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#can you tell this is low key inspired by Coreline
therosebunpost · 9 months
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I have been INSPIRED
CW: 18+ content, swearing, MDI
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Okay so, imagine it’s Post-Vecna. You and Eddie have been dating for a while, and unfortunately you’re going through a rough patch. Miscommunication, unhealthy coping mechanisms, fights, lack of intimacy (both sexual and non-sexual). You miss him, you miss Eddie so much, and he misses you too but you’re both too stubborn to actually talk it out and be vulnerable with each other.
One night, you go to bed after a fight. A big one that deepens the cracks between the two of you. Honestly, it makes you wonder if it’s even worth it to stay anymore. You both are so unhappy all the fucking time, and yet you aren’t doing anything to fix it. You go to bed, praying, wishing it all was just…better. Easier. There’s even a part of you, a part you don’t like to think about, that wishes Eddie was better. It flares up whenever you fight like this, and it’s been happening so often that you wonder if maybe that’s what you truly think of him.
Anyway, you go to bed and you dream. You wake up in this hazy, slightly out of focus dream world with the moon glowing through the window. There’s rustling in the kitchen, you go to wake Eddie bit he isn’t in bed with you. You find him standing over the stove instead, sleepy and soft looking. His curls messy with sleep, but almost begging to be touched. To be ran through like you used to do every night before bed.
“Eddie?”
There’s a beat of silence. The sizzle of something in the pot buzzes in your ear. You stare at his back, faintly following the line of nail scratches along his skin from a drunken stint of fucking that didn’t really feel as satisfying as it should have. God, how long had it been since that night?
“Eddie, dude, it’s like 3 in the fucking morning, what the hell are you doing?” You try again, irritation bubbling in your chest. “What, you’re ignoring me now? Seriously? Eddie, I swear to fucking god-“
“The names not Eddie, Sweetheart.”
The deepness of his voice catches you off guard. It’s the same voice he uses when he DMs, or around you because he knows how much you like the sound of it. Well, you usually enjoy the sound of it, but right now you wanted to shake some sense into him. You stride closer, the sizzling getting louder. Fuck, is he going to start another fire in the god damn kitchen? “I’m tired, I have work tomorrow, I don’t have time for your fucking bullshit Ed- What the fuck is that?”
There’s something on the pan. Some kind of meat? Mangled, and twisted. It definitely wasn’t that pack of ham you bought yesterday, that’s all you knew. “Eddie what the actual fuck is that, tell me-“
“I’ll tell you when you stop callin’ me that, Darlin~”
“Fine, okay, what the fuck do I call you then?”
There was a pause, a little chuckle that left the hair on the back of your neck standing up.
“How about…Kas?”
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