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rose-n-gunses · 11 months

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Okay, so. I've got a LOT of thoughts about the Catholic Munsons post that's going around and I really wanna talk about it because I think it's SO interesting so I'm going to post about it here so I'm not clogging up the tags on that post (and I'm probably going to end up turning it into a little bit of a hellcheer thing because it plays a bit of a role in one of my upcoming wips).

Fair warning, this post is really fucking long and really fucking rambly. I had Thoughts and they. Refused to stop, so just,, bear with me!!

My Catholic father grew up around this same time near Cleveland, Ohio in a little town that's maybe half the size of what Hawkins is projected to be according to the fandom wiki page. He attended a parochial school for elementary and I think middle school, and the majority of his friends growing up were either Jewish or Catholic. When I asked him today about the distribution/ratio of Jewish to Catholic to Presbyterian in that area (since my research wasn't quite answering my questions), he told me that he was probably in middle school before he actually realized that there were other religions besides Jewish, Catholic, and whatever denominations the African American churches in the area were.

Because of this and the general notion that Catholicism is/has been somewhat more prominent in the northern/northeastern and, like, some of the more northern midwestern United States (if that makes sense), I've always imagined that Hawkins, being a decently sized (10-15K according to the wiki page) town pretty close to Indianapolis (around 80 miles, again according to the wiki page), would have a pretty solid Catholic community, so it's always kind of surprised me to see so many people write the Cunningham family, for example, as attending a Presbyterian church (although it is entirely possible, but more on that later).

Okay so now my actual thoughts on the Catholic!Munsons:

Since the pictures from the Munson trailer (and I love that it's been a year and we're still finding new stuff in there) show that calendar, we know that if Wayne did purchase it intentionally, then he's most likely gotta be actively Christian. However, I don’t see Wayne as the attending-mass-every-week type of Catholic -- he strikes me as Too Tired For That Shit. My personal headcanon is that he’s Christian, and was probably raised Catholic, but he only really attends mass for Christmas and Easter (not even for other Holy Days of Obligation). I guess to put it in shorter words, I see it as Wayne is definitely Christian, but he’s Catholic for convenience, meaning he believes in god but would prefer to do it privately and on his own terms (like, idk, praying on his own and displaying his faith through his actions) rather than having to deal with the church and its members, and he just continues to go to mass occasionally because it’s what he grew up with so he’s used to it and there’s no point in fixing something if it ain’t broke.

But Eddie. Oh, Eddie. If Wayne grew up Catholic, then so did Eddie’s dad. Since Eddie's dad is, like, y’know, an asshole, I think he’d be the sort of Catholic that’s a total hypocrite and gives the entire Catholic Church a bad name. Eddie’s mom could be Catholic, she could be Presbyterian, she could be Jewish, it really doesn’t matter (though I do see a lot of people headcanoning her as Jewish and I do kinda really like that headcanon).

If Eddie’s dad is Catholic, then it’s possible that Eddie could have attended a parochial school, but it could go either way. One: maybe he didn’t because his mom is Jewish/non-Catholic or just because his parents didn’t feel the need to send him to one, or two: he did attend a parochial school, at least for a little bit. However, since we know that Eddie and Chrissy attended the same school for middle school, there are also two ways that this can go. One is that Chrissy also attended the same parochial school and the talent show they talk about in the forest scene in 4.01 occurred at said parochial middle school. The other is that Eddie did attend a parochial school for a while but got kicked out and sent to Hawkins Middle School, where he then participates in the talent show. (I also think the concept of Eddie getting kicked out of a Catholic school and sent to a public school -- whatever the reason may be -- would add to his reputation and image as A Freak or Mean And Scary because did you hear that the weird new kid got kicked out of his other school? will always spawn rumors.)

In regards to Eddie’s personal beliefs, I think he’s kind of similar to Wayne, but also not. Whereas I see Wayne as “Catholic for convenience”, I see Eddie as more of just “Christian for convenience”, which to me just means that he’s not really sure what he believes, but when it comes down to it, he’ll say sure, I guess I believe that there is A God because it’s a little easier and a little less terrifying to believe in Something than it is to believe in Nothing. I don’t personally see Eddie as an atheist, because to me, he seems like he would be the kind of person that wants to believe in something, but he doesn’t like to spend too long thinking about what exactly it is that he believes in (in regard to there being a higher power) because it’ll send him spiraling into some sort of existential crisis. Which, same.

