#priest Jason carver

[himbosandhardwear]

"Look who's talking, Mr Ponytail and a Crop Top," Steve says with a smartass grin.

Eddie looks down. "Huh?"

"You," he waves toward Eddie's general vicinity, "looking like some kinda Metal Cheerleader." He noticably swipes his tongue over his bottom lip.

Okay. This is it, this is the perfect moment to tell Steve he's sending signals that he definitely doesn't understand he's sending.

"Steve," he has to clear his throat before continuing, "I need to tell you something."

He leans in, wide eyed and focused. "Yeah?"

That's not helpful. "Um. So, to guys like me... Gay," he chokes out, still hard to say aloud even though he knows Steve knows, "sometimes you say things or do things that come off as...flirty. And I know you didn't know," he rushes to explain, "but I wanted to make you aware. To not do that. You know, in case the wrong person overhears it. It's a safety concern," he finishes lamely. Safety concern! Ugh. More like 'You're breaking my heart, I can't take much more of it.'

He waits for Steve to say something but he's just blinking owlishly.

"Steve?" He prompts, concerned.

"......yeah?" He finally seems to come back to himself. His eyes drift away, over Eddie's shoulder. "So...you want me to stop flirting?"

"Yeah, just in case, you never know who-" Wait. What? "What?"

Steve still isn't looking him in the eye. "What?" He mumbles.

"Did you say..." He can't even repeat it, it sounds like putting words in his mouth, but he did say that, right?

"Yeah. Sorry. I'll stop. I didn't realize it was bad, I guess. I thought... It's stupid. Nevermind. I'm gonna, um, take off actually. I'll see ya around, maybe."

He hops off the back of the van and actually starts walking away, like they're not 6 miles from his house. That snaps Eddie out of the paralysis spell he was under, adrenaline taking over like a bump of cocaine.

"No!" He shouts, like an insane person, and then takes it one step further by jumping up and tackling Steve into the grass.

"Uggff," Steve grunts when Eddie accidentally shoulders him in the gut, but he ignores the embarrassment in favor of crawling up his body so they're eye to eye.

He gets Steve's face between two hands and smooshes it. "Were you flirting with me on purpose?" He shouts.

"Are you serious?" He mumbles, half coherent, through pursed lips. "I'm gonna jump into the quarry."

"Answer the question!" He rattles Steve's head a little bit, for good measure.

"I work for Scoops Ahoy." Steve deadpans, unamused.

Eddie is going to throw one hell of a tantrum in a second. "Steve."

He smacks Eddie's hands away from his face. Doesn't bother to move out from under Eddie, he notes absently. "Yes, dude, obviously I was flirting with you on purpose! I thought that was, like, an understood thing that was happening. Why are you surprised?"

He feels like he's losing his mind. Why are you surprised the grass is made out of taffy? Would've made more sense as a question.

"Because you're straight." The duh is implied.

Sensibly, he asks, "Why would I flirt with you if I was straight?"

Eddie becomes very aware of every inch they are pressed together. Aware of the sound of the leaves rubbing together in the wind, aware of Judas Priest still playing through his speakers. Love Bites is a hell of a track to be having this revelation to.

"You're not straight?"

"No."

"And you were flirting?"

"Yes."

"With me?"

He rolls his eyes, not an ounce of bitchiness lost to his embarrassment. "No, Eddie, with the crusty blanket on your van floor. Yes, of course with you- Mmmphh!"

They probably shouldn't be making out on the ground at Settlers Quarry in broad daylight but, honestly, the shambling corpse of Jason Carver could show up right now and Eddie would not give two shits. Steve slides a hand down the back of Eddie's pants, grabbing what little bit of ass cheek he has, and Eddie thinks, Hope you're watching from hell, you bastard. Enjoy the show.

[taintandviolent]

Turbo Lover ; Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: After getting fed up with Jason Carver and his gross attitude, reader decides to take him up on a dare. That dare, is kissing Eddie Munson on the mouth. Something she's been longing to do since she arrived in Hawkins.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 3.5K | female reader, smut, use of pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, etc.), fingering, handjobs.

a/n: started writing this back in *checks watch* july of 2022....... ahem. finished writing this to turbo lover by judas priest, if you wanna listen! just felt like an eddie song to me, don't ask for clarification. this could possibly be a multi-parter, haven't decided yet. my first (technically) eddie fic...... do not come for my throat, thanks. not beta-read, yada yada yada. divider by @/strangergraphics!!

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“Oh, choke on it, Jason.”

“Maybe I’ll ask Mrs. Cowan for a replacement lab partner.”

Rolling your eyes, you resist the urge to fling your forkful of corn at him. “Hah! Please do. I’d rather stick my tongue down Eddie Munson’s throat and spend the weekend with mono than spend another blissful second trying to watch you figure out anatomy, dipshit.”

“Go do it then. I dare you.” Jason barks, nostrils flaring. He was going to call your bluff. There was no way that you were going to go over to that weird satanist’s table. Being more of a rocker, you weren’t posh and cute like Chrissy was, but you still had boundaries. And a good head on your shoulders. He knew you did. He hoped you did.

“Fine,” you snap, slamming both palms onto the table. “I hope you fail your science project.” Jason’s confident expression falls. Your rings scrape against the plastic as you push yourself up. With more determination than you’d had the entire semester, you swing both your legs over the bench and head for Eddie’s table, navigating around the other tables. The rest of his little dungeon buddies are already gawking at you as they’d been paying attention to the shouting. Confidently, you take a running leap up onto the table, and stomp your way down its length like a soldier marching towards enemy fire. The target, Eddie Munson, was staring at you with wide eyes and brows lifted.

“Outta my way.” The pointed tip of your boot sends an empty lunch tray flying off the table and clattering onto the floor.

“Hey, Munson!” You drop down onto your haunches, and now, eye-level with him, grab his face and pull it towards you, crushing your lips against his. The roll he’s holding drops from his grasp, falling lifelessly onto his tray. As soon as his plush lips press into yours, giving way to your tugging, your shoulders relax, melting into the kiss. You had been waiting for an excuse to get his attention since you’d sat down in your first class at Hawkins High, daydreaming about talking to him. You’d spent many a class period staring at Eddie’s lips, so you expected the kiss would be enjoyable… but not like this.

At first, both of your lips were closed, smushed together in the hurriedness of the moment, but when you exhale and his lips part, your tongue delves into his mouth, sweeping along his. To your surprise, he reciprocates the action, and presses his chin up into yours, asserting a new sort of need. Despondent groans and laughs of shock pepper the cafeteria around you, and from behind you, came the confusion of the other residents of the table. As you take Eddie Munson in literal mouthfuls, you felt something shift in him, and the noise started to fade away. You tilt your head, and push deeper into the kiss.

“Who the hell is she?” One of the boys asks, clearly as confused as everyone else was.

You shudder against him, feeling a burning heat between your legs, and immediately pull away to stand up, turning to face the far table. Jason was staring at you, looking more embarrassed than disgusted, but he did well hiding it with his scholarship scowl. You wipe the back of your hand across your mouth, drawing your — Eddie’s— the mutual saliva across your cheek. Triumphantly, you hold your arms out, daring the blonde haired moron to say anything further. He doesn’t. 

With a proud smirk on your face, you pivot back to Eddie, lips parted to speak, maybe to apologize to him for being so forward. All that comes out though, is the jarring echo of the lunch bell as it rings loudly through the cafeteria. You take that as an excuse to get out of the situation, and step down onto the bench between two of his little minions, then onto the floor. With your heart pounding in your chest like a drum, you make a beeline for the lockers. You’re practically running down the halls, and for what? To get away from Eddie? The guy you had just swapped spit with? And liked it?  

After shaking his head free of the shock, Eddie hurriedly bins his lunch and takes off after you, leaving the boys to their own devices. He was panting quietly once he’d finally caught up to you. “Hey, just wait a minute, okay?”

You say nothing, and keep digging in your locker for a book you knew wasn’t there. You’d left it at home, sitting on the edge of your bed. 

“Come on, you can’t just plant something like that on me and run away, man.” You hear a thump against the locker next to you, and out of the corner of your eye, see him leaning his shoulder into it. You huff and keep digging.

“You really think I’d give you mono?” He asks, sounding hurt.

Forcing your breath out through your teeth, you stop digging, and lean back to look at him. Those puppy eyes…

“No,” you say, feeling bad that he even heard that to begin with. You shut the locker. “I don’t. But the point was that I’d rather suffer with y— errr suffer any sort of wicked sickness than be even remotely happy around him.”

“So… why’d you stop? Was it that bad?”

“No, actually. It wasn’t. I stopped because I… um, the bell was going to ring.” That was a lie. You stopped because your beating heart had sunk between your legs. Kissing him was a massive turn-on, but you weren’t about to admit that.

“That it did…” he starts, absentmindedly playing with a strand of his own hair. “And now we’re late.”

You narrow your eyes. His brows flick upwards and the tip of his tongue presses pointedly into his lower lip, a little glimmer of mischief in his expression. Ready to prove him wrong, your eyes dart to the clock above the lockers, the visual causing you to curse under your breath. You hadn’t even heard the second bell, but he was right. Three minutes past. And Mr. Jenkins? Didn’t let anyone in after the bell rang. Fucker. Eddie shimmies closer, his soft, brown eyes falling to your lips. He was smiling, watching you and looking like he was daydreaming about having those soft lips against his again. 

“You wanna’... maybe show me what else you’d rather be doing than spending your time with brainless Ken dolls?”

You considered the offer for a moment. You had been pining after him since your first English class with him, and now… your split decision had thrown open the door to opportunity. When you’d tried to close it, Eddie had put his dirty white Reebok right in the way.

“Screw it, let’s go.” 

“Yeah?” He confirms, excited.

“Yeah.” 

Eddie wastes no time, taking hold of your hand as he passes you, towing you in the direction of the doors and out into the parking lot. 

How did you end up here? In retrospect; you’d probably have to thank Jason for pissing you off that day, in that particular way that really drove you over the edge. Because if he hadn’t, you wouldn’t have been crawling into the back of Eddie Munson’s van while he stood behind you, looking at the gentle curve of your ass.

After throwing a cautious glance over his shoulder, making sure there weren’t any prying eyes watching the two of you, Eddie follows you inside and pulls the door shut behind him, the metal squeaking loudly. You sit down and cross your legs, resting against the interior wall. The inside of his van is warm, having baked in the sun all afternoon. Cassette tapes litter the floor behind the seats, and a Judas Priest shirt hangs over the headrest of the passenger seat. A few undisclosed cables are wadded up in the corner, you assume they were musical in nature. He seemed like the type. It’s exactly what you’d pictured his van to look like. 

Eddie clears his throat. “Sorry about the… mess.” 

You chuckle, looking brightly at him. “I don’t care. Plus, Judas Priest is rad. That song that came out last month… Turbo Lover? Gets stuck in my head all the time.” 

Delighted by this reaction, Eddie knee-walks over to you, that same mischievous smile on his face as before. He leans down, exhaling over your lips before looking into your eyes with a burning curiosity.

“Why were you sitting at his table anyway? You don’t seem like his type.” 

“His type? Gah, gross. No. We’re lab partners. Regrettably. Turns out, he’s kind of a massive dolt when it comes to science.” You pause and heave a sigh, your breath rushing out over his cheeks. He blinks. “I really don’t want to talk about Jason right now, Eddie.” 

“Oh yeah, totally.” With that, his hand snaps to your jaw, where he holds it gently, his thumb stroking your cheek. “You wanna’ makeout or something?” 

You can’t help but laugh, unsure if it’s because of the butterflies in your stomach, or because he’s kind of a dork. Smooth and very charming, but a dork all the same. You chalk it up to a combination of both and lean forward until the tips of your noses touch. “Yeah, Eddie, I wanna’ makeout. Again.”

This time, Eddie is the one to initiate the kiss. He presses his lips against yours softly a few times, your lips sticking together each time he pulls away. Relishing in the taste of you, he hums into the kiss, pressing himself closer to you. After a few moments, he breaks the kiss to readjust his position. The break is too long, it seems, because before you know it, he’s back to leaning over you and craning his neck down to kiss you from above. His hands drop to find your neck, his thumb trailing down over the front of it while the others stay tenderly wrapped around the side, squeezing slightly. The motion sends a deep shiver down your spine, reigniting the embers of your arousal. Eddie laughed breathily into the kiss. 

“Quite the reaction…” he murmurs over your lips.

“Oh, shuttup.” Your hand makes a fist in his shirt, pulling him back onto you. “Keep kissing me.” 

“As you wish.” He says dreamily, with lust woozying his speech. His voice is slightly deeper now, laced with hunger, and you whimper, pressing your knees together. Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie notices this, and moves his free hand to your kneecaps, wriggling in between them to separate them. They fall apart with no resistance, and again, Eddie’s chuckle vibrates against your lips, sending a tickling wave over them. Your willingness almost embarrasses you, but when Eddie says nothing, only moves to slot himself in between your thighs, you realize that he’s into it. 

“No need to be shy here, princess. Just you and me.”

Your hands wrap around his neck, fingers splaying out over his back. “God, you’re cute.” 

“So are you.” 

“No, you’re really cute.” 

Eddie pulls away, furrowing his brow as if he’s confused. He is – he’s confused on whether or not you realize he thinks you’re a catch, too. You sense the confusion, and roll your hips up against his. His breath hitches in his throat, eyeing you pleadingly. It’s a warning – you can’t do things like that lest he lose control.  

“Uuughh,” you moan. “I don’t know why it took me this long to kiss you.” 

“Me neither.” 

He presses his lips against yours again, his tongue slipping past the two plush pillows, tasting the waxiness of your lipstick. Swiping his tongue along yours, he deepened the kiss, enticing you to join in a painfully erotic dance of spit-swapping. He exhales hotly over your mouth and grinds his hips against yours, groaning softly into your mouth. You grind back, knowing exactly what you’re doing. You can feel what you’re doing to him; it was currently pressed against your inner thigh. 

You reach down between your bodies, finding the warm bulge in the front of his black jeans and give him a soft squeeze. The sudden contact makes him lurch forward, crushing himself somehow further against you. He can’t get any closer to you without melting into your body which, in truth, makes him crazy. He makes a sound — something between a whine and a gasp — and ruts his hips against your center. The pressure has you reeling, pressing your back against the inside of the van. 

“Eddie, fuck…” 

“Yeah,” he echoes your sentiment, nodding his head so enthusiastically that his soft brown hair flutters. 

“Can I…?” 

He grins. “You can if I can. It’s only fair.” 

You let your legs fall farther apart, granting him access. With a newfound urgency, you quickly yank on his waistband, pull the silver button from its slit and maneuver your hand inside the elastic of his boxers. On the way down, you rake your fingers through the thatch of brown hair above his cock. Eddie responds by tightening his grip on your neck instinctively. The tips of your fingers find the searing hot head of his cock, precum leaking from the slit. With an audible mmmm, you swipe your thumb over it, smearing around the underside of the tip. Eddie hisses through his teeth, rutting his hips over and over again – forcing you to jerk him off a little. The tip slides through your fist, slippery and warm and you can’t help but let out a satisfied sound. 

“Wow,” you breathe, in awe. You weren’t sure what you expected, but feeling a cock this heavy wasn’t on the menu. You’d been with a few metalheads before, and they were all average at best. You thought he’d follow suit. Not heavy in your hand. But he is. God, he is. Eddie licks hungrily at your mouth before running his tongue along your bottom lip and taking it between his teeth, biting down slightly. You groan, pressing your head back against the wall. 

“Fuck, Eddie,” you say, breathlessly before squeezing his cock again. It twitches in your grip, hardening just a little bit further. You can feel the tension in his lower abdomen every time you slip your hand deeper into his boxers, tugging at his cock as you slide back up. 

His hands drop from your neck to your waist to your hips, his thumb making circles on the strip of exposed stomach flesh between your black leather skirt and your shirt. One hand sinks lower,  moving from your hip to your leg, sliding against the pillowy, cream soft flesh of your inner thigh.  It slides up your skirt, pressing against the nylons, and grazing your cunt from the outside. Inside his jeans, your hand starts to go slack, but Eddie quickly snaps you back to attention.

“I’m gonna’ need you to stay focused, baby. Don’t stop.”  

“S-sorry.” You pick up the pace, stroking his cock again at a much steadier speed. He lets out a soft groan, the feeling of your hand gently stroking his dick sending him into a haze of pleasure. But, he, too, has to focus. 

Eddie gets back to work, carefully undoing the zipper on the side of your skirt. He tugs, shimmying the skirt down over your hips and continues pulling until he pauses to pull your legs from the black circle, tossing it towards the van doors. Now, the only thing between him and your cunt is the fabric of your tights and your white satin underwear. You’re painfully aware of this fact and so is Eddie – the look on his face says it all. He sweeps you into another kiss. 

It’s almost as if he was using the kiss as a distraction from the adept way he’s rolling your nylons off your hips and down your thighs. You almost don’t feel it and don’t notice until he’s got them down around your ankles. 

“May I?” 

“May you? What is this –” You asked, trying to tease him, but your voice is so high pitched, so feathery with lust, that it just sounds ridiculous. You huff and nod, giving him whatever permission he felt he needed. 

His middle finger traces the visible slit in your underwear and embarrassingly, your whole body responds. From your legs snapping shut on his hand to the utterly humiliating moan that tumbled off your lips, there’s no coming back from that reaction. Eddie laughs quietly, almost devilishly and you relax your legs again. 

“Sorry, I’ve… I’ve been…. Um…” 

“Keep talkin’, sweetheart.”

“Oh god, fuck… I’ve kinda’ sorta’ had a thing for you since English with M–”

“Mrs. Lawrence? Last semester.” 

Your mouth hung slack. He knew? 

“You really thought you’d walk in, looking the way you do, and I wouldn’t remember?” 

Your stomach tightens underneath your shirt; butterflies are erupting beneath the skin. Any further jabs to your heart and they actually might rupture through your ribcage.

His finger sweeps along your center again, before hooking around the scalloped edge of the panties and pulling them down over the curve of your hip. A clear, slick strand stretches between your cunt and the fabric before snapping. Eddie growls, a deeply pleased sound erupting from his throat. 

Two fingers part your folds, sweeping tantalizingly at the underside of your clit before sliding down to your entrance. He prods the opening with his middle first, making tiny circles and spreading your arousal around your cunt. Finally, he inserts both fingers, sinking them to the knuckle. Moving his arm, you watch as the bats literally fly back and forth and let out a small, breathy laugh. The way he was working you felt so good, your hand instinctively tightened around his cock. Eddie shuffled closer, his knee in front of your cunt. Before you have time to react, Eddie abruptly takes hold of your left hand and brings it above your head, holding it tight against the wall of his van, his rings pressing into your fingers. Your digits tangle with his and he flays them open.

He continues thrusting his fingers in and out, watching your every move. You looked up and whined loudly; the sight of your smaller hand entangled with his larger one was divine, and sent another shockwave through your core. The coil in your stomach wound tighter, and tighter. Your body flushed with heat, and you were suddenly wishing you were naked underneath him. Eddie suddenly leans over you, pressing the side of his face against yours. 

“I’m your turbo lover…” He sings quietly in your ear, his tone honeyed and low, absolutely dripping with sex appeal. Your eyes roll back in your head, your jaw falling open. “...tell me there’s no other…” 

“Oh fuck, Eddie, oh my god-!”

At the singing, your needy pussy clenched around his digits, shivering violently. His thumb moves to your swollen, tender clit, rubbing it back and forth expertly. The coil snaps, and you moan loudly, banging your head against the wall a few times. 

“OH MY GOD!” 

You shouldn’t have found it so hot, but the way he sung the lyrics into your ear sent a wave of electricity through your entire body. As the sound of your moans reach his ears, Eddie groans and bucks his hips rhythmically, pumping himself closer to the edge of orgasm. 

After a few more pumps from you, his back arches and he groans your name – another surprise that he knows that – as his hot, sticky release coats your fingers as wave after wave of pleasure surges through him. The flushed, pink tip was exposed enough that when he does finally lose it, the first spurts of cum find their way onto your shirt. He doesn’t notice right away, still thrusting his hips into your loose fist. Finally, he brings his head forward to look at you again. His chest is heaving, panting from the exertion, and his eyes trail from your face down to your shirt. The wanton look is replaced with one of horror. 

“Jesus, I’m sorry! Here uh,” Eddie paused, stretching over to yank the shirt from the seat. “Wear this. I promise it’s clean. Decently… uh… clean.” 

You didn’t care if it wasn’t. The fact that he had given you his shirt because he accidentally came on yours was single handedly the cutest thing you’d ever had a guy do for you. You withdrew your hand from his boxers, and he let go of your other hand. Quickly, you pulled your shirt over your head and wadded it up in a ball, setting it next to you. His shirt was baggy, but you quickly remedy that by tying the front in a knot. The way that Eddie’s eyes skirted over your breasts wasn’t lost on you. You smirk. 

“Think Mr. Jenkins noticed we were both gone?” He asks as you fluff your hair. 

“Probably. F’s for both of us.” 

Eddie smiles.

You look down at the shirt, trying to talk your blushing cheeks down. “I’ll give this back to you. Remind me.” 

“Sure,” he says, not fully convinced he wants it back. He likes the idea of you wearing his shirt around school. A dirty little reminder of what occurred. “You should come to one of our meetings.” 

“Meetings?” You ask, quirking a brow. 

“Yeah,” he says, plucking his shirt. Your eyes drift down to the red, snarling demon on his chest. The words Hellfire Club crown the demon, decorated with medieval looking weapons.

“Right, right. Dungeons and Dragons… I’ve never played it.”

“I’ll teach you, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” 

[PART TWO HERE]

[sp0o0kylights]

Part One / Part Two / Part Three (You Are Here)

Complete Thing on A03

Sure enough, Jason Carver had brought a priest. 

The idiot himself stood next to the guy, smugly grinning like a hunter posing with his prized buck, a small crowd already gathering. 

Opposing them was Michael Wheeler, hands planted on Hellfire’s table and back up like a pissed off cat’s, mouth moving faster than Eddie thought possible.

He couldn’t hear what Wheeler was saying. 

