved to watch Fast Times with you and Steve âthe hairâ Harrington.â He muttered the name in a mocking dreamy tone.
Her eyes welled with tears. He had never said things like this when he was high. He had never confused her or frustrated her quite like this. The worst part is he didnât mean it. He was in lala land, far up in the clouds. She felt safe with him. But right now? He was hurting her. She felt guilty for being mad at him because he wasnât even aware he was hurting her. So, how could she be so angry with him when he was extremely clueless? She rolls over, smacking his hand away in the process. Her back now facing him, âGo to sleep, Munson.â
He was quiet for a moment, but with a pout on his lips, he wrapped his arms around her waist after a few minutes and held her close to him. He muttered a quick, âsorry.â
But it was too late. There were tears on her face and she had begun to shake. He had played with her heart and she couldnât tell him she loved him now. He had broken her heart and stomped on it. Bruised her internally. It was like a mockery, like he was mocking her. He was saying all the things she wanted to hear but he wasnât sober. He didnât mean any of it. Maybe she was being dramatic, but knowing that only worsened the pain. She wasnât gonna get any rest. He didnât need to know that, though.
saturday.
11:57 | third
In the morning, she was gone. His shirt and boxers that she borrowed were folded and placed on the side she was laying on. Eddie frowned in seeing she wasnât there. His memory was a little hazy but he felt something wasnât right. It wasnât just the fact that the pillow she laid her head on was wet with tears but it was a gut feeling. She always waited till he woke up before leaving. Always. Even if she slept over on a school night and she was going to be late to school. She still waited claiming, âIf youâre late, Iâm late.â
But she was gone.
It wasnât the hangover that made him dizzy but the fact that he could smell her shampoo on his sheets. It filled his senses and he felt a warmth embrace his heart.
Till he overthought. Only in this case, it wasnât overthinking.
She always helped him with hangovers. She made him a greasy breakfast with a glass of water and pain meds. Rubbed his back when he groaned from the pounding headache and made himself coffee. Sometimes, she would place her hands over his eyes when he said it was too bright. Her small hands covering his eyes as she giggled, asking âDid it work?â always gave him butterflies.
He always responded the same. âYes, sweetheart. Youâre magic.â
But the bed was empty. He couldnât smell any breakfast or coffee brewing. There were no pain meds on the counter. It was him, a wet pillow and a pounding headache.
He spent the rest of the day like Friday. Waiting by the phone till his uncle told him to cut it out.
sunday.
15:33 | third
She wasnât answering the phone. Her parents were out for work till Tuesday so he knew that sheâd be alone. He didnât want her to feel lonely. That was definitely all it was and not that he ached to see her.
It had been a little over twenty-four hours without her and he was slowly losing his mind.
He couldnât remember what he said. He tried. He thought maybe he did something that upset her. Which ensued hours of him staring out the window as he tried to figure out what he couldâve said or done. But he came up blank every single time. He decided to go to her house.
At three thirty-three on a Sunday, Eddie finds himself at her door, bouncing on the heels of his feet and chewing on his lip.
But Steve Harringon opens the door.
âSteve! Hey, man, whatâre you doing here?â He didnât mean for it to sound so accusatory.
âNothing, Y/Nâs just not feeling well so I came over to help out,â He gave Eddie a closed lip smile, âSomething I can help you with, man?â
He scratches the back of his neck, âActually, I was hoping I could talk to Y/N? She hasnât been answering the phone so I was worriedâŠâ
Eddie was her best friend. But the way Steve was looking at him made him feel like he was an outsider. Like he didnât know her at all. Like he was replaced.
Because if she were sick, wouldnât she call him? Sheâs called me before⊠Iâve helped her everytime she was sick⊠Why would she call Steve over me?
âOh⊠we didnât hear it. With Nancy comforting her nonstop and the TV on, I guess it drowned outâŠâ Steve shrugs.
He sees the way Eddieâs face drops. The way he stills and mutters an, âOh. Okay. Just⊠tell her to call me when she canâŠâ he goes to turn away and returns home, but Steve grabs his wrist and turns to face him.
âYou alright, Munson?â
Eddieâs eyes water, âYeah, man. Just been really worriedâŠâ Steve gives him a knowing glare and frowns as Eddieâs voice cracks. Steve was aware of Eddieâs feelings. Almost everyone could tell but Y/N. Steve pulls Eddie into a brief hug and pats his back.
âIâll tell her to call,â Steve gives him one last tight lipped smile before walking back inside, âSee yaâ later, Munson.â
âLater, Harrington.â
The whole drive home, Eddie had a stone cold stare on the road. Black Sabbath played on the radio but for once, he wasnât really listening.
When gets to his trailer, he doesnât wait for the phone to ring. He trusts Steve told her to call but he knows she probably wonât if sheâs truly unwell, and especially not if it was a lie to cover up her being upset with him. He heads straight for a shower then for bed.
But he struggles to sleep.
He still thinks of her.
monday.
9:45 | eddie
She is definitely fucking ignoring me.
I canât help but frown as she walks past me like she doesnât know me. I didnât speak. I didnât know what to say. What does one say when the person that means everything to them walks past as if they donât exist? It was out of the ordinary so I froze. Stuck in place I watch her retreating form enter a classroom. My heart clenched and I suddenly felt nauseous. I get anxious⊠but never quite like this. That girl is destroying me and doesnât even realize it. Or maybe she does. Maybe thatâs why sheâs ignoring me? Maybe I accidentally told her? I could say it was a lie⊠but it wasnât.
âEddie!â
Maybe I didnât. Maybe I said something really meanâŠ
âHello? Eddie!â
Maybe I told her how I want to hold her in my arms after making lo-
âEddie! What the hell are you looking at?â Finally turning to see Dustin looking up at me, furrowed brows and parted mouth.
Swallowing hard, I glanced at the door one more time before shrugging. âNothing, what's up, man?â
Raising a brow, Dustin asks, âYou sure? You werenât looking at the door because Y/Nâs in that class, right?â The curly brunette had a little smug smirk on face, âIf you need help with getting a girlfriend, I have some tips.â
Scoffing, I shake my head, âI donât need help, Henderson. And no. We talked about this.â
I start walking toward my class but the little shrimp follows me. âSure, sure. The olâ âNo! I am not in love with my best friend!â Even though she is literally the coolest person ever! Sheâs smart and funny and sometimes way more metal than-â I turn and give him a death glare that threatens him to finish that sentence. âOkay⊠just as metal as you.â
With a sigh, I stop walking and turn to him, âWell, the coolest person ever is ignoring me. So, unless you have any tips on how to get the coolest person ever to acknowledge me, please! Stop talking about it.â
I didn't mean to be rude. I was genuinely frustrated with the whole ordeal. I was beginning to be more than sad. I was angry. Why canât she just talk to me?
âWho is the coolest person ever?â Our heads snap to Robin, who is now standing by the water fountain. She wipes her mouth of the excess water.
âY/N. Eddie likes her.â Dustin blourts.
âDude!â I punched his shoulder.
âOw! What?-â
âI already knew.â Robin laughs. Again, we look at the freckled face girl.
âWhat? How?â I donât have the energy to deny it anymore.
âDude, we can all tell. Youâre not exactly discreet. You look at the girl like she's heaven or⊠Black Sab-Sab- Whatever the fuck and drive her to and from school everyday. Iâm surprised you didnât walk in with her today,â Robin pauses, chuckling. âOh, and you always buy her the cutest little presents. Didnât you buy her a teddy bear with a hellfire shirt on her birthday? So cute!â
âOkay, one, it's Black Sabbath. Two, she⊠she didnât show up this morning so I was actually late today. Three, the teddy bear came with a necklace that almost left me bankrupt. Now, who the hell knows about my⊠my âcrushâ or whatever.â
Robin and Dustin glance at each other and in unison, âEveryone.â
***
After finding out that everyone and their grandmother knew about my love for my best friend, I had an added stressor. The day passed with me tapping my foot on the tiles, hiding in the bathroom, and watching Y/N with eager eyes. She didnât look up at me once. Dustin was actually teasing me less and being more comforting after he saw how antsy I was actually feeling. I could feel everyone's eyes at my table burning into me. But still. I didnât look away. She sat at another table. She never does that. She sits beside me, a queen beside her king. But there she was till she finished eating and left. She looked solemn, like she didnât enjoy her new seating arrangement.
