Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington

🥀Eddie Munson- Drug Dealer🥀

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Summary: You don't agree with Eddie selling drugs after what happened to your best friend.

Type: Angst, small bit of fluff

Pairings: Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: unedited work, mentions of an overdose, drugs, relationship fighting, relationship breakup.

⚠️This oneshot mentions some dark things, so please continue with caution⚠️

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You were not a fan of drugs. You just weren't. You had tried them before for fun but have since vowed never again. You had your reasons. A very understandable reason. A little over two years ago, during your sophomore year of high school, your best friend Hanna overdosed. You knew she was doing drugs, and why too. She had started using hard drugs a few months before she died, and before you knew it she was addicted.

She stopped coming to school, she would ignore everyone, and she would stay at random peoples' houses. You didn't blame her, you blamed the drugs, and the people are her. Your classmates didn't think the same way. Awful things were said about Hanna at school. No one knew her like you did, so it pissed you off that they would talk about her. You missed her every day, and hoped that she was happy, wherever she was.

Your dislike of drugs was a problem during the beginning of your relationship with Eddie. At first you just tried to ignore the fact that he was a dealer. But it got to you after a while. One day after work Eddie was sitting at a table in his uncle's trailer, sorting out baggies of weed. Your day had already been stressful, and seeing that made you break down. You dropped your bag on the floor and put your face in your hands, starting to sob.

Eddie's eyes went wide and he immediately stopped what he was doing. "Y/n, y/n baby, what is it?" he asked. He had stood up and put his hands on your upper arms. He leaned down to try to see you. "Baby what is it?" he asked again. You sniffled loudly and sucked up your sobs. As soon as you moved your hands from your face Eddie wrapped his arms around you. He put a hand on the back of your head and very slowly started rocking back and forth, something he did whenever you were upset. "What's wrong sweetheart?" he whispered in your ear.

"Eddie," you hiccuped, "please stop selling drugs. I-I can't- It hurts me to be around it. You know how-how Hanna died."

He kissed the side of your hair. "Okay. If that's what you want, then I'll stop. Anything for you."

"Thank you."

And that was that. He gave the rest of what he had to his dealer and didn't buy anymore. He got a job at the music store to make up for what he had been making. Things were good after that. Or at least that's what you thought.

It was a quiet Tuesday at the video store; you'd only had about four customers in the six hours you had been working.

"Ugh," Robin groaned. "Let's just go home. We can close up early. No one's coming anyways."

"Sounds good to me," you said. You and Robin locked up three hours early.

Your fingers drummed on the steering wheel as you drove to Eddie's trailer. He would be surprised and delighted to spend extra time with you. You could imagine the childlike glee on his face when he sees you.

When you pulled up you noticed an unfamiliar car parked outside. Just as you were turning your SUV off the front door opened. A guy you had seen before walked out, looking around and clutching what appeared to be a small bag in his hand. He spotted you and nodded in greeting. You narrowed your eyes at him. This guy was a very well known stoner in town. You gripped your steering wheel, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath. "This cannot be happening," you thought.

Once the stoner drove off you had cooled your emotions just a tad, enough to think straight. Despite that, you were holding back tears. You stepped out of your vehicle, walked up to the door of the trailer and opened it. You walked to Eddie's room, heart breaking with each step.

"Eddie," you choked out when you saw him sitting on his bed with an open lunchbox. The same lunchbox he had stored his drugs in before he stopped nearly two years ago.

"Baby," he said, standing up. He rubbed his hands on the sides of his jeans.

"Eddie," you repeated. "Are you selling again?"

"I-" he looked pitiful. He looked ashamed.

"Just tell me," you said, defeated.

"I am but-"

You cut him off, "That's all I need to hear."

"Y/n please," he begged. He took steps closer to you and tried to get you to look at him but you took a step away from him.

"No. You know, you know, how I feel about that. I asked you to stop and you said you would. You lied to me. You disrespected me and my wishes." Tears fell from your cheeks. Your heart was breaking into a million pieces. No matter how much you loved him, or how much it hurt, you just couldn't. You couldn't be around it.

"Y/n please, I love you. I love you more than anything. You came into my life and made it so much better. I can't lose you." Tears were forming in his own eyes, and it broke your heart even more.

You shook your head, lip quivering. "I love you too but I can't, I just can't handle it."

You both stood there for a minute silently before you turned around and started to walk to the door. Eddie followed behind you. "Don't go. Don't leave, please," he said, voice cracking.

"I don't want to go. But- but I have to." You picked up your bag and opened the front door. You turned back to look at Eddie one more time. He looked completely unlike himself. His eyes were red and his cheeks were glistening with tears. All his energy was gone. He looked deflated. You turned away before you could change your mind.

"I love you," you heard him say as you shut the door.
You quickly walked to your car, trying to get as much distance as possible between you two. You drove for a few miles before the tears were blinding. You pulled over in an empty parking lot and let it all out. Two years of your life had been spent with Eddie. An amazing two years. You thought that he was the love of your life; that you would be together forever, but it seemed like you were wrong.