Frankly did not want to know what Wheeler was saying, and could only do his damndest to intervene before Mike tanked the situation entirely. 

Gareth and Jeff flanked him, both tense as hell. Neither had backed down though, standing tall and holding ground even as Jason pulled more and more people into his little spectacle. 

Lucas and Grant on the other hand, were standing off to the side.

They weren’t cowering exactly, but both were definitely wincing as Gareth opened his mouth to add his own two cents. 

Given the scowl on the priest, it was probably something nasty, 

‘Fuck.’ Eddie thought, teeth clenched, as Jason drew out his arms, making an even bigger production for his little audience. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ 

The worst thing of all? 

Dustin managed to reach the group before anyone else did. 

Wheeler and Emerson might have low charisma, but Dustin had a particular combination of snark and a know-it-all attitude that really pissed off authority figures. 

(And Eddie would know, given he was the reigning champion of pissing off authority figures.) 

He did, however, slide in right in time to hear the priest respond. 

“I don’t care for your tone, young man. Jason here has some concerns over your club and I have to agree, what I see is quite,” The guy paused, jowls jiggling as he looked over their table, clearly eyeing Hellfire’s logo. “alarming.” 

 At least wasn’t an actual sermon.

Not yet, anyway. 

Eddie came up right inbetween Mike and Dustin, intending to make himself out to be the new target for all to aim at.  

There was an art to making yourself the sole owner of everything evil in this world, and Eddie had learned it all, trial by fire style.  

“Carver is full of--” Mike snarled, and thankfully was cut off—not by Eddie, or the hand he’d just clamped onto Mike’s shoulder—but by Harrington. 

Who sauntered right up as if he was joining everyone for dinner, and not walking into a circus act.

“Hello Father.” Harrington said, voice warm and welcoming.  “Would you like some of our cookies? We have a sample platter.” 

“Oh--Steve!” The priest blinked, actually blinked, that he was startled to see Hawkins’ golden boy appear next to him. “I’m sorry but no. I’m ah, here for other reasons.”

He paused so long it was nearly comedic before tentatively asking; “ Are you with this table?”

Like the guy couldn’t see the same Hellfire logo plastered across Steve’s ridiculous jock chest. 

Eddie opened his mouth to give a resounding no, Hellfire shirt or not--when Mike of all people put an elbow into his side. 

As if Eddie was the one who needed to be silenced.  

“I am.” Steve put an arm down on Dustin’s shoulder, squeezing it in a way that looked like fond encouragement (but what Eddie was pretty sure was actually a warning in the same way the hand on Mike’s shoulder was.) “I came to help out my friends and fundraise.”

Then he beamed, face lighting up with the full Harrington charm, giga watt smile and all. 

Now the priest just looked awkward. 

“You’ve apparently been fundraising for what I have been told is a…Satanist Club?” 

It was hilariously delicate, how the priest said it. Like now that a respectable member of Hawkins was here, he had to be more careful about what words he used. 

Eddie would have interrupted then.  Retake the reins and do what he did best in terms of making everyone forget about everything but him--except Carver was rounding on Harrington, and well.

He was always a fan of the rich eating each other. 

“You cannot seriously be with these--these,” Jason’s eyes darted to between him and the priest, before physically reigning himself in. “hooligans, Harrington!” 

“I’m sorry.” Harrington said, and whatever Jason had been expecting to get hit with, it wasn’t “good ol’ boy” southern charm. 

He blinked, taking on the air of a kicked puppy who couldn’t understand why someone would be so mean as he glanced around the crowd.  “I think I'm a little lost here.” 

Jason clearly wasn’t prepared for that either. 

“What?” 

“This table is for a storytelling and math game.” Steve spoke slowly, in the same way one explained things to a toddler. “You have to roll dice and add the numbers up to do anything."

“It’s not a game, Steve.” Jason spat back. “It’s an evil trick made to tempt the susceptible minds of children to the dark arts!” 

Personally, Eddie was amazed Carver even knew the word susceptible let alone be able to properly use it in a sentence. 

(He tried to open his mouth to say so, and once again got elbowed, this time by Gareth. 

The look he gave his younger friend could have melted steel beams.)

“That’s what this is about?” Harrington slid his arm off Dustin's shoulders, leaning back to look at the priest and the people around them in a show of blatant disbelief. “You think the nerd club is related to satanism?” 

It was Eddie's own tactic--arguing that D&D was “using academic skills” and “making math fun!" not that Hellfire had ever been successful using it.

Of course, they weren’t Hawkins golden boy either. 

Jason sputtered. 

“It has monsters and--demons in it! It makes children do spells and sign over their souls!” He flung a hand out, for the first time acknowledging Eddie by pointing at his shirt. “Just look at that! It’s awful!”  

"Hey." Eddie said, hand going over his very well drawn dragon.

“I once had to stop an argument about how much weight a wooden bridge could hold.” Steve countered, hands moving to his hips. “I only got them to stop by agreeing to take the kids to a library so they could look it up.” 

He squinted, in Carver's direction, deadpanning; "I take it you think the library is evil now too?"

“The name of the club is called Hellfire!” Jason shrieked, sounding more like an angry teakettle than anything dangerous. 

“Look I get that it sounds scary,” Steve said, the tiniest hint of pity entering his voice, “but they’re trying to make math problems and English essays sound cool. It’s the same reason Father John here calls our annual haunted house Hell House, isn’t it? So people go in it to begin with?” 

Harrington turned to look expectantly at the priest, and Eddie had to admit it was an excellent way to both pander to the guy and sound like Jason was making a big deal out of nothing. 

Perhaps, he’d stay quiet after all. 

(Even if it went against Eddie’s entire being to do so.)

“Well, yes, but--” Father John had clearly picked up on the fact he was losing this particular argument, but plowed forward regardless. “Those activities are supervised by the church…” 

“This is evil Harrington, and you should know better to promote it.” Carver tacked on, like this was a two bit comedy sketch. 

“When I played it we just saved some poor town from a bad guy who set it on fire.” Steve rolled his eyes. 

Then he leaned in, converting his voice into a stage whisper that somehow projected it, giving the impression that everyone around them was listening in on a secret. 

“The doctor said it was a really good way for Dustin and Erica to process the mall fire. He’s a specialist--my mother managed to convince him to fly down to help all the kids who got hurt.” 

Eddie was 100% sure that was total bullshit, but the mere mention of Harrington's mother had seemed to have an effect on the people around them.

 Like Steve had invoked the name of an old but beloved God, not always benevolent but definitely memorable. 

“She’s always been a champion of helping when you can.” Steve spoke to the priest, like they were having a conversation between just the two of them. “Encouraging people to volunteer and helping fundraise.”

“She has been." Father John said, in the kind of instant way one does when they don’t want to offend a very large donor.  "Tell your mom I look forward to her coming back from her--ah, trip.”

 With an awkward glance to the table, he added; “...I suppose I don’t see how math comes into play?” 

“Oh it’s right from the start. Hey Jeff, come here, show Father John how you have to do a bunch of calculations and stuff to make a character.” 

“Ah--right.” Jeff sprung to life, moving around the table to Steve.

“We uh, we start with this character sheet…” 

“Eddie Munson runs the club.” Jason interrupted, before Steve could get Jeff to going.

“He’s right there! Does he look like this whole thing is just an innocent board game?” 

This was a last ditch effort, and it was clear by the chattering that had started circling amongst their audience that everyone knew it. 

Unfortunately, it was a good one.

This was the downside to making yourself a target. Once a bad guy, always a bad guy--particularly in the eyes of the PTA. 

“Munson?” Harrington dismissed with a scoff. “He’s harmless.” 

Which was news to most of their audience given the amount of attention Eddie suddenly had on him, but it was fine. 

He was used to the disapproving stares and glares, and gave his best award winning smile in response. 

Jason looked at Harrington like he’d lost his mind. 

“He has skulls on his fingers for fucks sake!” 

“Jason.” Steve admonished, in a perfect mimic of an upset southern mother. “Language.” 

Carver's jaw dropped, face purpling in rage.

Steve ignored him, turning back to the Priest. “I don’t know what's gotten into him but I’m sorry Jason’s wasted your time, Father.” 

“Munson is a drug dealer!” And ah, here came the Hail Mary move, Carver's one and only trump card.

“We all know he’s a drug dealer, and he’s using this--this game, to give drugs to kids!”

“Really?” Steve turned. “Lucas, what happens if I ever catch you smoking weed?” 

Lucas answered instantly. “You’re going to make us run laps at five in the morning.” 

“For a month.” Dustin added, with an exaggerated shudder. 

It would have been too much--except his disgusted face sold it. 

“Eddie’s just loud and wants to be a rockstar.” Harrington said, like this he was harmless.

No one on Steve's side of things had ever thought of Eddie as harmless.

 “I’ve babysat these kids for years and Eddie was a huge help in making sure no one in high school messed with them.” He continued, like they were some sort of team or friends even.

(Like Eddie hadn't been at Harrington's throat all day, pissy and defensive.)

“We have a real bullying problem right now. Funny enough,” Steve’s nailed Jason with a look, “I keep hearing that it’s coming from the basketball team.” 

“What are you implying?” Jason asked darkly. 

“Just that it’s funny how nobody got caught fighting when I was team captain.” Steve returned. 

God the man was such a bitch. Eddie kind of wanted to kiss him a little. 

Okay, more than a little.

“I get you have some kind of beef with Munson, but let’s not drag a bunch of people into it. Especially not Father John.” Harrington was playing up to the mothers around him now, dismissing Carver entirely as he did so. “He’s a busy guy.”

“Very.” Said Father nodded solemnly. “I do not appreciate being pulled into a high school squabble.” 

Jason’s mouth swam through shapes, words stuttering out of it. “This isn’t, thats not--”

“We can talk about this after church on Sunday.” Father John interrupted, the finishing blow to Carver's little show.

“You came all this way, at least have a cookie on us.” Steve said with an appeasing tone, reaching an arm back behind him.

Quick on the uptake, a cookie appeared in his hands. 

He offered it out to the priest, who took it happily.

"Okay, who wants cake!?” He called, in a clear and obvious dismissal of Jason. 

Who stood there, like he couldn’t believe what just happened. 

His eyes slid to Eddie's, fists clenched tightly at his side, hatred pouring off him so strongly one could almost taste it.

Eddie winked at him.

(Unknown to him at the time, Jason had also looked at Steve--and Steve would wink too.)

xXx

Steve Harrington, who Eddie had been an absolute ass all day too, had looked Jason Carver, a Priest and half of Hawkins in the eye and announced that he, Eddie Munson, was a good person at heart.

It made Eddie want to vomit a little when he thought about it too hard.

“I know this is horrible timing,” Robin said, sidling up as the crowd finally dispersed, “but I really, really need to talk to you.” 

Eddie turned, head full of far too many thoughts and ready to tell her such, when he caught sight of Buckley's face. 

Was reminded, by the sheer nervous, ‘horse about to bolt’ vibe, that he owed it to Robin as a fellow queer not to be a dick about her accidental outing.

Even if all he wanted was to preen in the wake of Carver’s defeat. 

‘See Mothers of Hawkins? Your own golden boy just gave me his stamp of approval!’ 

A mental image that immediately changed to Steve Harrington’s name stamped on his ass and dammit he had to get ahold of his thoughts before he fell down rabbit holes like this--!

“Back there, at the stairs,” Robin started, voice dropping low, and Eddie didn’t miss the way her eyes kept seeking out Steve, like he was some kind of safety net--which he probably was. “What um--what did you hear?” 

It took a lot of guts to come talk to him, knowing what he'd overheard--particularly given they'd just fended off the church.

He'd never exactly underestimated Robin Buckley, but then, he'd never expected this level of badassery from her either.

“Eddie?” Robin prodded again, chewing hard on her bottom lip.

“Sorry, distracted.” Eddie waved a hand behind himself. “Not everyday the King decides to defend your honor to a priest.” 

With a little bow, he offered his elbow out to her, a clear signal to take it and let him escort them away from unwanted ears.

In a show of bravery, Robin took his elbow and let him lead, even as she frowned up at him, looking like she was about to say something.

Likely it was in defense of Harrington, but Eddie had been interrupted enough for one day. 

“You and His Highness over there really should be more aware of your surroundings." He started, voice low. "Lucky for you, you’re among friends. You and Dorothy both.” 

He reached a foot out, tapping Robin’s own. 

Right on top of a doodled pair of tits. 

Robin let go of his elbow and glanced down, before flinging her head right back up, panicked.

"I--"

“If you’d like I can pretend I never heard a thing.” Eddie interrupted, dropping his voice into the gentler tone he reserved for delicate conversations.

People were always surprised by the lengths he went to make sure someone was comfortable--but then, people also forgot how often Eddie heard things he shouldn’t. 

People didn't take drugs just for fun, after all.

“Or I can offer a friend of a friend discount on my wares,” He put a finger to his lips, miming smoking with one hand while he opened his vest with the other to flash the little pink triangle pin that sat inside, announcing his own sexualities status.

“and we can, say, discuss the differences between radical and social feminism while admiring the fine forms of Susan Sarandon and Peter Hinwood?”

The smile he gets is two parts relief, one part genuine delight and Eddie grinned right back at her, flicking his vest closed.

“I did not take you for a Peter Hinwood type.” Robin said it hesitantly, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Thought you’d find Tim Curry’s…acting skills, more to your taste.”

“In the case of Rocky Horror? I am Tim Curry.” He announced, loud and proud (well for this kind of conversation at least.) 

He was rewarded by the tension finally melting out of Robin’s shoulders. 

(This, Eddie reflected, is what he should have been doing this entire time, instead of getting tied up in knots over Harrington and turning into some kind of non-conformist tyrant.) 

“Do you actually know the differences between social and radical feminism?” Robin challenged, braver now, and Eddie knew then and there he’d been successful in assuring her her secret was safe.

That she was safe, with him.

“Guess you’ll have to find out.” Eddie said, giving a playful nudge to her shoulder. 

Baths in the laugh he gets for it, and for the first time today feels like he’s finally on firmer ground.

They chatted for a moment longer, making a loop on the very outskirts of the gym, voices hushed when it came to things that small town ears shouldn’t overhear--but of course, Robin couldn’t just leave things at that.

“Hey Eddie?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Can you do me one more favor?”

“Anything for you, my favorite feminist.” 

For the first time since this conversation started, Robin managed to sound firm. 

“Stop referring to Steve as a King.” 

She rushed ahead, anticipating being cut off, and thus Eddie is hit with a wave of words, none of which he’d ever thought he’d hear in relation to thee Steven Harrington. 

“He’s working really hard to get away from it, the whole King thing and how he used to be. I don’t know what all he did to like--you guys,” She flapped her hand in the general direction of Hellfire, “and I know he wasn’t an innocent bystander, but I kinda realized over the summer that I blamed him for a lot of things that were in my own head, and that he wasn’t--he was never as bad as I thought he was and he's still trying to make it up to me anyway.”

Robin trailed off, seeming to try and piece out what she wanted to say next without giving away the whole farm. “It’s not some act, Eddie. Steve’s really trying to change.” 

Which yeah.

Eddie could see that, now. 

Maybe not before but…

“Okay.” He said, after a long, long moment. “No more King Steve. Got it.”

The smile he got for that also felt like a victory, even if it was wrenched out of him.

xXx

Two hours and a dispersed crowd later, Eddie found himself once again stuck in his own head. 

The facts were thus:

Steve Harrington was a good dude. 

He used his good dude-ness to save Hellfire from a literal priest, right smack in front of God and Principal Hairy Ass both

All of Hellfire actually liked him 

According to Robin Buckley, Steve was entirely fine with “all us triangles” quote/unquote 

And;

Eddie was jealous.

He was self aware enough to admit it, alongside the fact that Jason Carver aside, maybe Eddie had been the villain today instead of Steve. 

Which meant he not only owed Harrington an apology, but he owed it to both of them to work out his own stupid shit before it blew up in his face and cost him all his friends.

(He’d have called this move “pulling a Harrington” before today but now that feels mean, which Eddie supposes signals he’s grown as a person or some shit.) 

So now he sits on Steve’s beemer, knowing the move will likely antagonize the ex-jock but equally knowing he’s planning on jumping off the car the second the guy comes near, and that the move itself will get Harrington to listen to him the second he’s done supervising whatever Hellfire’s youngest is doing.

(Eating leftover cookies like the older members are as they finish packing up, Eddie assumes.) 

Ducking out like he did had allowed him some much needed time to think things though. Figure out what he was going to say--without an audience present.

He’d apologize publicly if he had to. But being vulnerable is hard, and given the way his friends had been acting, Steve isn’t the only person he owes an apology to. 

For now, he’ll begin here, without an audience. 

Eddie doesn’t get to plan for long--only gets to rehearse a few lines of his little spiel when a pointed cough jerks him back to reality. 

There stands Steve Harrington, a fat wad of cash in one hand and a box in the other.

Like a man sent to the gallows, Eddie leapt off the beemer, squaring his shoulders. 

He could do this.

 Apologize-- and mean it. 

Not that Steve gave him the chance to. 

“The guys told me to give this to you.” He said, holding out the cash. Then he took a breath, like he was preparing to go to war, and added; 

“I know you weren’t happy with me being here, and you probably don’t want this, but Dustin said you really liked cinnamon brownies so I made you some.” 

The box was now held out alongside the cash, proof that Steve had tried to start this whole thing off on the right foot. 

Eddie stared at it, then at Steve. 

Felt the guilt chew on his gut just that much harder.

“I have been shitty to you all day. Why are you giving me this?” 

Steve shrugged. 

“To be fair I didn’t exactly make it easy on you either. You said jump and I said ‘watch this’.” Steve laughed, a small, almost self depicting sound. “Dustin’s been on my ass all day about it.” 

Of course he had. 

“Mine too.” Eddie admitted. “It's his tone, I swear."

“Yes!” 

Carefully, Eddie reached out, accepted the box and the cash. 

“Thanks by the way. For the stuff you said about me earlier.” 

Steve grimaced, cheeks tinting a (lickable) red. “Yeah sorry, I--”

“No not--not that stuff.’ Eddie said, mentally hauling his thoughts back in line, fiddling with the cash. “The stuff about being a good person. No one’s uh. Said that. About me.”

Not except for Wayne, but Harrington wouldn’t know nor care about Eddie’s uncle. 

Steve shrugged. “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.” 

He’d argue that, except something was off. 

It took Eddie a moment to place it--that the wad Steve handed over was way too big for the little bake sale they’d just attended. 

He tucked the box under his arm, quickly counting the stack with a smoothness only drug dealers and bank tellers could manage.

“It’s all there, I promise.” Steve told him simply, but without judgment. He sounded like he expected this and that didn’t sit right with Eddie either. 

Not that he could do anything about it because he’d just counted up didn’t make any sense. 

Not trusting himself, Eddie stacked it back together, before counting it all again. He was faster this time, trying to figure out among all the ones, fives and tens how the hell they had managed to sell that many cookies. 

Particularly considering the most expensive thing was one of the cakes and he’d watched Steve sell it for fifteen dollars. 

So why were there three twenties sitting in the stack? 

“Either you up charged the absolute shit out of someone’s mom, in which case I congratulate you, you sneaky devil,” Eddie said slowly, “Or you put extra cash in here.” 

Steve blushed properly this time. 

Eddie zeroed in on his face, watching as Steve rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, trying to pull his charming mask into place.

He didn't quite manage it.

Hadn’t even been wearing it before now, Eddie realized suddenly.

This entire conversation Steve had a realness to him that Eddie had never really seen. 

Had maybe not wanted to see, from someone like Harrington. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” Steve protested, like a kid who’d been caught with a hand in the cookie jar. “That’s what we charged.” 

“You are a terrible liar.” Eddie accused, hand trembling. “We can’t take this, man. This is a almost two hundred dollars.” 

Way more than what they’d need for Gen Con. It was enough to get them two fuckin’ hotel rooms! 

“If It helps any, I didn’t do it for you.” Steve’s blush slid into something more genuine, as he nodded his head to where Hellfire was spilling out of the gym doors, laughing and shoving one another. 

“They deserve to have a good trip.” He added, eyes fond as he watched Dustin and Mike squabble over how to fold Hellfire's banner.

It made his whole face soften, the harsh features of his jaw turning into something that was so adorable Eddie wanted to bite through it. 

“Do you want to come?” Someone said, and it took both Steve’s startled look and a second long pause for Eddie to realize that someone was him.

Stupid, stupid, stupid-! 

“To the convention?” Steve asked, looking doubtful. 

Pity that Eddie was already nodding, like his brain and his body were at a total disconnect.

Maybe aliens had finally taken him over. Or a demon. 

(Demonic possession could frankly explain a lot about today, Carver’s weird little power play aside.)

“Dude you don’t even like me.” Steve said. “Why would you want me to come along?” 

“I dunno Harrington. All of Hellfire seemed to like you, and not just my freshman.” Eddie countered easily, gliding right over the fact that he himself did like Steve.

Way more than he should, and that right there was half of Eddie’s problem. 

“They have pretty good taste in things.” He waived a hand, as if this wasn’t a complete 180 from how he’d acted all day. “I could understand if you didn’t want to slum it with us nerds though.”

Steve rolled his eyes. 

“I’ve been slumming it all day with you nerds, if you haven’t noticed.” 

“Yeah? What’s your verdict on us?” 

“Not as bad as you could be.” 

Eddie tilted his head back and laughed. “High praise from the King!”

He felt bad immediately after, and made himself promise to be more mindful about Robin’s ask--but  thankfully Harrington didn’t take it hard. 

(Habits, Eddie knew, were hard to change.

Took a lot of careful attention to change. 

He had a long road ahead of him, and he hoped this little olive branch put him a few miles down it.) 

Steve awarded him a small smile. “I haven’t been the King for a long while, man. But if you guys have an opening, I think I wouldn’t mind being a knight or whatever.” 

“Ste-eeeve Harrington, defender of the realm.” Eddie nodded once, decisively. “I can see it.”

He tucked away the cash, and thus missed how Steve looked weirdly contemplative at that. 

Raised his head and stuck out a hand. 

Tentatively, Steve took it. 

“Welcome to the club, Harrington. We meet on Fridays. Bring snacks.” 

“Cookies okay?”

