i fear i’m in such a writers block with all my fics. like why do i have 93502 fics started and none of them finished?? i love to write?? figure it out girl
“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way
going to bed and manifesting to see Winchesters long happy retirement life. simple wedding rings. small town in the middle of the midwest. trees practically hugging the house. a pentagram is hidden under the door mat and the only bed in the house is king sized. an armory in the locked basement and a shared laundry basket in the bathroom. the house is full of love and protective hex bags.
I feel like I’ll never get rid of that feeling because it’s way too deep inside me and I’m way too deep inside of it. These are my roots, how do I get rid of roots?
I can’t open these doors, the ones you want me to, the ones you wish I’d do
I’m drained, I can’t drink, I’m poisoned enough
I’m weak, I know you can see it, don’t forget just because I can laugh
I’m sick, I’m stuck, I’m sick of my brain and stuck in my body
They say the face you give the world tells the world how to treat you, I knew from the start I could not be treated well even by myself
synopsis - It’s only been a few days since you saw Eddie last, but you keep replaying the events of that night in your head.
pairing - bestfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings - fluff asf, bruising/blood, nicknames, no use of y/n
wc - 2.3k
It’s only been a few days since you saw Eddie last, but you keep replaying the events of that night in your head. It’s like your now ex-boyfriend has become a distant memory, completely overtaken by thoughts of Eddie and where your friendship will go from here.
“Christ, Sweets. You know what I mean…” He had said, though his voice was hoarse and shallow. “Please don’t make me do this when you’re so blazed you won’t remember it tomorrow.” He reached out then, his calloused hands almost swallowing the side of your face. He leaned into you and rested his forehead against yours.
“I’ll remember.” You had said, your heart beating out of your chest, almost certain you knew what he was getting at.
“Tomorrow.” He had said, “Ask me tomorrow, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” Your face had fallen a bit at him, finding yet another way to push this conversation off, but you agreed. You had curled back into him and fallen asleep in his arms, as you do every night.
You’ve replayed the scene so many times now that it has become a worn groove in your mind, deeper than a simple memory, more like the only reality you have ever known or will ever know. The only issue was that ‘tomorrow’ had never come. Eddie had gotten ready for school with you the next day as he always did, and you hadn’t seen him since. He was avoiding you as though he would catch the plague if you even laid eyes on him. You weren’t sure whether to let him come to you on his own time or if you should track him down and make him talk to you. You were starting to lean towards the latter.
The final bell rang, and students flooded the hallways, among them the Hawkins High basketball team. They had already changed into their green-and-white game-day jerseys and were talking loudly about tonight's game. Down the hall, Eddie was pulling his Dungeons and Dragons manuals from his locker in preparation for tonight's session. You look down at your watch, which shows it’s 3:15. You knew Eddie’s uncle Wayne wouldn’t be home from work until at least 4:00, and suddenly you had a plan. You pictured his bedroom window, which, as far as you knew, he had never latched when you climbed through it the other night. Honestly, he likely hadn’t even locked the front door when he left for school this morning. You pictured yourself, curled up in his bed, with history homework that desperately needed to be done, sprawled across the wrinkled bedspread, waiting. If you were already at his house when he got there, he would have to face you. A wicked grin spread across your face, ready to set your plan in motion.
You ran, which you seemed to be doing a lot of lately, out of Hawkins High, grabbing your bike off the rack. You had plenty of time to get to Eddie’s, but you wanted to be sure that Wayne wouldn’t know you were there. Wayne loves you, but he would tell Eddie, and even though he would likely still come to his room, you wanted to surprise him. So, you hopped on your bike and pedalled as fast as you could to Eddie’s house, making it there in record time. You stashed your bike in the woods behind his house before checking whether his window was still unlocked. “Gotcha.” You muttered under your breath, impressed with yourself for remembering he had never locked the bedroom window. Once you were inside, you changed out of your school clothes into one of Eddie’s worn-in t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants that either started as yours or Eddie’s, but neither of you could remember. You pulled open your backpack, pulling out your history textbook, and got to work.