When the clock struck three, I found Steve Harrington's car parked outside the school. I was blinded by an emotion I rarely experienced. It was green, it was red. I slapped my hands on the open window sill.
âJesus! Munson! What the hell, man?â
âWhyâd you lie to me? Sheâs ignoring me, Harrington. Ignoring. I know you know I like her, apparently fucking everyone does. So, why didnât you tell me that sheâs ignoring me?â I was blinded by fury. Jealousy. Anger. âWhy are you picking her up? Why canât she even get in a fucking car with me?â
Sighing, Steveâs brown eyes met mine, I see the regret and the pity. âItâs- Itâs not you.â
âReally? Why didnât she answer the phone? Why is she avoiding me?â
âOkay, okay! She told us to not answer the phone⊠she just didnât wanna be disturbed. Sheâs not feeling well. Nothing personalâŠâ Steve looked me up and down before sighing. âOkay⊠maybe a little personalâŠâ He opened the car door and I backed away. He stood before me and finally came clean. âThe other night, you said something. She wonât tell me what but whatever it was⊠it fucked her up. So, me and Nancy were just hanging out with her till she calmed down. When you left I asked her to call but she said no. She called me during lunch and asked if I could pick her up⊠It didnât feel right âcause I know that's your thing but she was crying so it felt wrong to say no.â
Nodding slowly, my big brown eyes look at the floor. So, I did fuck up.
âI⊠I hurt her?â I met his eyes again. He nods. I lose my train of thought. Any green or red within dissipated and I was left blue. I didn't realize when I started crying or when Steve hugged me. But over his shoulder, I see her. She stood at the doors. Eyes meeting mine. Something flashes in them.
I pull away from the hug. âThanks. See you later.â
I rushed to my van.
I rushed home.
I rushed to bed.
I donât wait for the phone to ring. Even though it did. It rang twice.
I ignored it.
I didnât go to school Tuesday. Or Wednesday. But I went on Thursday.
And I had a plan.
thursday.
12:17 | third
Y/N was sitting at her new table, all alone and sipping on a carton of apple juice. Eddie was watching but this time with a smirk. He was going to find out what he said, if its the last thing he did. He stood from the table. Mike and Dustinâs eyes followed him but Gareth and Jeff remained looking at their food, used to Eddieâs antics. He walked towards Y/Nâs table. Her elbow on the table and cheek in her palm. She wasnât aware that he was nearing her, but his eyes never left her. He plopped in the seat across from her and placed his head in his hands, elbows on the table. He had a big smile on his face.
âHey, sweetheart.â Her eyes widened and she put the drink down. âYou've been ignoring me a bit.â
âNo, justâŠâ Her eyes move to the table.
âAvoiding? Acting like I donât exist?â He crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward.
âI tried calling Monday.â She looked up into his big doe eyes but he was fiddling with his rings.
âYeah, after I found out from someone else that I hurt you,â He paused and looked up, staring into her eyes, âWhy couldnât you just come to me? I thought we trusted each other? That we were best friends?â
âWe are!â She leaned forward.
They were close. They both realized it. Two heartbeats racing and both oblivious.
âThen why not come to me? Why not talk about it? You know Iâd always be here for you, even if I say stupid shit high.â He tilts his head, secretly taking advantage of the close proximity to examine her features and smell that shampoo she left behind on his sheets.
âThatâs the problem! Okay? Youâre always high or drunk. Am I that obnoxious that you canât stand to hang out with me sober?â She stood abruptly and took her tray with her. He was sat frozen for a moment before he comprehended what just occurred. She had tossed the trash on the tray out and placed it on the designated counter. He stood and followed her outside, where he found her walking toward the phone booth.
âUh-uh, this isnât over, princess!â He grabs her wrist and turns her to him. âWhat do you mean? Of course youâre not obnoxious, why would you think that?â
âHow could I not? Why else are you always under the influence? I know I donât do that stuff so maybe Iâm boring or something, I just- I donât know.â There were tears in her eyes, she really didnât want to have this conversation. She looks to the ground for some comfort. âItâs stupid and Iâm insecure but I really just have this uncontrollable feeing that I canât tell you some things when youâre high. Iâm sorry, I know there was a better way to deal with all this and I-Iâm a coward. I just- I was scared to talk about it. I feel like an idiot. I donât mind you getting high or drunk, itâs your body so you can do whatever. Itâd just be nice if you werenât fucked up eveytime we hung out.â
He grabs her chin with his pointer finger and thumb, pulls her to meet his eyes. âYouâre not an idiot. Okay? Donât cry, baby.â He pulled her into a hug after slipping a new nickname.
âIâm sorry for ignoring you, I know youâve been anxious lately. It was wrong of me to leave you. Iâm so sorry.â She cried into his chest.
âHey, itâs okay. I promise. Iâm sorry for making you feel that way. For always being stoned. I need to ask you something, though.â
âYes?â She pulled away.
âWhat did I say Friday night?â
She was silent and began chewing her lip, âY-you⊠said a lot of stuff.â
âLike?â
âLike⊠uh, that Iâm pretty. That you like to-to see me in your shirts and that you like how it looks like Iâm yours when I wear them⊠You were a little jealous of Steve by the sound of itâŠâ
His eyes widened and he swallowed. The memory flooded back in.
âYou look so good in my shirts. âMakes it look like⊠like youâre mine. Yknow? Not Harringtons, mine.â
âOhâŠâ He muttered.
âYeahâŠâ
âW-Well⊠whatâs so wrong with that? We can still be friends even if I-I want you to be mine⊠I would hope that wouldnât push you away.. I⊠Well, I was a little jealous of Harrington because⊠like, you shouldnât be alone watching movies with questionable distance between you âcause who knows what could happen! I wouldnât want that especially when I want you to be mine so⊠and you are pretty! Thatâs a given, we already knew this. We all did apparently! Fucking everyone in Hawkins knows Iâm obsessed with you, so I-I donât see why it warranted you ignoring meâŠI bet even the teddy bear I bought you for your birthday knows, I figured you mightâve too. But I donât see why that has to tear us apart, youâre my best friend and I canât promise Iâll get over it! But if you marry someone else, Iâll support it because I just need you to be happy even if it-â She put her hand over his mouth.
âShut up!â She had a mouth splitting grin on her lips. âEddie Munson, I ignored you because I thought you were lying. I love you. The thought of you lying hurt too much. I wanted you sober so I could say that I love you. God, I hope you donât want me to marry someone elseâŠâ
She moves her hand to let him speak, âDear god, no. Iâd rather lose my guitarâŠâ She looks at him skeptical. âOkay, maybe not but you get it okay.â
She giggled and that sound filled his ears straight to his heart.
âYou love me?â He asked, a smirk on his face.
âYes. Took way too long to tell you.â She stood on her tippy-toes and gave him a brief peck on the lips.
âJesus, if I knew I could get this sooner, I wouldâve quit altogetherâŠâ She looked skeptical again. âOkay, fine! Not really but you get it, okay? Câmere.â
He grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in, pressing her lips against his for longer. She could feel the cold metal of his rings on her warm cheeks and the softness of his lips that danced with hers. Her hands wrapped around his waist. She didnât realize when his tongue entered her mouth but she knew one thing.