“Going by Gareth’s judgment, they’re more than okay.”

Eddie smiled and Steve smiled back, and God how he hated how fucking cute Harrington’s face was. 

Particularly since he now got to think of the guy as “Steve” without feeling weird about it. 

As in his possible, potential, friend Steve.

What a fucking trip that was. 

“Oh, and Steve?” He called, the thought hitting him as Steve turned to welcome the group making their way to the beemer.

Steve had let his hand fall, turning to open the front door of the Beemer with a cocked eyebrow.

Eddie flicked a finger out, lightly tapping the Hellfire logo. “Tell Lucas I’ll get him another shirt. That one’s all yours, big boy.” 

If there was a pink hue to Harrington’s cheeks, he was blaming sunburn. 

(Two months, six days, and one meddlesome asshole named Henderson later, and Eddie would find out that Steve had in fact, been blushing.

He’d be furious at Dustin’s involvement, if it hadn’t directly led to Eddie finding out Steve’s blush did in fact go down his chest.

And his happy trail.

And his--

Well.

Men do not kiss and tell. 

Not to fucking freshmen, anyway.) 

THERE IS A GEN CON, "THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED BECAUSE DUSTIN IS A MEDDLESOME SHIT" BONUS BUT it's on A03 cause it was long enough to be its own post and I wasn't gonna add it to this one. You can read it here LINK

[melodymunson]

Eddie Munson x fem goth cheerleader reader

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2 part story Eddie x reader friends to lovers, slow burn

You were dating the hottest jock in school until one day you met Eddie and your life changed forever. (Reader is 19 Eddie is 20).

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Being a cheerleader at Hawkins High School was your claim to instant popularity. You were dating Chrissy Cunningham's boyfriend, Jason Carver's best friend, Sam. He was a typical jock, brunette, all-star basketball player, muscular, with brown eyes and the total package. Girls wanted him and guys wanted to be him. Chrissy was your friend and made being a cheerleader bearable. You were a former loner and secretly loved horror movies, goth aesthetic, dungeons & dragons, and metal like Ozzy, Judas Priest, Dio, and even Corroded Coffin. Guys like Eddie were living the type of life you wanted and thought was ideal, but somehow, being popular wasn't all it was cut out to be. You knew your boyfriend was probably cheating, and you thought going to see Eddie make a drug deal would be the perfect escape for you. Eddie's hatred for jocks was endearing. The week had dragged on and now that it was Thursday and close to the weekend; you were trying to look on the brighter side of things. Every afternoon after lunch, he was in the boiler room, skipping class and making drug deals. The nickname they had for him, Eddie 'the freak' Munson, was a title he didn't seem to mind. He embraced it. He was always so cool, calm, collected, and polite when you passed him in the halls. He was rumored to sell some of the best drugs, so after lunch on Thursday, you stopped by the boiler room. It was darkly lit in the boiler room, but once you saw Eddie, you didn't hesitate or waver as you walked toward him.

"Hey um… Y/N.. right?" He asked with his curious wide and brown button eyes. He crossed his arms, unsure at first about how to react to a cheerleader here seeing him about buying drugs, and he secretly wondered if you were a narc. Either way, he thought you looked great in your green and white uniform complete with leather jacket and rockstar patches/pins.

Although he was skeptical, you planned on making the deal rather than getting out of there. Being alone with a guy who wasn't your boyfriend was probably not the right thing to be doing. Just seeing him and getting the weed would be good enough… for now. He had a metal lunchbox next to him with his drug inventory.

"I'm here to buy some weed," you told him firmly, trying your best to maintain eye contact.

"Oh, uh, well, that will be fifteen bucks for half an ounce."

His tattoos were visible under the dim lights and you couldn't help but stare at them a little. He soon caught on and noticed your lingering eyes and stare. You looked for your wallet and then noticed it wasn't there. You left it in your locker.

"Guess I left it in my locker," you told him, sounding bummed.

"Well, let's just do this deal tomorrow, then. I will save some for you."

You had a basketball game to cheer at the next afternoon, but you could make it work before the game and make it your priority to make the deal.

"Okay, sure. Maybe we can even smoke like a joint together?" You asked curiously.

"Why not? I'd like that," he told you with a smirk. He uncrossed his arms and then put his hand out to shake, which you did.

"Deal. See you tomorrow then."

Eddie nodded and checked you out as you left, his eyes lingering on your body. He wasn't normally the type to go for cheerleaders but you were gorgeous and he was pleasantly surprised you were talking to him, yet grateful and not just because you would be a new customer for him. The rest of the school day passed with extreme boredom. You couldn't wait for the party that night.

You had a lot of homework, and weren't sure you could make it by the time the party started, which you told Sam earlier that day. Eventually, you finished and decided to still go to the party. It was a bit late by the time you got there and no one else knew you were going, but you saw Chrissy and exchanged pleasant hellos. You knew Sam would be around here somewhere and asked around about him. No one knew for sure where he had gone off once he finished beer Pong. You passed Steve on the way up the stairs and he stopped you.

"Hey. We didn't think you were going to show up," Steve said nonchalantly.

"Just looking for Sam."

"Yeah, you probably don't want to go into the third bedroom down the hall," he warned.

"Why? What do you mean?" You asked looking confused.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

You went to the bedroom in question and went inside, turning the doorknob, and saw Sam heavily making out with a half-naked cheerleader on the bed as she was giving him a handjob through the tent hole in his boxers. You slammed the door and ran through the hall and down the stairs until you reached the door. Now, more than ever, you wanted to be as far away from those jocks and popular kids as possible. Chrissy ran after you, knowing you were crying, but you were far gone before she could confront you. As soon as you got home, you blasted some metal music and drowned your sorrows with the musical styling of Motorhead until you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up after a fever dream of you hooking up with Eddie after he told off your soon-to-be ex. It would be a good day as long as you could see Eddie and stick it to that lying cheater's face. Unfortunately, you had to wear your Hawkins High cheer uniform today, but hopefully, Eddie wouldn't mind it too much.

At school, you ignored your boyfriend, and carried on the day doing your best to practice patience, til you saw Eddie again. It was easy to ignore Sam when you didn't even have the same classes. During lunch, you skipped and went to eat outside. Eddie noticed you sitting alone and came over to you.

"Are you okay? Why are you eating alone?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Munson."

"It's none of my business, but is something wrong? Usually, you were surrounded by all your friends and the popular kids, especially during lunch on a game day."

"Well, not today. I found out last night at a party my boyfriend was cheating on me," you confessed looking down sheepishly.

He sat down next to you and put his arm around you. His touch was so comforting, and he smelled nice.

"That guy is a loser. You don't need him. Look, I'll give you a deal on the weed. We can smoke a joint together at no extra cost, and I'll let you have a dime bag for ten dollars. Now, how does that sound?"

"Great actually. Thank you. You know what, Eddie, you are pretty great."

"Thanks. I thought you'd be sort of scary, but you aren't. Look, do you want to find somewhere off campus and smoke?"

"Wouldn't your girlfriend be upset about that, though?"

"I don't have a girlfriend," he told you plainly with a shrug of his shoulders.

You smiled at him, hoping this drive would be a good thing.

"Okay, let's go then. Anywhere you want to go. I'm down."

He got up, took your hand, and then led you to his van. Once you got into the passenger seat and he got into the driver's side, he started up his van and pulled away from the parking lot. It was nice to be getting away from Hawkins. As he drove closer to the woods, you wondered if this was where he was planning to take you. Being far away from civilization and people, though, was what you needed, so you happily went along with him. He soon stopped at a residential park and turned off the engine. He got out and helped you from the van by opening your door. You walked with him to a picnic table and sat down.

You didn't think this could be you. Sitting here at a picnic table in the park all alone with Eddie 'the freak.' If only the kids at school could see you now. All you knew was that you never wanted to be with Sam again. Eddie could hopefully take away the thoughts you still had of your soon-to-be ex. The breakup, even informal, would be what you needed to do soon. You watched as he lit up a joint and took a deep drag before handing it to you. Deeply you inhaled, then blew out the smoke and passed it back to him.

"I'm glad you came here with me. It's kinda of tedious to come out here alone. I'm trying to skip classes more at least. It's nice to have some company," he told you before taking another inhale and passing the joint.

"I agree. I needed this escape. Anything to get away from the school crowd. Sometimes I wish I could just quit everything, especially the popular lifestyle. I thought I wanted it at some point, but not anymore."

"I know we don't run with the same crowd at all, but you are a good person. I can see it in your eyes."

You gazed into his chocolate eyes as you took another drag and passed it with a smile.

"Thanks, Eddie. I think you are too. I'm so not looking forward to Monday's auction of the cheerleaders and jocks. It's all for charity and a good cause, but I can't possibly go out with Sam. He always pledges the most money for these things, just like his stupid friends," you told him glumly, not wanting to bore him with the auction details or your problems.

"You know what? I have been saving up for a while now and I have a good bit of money. Why don't I buy you at the auction? It is for charity, right? I think it would be nice to take you out to cheer you up." He played with some strands of his curly brown hair as he inhaled the joint and exhaled.

His rings were stunning and you couldn't help but look at them as he talked. He was so eloquent with his words. You would give anything at that moment to be touched by him. Just to have the chance to hang out with him more like this would be the best.

"Good. That would be the best thing. I'll let you do that if you want to. I'll break up with him soon."

"You deserve someone much better. For our date from the auction, I was thinking we could do a nice night out or you could pick where we go."

"How about camping? Next weekend? I would like that haven't been camping in a long time," you replied with a shrug of your shoulders as he handed the joint back to you.

You didn't know if it was the weed talking or not, but you wanted to kiss him at that moment so much. Who cared about Sam or Hawkins High or anything? You wanted him and hoped he wanted you, too. You licked your lips casually and tried to be as nonchalant as possible as you bit them. Eddie was paying attention from his side eye though and noticed.

"Camping would be great. I know a good place. What's on your mind?"

"I've been thinking about kissing you," you admitted after a gulp, feeling slightly nervous.

Eddie glanced at you with a smirk on his face. He didn't know if this was a rebound, but he didn't care. He had been thinking about kissing you since the moment he saw you.

"I'd be more than okay with that."

You passed the joint back after taking a hit and he took one more before stomping it out.

You moved closer to him and he ran his fingers through your hair as he stared longingly into your eyes and moved in closer to you. You were so close- closer than ever. Your lips grazed his as he ran his fingers through your hair. He kissed you slowly with a fiery passion as your lips collided and you tasted him, parting his lips with your tongue. As you explore each other's mouths, he pulls you in closer to him by grabbing your waist. The way he kissed you was incredible and no one else came even close to being as good of a kisser. His hands roamed up towards your chest, before he stopped himself. Just as you realized what he was doing, you grabbed his hands and put them over your breasts, cupping them and he moved his mouth to your neck, sucking and licking you there. The kisses he gave you were so hot and it made you feel so turned on, but you didn't want to move things too fast and things with Sam weren't exactly over yet.

"Maybe we could save this for our weekend of camping. Pick up where we left off."

"That's fine. I've rushed things before and regretted it, but you have a good point. Let's rest and chill in the back of my van for a bit."

You walked with him hand in hand to his van and got into the back. He had pillows, blankets, a comforter, and sheets all setup. He held you as you relaxed and pulled you in close to him. It was so comforting for him to have you there and he already considered you a friend and even wanted things to be more, but he would wait for you until the time was right. Minutes passed, then a half hour, and before you knew it, you were both napping. Eddie's soft breathing was soothing, and you felt safe in his arms. Two hours passed, and you stirred awake slowly in his arms. He woke up soon after that and gave you a forehead kiss.

"I'll take you home if you want me to."

"Thanks, Eddie. Call me this weekend, though."

As you both woke up fully and got ready to go to your place, you wrote your number down and put it on his dashboard. As soon as you got home, you planned on calling Sam to break the news about it being over.

Once you got back to your place, he got out and opened your door for you, then walked you to the front door.

"You're the perfect gentleman. Thanks for everything."

"No need to thank me."

He waved goodbye, then walked to his van and pulled away after he made sure you were safely inside. No one else was home, and you were focused on breaking up with that cheating jerk of a so-called boyfriend. After three rings, he answered.

"Look it's over. I saw you at that party on Thursday. You cheated on me."

"Babe, I can explain."

You huffed angrily before replying in a furious tone of voice.

"Explain what? That you were kissing a half-naked girl with her hand inside your boxers?"

"I was drunk and fucked up. Didn't know you would even show up. I'm sorry OK? It was the biggest mistake and I regret it. I plan on buying a date at the charity auction and making it up to you."

"Too late for that. I'm done and I could not care less about seeing your stupid face again."

You hung up quickly in haste, wanting to put that idiot to rest. You spent the night in the bathtub soaking and thinking about Eddie. Imagining what it would be like to have him taste you and to taste him. You had never had a partner who was good at oral, but he seemed like he would be perfect at it.

Eddie thought of you when he was in the shower, and touching himself. He imagined you down on your knees in front of him and all he could think about was your mouth and lips.

Saturday came and went, but on Sunday night, Eddie called.

"Hey, it's me. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I know we didn't make a deal on the weed Friday, but if you still want to buy some, I'll give you that discount."

"Thanks, Eddie. I broke up with Sam on Friday night, but he's still pathetic enough to think he'll win me at the auction."

"Not a chance, babe. I will outbid him."

"Good. I need that. Please do. A date with him would be the worst. I'm glad we met even under the circumstances."

Eddie cracked a smile at this feeling happy to have you in his life.

"See you tomorrow?" He asked as he relaxed on his bed.

"Yeah, but how about we stay on the phone? It would be comforting. To know you were on the other line would be great."

"I agree. Sweet dreams. Don't worry, I won't hang up."

"Sweet dreams Eddie."

You placed the phone near your head, soon drifting off to sleep. The night passed and early morning came, then went and it was finally time to wake up. Your alarm clock went off, and you quickly turned it off.

"I hope you slept well, Eddie."

"I did. Hope you did too beautiful," he told you in a sleepy tone.

"See you soon."

"You too."

You hung up and got ready, dressed in your cheerleader uniform, and ate breakfast. Once you got to school, you looked for Eddie soon, finding him near your locker.

"I guess the auction is soon isn't it? Ready to win Mr. Munson?"

"I sure am."

He looked at you longingly and held your hand and not long after, the bell rang. After lunch, the auction would take place. You and Eddie said your goodbyes and then went to class. By lunchtime, you were feeling overwhelmed, but glad the auction would be over soon. You ate with the squad, tossing Eddie occasional glances from across the room. He looked right back at you and smiled each time you looked at his table.

The auction started promptly at 1 p.m. and everyone went to the gym. You weren't sure of the outcome or what to expect, but it would be good if Sam at least lost.

To no one's surprise, all the jocks won a lot of money for the charity auction. The cheerleaders were up next and you were first.

"For this lady, who would like to start the bidding wars at $10?"

Eddie shouted Me and Sam soon followed with $20. He wondered what the hell he was doing here probably, but you were so glad he was there to outbid Sam. Eddie replied with $40, then Sam $80.

Things were getting heated, and it could be anyone's win. You looked out at the crowd and Sam seemed pissed. He didn't want to lose to the freak, and he was determined to win you back. Not under any circumstance would that happen.

Eddie bet $100 and Sam bet $120. Eddie bid $140 after and Sam betted even more at $160. Eddie's final bet was $180 and by then, Sam gave up, defeated. To your relief, Eddie won the date with you, and Sam stormed off in a huff. Once the pep rally ended, you met Eddie in the hallway, rushing into his arms as he twirled you around.

"I'm glad it worked out. I knew it would," you told him excitedly.

"I knew it would too. Sam is crazy. I'm just glad I got you."

"You knew I wouldn't go out with him either way, right? I was going to be with you, regardless."

He kissed you and hugged you, making you feel happier than ever.

"I knew that. I can't wait for Friday. It can't come fast enough."

"I know what you mean. Call me sometime soon."

He nodded in agreement. Then you both went to your last classes of the day. Unfortunately, Sam was in this class. Once it was over, he came up to you angrily.

"I could've won you easily and I would've, but you know what? You are just a cheap little slut," he told you with a raised voice.

"Get away from me. I hate you. Eddie will treat me right."

"Good luck with that. He's a loser."

"I have nothing left to say to you."

You walked away feeling relief and like a big weight had just been lifted off your shoulders. You had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time you would see or at least hear from Sam. He was the last person you ever wanted to see again, and you just hoped graduation would hurry and arrive. There were 3 months left until you took that stage and hopefully, Eddie would be there to graduate with you. He would help make these last several months bearable. It wasn't like you to rush into relationships right after a breakup and in this case even before a breakup, but he was special to you already. Prom seemed like a cliche, but when the time was right, you would ask him to be your date.

The rest of the week passed slowly, but when it was finally Friday night, you were ecstatic. He called you every day of the week and you talked to him about everything, including horror movies, metal music, concerts, dreams, food, TV shows, books, dungeons & dragons, and what you planned to do after graduation. At 6, he would come over to start the weekend. Thankfully, with camping, it was safe because it wasn't somewhere where Sam would think to look for you, and of course, you wanted to have Eddie all to yourself. He was all packed with his sleeping bag, blankets, a big tent, sheets, camping gear, an extra change of clothes, snacks, a canteen, and booze. You had a bunch of homemade snacks to bring and you wanted to make sure it was a great trip by even throwing in a cassette player with some of your best heavy metal cassettes just in case either of you wanted to play some music. You got all the camping necessities together, and he arrived on time. No one else was home and once you let him in and led him to your room, he couldn't help but notice your huge metal collection of vinyl and cassettes.

"Wow, this is so great you have Slayer, Ozzy, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, WASP, Motley Crue, KISS, Dio, and more. I'm quite impressed. It's just that most girls wouldn't love music like this. You know, real music?"

"Yeah, well, I love it all. I'm into any rock, especially female-fronted. The Runaways are probably one of the best rock bands I have in my collection, and I love punk rock like the Sex Pistols and The Ramones."

"Good choices. So I think you are like my musical soulmate or something, y'know?" He said as he flashed the devil's horns sign with his fingers and a huge grimace his tongue sticking out.

"It's great we have that in common. I think it's going to be nice to go camping and don't worry, I didn't forget to bring along some music for us," you told him as you held up the boombox and bag of cassettes.

"Let's get going soon, though. I was thinking we could grill some burgers and hot dogs. I have a cooler in my van. Also, some booze. Weed and cigs too, if you'd like to smoke some," he told you with a slight shrug.

You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him. He knew you so well and what you liked already.

"That's perfect. I'm all ready to go just need to feed my puppy."

Eddie looked at you, amused, as you went to feed your little dog, Ozzy, a black lab. As soon as Eddie saw your precious little puppy, he reached his hand out for him to sniff which Ozzy did and he pounced at Eddie, jumping, wanting to be held. He obliged, holding the little guy as you got his food and water, and handed him a special treat.

"He's so cute. What's his name?"

"Ozzy. I've had him now for over 2 months. He's going to get pretty big, but I love him, anyway." You gave his head little pats and rubs, which he always loved. After Eddie placed him down, he went to his bowl and began eating.

"What a good little pup. I hope you won't miss him too much. I know I would if he was my dog."

"I will. He's my little guy. I am glad you got to meet him. I just knew that he would love you."

You led Eddie out of your house and he helped you with your stuff, soon loading it into the back of his van. It would be a great trip and you couldn't wait to be under the stars in the fresh air. As soon as everything was ready, you got into his van and drove off to the camping spot just as a beautiful red and orange sunset with yellow hues formed in the sky.

"Mind if I play some metal?" He asked.

"I would love that."

He turned on the cassette player and the familiar sound of Ozzy Osbourne's voice on the track War Pigs by Black Sabbath began blasting from the speakers. He tapped in rhythm and time to the beat of the music on his steering wheel as he drove to a familiar campsite and you got into the music as well, head-banging and flashing the devil horns. It was more secluded, but still a relatively safe place. Few other cars were on the road and thankfully by the time you got to the camping area, you didn't notice many vehicles in the parking lot. It was getting dark fast, but with Eddie; you weren't worried or scared about anything. Soon you arrived and took in your surroundings, finding the camping spot quite cozy.

You moved into the back to unload the camping gear and bags. He was eager to get the tent pitched and to unpack, then look for wood and start a nice bonfire for the night. It was still very early spring and chilly, but you bundled up enough for the weather. He opened the back doors to his van and unloaded onto the pavement and nearby grass.

"See any good place to set up camp? Just let me know."

"Sure, Eddie. I can't wait to get everything ready and enjoy tonight."

As you helped him get out all the camping gear and your boombox, he reached into his van to get out the two shirts he wanted you to have. One was for Hellfire Club and the other shirt was a new print of a Corroded Coffin official shirt. You took them from him with a bit of surprise and a wide grin formed on your face.

"These are amazing. Thanks. I'll be wearing them to school."

"You're welcome, beautiful."

You kissed him, and he blushed. It was so great to be called beautiful by him. You pretended not to notice and then folded the shirts nicely, putting them back in the van for now.

"I'll wear one of the shirts tomorrow."

"If you want to. C'mon, let's go gorgeous."

As you picked up the bags, he grabbed the boombox and got the cooler and you got the liquor and your bag. As you walked further into the campsite, you found a good place under a big tree to settle down.

"Wish I would've brought my guitar. Could've played for you. Maybe next time, though."

"Sure, that sounds great."

Few other people were around, at least not nearby, and you were glad. As soon as the tent was set up, you helped him bring the stuff to the campsite and set everything up. With clear skies and a no-rain broadcast, you were pretty certain it would be a nice night weather-wise. Now all that was left to do was find some twigs, rocks, and tree branches to make the fire.

"I can go get the branches. You can get the rocks," he suggested.

Following Eddie into the woods, you soon collected a nice bunch of rocks and he found a good bundle of firewood. Once it was all brought back to the campsite, he started the fire as you turned on the boombox and Slayer came through the speakers. As the orange and yellow flames flickered, he sat back relaxing on the grass so you took the opportunity to sit down on his lap and he wrapped his arms around you tenderly.

"Well, this is rather cozy and you have excellent taste in music," he whispered into your ear. His whispering gave you goosebumps. It was nice relaxing by the fireplace with him and listening to the best music.

