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starrygenesis · 3 years ago

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all our pretty songs

eddie munson x reader

synopsis: being in a band with eddie munson is anything but easy. after your breakup with steve harrington, its his job to help you feel better. yet, things start to take a shift when you start to see your best friend, much more than a friend.

warnings: angst and love; friends to lovers

For as long as you can remember it’s always been Munson and Y/L/N. The two of you had been best friends all throughout high school, most importantly bandmates.

Eddie, of course, the lead guitarist, and you the drummer.

Your band would perform late at nights, really wherever you could get a gig. This mainly consisted of old pubs and bars that were filled with drunken men who were only there to cat-call you after the show.

After the performance you would usually walk home, but once you were followed by a guy who only reeked of booze, Eddie begun to give you rides to your place.

Oftentimes, after a long band rehearsal at his uncle’s trailer, you would sleep over in his room. He would offer his comfy bed as he respectfully found his place on the floor, both of you tired to make the drive to your house.

He didn’t mind, in fact he was delighted by your company, or at least thats what you thought it was.

Nonetheless, he had a soft spot for his one and only drummer.

Outside of school, you would spend your entire time with him, everyone knew how inseparable you were. Both sharing the same love for rock music, it was only destiny that he had picked you when you auditioned for his band.

Yet recently, things had started feeling different between you two. Maybe it was the fact that you had just broken up with Steve Harrington or maybe just maybe, Eddie’s charm finally caught you in a trap.

“You okay?” he studied your face as he noticed your quietness.

You had rested your head on his bed frame and he was sat on the edge of the mattress.

“I’m fine”

“Pretty boy giving you troubles?” he joked.

You shifted in your position, clearly uncomfortable, as you cleared your throat,

“Yeah, we-um, we broke up.”

His head tilted with concern and he moved over next to you in consolation

“Oh- I’m really sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean-”

“Its okay,” You spoke with a sigh, but, you were more dreaded with the guilt that part of you felt relieved.

Eddie sat next to you as he lightly caressed your shoulder. The both of you sitting in silence, as he alleviated the situation through the solace he brought just being so close to you. You wished you could stay in this warmth forever, perhaps in his arms was where you felt the most bliss, not in Steve’s. Maybe the man you were truly looking for was right next to you, as he had been by your side all along.

You had glanced over to his face, making full contact with his big brown eyes, those same big brown eyes stared back an unfamiliar gaze, instead holding a different attractiveness to them.

The same eyes had scanned your face, his eyes eventually making a quick trail down to your lips. However, Eddie understood the situation, and knew that involving yourself romantically with your best friend was just about the last thing you needed.

“Hey look, on the bright side, I got us a gig” he broke the long silence, hoping you hadn’t noticed the glimpse he had made.

Your face glowed in response, playing with the band was one of your favorite things in the world, second on the list to spending time with your best friend.

In fact, most of your friends who had watched your band perform had commented on the strong chemistry between you and Eddie, but you played it off, only attributing it to your friendship, nothing else.

“Really? When?”

“Tonight at nine o’clock”

“Th-this is great!”

“You better cheer up sweetheart, we got a show tonight.” He said as he sprung up from the bed and played the air guitar along to the Metallica song that had been playing in the background.

As much as you would never admit, you loved the way that nickname sounded as it rolled off his tongue.

Later that night, the both of you had made it to your house for you to get ready for the show. Eddie ran his fingers through your cassettes and picked out his favorite out of the collection to play, this time, Black Sabbath.

As you opened your closet door, you revealed the outfit you had picked out for the show. It was a black mini skirt and a cute, white, laced, tank top.

He was immediately left speechless by your beauty, the way you so effortlessly pulled off such a simple outfit.

“Wow Y/N” he turned his face away as he felt his cheeks reddening the way you stood in front of him.

You laughed watching as he broke the eye contact.

“What do you think?”

“Oh you wanna know what I think?” he teased.

“What’s that.” you sat down next him with an inquiring smile.

“Well I may not have such an esteemed opinion like your ‘Prince Harrington’ would, but if it means anything, you look.... gorgeous, really.”

“Thanks” you replied dryly to mask the butterflies his comment had given you.

“Wait no, It’s missing something.”

“Hm?”

He positioned himself as he wrapped his infamous black leather jacket around your shoulders.

“Oh, so much better.” he whispered.

He watched taken aback as he admired the way you looked in his clothes, and so did you. You loved the scent that still lingered and would likely stay on you for the rest of the night.

