Eddie Munson x Reader <OneShots>

Comfort weeping

<fluff with a little angst I suppose>

(Explanation: You just broke up with your boyfriend, and your best friend comforts you)

Your POV:
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Wow. Really? Again?

I had been sat on this exact step on the exact same staircase many times now, weeping. I can't even remember how many.
Every single goddamn fucking time has been because of my (now ex) boyfriend.

Today I had enough and snapped, in the middle of the lesson.
He told me I was a bitch and snickered with his friends about it, but when I stood up from my desk and spat him in the face he wasn't so tough anymore.
See, he was always lovely when it was just the two of you. But with his friends he was a total douche.
So I told him this whole fucking thing was O V E R.

With a cigarette in my hand I sat on the stairs to my home, staring out into the chilly night.
The only thing to be heard in the darkness was my crying and crickets hiding in the tall grass by the playground, but- wait.. what was that?

I heard something, it sounded like a step on my driveway.

I leaned my head on the fence and tried to peek through, and saw a guy with long, curly, black hair.

Eddie!

He couldn't see me like this, he would kill the guy!
(And my mascara had ran down my cheeks, making me look -not so socially acceptable-)

I wipe my eyes and dip the half burner cigarette in a rain puddle underneath the stairs and waited for Eddie.

Eventually he had made his way toward me and he stood right by the puddle I had thrown my half-burnt cigarette in.

-Well hello Madame' Eddie greeted me with a smile and sat down beside me, I smiled back with a little less enthusiasm. I tried to make myself seem as happy as possible but of course the lil' fuck could see through it.

-What's wrong?' He now asked, the smile flipped upside down and with concern popping his eyes.

I sighed a little bit and opened my mouth to speak, but the only thing that could come out was a sob.
Tears pricked my eyes and started rolling down my eyes, just like the rain did before.

Eddie said something under his breath, something I didn't catch.
Then I felt his warm arm wrap around my shoulder.

I dove my body into him and started sobbing into his chest, which he seemed shocked about, but nevertheless he immediately started hugging me back.

As time passed I had passed out too, too tired to do anything.

Eddie noticed and silently picked me up and carried me into my house, Into my bedroom, and put me down on the bed.

Though, he didn't just want to leave without saying anything. And so he left me a note by my bedside table.

After that I drifted back into a deep slumber and only awoke a few hours later, the first thing I did was open the neatly folded note beside the bed.

My eyes opened wide and my cheeks flushed red as I read the words on the paper.

"𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒹𝑜 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓂"