fucking joseph quinn and his pretty fucking doe eyes and his cute little fucking smile and precious little laugh and fucking cute accent like what the fuck
Summary: When Eddie's head starts to fill with that self-conscious storm, he doesn't know what else to do but hide. But tonight, you're not letting him hide anymore, and you're certainly not letting him forget how much you love him, even if he thinks it's not true.
A/N: This is a very angsty fic, and surprisingly it was very cathartic to write. It's not something I'd usually do, but for some reason, this idea really fits well.
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Eddie was one of the most open people you knew, and you could often read him like a book, his emotions so evident on his face. But sometimes, as easily as the wind would shift, he’d pull away, turning into himself and hiding away from you. This didn’t happen often, normally he’d be okay and tell you what was on his mind, no matter how awful or self-deprecating it was, but sometimes the storm in his head got too much, and he always wanted to protect you from the messy thoughts in his brain.
You hadn’t seen him in a couple of weeks, the both of you busy with exams at different schools, conflicting work schedules and an overload of homework and extracurricular activities. But it was Saturday, and the first Saturday night of each month was date night, and so far, Eddie hadn’t called to cancel.
It was early when you got to his trailer, the sun still beaming down on you, and there were kids playing on the trailer park playground, parents calling them in for their dinner. Wayne was the one who answered the door, cigarette pinched between his lips and work uniform on, signalling he had the night shift.
Like always, Wayne greeted you with a wide smile, a quick shoulder squeeze and offered a soda from the fridge, which you’d never refuse when you knew how much he liked having visitors like you come around. Eddie wasn’t in the lounge room or kitchen, and you couldn’t hear the shower going when you moved around the small space. It was like Wayne could tell what you were wondering as he watched you, and with a gentle sigh, he leaned against the small kitchen counter.
“Eddie’s in his room, kid. To be honest, I didn’t expect you to come by tonight, I thought Eddie would have cancelled.” Wayne takes a sip of his drink and shakes his head as you give him a questioning look. “Look, it’s not been a great week for him. The record shop let him go, since they’re closing at the end of the month, his English teacher has been hard on him about some dumb essay, and you know how Eddie can be, he’d rather blow out his eardrums with music instead of talking through his issues.”
You let a sad smile slip through, knowing Wayne was correct, that Eddie wasn’t great at sharing negative emotions, no matter how much they were affecting him.
“I knew I should have called before I came over, I’ve got nothing but radio silence from Eddie these last couple of weeks, he’s probably not really wanting to go on a date tonight.” You weren’t upset. Sure, you were disappointed that you wouldn’t be able to spend time with your boyfriend, but you knew he probably needed space more than he needed a night out on the town.
“You could say hello if you wanted to. If I know anything about my nephew, it’s that his day always gets better when he sees his favourite person. Eddie’s in his bedroom working on the next D&D campaign.” Wayne crunches up his soda can then, and tosses it into the trash, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before picking up his wallet and keys. “Anyway, hang around if you want to, I’ve gotta go to work. There’s money on the bench for pizza if that takes your fancy, and really, kid, check in on Eddie, I know he’s missed having you around.” With that, Wayne’s squeezing your shoulder again, saying a gentle good night, then heading out the door and to his truck.
The trailer is silent then, and you’re all alone in the small living space. One half of you wanted to walk right out of there, get back in your car and drive home, leaving Eddie in the peace he obviously wanted, but your other half, the half that selfishly missed his company and his smile and his voice, was pulling you towards his closed bedroom door. And before you knew it, you were knocking tentatively, not wanting to wake the beast that could be lying dormant inside.
“Hey, uh, Eds. It’s me. Wayne just left for work…and I know you probably don’t feel up to going on our date tonight, and that’s absolutely fine, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay?” The only response you get is utter silence, and you sigh softly, frowning and hoping Eddie would just answer the door, give you some sort of sign of life. But still nothing, so you push on. “Look, I’m sorry I haven’t been around much these last couple of weeks, but I’m always here to talk if you want to…if you need to. You don’t have to lock yourself away, Eddie. It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me everything, or if you just want to sit in silence together, but please understand that you’re not alone…please baby.” You pour your heart out to the closed door, but you still get nothing in response.
Giving up, and deciding that Eddie really did just want space and silence, you let your hand drop from the door and start walking away, planning to leave the small trailer and head home, trying to entertain yourself with the idea of a rented movie and maybe a takeaway. You couldn’t force Eddie to open up when he didn’t want to, or wasn’t ready, and you also knew you didn’t want to make the situation worse, but as you grabbed the handle of the front door and opened it, you heard a creaking behind you.