I do think that Eddie would become disenchanted with and disconnected from the Catholic church as an entity/community, because I definitely think he disagrees with a LOT of the stuff that the church preaches/believes. Also, since Eddie’s a big fat nerd and I headcanon him as a major literature buff, I think he’s definitely read the Bible (and probably the Catholic Catechism as well) so that he can 1) call out aforementioned hypocritical Catholics/Christians and 2) get inspiration for writing campaigns and/or songs.

Somewhat unrelated, but in the one (upcoming) fic I have right now that bothers to explore the religious sides of the characters, I have Eddie attending mass with Wayne for Christmas, but it's an anomaly for him and he grumbles about it the whole time. (It's for plot purposes and he doesn't like it.)

And then of course, Eddie's probably really interested in the stories of some of the saints and martyrs because some of them are pretty fuckin' metal. I also think he's super interested in religious iconography and metaphors for some reason, and loves finding those references and metaphors in songs and books.

Side note: I don't necessarily think that being Catholic is something that would have Othered Eddie (and Wayne) in Hawkins, especially if there is a strong Catholic population, but I do think that because of Eddie's non-conformist attitude and apparent general disdain for authority, he would have been Othered by the church (or rather its parishioners) and probably therefore deemed Freak, Satanist, etc.

I also think there’s something to be said about Eddie being put in an almost Christ-like shepherd position with his freshman sheepies. Also, the sentiment expressed in Mark 2:17 feels vaguely Eddie-like. (For those not familiar, this occurs when Jesus is asked by the pharisees and officials why he associates and eats with tax collectors and sinners, to which he replies “it is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick.”) However, I think that Eddie’s thing is less redeeming the sinners and more giving the excluded and ostracized a place to be included and treated well. But I digress.

Now, Chrissy. Dearest, loveliest Chrissy. While it is totally plausible that the Cunninghams are Presbyterian or Evangelical Christian or something else, miss girl has mega Repressed Catholic Girl Energy, so I’ve been headcanoning her family as Catholic. I definitely think Laura would use Catholicism (or Christianity in general) as a large tool in her attempts to control Chrissy and dictate her life. So like, because Catholicism is more strict/regimented/structured compared to other denominations like Baptist or Presbyterian, I think Laura would try to use it to make Chrissy’s life more strict/regimented/structured. (And also there’s the Guilt™️. Chrissy seems like the type of gal to be crippled by Catholic guilt.)

I’ve got this image in my head that I hope to be able to express in that upcoming wip I mentioned where Chrissy, once her mother (and Jason) starts trying to control her and obsess over her body, somehow equates the general “be Christ-like” thing with “Take this and eat of it; for this is my body, which has been given up for you” (which, again, for those unfamiliar with the proceedings of a Catholic mass, this is something that the priest says in regards to the Eucharist/communion wafers; it’s a reference to the last supper when Jesus broke bread and shared it with his disciples.) so she ends up letting her mother control her because that’s what she thinks is the right thing to do in order to “be Christ-like” and gain approval.

And then I know a lot of people headcanon Jason as the pastor’s son. In a story where they aren’t written as explicitly Catholic, I do like this headcanon because I think it would explain a lot about his character. However, in a setting where they are written as Catholic, I think Jason would be of the hypocritical sort. (He’ll preach the Bible at anyone he disagrees with, but then will turn around and completely disregard anything said about premarital sex, love thy neighbor, love thy enemy, etc. Essentially the sort of Christian that twists what’s said in the Bible to suit their needs and ignores the parts that they disagree with -- which is exactly the kind of person I think Eddie would read the entire Bible to be able to argue with.)

#idek if this makes sense but #wow haha. whoops #me: *sees the catholic munsons post* same hat!!#also me: *thinks about it for more than thirty seconds* *writes over 1500 words about it*#it's been marinating in my head for two days but i havent had time to sit and write it out #it took up two and a half pages of a google doc #ANYWAYS #✌️🤪#am i thinking too much into it? probably #it was fun to think about though #it really helped me further develop their characterization for this wip i keep mentioning #also if you read all the way through ily <3 #okay wow sorry that was a lot of words and im tired as shit now #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #wayne munson #wayne munson headcanon #wayne munson headcanons #chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham headcanon #chrissy cunningham headcanons #hellcheer #stranger things #stranger things headcanon #stranger things headcanons #just r's thoughts

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manycoloureddays · 11 months

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catholic wayne munson who grew up believing in transubstantiation & saintly intervention & a man coming back from the dead in three days so when his prayers are answered & his nephew stands before him, changed & needing to drink blood, he calls it a blessing & welcomes eddie home

#catholic wayne & vampire kas!eddie #i am Thinking #stranger things #wayne munson #eddie munson

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piratefishmama · 11 months

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Angel | Steddie Oneshot

Eddie Munson never believed that he’d go to Heaven. Sure he’d been raised in a catholic household, his uncle was religious, he’d been raised to give thanks for the food they ate, to pray before bed that should he not wake, his soul the lord take an all that jazz.

