moonyswoony - Tumblr blog

moonyswoony · 15 days

Text

Nothing else matters

pairing: Eddie munson x best friend reader

Summary: Your constant need to defend your best friend eventually lands you in the hospital, and Eddie's not happy.

Warning(s): cursing,slight angst with happy ending,making out.

Anyone in your position would have been able to tell where they were right off the bat without even opening their eyes. Although, to you, it all comes back in bits and pieces. You begin to register the noises all around you. Doors constantly sliding open and shut, squeaky sounds of wheelchairs, muffled groans and voices somewhere in the distance.

The bitter scent of antiseptic with a hint of bleach mixed with undertones of the chemicals contained in soaps and cleaners fills the room. Your nostrils slightly tingle from the nauseating scent surrounding you and instinctively, you press your face into the warm pillow under your head in order to escape it.

Despite all this, it's the sensation of someone watching you that finally compels your eyes to open. Light creeps into your vision before you shut your eyes, just to open them again.

A hospital. You were definitely in a hospital.

You bite your lip from the sharp pain that shoots all over your body as you slowly try to sit up and get off the bed, bones aching in the process.

"Whoa—wait, you’ll pop a bone there."

Your eyes fall onto a man with long curly hair standing next to your bed, his black leather jacket unzipped to reveal a Hellfire Club shirt peeking from underneath.

"Eddie?" you breathe out.

Eddie lightly pushes against your shoulder, sending you back down. "Yup, that's me, love. Now why don't you stay there before I have to scrape you off the floor?"

You let out a weak chuckle and shift around, trying to get comfortable against the hospital bed. "You really think you could scrape me off the floor, Munson? Pretty sure I’d just flatten you."

Eddie smirks, humour showing through. "Oh, you think so, huh? I’d have you know I’m quite the strongman."

His tone sounds off,you think.

You ignore it and roll your eyes, but can't help the small smile that forms. Eddie starts drumming his fingers against his thigh, eyes cast down as he talks. "So, uh, as you can see from your bedside table, we turned your room into a real mansion."

Your eyes shift to the small table next to your bed, a bouquet of bright red carnations, golden yellow daffodils, and rosy peonies all wrapped together with thick wrapping paper. You smirk when right next to it you see three asymmetric cards made from colorful cardboard, the letters inside too sloppy to be made by any adult.

Definitely the kids.

"Well, I can clearly see who made me these cards. What about the flowers?" you ask, gaze shifting towards him.

His eyes quickly flicker past you. "Picked them from some flower shop down the street. Thought you might like some color in here."

There's a pregnant pause in his speech before he starts playing with his ring. An old habit you’ve seen Eddie pick up over the years when he wanted to distract himself from a situation.

And for the first time since you woke up, you look at Eddie—truly look at him.

His eyes are hollow, with dark circles underneath. He’s focused on the empty space between him and your bed. His leg bounces as he stands, shoe squeaking against the floor. The side of his lip curls inward as he bites it, probably hard enough to draw blood.

You quickly reach forward, placing your hand on top of his.

"Hey."

A few seconds pass before he finally snaps his eyes towards you, movements off and far too slow.

"You okay there?"

He rolls his eyes and pushes back his hair, the glint of multiple silver rings showing through. "I'm not the one laying in a hospital bed."

"Dude," you snort. "By the looks of it, maybe I should get up and give it to you."

Eddie ignores the poor attempt to lighten the mood this time and presses a hand against his eye, hard enough that he starts seeing starbursts. "I'm still wondering why the fuck you did that."

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "What—"

He sucks in a deep breath, expression shifting in a way you can't quite recognize yet. "When I got here, Dustin had already beaten me to it. Said that you got jumped by some asshole on the basketball team for defending my name."

"Listen, Ed—"

"And I was just wondering," he says, a small bitter smile forming. "What the fuck you were thinking."

You reach out, grabbing his jacket and pulling him closer. “I couldn’t just stand there and let him talk shit about you like that, Eddie. You can't even begin to imagine the things he was saying, I wasn’t going to let him get away with it.”

Eddie’s eyes darken with emotion as he bends down to support his elbows on the bed,he leans in, his face inches from yours. “You should have walked away. Not get yourself beat up.” His voice is rough, but there’s a tremor beneath it.

“And let that asshole keep badmouthing you?” you retort, fire in your voice. “I couldn’t do that, Eddie. You mean too much to me.”

His jaw tightens, and he looks away, taking a step back. “You always fucking do this! You always jump in without thinking about the consequences. Do you even realize what could have happened?”

Your heart aches at his words, and you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “Eddie, I couldn’t just stand by. You’re my best friend.”

“Best friend?” he scoffs, his eyes flashing with anger. “You think this is what best friends do? Get themselves beaten up for the other? You scared the hell out of me!”

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” you say, voice softening. “But I couldn’t let them talk about you like that. You’re worth defending.”

Eddie lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “You don’t get it, do you? It’s not just about what he said. It’s about you. I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

Your fingers curl into the fabric of his jacket, pulling him closer again. “What are you saying?”

His eyes meet yours, filled with raw emotion. “I’m saying I love you and no not as your friend.I'm saying I am in love with you,i’ve been for a long time, and it terrifies me. But not saying it before it's too late, not showing you, terrifies me more. I can’t lose you, not now, not ever.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes, but you blink them back, focusing on the intensity in his gaze. “I love you too, Eddie. I have for so long. I just... I didn’t think i should tell you.”

Eddie’s face softens, a small, relieved smile appearing. “Well, now you know.” He steps closer, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear. “And I promise, from now on, I’m going to show you every day how much you mean to me.”

You close your eyes, leaning into his touch, your heart pounding in your chest. “I’d like that.”

His breath mingles with yours as he leans in slowly, giving you time to pull back if you want to. But you don’t. Instead, you tilt your head slightly, closing the distance between you.

When his lips finally meet yours, it’s gentle at first, a soft brush that sends a shiver down your spine. Then, as if a dam breaks, the kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more passionate. Your hands move up to his neck, pulling him even closer, feeling his warmth against you.

Eddie’s arms wrap around you, holding you tight, as if afraid you might disappear. The kiss is everything you had hoped for and more, a culmination of all the unspoken words, the hidden feelings, years worth of friendship and love.

When you finally pull back, both of you are breathless, foreheads resting against each other.

“Just promise me one thing?” Eddie whispers, his voice still shaky.

“Anything.”

“Promise me you’ll let me protect you once in a while. I know you’re strong, but I need you to be safe. For me.”

You nod, your hand finding his again. “I promise.”

As you both catch your breath, you can't help but let out a small chuckle. "Hey, Eddie, does your back ache from all that bending down towards the bed?"

Eddie snickers , placing a hand dramatically on his back. "You know,now that you mention it,maybe you should give me that bed."

You both share a laugh, the warmth of Eddie’s presence comforting you in this cold hospital room. As you settle back against the pillows, you realize that even in the darkest moments, Eddie’s humour never fails to brighten your day.

Eddie leans in, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss, sealing his promise with every brush of his mouth against yours.

For the first time since you woke up, you feel truly safe, knowing that no matter what happens, you and Eddie will face it together.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #fluff #angst with a happy ending #angst #light angst #gender neutral reader #gn reader #love confessions #eddie munson x y/n #gender neutral y/n #hope this fandom isn't dead #lmao #hurt/comfort

174 notes · View notes