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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 didn’t understand himself. She nursed him to sleep and always took care of him during hangovers and when he blacked out. Even when he didn’t 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 hadn’t seen him that week, other than his daily picking her up and dropping her off, and she missed him. She couldn’t help the thought maybe, just maybe he won’t 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, “Hello?”

“Hey, Eddie. It’s me…” She paused, whispering ao her parents didn’t hear, “It's Friday night so I was wondering if I could come over and if you wanted to watch a movie or something?”

She could hear a stifled yawn across the line, “Of course, sweetheart. How could I ever say no to you?” Even in his tired, whispered tone she could hear the humor in his voice.

With a soft laugh and a wide smile, “Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.”

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 Eddie’s 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 —which 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 couldn’t imagine a world where her best friend wasn’t the most beautiful man in existence.

“Hey, you got here quick,” he smiled, holding his hand out for her to grab, “No traffic at this hour, I’m assuming.”

A quick, dry laugh and shifting to sit on his sofa, she turns to meet his doey brown eyes, “None at all, the streets are barren. I couldn’t imagine why!”

He always said he liked her best when she was sarcastic. So the smile on his face wasn’t too surprising as it reached wider than space. He sat beside her and that's when she saw it. With a laugh, “Yeah, everyone usually drives around at one im the morning!” There was a joint on the drawer where a lamp sat and a lighter beside it. Her smile fell into a frown. “Hey, 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 TV…” He turns and notices the frown on her lips. “You okay, princess?”

She hums, “Nothing… lets- yeah, lets move to your room…” 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. She’s already sat on his bed, fiddling with a strand of hair. After a drag,“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah!” It was high pitched and he didn’t trust that tone for a second. However, it was clear she didn’t want to talk about it so he dropped it.

After a curt nod, he walked over and sat next to her, “Okay, uh… what’d you do today after school? I didn’t see you and you didn’t answer the phone so I was a little worried…”

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, “I was with Steve and Robin at the video store for a little then Steve drove me home and watched Fast Times with me.”

Eddie tilts his head, “What? You-You watched Fast Times with Steve alone?”

She laughs dryly, “Yeah? Robin was gonna come but she had band practice at five so…” she shrugs as a way to finish the sentence.

His eyes shift to stare at the floor, “oh, cool.”

“What about you? What’d you do?”

He wasn’t gonna tell her that at the hour of three he waited at his van to drive her home, only to be disappointed when she didn’t show. Then waited for hours by the phone till his uncle told him to get some rest cause Eddie hadn’t realized it had been hours. But he also couldn’t lie to her, no matter how hard he tried to. He simply couldn’t. Instead, he told parts of the truth. “Well 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.”

She smiled again. “Sounds… boring.”

He laughs, “It was fucking miserable as hell.” 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, she’d 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 weren’t that fond of Eddie, they didn’t have any problems with him but they didn’t love him either. But she wasn’t in his van. She wasn’t 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 didn’t need to know that, though.

“I bet.”

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 wouldn’t matter to him tomorrow. She knew if she told him what she wanted to tell him now, he wouldn’t respond well. It wouldn’t 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 couldn’t trust his words when he was high. Whether he felt the same or not. Either way, she couldn’t 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, “You look so beautiful. You always look beautiful. D’you know that?”

Scoffing, she rolled her eyes, “Go to sleep, Eddie.”

“No, then I can’t see you. I want to see you. All of you, even your stretch marks. I don’t care if you hate them because they are fucking awesome. You look so good in my shirts. Makes it look like… like you’re mine. Y’know? Not Harringtons, mine.” He placed his hand on her cheek and brushed his finger on her cheekbone. “Why wasn’t I invited? I would’ve loved to watch Fast Times with you and Steve “the hair” Harrington.” 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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, “Go to sleep, Munson.”

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, “sorry.”

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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t sober. He didn’t mean any of it. Maybe she was being dramatic, but knowing that only worsened the pain. She wasn’t gonna get any rest. He didn’t 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 wasn’t there. His memory was a little hazy but he felt something wasn’t right. It wasn’t 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, “If you’re late, I’m late.”

But she was gone.

It wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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 “Did it work?” always gave him butterflies.

He always responded the same. “Yes, sweetheart. You’re magic.”

But the bed was empty. He couldn’t 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 wasn’t answering the phone. Her parents were out for work till Tuesday so he knew that she’d be alone. He didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 could’ve 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.

“Steve! Hey, man, what’re you doing here?” He didn’t mean for it to sound so accusatory.

“Nothing, Y/N’s just not feeling well so I came over to help out,” He gave Eddie a closed lip smile, “Something I can help you with, man?”

