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delehosies · 2 years

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OBLIVIOUS !

eddie x reader. word count 1.5k. masterlist.

eddie is always there to pick up the pieces when his best friends heart gets broken. best friends to lovers excellence. eddie is smitten and y/n is oblivious.

things with your new boyfriend steve had been going well though so far, and while eddie was submerged in a tidal wave of jealousy whenever his name was mentioned, he was happy that you were finally happy, that steve wasn’t a complete asshole to you (though eddie vehemently refused to accept the idea that he was a good guy). and eddie’s fears were confirmed when you stumbled all the way to eddie’s trailer from a party you had assured eddie you would be safe attending – “i won’t let steve take his eyes off of me all night, okay eds?” you were wrong.

you found yourself practically slamming your fists against the cold door of eddie’s trailer, sobs falling from between your lips as your body shivered from the cold air of the night – you were beginning to regret your choice of short skirt.

eddie’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he hung his guitar back on his wall and peered at his alarm clock, it was way past 2am at this point. he made his way out of his bedroom to the door, swinging it open to reveal you, his y/n, mascara stained cheeks and a severe lack of any warm clothes. “y/n.” your name fell from his lips in a whisper. “get in here, right now.” he reached out to take your hand in his, guiding you inside and quickly closing the door behind you.

it didn’t take long for you to practically collapse into your best friend’s arms, burying your face in his bare chest as he wrapped his arms protectively around you, pulling you in to be even closer. “you’re okay, sweetheart. i’m here.” he pressed a small kiss to the top of your head, rocking you back and fourth slightly.

after a few minutes your cries had managed to subside slightly, giving eds the opportunity to pull away and allow his gaze to meet your teary eyes. “you’re freezing, y/n. let’s get you some warmer clothes, hm? and you can tell me everything that happened… but only if you want to.” you nodded, letting eddie wipe a few tears from your cheeks before he began to lead you to his cluttered, familiar bedroom. “have you been drinking, sweetheart?”

“mhm.” eds closed his bedroom door, beginning his search for a sweater for you. he began to look through a pile of clothes on his floor as you made your way to his bed, not hesitating to lay atop of his sheets – your arms wrapped around yourself in an attempt to find comfort.

“and what? you walked all the way here… by yourself?” eddie found a black sweater within the large pile of clothes and turned to face you, knowing that he was most certainly going to kill steve harrington if he ever saw him. you just nodded again, raising your arms and letting eds help you into the sweater, quietly cursing under his breath as he did so– all uncomplimentary statements regarding steve. “what a fucking asshole. that shit isn’t safe, y/n. especially not when you’ve been drinking.”

eddie sat besides you, looking everywhere but at you as he pretended to be oblivious to you removing your skirt and kicking it to the floor. the two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, your hand soon it’s way to his again.

“he was with another girl, eds.” you finally broke the silence, putting eddie out of his misery – you knew that he was dying to know what happened, that it was taking every part of him to hold in the questions he had. “making out with someone he’s never even met before. i turned my back for one minute to get another drink and…” your voice broke, and before you knew it the tears were suddenly falling again.

he didn’t hesitate to engulf you in his arms once again, allowing your mascara tears to stain his skin as your sobs filled his ears. eddie shushed you quietly, whispering words of comfort as he held you gently. “you’re okay, sweet girl. just breathe for me, hm? in and out, in and out… there we go.” he cooed, knowing exactly what you needed to hear. you were someone who loved so hard, who fell so suddenly – and so heartbreak practically killed you, no matter how many times it happened or how many assholes took advantage of your kindness, you were always so distraught.

eddie held you in his arms for what felt like hours, allowing you to get all of the emotion out of your system as he gently rocked you back and fourth. you grew sleepy soon enough, the crying having completely exhausted you – your eyelids began to droop, and when eds noticed this he carefully tucked you into his bed, under multiple soft blankets.

a small whine escaped you at the loss of warmth, missing eddie’s body pressed against yours as soon as he was missing. “shh, it’s okay. i’ll be like – one second.”

you heard as he shuffled around in his bedroom in search of makeup wipes, eddie had begun to buy them regularly for whenever you slept over. the mattress shifted underneath you as eddie sat besides you once again. “i’m gonna take your makeup off for you, okay?” you let out a noise which sounded close to okay, so eds began to gently wipe your skin. so gently you weren’t entirely sure that he was removing any makeup. a small giggle fell from you, making eds lips turn up into a big smile. “whaaaat? don’t laugh at me, y/n. i’m a good best friend… there we go. all clean.” eddie threw the wipe onto the floor before climbing into bed besides you. he turned the beside lamp off, allowing the room to fall into darkness.

you shifted your body, turning to face eddie and forcing your eyes to stay open. “i love you, eddie. you’re so good to me… thank you.” eds heart began to race, his cheeks flushing to be a pretty shade of strawberry– he had to remind himself that it wasn’t meant like that.