You turned towards him and gave him a kiss, which he deepened kissing you even harder.

"How about we get some drinks going and grill the food?"

"Sure, that's a great idea. I'm practically starved," you told him as you held him close to you.

He reached over for the cooler pulled it closer, and took out the burger patties, hot dogs, the buns, and set the liquor bottle to the side for the time being.

As the food was cooking and the music was playing, you felt you were truly enjoying yourself on a date for the first time in a while. Being with him just felt natural and nice. He was so easygoing and a guy who cared genuinely about you and your feelings. Having him there on a camping trip was the perfect date night. Your ex thought a good date night was watching a basketball game with some beers or going to a pointless and stupid game. One of the best things about Eddie was that he loved metal music, DND, and horror movies, and thought a game where tossing balls into laundry baskets was dumb because it was one of the stupidest things ever to be created.

"I brought s'mores stuff for us later. I even made some chocolate chip cookies for us for dessert."

"That's perfect. You think of everything. Thanks, beautiful."

You wondered what Eddie thought of cheerleaders and why he liked you because you didn't think you were his type or stood a chance with him. You wanted to make this time with him last as long as you could and hoped he wouldn't get tired of you because you couldn't possibly get tired of him saying you were beautiful. Any name of endearment he wanted to call you was something you embraced. It was just great to have him to talk to. Most people wouldn't listen to you and care they would pretend to. With him, things were different, and you were just so content with even sitting there next to him in silence.

"I am having the best time with you. I didn't think you would have a date night this weekend with a cheerleader, though, did you?"

"Not really, but I'm pleasantly surprised. Nice to have a new friend who I can talk to so easily. It's a great thing though. I'd like to make it more though. It's just that we haven't known each other that long yet.."

His words were honest and true, but in a way, they made you yearn for it to be more. Taking things slow could make it better. As long as you had him in your life, you would be just fine. Trust wasn't easy to come by, and you were hoping you could gain his and that he would grow to trust you with time.

"I understand. Let's just spend more time together. Play some dnd, hang out with our friends and each other. I can even teach you how to cook."

"Definitely yes to all of that and of course I want you to come and see my band Corroded Coffin play live. We play every other weekend at the hideout on Saturday. So the next show is next Saturday night."

"I'll be there."

You finished cooking the food, and you both loaded yours onto paper plates. He drank the tequila straight from the bottle before offering it to you. You took a generous swig from the bottle and swallowed it, letting it relax you as it slightly made your throat tingle, but only in the best way possible. After adding ketchup and BBQ sauce to your food, you passed the bottle between each other taking sips of it, not wanting to get too drunk too fast if you could help it. As you sat there eating with him, you looked up at the stars and the full moon. It was so nice to be star-gazing with him just enjoying his company as you continued to sit on his lap and have him hold you. Once the main course of the meal was finished, you reached over into your knapsack to get out the Tupperware of cookies and other stuff to make s'mores. As you roasted the marshmallows, you both tried the cookies.

"Amazing. I need you to bake for me like this. Whenever you want to, though. No pressure, of course. I just love these cookies."

"Thanks, Eddie. I am an excellent baker, but just wait until you get to try my cooking. It's even better."

He looked at you, quite impressed, and grimaced.

"They are delicious, and I bet your cooking is even more wonderful."

Soon your marshmallows melted to your liking, and you added the chocolate and the graham crackers. It was the perfect treat for such a windy night with clear skies like these. After you finished your s'more and another cookie, you drank a bit more of the tequila, deciding it would be the rest you wanted for the night and felt drunk. He soon finished his dessert and gazed at the stars and moon, feeling so content with life and just being there. Back home, he had problems of his own, but didn't everyone? The cassette soon ended, and you turned off the player.

"How about we just stargaze for now and talk? Lay on our sleeping bags and when we get sleepy enough, we can just go back into the tent?" He offered, as his gaze never wavered from the stars.

"Sure, just gotta brush my teeth first and change into my nightgown."

You got up, and he did too. After you both brushed your teeth and changed, you brought the sleeping bags and a few pillows and set them up near the fireplace. You had one sleeping bag laid out and used the other sleeping bag as a blanket. Eddie pulled you in close and wrapped his arms around you because he needed to feel your touch and skin. The feeling of his soft curly waves of hair against your neck and his touch was so tender and affectionate. He had strong arms, of course, and just having him next to you like that was amazing and made you feel safe.

As you talked into the night with him about friends, hobbies, past job experiences, literature, and concerts, You discovered you both loved the same video games, had the same interests in art, and loved JRR Tolkien and Lord of The Rings and The Hobbit. Most of the concerts you had been to were like Eddies. If only you had known him sooner, you could've gone to concerts together. You secretly wanted to see his band play, but were always too shy and awkward about going alone. Chrissy had been to a Corroded Coffin show once, but she hadn't been back since, mainly because of her social status and her stupid boyfriend Jason not wanting to go to a rock concert. Eddie got up during the night to retrieve his leather-worn paperback copy of The Hobbit and you took turns reading some of the chapters to each other from the light of the fire. No other guy you had met seemed to love quality books, unlike Eddie, which made you want him to be in your life more. He had awesome taste in everything and was the coolest guy you had ever met. Little did you know, but he felt the same way about you. It was nearing 1 in the morning and Eddie checked his watch for the first time all night, noticing just how late it was getting.

"Maybe we should go to bed? Get up whenever tomorrow."

"Sure. I can put out the fire for us," he offered.

You got up, and he folded the blankets and sleeping bags as you doused the flames of the fire so it would go out. Once he was with you back in the tent with flashlights being your only source of light now, you listened to the owls in the nearby distance overhead and the surrounding trees. You were facing him and holding hands as his other hand rested against his head with his elbow propped up on his pillows.

"It's been so amazing spending this time with you. Just wanted to tell you I think you are beautiful. If you think I'm being a little slow with us and apprehensive, well, it's just because the last time I was seriously dating, she broke my heart and cheated on me," he admitted, looking just a little forlorn.

"I don't blame you for not wanting to rush into things. Sometimes it's better that way. I've been cheated on, too. I have a question though. Would you like to go to the prom with me? Doesn't seem like your scene or whatever, but it would be nice to go with someone I care about who likes the same things. Even if it's just as friends."

He answered you by leaning in close and meeting your lips in a kiss.

"Yes, of course, I'll go to the prom with you. I couldn't imagine going with anyone else. I was planning on going with some friends or just stag, but with you, it would be perfect."

You felt so relieved he felt that way and glad he was going to go with you to the stupid prom. You planned on wearing something vintage and all-black, of course, to show off your true style to the entire school. What mattered, though, was going together and what he thought of you.

"I'm so glad. I heard we can request songs from the DJ. I will ask for a metal song."

"Me too. Well, goodnight." He gave you a forehead kiss and then laid back down, fully relaxing into the pillows and blankets now.

Eddie and you fell asleep pretty quickly after that and slept peacefully throughout the night.

Sometime later he stirred awake in the middle of the night, not exactly sure himself what time it was, but he felt so turned on, feeling his straining erection pushing through his pants. He was having a dream about you- that he was devouring you and making you cum for him- orgasm after orgasm it was seemingly endless. There was no way he could fall back asleep unless he took care of it. Taking his time and being as quiet as he could, he took his hardened cock out of his boxers and began to lick and spit on his hand, then stroke himself with his back turned towards you. Some moments passed as he was getting off. You stirred awake slightly because you heard soft gasps and pants as he was getting himself closer and closer to his release and thinking about making love to you with you on top. Your cheeks blushed in the dark and you stayed perfectly still, not wanting to disturb him but knowing perfectly well what he was doing. It felt good to know that he was edging himself, no doubt because of you, and hearing the sounds he was making was so sexy. Quietly and slowly you reached down towards your pants and slipped your hand inside and with two fingers slid them over your already wet, slick heat. His panting noises were so hot and you tried your best to resist the urge to make any noise so as not to make him aware of the ways you were pleasuring yourself. Soft and low moans escaped your lips eventually though as you fingered yourself and he heard you smirking widely but not making you aware he knew what you were doing. Now he was closer than ever to reach climax and you wanted to be there with him. You bit your lips, doing your best to quiet yourself, and soon a wave of orgasm rushed over your body. Moments later, Eddie was right there with you groaning as he came down from his high. You both lay there in the darkness for who knows how long, but it was so nice to secretly or not so secretly get off with him. A little later on, he reached for some tissues and cleaned himself up before going back to dreaming about you. Soon after that, sleep overtook you too, and with it came dreams of your own. Dreams about dominating him and making him do whatever you wanted him to do. When you did finally have sex with Eddie, it would be worth the wait.

Morning came sometime later and, to your pleasant surprise, you opened your eyes to find Eddie with his arms wrapped around you, and holding you close to him. It felt so nice to be there with him sleeping in and having a nice morning with him just to yourself. No friends, no family, no stupid people from school around you. He was all yours and things felt like they should be.

You woke him up with a good morning kiss and straddled his lap. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at you with amusement.

"Good morning to you too, beautiful." He kissed you on your mouth, cheek, and neck.

"I think this is the best way to wake up."

"Oh yeah? Me too. Don't forget about next Saturday and the hideout."

"Don't worry, I won't."

You got up and got dressed for the day and Eddie soon did the same and brushed his teeth. Once you were both done getting ready, and packing up and taking down the tent, you got out the chocolate and glazed doughnuts from the cooler and handed him a big plastic bag with two donuts, and a carton of juice and took yours as well.

"Should get on the road we can eat in my van."

The rest of the camping site had cleared out, and it was already late morning. Sleeping in was so nice and you were grateful for that. Once you were on the road again, you drank your OJ and he drove. Soon you arrived back at your place and kissed him goodbye.

"I guess I'll see you at school, Ed's."

"I can't wait. Maybe we can have lunch together sometime."

You nodded in agreement and he walked you to your door and gave you one final goodbye kiss after he brought your stuff into your room. Once he was gone, you did your best to enjoy the rest of your Sunday with him on your mind often. Eddie himself thought about you nearly constantly and spent some time with his friends, like Garrett and Dustin. He wanted so badly to tell him about this super amazing girl he had met but wanted to wait for them to meet you themselves first.

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My Fic Masterlist

The Carnivorous Lamb Ongoing

Steddie | Age Gap | Sub!Eddie Priest!Steve | E 77,078 words

Steve is comfortable. He doesn't want for much beyond his routine and his parish.

Eddie sees things differently.

Sundrunk Completed

Hellcheer | Omega/Omega | Chrissy POV | E 12,059 words

Chrissy Cunningham is a card-carrying people pleaser, although she doesn't quite know that yet. It takes a spontaneous hang out with Eddie Munson, an omega unlike any she's met before, to clue into just how much she doesn't know about herself.

She has a lot of fun figuring it out.

Right Where You Belong Completed

Steddie | Time Travel AU | Alternating POV | E 32,826 words

Eddie and Steve find one another at different stages of their lives. At very different points in time. A story about discovering and rediscovering, falling in love, and healing childhood wounds.

A Piece of Something (You Think Is Gonna Last) Completed

Boys of Summer Series Steddie | Tommy POV | M 5,322 words

Tommy stays with Steve for a weekend over the summer. It was supposed to be a chance to catch up and save a dying friendship, but Steve’s strange new friend Eddie crashes the reunion.

Peach Boy Completed

Boys of Summer Series Pre-Steddie | Eddie POV | T 10,621 Words

It's Eddie's first year living with Wayne. When summer hits and the rich tourists descend upon the small lake town, Eddie keeps finding peach pits lying around town in weird spots. Bored to death and in desperate need of a distraction, he sets off to figure out who is behind the careless discarding of food scraps.

Dog Days of Summer Completed

Boys of Summer Series Steddie | Steve POV | E 83,792 words | 7/7 chapters

Starting two years following the events of Peach Boy, Dog Days of Summer follows along five year’s worth of summers at the lake town where a young Steve Harrington’s rivalry turned to complicated friendship with Eddie Munson changes the trajectory of his life.

Late Bloomers Completed

Co-Authored with weird_witchcraft Steddie | Modern AU | Alternating POV | E 64,970 words

Two men walk into a gay bar.

One thinks he’s straight, one thinks he’s vanilla.

Both of them are idiots.

Of Motels and Stolen Vans Completed

Steddie | Alternating POV | E 9,898 words

Eddie had an awesome night out in the city, that was until a hopeful hookup turned sour and he ended up stranded. Steve comes to his rescue the following day with Tommy in tow and the three of them have an unexpected night of their own.

Where the Black Willow Stands Completed

Sapphic Hellcheer/Multi | Chrissy POV | E

8,472 words

It is the mid-1600s in Puritan New England and Christina Cunningham is engaged to Jason Carver, the village minister’s son. She tries to hide her true nature, but she cannot stop it from consuming her dreams and spilling into her waking life. She is plagued with frightful and ungodly visions until a chance moment in the woods changes it all.

There Has Got to be a Way (Burnin’ Down the House) Completed

Steddie | Coffeeshop AU | Eddie POV | T 4,805 words

Eddie loses his job just before the holiday, which leads to him slinging drinks at a coffee shop where he meets a handsome and irksome man whom he loathes to crush on—awkwardly and from a distance.

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what's all this talk about love? - now complete on ao3!

Rating: Mature

Relationship: Chrissy Cunningham/Nancy Wheeler

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Runaway Bride,This is very loosely based on Runaway Bride, Lesbian Nancy Wheeler, Gay Eddie Munson, Past Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson, Past Jason Carver/Chrissy Cunningham, Past Chrissy Cunningham/Gareth, Platonic Soulmates Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson, Mechanic!Chrissy, mechanic!Eddie, journalist!nancy, Priest!Gareth, Asshole Jason Carver, Technically there is Chrissy/Steve, But they're both comphet-ing super duper hard the whole time, Eventual Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Discussions of and allusions to domestic violence, high school football coach!steve

Word Count: 19,345

Chapters: 3/3

written as a birthday gift (finished deeply belated) for @hexiewrites!

Chapter One Snippet:

Nancy handed over the can of hairspray, extending her other hand. “Nancy Wheeler,” she said as the other woman accepted her extended hand, shaking it.

“Chrissy Cunningham,” she said, smiling wide. “What brings you to Hawkins, Nancy Wheeler?”

No way. Absolutely no way was this tiny peppy sprite of a woman the calculating serial heartbreaker Jason Carver made her out to be. She barely looks like she could kill a mosquito let alone leave three men at the altar!

Nancy cleared her throat. “Actually, you do.”

Chrissy withdrew her hand, backing up. “What do you mean?”

“I’m a journalist from Chicago–” Nancy started.

“ –you met Jason didn’t you? God, why can’t he just leave me alone?” Chrissy looked up at the ceiling, visibly tensing.

“I’d really like to sit down with you and get your side of the story if you have time this weekend–”

“Absolutely not. My life is not some salacious story for whatever cut rate tabloid you work for, Wheeler,” Chrissy said coldly, fury overtaking her expression. “‘ My side of the story?’ You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

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[chickensoupleg]

UNTITLED DOCUMENT 8 PLEASQ. OR ELSE ILL KEEP PLAYING CHESS ON YOY

So mean to me.

So Untitled Document (8) is basically a slight continuation of the Agape fic I did but in the viewpoint of Jason Carver our beloved. Jason is a part of the church in this universe and was raised to stay a part of it. He's still in that holier-than-thou mindset, literally wasn't raised to know any different. He counts the sacrificial bodies because this man is put on clean up duty.

That is until Billy went.

And then Jason goes on a pilgrimage. :D

It was going to end up as Munver. That was the plan for it, if I ever actually pick it up.

Snippet for you!

Always a good son. A good man. He beamed when the high priest of the temple deemed him worthy to be of service, to be responsible of sending a message to the lesser men, to help in carrying the sacrificial lambs to show worship.

Knows the easiest way to carry a body to a trench. Dispose of the husk knowing that they will be blessed for another year thanks to the souls that were fed for good causes.

One year there was a discrepancy. He knows how many bodies were to be given. Knows that he’d soon have to remove that many husks.

When it was time to clean the hall, there was one less body in attendance. In place, he found a singular ribbon, silky and fine, with the sigil of Stephanos painted in the middle.

There were no ribbons present when the hall was filled. It was a sign. He had brought it to the high priest, and was pleased to find it was a sign from above, that whoever was taken was blessed far more than the others.

Weirdly enough, it made him unsettled. Why this nobody was whisked away by honour, and yet he had never seen even a slightest hint of a prophetic dream like so many of his brothers and sisters of the temple have gotten.

He wondered why he was left out.

[exilynn]

title: echoes nocteris

synopsis:

"They say that the legend of Nocteris echoes only in the hearts destined to meet. But what if this echo is so strong that it transcends time and memory?"

Eddie Munson, used to being an outcast in his town, just wanted to finish his last year and escape. But fate had other plans. When Linda Hansol appears in his class, something about her unsettles him – a strange feeling, as if he already knew her. What was supposed to be just another hellish day becomes the beginning of something Eddie never expected.

♥ format: longfic; canon divergence, headcanon's

Characters:

♥ pairing: modern eddie munson x fem oc

♥ warning:

Eddie Munson/Original Female Character(s), Freeform, Stranger Things 4, Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, Angst, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Violent Sex, Drug Use, First Love, Childhood Trauma, Hurt/ComfortFluff, Sadness/Grief, Happy Ending, Friends to Lovers, Friendship/Love, Childhood Friends

1. WHO IS SHE? Part Two

Eddie Munson

May 17th.

I remember that night. I was seventeen, playing with my band at the Howling talent show in 2014. We played Women by Def Leppard and then For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica. That’s when I saw her. A girl in the crowd, dancing alone.

I’ve never forgotten what she was wearing: a tight dress — red, maybe lilac... Damn color blindness. Converse shoes, probably matching the look. A true goddess, almost like Stevie Nicks.

She must have been about fifteen. Since that night, her image has been stuck in my mind like a catchy heavy metal chorus.

Years later, I still wonder what would have happened if I had had the courage to talk to her. Life left me with that doubt, an ever-present echo.

Luckily, we won the band ranking. Corroded Coffin came in second, behind Void Lemon’s. At the time, my friend Adellie Regina was part of our band. Brown hair, temperament as explosive as mine. She was my right-hand, which made communication a disaster.

She noticed my eyes fixed on the girl and gave me a drumstick tap on the shoulder.

— Ouch, Adel! — I muttered.

She sighed, pointing to the audience.

— Munson, you need to do something about this.

— About what, blonde? — I asked, knowing it would annoy her.

— How dumb are you? Ask her out!

— No way. She’ll call me a weird nerd.

— So what? You are a weird nerd!

— She’s more your type, brat.

— She’s not. But one day, you’ll regret caring so much about this damned town and not asking the cheerleader out.

— Fine... A forbidden romance. Look at her, delicate as a feather. I’m an orc. Forget it. Let’s celebrate our victory? — I tried to change the subject, feeling the guilt gnawing at me.

★

After that night, I entered a more lethal world. Torments, demons. Adolescence is hell — anything can knock you down. And when you realize it, you're already suffocating from your own thoughts.

Why would anyone look at Edward Munson with fascination? The truth is, most didn’t.

No one seemed to know who that girl was. They said her life started falling apart when she got involved with a basketball player. I prayed it wasn’t Jason Carver. He was a lion devouring minds.

She deserved someone who would treat her well, not a rotten guy like him.

Jason knew how to manipulate girls with his charm. But jealousy grew in me at the thought of the tragedy it would be seeing her love someone like him.

★

Over the years, my look changed, reflecting my constantly evolving identity. I discovered bands that shaped my character, like Judas Priest.

Life can change drastically. And that’s scary.

I’m talking about this because drugs didn’t bring relief. On the contrary, they made everything worse. They seemed like an escape for someone who didn’t have friends to understand their “darkness” or their “satanic adoration.”

For a long time, I didn’t have a father figure to teach me right from wrong. My mom had to be everything all at once — and she was.

Just the thought of socializing made me uncomfortable.

The worst part? Growing up surrounded by bullies, the mirror of a hypocritical society.

But today, the fear is gone.

I’m no longer that silly Eddie. No one puts out the flame of a revolutionary heart.

I’m rough by nature, but also the most loyal squire anyone could wish for. My heart fights against the rules of this society.

And I’ll never let them break me.

Out of the social circles that never interested me, I head to the library but take a detour to the auditorium. I want to take a look and maybe sign up my band for another edition of the talent show.

I find a dark corner, the perfect place to observe without being noticed.

It’s not fear — it’s strategy. Principal Howling and I have a... complicated relationship. Better to avoid problems.

Suddenly, Mississippi Queen by Mountain starts playing. On stage, a girl appears, almost stumbling, drawing quiet laughs. It seems like no one believes in her — until they hand her a guitar.

I rub my eyes. Is this a dream?

Her guitar is just like mine: alder body, maple neck, 14-inch scale, ebony fretboard.

The first chord grabs my attention. The picking, the firm grip... She plays with passion.

I stay until the end.

It’s not every day you find someone like this — a guitarist who could be a real threat in the metal world.

My curiosity is awakened. The strings seem to love her touch. My soul recognizes that.

Then it happens: an internal explosion, a damn love at first sight.

Oh, of course, that doesn’t exist in real life. Only in cheesy movies...

Still hypnotized by the scene before me, I decide I need to congratulate her.

But the moment her eyes sweep the auditorium and stop in my direction, my survival instinct takes over.

Before she can be sure she saw me, I dart to the library.

If they catch me ditching class, so be it. But if she saw me... it’s time to hide.

I’m a Dungeon Master. I can be a barbarian, a mountain dwarf... But when it comes to girls, I run like a scared deer.

---

Before entering the library, I slip on the polished floor, but I get up quickly, trying to cover it up.

As I open the door, the silence envelops me. At the farthest table, the followers of the terrible Lich — I mean, Carver — stare at me like they could slice me with their eyes.

I approach the librarian and ask, with a slight tremor in my voice:

— The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring.

Since my mom introduced me to this saga, I’ve become obsessed.

The deal when visiting the library is to grab study books, but my nerd side always wins when it comes to high fantasy.

The librarian, with gray hair and tired eyes, points to the third shelf on the right. I walk over, passing titles ranging from Clarice Lispector to Shakespeare. Each one seems like a portal to another dimension.