He scratches the back of his neck, “Actually, I was hoping I could talk to Y/N? She hasn’t been answering the phone so I was worried…”

Eddie was her best friend. But the way Steve was looking at him made him feel like he was an outsider. Like he didn’t know her at all. Like he was replaced.

Because if she were sick, wouldn’t she call him? She’s called me before… I’ve helped her everytime she was sick… Why would she call Steve over me?

“Oh… we didn’t hear it. With Nancy comforting her nonstop and the TV on, I guess it drowned out…” Steve shrugs.

He sees the way Eddie’s face drops. The way he stills and mutters an, “Oh. Okay. Just… tell her to call me when she can…” he goes to turn away and returns home, but Steve grabs his wrist and turns to face him.

“You alright, Munson?”

Eddie’s eyes water, “Yeah, man. Just been really worried…” Steve gives him a knowing glare and frowns as Eddie’s voice cracks. Steve was aware of Eddie’s feelings. Almost everyone could tell but Y/N. Steve pulls Eddie into a brief hug and pats his back.

“I’ll tell her to call,” Steve gives him one last tight lipped smile before walking back inside, “See ya’ later, Munson.”

“Later, Harrington.”

The whole drive home, Eddie had a stone cold stare on the road. Black Sabbath played on the radio but for once, he wasn’t really listening.

When gets to his trailer, he doesn’t wait for the phone to ring. He trusts Steve told her to call but he knows she probably won’t if she’s 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 can’t help but frown as she walks past me like she doesn’t know me. I didn’t speak. I didn’t know what to say. What does one say when the person that means everything to them walks past as if they don’t 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 doesn’t even realize it. Or maybe she does. Maybe that’s why she’s ignoring me? Maybe I accidentally told her? I could say it was a lie… but it wasn’t.

“Eddie!”

Maybe I didn’t. Maybe I said something really mean…

“Hello? Eddie!”

Maybe I told her how I want to hold her in my arms after making lo-

“Eddie! What the hell are you looking at?” 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. “Nothing, what's up, man?”

Raising a brow, Dustin asks, “You sure? You weren’t looking at the door because Y/N’s in that class, right?” The curly brunette had a little smug smirk on face, “If you need help with getting a girlfriend, I have some tips.”

Scoffing, I shake my head, “I don’t need help, Henderson. And no. We talked about this.”

I start walking toward my class but the little shrimp follows me. “Sure, sure. The ol’ ‘No! I am not in love with my best friend!’ Even though she is literally the coolest person ever! She’s smart and funny and sometimes way more metal than-” I turn and give him a death glare that threatens him to finish that sentence. “Okay… just as metal as you.”

With a sigh, I stop walking and turn to him, “Well, 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.”

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 can’t she just talk to me?

“Who is the coolest person ever?” Our heads snap to Robin, who is now standing by the water fountain. She wipes her mouth of the excess water.

“Y/N. Eddie likes her.” Dustin blourts.

“Dude!” I punched his shoulder.

“Ow! What?-”

“I already knew.” Robin laughs. Again, we look at the freckled face girl.

“What? How?” I don’t have the energy to deny it anymore.

“Dude, we can all tell. You’re 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. I’m surprised you didn’t walk in with her today,” Robin pauses, chuckling. “Oh, and you always buy her the cutest little presents. Didn’t you buy her a teddy bear with a hellfire shirt on her birthday? So cute!”

“Okay, one, it's Black Sabbath. Two, she… she didn’t 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 ‘crush’ or whatever.”

Robin and Dustin glance at each other and in unison, “Everyone.”

***

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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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.

“Jesus! Munson! What the hell, man?”

“Why’d you lie to me? She’s ignoring me, Harrington. Ignoring. I know you know I like her, apparently fucking everyone does. So, why didn’t you tell me that she’s ignoring me?” I was blinded by fury. Jealousy. Anger. “Why are you picking her up? Why can’t she even get in a fucking car with me?”

Sighing, Steve’s brown eyes met mine, I see the regret and the pity. “It’s- It’s not you.”

“Really? Why didn’t she answer the phone? Why is she avoiding me?”

“Okay, okay! She told us to not answer the phone… she just didn’t wanna be disturbed. She’s not feeling well. Nothing personal…” Steve looked me up and down before sighing. “Okay… maybe a little personal…” He opened the car door and I backed away. He stood before me and finally came clean. “The other night, you said something. She won’t 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 didn’t feel right ‘cause I know that's your thing but she was crying so it felt wrong to say no.”

Nodding slowly, my big brown eyes look at the floor. So, I did fuck up.