You weren’t sure when you had fallen asleep, only that it was now dark outside the bedroom window, and your history homework was crumpled all over the bedspread. “Awesome. That’s just fucking awesome.” You muttered, quickly collecting all of the papers and stuffing them back into your backpack. You heard footsteps outside the door, but you couldn’t be sure whether they were Wayne’s or Eddie’s. You flicked on the TV, keeping it at a low volume, and started watching Cheers reruns from the previous night. Your watch showed 7:03. Eddie should be home any minute.
You heard the front door slam shut at around 7:10, like clockwork. You turned the TV off and waited in silence and darkness for Eddie to find his way to his room. “Hey, Uncle Wayne.” You heard his voice echo through the trailer. “Hey, kid. How was Hellfire?” You heard Wayne’s bedroom door close, and you couldn’t hear any more of their conversation. Your heart felt like it was trying to beat out of your chest. You weren’t quite sure why you were so nervous. Eddie was your best friend above all else, and you both had let something so stupid get in the way of your friendship. No matter what happened when he came through that door, you wanted to be sure he would still accept you as his best friend, if not more.
Another few minutes passed, which in your mind felt like hours, before you heard Wayne’s bedroom door close and Eddie’s heavy footsteps crossing the kitchen. Your breath caught in your throat when you heard Eddie’s hand on the bedroom door. He stumbled into the room less than gracefully, and you were still holding your breath when he turned the light on. He set his things down on his desk before he noticed you, but not before you saw the tearful look in his left eye and the bag of frozen peas on his right. His face warmed at the sight of you, not seeming surprised at all. He threw the bag of peas onto the bed, and for the first time, you saw the bruise forming around his eye. Without saying a word, he crawled into your lap. He rested his head on your stomach, and you adjusted so he could wrap his arms around your waist. He let out a sigh, and you reached down to run your hand through his hair.
“Eddie, what the hell happened to you?” You asked him, with tones of anger peeking out around the care in your voice. He just shook his head in your lap as more tears streamed down his face. You sighed, continuing to stroke his hair, leaning down to press a small kiss to his head. “Eds, you know you can tell me anything. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.” He nods, and you sit in silence for a few minutes before he finally begins speaking. “We got out of Hellfire at the same time as the basketball game,” He says, voice shaky and broken, barely louder than a whisper. “They snuck up on me, I was just putting my stuff in the van, and then I was up against the van. Your boyfriend… he said I’m a freak, that you deserve better than to be hanging around someone like me.” He clears his throat, voice clearer now, calmer. “He said you’d crawl back to him when you realize that I’ll never be anything, just a third-year senior playing satanist games with a bunch of kids.” He sat up, eyes dropping to the bedspread when he noticed the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “He spat in my face, but he only hit me a few times. I swear. It looks worse than it is.”
He looked up at you, tears now streaming down your face. You noticed his bottom lip trembling and pulled him against you, hugging him so tight he could feel himself struggling for air. “Eddie, I’m so sorry. He’s a piece of shit, and he’s wrong.” You mumbled against the side of his head, squeezing him harder somehow. “I’ll always be your best friend. I’ve missed you so much the past few days, I can’t imagine going through life without you in it.” You pulled back to look him in the eyes, tears still falling down your face. “You’re everything, Eds.” With that, he nodded and broke down, both of you sobbing into each other's arms.
You stayed like that for a few minutes, eventually lying down and watching a movie. You started it halfway through, and neither of you had a clue what it was about, but it didn’t matter. You were together, and that was all you cared about. Eddie curled up in the crook of your shoulder, and you rested the bag of frozen peas back over his eye, occasionally checking the swelling.