She wanted this moment to last forever. They pulled away, eyes glazed over with pure adoration.
He whispered, âKiss me like this everyday?â She nodded. Eddie smiled softly. âGood. You donât have to worry anymore, sweetheart. Iâll gladly be sober with you.â
Sober With You
s: you're tired of how everytime you want to hangout with eddie, he's high. especially when you want to tell him how you feel.
pairing: eddie munson x thicc!reader (f)
word count: 4.7k
warnings!: s4 vol1 and vol2 spoilers! (not really?), minor angst w/ happy ending, weed involved, alcohol involved, eddie is VERY anxious, anxiety, swearing/cursing, very brief mention of sex, two idiots in love, etc
note: pov switches! reader has thick thighs and stretch marks, im chubby and i dont remember what it was like to be skinny. eddie never died he's fine idc LMAO. reader is sort of innocent? not really, like she's aware of things but she doesn't like getting high or drinking, idk it just fits the storyline i had in mind better if she doesnt do that yk? not my favorite fic i've written but i think its worth the read :)
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friday.
00:46 | third
Tapping her foot on the carpeted floor of her bedroom, she debated calling Eddie to see if he was home or maybe asleep. It was Friday night and they spent every Friday night watching movies in his trailer and talking nonsense. He would sometimes play guitar and she would sometimes read to him while running her finger through his hair. However, everytime, he smoked a blunt or drank beers till he said things he didnât understand himself. She nursed him to sleep and always took care of him during hangovers and when he blacked out. Even when he didnât drink hard, Eddie was a handful. He was a lot to handle sober, so even a little tipsy was too much. With hesitant steps, she waddled to the phone hanging by the kitchen and quickly dialed his number before she could regret it. She hadnât seen him that week, other than his daily picking her up and dropping her off, and she missed him. She couldnât help the thought maybe, just maybe he wonât get high this time. Even if there was no reason to believe this time would be different, she still blindly hoped it would be.
The phone rang a few times before she heard his groggy voice whisper into the phone, âHello?â
âHey, Eddie. Itâs meâŠâ She paused, whispering ao her parents didnât hear, âIt's Friday night so I was wondering if I could come over and if you wanted to watch a movie or something?â
She could hear a stifled yawn across the line, âOf course, sweetheart. How could I ever say no to you?â Even in his tired, whispered tone she could hear the humor in his voice.
With a soft laugh and a wide smile, âOkay, Iâll be there in a bit.â
After brief goodbyes, she went back to her room to quickly dress into something comfortable but cute. Some sweatpants and a t-shirt with a black sweater. She left the house as silently as she could before grabbing her mom's car keys to the dusty old Volkswagen her mom never drives, and driving to Eddieâs house in the dark of the night.
***
Four solid knocks and the door swung open to Eddie, standing in nothing but boxers and his Hellfire t-shirt âwhich looked rumpled as it clung to him, as if he rushed out of bed and shrugged it on before answering. His hair array, eyes droopy and yet, she couldnât imagine a world where her best friend wasnât the most beautiful man in existence.
âHey, you got here quick,â he smiled, holding his hand out for her to grab, âNo traffic at this hour, Iâm assuming.â
A quick, dry laugh and shifting to sit on his sofa, she turns to meet his doey brown eyes, âNone at all, the streets are barren. I couldnât imagine why!â
He always said he liked her best when she was sarcastic. So the smile on his face wasnât too surprising as it reached wider than space. He sat beside her and that's when she saw it. With a laugh, âYeah, everyone usually drives around at one im the morning!â There was a joint on the drawer where a lamp sat and a lighter beside it. Her smile fell into a frown. âHey, I know you said you wanted to watch a movie but how about we move to my room and just talk? Not really in the mood for TVâŠâ He turns and notices the frown on her lips. âYou okay, princess?â
She hums, âNothing⊠lets- yeah, lets move to your roomâŠâ She lifted herself off the sofa and walked to his room before he could even say anything else.
Still concerned, he takes his blunt, lights it, slips it between his lips and follows her. Sheâs already sat on his bed, fiddling with a strand of hair. After a drag,âYou sure youâre okay?â
âYeah!â It was high pitched and he didnât trust that tone for a second. However, it was clear she didnât want to talk about it so he dropped it.
After a curt nod, he walked over and sat next to her, âOkay, uh⊠whatâd you do today after school? I didnât see you and you didnât answer the phone so I was a little worriedâŠâ
She smiles briefly, his concern warming her heart for a moment but her smile quickly wipes away when the smell of marijuana hits her senses, âI was with Steve and Robin at the video store for a little then Steve drove me home and watched Fast Times with me.â
Eddie tilts his head, âWhat? You-You watched Fast Times with Steve alone?â
She laughs dryly, âYeah? Robin was gonna come but she had band practice at five soâŠâ she shrugs as a way to finish the sentence.
His eyes shift to stare at the floor, âoh, cool.â
âWhat about you? Whatâd you do?â
He wasnât gonna tell her that at the hour of three he waited at his van to drive her home, only to be disappointed when she didnât show. Then waited for hours by the phone till his uncle told him to get some rest cause Eddie hadnât realized it had been hours. But he also couldnât lie to her, no matter how hard he tried to. He simply couldnât. Instead, he told parts of the truth. âWell at four, I had a DnD campaign⊠then I drove home and ate some cereal⊠then I-uh⊠I just watched TV for a little. Then my uncle told me to go to bed while he was leaving for work so I just took a nap.â
She smiled again. âSounds⊠boring.â
He laughs, âIt was fucking miserable as hell.â He was far too anxious to be bored. He thought maybe she was mad at him, maybe she was hurt, maybe she was feeling upset and pushing him away or he did something wrong. She always rode home with him. Everyday. At seven thirty in the morning, sheâd be at his trailer door after biking to his house to drive with him to school. Just to be together. When school ended, they met at his car so he could drop her off at his trailer to ride her bike home. Just to have a brief chat after school, to work off the nerves and be together. Plus her parents werenât that fond of Eddie, they didnât have any problems with him but they didnât love him either. But she wasnât in his van. She wasnât there. He had DnD at four so he had to leave but he bounced his knee the whole time. He was overthinking all afternoon through to the evening without break. She didnât need to know that, though.
âI bet.â
The minutes ticked by and soon enough, they had talked about anything and everything and it was no longer midnight but four in the morning. She decided to sleep over after Eddie insisted that it was too dangerous for her to go out at this hour. She changed into one of his shirts and boxers to act as shorts, but his chest was barren of a shirt as he laid beside her. He had a couple beers and smoked a little more. Being both high and drunk, she knew some of the things he was saying wouldnât matter to him tomorrow. She knew if she told him what she wanted to tell him now, he wouldnât respond well. It wouldnât mean the same if she were to have told him sober. It also felt wrong. Like she was taking advantage of his vulnerable state to tell him something vulnerable. She felt like she couldnât trust his words when he was high. Whether he felt the same or not. Either way, she couldnât tell him. She was still a little angry. He was still high as he laid beside her, giggling at every word. But what he said that night frustrated her beyond belief. It was different. It shocked her as he never had the audacity before.
He whispered her name, and she turned to look at him. The moonlight hit her face just right and his filter was gone, âYou look so beautiful. You always look beautiful. Dâyou know that?â
Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, âGo to sleep, Eddie.â
âNo, then I canât see you. I want to see you. All of you, even your stretch marks. I donât care if you hate them because they are fucking awesome. You look so good in my shirts. Makes it look like⊠like youâre mine. Yâknow? Not Harringtons, mine.â He placed his hand on her cheek and brushed his finger on her cheekbone. âWhy wasnât I invited? I wouldâve loved to watch Fast Times with you and Steve âthe hairâ Harrington.â He muttered the name in a mocking dreamy tone.