Since I was a teenager, I’ve always enjoyed diverse literature. My room has shelves packed — fantasy on top, horror below. Even before RPGs and video games, I had another love: painting.

But nothing beats tabletop RPGs. They let my imagination soar like a phoenix in flames.

Art, in my ignorant view, is a secret shared between those with big hearts who know how to read between the lines.

True creation comes from passion, from revolution. Tickling broken hearts, offering warmth to those who’ve spent too long in Winterfell.

I believe we’re remembered when we refuse to bow down to oppressive systems.

Over time, I’ve realized the fine line between reason and ignorance.

They say lack of money limits creativity, but I’ve learned that what matters is what you do with the tools you have. Passion for music and art is a rocket you shouldn’t fear launching into space.

Arriving at the indicated shelf, I pull out The Lord of the Rings. To my surprise, a romance novel is in front. As I grab it, it slips and lands straight on my foot.

I grimace.

Ignoring the pain, I look to the other side of the shelf and see a girl engrossed in her reading. Her eyes dance across the lines of a book that is still a mystery to me.

What is she reading? She seems lost in Erebor, traveling through a magical world.

Her brown hair, with cherry highlights and blonde streaks, frames a delicate face, but with an intriguing boldness.

If I had the courage, I’d invite this lost little lamb to a Hellfire Club campaign. Or better yet, to the dance.

But, clumsy as always, I end up knocking over a stack of books. The noise echoes through the library.

— AH, DAMN IT! — The feminine voice breaks the silence.

I love it when cute girls curse, but this angel with a dirty mouth has something different.

Our eyes meet. She shrinks, her cheeks turning rose-red, and a smile blooms inside me. I quickly crouch to gather the books, feeling like I’m in a romantic movie.

Ah, Munson, don’t make a scene... This isn’t Grease.

A red ribbon slips to the floor. I think about picking it up, but she beats me to it.

And then it hits me... Does everyone have this accessory, or is she the guitarist I saw on stage?

— Are you okay? — I ask, trying not to sound nervous.

— I almost sent you to hell. I thought it was the popular kids... — She sighs, still out of breath.

Her way reminds me of the taste of mint candy. Am I feeling the pheromones of love?

A genuine smile appears on my face. Rarely does anyone make me smile like that.

— About the books, I didn’t mean to... — I start, but she cuts me off.

— One fell.

— More than one. And you’re limping.

She pretends not to feel the pain.

— I can handle getting stepped on by a book. It was my fault, I was lost in thought... — She smiles, and that leaves me speechless.

A giant book fell on her foot, and she’s still smiling?

— It was my fault, princess.

She raises her hand, signaling for calm.

— Princess? — The question sounds almost like a challenge.

— Is there a problem?

— Dude, you don’t even know me...

— And you don’t know ‘Eddie, the weirdo’?

— We’re both invisible.

— You? Invisible? That was good.

She ignores the teasing and points to the book in my lap.

— Romance? Do rockers like literature beyond Nordic tales?

The question catches me off guard.

— Ah, it fell on my foot. There’s no law saying I can only like one genre, right?

— You’re a disaster magnet. I thought guys only played video games and watched football.

— Bad news, coquette. I’m not a fan of football. Does that make me less of a man?

— No...

— Good. I like RPGs, books, rock, and metal. And nothing else gets to me.

— Nerd, huh?

— Was that a flirt or bullying?

She furrows her brow and lets out a laugh.

— Neither...

— It’s a joke, coquette! — I scratch my neck, nervous. — Do you also want to hop on a rocket and live on the moon?

She stares at me.

— I’ve thought about leaving Howling when I’m famous. So, we’re both crazy.

Little by little, my shyness gives way to something more intriguing.

And me? Well... I’m completely screwed.

---

— I call this survival in a conformist society... — I murmur in her ear.

Soon, I notice something strange.

— Hmm, what’s that scratch on your nose? Can I take care of it? — I point to the exposed wound.

— Hey, don’t even think about touching it! — she grumbles, and her reaction only worries me more.

— It’s deep...

— Manchester hit me by accident. The things a dedicated cheerleader does... — she murmurs, looking away.

I furrow my brow.

— What does a nice girl have to do with that idiot?

— I’m friends with her... — her voice wavers.

— How many stones did you throw at the cross? — I tease, making it clear what I think about this Manchester.

She uses the discomfort to escape.

— I better go to class before they skin me alive...

— Nice tactic to get away from me. — I wink, placing my hand on her shoulder.

Her eyes widen, but I quickly withdraw my hand.

— You make no sense... — she murmurs, as if searching for a way out.

— That cut will get infected if you don’t take care of it. Come on, I’ll take you to the infirmary.

— Accidents happen... — she tries to brush it off.

But her scared eyes say something else. Someone hurt her, and it wasn’t just an accident.

— Let me take you. Or are you afraid of being seen with a weirdo?

— You’re not a weirdo. And... I’ll be fine.

I cross my arms.

— If you don’t have friends, I can apply for the spot.

She hesitates.

— People exclude me because I’m quiet... And I don’t trust strangers.

— A lost little lamb. Well, I’m in the gang of misfits. — I smile to the side.

— I need to go. And sorry for the books...

— Girl, relax with all that guilt. — I touch her arm, but she shrugs it off.

I pull out my backpack, open it, and hand her a small case to hold.

— You gonna show me how many people it takes to carry that inside? — she jokes, raising an eyebrow.

— Survival kit. Just in case a zombie apocalypse happens.

— And you think that’s going to happen?

— We should be prepared, coquette.

She presses her lips together, analyzing me.

— Sure. After all, the planet could collapse any moment.

I humbly offer her a bandage, not wanting to invade her space. She accepts but barely touches my hand, like a scared dog.

— Keep it. You need it more than I do.

— No, it’s yours... — She grabs my arm, anxious.

I realize that insisting will only scare her more, so I just smile and accept the case back.

Before she disappears, I muster up some courage:

— Can I ask you something?

She stares at me, curious.

— Look, you don’t have to accept... I’d probably refuse too. Better forget it. — I scratch the back of my neck, hesitant.

She watches me, waiting for me to take the plunge.

I freeze, like a frozen screen. But after a second, I swallow hard and decide to take the risk.

•••

Looking at the towering mountain in front of me, I ask myself: how can someone be sure they’ll fall if they never tried to climb?

I can start by crawling before risking a climb. Damn the consequences if it goes wrong.

The girl, who was focused on me, now averts her gaze, scanning the school. Is she being followed? To catch her attention, I snap my fingers and smile.

— Earth to you!

— Were you talking? — She turns, trying to decode my face like a code.

Some people get lost in oceanic eyes. I sink into the abyss of hers.

If only she knew how beautiful she is to the eyes of a solitary barbarian like me...

People are like books. At first, they may seem boring, but as we dive deeper, we get intoxicated with each page.

Others are like music, waiting for someone to listen to them and interpret them in different ways.

— You’re high... Did you see this flyer? — I show her the invitation, but she immediately declines.

— I’m not going to the dance. I don’t like forced conformity.

Why does she say things I’d say?

By the looks of it, she seems to prefer being alone. Better leave before I get into trouble...

As I turn around, something pulls me to stay.

— I don’t want to be annoying, but can I know why you’re not going?

— I’m not popular. No one would invite me... — She avoids eye contact.

I take a deep breath, holding back my anxiety.

— Look, I’m inviting you. Don’t talk like you’re Carrie and no one would take you to the dance. — I flash my best smile.

— Carrie was pretty. When you find out why no one invites me, let me know. — Her tone is mocking, but it hides something. Fear, maybe.

— Would you go with someone popular? You can tell me, it won’t hurt. — I pretend to be sad.

— I had someone... but he doesn’t think I’m pretty enough.

She looks at me like I’m the next one to save her from the dragons of the school.

— I thought you were eye candy for someone, not just their downfall.

Damn, something about her makes me anxious and comfortable at the same time. Why does she remind me of someone I once loved?

— I’m the least popular person at Howling. It’s no surprise I’m going to the dance alone.

— What’s stopping you from telling everyone to go to hell? Kick everyone’s ass, coquette!

— Huh? I’m missing courage.

I want to uncover her secrets, even if this is our only meeting.

— I identify with creative and crazy people. Do you fit in that tribe?

She studies me more closely, like she wants to understand me better.

It takes a little craziness in someone; otherwise, it feels like you’re talking to a lifeless corpse.

Maybe it’s because they’re dead?!

---

The coquette smiles as if a sea of stars were dancing in her eyes. Too sweet for me, or am I being cruel to myself?

This is my year, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to fall for a stranger. I owe love. And I owe my father.

Could life be more generous and give me a break?

— What if we went as strange attractions? I don’t know, not dressed as a Demogorgon, but something eccentric! — I throw a wink, trying to cheer her up.

— I was going with Jason, but he asked Ellen the day before... — She murmurs, and I see the sadness in her eyes.

— With Carver? Are you kidding?

— You guys don’t get along?

I know I’m not close to Mr. Carver, but is there any chance of saving this soul before it’s too late?

— He’s not a rose. The guy’s an idiot.

Knowing that my rival won the girl I invited makes me furious.

Am I jealous? Since when do I feel jealous of a stranger?

— Jason is full of himself because of his friends. Don’t you see that?

— Oh, poor guy! — I mock, not hiding my contempt for the Lich who wants to steal the girl I want.

— If we get together, he’s the prince and I’m the Cinderella...

— The laundry basket guy doesn’t even know how to play basketball, let alone be a good boyfriend. Spare me...

— Jason is handsome! Unlike the vultures at school...

— You don’t want to go to the dance because you don’t have a date?

— I don’t know anymore. I wouldn’t find someone at the last minute...

— Did you catch the hint, or should I draw it for you?

She looks at me, confused.

— No...

— Let’s go together. Me and you, you and me. Uh, do you want to or not?

She hesitates.

— How am I supposed to go to the dance with someone who hasn’t even told me their name?

— E-Eddie... — I sigh. — But if you don’t want to tell me yours, no worries.

— How cute, stuttering. That makes me want to go to the dance with you.

Is that a compliment or an insult? I never know for sure.

— Hmm, want to go to the dance with me? — It takes a while for it to sink in. — Just so you know, I’m not a fan of parties. I prefer a punk meeting in a rock scene... — I express my unconventional tastes.

She raises an eyebrow, confused.

— Then why did you invite me, Eddie?

— If I don’t go, they’ll shave my head. Good reason?

— What’s your name again? — she asks, looking like she really doesn’t remember.

— Edward Munson. But I prefer Eddie. Now it’s your turn to tell me yours. — I extend my hand, trying to be friendly.

This was, without a doubt, the strangest conversation of my life. When everything seemed lost, she gives me a little confidence with a single action:

— Linda Bratzer Hansol... Call me Lily. Nice to meet you, Edward Munson.

I almost can’t hold back the laugh. The last name sounds like something from a Bratz doll fan.

— What’s so funny? — She narrows her eyes.

— Are you Asian? Your eyes are more American.

— Don’t make a xenophobic joke, okay?

— Relax. I like foreigners. — I raise my hands in defense.

She stares at me for a moment, and I start analyzing her more closely. There’s something familiar about her. Like I’ve known her from another life... But I don’t believe in that kind of thing.

— My mom is Brazilian, but she has Asian ancestors.

— I’ve always wondered... Are Brazilians more welcoming than Americans?

— I don’t know. I’m closed off. But maybe we do love physical contact. Americans... I don’t know!

Why does she seem so comfortable with me, then?

— Cool, you’re not as closed off as you say. — I point out, curious.

She watches me, thoughtful.

— Still want to go to the dance? — I ask again, licking my lips, nervous.

She pauses for a moment before smiling.

— Yes, I’ll go to the dance with you. Okay, Edward? — She jokes, raising her hands. — Can we be friends? Imagine, two strangers among all these normal people?

— You’re pretty weird, huh? I’m in. We’d break this conformist society.

— Have you always been this confident?

I’m surprised. Was that a compliment?

— It must be trauma. But what about you, what do you do when you’re not at school?

— I work as a pastry assistant. I play guitar sometimes. I like to write, draw, take a walk around Howling...

That excites me.

— Nice, Lily. It might sound strange, but... don’t want to take a walk now? I don’t know, just chat, smoke a joint... Just saying.

She looks at me, suspicious, but then smiles. A beautiful smile.

— Who knows, maybe one day? You should be loved at this school. You’re the savior of boredom.

I smile back.

— One day they’ll thank me. But I won’t be here... I’ll be in the top five of the charts, making my family proud.

She looks away and changes the subject:

— Are you really going to the dance with me, or have you already changed your mind?

— I’m firm in my decision. I thought you’d refuse because I look like a maniac.

— No... You’re cool.

I take a step forward, my eyes locked on hers.

— I feel like I’ve known you from another life. Man... this is crazy.

I scratch my neck, anxious.

---

Linda’s confused expression made me realize that she had no idea what I was talking about. Maybe I was daydreaming or overestimating this feeling of familiarity.

— Sometimes, people think they’re in the valley of weirdness...

The phrase made me think about my past. But today, it feels like I’m flirting with the present.

— What do you read that’s cooler than those boring school books? Kama Sutra? — I shoot, curious, trying to see the book in her hands.

— Nothing sexual! Charles Bukowski. A genius of melancholy, with honest words. — She says it as if describing a work that freed her soul.

— Interesting how you see that, but I’m not a fan of poetry... except for Tolkien’s works!

— I get it. You must be a fan of old lands with elves and dwarfs. — She opines, and I try to hide my admiration for elven lands.

I smile at her, feeling the connection between us grow.

— For sure! Do you know J.R.R. Tolkien? — I ask, eager to know if she at least recognizes the name.

— That author is a mirror to me, when it comes to writing...

— Are you telling me you were guided by Tolkien’s hands? Wow, that’s rare. — I say, amazed, with my eyes shining.

— Nothing happens by chance. You just have to look more closely at things, Eddie Munson...

Her words make me feel something more for her poetic soul.

But when I turn to grab a book, Linda disappears. I see a blue paper being carried by the wind on the library floor.

— Ah... shit. Where is she? — I grumble, full of questions in my head.

With the book in hand, my mind races. Could Lily have some magical power and not be human? It’s not normal for someone to set up a scheme like this just to avoid going to the dance alone.

I grab the paper before it escapes my reach. She wrote her number and home address on it. Was this planned?

Before taking The Lord of the Rings, I go to the desk to register the loan. As I flip through the book looking for some clue, the gray-haired librarian stares at me and drops a sinister warning:

— I’d be careful, young man.

A shiver runs down my spine.

— Why? — I try to hide my curiosity, but the truth is, I’m a huge curiosity seeker.

She shakes her head and attends to another student. Something strange was going on, but I can’t understand it.

— Your name? — She asks to register me.

— Eddie Munson. Why?

— I don’t believe it... The heir of Demeritus Alanfiero Munson?! — She points to my face, making me feel embarrassed.

I roll my eyes and sigh.

— Oh, another fan of that old man. Okay, I’m the son left to tell the story. So what?

After registering the book, I put it in my backpack and stare at the librarian again.

— Nothing, dear. But why do you speak so bitterly about the man who brought you into this world?

— He’s a runaway outlaw who doesn’t care about his kids!

— I understand... but you can create your own story.

— No, thanks, gray-haired! — I make a face. — And what should I call you?

She smiles kindly, patting my shoulders like a grandmother.

— Petal...

— Okay... Petal. But I’m fine and can manage on my own.

I leave the library, realizing that the day has never been so crazy. No experience has thrown me off balance like Linda Hansol’s arrival.

As I enter the classroom, I’m surrounded by curious students about the "fight" with Carver in the cafeteria.

— I heard you and Carver fought. — A nosy classmate bothers me.

I take a deep breath to keep my calm.

— Why don’t you go find something to do, Fred?

Another one interrupts with stupid questions.

— And what about Ellen Manchester?

— Beat it, kid.

— Munson is always scheming with the girls, huh? — Another comments, giving me a pat on the back.

I ignore the idiots and try to focus on the lesson, but I can’t stop thinking about Linda. Is she also being bombarded with stupid questions?

As I try to concentrate, I realize that dealing with rumors is easier when I stay calm. I know who I am and what really happened. The truth always gets lost in the gossip.

I hear a commotion in the hallway, and the principal enters the room. I relax in my chair, putting my feet up on the desk and swinging them.

— About the fight between Munson and Carver, we need fewer examples like this in the school.

— Go back to your den, principal. This talk is a waste of time.

— What’s the problem, Munson?

— I’m just willing to fight against systems, Principal Howling!

He frowns but quickly recovers.

— Mr. Munson, the school is taking measures. If you have complaints, come to my office, and we’ll try to resolve them.

— I’ll remember that! But do me a favor and pass the position to the devil, he works better!

The class bursts into laughter.

— See this, Davis? Is this how you educate your students? — He addresses the teacher, who shrugs.

— I’m not surprised the school doesn’t care about students who suffer from some teachers’ intolerance.

— Shh, Eddie! — Davis reprimands me, giving me a dirty look.

— Hey, teachers, leave these kids alone! — I recite Another Brick in the Wall.

— THIS IS A SCHOOL, NOT A PROTEST, MUNSON! — Howling orders through gritted teeth.

— How about we make a deal, Principal Howling? — Jamie interrupts, mocking.

The principal ignores him and leaves the room, but quickly returns with Linda Hansol.

— Keep decorum and respect the new classmate.

I can’t believe it. Lily and I in the same room? I need to maintain the posture of an exemplary student.

— Linda Hansol requested a transfer for personal reasons weeks ago, but I only got a spot now. Please, treat her well.

Jamie throws out the same old jokes:

— She will be our sister. We’ll educate and take care of her very well!

I didn’t want to laugh, but I end up laughing at the nonsense. Linda looks at me, and I look directly into her bright eyes. Sometimes cloudy, but filled with hope, even in her monotony.

A work of art.

During the class, the atmosphere changes. There’s a sense of unity among the students. Maybe my impulsive attitude made a bigger impact than I expected...

While Mrs. Davis discusses the next group project, I observe Linda from afar. She seems engaged and interested.

— Lily will be the beloved doe of this herd. Let’s protect her. — I say, hospitable.

I wonder... did I overdo it?

---

The energy in the room shifts as Lily adjusts to the new desk. I’m happy to see her organizing her materials confidently, as if she’s finally fitting in.

While Mrs. Davis explains the next group project, I get completely distracted, watching her with admiration. The teacher, kind and patient, says:

— Forget about the argument with the principal. Grab your history books, okay?

Linda gives me a shy glance, but her presence is striking. My heart races. To cover it up, I twirl the pen between my fingers. I love history, but my mind orbits around her, like Saturn’s rings.

The class progresses. The teacher starts discussing the French Revolution:

— It was a period of great transformations, beginning in 1789, that overthrew the monarchy and established a republic.

Lost in thought, I raise my hand and, without thinking, blurt out:

— Hansol, are you a witch?

Lily looks at me, and for a moment, I don’t know if she’s going to laugh or punch me. But then, with a playful smile, she responds:

— How could I have powers, Eddie Munson?

— You’re the Master of Magicians, disappearing into the air! — I laugh, enjoying our little game.

— Got a partner for the history project? — She asks, her voice soft.

— Sure... — I murmur, seriously, just to confuse her.

Her smile fades.

— Who?

— Me and... Nosferatu. He seems like a cool guy.

She laughs.

— Nice company. But should we do it together?

I give her an “okay” sign, and Lily sits next to me. My heart races. This girl has the gift of awakening my most authentic side.

The teacher continues her explanation, but Lily’s attention drifts. She nudges me, a little lost in the subject.

— Are those... papyri? — I ask, pointing to the book, teasing.

— No, I’ll find my way through this subject. — She smiles, and I can’t resist the sarcasm.

— Let me save you from Vecna. Who better than a repeat student to guide you through the dark valley of history?

— Don’t be cruel! — She grumbles. — I’ve been part of the repeat student club, Eddie.

Her laugh wraps around my mind and heart.

When she drags her chair closer, I feel the impact like a lightning bolt. The attraction between us is almost tangible.

The rest of the class passes in a blur of history and teasing. With each minute, I’m more certain that I’d do anything to get to know her better.

Before, I was just a rude kid. Now, enchanted by this Galadriel, everything has changed.

While Lily and I exchange intense glances, Jamie, the unwanted one, decides to interfere with a pathetic pickup line.

— Your eyes are as clear as diamonds, cutie!

Lily raises an eyebrow, unphased.

— My eyes are shadowy orbs.

I burst into laughter, impressed.

— Direct. But let’s face it, Jamie deserved it.

— Really? I didn’t even realize I demolished the guy’s arguments. — She shrugs, looking back at me.

— UNBELIEVABLE! JAMIE GOT REJECTED FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME! — Stiles proclaims, drawing laughter from the class.

The teacher, oblivious to the chaos, continues correcting last week’s exams.

— Jay never deserved pickup lines. I do. Mechanic ones work... — I provoke, and Lily laughs.

My heart beats fast. Before, cold as the glaciers of Antarctica, now it’s hotter than Mount Vesuvius.

Jamie sighs, trying to ease his embarrassment.

— I see you hate me... But how about studying with me, cutie?

Lily gives a sly smile.

— I’m not a superhero... And I already have a study partner.

Jamie crosses his arms.

— Who?

She adjusts her bangs and answers without hesitation:

— Eddie.

My name on her lips makes my cheeks burn like they’re crossing Mordor. My heart races like an out-of-control train.

Faced with rejection, Jamie gives up on further attempts. Clearly, he doesn’t know how to flirt without hurting his own dignity.

— You lost, Jamie. Eddie’s the stud of the girls. — Stiles mocks.

I roll my eyes, feeling the weight of Lily’s gaze on me.

— Look, I only agreed to help Lily, it wasn’t because of interest...

Jamie tries to convince himself that he still has a chance, but Lily denies him so directly that he looks like he’s been shocked by electricity.

— Why do you do this with every girl I talk to? — I grumble.

— Because you’ve got charm, Eddie. — Takamori comments, amused.

— So what?!

