“I’ll be here when you’re ready.”
Eddie Munson x female reader
summary: eddie’s dad comes for a visit.
warnings: holy damn this is sad af. language, drinking, panic attack, use of the f slur, fighting, dry heaving, mentions of past abuse, eddie’s dad is an absolute bitch ass, i didn’t give his dad a name, but he gives the reader inappropriate looks, wayne to the rescue, eddie has a breakdown:( requested by @invade201177
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Friday nights were the best. They were always the same. You and Eddie would rent a bunch of movies from the Family Video, get cheap snacks and a six pack to share while cuddled up on the pullout couch in his living room. Wayne often slept in Eddie’s bed when you both would fall asleep in his usually spot, but he didn’t oblige, as Eddie’s mattress was much better than the pull out couch.
Tonight’s movie choices wore Nightmare on Elm street 2, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Killer Clowns from Outer Space. All horror obviously, and all selected by him. Your picks were The Breakfast Club, which he did not like, Silver Bullet, he did like very much, and Planet of the Apes, which was okay because he found it extremely hilarious. You usually fell asleep around the third movie, but you rented them all for the weekend anyways.
Your legs were placed in Eddie’s lap, your back against the arm of the couch with a popcorn bowl balanced on your knees, soft blankets all piled around you. The light was off and only the staticky glow of the tv shone in the room, making your eyes glimmer. Trash scattered all around you, empty pop and beer cans, chip bags and candy wrappers. The clock in the corner flashed two am, not a strange time for them to be up, however it was was strange time for them to receive a knock at the door.
Right as Freddy Krueger was about to torment kids in dreamland for the millionth time, the knock caused both you and Eddie to jump, staring at the door and then looking at each other. “You expecting company tonight?” You gave him a strange look.
“No?” He shook his head, grabbing the remote to pause the movie. He removed the blankets, then your legs off his lap as you sat up, adjusting to the light when he turned on the light switch. Eddie didn’t bother to look out the window to see who it was, as he assumed it was just a neighbor needing a quick fix. He should of known better.
He gave a quick tousle of his hair before he opened the door, an entertaining look on his face to greet his guest, but his smile dropped immediately before he could speak, the color draining from his face.
“Eddie!” A drunken slur came from his father. Yes, his father, standing in front of him with wobbles and a beer bottle clutched in his hand. “How’s my baby boy!”
You stood in confusion at the muffled voices and made your way behind Eddie, peeking out in curiosity. “Who is it, Eddie?”
“Woah!” The man cheered, stepping back with a heavy blink as he widened his eyes at you. “You got a girl now, son?”
You widened your eyes at the name. “Son?” You looked up at Eddie, who frankly, looked like he was going to pass out at any moment.
“Well? Cat got you’re tongue, kiddo? Let your old man in!” You had no choice but to move when Eddie’s father pushed past the both of you, and you stayed behind Eddie, giving him concerning looks.
His face was sculpted into confusion, shock and fear, and he gulped uneasily. “Dad…dad what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be..well, in prison?”
“Out on bail.” He answered shortly, immediately going to the fridge to search for more beer. “Trial comin’ up soon. Hey, sugar will you get me one of them beers?” He looked at you sweetly and nodded to the six pack, well half of a six pack, that sat on the picnic table.
You gave Eddie a brief glance before you nodded, moving a step to get the beer and tossing it to him. He sent you a wink in thanks and you crossed your arms uncomfortably.
“So what are you doing here then?” Eddie finally showed emotion, gruff and short, stepping forward once in front of you. “Don’t you have friends you can stay with?”
He scoffed and took a long swig off his drink, droplets rolling off his chin, his stare switching between you and Eddie. You grew more nervous with each alarming look he gave you. Trouble was brewing and it wasn’t going to be good.
“You sure don’t seem very happy to see your old man, boy. Outta’ have some more respect.”
Eddie wasn’t having it.
“Get out.” He said bitterly, smacking the beer out of his dad’s hand so it splatted against the floor. “You’ve had your drink now get out.”
Maybe you should have been doing something besides standing frozen in the corner like a dummy, but you were just as shocked as Eddie was to see the man. Frankly, you weren’t ever sure if he’d been real and only a figment of your lover’s imagination. All you knew is that you weren’t supposed to bring his dad up. The only people who had that privilege was himself. Not even Wayne could. When he did talk about it, it was usually mid tears and ten beers.