You turned to the full length-mirror and tried to hide the smile that begun to form at the corners of your lips. Yet, the reflection had given it all away.

“You smiling sweetheart?”

“Shut up Munson.”

His arm casually slung around to your shoulder as the both of you and the others in the band walked into the bar you were all set to perform in.

Before letting you go from his grip, he noticed a change in the way you were acting, particularly the way you were shivering.

“You cold?” He asked worryingly, focusing his attention to you.

“No, I just feel- I feel nervous.”

He picked up your hands and you felt the cold metal from his rings that you felt on your palms.

“Listen y/n, you’re the best drummer I know,”

“Eddie, I’m the only drummer you know.” You shot back jokingly.

“Thats what makes you so great.”

“I just don’t think I can-”

“Look we’re gonna go out there and absolutely kill it. You got it?”

“Yeah...” you answered apprehensively, head looking completely down at the ground.

“No, y/n- look at me.” he said ever so softly.

He carefully raised your chin up with his fingers as he traced your jawline, almost like he was about to kiss you.

“You got this. Okay?” He continued.

A smile appeared as your face grew flustered, tempted by the way he so naturally picked up your face. You instantly felt so much better, yet, an integral part of you felt there was something missing, something more to be said than your nerves led on.

Until now, you continued on, helping the rest of the members set up the equipment needed and make sure the sound quality was in check.

During the set, you were charmed at the times he would turn around to see you drumming away. These were the moments you could keep stored in your mind for as long as you lived. You had to confess, he looked hot up there. The way his fingers so seamlessly turned into the shapes of the chords on the guitar had kept you mesmerized. It had reminded you of the times he would mindlessly tap his fingers in different patterns on your thigh whenever he was next to you.

The crowd was especially rowdy tonight, wooing whenever you begun the intro of any song.

Once you had finished the performance of your life, Eddie flashed you a smile, his guitar hung by the strap as he used his hands to loudly applause for you. It was as if the two of you were the only ones in the crowd. In that moment, you had forgotten about everyone else.

He walked over to you and reached his hand out from the stool you had been sitting on.

“M’lady,”

You didn’t hesitate to put your hand in his, something you were waiting to do the entire night. He made sure you didn’t trip on any of the cords on the floor as he led you to the center stage. With fingers still intertwined, he ushered you into a bow, and the audience went wild. If only you could feel the palpitations from Eddie’s heart as he watched the way you looked when he praised you.

Your eyes searched the crowd and you waved to the D&D club, who were all scattered among three tables, delivering the loudest applauses to you. But something told you that they weren’t the only ones eyeing you.

As your turned you head to the left, you spotted a man who had raised his beer bottle to you, the only person you hadn’t dreamed of seeing in this dead of night. You didn’t know how to feel, you couldn’t quite understand why he was there in the first place, your only reaction was to storm out of the bar. You felt nauseous.

You made your way to the side exit and upon opening the door, felt the cool breeze, which was a break from the clutches of the stuffy room. If you weren’t already panting from the exhaustion of the list of songs you performed, you were now gasping for air, trying to process what had just occurred.

Not shortly after, you had a vistor.

This time it was the man you had hoped for.

You turned to look at him and were immediately met with a distressed look on his face, brows furrowed.

Before he could say anything you blurted out,

“Eddie listen, I have something to tell you.”

The both of you were pulled away from any crowd, you felt it was the two of you against the world. It was as if nothing could ever hurt you as long as he stayed in your presence, and maybe that was what you were dying to tell him the entire night, the only thing left to do was say it.

“Hey, hey, I swear you did amazing out there.”

You melted at the way he always knew the right things to say to make you feel better.

“No its not about that I-”

“Is it about Steve because if so I can-”

A pause.

“Eddie, I think I’m in love with you.”

His thoughts were interrupted by the last five words that had fallen out of your mouth. He was devoid of any speech, you searched his face for any expression.

“I don’t think I can hide it anymore and, I think, I think it’s the reason I broke up with Steve.”

The tears formed in your eye as you regretted every word you said, aloud you truly sounded like a monster. Who were you to break up with your boyfriend just to later confess your feelings to your best friend?

“Y/n...”

You sought justification from him, you needed justification from him.

“Look, I’m really sorry if you want nothing to do with me after this, but-”

It caught you off guard when his hands snaked around your bare waist as he pulled you closer to him.

“May I?” he asked, centimeters away from your face.

You responded in submission as your lips suddenly met his, sunken in the depths of such a captivating kiss.