“I don’t deserve you.” Eddie’s in the doorway of his room, dressed in a raggedy Hellfire shirt and an old pair of sweats, hair a mess and hands marked with pen ink. He looked like he always did on a Saturday when you came over to hang out, but his eyes were red and his bottom lip was bitten and chapped. He could barely look at you when he spoke, but when you turned and looked at him, he knew you heard him.
“Hey, Eds.” You greet him softly, not wanting to startle too much when he already looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights, eyes wide and everything. Eddie sniffs, and it’s clear to you then that he’s been crying, that the red eyes aren’t from smoking a blunt, but from letting tears fall while he’s alone in his room. You fight every urge to take him into your arms then, and instead fight back the sudden lump in your throat. “How are you?” You don’t know what else to say, but you do nearly mentally face palm once that question spills from your mouth.
“Oh, you know, totally normal, loving these summer days and so enjoying all the exams.” Eddie tries to joke, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, it falls flat between the two of you, a big, ugly, bitter joke that is hard to swallow and a complete lie, and Eddie looks away again, scuffing his socked feet against the worn carpet. “I’m…I’m sorry for hiding from you. I just, my head got messy and you know…nothing like a bit of peace and quiet to think through your thoughts.”
“Did the time help?” Your question is soft, and though Eddie tries to smile, a crooked thing that isn’t all that honest, you know the answer. He’s shaking his head, twisting his hands together in the way he always does when he’s nervous or can’t form the right words in his head, and then he’s looking away, and crying out.
“No…it didn’t help.” You’re crashing into him then, wrapping him tightly in your arms as he breaks down, and he doesn’t expect it, nearly fights your embrace. But then he’s sobbing, and melting into you, clinging to your hold and crying into your neck.
The two of you are on the carpet, wrapped around and providing a lifeline that you didn’t know the other one needed so bad, and all you can hear are Eddie’s gentle cries and your sniffs, trying desperately to dry your eyes.
“Why…why do you love me? How can you even stand to be anywhere near me?” Hearing those words spill from your lover's mouth has your heart breaking, and it takes everything in you not to cry in response. Eddie’s still got his face smooshed into your chest, avoiding your gaze, and the material of your shirt is damp from his tears.
“Oh, Eddie.” You don’t know how to answer him, of course, you want to spill your heart out to him, but you also know that he’s delicate right now, and you don’t want to worry him anymore. But you trudge on, and run your fingers up his back, soothing the wreck of a metal head. “I love you because you’re the strongest man I know. You’re always kind to those who deserve it, always trying to make someone’s day better when they need it, you’re funny and sweet and talented and smart and perfect for me in every way.” Eddie’s smiling slightly at your words, but you can tell it’s not the real answer he’s looking for. “Baby, why do you think I love you?”
You hoped you’d get an answer, but Eddie just shrugs, hair falling in front of his face and eyes downcast once again.
“Honestly? Half the time I don’t believe you when you say you love me. I mean, no one else has ever loved me, my uncle tolerates me, I know if I left town forever no one would miss me…” His words drifted off as you cupped his cheeks, urging the man to look up at you, thumbs moving to catch the tears that are about to fall, and you have to try with all your might not to sob when he utters his next sentence. "It's not that I'm saying I'm unlovable, just... some people have to be easier to love than others, right?"
“Is this what you’ve been worrying about these last couple of weeks? If I love you, if you deserve to be with me?” Eddie shrugs once again, and for a moment you want to shake some sense into him, scream to the world that you love him and adore him, but you know that’s the last thing that’ll work.
“You could be with someone like Steve, someone who can give you everything in every moment. Someone who’s not an emotionally constipated high school failure that the world already gave up on, some who’s not into playing games for kids or music that makes your ears want to–.” You stop him then, a hand over his mouth, and you shake your head, hurt and sadness etched on your face.