Silence. Everyone stares at me as if I gave a dramatic speech about honor and chivalry. Lily, on the other hand, just watches me from the corner of her eye, memorizing every reaction of mine.

Her eyes widen when they meet mine. There’s something in them that disarms me.

— I didn’t make a mistake by treating you like a queen... But you like calling me Chewbacca just to annoy me.

— Chewbacca? — Stiles laughs.

— Wasn’t there a more affectionate nickname for him? — Takamori asks.

— It’s because of his hair. — Lily jokes, caressing my curls.

I almost purr.

— I thought it was because of Munson’s apocalyptic laugh. — Takamori mocks.

Jamie, always annoying, plays a Chewbacca video on YouTube.

Lily furrows her brow, as if she wants to protect me.

— Munson’s laugh is like an orca with a dinosaur. — Jamie teases.

I give him a judging look.

— It’s not! When he laughs, it’s cute. Cuter than when he’s serious. — Lily confesses, covering her mouth.

I stay quiet, just absorbing that.

— What?! Eddie didn’t get mad? Oh, it’s going to rain! — Jamie dramatizes.

My silence speaks for itself.

---

I try to pretend that the chemistry between us doesn’t exist. It’s hard to believe that anyone could fall for Eddie Munson... But something tells me that Lily is also suppressing what she feels.

She breaks the silence, staring at me with a cute look.

— About the study book... Did you bring it, Eddie?

— Unfortunately, no. I forgot.

•••

— Alright! Lucky for me, I brought mine. — She holds up the book. — Let’s see... Around 1789, it was a time of great transformations. This period overthrew the monarchy and established the republic. There was the Bastille, the National Constituent Assembly, and the Legislative Assembly...

— I was going to teach you history, but now I feel like an amoeba next to you, Hansol...

— Don’t say that. Oh, and there was that thing about the First Estate: clergy; Second: nobility; and Third: the people. I remember King Louis XVI tried to flee France.

— Lily, you’re almost Einstein!

— It’s not that hard. But I already made a summary, look. — She slides her finger across the notebook. — Here, the phases of the Revolution: National Assembly, Constituent, Legislative, then the Jacobin Terror. On this other side, the Directory and Napoleon Bonaparte. Here, the political groups: Jacobins and Girondins. Below, the society divided into clergy, nobility, and the people. And a few other things.

I look at it, overwhelmed and surprised by her organization.

— Lost, sailor? — She mocks.

I don’t dare respond. Better let her tell me everything.

— I wrote it down here. Beginning and Storming of the Bastille: 1789. The Revolution begins with protests against the economic crisis and the absolute power of the king. In July, the people invade the Bastille prison, a symbol of tyrannical government. Constitutional Monarchy: 1789 to 1792. France becomes a constitutional monarchy, limiting the king’s powers...

She takes a small pause, flips through the book, and continues:

— Republic and Reign of Terror: 1792 to 1794. The monarchy is overthrown, and France becomes a republic. During this violent period, led by Robespierre, many are executed, including King Louis XVI. Directory: 1795 to 1799. Governed by five directors, but with lots of corruption and economic crises...

— Now that’s what I call a good explanation!

— I just organized the events. Oh, and Napoleon’s coup: 1799. He takes power, ends the Revolution, and changes French history.

— Lily Hansol, you’re dangerous. A smart woman, well-versed in history. The full dream girl package. — I comment without thinking.

— I’m not a genius, rocker. I just don’t want to get stuck in this subject for years...

The silence lingers for a moment. Lily continues:

— Jacobins were radicals. They wanted fast changes and used a lot of violence against opponents. Led by Robespierre, they were the main ones responsible for the Reign of Terror.

— And the Girondins?

— Moderates. They wanted slower changes, with less violence. They represented the bourgeoisie but were persecuted by the Jacobins.

— Do you know the year Louis XVI was executed, Eddie?

— 1793?

She nods, satisfied.

— And Robespierre? He was executed too, wasn’t he?

— He was. Coup of 9 Thermidor. He gave a speech on July 26, 1794, was arrested the next day, and executed on July 28.

I look in shock at the graph in her notebook, trying to process everything.

— The Storming of the Bastille represented the end of absolutism and the beginning of the revolutionary era. — I comment, feeling more confident now.

— Look at you, you’re not such a fool after all, Eddie.

— And you’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met. — I confess, getting lost in those almond-colored eyes.

— Thanks! — She smiles, shyly. — I got stuck on the French Revolution and ended up diving deeper into it.

— I’ll never stop thinking you’re genius. After this lesson, I think I don’t even need weed anymore!

— Well, it’s an honor to guide hobbits like Gandalf. — She jokes.

We pack up our things, and Lily writes something on my sheet.

"I think you're cool, but stop smoking so much weed, rocker."

"Come on, redhead?"

"Smoking is bad! :("

"Can’t I take a puff behind the school? Too bad, I’ll stick to my schedule with Mary Jane!"

"Who?"

"A green girl, wears leaves in her hair..."

"Metaphor? You’re not normal!"

"Proud to be part of the normal tribe!"

"I’m not complaining. Your life, your rule."

"Then decide."

"What?"

"Whether you’re going out with me or not. ;)"

She leaves me speechless.

I draw a heart with little horns at the end of the sheet and scribble:

"You’re annoying with that intellectual pose, but I like you, elf. Of course, friendly-like..."

I don’t show anything on the outside. On the inside, though, there’s a sweet, enjoyable chaos.

I freeze for a moment, unable to process the conversation. Did she say that to comfort me? Her sincere look makes me believe so.

— I’ve learned enough, but I’d love to learn more...

Before Lily can respond, a paper ball hits my head.

— Damn, who was the idiot? — I growl, gritting my teeth.

No one responds. But I see Stiles signaling. I ignore him.

— Are you the son of the CEO of perfumes, Demeritus Munson? — Lily deduces, analyzing me.

— Another fan? Oh, how wonderful...

She laughs.

— Have they ever told you that you look like a character from a rock movie?

— Want to take a guess?

— Wayne’s World. And I bet you like Jack Black. School of Rock?

— Do you like Stephen King? — I ask out of nowhere.

— Here’s Johnny!

— You know, Eddie, I was scared of the Thriller music video. But not as much as I was scared of the Pink Floyd video... they look like clay... — She stops, as if receiving a flash of sensory memory.

— The Wall? — I deduce. — It’s a pretty heavy movie.

— Never had the courage to watch it...

— It’s intense. But... you look like a bat. — I grab a strand of her hair, caress it, and let go.

— Why? — Lily tilts her head, confused.

Didn’t she pull away from the touch?

— You’re observant. Bats emit high-frequency sounds, like a radar... I can’t explain the divine nature of this mammal...

— That was cute... — She realizes I’m just trying to be kind.

— It’d be funny if your breakfast was bat wings! Have you ever thought of that, Lily?

— If it was for survival... Ozzy bit the head off a bat in eighty-two. Iconic, but inhuman!

---

It surprises me how much she looks like me. Almost a reflection. The way she knows heavy metal gossip, how she studied the history of rock...

— Is that real? — A voice behind us. — Did Ozzy really eat the bat? What a crazy guy!

— Yes! He said it was the most normal thing he’s ever done! — Linda responds, excited like a true heavy metal fan.

She gives me space to continue:

— He also ate a dove. I don’t remember if it was before or after the bat...

— The order of the factors doesn’t change the result. Anyway, you shouldn’t eat animals!

— And you don’t eat chicken? Or are you vegan? — I tease, laughing.

— Part of me is mentally vegan...

— Damn, Lily! It’s hard to argue with you like this. — I pretend to be annoyed.

Later.

— Hm... You didn’t go to the infirmary to check that nose? It’s bleeding. — I examine, concerned.

Offering help... a true miracle for me.

— It’s nothing. It’ll stop soon, okay, Dr. Munson?

— You wanna die, girl? — I widen my eyes.

She just stares at me, head down. I grab the kit and separate the items between the band-aids.

— You care about strangers...

I shake my head.

— Hey, do you mind if I put the band-aid on? I don’t like seeing you hurt.

When I cover the wound, I notice her legs shaking.

Okay. Signs that I should back off.

— Why do you take care of me, Eddie Munson? — She asks, a blush rising on her cheeks.

— I don’t see a problem in covering up an ugly wound...

— You’re sweet. An angel who fell to Earth...

— I’m sorry to say, little one... — I give a crooked smile. — I’m not an angel. I’m a demon in the shape of one.

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[bowiebond]

TW dubcon/mention of SA? (Ace character who doesn’t know they’re ace is belittled into sex — it doesn’t go into detail)

Jason never realising he’s asexual until he marries a girl and goes “oh fuck I waited until marriage like a good Christian boy, but I’m supposed to do the deed now…”

He holds off as long as possible. Makes excuses. Until it’s been months and his wife snaps at him.

“What, is your dick broken or something?! Am I not attractive enough for you? I married you in hopes of having an easy well off life with children that I could put my love into and you can’t even give me that?!”

Jason relents. He has pride and he wants to hold onto it and…well, it’s uncomfortable. It feels nice, physically, but he can’t focus on the pleasure when his skin is crawling, his stomach churning.

She’s gorgeous. Beautiful, really. He knew that. He doesn’t understand why his body doesn’t.

She doesn’t make him do it again for a while. Waits a few weeks but when there’s no positive test, she asks him to try again.

It takes four tries before she falls pregnant, and Jason is relieved. She’s gotten her baby. She doesn’t need him for anything more than a paycheck and a father now. She seems happy with that; he’s come to realise she never loved him. It explained the quick engagement. He had been swept up in his desire for a girlfriend, a wife who he’d come home to and kiss on the cheek and maybe watch a movie with that he never considered that maybe she didn’t want that too.

It feels like a break up, Jason thinks. He’s only been through one before with his highschool sweetheart, Chrissy.

Jason wonders if maybe he’s gay. It’s a thought that makes his gut clench and his throat tighten up. Hell, he even tries to watch some stuff. It does little to nothing for him. He stares hours at his screen, switching between pornos, straight and gay and even lesbian, but nothing strikes him as appealing. He half-considers the videos where men would pet their kneeling boys, interested in the gentle flushes it would induce, but it didn’t stir anything that made his dick hard. It just made his heart race, really, the intimacy of it.

He decides he’s not gay. Just…fundamentally broken. Or maybe he had been born for priesthood, celibate for life. Fuck, that sounded like a good life to him.

So he does it. He joins the priesthood. He’s married, sure, but it’s an easy excuse to why he can’t sleep with her anymore. He’s devoted to this way of life, he told her. To God. And he was. He had grown up looking towards the sky.

After a year, she divorces him. It’s hard, and rocky, but she finds a new man within two years who she actually does love.

He gets a son anyway, Joseph, even if he only sees him three days out of the week and he’s unable to stay the night most days because his mother is clingy regarding her baby. The few times he does get his boy for the night, he curls the five year old into his chest and reads him storybooks until he nods off, all chubby cheeks and tousled blond hair like his father.

He hopes he never grows up. Never gets bigger. Because one day he won’t want to share a bed with his father, be held by him, or even visit because he had his stepdad in the picture and his ex-wife has snippy comments on her tongue about him at the ready always.

But he gets older. Of course he does. Joseph is thirteen when he begs Jason to take him to see a metal band.

“I know, ‘it’s the devils music’, but they’re really good, Dad. Can’t you just do this for me, for once? Mom won’t let me go without an adult and she refuses to go with me. Or let David.” His stepdad. Joseph scowls as he spits the name. David isn’t all that bad, but he refuses to argue with his wife, and it gets on the boys nerves. Jason’s also aware there’s a bit of favouritism when it came to Joseph and their other two kids, Lauren and Peter.

Jason can’t say no. Not when his son is obviously being slighted instead of just being told no by his mother. She could be a real petty woman at times. What did Jason ever see in her?

“Fine.”

“Yes! Thank you, dad!” Joseph is buzzing the rest of the week, even offering to pay for his fathers ticket out of his saved up pocket money since Jason hadn’t been keen, but like hell was he taking his kids money.

“Keep it, ‘Seph. Buy yourself a shirt or something from the concert instead, okay?” Jason ignores that it’s a petty move on his end too. He knows his ex-wife will chuck a fit at their son wearing heavy metal merch, but the idea delights Jason. The satisfaction would be better than sex by tenfold. He would know.

Jason almost regrets coming when he sees the crowd. They’re all draped in black with wildly coloured hair and he feels like a sore thumb with his baby blue polo and white cardigan tied around his shoulders, blond hair swept back. He also feels a tad old for the crowd, but he sees a few men and women much older than him, so at least he knew he wasn’t the only grown up.

God. A priest at a heavy metal concert. What a scenario.

“Dad, dad, they’re coming on stage, oh my god.” Joseph is jumping on his toes, trying to see over the crowd and Jason, who never dropped his strict regime, figured he could chance one evening of carrying a barely teen on his shoulders. Joseph almost falls at first and laughs when Jason clamps down his hands. He’s heavier than he used to be and it makes Jason’s heart (and shoulders) ache.

He squinted over the heads to look at the stage and found himself feeling a strange sense of familiarity as a shaggy dark haired man in black and chains walked onto stage, taking the microphone in hand.

“How’re my undead fans going? You all still alive?” The crowd roared, including Joseph, and it made Jason wince at the volume. The leads voice is nice though, low and just a tad rough around the edges. “Any newbies in the crowd? First show with us?” Joseph cheered along with a few others and the lead laughed.

He pointed at Joseph, the easiest one to spot with his blond hair and elevated height.

“Good to see some fresh faces. Little white sheep here needs a shirt, seriously, you look like you’re about to puke from excitement, kid.”

“I love you, Eddie Munson!” Joseph screamed and Jason’s eyes widened in shock, jaw going slack. He almost dropped Joseph before gripping tighter.

Prays be to God.

Eddie cackled, almost falling with how low he leant back. He swung back up with a weird grace to him, hair swinging forward with the force. He stomped towards the edge and pointed harder at him.

“You — you, kid, you buy a shirt and I’ll fuckin’ sign it, you got spirit, squirt!” He spun around, still laughing as he grabbed the microphone stand. He looked over his shoulder after a moment with wide eyes. “Apologises to the parental figure. But coarse language is advised.” He grinned and grabbed his guitar with flourish, tossing the strap over his head.

“Enough talk, let’s fuckin’ let loose.” The lights shut off with a scream from fans before red bled onto the stage, fog curling around Eddie’s shadowed figure, three more figures making themselves known behind instruments.

“Let’s knock open our Coffin, boys.” The purr rumbles through the speakers, followed by a low vibrating note that makes Jason’s breath hitch and hair stand on end.

The concert is a blur. Jason had taken a few songs to get used to the volume, but he couldn’t lie. They were good. With the crowd, with their instruments — Eddie’s voice could go from warm honey to gruff, animalistic almost, within moments. It was an experience, that was for sure.

“I have to get a shirt, dad. He said he’d sign it. You think he really will?” Joseph is shaking all over and Jason is only mildly concerned. He’s pretty sure he’s shaking too, but it’s in a good way?

“I’m sure he will.” Jason decides he should probably avoid going backstage with his son. Eddie and him hadn’t been…friendly. Less than. Jason had thought Eddie annoying as all hell and he’s pretty sure Eddie hated his guts.

Unfortunately, Joseph’s too young to go backstage alone according to the bodyguard.

“Please, dad? It’ll only be a few minutes, I promise, this is a once in a life time. I’ll never ask for anything ever again!” He begs and Jason had already folded to his whims when he said please.

Seeing Eddie up close is staggering. Makes his heart stop and start and sputter like an old car. When Eddie looks at him, he knows he’s put a name to the face in moments.

“Carver?”

Joseph’s eyes widen as he looks between Eddie and his father.

“Munson.” He greets back. Joseph’s mouth fell open in shock.

“You know Eddie Munson, dad?” There’s stars in his sons eyes and Jason wants to kick his younger self in the rear for being a dick to Eddie because now his son is going to reap what he sowed in his youth.

“I…We went to school together.” He thinned his lips and Eddie was watching him intensely. It made his cheeks hot. He had never been able to hide his embarrassment or shame with how pale he was.

“You haven’t changed.” Eddie remarked, eyeing his outfit with a smirk. Jason bristled at his words.

“And I see you’re still a—“ A scowl was growing but it fell apart when his son spoke.

“You were friends with Eddie Munson, dad?! Oh my god, I can’t believe this, this is the best day of my life! My boring priest dad was friends with a rockstar!” Joseph’s voice cracked, squeaky like every boy starting puberty. Jason’s heart plummeted. Anxiety swirled in his gut as he realised he was about to disappoint his only child, opening his lips to refute his claim.

“Oh, yeah, totally, little dude.” Eddie interjects, grinning. “We go wayyyy back. Best friends, really.” It was a bold faced lie and even his band mates seemed to agree it was a total farce from the looks on their faces, ranging from bewilderment to eye rolling exhaustion.

“Why did you stop being friends then?” Joseph frowned.

“I got busy with my career, obviously!” Eddie gestured to their surroundings. “I didn’t have a lot of time to phone and catch up. Totally my bad, really.” Holy shit, he was really going the full mile on this one. Jason wasn’t sure whether to applaud him or not.

Joseph elbowed his fathers side and looked at him expectantly.

“Maybe you should get back in contact so you have some actual friends. Ones that are cool.” He barely whispered it and Jason’s ears burned.

“I have friends. Everybody at church is my friend, Joseph.” He snipped out between clenched teeth, glaring at his son who scoffed. When had he become such a snarky kid? He used to be so sweet.

“That doesn’t count.”

“I’m too busy, Joseph.”

“You don’t even do anything when I don’t visit—“

“I do so—“

“Yeah but not like, a lot—“

“Hey, quit punching your old man while he’s down. You should know better.” Eddie laughed, pinching at the blond boys Corroded Coffin tee that he had thrown on over the top of his other shirt. “Come here, let me sign this thing. I’ll even add in a Polaroid you can frame.” He winked and Joseph’s eyes sparkled.

“Please!”

“So he has manners when he wants something.” Jason muttered. Eddie grinned and pulled Joseph closer, signing the shirt with his name. He called over his bodyguard to take a photo. Jason stood off to the side awkwardly, waiting to leave.

“C’mon, you too, old pal.” Eddie pulls him in last second and Jason’s pretty sure his wide eyes will be immortalised on his sons dresser, along with the blonds mused fringe flipped up against Eddie’s frizzy dark locks. He looks ridiculous, he bemoans to himself as each member autographs the Polaroid.

“Okay, come on, we have to head home now or your mother will throw a fit.” Jason ushers Joseph to say his goodbyes.

“Tell your wife I said hi, Carver.” Eddie drolls on his way out and Jason huffs.

“She’s not my wife.” And he was glad for it.

Just as they made for the door, Jason felt a hand on his wrist. He jumps and nearly trips over his own damn feet when Eddie tugs his arms around to expose his forearm, squiggling down several digits with his tongue peeking out between his lips, concentrated.

Jason tugged his arm away with his heartbeat in his ears when Eddie caught his eye, grinning.

“Call me sometime. You know. To catch up.” He winked and Jason was thrown for a moment at the gesture.

“Uh…sure.” He cleared his throat and left quickly with Joseph who was gushing about the fact that his father had Eddie Munson’s phone number.

Jason doesn’t intend to call it. So he doesn’t. It’s two weeks later and he’s happy to forget all about the meeting when a familiar face walks right through his church doors.

“What’re you doing here?” He hissed quietly, making his way down the aisle. It was after his service, so there wasn’t anybody except Thomson, who always stayed an extra hour to pray alone. His wife was going through a hard battle with cancer, so Jason never disturbed him. Sometimes, he’d even pray with him, or before bed, he’d pray on his behalf.

“Checking if I burn when I enter holy ground.” Eddie mimicked his whisper, a crooked grin on his lips and hands stuffed in the pockets of his tight black pants. “Seems I’m still safe after fifteen years.”

“How did you even know this was my church?” Jason looked back towards Thomson and huffed, leading Eddie back out of the door and closing it behind them. He wasn’t going to disturb the poor man. “Are you stalking me or something?”

“Your son told me.” Eddie shrugged and Jason blinked a few times.

“How did my son tell you?”

“You didn’t use my number, but he sure did.” Eddie smirked and Jason’s face burned with realisation. Joseph must have memorised the number on his forearm. That sneaky brat.

“I’m so sorry.” He sighed. “He’s a good kid but he’s nosy at the worst times. Gets it from his mother. I’m sure you have plenty of things to be doing instead of entertaining a thirteen year old.”

Eddie snorted.

“Kid worships the ground I walk on. I’m happy to entertain him.” There was a long pause between them, and Jason hated how cool Eddie seemed with it. Jason could never stand the quiet.

“I’m…also sorry about high school.” He forced the words past his lips. He was, to a degree, sorry. He had been a douchebag. His years in service had humbled him greatly, especially with how many folks he met from different walks of life. Becoming a priest had made him reevaluate a lot about himself.

Eddie was still a prick though. He had antagonised Jason just as much back then, even if Jason had had the popularity to back him unlike Eddie.

“Honestly? Me too. We were stupid, teenage dicks.” Eddie conceded and Jason rolled his eyes.

“You were a freak though.”

“And you were a preppy shitstain jock.”

They stared at each other, and after a long silence, Jason’s lip quirked up.

“Forgive and forget?”

“Something tells me if I don’t say yes now, I’ll have to say a dozen Hail Mary’s instead later.”

“Only half a dozen. I can be nice.” Jason shrugged and Eddie cackled, head thrown back.

“God, Carver, man, I never thought this would be how we met again. A priest. I mean, it makes sense, you bible thumper.” He teased, trying to hook a finger under the white band of his collar. Jason smacked his hand away with a huff.

“My church is about sharing Gods teachings and Jesus’ love with people who want it. I wouldn’t call myself a bible thumper. That implies I’m out rallying against gay marriage and abortions in my free time. I don’t care what folks outside my church do. I learnt that early on.”

“Oh wow. You’re all ‘love thy neighbour’, huh?” Eddie seemed genuinely surprised. “Not gonna stone a whore in the front yard?”

“Gosh no!” Jason put a hand to chest, appalled. “If she finds pleasure in flesh, good for her, but I will pass. And perhaps advise her to be safe. And evaluate why she prefers one night stands to a healthy, long term relationship with an active partner and plentiful sex.” He crossed his arms with a shrug of his shoulders and brows.