“you don’t have to thank me, y/n. someone has to pick up the pieces when assholes break your heart, and i’m more than happy to do it.” he gave you a small smile, watching in amusement as you fought to keep your eyes open. “go to sleep. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

you fidgeted for a few moments, finally curling your body into a little ball and allowing yourself to succumb to the depths of sleep. eds thought that you had fallen asleep, and was doing his best to lay as still as he possibly could – he didn’t want to disturb you, not after how awful your night had been.

“i really thought steve was different… i thought he was special.” you spoke after a few minutes of silence, your thoughts clearly still bothering you. eddie knew that your experiences had begun to make you doubt your self worth, made you wonder if you were good enough, if you were the problem. eddie knew that wasn’t true, you were better than every shithead that you had the misfortune of deciding to date.

“no man will ever be special enough to deserve you, sweetheart. you’re better than all of them” eddie whispered, and though you didn’t believe his words, you trusted him with your entire being, your soul.

your thoughts were especially jumbled as you fell deeper and deeper into the grasps of sleep, but you couldn’t help but think of how easy it would be to fall in love with eddie munson… hm. if only he felt the same way.

you shook your head, eyes fluttering open and sleepily meeting his gaze once more. “m’not better than you, eddie. no one is better than you.” the tired words fell from your lips without a second thought, and before eddie could even process them you had fallen asleep – leaving your best friend alone to contemplate and understand the depths of your words.

“sleep well, y/n.”

#i love this fic so much idc #it brought me so much comfort writing it #sorry 4 steve slander btw #put 2 bfs against each other my bad #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things

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biromantic-nerd · 2 years

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absolutely not trying to pit two bad bicches against each other but I haven't seen anyone compare Nancy and Chrissy parallels when I think that'd be interesting to explore

1. 'good' girl prep learns that the weird 'freak' boy with slight financial struggles and a cringe reputation is actually kind.

2. and that, despite having a cool asshole jock boyfriend (do not fight me about whether s1 Steve was an asshole. He even thinks he was.) she enjoys spending chooses to spend time with grungy weirdo boy over that cool asshole jock bf.

3. She chooses to confide her worries in weird boy instead of cool asshole jock bf. and even confides fears that she thinks other people would think she's crazy for. (Nancy 'something got Barb, she didn't run away' + 'faceless man' vs Chrissy 'losing her mind')

4. are we not going to talk about Chrissy's ED? Because Chrissy's eating disorder. And how Nancy took ballet - a sport known for fucking with self perception involving weight and appearance - and is played by an actress who saturates thinspiration posts. (Or at least she did back in like 2017.)

5. people can't get past their own perceptions of what they think she's like to believe what she in reality is like. Prissy/Princess/Goody-Two-Shoe Nancy having guns vs Preppy/Perfect/Goody-Two-Show Chrissy buying drugs. They can't believe it of her.

6. She has a multifaceted characterization. She's not a simple character; she has the range.

7. She's so charismatic that she's easily forgiven by the audience for dubiously 'morally bad' behavior that the audience sees with tremendous sympathy and doesn't know whether even to call it morally bad in the first place because of how compelling she + her storyline is. (Nancy's mournful bullshit speech to Steve about Barb + cheating on Steve with Jonathan vs Chrissy buying drugs*) (*this isn't an open discussion about drugs btw. the show frames it as criminal behavior, which they frame as 'morally bad' enough that Jason refuses to let people 'slander lies' about Chrissy)

8. pretty. sorry if you thought this one was going to be more cerebral. pretty.

anyways, this was just written spur of the moment but I truly think that they have similarities. If she'd had more screen time, I think it'd be cool if Chrissy could've been fleshed out to parallel Nancy more. (Still love Chrissy and Nancy as-is though, don't get me wrong)

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