For the second time today, you woke up in Eddie’s bed, not sure when you had fallen asleep. Eddie stirred a bit in his sleep, nuzzled his head into yours, and pressed a kiss onto your cheek. You giggled, knowing he was asleep and not quite sure what he was doing. Your laughter woke him, and he looked at you with half-lidded eyes, still not fully awake.
“Wha’s funny, sweets?” He mumbled, blinking slowly. “You kissed me, Eds. In your sleep.” You laughed again at him. He’s always ridiculous and weirdly loving towards you in the morning, or when you wake up together in the middle of the night like this. His hair was all over the place, and his arms had marks across them from the blanket being bunched up under both of you. “Kiss you lots, sweets. Jus’ love you.” He mumbled, clearly not thinking straight. Your eyes went wide at his confession. You guys were more than best friends, and you both knew that. You also knew that you loved each other, but that was platonic as far as you both acknowledged. He had never kissed you, at least as far as you knew. Not until you had kissed him the other night. You weren’t sure if he was still sleep-talking, but from the way his body tensed up after he spoke, he had admitted something he hadn’t meant to.
“Eds?” Your voice was barely louder than a whisper, waiting to see if he was still awake. “Yeah, sweets?” He leaned closer to you. Your heart was beating out of your chest, feeling like he was staring straight through your body and into your soul. “Can we talk? About the other night?” Eddie was quiet for a minute before he answered you. “Yeah, sweets. We can talk about it.” He sighed. “Eds, why did you avoid me? That wasn’t right.” Your voice was heated, but not angry. “I know it wasn’t. I just didn’t know what to do.” His eyes dropped from yours and reconnected with the bedspread. “I don’t want to hurt you. Can’t hurt you.” He muttered. “I know that, Eds. I don’t want to hurt you either, but we both know something’s happening here. Has been for a while. At least… I think so.” He looked at you with so much love it threatened to wrap around you and swallow you both whole. “Sweetheart, I meant what I said. Ask me anything, and I’ll tell you.”
You took a deep breath before piling questions onto him. “What do you mean you kiss me lots?” His mouth quirked into a half-grin, “I meant I kiss you a lot. Like, every night before you fall asleep. I kiss you on the cheek before I go to sleep.” Your face lights up like a little kid on Christmas at his confession. “I knew it!” He laughs at you, before wincing and pressing his hand to his face, where his black eye was starting to take over. You take a chance and kiss the side of his eye, exactly where he had just pulled his hand from. “Seems like you’re trying to make a move on me here, sweets.” You roll your eyes at him. “Not yet. Got another question first.” Your voice is confident now, half hope and half knowing he’s going to tell you exactly what you want to hear.
“What is it?” His eyes are focused on you. “What did you mean the other night? When you said you’d been waiting for this?” He huffs, shaking his head, his thick brown curls going with it, frizz and all.
“Sweets, you should know exactly what I meant. You curl up in bed with me every night. We see every part of each other every day, the good, the bad, the ugly, and the darkness. Christ, remember that time we showered together? I mean, I know we were both covered in mud, but you and I both know that I would’ve waited if you hadn’t invited me in there with you. You’re right by my side every day, and I’m right by yours. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. You should know by now how deeply I love you.” Your face brightened again at his confession. You weren’t expecting him to be so articulate, nor did you expect him to bring up that fateful day when you had been out for a walk and both slipped in a giant puddle of mud. You hadn’t thought anything of it at the time; you had both worn your undergarments and changed afterwards, but he was right. You knew what you were doing when you invited him into the shower with you, whether you were conscious of it or not.
“Eds?” You muttered, “Yeah, sweets?” Your head lifted from the bedspread, taking in his big brown eyes, his bedhead, and the bruises that were taking over his face. “I love you, too.” For a moment, you weren’t sure if either of you were breathing. It felt like you were in a bubble, just the two of you floating in a bliss that no one could pop. “I know, sweets. I think we’ve both known that for a while now.” He laughs again, not wincing this time. You tucked your head into his neck, smiling wider than you had in a long time.
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