pairing: Eddie Munson x reader
summary: on another lonely night, you're being shown what you desire the most. or: another version of Mr. Whatsit (700 words)
a/n: I miss Eddie. also: this is my first time writing for his character, hope you'll enjoy <3
The sigh is already on your lips when you open the door to your room.
A familiar melody comes from your radio, hauntingly electric and washing up memories you try to shove away as far as possible every day.
But in the evenings, when the town quietens and there is nowhere to be between the crawls, they come to you.
He’s on your bed, again, just like he used to be on the nights where you still had homework and he didn’t like being without you. You drop your bag from your shift at the radio with Robin and Steve, gnawing at your bottom lip hard and not sparing him a glance.
Today has been particularly bad.
Robin has played one of his songs and you know she only meant well, but it had fucking hurt.
If you look at him now, you’ll not be able to stop yourself from crying again.
“Baby.” He murmurs and you close your eyes as you walk over to your window, closing the blinds. You hear the shuffling of your sheets, the way the bed creaks and it kills you, how easy it is to pretend with your eyes closed. This might’ve been just a normal Friday night, him sneaking into your room and staying, holding you in his arms as you still shake from the pleasure he has given you with his ringed hands, his tongue, his entire being…
“Stop.” You whisper, shaking your head.
Don’t look at him. He’ll disappear, he always does when you are strong enough. But lately, you’ve been so tired…At times like this, he used to hold out his arms for you and you’d simply disappear in them, surrounded by denim and his curly hair and spicy cologne.
“I’m right here.” He tells you softly, voice raspy and fuck, so so real. “I’m not going anywhere, love, just look at me.”
You turn around, heart aching with the need to race over and just give in.
It would be so easy to just. Give. In.
He sits on the edge of your bed, big brown eyes looking up at you like you are the entire universe and the way the light on your bedstand makes his hair shimmer, reflecting on his rings-
You release a shuddering breath.
“I can’t do this, Eddie.” You sniffle, the tears in your eyes threatening to overflow when the illusion dares to coo and stand up, eager to comfort you. You shrink away, shaking your head violently. “N-no. Just go, please. I know you’re not really here, this is just some kind of sick trick my mind is playing m-“
“But I am here.” He reasons with you, ever so patient with you as he draws closer. The chain on his jeans rattles, no signs of a thousand bites and scratches he has suffered. “I’ve never left, sweetheart.”
“I don’t believe you.” Your heart breaks, blurry eyes hungrily taking every little detail of him in before he vanishes. “I want to so bad, I want it to be real, because I love you and I miss you and every day hurts even more without you, but I can’t.”
There’s a flicker in those eyes you adored so much.
A flare of red before he smiles softly and raises his hand to touch your cheek.
Would it feel real? His hand warm, comforting? You cannot stomach to find out.
Your chest rises and falls as if you have run across the entire town, the darkness behind your eyelids a welcoming void.
When you open them again, he’s gone.
No crinkle in the fabric where he sat on your bed.
No lingering scent of his cologne in the air.
No memory except for the music still playing quietly and the picture frames of you and him you have turned over weeks ago.
Just you and the ghost of him in your heart.
You brush away the tears, taking a deep breath.
You’ve turned him away today, but how about tomorrow?
Every day, you let him stay a little longer.
Wondering what’ll happen if you stop refusing him.
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