Your hands had trailed from his chest to his neck, fingers getting entangled in his long, brown, hair. The taste of his lips roamed around yours, a starvation that had been finally satisfied. The shared passion was intoxicating, it was poison knowing how much the both of you had waited for this.

The way your lips so softly mixed together on that freezing night, sent shivers down your spine.

Eddie pulled back from the kiss, giving you both the time to catch your breath. He looked fascinated as a smile grew just by looking at you in this current state, blushing true crimson.

“I think I love you too.”

From this moment on, you knew this kiss meant a greater melody than any song played that night, knowing your relationship would mean so much more.

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starrygenesis · 3 years ago

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you won’t but you might

matt murdock x reader

synposis: after a heated argument with matt murdock, he abruptly leaves, only to later discover you alone that night, bruised and bloodied, on the edge of death. his everlasting wish, to keep you alive.

warning: angst, mentions of blood, guns, suicide, and injuries.

Your head had rested on the front door to the entrance of what was once Nelson, Murdock, & Y/L/N, as you had finished calling who seemed to be your last friend in the city. The office had been silent for a while, you stared at the empty desk in front of you, with the wooden chair that had been left untucked since its last use. Your hand softly traced over the name plate as your fingertips were met with the engravings of an alliterative name.

Several stains of coffee left footprints of Matt Murdock, since his lasts visits, he had been leaving accidental spills caused by carelessness, or perhaps there was something more.

“Are you not cold?” You heard as you flashed your head around in the direction of the voice.

The breeze from the open window had made you uncomfortable, as he could almost feel the hairs on your arms rise.

“Gosh Matt.” You let out a scoff, placing your hand over your mouth in disbelief.

“-what are you doing here?”

“I came to,” the man cleared his voice.

“I left my documents here and I came to make my resignation final,”

“I just didn’t think you would come back” he continued as he shut the window.

“Why? I mean why didn’t you think I would come back?” You shot back.

“Well, I assumed you wanted this over as well.”

“Is that why you insist on doing everything alone?” there was vexed shift in your tone.

“Listen, you’ve been through so much y/n, I’m doing this for your own good.”

“My own good? Abandoning us when we need you, Matt..seriously?”

His mouth was devoid of any words, knowing there was nothing he could say to fix the situation, much better do.

“Because tell me, who’s going to be there for us when, when he rings the phone again huh?” Your sentences began to stammer.

The man, slickly dressed, had been left confounded at your response as his eyebrows burrowed.

“He what? Y/n who?”

“Fisk.” You blurted, eyes beginning to swell.

“He- I came home last night and the phone rung and I picked it up and it was him Matt... it was, and he threatened me and he threatened to kill foggy,” you explained, with racing adrenaline just being reminded of the occurrence.

“-The reason I came here is because I had a feeling you would be back. I just came to you because you’re the closest thing I have for help, but you’re making it really hard when all you do is push us away Matt.”

Matthew’s glasses had concealed his teary eyes, the only give away was his the corners of his lips pulled down.

“I’ve been trying to protect you” was all he could come up with.

“No, no. Foggy and I have been trying to protect you.”

His head swiftly turned as he had tuned in on the sudden street noise. He snapped back,

“Y/n can we not do this right now?”

“Fisk and his men have put a bounty on your head and this isn’t a good time for you? You know, when is it ever a good time for you?”

He sucked up how much that phrase really hurt him, as much as he tried to be there for you and foggy, there was always something in the way. He wanted you to know that once Fisk was gone he would spent his entire lifetime with you, you only. But until then, there was still crime, trafficking and such, which was a greater priority for him. The man in the suit was not the man you agreed to love, he was a symbol for the greater pain behind it all.

“I have to go.” Those were his last words to you as his senses led him farther and farther away from you, everytime.

You climbed the fire escape, in fact, the top of the office building was a much better place for reflecting instead of going back home. Back home in the apartment that you used to share with Matt.

However, you wanted to feel the same desolation on the roof as when he had stopped staying those nights with you.

Instead, you had company.

The presence was thick, you felt watched. Your head lowered as you peered over your shoulders to the figure slowly taking steps closer. Alarmingly, you grasped at the gun you had strategically hidden at your ankle. Too slow. In a split second, you found yourself in the grip of a tight chokehold around your neck. You tried to tug away, the only thing working were the kicks that you had thrown at the man.

But the man overpowered you, and through the darkness, you were unable to make contact with his eyes. With rapid speed you reached for anything in your pockets, only picking up your phone as you attempted to dial someone, anyone.

