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I have so many Eddie ideas because I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort and they’re so easy with this man, I just need the motivation to actually write them
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Summary: During a movie night, Eddie’s father makes a surprise visit. Eddie defends you, past trauma is brought up, and you remind Eddie that he is nothing like him.
Warning: Swearing, fighting, mentions of previous abuse, blood, angst
A/N: I most certainly used lyrics from Family Line by Conan Gray in this.
It was a Friday night; you and Eddie were having your weekly movie date at his trailer. Your head resting on Eddie’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. The movie was halfway through when you heard knocking at the door, startling the both of you. Eddie got up from the couch, grumbling about who could possibly be coming at this time of night.
Eddie opened the door but not even a second later tried to close it again. You didn’t get a chance to see who it was before you saw a boot stop the door from closing and a man pushing his way in. The older man had short, dark, curly hair and brown eyes. There was no mistaking who it could have been.
“What? You aren’t gonna greet your old man, son?” Eddie’s father asked. Your heart rate picked up. Eddie never talked much about him. All you knew was that he was a criminal and Eddie despised the man.
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licensed therapists when your problems aren't mild social anxiety and being sad once in a while
a/n: it’s time we embrace that I am a loser who can not stick to a single decision
gojo gazed at the corpse of his friend, best friend. the shaky sigh that left his lips was inevitable.
he didn’t know if he will be able to destroy his body with his own hands and technique, so he chose to at least bury him in a secluded area. it’s only after the evening that gojo is done.
his eyes are dull, his eyes are tired, their void is dark.
the stars are not glittering.
today, he walks to the grave, looking at the stone where he carved his friend’s name. he had done this a thousand times, the only difference today is that you’re with him.
your hand in his, and your thumb stroking the back of his hand. he can’t help but let out a small sigh. you’re here at least, he thinks.
geto’s name name stares back at him; however, it’s less daunting now and he doesn’t know whether it’s the passage of time or your hand that’s grounding him.
“you okay?” you call in a soft voice. its sweetness startles him for a moment, but you don’t notice. he likes it, your voice.
after composing himself, he hums lightly as you finally come to a stop.
“was he was a good guy that succumbed to madness?” you speak up.
he shrugs, “not exactly, suguru was a great person, kinder than I am, more righteous; it’s just…” and he loses his words, they are on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn’t know what to say exactly.
you nod in understanding, “…I think I get it…”
his eyes slowly fixate on you, and you continue talking, “you know that it’s okay to feel remorse and sadness, right?”
he nods slowly, “but I am the strongest—if I am not in my best shape and standing tall then everything falls into chaos.”
you listen closely as he continues.
“some people’s faith is only there because they know that there is someone who is called the ‘strongest’ for a valid reason and can actually back it up,” he exhales, brows furrowing as he stares at the ground.
a bitter smile makes its way to your face, “that’s true in a sense, but that, in no way, erases the fact that you’re human.”
“you feel, you love, you care and you break like anyone else,” you look at him and he turns to you, and even with the blindfold on, you know he is looking you straight in the eyes.
your hands slowly go up to cup his face and gojo holds back from leaning into your touch, “what makes someone strong isn’t their inability to feel sadness, but the ability to feel it and then recover from it,” you pause and stroke his face, “you, satoru, have done that and you’ve proven to the world that you’re the strongest in more ways than one.”
he chuckles lightly, but it’s empty, “not all people think like you, y/n.”
“that’s because they’re blind,” you sharply respond making him smile slightly, “plus, you’re much more than the ‘strongest sorcerer’ to me and to a lot of people.”
“oh yeah?” he quips, anticipating your response and you nod with confidence.
“to some, you’re their mentor and their guidance, to others, you’re an irreplaceable friend and presence, and to me, you’re my husband and the love of my life,” you feel his hands come to rest on your hips and your husband can’t help but press a kiss to your palm.
he takes a breath, “sometimes I wonder just what did I do to deserve someone like you.”
you rest your forehead on his and smile, “well, fate just decided to put us together; who are we to say no?”
night has fallen, both in the sky and his eyes. both have stars that fill their canvas, but, for once, the stars in satoru’s eyes glitter and shine brighter than the ones in the sky.
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