“Hey!” He slurred, stepping back as his boots became damp, his lips curling angrily. “The hell did you do that for? Thought my boy would want to see his daddy?”
“I don’t.” Eddie said firmly. “Get out, man. I’m serious. You’re not welcome here.”
“Eddie.” You whispered, hugging yourself nervously as you bite at your nails, legs crossed to further hide yourself to try and look small.
“Oh, I’m not welcome here, huh?” He said unamusedly. You’d never seen pictures of his dad before, but Eddie didn’t look like him, so he must of gotten his features from his mother. You weren’t supposed to talk about her either, but Eddie wouldn’t snap at you like you did, unlike his dad. “I raised you, you know? Actin’ like a bitch and for what?”
“Raised me?” Eddie scoffed, getting angrier by the minute. “Wayne raised me! Not you! And I said get the fuck out!”
You nervously backed up to the phone in case you needed to call the police, your eyes wide and heart racing in fear as their voices escalated.
“Yeah, I can fuckin’ tell.” He spat, giving his son a nasty look. “What’s my brother been up to lately, huh? What the hell’s he doing lettin’ you keep your hair this long for? I told you it makes you look like a fuckin’ faggot!”
You audibly gasped at the comment and covered your mouth, gaining his attention. “Don’t you think so…name, what’s your name?” He snapped his fingers at you.
“Hey, don’t fucking talk to her!” Eddie stepped over once to cover his view of you, holding up his arms. “Don’t fucking talk to her, man.”
“I’ll do anything I want.” He gave him a small shove, not enough to stagger his stance. “I ain’t gonna hurt your girl, Eddie. Just wan’ talk to er’ is all.”
“My name is y/n.” You blurted out to avoid confrontation.
Eddie winced and glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, not moving a step out of his father’s eye line.
“Well…y/n,” He nodded his head shakily, staggering slightly with thick words. “Don’t ya’ think Ed here looks like a pussy like this? I buzzed his hair once when he was little. Poor thing acted like a traumatized him.” He gave a humorous laugh. Eddie only stared at him.
“You’re pathetic, boy.” His face grew hard and he practically spat in his son’s face. “Still livin’ with Wayne and still in high school, wasting’ your days with your shitty friends and that shitty board game you play. You think I’m a loser? Look at yourself for shit sakes!”
Eddie willed himself not to cry, but his heart was racing and swelling with a deep panic and rage that he hadn’t felt since he was a young teenager. His knees were weak and he felt glued in place. His tongue was heavy and his throat felt stuffed with cotton, brainy fuzzy and unable to handle what was happening. He shut down.
“Hey!” You barked, finally speaking up. “Watch your fucking mouth!” You stormed over to stand by Eddie and placed your hand on his arm, who held you back with his elbow “You don’t have any right being here!”
The man raised his brows at you. “No right?” He scoffed. “Ed, control your woman. Give er’ a smack across the face like I used to do to your momma.”
That was enough to snap him out of his trance, and you screamed, covering your mouth as Eddie lunged for him. He drew back and punched him straight in the jaw, pushing his shoulders back until they both collided into the kitchen table, collapsing atop of each other as things scattered and glass broke. You were screaming and gasping and yelling at them to stop, but you’d never seen Eddie so angry. You let out a sob when Eddie snapped his face over to the side with a hard punch delivered to his cheek.
You took off running toward the door, slamming it open and pouncing off the steps onto the gravel, screaming at the top of your lungs for help. You whirled around when bright lights hit you, and you ran in a panic closer, sobbing when you seen Wayne in the drivers seat.
“Wayne! Oh god, Wayne, help!”
“What? What what’s going on?” He jumped out of the truck and he followed after you when you took his hand and ran with him to the trailer, sobbing in hysterics.
The next few moments were a blur. Wayne had been shocked to see his brother there, but he didn’t allow that to cause him to falter. He shouted over the two of them and yanked his brother off of Eddie with his rough hands, dragging him out the door. Eddie was left in a pile on the floor, and you collapsed next to him, helping him up.
