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exquisiteserotonin · 13 days ago

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Wow thank you so much! 😍🥰

All We Had Was Time

Thanks to the encouragement from some kind folks, here is the sad Eddie story I wrote a few weeks ago.

Rating: Teen+ I guess this could be for most people?, SFW

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader, EddieMunson x Reader, Eddie Munson x You

Word Count: 1891

Summary: As you sit in the shelter wondering and worrying about your boyfriend, Eddie Munson's whereabouts, your memories of him come flooding back. A sea of emotions overtake you the moment you see Dustin Henderson walk into the makeshift shelter that is your high school gym, without your Eddie.

Warnings: Talk of drug dealing, a lot of ANGST, grief, fluff

A/N: If you are reading this, first of all, thank you so much in advance. This has a lot of emotion and sadness and I wrote this pretty quickly but also because I was feeling some kind of way. I suppose writing it was some kind of catharsis. I hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @eddiesvixen

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You remember the night before Chrissy died so clear in your mind. You remember warning Eddie about dealing to any of the popular kids.

You navigated the kitchen at the Munson house like it’s your own. You were over there enough anyway. You maneuvered around Eddie’s uncle with a smile before offering him a drink of water. He gave you the warmest of smiles, the wrinkles around his kind blue crinkled before he took the glass you had already filled for him. You filled two more glasses, one for yourself and one for Eddie. You walked past Mr. Munson towards Eddie’s bedroom.

The door was wide open and your boyfriend sat at the edge of his bed, messing around on his guitar. He looked you up and down with a playful grin, his dimple emphasized by the light and dark like some perfectly balanced renaissance painting. He set his guitar on its stand and turned all his attention to you. He took his glass that you held before him and then pats on a spot next to him on the bed. You join him and watch as Eddie’s uncle gathers his things, ready to leave for work.

“Now,” he says with a raised brow, “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“That doesn’t really leave us with many parameters, now does it, Uncle Wayne?” Eddie called out.

“Very funny, Eddie, nice to know you inherited your mom’s sense of humor,” he replied to Eddie before he turned to you. “Watch out for this kid, OK?”

“Always do, Mr. Munson,” you answered and turned your gaze towards your boyfriend, “always will.”

After a few moments, you heard the sound of Mr. Munson’s truck leaving. Immediately, Eddie moved up on the bed and beckoned you to come lay next to him. You crawled towards him and planted a long kiss on his beautiful lips before you curled up into his arms. Sex was always great with Eddie, but cuddling him was a very close second. He held you close as you wrapped your arm around his waist. You closed your eyes to amplify the sound of his breath and his heartbeat. They were better than any song he’d ever composed.

“You know my uncle really likes you,” he told you as one hand caressed your back and shoulders while the other caressed the arm that was draped over him. ”He’s not easy to impress, you know?”

“He’s a good man,” you said quietly, “I can see where you get it from.”

A quiet and grateful laugh left Eddie’s lips before you pressed yourself up to bring your face close to his to kiss him. You settled back into his arms and you began to notice how fidgeted with the bed sheets and then his rings. You hated seeing him worried and you sat up, straddling him before you cupped and caressed his face with loving hands.

“Is this supposed to calm me down,” Eddie smirked as he wrapped his arms around your waist, “or get me going?”

“Maybe a little bit of both,” you teased before you kissed his forehead, his nose, and finally his lips. “What’s going on, babe? You’re more on edge than usual.”

Eddie fell uncharacteristically silent and full of anxiety as he looked up at you with his big brown eyes. You didn’t need to search for an answer in them. Instead, you waited. You continued to caress his face and dance your fingers through a few strands of his curls. Each gentle gesture was your act of love. As you slowed your breathing, he matched it and his shoulders relaxed with each passing second. The lines of worry began to fade away and he smiled and let out a sigh.

“Chrissy—you know, the cheerleader?”

Your stomach tightened with anxiety as if you had taken all of what he had and put inside you. He sensed it and responded with a gentle caress of your back and shoulders with his strong hands.

“It’s not—“ he started, searching for the right words, “apparently she needs some stuff, you know?”

“Eddie,” you paused and pressed your lips tightly together in worry, “that seems like a terrible idea.”

“She’s been through it,” Eddie explained, his voice soft with earnesty, “she just needs something to take the edge off.”

The sigh built up inside you and shook your chest. His brown eyes glimmered in the light of his room, filled with compassion as he spoke of Chrissy. You knew her, of course, especially since you ran in the same circles by virtue of being the co-captain of the Hawkins High dance team. She was one of the sweetest girls you met since moving to Hawkins, but your intuition told you how guarded she was. Her kind demeanor was too often overshadowed by her douchebag of a boyfriend, Jason.

“Eddie, if her boyfriend finds out---if the rest of that crew finds out,” you urged him, feeling your chest tighten in a way that was almost painful. “You are too good, too kind, too amazing for anyone to come at you like they will.”

