Platonic Eddie x Reader
{written with no pronouns therefore for any reader | yall are 16 in this}
prompt: you’re Eddie’s best friend. one day he calls you and says he needs to talk. he comes to your house (because you’re parents are never home) and has a mental breakdown. in this he reveals his sexuality to you.
requested: YES!!!! by a wonderful anon
warnings: platonic fluff-ish, hurt and comfort, internalized homophobia, homophobic slurs
ps there’s a little bit of reddie in there. sorry if you don’t ship?
《《lowercase are intentional don’t jump me》》
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“hey Eddie,“ you say slowly, words laced with sleep.
"hi sorry did I wake you up?”
“yeah but it’s okay. what’s up?”
“i… need to talk,” you knew Eddie better than anyone, and you could tell something was very wrong.
“shoot.”
“in person.”
“it’s midnight. your mom would freak,” your voice full of concern.
“i don’t care. i need to talk to you right n-”
“be here in five,” you cut him off and hung up.
••••• •••••
you sat waiting by your window until you saw Eddie approach. you run downstairs and opened the door. the second it was open Eddie threw himself into your arms and started sobbing into your shoulder.
“oh hun! what happened?”
“I CAN’T BRE- BREATHE I DON-DON’T KNOW WHAT TO- WHAT- WHAT TO D-DO,” he yelled through heavy, sharp breaths.
“Eddie babe you need to calm down! you’re having an anxiety attack!”
“MY MOM IS GONNA KILL ME! SHE’S GONNA KICK ME OUT! I’M GONNA HAVE TO LIVE ON THE STREETS!”
“Eddie! what are you freaking out about? i can’t help you if you don’t talk to me!”
“SHE’S GONNA FIND OUT THEN I’LL HAVE TO LIVE WITH ALL THE HOBOS! OH GOD! DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MANY DISEASES I COULD GET! OH MY GOD!”
“shhhhh. stop yelling everything will be okay. 1) i would never let you live on the streets you could move in with me and 2) i doubt your mom would kick you out for anything. what is she gonna find out?”
“she- she’ll know i-i-i k-kissed him,” his voice broke as he spoke.
“kissed… who?”
“richie,” he whispered with tears slowly falling down his cheeks.
“you… kissed Richie… Richie Toizer?”
“yes.”
“was it a good kiss?”
“w-what? aren’t you disgusted? aren’t you horrified? d-don’t you hate me?”
“no. was the kiss with Richie a good kiss? tell me about it,” you continued on as if he said he tried a new restaurant.
“well i-i mean yeah. it was soft and sweet. and i didn’t screw it up or make it awkward, but don’t you hate me. aren’t you gonna yell and call me a f-fag,” he said the last word so soft if you weren't listening so close you would have missed it.
“nope. who am i to tell you you can’t be with who you love.”
“i don’t love him,” he murmured
“yes you do. i’m your best friend, and i see how you look at him.”
“like i wanna strangle him?”
“no like he hangs the stars and hold up the sky,” you say through a laugh.
“i don’t think i can go home yet.”
“i figured you were spending the night. c'mon I already have you a blanket ready.”
“thanks y/n. i don’t know what I would do without you.”
“oh i know.”
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