“Eddie, Eddie, oh my, god!” You grabbed his face, going up with him as he stood. His lip was cut and he had a bruise forming around his eye, but he looked completely lifeless.
“Are you alright?” His voice was shaking, and he spoke in a low, emotionless octave. He tried looking you over but he couldn’t keep his eyes focused.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine, baby.” You rushed, stuttering slightly over your words. “Come on, sit down.” You pushed him back down onto the couch, grabbing his hands as you tried not to blubber in front of him. “Eddie, are you okay? God, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, baby.” You couldn’t help but cry despite your efforts.
He wasn’t speaking. He kept his eyes glued to the collar of your neck glazed away in a daydream, hidden from the world and with it, his father. His breathing was hitting the top of your lip erratically, and you could see his nostrils flaring heavily, eyes wide and dry with tightening knuckles.
“Eddie?” You asked concerned, eyes crinkling at the sides. “Eddie, talk to me, are you okay?”
His shoulders started to shake and his face went pale.
“Eddie.” Wayne’s voice tore through the home and you were softly pushed away from him by your shoulder, and you stumbled back in shock as the man crouched below his nephew. “Hey, bud you’re alright. Work through it, it’ll pass.”
“Wayne,” You said painfully, trying to reach out. “What’s going on? Is he okay?”
“I’ve got him, honey.” He gave you a brief glance, holding out his hand to you. He didn’t want to be rude, but they needed space. You brought up your nails to bite, crying, as you leaned against the wall while Eddie went into panic mode.
He was still staring at one spot, eyes now spilling tears as his lips trembled and spewed out little whimpers. He was shaking and vibrating, face colorless as he gulped and swallowed so loudly you both could hear it.
“Breath, Eddie.” Wayne held his wrists. “Remember to breath. Breath and it’ll pass.”
He started sobbing, and you covered your mouth as hard as you could in complete shock and heart ache. Wayne held his shoulder and the back of his neck, his curls shaking from the weight of his broken, wheezy sobs that stained the fabric of his jeans. Wayne moved up to the couch when he started coughing violently, holding him up to his side as he doubled over and gagged, dry heaving out sobs and cries.
It was too traumatizing. You turned on your and once again, bolted for the door. You slammed it, holding yourself close as you hysterically cried to yourself. You had no idea where his father went, but his vehicle was no longer there. And god, you hoped he wouldn’t be coming back. Tonight only proved to you how sensitive this topic was, how fragile Eddie was when it came to his childhood. What you witnessed inside had scared you.
You were out there for nearly forty five minutes, shivering and lips nearly blue from the September weather. You were sat on the porch step, chattering your teeth away. You were almost too scared to check on your boys. Soon, the door creaked open and you jumped up to see a very, very tired looking Wayne.
“Is he-”
“He’s okay.” Wayne beat you to it, nodding as he looked at your dried tear tracks. He sighed heavily and leaned against the railing where you stood. “He’s not had one of those since freshman year. Forgot how scary they were.” He thought silently for a moment before he turned to you. “Are you okay?”
You shook your head. “Not really no. Where is he?”
“My brother?” Wayne raised a brow. “Gone. He ain’t coming back, believe me. He only comes around when he wants something and he got it. Jus’ wanted to mess with Ed’.”
Your eyes blurred with tears again. “What do I say to him? I don’t want him to get mad at, but I want to help.”
“He’s never mad at you, kid.” Wayne assured, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. “He’s just difficult at processing stuff, especially when it comes to his daddy, but he’s never mad at you, darlin’.”
You looked out to the empty trailer park, your cheeks shining in the illuminated light above you. “Is he ever going to talk to me about his…well, about everything? I can see how much it bothers him.”
Wayne’s heart swelled with guilt at his nephew’s suffering, and he gave a slow nod. “He will. In time.”
When you found Eddie sat on the edge of his bed, bandaid on his cut chin and eyes dark and sullen in, you moved slowly inside to crouch between his legs. He looked so fragile and broken, so pale and traumatized. He looked like a wounded animal. You so wished he would open up and talk to you, but you knew that wasn’t what he needed. Cupping his cheek lightly, his tearful eyes found yours and you shared a delicate look that said a thousand words. You lifted yourself up to your knees and wrapped your arms around his back in a tight, suffocating hug.
“I’ll be here when you’re ready.”
