Eddie Munson Imagines

Demobats II

Disclaimer: MAJOR VOLUME II SPOILERS MENTIONS CANON DEATH AND SCENE

Type: angst, fluff?

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing

Word count: 1.1k

Y/N POV
Two days later

Two days after Eddie died, I had to act like everything was normal. There was no falling apart in front of my friends because I couldn't bare another second without him, or anything. The only person who truly knew how I felt—or at least sort of how I felt was Dustin, but I wasn't going to burden him with my thoughts.

I thought about how I could break the news to Mr. Munson, Eddie's uncle, but how do you tell someone their nephew died without a proper explanation. I was also trying to think of ways to show everyone who he was—to show them the Eddie I knew.

"Y/N, you ready to go?" Steve asked, breaking me out of my trance while getting into his car. "Oh, uh yea, give me a second." I said, walking back inside to grab the necklace I had of Eddie's. I slipped it into my pocket as we headed off to give some of the things we gathered to help out with the devastation of the 'earthquake'

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Once we arrived at the High School, I got out of the car, helping to carry one of the boxes inside, avoiding all the looks I got from people since it was no secret I was Eddie's girlfriend, and best friend long before that. We all offered to help after bringing in the boxes, and got assigned various positions helping people around the gym.

I was passing out cups of water when I noticed one of the posters on the Report Missing Persons Here board looked, vandalized? I sat the water down, walking up closer to it before noticing the symbols drawn on it, and that's when I knew who's poster it was.

I held back the tears begging to slip out of my eyes as I ripped the poster off the board, "Y/N?" I heard from behind me. I turned around, wide eyed as Eddie's uncle stood behind me, a stack of posters for Eddie in his hand.

He quickly walked over to me, hanging up a new one "I've uh-I've had to do this quite a few times. You haven't seen him, have you?" He asked, desperately looking over at me. I went to go shake my head before the hushed sob wrecked through me.

He instantly pulled me into a hug, I hugged him back, feeling some comfort in the way Eddie and him smelled slightly the same. I had known this man, almost my whole life, and I couldn't even be honest with him—and it was killing me.

"You know he's innocent, you know he didn't do anything." I nodded my head, looking down at the ground "I know." I said, looking back up, "I-I also know what happened to him." I said, twisting my lips to the side, slightly scrunching my face so I could avoid any more tears falling.

He backed away a little looking at me "I was with him—I was with him when the earthquake hit." I said. "Well, where is he now?" He asked, urgently. I moved my hands up, harshly wiping my eyes as I shakily reached into my pocket, pulling out Eddie's necklace, which held his favorite guitar pick, and reluctantly handed it to him.

His eyes widened a little as I could see the tears begging to fall as he slowly walked to sit down, staring at the necklace in his hand. "I'm so sorry." I whispered sitting beside him. "I really wish everyone would've gotten to know him." I started.

"Like—really know him; because they would've loved him, they would've loved our Eddie." I said looking over at him as he shook his head, trying not to cry. "You know, even in the end, he never stopped being himself." I said as a choked laugh escaped my lips "Despite everything—I mean I hardly ever even saw him get actually mad." I continued. "He could've ran, h-he could've saved himself, but he fought—he fought and died to protect this town—this town that hated him." I said as Mr. Munson began crying, holding the necklace closer to his lips.

"He wasn't just innocent, Mr. Munson, he's-he's a hero, he's my hero, and I won't stop until this whole town see's him for who he is—was." I finished, as Mr. Munson completely broke down into tears, nodding his head. "That sounds just like our Eddie." He said after a minute, once he slightly calmed down.

"He would've wanted you to have this, not me." He suddenly said, holding the necklace back towards me. "Any-Anything you want out of his room, if it holds a special memory—you can have it, that's how he would've wanted it." He continued "And, I know it's gonna be hard, but you can come visit anytime you want to—he's was just as much mine as he was yours." He said as tears clouded over my vision again.

"What are we gonna do without him." I said, looking over at him after a minute of silence. "I don't know how to answer that right now." He said, wiping some tears out of his eyes "But you have to know how much he loved you—I mean I'm sure he told you in those final moments you got, but he really loved you, I swear that kid never shut up about you." He finished, laughing a little.

"Make him proud like you always did." He said, nodding his head at me "Show these people who he really was." He finished, patting my knee before getting up and walking back out the gym.

I sat there, twisting the necklace in my hand as I felt someone sit down beside me, Dustin. I looked over at him giving him a small smile "I told his uncle." I said, looking down. "It makes it feel so-so real." I said as tears fell from my eyes, once again.

"Yea." he said in a whisper as he leaned his head over on my shoulder, "How much do you think he'd make fun of us for crying in the middle of the High School gym right now?" Dustin asked, causing me to laugh "He'd definitely be laughing his ass off if he could see us." I said, letting out a small laugh as Dustin did too.

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A/N: This scene had me like sobbing all over again, I still can't believe he's gone, his death was so unjustified, like he still ended up being hated by everyone.