“Sweetheart, I want you to listen real close, okay? Because for once and for all I’m going to tell you something, and you need to listen, right? You hear me, Eddie?” He only nods, and you remove your hand, letting it sit against his chest, right over his heart. You take a deep breath then lean your head against his, and speak softly so that only he can hear as if it’s a little secret between the two of you. And you would scream it to the world if he needs you to, to tell it to fuck off and stop trying to destroy a man who’s just trying his best, but you’ll leave that to another time. “I love you. I love you, and not any unrealistic or nonexistent version of you. I love you for you, and all of your flaws too. Sure, sometimes you can be a total butthead, a ridiculous pain in the ass and sometimes I want to yell and scream at you, but I will always take the good and the bad days, Eddie Munson. You deserve every ounce of love I give you, and you have all my love, and will always have it. I don’t want Steve, I don’t want someone else even if you think I do or that I deserve someone else, because I will always only want you. You’re my goofy, metal head who’s the sweetest man imaginable, always knows how to make people laugh, and always, always, makes sure I know that I’m safe, I’m okay, and that you love me. And I don’t want to hear any more of you doubting yourself about it, Eddie. If you think like this again, then come to me, and I’ll tell you that I love you as many times as I need to, in fact, I won’t stop telling you until I die.”
Eddie’s smiling then, and it’s finally reaching his big brown eyes, a sight that has you falling in love all over again, and his hands are holding your waist, keeping you close to him in hopes that you’ll stay with him forever.
“I love you, Eddie Munson, and don’t you forget it.” You’re kissing him then, gentle at first until he responds, and then firm enough to make it clear that this isn’t just another dream like he’s been having these last couple of weeks. You love him, you need him and you want him, and you’re not letting him disappear without a fight.
Eddie’s breathless from the kiss by the time you’re pulling away, and he leans into your touch when your fingers card through his hair in that delicious way he loves, and finally, after his tears are dry and he’s smiling down at you, wide and bright, he’s uttering words you’ve longed to hear.
“I don’t think I could ever forget after that speech, sweetheart. And just so you know, I love you too, and I always will.” He’s kissing you now, all over your face and your neck and any skin he can reach, and you’re laughing into the space around you, a sound that’s so warm and lovely it makes his skin tingle. He’s relieved, finally out of that dark place he was for ages before, and though you both know that you’re not out of danger yet, it’s a good start.
It’s during pizza on the couch in front of some dumb movie neither of you are paying attention to, that you repeat that you love him, that you take him in your arms once again and shower him with affection. It’s not the typical Saturday night date, but you don’t care, because he’s yours, and you’re his, and you’re not going to let him forget that any time soon.
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prompts: “every time i see you, i fall in love with you all over again” & “i can’t believe you remembered that” “i remember everything about you” & “i could just stare at you forever” “creep” & “i was doing fine, really, and then you waltz back in my life like you didn’t break my heart” & “is that my shirt?”
summary: you and eddie broke up months ago, but when you hear someone was found dead in his trailer, you had to go with the group to find eddie and make sure he’s ok <3
warnings: some bad language
*takes place in season four*
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It had been five months since you and Eddie broke up, and it still hurt you every day. You two were perfect together. The only reason you called it quits was because Eddie was tired of you being bullied just for dating him. It took a toll on both of you, and Eddie didn’t want you to go through that anymore.
You thought you’d never have to see him again until Dustin and Max came busting into the Family Video store that you, Robin, and Steve worked at, saying that Chrissy Cunningham was found brutally murdered in Eddie’s trailer. There was no way that he did this. You’ve seen a lot of crazy stuff, but there was no way Eddie did this.
“I know this is awkward for you, Y/N, but do you know where he could be hiding? We need to find him before the cops do. We all know Eddie didn’t do this.” Dustin said to you.
“There’s a lake house that his friend owns. He used to take me there a lot. I remember him saying he felt safe there.” You told the group.
“Fantastic. Where is it?”
The five of you jumped in Steve’s car and headed for the lake house. When you discovered no one was at the house, you noticed the boat house in the back.
“Hello? Is anyone home?” Robin said.
“What a dump,” Steve added. He then grabbed an oar and started hitting the boat filled with tarps.
“What are you doing?! What are you doing?” Dustin asked twice.
“He might be in here,” Steve responded.
“So take the tarp off!” Dustin told him.
“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off!” Steve sassed back.
“You two are complete idiots.” You told them.
Suddenly, Eddie jumped from the boat, hearing your voice, lunging at Steve, a broken bottle against Steve’s neck.
“Eddie!” You all shouted at him.
“Eddie stop! It’s us! Dustin and Y/N!” Dustin told him. As soon as he heard your name, he turned around to face you.
“It’s ok Eddie, we’re here to help. Let him go.” You told him, walking slowly up to him. He let Steve go and then slowly slide down the wall, trauma all over his face. You squatted down next to him, putting a hand on his. “We need to know what happened.” You told him. He looked at you.
“You won’t believe me.”
“Try us,” Max said.