Hastened breaths and trembling hands, you had reached a vulnerable point. With great force, your body was rushed up against the cement, head slamming against the frigid floors. You turned your head, attempting to regain any sort of consciousness, yet as you were lifting your body, a strike across your face.

Wracked with sudden affliction, you were unable to see clearly, you felt feeble. You felt stiff, stiff like the first moment you came in contact with Daredevil. That night, near your dumpsters, as you were about to get mugged. In fact, you were surprised at his decision that night, leaving death to the choice of the stars; and until now, you really wanted the man in red to arrive, he never did.

You sickly wept with the only pure idea of survival. But a mourn would have done you no good, neither would have whispering Matt’s name under your breath after each punch, each kick to the torso.

Each blow had felt like the last, or at least thats what you wanted to believe. They didn’t stop. You grew sore, even more numb. Your face was contaminated with scrapes and bruises as the taste of blood along your lips began to lurk.

A few clicks were all you need to hear for you to shut your eyes and meet with your final wishes.

The cold steel pressed up against the temple of your head, the head that you rest on the concrete.

A last exhale seeped from your dry, swollen lips. You had tried to mumble something, but no noise had been heard.

A hesitation had ceased the bullet in your head.

“The job is done Sir,” the stuttered words that had afforded your life.

The scythe was dropped, and those were the final words you had heard up until your collapse.

You lie there with only greetings of winter’s weather as your back was idle on the ground. For that entire night, your body was surrounded by the crimson liquid.

An abrupt door slam had caused your awakening. While you had not known how many hours had passed, you surely knew they were your last. It was still the hush of night, your slowed inhales had made you weary of your current strength.

A half smile appeared on your lips, the first smile of the night.

“Y/n!” he eagerly rushed to your side, dropping to his knees to see the sight of your lethargic body, your frail hands clutching your stomach.

His restless breaths filled your only waking senses, the only soft blows on your face that you had received that night.

Yet, these ones really worried you, after the first few punches you sustained, you felt weak and defeated. But the man in the black suit had removed his mask and his face wreaked with pure agony, at least through what was visible from your beat-up eyes.

“What have they done to you?” he said as he carefully cupped your cheeks with his fingertips, a feeling of warmth shot through your body.

You uttered the sound of the letter f, with pacing breaths after every effort to create a sentence.

“Fisk’s men, he hurt me-”

“He hurt me Matt” you muttered as you tried to squeeze his hand from all the pain.

“Y/n, you’re okay, I’m here now”

He delicately lifted the fabric of your shirt to reveal the open gashes on your waist. You groaned at the penetrating lacerations on your body.

“Matt I can’t, I don’t want to do this anymore” you expressed under your uncontrolled breaths.

And perhaps you wanted that night to be your last, answering the phone to Fisk that day was a suicide mission in itself.

“Y/n please stay alive.” he pleadingly spoke cupping your brittle, bloody hands.

You had tried to get rid of the tickle in your throat only to cough up blood.

“You’re a piece of shit murdock” you said barely able to collect words.

His frown deepened, because through it all, he was self-aware. Matt Murdock had let you down, the pawn of your death was the heavy weight he would carry on his shoulders.

As he observed the continued bleeding, he placed pressure on the wound on your thigh to stop the streams of blood that trickled down your leg. He realized the man who had hurt you had left a bullet wound on your right leg.

He was surprised at your endurance as well as your toleration for pain. The man quickly acted in wrapping his black cloth tightly around your leg.

In reality, it was a miracle you could communicate with the man.

“Matt... Matthew” whispers flowed from your tongue

“Y/n i’ll help you”

He tried to pick you up to get help but something was off.

“No Matt, I can’t feel them”

“Whats wrong?”

“My legs.”

Then suddenly he knew.

The concern on his face grew even worse as he wiped the tear that was trickling down his face.

“Matt?” you begged a response from him

Instead, looking clearer and catching sight of the cuts on his face as well. Who knows what he had previously gotten into, where he had to be that he could’ve not arrived any earlier, possibly, none of this would’ve happened.

You placed your palms on the cold cement, attempting to lift your upper body up.

“Y/n no, don’t do that I need you to stay still.”

You slowly met his glazed eyes and then back to your lifeless limbs.

The reaction had left you frozen.

“Matthew.”

“Yes angel,”

You proceeded to place both hands on his jaw, wincing at the pain it had caused to move, even in the slightest bit.

In this moment, gleaming at his eyes, you had accepted your fate.

Caressing his face, running your fingertips on his lips.

“You, you are a part of me I need”

“Y/n without you, I’m not alive.”

“You don’t mean that.”