Her eyes welled with tears. He had never said things like this when he was high. He had never confused her or frustrated her quite like this. The worst part is he didnât mean it. He was in lala land, far up in the clouds. She felt safe with him. But right now? He was hurting her. She felt guilty for being mad at him because he wasnât even aware he was hurting her. So, how could she be so angry with him when he was extremely clueless? She rolls over, smacking his hand away in the process. Her back now facing him, âGo to sleep, Munson.â
He was quiet for a moment, but with a pout on his lips, he wrapped his arms around her waist after a few minutes and held her close to him. He muttered a quick, âsorry.â
But it was too late. There were tears on her face and she had begun to shake. He had played with her heart and she couldnât tell him she loved him now. He had broken her heart and stomped on it. Bruised her internally. It was like a mockery, like he was mocking her. He was saying all the things she wanted to hear but he wasnât sober. He didnât mean any of it. Maybe she was being dramatic, but knowing that only worsened the pain. She wasnât gonna get any rest. He didnât need to know that, though.
saturday.
11:57 | third
In the morning, she was gone. His shirt and boxers that she borrowed were folded and placed on the side she was laying on. Eddie frowned in seeing she wasnât there. His memory was a little hazy but he felt something wasnât right. It wasnât just the fact that the pillow she laid her head on was wet with tears but it was a gut feeling. She always waited till he woke up before leaving. Always. Even if she slept over on a school night and she was going to be late to school. She still waited claiming, âIf youâre late, Iâm late.â
But she was gone.
It wasnât the hangover that made him dizzy but the fact that he could smell her shampoo on his sheets. It filled his senses and he felt a warmth embrace his heart.
Till he overthought. Only in this case, it wasnât overthinking.
She always helped him with hangovers. She made him a greasy breakfast with a glass of water and pain meds. Rubbed his back when he groaned from the pounding headache and made himself coffee. Sometimes, she would place her hands over his eyes when he said it was too bright. Her small hands covering his eyes as she giggled, asking âDid it work?â always gave him butterflies.
He always responded the same. âYes, sweetheart. Youâre magic.â
But the bed was empty. He couldnât smell any breakfast or coffee brewing. There were no pain meds on the counter. It was him, a wet pillow and a pounding headache.
He spent the rest of the day like Friday. Waiting by the phone till his uncle told him to cut it out.
sunday.
15:33 | third
She wasnât answering the phone. Her parents were out for work till Tuesday so he knew that sheâd be alone. He didnât want her to feel lonely. That was definitely all it was and not that he ached to see her.
It had been a little over twenty-four hours without her and he was slowly losing his mind.
He couldnât remember what he said. He tried. He thought maybe he did something that upset her. Which ensued hours of him staring out the window as he tried to figure out what he couldâve said or done. But he came up blank every single time. He decided to go to her house.
At three thirty-three on a Sunday, Eddie finds himself at her door, bouncing on the heels of his feet and chewing on his lip.
But Steve Harringon opens the door.
âSteve! Hey, man, whatâre you doing here?â He didnât mean for it to sound so accusatory.
âNothing, Y/Nâs just not feeling well so I came over to help out,â He gave Eddie a closed lip smile, âSomething I can help you with, man?â
He scratches the back of his neck, âActually, I was hoping I could talk to Y/N? She hasnât been answering the phone so I was worriedâŠâ
Eddie was her best friend. But the way Steve was looking at him made him feel like he was an outsider. Like he didnât know her at all. Like he was replaced.
Because if she were sick, wouldnât she call him? Sheâs called me before⊠Iâve helped her everytime she was sick⊠Why would she call Steve over me?
âOh⊠we didnât hear it. With Nancy comforting her nonstop and the TV on, I guess it drowned outâŠâ Steve shrugs.
He sees the way Eddieâs face drops. The way he stills and mutters an, âOh. Okay. Just⊠tell her to call me when she canâŠâ he goes to turn away and returns home, but Steve grabs his wrist and turns to face him.
âYou alright, Munson?â
Eddieâs eyes water, âYeah, man. Just been really worriedâŠâ Steve gives him a knowing glare and frowns as Eddieâs voice cracks. Steve was aware of Eddieâs feelings. Almost everyone could tell but Y/N. Steve pulls Eddie into a brief hug and pats his back.
âIâll tell her to call,â Steve gives him one last tight lipped smile before walking back inside, âSee yaâ later, Munson.â
âLater, Harrington.â
The whole drive home, Eddie had a stone cold stare on the road. Black Sabbath played on the radio but for once, he wasnât really listening.
When gets to his trailer, he doesnât wait for the phone to ring. He trusts Steve told her to call but he knows she probably wonât if sheâs truly unwell, and especially not if it was a lie to cover up her being upset with him. He heads straight for a shower then for bed.
But he struggles to sleep.
He still thinks of her.
monday.
9:45 | eddie
She is definitely fucking ignoring me.
I canât help but frown as she walks past me like she doesnât know me. I didnât speak. I didnât know what to say. What does one say when the person that means everything to them walks past as if they donât exist? It was out of the ordinary so I froze. Stuck in place I watch her retreating form enter a classroom. My heart clenched and I suddenly felt nauseous. I get anxious⊠but never quite like this. That girl is destroying me and doesnât even realize it. Or maybe she does. Maybe thatâs why sheâs ignoring me? Maybe I accidentally told her? I could say it was a lie⊠but it wasnât.
âEddie!â
Maybe I didnât. Maybe I said something really meanâŠ
âHello? Eddie!â
Maybe I told her how I want to hold her in my arms after making lo-
âEddie! What the hell are you looking at?â Finally turning to see Dustin looking up at me, furrowed brows and parted mouth.
Swallowing hard, I glanced at the door one more time before shrugging. âNothing, what's up, man?â
Raising a brow, Dustin asks, âYou sure? You werenât looking at the door because Y/Nâs in that class, right?â The curly brunette had a little smug smirk on face, âIf you need help with getting a girlfriend, I have some tips.â
Scoffing, I shake my head, âI donât need help, Henderson. And no. We talked about this.â
I start walking toward my class but the little shrimp follows me. âSure, sure. The olâ âNo! I am not in love with my best friend!â Even though she is literally the coolest person ever! Sheâs smart and funny and sometimes way more metal than-â I turn and give him a death glare that threatens him to finish that sentence. âOkay⊠just as metal as you.â
With a sigh, I stop walking and turn to him, âWell, the coolest person ever is ignoring me. So, unless you have any tips on how to get the coolest person ever to acknowledge me, please! Stop talking about it.â
I didn't mean to be rude. I was genuinely frustrated with the whole ordeal. I was beginning to be more than sad. I was angry. Why canât she just talk to me?
âWho is the coolest person ever?â Our heads snap to Robin, who is now standing by the water fountain. She wipes her mouth of the excess water.
âY/N. Eddie likes her.â Dustin blourts.
âDude!â I punched his shoulder.
âOw! What?-â
âI already knew.â Robin laughs. Again, we look at the freckled face girl.
âWhat? How?â I donât have the energy to deny it anymore.
âDude, we can all tell. Youâre not exactly discreet. You look at the girl like she's heaven or⊠Black Sab-Sab- Whatever the fuck and drive her to and from school everyday. Iâm surprised you didnât walk in with her today,â Robin pauses, chuckling. âOh, and you always buy her the cutest little presents. Didnât you buy her a teddy bear with a hellfire shirt on her birthday? So cute!â
âOkay, one, it's Black Sabbath. Two, she⊠she didnât show up this morning so I was actually late today. Three, the teddy bear came with a necklace that almost left me bankrupt. Now, who the hell knows about my⊠my âcrushâ or whatever.â
Robin and Dustin glance at each other and in unison, âEveryone.â
***
After finding out that everyone and their grandmother knew about my love for my best friend, I had an added stressor. The day passed with me tapping my foot on the tiles, hiding in the bathroom, and watching Y/N with eager eyes. She didnât look up at me once. Dustin was actually teasing me less and being more comforting after he saw how antsy I was actually feeling. I could feel everyone's eyes at my table burning into me. But still. I didnât look away. She sat at another table. She never does that. She sits beside me, a queen beside her king. But there she was till she finished eating and left. She looked solemn, like she didnât enjoy her new seating arrangement.