Eddie laughed. Full belly laughed, bent at the knees and wheezing a little.

“Oh my god! You’re literally — full one-eighty! You’re a whole new guy! This is…god, this is kind of hilarious.”

“You didn’t change, from what I’m seeing.” Jason mused. Eddie grinned.

“Nah. I mean, I grew up, had to to be in the biz long term, but I’m still everybody’s favourite freak.” He joked with a good-natured shrug.

“And now you’re standing outside my church.”

“The kid is convinced we have to reconnect. Be friends again.” Eddie chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m a sucker for kids, man. Can’t disappoint them.”

“Do you have any?”

“Nah. I mean — I could have.” Eddie admitted shyly. “Didn’t work out. Got too wrapped up in my career, couldn’t settle. And groupies, try as they might to convince you I hooked up with them, and knocked them up; I didn’t.”

“Why not?” Jason quirked a brow. “Isn’t that the big things with rockstars? Drugs, music and women?”

Eddie barked a laugh.

“Drugs? Some hard stuff in my youth. Some weed when I need to mellow out during a writing sesh. Music? Ear-aching amount. But I’m proud of it. As for women…” He leaned in closer, voice low as he spoke. “Not really my type.” He pulled back with thin lips and Jason’s heart thumped harder in his chest, his collar feeling too tight.

“I told you. I don’t judge people. Only the Creator can.” He looked up at the clear blue sky. “And he doesn’t make mistakes.” He assured softly and Eddie smiled. “So…you’re gay.”

“Not exactly.” Eddie shrugged, looking a bit shy. “Not really interested in anybody. Not in that way.”

Jason frowned.

“Is that why you aren’t married?” Despite his many rings, Eddie’s left ring finger was bare. “You don’t…can’t love anyone?”

“I do. I can.” Eddie affirmed. “Just, uh, not interested in showing it through…physical means.”

It clicked in Jason’s head then. His eyes widened, lips parted in surprise.

“I see.”

“Must suck. Being a priest. Celibacy and all.” Eddie suddenly said, shifting his stance to something faux-casual. Trying to move the subject off himself and his lack of desire.

“Not really. It’s why I went into it.” Jason admitted, Eddie’s confession making him feel brazen.

“You went into priesthood for…the abstinence?” Eddie frowned, squinting in confusion.

“Well, I had faith, and I was in a marriage I was unhappy in. She had the child she wanted. It seemed like a good option at the time. I’m glad I did it, actually.”

“Wait, just let me— are you…” Eddie gestured vaguely and Jason smirked.

“I’m not gay. I’m not really straight either. I…don’t desire sex. At all.”

“You have a son.” Eddie reminded, like Jason didn’t know.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but…I’m glad I had him, even if I wasn’t comfortable making him.” Jason truly meant that. Joseph was his pride and joy.

“So you’re asexual too?”

“Asexual?” Jason frowned. “Like a plant?”

“No, you, uh…you’re not attracted to anyone. Physically.”

“No.” Jason’s brows furrowed. “There’s a word for that?”

“Yeah.” Eddie chuckled. “There’s a lot of words for a lot of things. I am curious though; do you like anybody romantically?”

Jason thought about it. He had thought he loved his ex-wife. He knew he had loved Chrissy before they spilt. He had had plenty of crushes as a kid and even in his years as a priest, he had pined for two women, and a man for a brief time.

“My heart doesn’t discriminate.” He decided with a soft blush. Eddie grinned.

“I feel you there.”

They stared at each other a long moment and Jason’s heart only raced faster, all too aware of it. Eddie offered him a dazzling smile. The show stopping kind.

“Maybe we should hang out. Properly. I’m pretty sure the little dude is already bragging to all his friends about his uber cool dad anyway.”

“I’m only ‘uber cool’ dad when you’re mentioned.” Jason clicked his tongue. Eddie smirked.

“Obviously. I’m the uber cool part, you’re the dad.”

Jason rolled his eyes with a shake of his head, trying to hide his smile. He was doing a poor job of it.

It took him thirty five years to realise he was asexual, but it took him thirty six to realise he was in love with Eddie Munson.

Go figure. The Lord really did work in mysterious ways, huh?

[wintersoldierslover]

my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series - two-parter

40s  -  The Winter Soldier  -  Avenger  -  TFATWS

dbf!bucky  -  brother’s bff  -  bff’s brother

neighbour  -  housewife reader

lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard

priest bucky  -  college

football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer

professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop

coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal

other AUs  -  taboo

moodboard  -  deactivated:(

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson  -  all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove  -  jason carver  -  mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov  -  jim hopper

robin buckley  -  nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward  -  Topper Thorton

John B.  -  Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff  -  Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova

Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange

Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 

Moon knight  -  Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson  -  Druig

Eddie Brock  -  Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara  -  Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black  -  Remus Lupin 

James Potter  -  Poly!Marauders

Lily potter  -  Cedric Diggory

George Weasley  -  Fred Weasley

Severus Snape  -  Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam  -  aonung  -  lo’ak

rotxo  -  kiri  -  spider

jake sully  -  neytiri  -  tsu’tey

tonowari  -  ronal  -  colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster  -  Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe  -  Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams  -  Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton  -  Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller  -  Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson  -  Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake  -  Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria)  -  Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez  -  Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy  -  Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent  -  Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk  -  Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick  -  Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan  -  Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower  -  Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey  -  Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy  -  Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -  Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley  -  Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen  -  Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler  -  Tangerine

Rhett Abbott  -  Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay)  -  Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit)  -  James Maguire (Derry Girls)

Jake Peralta  -  Nick Miller  -  Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker  -  Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada  -  Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish  -  AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

[whoahoney]

hi ml, I’m not sure if you’re taking requests! but I’ve seen a few people request work from you. if not that’s totally fine and I’m sorry for the inconvenience! but I have this imagine in my head😭

eddie x best friend, they get tickets to some rock/metal concert (you pick:)) & she gets insanely jealous when she finds him making out with some chick in the pit, so then she finds a random guy to flirt with in the pit, and it all goes downhill from there, then he finally confronts her abt it & they both sorta confess mid arguement😭 I feel like that’s such an Eddie thing to do. “I love you you stupid ass fucking bitch”💀

You’re so lovely, thank you for this!! 😭 this helped my writers block 💖 I’m a sucker for friends to lovers!

Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: Eddie and Y/n face difficulties and repressed feelings in the pit of a Judas Priest concert.

Content Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), fem!reader, drug use (they high asf), toxic friends to lovers, language, angst/comfort, reader pushes Eddie around a lot out of anger but nothing wild, PDA in the pit, groping

Part 2

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Eddie and Y/n had spent the last 3 1/2 hours in the freezing cold, waiting in line for the pit to open at the Judas Priest Concert in Indianapolis. The friends had saved for months to be able to purchase tickets, Priest being apart of the foundation of their friendship.

The two met at the beginning of high school; both outcast for their shared love of a darker aesthetic and louder music, and soon finding solace within one another one rainy day when Jason Carver broke her tape and Eddie happened to notice it was Judas Priest. He quickly offered to give her his own copy, which she happily accepted.

It wasn’t long before the two developed feelings for each other; sneaking glances, hiding the dirtiest thoughts that floated around in their brains when they were alone together in each other’s rooms, not to mention the jealousy they’d feel when seeing the other pay any attention to a member of the opposite sex.

Y/n had gotten used to Eddie’s easy way with words around the girls at the bars in the city they frequented, both of them having their ways to combat the green monster. Eddie had yet to get used to guys offering to buy drinks for his crazy beautiful and dorky best friend and wrap their arms around her front to keep her close to their chests; the way he’d wanted to forever.

Most times they went out resulted in bickering and tension for unknown or unspoken reasons; Eddie getting upset about creepy dudes touching his friend and loudly breaking it up, or Y/n seething in the corner with a whiskey in hand as Eddie leaned closer to some blonde at the bar, only noticing his friends displeasure when she paid her tab and obnoxiously reached into his pants pocket for his keys without a word to him or a glance to the girl he was entertaining.

Of course he’d always go after her, but not without exchanging words.

‘What is your fuckin problem?’

‘Every time we go out you always gotta—‘

‘So you like weird dudes looking at you like that? You think they wanna take you home to mom, really? Think again!’

‘You and sluts, Eddie, what the fuck is up with that?’

‘You could do so much better!’

Always ending with

‘I’m sorry…’

‘I just wanna protect you’

‘You only deserve the best.’

‘I wouldn’t be with anyone that had a problem with our friendship’

‘You’re my best friend’

So the last couple months consisted mostly of the two staying in at their own places, ordering take out, watching movies, and of course smoking and drinking. The evenings they didn’t get together they typically shared a phone call after work, most of the time during dinner.

Y/n would giggle at Eddie’s garbled speech over the phone as he shoveled Chinese noodles into his mouth, ranting about the disappointing ending of his latest novel and listing the ways he could’ve made it better.

Eddie enjoyed hearing Y/n’s stories of her days spent taking classes at the community college, slowly but surely crawling her way to a degree while only doing part time. He enjoyed hearing her spill endlessly about her major, learning from her the more she spoke and reveling in the passionate way she described it all.

They hadn’t been able to hang out in a couple weeks, phone calls coming by more frequently than their physical beings, but this meant the time spent together the day of the concert would be even more fun and special.

Until the cold front moved in.

The two didn’t mind getting closer, playing thumb war as a poor excuse to hold hands. It wasn’t long after that until the doors opened and the two held onto each other tightly, heading through security just fine until they hit the pit.

They bumped and cursed their way through as rogue fans went in hard with elbows. They got about midway before the wiggle room ended, though they were satisfied with their view of the middle of the stage. Eddie looked down at his best friend and smiled fondly at her.

Her eye makeup tonight reminded him of the way she used to do it when they first became friends, thick and dark on the top and bottom lash line, a little smokey on the edges.

She caught his stare and blushed a deep pink before averting her eyes, “What is it? Is my makeup already fucked? Lipstick on my teeth?” She flashed her front teeth as he chuckled and shook his head.

She quickly ran her tongue over her teeth and crinkled her brow in confusion. “Did you take your edible already?” She giggled as they shuffled forward.

“Pfft, no.” He lied.

Y/n rolled her eyes, knowingly.

“If we’re playing that game, I didn’t either.” She stuck out her blue tinted tongue from the gummies they shared. Eddie chuckled and stuck his own out, the matching blue patch sitting in the middle of his tongue.

Y/n shivered at the thought of his mouth tasting the exact same as hers did at this moment. She saw the couples surrounding them, guys holding their girls to their sides or fronts protectively, the way she wanted to be held by Eddie so badly. There was a couple times the instances occurred though it was always after drinks and under jealous pretenses.

It wasn’t real.

Eddie was just protective. Maybe a little territorial. But Y/n didn’t mind it. If anything she wished he would indulge in it more.

By the time the show started, the lights began flashing brilliant purple, blue, and yellow, the crowd was roaring so loud the space between Eddie and Y/n was quiet enough to speak.

“C’mon, follow me, we’ll get closer.” He nodded, spotting a way through a couple gaps. He stepped quickly without grabbing her hand properly—used to her being hot on his heels, when suddenly a girl cut her off midway, following Eddie through the gaps and disappearing as the crowd closed in.

“Eddie! Eddie Munson!” She called, jumping up to try to spot the usually easy to find mop of curls, but lamented when she realized there were a million of them now. She went the way she last saw him go, calling for him the whole way and searching for him in a sea of people who held no interest in her personal space or search for her friend.

“Eddie Munson, you fucking bastard!” She cursed, ducking through wandering hands and bitchy looks while their favorite songs played. She felt tears prickling at her eyes as her limbs became heavy from swimming against the current and groaned when she reached a dead end without finding him.

She leaned against the railing for a breather, a stray tear escaping before she gathered her bearings and decided to continue in a new direction. With a breath she turned to look at the stage and spotted the Dio backed vest just a few feet ahead.

Her heart soared, a laugh of relief coming from her as she took a step towards him, when suddenly a woman’s leg wrapped around his side. Y/n now noticed the fingers tangled in his hair as he stumbled backwards towards the railing. The blonde from before attached to his mouth like a sucker fish, though he seemed to be enjoying it.

Y/n stood gaping and cemented as Beyond the Realms of Death played, the song she had hoped to hear the most. She saw the way her fingers curled around his arm, how his roamed down her back and pulled her closer by her leg. Her chest ached when she saw him practically melt against the girl, his rings digging into her bare flesh.

Y/n choked out a sob when the girl moved to his neck, probably sucking a hickey at the crook of it where Y/n had rested her head many times. Eddie cracked his eyes open as he sighed blissfully, meeting her broken gaze as her makeup ran and ran and ran.

His eyes widened, dropping the girls leg from his waist and taking a step towards his friend. “Y/n!” He called as her eyes turned from hurt to pain and then anger within a second. She marched forward, the blonde’s confusion going unnoticed by Eddie as he took bounding steps away.

“Y/n—“His words were silenced with a shove to his chest and a mighty grunt from his friend, directing him into the pit where she originally wanted to be.

“Fuck you!” She spat on her way past him. He caught her arm and spun to her to face him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lose you! Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah, you looked so concerned with your tongue down that bitch’s throat. Save it.” She shrugged away from him.

“Is that what this is about? Oh, come ON. What is your problem? We’re friends, right? Friends help friends get laid, why can’t you just be my friend? Why can’t you let me have anyone?” He cried.

Y/n’s eyes widened as the fucks fled her body, biting back an unhinged smile stretching on her face at his words. To be fair, she probably looked horrifying, but inside of her a switch had flipped and she suddenly felt eerily calm.

“Y’know what, Ed? Don’t worry about me. Have a good fucking show.” She said with a seemingly earnest smile on her face as she wiped the last falling tears and mascara streaks from her cheeks. Before Eddie could manage a response she turned on her heel and made her way deeper into the crowd, tuning into the noise and choosing to deal with her crumbling heart later.

Eddie followed after her, watching the top of her head swerve through the crowd for almost a whole song until he realized the person he’d spotted wasn’t even her to begin with. Worry began to set in as soon as his edible did. “Y/n?” He called, turning in circles as people chastised his tall figure for obstructing the view.

Before he could finish calling her name again, he heard her giggle. He turned, almost sighing in relief at the thought of her just trying to mess with him by playing a short lived game of hide and seek, when he spotted her under the arm of some punk with a head of fiery curls, the two practically touching noses as they sang Love Bites to one another, making daring little touches against one another’s face and hands.

Eddie seethed as the guys arm slipped from her shoulder to her ass, using his other index finger to tilt her chin to meet his lips. Eddie grabbed her hand that was poised to cup the guy’s cheek right before their lips could meet, and jerked her away and into him, barreling towards the back of the pit and ready to leave.

He could hear her shouts of protest though he wasn’t met with any resistance from her as he guided her through the crowd. He led her out of the arena and into the deserted hallway, the roar of the crowd and the muffled wailing of the guitar sounded through the stone walls.

Eddies face was hard with anger, his jaw clenched tightly as he ran a hand down his face. Y/n finally ripped her wrist away and shoved Eddie again, his back hitting the wall—a stifled groan rippled from his chest as he did.

“You’re such a goddamn hypocrite, you know that?” She barked. Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Who’s the real hypocrite here? I can’t have the same reaction you did? You just had to try to—“

“You call that the same reaction? I didn’t even kiss the guy and you made us leave the entire concert but you were almost swallowed by a human goldfish and I can’t be a little upset?” She cried, her eyes betraying her anger by glossing over.

Eddie swallowed thickly. “We were just talking, and-and the crowd made us get really close—She grabbed me, I just didn’t—“

“I don’t care to hear about it.” She dead panned, wiping her face and turning to either walk back into the concert or leave the place entirely, she hadn’t decided.

“Oh my god, yes you fucking do!” He cried, hot tears prickling behind his eyes as his throat closed up, the sight of her walking away from him unbearable.

She spotted the exit at the end of the hall and turned to yell to him. “Yeah, I do, Eddie, just not the way you do!” She shoved through the door carelessly marching into the freezing cold.

She ended up in an ally, a couple dumpsters on either side. Y/n groaned and turned in worried circles as she tried to fight the choking sobs that threatened to escape her. Streams of hot tears poured from her eyes as she crouched down by the trash and pressed her fists into her forehead to relieve the pressure of the heartbreak beating into her head as she heaved.

Suddenly the door shoved open and Eddie stomped out, ready to go down swinging if she fought riding home with him, when his face softened at her broken form on the ground in front of him. She peaked up at him, shooting him a glare right before he yanked her up and pushed her against the wall this time.

“Eddie—“

“No. My turn.” He almost spat, the breath of his words hitting her mouth and nose as he spoke. His hands planted on either side of her head as he caged her in. “I have spent so long trying to show you. Trying to get you to decide—that maybe if we did our own things it’d help. I’m—Every time, Y/n. Every time someone shows interest in me, the first thing I do is compare them to you—to my best friend. My… my perfect best friend.” His voice weakened.

“For a while it felt like-like you were just trying to protect me, like you felt I could do better, but now it’s like you just don’t want anyone to have me, and—and I just can’t understand why??” His voice cracked. “Every time I think we’re going somewhere I hit dead ends and I’m okay with being friends, I’d die before giving that up, but if we’re only friends you can’t—“

“What??” Is all she managed. “What do you-what do you mean—Eddie, you’ve practically kept me at an arms length since you started dating people! But lately, it’s like—ugh!” She exclaimed in exasperation. “It’s felt like maybe you might see me differently—but then you just jump on the first chance you get. At our concert?” She hiccuped and looked to the ground when her vision became too blurry.

“Sweetheart…” He cooed.

“Stop it! I do wanna be friends but it hurts every time we—“

“I love you, you stupid fucking bitch!” He took her face in his hands and spoke over her loudly, gently shaking her with urgency.

Y/n’s eyes widened, a soft gasp leaving her at the confession. Her throat closed a as her brain short circuited, her tears spilling down her cheeks. “I—wha—“

He scoffed and crashed his lips against hers, mouthing at her stunned lips until they melted and moved against him. She let out a whine of relief, perhaps all the years of longing pouring out of her when he opened the floodgates.

She leaned back against the wall, his hands cradling her jaw while his fingers wrap around the nape of her neck, gently clenching the roots of her hair.

Her hands started the same, quickly moving down his neck and roaming his chest. His breath caught noticeably when she wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled him flush against her, raking her nails down his back gently and pulling a sigh from him.

They finally pulled away, though Y/n pressed her head into the side of his neck, the opposite side of where the blonde had spent her time. The two sat in silence, holding one another and trying to form whole sentences and figure out where to go next.

“I love you too… I always have..” She whispered, not missing the sharp inhale of surprise he drew in. “You stupid fucking asshole.” She giggled before pressing a long open mouthed kiss to the side of his neck. Eddies eyes rolled back in his head when she began sucking softly.

He was ripped from his trance when she shoved him away towards the door, grabbing his hand on her way past in his dazed state and tugging him back inside. “But we’ve waited too long for Judas fucking Priest to miss it just for you to fuck me behind a dumpster.” Eddie cackled madly and ran after her.

Part 2

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Taglist 🤍

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𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬

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teenage dirtbag @munsonsreputation

(30.7k) you're a cheerleader at hawkins high and get grouped together with eddie for a chemistry project. your boyfriend jason isn't thrilled and will do anything to "prove" that you and him are the ultimate couple...or so he thinks. 🌷🔒📌📌

menace @retrobutterflies

(4k) telling a guy at a party that you have a boyfriend doesn't seem to deter him. probably because that guy is your boyfriend and you're too drunk to realize. 🌷📌

movie stars @ddejavvu

(5k) distracting jason carver means a lot of flirting, and eddie isn't too happy about seeing his best friend hanging off of the star basketball player. jealousy ensues, but will it ruin your friendship? 🌷🔒📌

grand gesture @appocalipse

catching feelings for your best friend was never in your plans. when you start distancing yourself from him to protect your heart, eddie vows to do everything in his power to keep it forever. 🌷🔒📌

pretty @keeryshouse

(4.5k) three times eddie almost asks you out, and the one time he does. 🌷

like real people do @augustslippedavvay

(1.4k) you’ve known eddie for a few months now, but nearly every day you discover something new about him that breaks your heart and makes you desperate for him to know how much you care for him. 🔒🌷📌

maybe birthdays aren’t so bad @runningmunson

(2.3k) eddie hated his birthday but you didn’t know why. after he finally told you why, you made it your mission to change his mind. 🔒🔒📌

affection @ashwhowrites

eddie doesn't understand this feeling in his stomach. 🔒🌷📌

if you'd taken an arrow (and run it right through me) @iliaclwrites

five times you and eddie pretended not to know each other + one time you didn’t. 🌷📌

can’t you tell? @writingdumpster

(2k) when you go on a date with someone else, eddie gets drunk and you get called to pick him up. 🔒📌

eddie forgets to propose @marymunsonloves

june baby @luveline

(15k) you're a single mom living three trailers down. eddie thinks you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen. queue smiley face oatmeal, grossly misused power tools, desserts on the living room floor, a haircut, and an abundance of nerd metaphors 🌷📌

that boy is mine now @havecourage-darling

(26k) based loosely around avril lavigne’s song sk8r boi (our boy gets his heart broken but lucky for him you’re there to pick up the pieces, strangers-friends-to-lovers, slice of life vibes) 🌷(🔒)

love, hate, and judas priest @eddie-van-munson

eddie munson has hated you ever since you strolled into hellfire wearing the same judas priest shirt as him. but there's a thin line between love and hate. 🌷

hawkins 68.8 @sub-text

(15.9k) when eddie munson starts paying attention to the host of hawkins best radio station, he finds himself transfixed with a mystery. who is radio girl? 🌷🔒📌

ten things i like about you @theonewiththefanfics

(3.1k) there is one rule for Y/N to accept jason carver's advances: if he wants to go out with her, the jock has to name ten things he likes about the resident 'freak' eddie munson. can he do it? 🌷

catch me, cradle me @xbunnysbrainx

eddie grapples with the lingering effects of the upside down on his life, psyche and body. his way of coping may be doing more harm than good, but he’s not entirely ready to change that… until he meets you 🔒

‘broken nose’ kind of protective @kl4us4

eddie loves his uncle - he's almost a father to him. he just hates when he brings his rowdy, disrespectful friends to the trailer park. 🔒

miscommunication @fanficimagery

(4.1k) you practically throw yourself at your best friend, only to be rejected… or were you? 🔒📌

no bone zone @fanficimagery

(4.8k) dustin henderson has a sister who thinks it's unfair his older friends are so attractive. 🌷

the price of a kiss @spiderrrling

(1k) you start trading eddie little nick knacks for kisses 🌷

crushin’ on you @blakcstrrnger

(2k) eddie likes you but lacks an understanding of your personal space 🌷

you callin' me a liar? @sailortongue

(2.5k) eddie tells the boys that he has a girlfriend, but they don't believe him. eddie vows to make them eat their words. 🌷📌 part ii: county (un)fair

you're the reason @eddiemunsonswhxre

you never wanted the night to end like this, but sometimes his insecurities ruin everything. 🔒 part ii: is an apology enough to save a relationship? part iii: (10k+)

say you love me @marianita195

based on the tiktok trend where girls don’t say “i love you” back to their boyfriends. 🌷📎

jealousy @forever-rogue

(2.6k) eddie isn’t a toxic, jealous guy, but he needs reassurance and you are more than happy to give that to him 🌷🔒📌

care of @forever-rogue

(2.4k) eddie’s starting to believe he's actually a freak until he meets someone special who makes him see that he's not. 🌷🔒📌

proving it @harrysweasleys

(1.6k) “stop, please don’t cry.” with eddie munson 🔒

eddie comforts cheerleader!reader after she hits a rabbit @iliaclwrites 🌷📎📌

big brown eyes @corroded-hellfire

(5.6k) you’re a single mom and when you drop your son off at dustin’s while you go to work, you meet his new friend eddie. 🌷 part ii (5k) part iii (7.7k)

eddie's girl @corroded-hellfire

(4.5k) eddie wasn’t aware that you used to date steve harrington. when he finds out after a corroded coffin show, his insecurities get the better of him. 🌷🔒📌

eddie dating a mean cheerleader!reader who's only nice to him @kissitbttr 🌷📎

leave a mark @julesclues

(6.7k) when your father comes back to town looking for trouble, you hurry to get your brother, dustin, to safety. eddie is the only one to volunteer help. 🌷🔒

(5.4k) part ii

[draguta]

.eddie munson | fic recs.

keep reading for my eddie munson fic recs.