Your heart swelled and pleaded to him in silence as you looked at him. Inexplicable tears sprung from the corners of your eyes. His face softened and he placed a strong hand at the back of your neck, pulling you close until your forehead met his.

“Hey, it’s my year, remember?” He said with a reassuring smile. “Let them try.”

“Eddie, please,” you couldn’t help but sense a feeling of dread as it welled up inside you like a volcano about to erupt. “I just…you’re my—“

“Hey, remember you just told my Uncle Wayne?” He reminded you as he caressed the curve of your face with a gentle and gratitude-filled touch. “I know you’ve got me.”

“Always will,” you confirmed.

You wrapped your arms around each other tightly. His embrace was warm and secure, but at the same the time desperate, as though he was holding onto a life ring. You squeezed just as tightly kissing his jaw, hoping that each touch you gave him showed him how you would never leave.

You snap away from your memory. It isn’t supposed to be this way, you think to yourself as you wring your hands repeatedly. And now, Crissy is dead and Eddie, your Eddie is missing. They think he did it. You know in your heart he didn’t. But no one is telling you anything.

Your dad is M.I.A. He tells you it’s a work emergency. How convenient. You can’t find Robin. You can’t find Harrington. You can’t find Dustin or anyone else in the Hellfire Club. You’ve never felt more sick in your life.

Your body trembled, still reeling that you somehow managed to survive this freak earthquake that hit Hawkins. You and Eddie’s uncle somehow find each other in the sea screams of fear and the buzz of chaos. He asks you if Eddie is with you and your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach. You shake your head “no” and you see the color visibly fade from his face in real time. It’s like the world is falling apart.

Eddie’s uncle wanders away in a daze and starts asking different people in the shelter if they’ve seen his nephew, your boyfriend. Most shrug, too busy to help the uncle of Hawkins’ public enemy number one. You sit on your cot in a daze until Vicky brings you a small cone of water. She offers you a quiet smile before giving you a soft touch on your shoulder.

“Try to get some rest,” she says softly before walking and checking on other people sheltering with you.

You drink the water and crumble the flimsy paper cone in your hands before settling into the uncomfortable cot. You stare out the window looking at the darkness, the heavy fog of everyone’s collective worry hovering in the dark school gym. Somehow, against your will, you fall into a restless sleep.

You wake up, feeling Eddie’s uncle tapping you gently on the shoulder. He holds several papers with your boyfriend’s photo on them, the words “missing person” center squarely above the photo. You gulp and feel your chest shudder as he walks away to pin the paper onto a bulletin board in the gymnasium.

You see Steve, Robin, and Dustin walk in through an open set of doors---but Eddie is not with them. You feel your heart sink and your knees shake restlessly, wondering why no one was approaching you. Not Steve or Robin leaping to you to let you know Eddie is OK and would be along in a little while.

Dustin walks past you with his shoulders are slumped as he approaches Eddie’s uncle. You can’t hear the conversation but you see it in every movement. How Dustin shakes his head in disbelief, how Eddie’s uncle nearly loses his footing beneath himself, how both of their bodies display a subtle tremble before you see the tears slip down their respective faces.

The tightness in your throat closes even more, threatening to cut you off from any source of oxygen. You stare straight ahead of you as Dustin shakes Mr. Munson’s hand before he makes a slow path towards you.

Suddenly, you are wondering if you even want to know. It’s stupid train of thought, you already know. But did you really want to hear it?

Dustin looks at you and sits next to you in your cot. You see he is still weeping and you feel your lips turn downwards. The corners of your mouth and your jaw begin to shake until you unwillingly join him with tears of your own.

“Oh God, no, no, no,” you sob, feeling your breaths come out faster than you want.

“I—I’m so sorry!” Dustin cries. “He wanted to see you—I wish you could’ve seen him. He is—he was a hero.”

At that moment, your heart shatters into innumerable pieces. You bury your face in your hands, shaking your head, your pain leaving the back of your throat in audible sobs. You feel the cot shift as Dustin scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around you. You lean towards him and pull your hands from your face. You know your eyes must be red and puffy.

“Did he—did he know I lo—,” you try to breathe between tears, trying to find a way to compose yourself so you can get the words out. “Do you think he knew I loved him?”

You can see Dustin’s heart break again along with yours. And he nods vehemently.

“He knew, he knew,” Dustin confirms with the steadiest voice. “I just know he loved you, too.”

Dustin takes your hand as you sob. Your head is pounding as you look up at him, your face drenched in your tears. He opens your hand and places something within. It is cold and made of metal. You look down to see Eddie’s mood ring in your hand and you gasp and let out an ugly, guttural sob before mouthing the words “thank you” before you clutch the ring close to your chest. It isn’t supposed to be this way. You are supposed to have more time. And now all you have left are the memories and his ring.

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exquisiteserotonin · 13 days ago

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Eddie is a once in a life time character....the Duffer Brothers and Joseph really blessed us. <3