When the clock struck three, I found Steve Harrington's car parked outside the school. I was blinded by an emotion I rarely experienced. It was green, it was red. I slapped my hands on the open window sill.
âJesus! Munson! What the hell, man?â
âWhyâd you lie to me? Sheâs ignoring me, Harrington. Ignoring. I know you know I like her, apparently fucking everyone does. So, why didnât you tell me that sheâs ignoring me?â I was blinded by fury. Jealousy. Anger. âWhy are you picking her up? Why canât she even get in a fucking car with me?â
Sighing, Steveâs brown eyes met mine, I see the regret and the pity. âItâs- Itâs not you.â
âReally? Why didnât she answer the phone? Why is she avoiding me?â
âOkay, okay! She told us to not answer the phone⊠she just didnât wanna be disturbed. Sheâs not feeling well. Nothing personalâŠâ Steve looked me up and down before sighing. âOkay⊠maybe a little personalâŠâ He opened the car door and I backed away. He stood before me and finally came clean. âThe other night, you said something. She wonât tell me what but whatever it was⊠it fucked her up. So, me and Nancy were just hanging out with her till she calmed down. When you left I asked her to call but she said no. She called me during lunch and asked if I could pick her up⊠It didnât feel right âcause I know that's your thing but she was crying so it felt wrong to say no.â
Nodding slowly, my big brown eyes look at the floor. So, I did fuck up.
âI⊠I hurt her?â I met his eyes again. He nods. I lose my train of thought. Any green or red within dissipated and I was left blue. I didn't realize when I started crying or when Steve hugged me. But over his shoulder, I see her. She stood at the doors. Eyes meeting mine. Something flashes in them.
I pull away from the hug. âThanks. See you later.â
I rushed to my van.
I rushed home.
I rushed to bed.
I donât wait for the phone to ring. Even though it did. It rang twice.
I ignored it.
I didnât go to school Tuesday. Or Wednesday. But I went on Thursday.
And I had a plan.
thursday.
12:17 | third
Y/N was sitting at her new table, all alone and sipping on a carton of apple juice. Eddie was watching but this time with a smirk. He was going to find out what he said, if its the last thing he did. He stood from the table. Mike and Dustinâs eyes followed him but Gareth and Jeff remained looking at their food, used to Eddieâs antics. He walked towards Y/Nâs table. Her elbow on the table and cheek in her palm. She wasnât aware that he was nearing her, but his eyes never left her. He plopped in the seat across from her and placed his head in his hands, elbows on the table. He had a big smile on his face.
âHey, sweetheart.â Her eyes widened and she put the drink down. âYou've been ignoring me a bit.â
âNo, justâŠâ Her eyes move to the table.
âAvoiding? Acting like I donât exist?â He crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward.
âI tried calling Monday.â She looked up into his big doe eyes but he was fiddling with his rings.
âYeah, after I found out from someone else that I hurt you,â He paused and looked up, staring into her eyes, âWhy couldnât you just come to me? I thought we trusted each other? That we were best friends?â
âWe are!â She leaned forward.
They were close. They both realized it. Two heartbeats racing and both oblivious.
âThen why not come to me? Why not talk about it? You know Iâd always be here for you, even if I say stupid shit high.â He tilts his head, secretly taking advantage of the close proximity to examine her features and smell that shampoo she left behind on his sheets.
âThatâs the problem! Okay? Youâre always high or drunk. Am I that obnoxious that you canât stand to hang out with me sober?â She stood abruptly and took her tray with her. He was sat frozen for a moment before he comprehended what just occurred. She had tossed the trash on the tray out and placed it on the designated counter. He stood and followed her outside, where he found her walking toward the phone booth.
âUh-uh, this isnât over, princess!â He grabs her wrist and turns her to him. âWhat do you mean? Of course youâre not obnoxious, why would you think that?â
âHow could I not? Why else are you always under the influence? I know I donât do that stuff so maybe Iâm boring or something, I just- I donât know.â There were tears in her eyes, she really didnât want to have this conversation. She looks to the ground for some comfort. âItâs stupid and Iâm insecure but I really just have this uncontrollable feeing that I canât tell you some things when youâre high. Iâm sorry, I know there was a better way to deal with all this and I-Iâm a coward. I just- I was scared to talk about it. I feel like an idiot. I donât mind you getting high or drunk, itâs your body so you can do whatever. Itâd just be nice if you werenât fucked up eveytime we hung out.â
He grabs her chin with his pointer finger and thumb, pulls her to meet his eyes. âYouâre not an idiot. Okay? Donât cry, baby.â He pulled her into a hug after slipping a new nickname.
âIâm sorry for ignoring you, I know youâve been anxious lately. It was wrong of me to leave you. Iâm so sorry.â She cried into his chest.
âHey, itâs okay. I promise. Iâm sorry for making you feel that way. For always being stoned. I need to ask you something, though.â
âYes?â She pulled away.
âWhat did I say Friday night?â
She was silent and began chewing her lip, âY-you⊠said a lot of stuff.â
âLike?â
âLike⊠uh, that Iâm pretty. That you like to-to see me in your shirts and that you like how it looks like Iâm yours when I wear them⊠You were a little jealous of Steve by the sound of itâŠâ
His eyes widened and he swallowed. The memory flooded back in.
âYou look so good in my shirts. âMakes it look like⊠like youâre mine. Yknow? Not Harringtons, mine.â
âOhâŠâ He muttered.
âYeahâŠâ
âW-Well⊠whatâs so wrong with that? We can still be friends even if I-I want you to be mine⊠I would hope that wouldnât push you away.. I⊠Well, I was a little jealous of Harrington because⊠like, you shouldnât be alone watching movies with questionable distance between you âcause who knows what could happen! I wouldnât want that especially when I want you to be mine so⊠and you are pretty! Thatâs a given, we already knew this. We all did apparently! Fucking everyone in Hawkins knows Iâm obsessed with you, so I-I donât see why it warranted you ignoring meâŠI bet even the teddy bear I bought you for your birthday knows, I figured you mightâve too. But I donât see why that has to tear us apart, youâre my best friend and I canât promise Iâll get over it! But if you marry someone else, Iâll support it because I just need you to be happy even if it-â She put her hand over his mouth.
âShut up!â She had a mouth splitting grin on her lips. âEddie Munson, I ignored you because I thought you were lying. I love you. The thought of you lying hurt too much. I wanted you sober so I could say that I love you. God, I hope you donât want me to marry someone elseâŠâ
She moves her hand to let him speak, âDear god, no. Iâd rather lose my guitarâŠâ She looks at him skeptical. âOkay, maybe not but you get it okay.â
She giggled and that sound filled his ears straight to his heart.
âYou love me?â He asked, a smirk on his face.
âYes. Took way too long to tell you.â She stood on her tippy-toes and gave him a brief peck on the lips.
âJesus, if I knew I could get this sooner, I wouldâve quit altogetherâŠâ She looked skeptical again. âOkay, fine! Not really but you get it, okay? Câmere.â
He grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in, pressing her lips against his for longer. She could feel the cold metal of his rings on her warm cheeks and the softness of his lips that danced with hers. Her hands wrapped around his waist. She didnât realize when his tongue entered her mouth but she knew one thing.
She wanted this moment to last forever. They pulled away, eyes glazed over with pure adoration.