💚 smut | 18+ | minors dni

updated: 16/09/2022

.one-shots.

the after party 💚 @munsonsins

| eddie x fem!reader x billy |

bet on me @theonewiththefanfics

there’s a few bets going around: y/n bets everything on the fact that eddie is innocent, eddie still thinks that he’s a coward, and the kids want to know when eddie will finally ask y/n out. and steve…steve is just over it. | eddie x fem!reader |

sunday mornings with you @spiderrrling

| eddie x gn!reader |

love, gate, and judas priest @eddie-van-munson

eddie munson has hated you ever since you strolled into hellfire wearing the same judas priest shirt as him. but there’s a thin line between love and hate. | eddie x fem!reader |

the wrong song @theveryfires

| eddie x fem!reader |

only you 💚 @eagerbby

you and eddie were never meant to be just friends. | eddie x fem!reader |

night moves 💚 @eagerbby

realistically, you can only run from your feelings for so long. being trapped at steve harrington’s lake house with eddie munson during the worst storm of the summer presents an interesting opportunity. | eddie x fem!reader |

dirty, dirty girl 💚 @eddiemunsonswhxre

you were tired of your boyfriend only seeing you as cute and innocent. so for his birthday, you kicked things up a notch. | eddie x fem!reader |

sweet dreams 💚 @killerlookz

just a sweet little blurb about eddie letting reader use him to get off after she has a dirty dream about him. | eddie x fem!reader |

tornado warnings @marvelsswansong

out of all the girls eddie could like, of course he’d pick jason carver’s girlfriend. he kept ignoring the warnings, and now he’s in too deep. | eddie x fem!reader |

gold rush @marvelsswansong

eddie’s known you his whole life. he’s your best friend. in truth, he wants to be your boyfriend - he wants to call you his without it being a joke and to kiss you when you’re sober. but everyone loves you and wants you: he doesn’t like a gold rush. | eddie x fem!reader |

couldn't take you home @peppermint-toads

you get drunk at a party and your ex-boyfriend eddie rescues and takes care of you. | eddie x fem!reader |

bad idea 💚 @peterthepark

one last year. one last hurrah. hawkins high’s yearly senior camping trip is full of sentiment, and full of surprises. eddie definitely did not expect a night of confessions with his best friend, and definitely did not expect to end up naked with her. | eddie x fem!reader |

something extra 💚 @luveline

you’re having trouble sleeping and pot seems like the only solution. good thing your dealer, eddie Munson, knows of another method he’s willing to teach you. you get more than you bargained for when he tells you what he gets off to every night - you. | eddie x fem!reader |

posters on the wall 💚 @munsonmunchies

your bedroom is covered in posters of your celebrity crush; kirk hammett. it’s not until steve points it out that you notice a…similarity to another metalhead you know. | eddie x fem!reader |

our patron saint of the arts @storiesbyrhi

when you find a motorhead patch in the hallway of hawkins high, you know who it belongs to. idiots in love. eddie in a dress. reader is a crafty artist. wayne munson. no vecna; everything is peachy. | eddie x fem!reader |

siouxsie and the soulmates @storiesbyrhi

when you roll into forest hills trailer park, a white cat and daisy lines following you, eddie munson is just a little bit obsessed. a soulmate story featuring eddie back from the upside down, a lot of witchy magic, and even more soft love. | eddie x witch!reader |

the guessing game @desireav

eddie knows you have a crush, and won't stop asking who it is or the five times you didn't tell eddie who your crush was and the one time you did. | eddie x fem!reader |

stay the night @iliveiloveiwrite

"no. you don't get to walk away with this. not this time." reader gets hurt and eddie is really worried about her. | eddie x fem!reader |

my side and your side 💚 @pxrxcxa

a school group project brings together a team that you're really unhappy to be a part of, and when you offer to host the study session, a raging storm traps a certain annoying metal head at your place for the night. what could be worse? | eddie x fem!reader |

two truths & a lie 💚 @pxrxcxa

a drunken game of truth or dare between the older gang ends up with you sitting on eddie's lap and neither of you can tell if it's the drinks or the feeling of each other that leads to bad decisions. just your classic teenage antics. | eddie x fem!reader |

.series.

steve can't know 💚 @talaok

| P1 | P2 | P3 | P4 | P5 | P6 | P7 | P8 |

steve is your overly-protective older brother that is very opposed to you frequenting the wrong crowd, and especially to you dating eddie munson. Still, when you meet each other one day at lunch, it seems there is very little he can do to stop the inevitable. | eddie x fem!reader | complete |

who wants to be lonely 💚 @ladyfogg

after the ground splits and sends you hurtling into the upside down, you come face-to-face with the notorious, and injured, eddie munson. lost and hunted by otherworldly creatures, the two of you have no choice but to stick together if you’re going to find your way home. | eddie x fem!reader | complete |

vintage reeboks 💚 @storiesbyrhi

the gate at the bottom of lover’s lake was meant to spit the quartet out in the upside down. steve, nancy, and robin were meant to be there. he wasn’t meant to be alone. but when eddie comes too on the shoreline, you’re there. it’s not the upside down. it’s not lovers lake. it’s not 1986. | eddie x fem!reader | complete |

angel of the first degree 💚 @storiesbyrhi

when eddie munson finds you in the midst of a panic attack, it is the beginning of something. a fic featuring body and sex positivity, eddie in a dress, soft small moments, scary big truths, and all the usual special feelings you’d expect from one of my stories. | eddie x chubby & inexperienced!reader | on-going |

opposite ends 💚 @pxrxcxa

| P1 | P2 | P3 | P4 | P5 | P6 | P7 | P8 | P9 | P10 | P11 | P12 | P13 (1) | P13 (2) | P14 |

dustin’s older sister got brought into the group during the events of starcourt mall, 3 months on she’s in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. after everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them away from the charismatic ‘freak’ eddie munson that runs a club based on their favorite game. they’ve both hated each other since freshman year - with good reason - but when keeping distance between the kids and eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost, & the heart speaks louder than the brain. | eddie x fem!reader | on-going |

meet the munsons 💚 @mypoisonedvine

wayne munson, eddie munson, the soon-to-be mrs. munson, and you, who wants no part in any of this. one big happy family, right? | eddie x fem!reader | on-going |

world's apart 💚 @munsons-maiden

then. you’re the only survivor among the mind flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the battle of starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. until an encounter in the woods with eddie the freak munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your world upside down. now. four months have passed since the winter night you walked out of eddie’s trailer and his life for good. but when the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something wicked stirs in sleepy hawkins, starting a witch hunt against eddie, you realize that there are two things in this world that might be more persistent than you thought: evil…and love. | eddie x fem!reader | on-going |

this is wrong 💚 @eddieslittleprincess

it’s just you and your mum, living your normal little life together, you dad a fuck off drunk. one day, your mum tells you about her new boyfriend. you’re instantly over the moon, glad she’s finally finding yourself again and opening her heart. he proposes, and you give them your biggest blessing, and they ask if you wouldn’t mind if his nephew moved in for a while, since rent was tight at the trailer park. you had always wanted a sibling, so you gladly agreed. what you didn’t know, however, was that the said nephew was your dealer eddie munson, the guy you secretly had a burning desire for. | eddie x fem!reader | on-going |

leave a mark @julesclues

| P1 | P2 |

when your father comes back to town after a year only looking for trouble, you hurry to get your brother to safety. the only person to volunteer to help though, is eddie munson, the boy you didn’t really consider your friend, but not an enemy either. | eddie x fem!reader |

can i borrow your bed 💚 @hard-candy-writing

| P1 | P2 |

you just got your first vibrator and are eager to try it out, but your house has thin walls and no privacy. luckily, your best friend eddie has graciously offered his room to you. | eddie x fem!reader |

oh baby @inknopewetrust

| P1 | P2 | P3 |

you and eddie raise a baby...only you're not a couple and the baby isn't real. | eddie x fem!reader |

movie nights @cacoetheswriting

| P1 | P2 |

an unspecified amount of time in the lives of eddie munson and his best friend, as you watch various movies together and your platonic relationship blossoms into something more. | eddie x fem!reader |

read my mind @xcatnapsx

| P1 | P2 |

reader comes to lunch and sits at the table but eddie knows something is off because she’s not her usual happy self and he just comforts her after she tells him she's been bullied all day. | eddie x fem!reader |

make it up to you 💚 @munsonslove

| P1 | P2 |

after eddie's van stalls when he tries to leave your party, you invite him to stay the night. | eddie x fem!reader |

the other woman @dinodinodin0

| P1 | P2 |

y/n is eddie's best friend since childhood. when she realizes she might like him, she puts it off because, "i'm a cheerleader, he doesn't date cheerleaders", but then she notices him glancing at her friend, chrissy. | eddie x fem!reader |

[giurochedadomani]

So I dub thee unforgiven

Billy's going to find a creepy ring who grants him every single one of his wishes… for a price. Eventual mungrove.

This reads like the most one sided hellcheer ever, and also I really needed a Chrissy wake up spooky death scene for plot related reasons. What I mean to say is @ sorry Chrissy, sorry Eddie, I promise I love you both, I'll write some hellcheer at some point to compensate 😂

I'm doing a very liberal mix between s3 & s4 with a creepy possessed ring instead of the Mindflayer and Vecna. The timeline of when which characters gets to know which other character is altered to fit the plot. Anyway, hope you enjoy it. I really wanted to hype myself up to do a longish fic instead of my usual word vomiting.

Enjoy

Chrissy dies from cardiac arrest on a cold spring night in 1984.

Or at least that's the official version.

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“I’m going to miss you”

Chrissy’s pale as a ghost, shining like moonlight in the glade of the woods near the school. Eddie puts his cigarette out on the grass, under his boot, and tries not to feel disgustingly pathetic when she accommodates her head on his chest, his arm around her shoulders. “You’ll write”.

With her flowery cursive and her thousand markers collection, probably, during the first couple of weeks of her trip. Up until she meets someone cool during the summer holidays and consequently forgets about him, if Jason doesn’t sour her taste for rebelion first.

“I’ve told him about you”, oh, no, they don't need to have this conversation. He’d rather break his guitars into bite sized chunks than have this conversation— “He comes to me at night, you know”.

—which, gives him pause. He can’t quite picture Mrs. Cunningham being very welcoming of midnight visitors sneaking into the room of her precious Chrissy, even if said visitors turn out to be her perfect, beloved son-in-law. And anyway it’s hard to imagine Carver doing it, it’s not as if he has the imagination.

“Jason?”, and tenses when Chrissy’s hand. Sparks? He rubs it gently after a moment. Her ring feels almost scalding to the touch in contrast with Chrissy's freezing hand.

“He wanted to make me his, but I lied to him. Told him to wait. That we could trust you”, wait, what? He feels as if he lost the plot of the conversation five minutes ago. Cold sinks into his stomach like tap water, drops falling little by little until Chrissy grasps his hand, looks up at him with dull, black eyes and clarifies– “I came to say goodbye”– and he panics.

“Fucking hell—?!”

She stares at him with a beatific smile and a cold, dead grip crushing his knuckles.

“He wanted you, you see—”.

“Chrissy”, he shakes her. Then again, rougher, his heart at his throat. “You’ve got to stop, listen to me—”.

“He tried with my father, first, and my brother, and Jason. He won’t leave me alone until I give him someone, you understand”, Chrissy’s head lols when he shakes her, black eyes unseeing Eddie’s fingers when he snaps them in front of her. “But I couldn’t”, she giggles. “And I won’t”.

Every single fiber of his being is telling him to do— something. Run and get help— somehow. He tries to grab her under her arms, push her up to go— they need help, she needs help and she needs it now. Maybe he could drive her? She has to go to the hospital, she has to— see a fucking priest, or something, taking into account how her giggles have transformed into a screeching laugh that wrecks her body into convulsions until— “Chrissy, I swear to fucking God!”— she drops like an abandoned mannequin in his arms.

…

…

“Chrissy. Chrissy, wake up. Chrissy—”.

[wildflowerwattpad0217]

Grey Sweat Pants: Eddie Munson x female!reader

I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY CONTENT TO BE REPOSTED ON ANOTHER SITE. IF IT'S NOT MY USERNAME IT'S NOT ME.

Warnings: Minors DNI. Porn with plot. Fingering. Eddie cumming his pants. Dirty Talk.

Masterlist

It had been a long day for the both of you, Eddie had just gotten back to his trailer from a D&D campaign after a Corroded Coffin gig and he couldn't reschedule either. You came to his trailer because your parents had been yelling at you all day and you knew he was busy all day.

You pounded on his trailer door, noticing his uncle wasn't home. Eddie swung open the door, surprised to see you. "Baby? What's wrong?" Eddie asked, seeing the state of you.

"It's just been... a long day." You sighed, then finally taking in his appearance. He had no shirt on and was wearing a pair of cheap gray sweat pants that you could see his bludge very clearly in. You could feel your heart speeding up at just the thought of it.

"Well, you know you are always welcome." He smiled down at you, letting you in. The moment you walked in you the smell of weed hit you, there was a blunt burning in the ashtray on the coffee table and a rerun Greatest American Hero was playing in the background on the television. Sighing, you leaned down and grabbed the blunt, taking a long hit off of it. "That kinda day, huh?" He chuckled, plopping on the couch.

"More than you know, Eddie." You nodded, blunt still in hand, sitting down next to him.

"Tell me about it." He suggested, as you handed the blunt to him and he took it.

"Well, I woke up and that's when it started. My sister was being petty and ratted to our parents about you spending the night last weekend. So I got yelled at about that and I'm supposed to be grounded right now, actually. Then you won't believe what my mother made me do." You looked at him, "She made me go to church and confess to a fucking priest. I swear my mother is psycho sometimes."

"Yeah, you need this more than I do." He said, handing you back the blunt. "Do they know you're here?"

"Fuck no." You said taking another hit. "They think I'm asleep in my room but I really don't care if they find out at this point."

"You told me your mom was psycho but never realized how crazy she actually was." He admitted.

"Which is why you haven't met them yet." You said leaning on his bare shoulder. "It's not like my sister hasn't been hooking up with Jason Carver or anything."

"Oh but he's the golden boy, baby, he can do no wrong. I'm the freak." He smirked at you. You looked up at him.

"I love you, Eddie."

"I love you too, baby." He leaned down and gave you a kiss. Before you both went back to watching the TV.

"Don't act like I didn't notice when I opened the door though." He said with a tease in his voice. You were confused for a second and then remembered.  You realized, you were caught.

His hand moved from around my shoulders to the inside of my thighs. You could feel my core pulse with anticipation. "What do you think you noticed?" You questioned, playing dumb.

"Don't act dumb with me now, sweetheart. I'm not going to pretend I didn't see your 'fuck me' eyes when you saw me." He smirked, his mouth barely touching your ear but you could feel his hot breath on you. His hand slowly moved up your thighs, closer to your pussy.

"I guess it must be the grey sweat pants." You smirked, turning your head to him.

"Oh, you like these, huh?" He teased with a smirk.

"Maybe a little too much." You teased back. His hand reached the crotch of my jeans.

"You are soaked through your jeans for me." He smirked, you could tell he was proud of himself. He took the blunt out of your hand and put it in the ashtray before kneeling down infront of you. "Are you gonna tell me what you like about these sweatpants?" He chuckled as he started to unbutton your jeans after he took off your shoes.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure I wanna tell you." You teased.

"Am I gonna have to force it out of you?" He flirted as he started to pull down your pants. "I mean, I'll tell you what these panties do for me if you tell me about what I'm wearing." He suggested, referencing to the black lacy bra and panty set you were wearing, which happened to be his favorite on you.

"You don't have to tell me, baby. I know exactly what this set does to you." You smirked, teasingly.

He threw your jeans to the side, lifting your legs over his shoulders. He slid his hands under your shirt and over your bra, feeling the lace. Which made you groan. Then his arms came down to your hips and his face got closer to your clothed pussy before he took one hand and pressed your panties in-between your folds. You bit your lip before he quickly found your clit with his teeth between the fabric. You let out a moan, "Eddie~".

"I haven't even started yet and you are like putty in my hands. What are we gonna do with you?" He chuckled, then moving to take off my panties. He threw your panties in the same direction as your jeans and went back to your pussy. "Oh look at you, baby." His fingers slid between your folds gathering the slimy wetness onto his fingers and bringing them into his mouth, groaning as he did. "So good, baby."

He then brought his thumb to your clit, slowly massaging it in circles and two of his fingers entered your vagina, you slightly gasped as he entered you, there was a slight cold burn from his chunky metal rings but you loved it. He started to go in and out from your pussy, he removed his thumb from your clit then putting his mouth back in you, sucking and pulling at it.

You moaned in pleasure, putting your hand in his hair, not wanting him to stop, your thighs tightening around his head and just as you were about to cum, he stopped. You looked at him with begging eyes. "You really think it'd be that easy, sweetheart?" He teased.

"I need you, Eddie." You begged. He got up from his knees, and leaned over you.

"We are just getting started, baby. I'm not gonna let you cum just yet." He smirked. You bit you lip, reaching up to his waistband of his sweat pants, and snapping them lightly against his skin. His pants were already tented from his erection and you could see the outline of his tip from the thin fabric. Your hand moved down to his clothed tip, his pants wet from precum.

You then coiled your leg around his, one hand went to his shoulder and one one his waist and you flipped him so he was back down on the couch and you were straddling him. "Holy shit, Baby." He said in surprise. The only thing between you and him was the thin fabric of his sweat pants.

"You tease me, I'm gonna tease you." You smirked as you slowly started to grind on his erected cock.

"Fuck." Eddie groaned. You slowly started to grind faster. "Baby... You gonna remove my pants anytime soon?" He questioned through groans of pleasure and you just shook your head. With that he put his hands on your sides, pressing you down further on his clothed cock which made you both moan out. Your grinding quickly became faster and more needy.  "Baby~"

"Eddie~" You moaned, you could tell you both were close. "I'm so close~."

"So am I sweetheart, keep going." He basically moaned out and you keep grinding. Your eyes rolled up to the back of your head and it wasn't long before you both came, hard. Your body fell on his bare torso. Both of your hearts were racing, beating against each other. "God, I love you."

"I love you too." You smiled at him, kissing him.

"Now will you tell me?" He smirked as he huffed, catching his breath.

"I thought I told you all I need to." You smirked back.

"Well, don't think I won't get pay back, baby. We destroyed these sweatpants." He chuckled.

"I'm looking forward to it."

[scribble-dee-doo]

a teeny tiny bit of drama inspired by chapter 7 of kissesforcas's stranger things fic don't go wastin' your emotions which is a truly superb bit of writing that i love SO much, go read it now. like literally i had a brainwave in the middle of reading the chap, i take no credit for this idea, go read it

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Then Eddie's eyes roll back in his head and he starts chanting. His arms are still spread high and wide, like a priest embracing the congregation, wrists loose and fingers twitching, almost lazy. The words are droning and rhythmic and hit some limbic familiarity in Steve, some instinct that says they don't belong in this place, coming from that mouth. There's shuffling from the door, which is enough to break Steve from the fucking spell that Munson is casting, hopefully only figuratively. When he looks, most of them are wide-eyed, captivated – they have all the curtains shut, still, except for the ones upstairs, and it's beaming early morning light right down the stairs behind Eddie, catching on the curls of his hair, reflecting in the watchers' eyes. Even Jason is caught. He's staring up at Eddie, and his expression is like ecstasy in negative, inverted holy fervor. This isn't even glee that he's finding justification for his witch hunt, Steve realizes. Somewhere along the way, Jason Carver started to believe that he'd seen the face of true evil and it was his duty to burn it out of the world. And here is Eddie, limned in white fire.

Lucifer the Morningstar, Steve remembers with a bubble of hysteria. The most beautiful of God's creations.