CLOSER [eddie munson x female!reader]

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a sigh left your mouth as you shut the front door of your house. you hated getting rides from some random bozo. the party hadn’t been that far but with everything going on in the past two years it wasn’t exactly safe to walk alone at night. you wished your parents had left you the car when they left for the week. nonetheless, you were safe and the dumb guy that gave you a ride was gone from your driveway.

you took your shoes off before stepping in further. your coat was flung onto the sofa near the enterance. you could tidy everything up later. you just felt a little tired in that moment. your feet were aching from wearing heels all night. you also couldn’t wait to take off the makeup. it was all fun until you felt like the paint was actually clogging your pores. your feet made no sound as you walked up the stairs and went into the bathroom.

you were reaching for the bottle of makeup remover when you heard a sound. it sounded like a hinge that needed to be oiled very badly. huh, kind of like your closet’s hinge actually. the wind must’ve blown it open. you were alone in the house and you had made sure to lock the doors and windows before leaving. you had seen the horror movies of young girls getting cut up by some weirdo freak in their own homes. also if this were to be a horror movie you’d probably be the main character. which meant it would make no sense for you to die this early.

the hinge moaned again. your closet was closed. you waited for the door to hit the wood and make another loud sound. there was no sound. it was almost like somone was making sure to close it without a sound. you put down the bottle of makeup remover you had picked up.

oh. you just remembered. your window’s lock had a tendency to get loose. you had broken it a few months ago and you couldn’t get around to fixing it. someone could easily open your window to enter. you took in a deep breath, hands clutching the bathroom sink.

a drawer opened and closed. another drawer opened. someone snickered.

there was someone in your room.

what were you going to do? you had to call the police, of course. but would they even make it to your house in time? what if whoever that was killed you before they could get there? it seemed like a better choice to detain whoever was going through your underwear and then call the police. you took in a deep breath, watching your chest rise and fall in your reflection. you had learned a little kickbox to protect your nerd sister. you could beat the everliving life out of whoever it was.

they weren’t aware of your presence yet. that was good. you tiptoed out of the bathroom. thank god your floors were carpeted. your room was just down the corridor. the lights were switched on but the door was closed. fuck, that could make some noise. maybe you should’ve gotten a weapon. it was too late for that. you would have to open more doors for that and you weren’t stupid enough to take risks. you knew how to open your own door without making a sound, thanks to all the late night sneak ins you had to do. after you were done silently praying to whatever god was listening, you placed your hand on the doorknob. your breath was stuck in yor throat. you were afraid even that would make an alerting noise. you pulled the knob down. it went up without making noise. the door was open.

you opened it further to see a figure with long curly hair kneeling beside your bed. their black clothes were clashing with the pastel pink tones of your bedsheets. they were looking at something and... giggling? what had they found that was so funny? you tiptoed closer. he hadn’t noticed you or your shadow peeking over him. stupid bitch. you took in a deep breath and reached to grab a big chunk of their hair.

they moaned in pain and you pulled them to yourself. you threw them to your right, to the emptier side of the room. they were a boy around your age. seemed like one of those wannabe rocker guys from the way he was dressed. he was almost familiar but there was too much adrenaline running through your veins to care. you jumped on his body and wrapped a hand around his throat. your thumb was pressing down to cut off his airflow. your right hand was raised above his face in a fist. you breathed in and out, trying to collect your thoughts.