He whispered, âKiss me like this everyday?â She nodded. Eddie smiled softly. âGood. You donât have to worry anymore, sweetheart. Iâll gladly be sober with you.â
Sober With You
s: you're tired of how everytime you want to hangout with eddie, he's high. especially when you want to tell him how you feel.
pairing: eddie munson x thicc!reader (f)
word count: 4.7k
warnings!: s4 vol1 and vol2 spoilers! (not really?), minor angst w/ happy ending, weed involved, alcohol involved, eddie is VERY anxious, anxiety, swearing/cursing, very brief mention of sex, two idiots in love, etc
note: pov switches! reader has thick thighs and stretch marks, im chubby and i dont remember what it was like to be skinny. eddie never died he's fine idc LMAO. reader is sort of innocent? not really, like she's aware of things but she doesn't like getting high or drinking, idk it just fits the storyline i had in mind better if she doesnt do that yk? not my favorite fic i've written but i think its worth the read :)
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friday.
00:46 | third
Tapping her foot on the carpeted floor of her bedroom, she debated calling Eddie to see if he was home or maybe asleep. It was Friday night and they spent every Friday night watching movies in his trailer and talking nonsense. He would sometimes play guitar and she would sometimes read to him while running her finger through his hair. However, everytime, he smoked a blunt or drank beers till he said things he didnât understand himself. She nursed him to sleep and always took care of him during hangovers and when he blacked out. Even when he didnât drink hard, Eddie was a handful. He was a lot to handle sober, so even a little tipsy was too much. With hesitant steps, she waddled to the phone hanging by the kitchen and quickly dialed his number before she could regret it. She hadnât seen him that week, other than his daily picking her up and dropping her off, and she missed him. She couldnât help the thought maybe, just maybe he wonât get high this time. Even if there was no reason to believe this time would be different, she still blindly hoped it would be.
The phone rang a few times before she heard his groggy voice whisper into the phone, âHello?â
âHey, Eddie. Itâs meâŠâ She paused, whispering ao her parents didnât hear, âIt's Friday night so I was wondering if I could come over and if you wanted to watch a movie or something?â
She could hear a stifled yawn across the line, âOf course, sweetheart. How could I ever say no to you?â Even in his tired, whispered tone she could hear the humor in his voice.
With a soft laugh and a wide smile, âOkay, Iâll be there in a bit.â
After brief goodbyes, she went back to her room to quickly dress into something comfortable but cute. Some sweatpants and a t-shirt with a black sweater. She left the house as silently as she could before grabbing her mom's car keys to the dusty old Volkswagen her mom never drives, and driving to Eddieâs house in the dark of the night.
***
Four solid knocks and the door swung open to Eddie, standing in nothing but boxers and his Hellfire t-shirt âwhich looked rumpled as it clung to him, as if he rushed out of bed and shrugged it on before answering. His hair array, eyes droopy and yet, she couldnât imagine a world where her best friend wasnât the most beautiful man in existence.
âHey, you got here quick,â he smiled, holding his hand out for her to grab, âNo traffic at this hour, Iâm assuming.â
A quick, dry laugh and shifting to sit on his sofa, she turns to meet his doey brown eyes, âNone at all, the streets are barren. I couldnât imagine why!â
He always said he liked her best when she was sarcastic. So the smile on his face wasnât too surprising as it reached wider than space. He sat beside her and that's when she saw it. With a laugh, âYeah, everyone usually drives around at one im the morning!â There was a joint on the drawer where a lamp sat and a lighter beside it. Her smile fell into a frown. âHey, I know you said you wanted to watch a movie but how about we move to my room and just talk? Not really in the mood for TVâŠâ He turns and notices the frown on her lips. âYou okay, princess?â
She hums, âNothing⊠lets- yeah, lets move to your roomâŠâ She lifted herself off the sofa and walked to his room before he could even say anything else.
Still concerned, he takes his blunt, lights it, slips it between his lips and follows her. Sheâs already sat on his bed, fiddling with a strand of hair. After a drag,âYou sure youâre okay?â
âYeah!â It was high pitched and he didnât trust that tone for a second. However, it was clear she didnât want to talk about it so he dropped it.
After a curt nod, he walked over and sat next to her, âOkay, uh⊠whatâd you do today after school? I didnât see you and you didnât answer the phone so I was a little worriedâŠâ
She smiles briefly, his concern warming her heart for a moment but her smile quickly wipes away when the smell of marijuana hits her senses, âI was with Steve and Robin at the video store for a little then Steve drove me home and watched Fast Times with me.â
Eddie tilts his head, âWhat? You-You watched Fast Times with Steve alone?â
She laughs dryly, âYeah? Robin was gonna come but she had band practice at five soâŠâ she shrugs as a way to finish the sentence.
His eyes shift to stare at the floor, âoh, cool.â
âWhat about you? Whatâd you do?â
He wasnât gonna tell her that at the hour of three he waited at his van to drive her home, only to be disappointed when she didnât show. Then waited for hours by the phone till his uncle told him to get some rest cause Eddie hadnât realized it had been hours. But he also couldnât lie to her, no matter how hard he tried to. He simply couldnât. Instead, he told parts of the truth. âWell at four, I had a DnD campaign⊠then I drove home and ate some cereal⊠then I-uh⊠I just watched TV for a little. Then my uncle told me to go to bed while he was leaving for work so I just took a nap.â
She smiled again. âSounds⊠boring.â
He laughs, âIt was fucking miserable as hell.â He was far too anxious to be bored. He thought maybe she was mad at him, maybe she was hurt, maybe she was feeling upset and pushing him away or he did something wrong. She always rode home with him. Everyday. At seven thirty in the morning, sheâd be at his trailer door after biking to his house to drive with him to school. Just to be together. When school ended, they met at his car so he could drop her off at his trailer to ride her bike home. Just to have a brief chat after school, to work off the nerves and be together. Plus her parents werenât that fond of Eddie, they didnât have any problems with him but they didnât love him either. But she wasnât in his van. She wasnât there. He had DnD at four so he had to leave but he bounced his knee the whole time. He was overthinking all afternoon through to the evening without break. She didnât need to know that, though.
âI bet.â
The minutes ticked by and soon enough, they had talked about anything and everything and it was no longer midnight but four in the morning. She decided to sleep over after Eddie insisted that it was too dangerous for her to go out at this hour. She changed into one of his shirts and boxers to act as shorts, but his chest was barren of a shirt as he laid beside her. He had a couple beers and smoked a little more. Being both high and drunk, she knew some of the things he was saying wouldnât matter to him tomorrow. She knew if she told him what she wanted to tell him now, he wouldnât respond well. It wouldnât mean the same if she were to have told him sober. It also felt wrong. Like she was taking advantage of his vulnerable state to tell him something vulnerable. She felt like she couldnât trust his words when he was high. Whether he felt the same or not. Either way, she couldnât tell him. She was still a little angry. He was still high as he laid beside her, giggling at every word. But what he said that night frustrated her beyond belief. It was different. It shocked her as he never had the audacity before.
He whispered her name, and she turned to look at him. The moonlight hit her face just right and his filter was gone, âYou look so beautiful. You always look beautiful. Dâyou know that?â
Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, âGo to sleep, Eddie.â
âNo, then I canât see you. I want to see you. All of you, even your stretch marks. I donât care if you hate them because they are fucking awesome. You look so good in my shirts. Makes it look like⊠like youâre mine. Yâknow? Not Harringtons, mine.â He placed his hand on her cheek and brushed his finger on her cheekbone. âWhy wasnât I invited? I wouldâve loved to watch Fast Times with you and Steve âthe hairâ Harrington.â He muttered the name in a mocking dreamy tone.
Her eyes welled with tears. He had never said things like this when he was high. He had never confused her or frustrated her quite like this. The worst part is he didnât mean it. He was in lala land, far up in the clouds. She felt safe with him. But right now? He was hurting her. She felt guilty for being mad at him because he wasnât even aware he was hurting her. So, how could she be so angry with him when he was extremely clueless? She rolls over, smacking his hand away in the process. Her back now facing him, âGo to sleep, Munson.â
He was quiet for a moment, but with a pout on his lips, he wrapped his arms around her waist after a few minutes and held her close to him. He muttered a quick, âsorry.â
But it was too late. There were tears on her face and she had begun to shake. He had played with her heart and she couldnât tell him she loved him now. He had broken her heart and stomped on it. Bruised her internally. It was like a mockery, like he was mocking her. He was saying all the things she wanted to hear but he wasnât sober. He didnât mean any of it. Maybe she was being dramatic, but knowing that only worsened the pain. She wasnât gonna get any rest. He didnât need to know that, though.
saturday.
11:57 | third
In the morning, she was gone. His shirt and boxers that she borrowed were folded and placed on the side she was laying on. Eddie frowned in seeing she wasnât there. His memory was a little hazy but he felt something wasnât right. It wasnât just the fact that the pillow she laid her head on was wet with tears but it was a gut feeling. She always waited till he woke up before leaving. Always. Even if she slept over on a school night and she was going to be late to school. She still waited claiming, âIf youâre late, Iâm late.â
But she was gone.
It wasnât the hangover that made him dizzy but the fact that he could smell her shampoo on his sheets. It filled his senses and he felt a warmth embrace his heart.
Till he overthought. Only in this case, it wasnât overthinking.
She always helped him with hangovers. She made him a greasy breakfast with a glass of water and pain meds. Rubbed his back when he groaned from the pounding headache and made himself coffee. Sometimes, she would place her hands over his eyes when he said it was too bright. Her small hands covering his eyes as she giggled, asking âDid it work?â always gave him butterflies.
He always responded the same. âYes, sweetheart. Youâre magic.â
But the bed was empty. He couldnât smell any breakfast or coffee brewing. There were no pain meds on the counter. It was him, a wet pillow and a pounding headache.
He spent the rest of the day like Friday. Waiting by the phone till his uncle told him to cut it out.
sunday.
15:33 | third
She wasnât answering the phone. Her parents were out for work till Tuesday so he knew that sheâd be alone. He didnât want her to feel lonely. That was definitely all it was and not that he ached to see her.
It had been a little over twenty-four hours without her and he was slowly losing his mind.
He couldnât remember what he said. He tried. He thought maybe he did something that upset her. Which ensued hours of him staring out the window as he tried to figure out what he couldâve said or done. But he came up blank every single time. He decided to go to her house.
At three thirty-three on a Sunday, Eddie finds himself at her door, bouncing on the heels of his feet and chewing on his lip.
But Steve Harringon opens the door.
âSteve! Hey, man, whatâre you doing here?â He didnât mean for it to sound so accusatory.
âNothing, Y/Nâs just not feeling well so I came over to help out,â He gave Eddie a closed lip smile, âSomething I can help you with, man?â
He scratches the back of his neck, âActually, I was hoping I could talk to Y/N? She hasnât been answering the phone so I was worriedâŠâ
Eddie was her best friend. But the way Steve was looking at him made him feel like he was an outsider. Like he didnât know her at all. Like he was replaced.
Because if she were sick, wouldnât she call him? Sheâs called me before⊠Iâve helped her everytime she was sick⊠Why would she call Steve over me?
âOh⊠we didnât hear it. With Nancy comforting her nonstop and the TV on, I guess it drowned outâŠâ Steve shrugs.
He sees the way Eddieâs face drops. The way he stills and mutters an, âOh. Okay. Just⊠tell her to call me when she canâŠâ he goes to turn away and returns home, but Steve grabs his wrist and turns to face him.
âYou alright, Munson?â
Eddieâs eyes water, âYeah, man. Just been really worriedâŠâ Steve gives him a knowing glare and frowns as Eddieâs voice cracks. Steve was aware of Eddieâs feelings. Almost everyone could tell but Y/N. Steve pulls Eddie into a brief hug and pats his back.
âIâll tell her to call,â Steve gives him one last tight lipped smile before walking back inside, âSee yaâ later, Munson.â
âLater, Harrington.â
The whole drive home, Eddie had a stone cold stare on the road. Black Sabbath played on the radio but for once, he wasnât really listening.
When gets to his trailer, he doesnât wait for the phone to ring. He trusts Steve told her to call but he knows she probably wonât if sheâs truly unwell, and especially not if it was a lie to cover up her being upset with him. He heads straight for a shower then for bed.
But he struggles to sleep.
He still thinks of her.
monday.
9:45 | eddie
She is definitely fucking ignoring me.
I canât help but frown as she walks past me like she doesnât know me. I didnât speak. I didnât know what to say. What does one say when the person that means everything to them walks past as if they donât exist? It was out of the ordinary so I froze. Stuck in place I watch her retreating form enter a classroom. My heart clenched and I suddenly felt nauseous. I get anxious⊠but never quite like this. That girl is destroying me and doesnât even realize it. Or maybe she does. Maybe thatâs why sheâs ignoring me? Maybe I accidentally told her? I could say it was a lie⊠but it wasnât.
âEddie!â
Maybe I didnât. Maybe I said something really meanâŠ
âHello? Eddie!â
Maybe I told her how I want to hold her in my arms after making lo-
âEddie! What the hell are you looking at?â Finally turning to see Dustin looking up at me, furrowed brows and parted mouth.
Swallowing hard, I glanced at the door one more time before shrugging. âNothing, what's up, man?â
Raising a brow, Dustin asks, âYou sure? You werenât looking at the door because Y/Nâs in that class, right?â The curly brunette had a little smug smirk on face, âIf you need help with getting a girlfriend, I have some tips.â
Scoffing, I shake my head, âI donât need help, Henderson. And no. We talked about this.â
I start walking toward my class but the little shrimp follows me. âSure, sure. The olâ âNo! I am not in love with my best friend!â Even though she is literally the coolest person ever! Sheâs smart and funny and sometimes way more metal than-â I turn and give him a death glare that threatens him to finish that sentence. âOkay⊠just as metal as you.â
With a sigh, I stop walking and turn to him, âWell, the coolest person ever is ignoring me. So, unless you have any tips on how to get the coolest person ever to acknowledge me, please! Stop talking about it.â
I didn't mean to be rude. I was genuinely frustrated with the whole ordeal. I was beginning to be more than sad. I was angry. Why canât she just talk to me?
âWho is the coolest person ever?â Our heads snap to Robin, who is now standing by the water fountain. She wipes her mouth of the excess water.
âY/N. Eddie likes her.â Dustin blourts.
âDude!â I punched his shoulder.
âOw! What?-â
âI already knew.â Robin laughs. Again, we look at the freckled face girl.
âWhat? How?â I donât have the energy to deny it anymore.
âDude, we can all tell. Youâre not exactly discreet. You look at the girl like she's heaven or⊠Black Sab-Sab- Whatever the fuck and drive her to and from school everyday. Iâm surprised you didnât walk in with her today,â Robin pauses, chuckling. âOh, and you always buy her the cutest little presents. Didnât you buy her a teddy bear with a hellfire shirt on her birthday? So cute!â
âOkay, one, it's Black Sabbath. Two, she⊠she didnât show up this morning so I was actually late today. Three, the teddy bear came with a necklace that almost left me bankrupt. Now, who the hell knows about my⊠my âcrushâ or whatever.â
Robin and Dustin glance at each other and in unison, âEveryone.â
***
After finding out that everyone and their grandmother knew about my love for my best friend, I had an added stressor. The day passed with me tapping my foot on the tiles, hiding in the bathroom, and watching Y/N with eager eyes. She didnât look up at me once. Dustin was actually teasing me less and being more comforting after he saw how antsy I was actually feeling. I could feel everyone's eyes at my table burning into me. But still. I didnât look away. She sat at another table. She never does that. She sits beside me, a queen beside her king. But there she was till she finished eating and left. She looked solemn, like she didnât enjoy her new seating arrangement.
