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Little by Little (pt.4)

... so it's been over a year since i last updated this series.

reader finally makes the call.

warnings - Billy Hargrove (boo 👎), strong language, use of petnames (Eddie calls reader sweetheart a lot)

details - eddie munson x female reader, 1.1k words

part 1, part 2, part 3, playlist

You awoke to the smell of coffee as you struggled to open your puffy eyes. A steaming mug had been placed on your bedside table, illuminated by golden rays of sunlight that seeped through the gap in the curtains. Groaning, you slowly sat up and peered around the room. As your awareness increased, you heard sounds of clanging pots and muttered curses which caused your eyes to widen in confusion and slight panic. Someone’s here? Someone made you coffee and is now presumably attempting to cook in your kitchen? 

Then you remember. 

You’d been driven home from work last night by Eddie. His questions about your relationship with Billy had snapped you into the painful reality. 

Eddie had sat on your sofa, anxiously fiddling with the silver rings on his fingers, occasionally gnawing at a hangnail while you made the painful phone call. 

“Jesus, fuck, it’s the middle of the night! What the fuck are you calling for?”

“Billy, I-“ a sob burst up from deep in your chest and made you choke. 

“Spit it out god damn it,” Billy growled. 

“I have to break up with you!” you sobbed into the phone. 

Billy was silent for a moment before he hissed, “you thought it was worth risking waking up my whole fuckin’ family in the middle of the night, for that? Shit, you really are a stupid cunt, fucking selfish bitch-”

“I’ll p-pack the things you left here a-and put them on the doorstep when you’re b-back in Hawkins,” you managed to choke out. 

Billy was still spewing a barrage of insults when you told him goodbye and hung up the phone.

Your whole body started to shake as you dropped to your knees and sobbed with your face in your hands. As you sat gasping and choking on tears and snot, Eddie rushed over and joined you on the floor. He couldn’t speak any comforting words, as the sight of you had caused a lump to form in his throat. All he could do was hold you against his chest, gripping your shoulder with one hand and stroking your hair with the other. 

He swallowed hard and did his best to compose himself enough to whisper into your ear, “you did the right thing, sweetheart. You did what you had to do. I’m proud of you.”

When you began to regain control of your breathing, Eddie held your waist and gently helped you to your feet before guiding you over to the sofa. Once you were comfortably seated, clutching a decorative cushion to your chest, Eddie slipped away into your kitchen. You could hear him rummaging through your cabinets until he found your glasses, then you heard him filling the glass with water from the tap. He hurried back and offered you the glass which you gratefully accepted. You took small sips as your nerves continued to steady. 

Eddie was unsure what to do next. His stomach was twisting and his chest was tight with desperation. He needed to help you, needed to comfort you. He felt powerless, pathetic, watching you in agony, clueless as to how to quell your pain. 

“Thank you,” you croaked out. Your throat felt raw from what felt like hours of crying. 

“There’s no need to thank me, sweetheart,” he said softly as he took a seat beside you. “Anything you need, just say the word and I am at your service.” 

You let yourself lean against his shoulder. Exhaustion was quickly overtaking your body and you fought to keep your eyes open. 

“I think,” you sighed, “I need to go to bed.” 

Holding your waist, Eddie let you lead him towards your bedroom. When you reached the door, he spoke. 

“Would you mind if I stayed over tonight? It’s late and it probably wouldn’t be wise for me to drive now. I’ll sleep on the couch, don’t worry.”

Truthfully, he knew he would be fine driving home. He just couldn’t bear the thought of leaving you alone but he didn’t want you to think that he thought you were helpless. 

“Of course, Ed. Of course you can stay,” you almost whispered. 

“Thanks sweetheart. If you need anything at all just come and wake me up, okay?”

You nodded and yawned, pushing the door half closed as he turned back towards the living room. 

After changing into your pyjamas and crawling into bed, you quickly fell asleep, completely wiped out from the whole ordeal. 

Now, in the warm morning light you quietly walked out, following the clanging and cursing to find Eddie in the kitchen. Bread and eggs sat on the bench as he placed a pan on the stove and turned on the heat. 

You cleared your throat to let him know you were there. He jumped in shock and quickly turned to see you. 

“Ah! Good morning, sweetheart. I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. Would you prefer breakfast at table?” he grinned and you giggled. 

“Breakfast at table is great, thank you Eddie. You really didn’t have to do this, any of this.”

“No, I know I didn’t have to do this. I want to do this for you.”

You smiled at him before hurrying back to your room to retrieve your coffee before it got too cold. 

Warmth filled your chest as you sat at the kitchen table sipping the coffee Eddie had made for you. It was a little sweeter than you usually have it and it had a little more milk than you like but you were grateful that he’d tried. 

Tears pricked at your eyes as Eddie placed the plate of eggs and toast in front of you. As he took the seat across from you he noticed the couple of tears rolling down your cheek. He reached across and took one of your hands in his, brushing his thumb back and forth across your knuckles. 

“You okay, sweetheart? You want ‘em over easy instead?” 

You giggled through your tears and shook your head. 

“These look perfect, thank you. I’m just… the only person who’s ever cooked me breakfast is my mom.”

Eddie pushed down the sudden feeling of anger that bubbled up from his stomach at the thought that Billy had you - sweet, beautiful, badass you - for two and a half years and he never cooked you breakfast. 

“It’s the least I could do,” he said softly. 

He wanted more than anything to lean across the small kitchen table and kiss you. Instead, he squeezed your hand gently before nudging your plate a little closer to you. 

“Eat up. Before it gets cold.”

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