After sitting in silence for a few moments, hesitating on telling the group what he saw, he looked at you, head tilted. “Is that my shirt?” Eddie questioned. You were taken back, looking down at your shirt. Shit. Today had to be the day you accidentally put this on.
“Not important.” You stated. “Please tell us what happened, Eddie.”
While Eddie explained everything he saw, the group was trying to wrap their minds around Vecna and why this was happening. As the night grew on, Eddie was clearly starving. Steve, Robin, Max, and Dustin went into town to get Eddie his favorite foods, but you didn’t want to leave him alone. The two of you sat in silence for a while, until Eddie finally broke it.
“I could just stare at you forever,” Eddie told you. You looked at him and rolled your eyes.
“Creep.” You replied.
“I can’t believe you’ve been through something like this before and didn’t tell me,” Eddie said.
“I try to forget about all of the shit we’ve gone through. It’s traumatic, as you know now. I’m so sorry you had to go through that too, Eddie.” You got up and sat next to him against one of the walls.
“You hide it really well. I should’ve known all of those nightmares meant something.” The nightmares. The ones that stopped a few months into dating Eddie. The ones that continued the second he left your life. “How are you doing, though? Since us…” Eddie dragged on.
“I was doing fine, really, and then you waltz back in my life like you didn’t break my heart.”
“It kinda wasn’t my fault that I came into your life again, but I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. You’re right. I didn’t even have to come with them to find you, but classic Y/N; the second anyone mentions your name, I’m there.” Eddie smiled at you, sadly. “Do you have any idea how exhausting it is being friends with Dustin? You are all he ever talks about.” You complained to Eddie.
“Excuse me, you realize I’m friends with him too? If we aren’t talking about D&D, we are talking about how badass Y/N Y/L/N is and why I shouldn’t have broken up with you.” Eddie confessed to you. You just looked down, forgetting they were friends for a second too. “You’re not the only one who hurts, Y/N. Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again. I see you walk in the hallways, the cafeteria, and after school in the parking lot. I even come into Family Video when I know you’re doing inventory and won’t see me. It hurts like hell not being able to be with you.”
“Then why did you leave?”
“Because I know how much the hatred from others was starting to bother you. I couldn’t let you go through that anymore.” Eddie put his head down, ashamed.
“It was all worth it to be with you. Every single second. I have literally been to hell, A.K.A. the upside down, and I have fought some screwed-up monsters. Jason and the other’s mean words didn’t faze me. As long as you loved me, that’s all that mattered.” You were now looking at Eddie, your eyes on each other. You played with the bracelet on your wrist. The one Eddie gave you years ago before you were even dating. Eddie smiled and put his forehead on yours.
“I still can’t believe you didn’t have enough beads so you put ‘EDE’ instead of your full name.” You said, referring to your bracelet.
“I can’t believe you remembered that,” Eddie said.
“I remember everything about you.” You replied, realizing what you said after it left your mouth. Eddie turned his body towards you more and held your face with his hands.
“If we get out of this screwed-up mess, will you please go out with me? My buddy Dustin told me about you and I think we’d be good together.” Eddie joked, kissing your forehead.
“Oh, so you’re the crazy long-haired guy Dustin was telling me about who has the same bat tattoos as me? What a coincidence!” You smiled and looked at yours and Eddie’s arms. You both got matching tattoos on your birthday last year. Eddie pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you, keeping you safe.
“So, you really know a girl with superpowers?” Eddie asked, clearly wanting to hear about everything that has happened in the past. You laughed and jumped right into the crazy Hawkins history, Eddie’s arms wrapped around you the whole time.
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ok soo cute i love how this turned out.
the matching tattoos were definitely inspired by the fact that i soooooo badly want the demo bat tattoo on my arm in the same place but it would be super visible lol. my other tattoos are on my back and forearm and small-ish haha.
sometimes a family can be a himbo jumping into a lake bc his one brain cell misfired and he has something to prove, his ex-girlfriend jumping in after him because she’s unfamiliar with the concept of fear, his lesbian best friend jumping in after the ex-gf because she’s secretly in love with her, and the guy who jumps in last because he’s too scared to be alone in the boat.
“eddie should be back in s5!” i say into the mic. the crowd boos. i begin to walk off the stage in shame. “no, she’s right!” i hear a voice in the back say. the lights come on. it’s metallica.
Guys I’m looking for an Eddie fic I started but got distracted and lost it:(. I’m pretty sure the title was Letters and it was about the reader dying and Eddie, Nancy, robin and Steve cleaning out their room. I wasn’t to finish it so bad cause I’m in a sad move but I can’t find it anywhere 😭
