Eddie Munson One Shots

Except you, you can stay. - fluff and smut

Summary: Eddie has had an awful day, but everything disappears the moment he makes it to Y/n's arms.
The next morning, he wants to thank her for always being there for him.

Major fluff with a hint of angst and a lot of smut in the end.

Thank you sophiewrites4fun  for requesting this one to me, I hope you'll like it as much as I enjoyed writing it.  ( a lot, by the way. Super proud of how this one turned out)

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Eddie wanted the world to disappear.

He always presented himself as this though kid, who was scared of nothing and who was never affected by anything: the judgment was nothing if it came from people whom he valued minus zero, and once he'd be out of this shit hole everyone would see what he could be capable of.

At least, that's what he always repeated himself.

Truth is, even people like him sometimes felt the need to break down, to close the curtains of their room, to turn the lights down and simply cry into their pillows.

That's exactly what he wanted to do tonight.

Eddie wanted the world to disappear, even if it was only for one night.

He heard a soft knock on his bedroom door and didn't answer, hoping his uncle would leave him alone.

That's what he deserved, maybe other people's words were true: he was as bad as his father and only ended up screwing other people's lives as soon as he set foot in them.
They were right, he was destined to fail miserably in life, just like his dad.
Munson's blood, after all.

He heard another knock, convinced he wouldn't let his uncle waste another second of his time with an already lost cause.

"Kid, can I come in?" Wayne asked gently, when his knock went still unanswered.

"No, thanks, Wayne. I'm fine here by myself."

The man didn't know what to do.

It wasn't the first time his kid had locked himself inside his room, he started doing so basically when he was eight years old, everytime he was sad.
Wayne, though, quickly learned how easy it was to cheer an eight year old boy up, even one with a past like his nephew: a tight hug, ice cream and the VHS of his favourite movie could definitely do.

The problem is, as he grew older and bigger, so did his intrusive thoughts.
Soon enough, ice cream and cuddles wasn't enough, but music could do.
So he gifted the fourteen year old boy a guitar, and he started being less sad and more confident.

But now, now he wasn't a boy anymore, and entering the nineteen year old boy's mind was harder than ever.

"You sure, kid?" He asked again.

Eddie unlocked his door, his soft features covered in tears.
He sniffled, gave his uncle a tight hug and said in between silent sobs,
"I'm fine, dad, truly. Just, leave me here alone for a few hours and I'll be fine."

His uncle hugged him right back, just as tight, and gave him a kiss on his temple.

"Ok, I'll respect your wishes, but please, let me know if you need anything."
Wayne put his right hand on Eddie's left shoulder, gripping it tightly.
He nodded, and then the teenage man was back into his room.

It all had started during his last class of the day.
He hated it: not only because it was math -, and he couldn't understand a single shit when it came to that subject,- but mainly because he had to take it alongside Jason and all his peers.