When the clock struck three, I found Steve Harrington's car parked outside the school. I was blinded by an emotion I rarely experienced. It was green, it was red. I slapped my hands on the open window sill.
âJesus! Munson! What the hell, man?â
âWhyâd you lie to me? Sheâs ignoring me, Harrington. Ignoring. I know you know I like her, apparently fucking everyone does. So, why didnât you tell me that sheâs ignoring me?â I was blinded by fury. Jealousy. Anger. âWhy are you picking her up? Why canât she even get in a fucking car with me?â
Sighing, Steveâs brown eyes met mine, I see the regret and the pity. âItâs- Itâs not you.â
âReally? Why didnât she answer the phone? Why is she avoiding me?â
âOkay, okay! She told us to not answer the phone⊠she just didnât wanna be disturbed. Sheâs not feeling well. Nothing personalâŠâ Steve looked me up and down before sighing. âOkay⊠maybe a little personalâŠâ He opened the car door and I backed away. He stood before me and finally came clean. âThe other night, you said something. She wonât tell me what but whatever it was⊠it fucked her up. So, me and Nancy were just hanging out with her till she calmed down. When you left I asked her to call but she said no. She called me during lunch and asked if I could pick her up⊠It didnât feel right âcause I know that's your thing but she was crying so it felt wrong to say no.â
Nodding slowly, my big brown eyes look at the floor. So, I did fuck up.
âI⊠I hurt her?â I met his eyes again. He nods. I lose my train of thought. Any green or red within dissipated and I was left blue. I didn't realize when I started crying or when Steve hugged me. But over his shoulder, I see her. She stood at the doors. Eyes meeting mine. Something flashes in them.
I pull away from the hug. âThanks. See you later.â
I rushed to my van.
I rushed home.
I rushed to bed.
I donât wait for the phone to ring. Even though it did. It rang twice.
I ignored it.
I didnât go to school Tuesday. Or Wednesday. But I went on Thursday.
And I had a plan.
thursday.
12:17 | third
Y/N was sitting at her new table, all alone and sipping on a carton of apple juice. Eddie was watching but this time with a smirk. He was going to find out what he said, if its the last thing he did. He stood from the table. Mike and Dustinâs eyes followed him but Gareth and Jeff remained looking at their food, used to Eddieâs antics. He walked towards Y/Nâs table. Her elbow on the table and cheek in her palm. She wasnât aware that he was nearing her, but his eyes never left her. He plopped in the seat across from her and placed his head in his hands, elbows on the table. He had a big smile on his face.
âHey, sweetheart.â Her eyes widened and she put the drink down. âYou've been ignoring me a bit.â
âNo, justâŠâ Her eyes move to the table.
âAvoiding? Acting like I donât exist?â He crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward.
âI tried calling Monday.â She looked up into his big doe eyes but he was fiddling with his rings.
âYeah, after I found out from someone else that I hurt you,â He paused and looked up, staring into her eyes, âWhy couldnât you just come to me? I thought we trusted each other? That we were best friends?â
âWe are!â She leaned forward.
They were close. They both realized it. Two heartbeats racing and both oblivious.
âThen why not come to me? Why not talk about it? You know Iâd always be here for you, even if I say stupid shit high.â He tilts his head, secretly taking advantage of the close proximity to examine her features and smell that shampoo she left behind on his sheets.
âThatâs the problem! Okay? Youâre always high or drunk. Am I that obnoxious that you canât stand to hang out with me sober?â She stood abruptly and took her tray with her. He was sat frozen for a moment before he comprehended what just occurred. She had tossed the trash on the tray out and placed it on the designated counter. He stood and followed her outside, where he found her walking toward the phone booth.
âUh-uh, this isnât over, princess!â He grabs her wrist and turns her to him. âWhat do you mean? Of course youâre not obnoxious, why would you think that?â
âHow could I not? Why else are you always under the influence? I know I donât do that stuff so maybe Iâm boring or something, I just- I donât know.â There were tears in her eyes, she really didnât want to have this conversation. She looks to the ground for some comfort. âItâs stupid and Iâm insecure but I really just have this uncontrollable feeing that I canât tell you some things when youâre high. Iâm sorry, I know there was a better way to deal with all this and I-Iâm a coward. I just- I was scared to talk about it. I feel like an idiot. I donât mind you getting high or drunk, itâs your body so you can do whatever. Itâd just be nice if you werenât fucked up eveytime we hung out.â
He grabs her chin with his pointer finger and thumb, pulls her to meet his eyes. âYouâre not an idiot. Okay? Donât cry, baby.â He pulled her into a hug after slipping a new nickname.
âIâm sorry for ignoring you, I know youâve been anxious lately. It was wrong of me to leave you. Iâm so sorry.â She cried into his chest.
âHey, itâs okay. I promise. Iâm sorry for making you feel that way. For always being stoned. I need to ask you something, though.â
âYes?â She pulled away.
âWhat did I say Friday night?â
She was silent and began chewing her lip, âY-you⊠said a lot of stuff.â
âLike?â
âLike⊠uh, that Iâm pretty. That you like to-to see me in your shirts and that you like how it looks like Iâm yours when I wear them⊠You were a little jealous of Steve by the sound of itâŠâ
His eyes widened and he swallowed. The memory flooded back in.
âYou look so good in my shirts. âMakes it look like⊠like youâre mine. Yknow? Not Harringtons, mine.â
âOhâŠâ He muttered.
âYeahâŠâ
âW-Well⊠whatâs so wrong with that? We can still be friends even if I-I want you to be mine⊠I would hope that wouldnât push you away.. I⊠Well, I was a little jealous of Harrington because⊠like, you shouldnât be alone watching movies with questionable distance between you âcause who knows what could happen! I wouldnât want that especially when I want you to be mine so⊠and you are pretty! Thatâs a given, we already knew this. We all did apparently! Fucking everyone in Hawkins knows Iâm obsessed with you, so I-I donât see why it warranted you ignoring meâŠI bet even the teddy bear I bought you for your birthday knows, I figured you mightâve too. But I donât see why that has to tear us apart, youâre my best friend and I canât promise Iâll get over it! But if you marry someone else, Iâll support it because I just need you to be happy even if it-â She put her hand over his mouth.
âShut up!â She had a mouth splitting grin on her lips. âEddie Munson, I ignored you because I thought you were lying. I love you. The thought of you lying hurt too much. I wanted you sober so I could say that I love you. God, I hope you donât want me to marry someone elseâŠâ
She moves her hand to let him speak, âDear god, no. Iâd rather lose my guitarâŠâ She looks at him skeptical. âOkay, maybe not but you get it okay.â
She giggled and that sound filled his ears straight to his heart.
âYou love me?â He asked, a smirk on his face.
âYes. Took way too long to tell you.â She stood on her tippy-toes and gave him a brief peck on the lips.
âJesus, if I knew I could get this sooner, I wouldâve quit altogetherâŠâ She looked skeptical again. âOkay, fine! Not really but you get it, okay? Câmere.â
He grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in, pressing her lips against his for longer. She could feel the cold metal of his rings on her warm cheeks and the softness of his lips that danced with hers. Her hands wrapped around his waist. She didnât realize when his tongue entered her mouth but she knew one thing.
She wanted this moment to last forever. They pulled away, eyes glazed over with pure adoration.
He whispered, âKiss me like this everyday?â She nodded. Eddie smiled softly. âGood. You donât have to worry anymore, sweetheart. Iâll gladly be sober with you.â
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