“I… I hurt her?” 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. “Thanks. See you later.”

I rushed to my van.

I rushed home.

I rushed to bed.

I don’t wait for the phone to ring. Even though it did. It rang twice.

I ignored it.

I didn’t 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 Dustin’s eyes followed him but Gareth and Jeff remained looking at their food, used to Eddie’s antics. He walked towards Y/N’s table. Her elbow on the table and cheek in her palm. She wasn’t 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.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Her eyes widened and she put the drink down. “You've been ignoring me a bit.”

“No, just…” Her eyes move to the table.

“Avoiding? Acting like I don’t exist?” He crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward.

“I tried calling Monday.” She looked up into his big doe eyes but he was fiddling with his rings.

“Yeah, after I found out from someone else that I hurt you,” He paused and looked up, staring into her eyes, “Why couldn’t you just come to me? I thought we trusted each other? That we were best friends?”

“We are!” She leaned forward.

They were close. They both realized it. Two heartbeats racing and both oblivious.

“Then why not come to me? Why not talk about it? You know I’d always be here for you, even if I say stupid shit high.” 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.

“That’s the problem! Okay? You’re always high or drunk. Am I that obnoxious that you can’t stand to hang out with me sober?” 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.

“Uh-uh, this isn’t over, princess!” He grabs her wrist and turns her to him. “What do you mean? Of course you’re not obnoxious, why would you think that?”

“How could I not? Why else are you always under the influence? I know I don’t do that stuff so maybe I’m boring or something, I just- I don’t know.” There were tears in her eyes, she really didn’t want to have this conversation. She looks to the ground for some comfort. “It’s stupid and I’m insecure but I really just have this uncontrollable feeing that I can’t tell you some things when you’re high. I’m sorry, I know there was a better way to deal with all this and I-I’m a coward. I just- I was scared to talk about it. I feel like an idiot. I don’t mind you getting high or drunk, it’s your body so you can do whatever. It’d just be nice if you weren’t fucked up eveytime we hung out.”

He grabs her chin with his pointer finger and thumb, pulls her to meet his eyes. “You’re not an idiot. Okay? Don’t cry, baby.” He pulled her into a hug after slipping a new nickname.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you, I know you’ve been anxious lately. It was wrong of me to leave you. I’m so sorry.” She cried into his chest.

“Hey, it’s okay. I promise. I’m sorry for making you feel that way. For always being stoned. I need to ask you something, though.”

“Yes?” She pulled away.

“What did I say Friday night?”

She was silent and began chewing her lip, “Y-you… said a lot of stuff.”

“Like?”

“Like… uh, that I’m pretty. That you like to-to see me in your shirts and that you like how it looks like I’m yours when I wear them… You were a little jealous of Steve by the sound of it…”

His eyes widened and he swallowed. The memory flooded back in.

“You look so good in my shirts. ‘Makes it look like… like you’re mine. Yknow? Not Harringtons, mine.”

“Oh…” He muttered.

“Yeah…”

“W-Well… what’s so wrong with that? We can still be friends even if I-I want you to be mine… I would hope that wouldn’t push you away.. I… Well, I was a little jealous of Harrington because… like, you shouldn’t be alone watching movies with questionable distance between you ‘cause who knows what could happen! I wouldn’t want that especially when I want you to be mine so… and you are pretty! That’s a given, we already knew this. We all did apparently! Fucking everyone in Hawkins knows I’m obsessed with you, so I-I don’t see why it warranted you ignoring me…I bet even the teddy bear I bought you for your birthday knows, I figured you might’ve too. But I don’t see why that has to tear us apart, you’re my best friend and I can’t promise I’ll get over it! But if you marry someone else, I’ll support it because I just need you to be happy even if it-” She put her hand over his mouth.

“Shut up!” She had a mouth splitting grin on her lips. “Eddie 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 don’t want me to marry someone else…”

She moves her hand to let him speak, “Dear god, no. I’d rather lose my guitar…” She looks at him skeptical. “Okay, maybe not but you get it okay.”

She giggled and that sound filled his ears straight to his heart.

“You love me?” He asked, a smirk on his face.

“Yes. Took way too long to tell you.” She stood on her tippy-toes and gave him a brief peck on the lips.

“Jesus, if I knew I could get this sooner, I would’ve quit altogether…” She looked skeptical again. “Okay, fine! Not really but you get it, okay? C’mere.”

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 didn’t 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, “Kiss me like this everyday?” She nodded. Eddie smiled softly. “Good. You don’t have to worry anymore, sweetheart. I’ll gladly be sober with you.”