Wouldn’t believe it to look at him, to hear the songs he sang, the music he played. Wouldn’t believe how he’d been raised if one were to go by covers instead of contents.

But despite his upbringing in the very catholic Munson Trailer of Forest Hills Trailer Park, he never believed he’d go to heaven. Something about queers and submitting to sin and blah blah blah it’d been a long-ass time since his last confession, but Uncle Wayne stopped reminding him a few years back, so he had an excuse to keep ‘forgetting’ to do it.

Turns out, one did not need to go to confession to make it to heaven!

Angels would just. Turn up, apparently.

Maybe he’d done something good that he wasn’t aware of, he did go to that Make A Wish thing a few weeks back, DM’d a whole one shot for the kids, he’d spent hours there, a whole dang day just… hanging out with sick kids.

Maybe that was it. Maybe that was what brought this heavenly creature to his side.

To cut a long story short, he was on stage one minute, belting out the lyrics from the final verse of the last song in their set ‘Into the Underdark’, Jeff was slipping into the ending guitar solo, Eddie was gearing up for an end of gig crowd surf and the next.

The next he was looking into a bright, blinding light that kept moving between his eyes.

He’d always been told not to go to the light. If you see it? Don’t go to it, going to it would make whatever trip you were going on a one way ticket, there was no going back when you reached that light. Just hang back, wait for the resuscitation, it’d happen, someone would breathe life back into you, or whack you with enough voltage to get that heart kickin again, just don’t go into that light.

That light was way too close to his eyes, and he couldn’t swat it away. His arms felt tied down. Rude.

And then the light was gone, had he reached it? Was that it? One way ticket stub punched, sorry Earth, Munson out. “Mr Munson? Can you hear me?” Oh what heavenly chorus, the light had momentarily blinded him but shit… when his sight came back, at least enough to make out the vague shape of a very square jaw, of angular features, of warm hazel eyes, and a luscious head of hair surrounded by a halo of brilliant white light.

Angel. He had an audience with an Angel. It could only be an Angel. Neat.

He’d enjoy the ‘I Told You So’ he got from his uncle whenever the old goat made it up there he hoped it wouldn’t be soon though, he’d prefer a longer wait than a short one, thanks.

“Mnn… I hear you big boy, are you sure I’m in the right place though? I’ve been told Heaven wouldn’t want me” it sounded smooth in his head, but he was pretty sure he slurred half the words.

How could he have a slurred voice in Heaven? That didn’t seem fair.

Oh he’d forgive the slurred speech bit if the angel kept making that wonderful music with his vocal chords, that little giggle of a laugh, so bubbly and sweet, yep. Somehow he’d weaselled his way into Heaven. Suck it soccer moms. “Well, at least you can summon the strength to be charming.”

He was charming? An angel thought he was charming? Hell yeah, he’d rock this heaven shit, he already had an in with the big, winged boys!

“I can summon the strength for other stuff too, worship ain’t ever really been my thing but, baby I think I can learn for a literal Angel” he’d subject himself to an afterlife on his knees gladly if it meant he’d have his hands curled around this creature’s thighs, his mouth on—

“Oh wow…” Eddie couldn’t really see it properly thanks to the lovely blinding spots in his eyes that was no doubt his eyes adjusting to heavenly light, but he was sure his angel was blushing, he sounded a little breathless. Good. “You’re uh… wow”

Eddie hadn’t had much charm before becoming world famous but, he’d gained a little experience. Women and men alike throwing themselves at him, knowing he wasn’t all that fussed, babes were babes. All genders welcome to hop on and take a ride. He knew it was mostly the fame, he was still the same nerd he’d been back in high school, but… if fame got him laid then fame got him laid.

At the very least it gave him the experience to flirt with one of Gods pretty little birds. Maybe even score if the reaction he got was any indication.

So much for lust being a punishable sin, huzzah.

Steve was having a day. Okay no, Steve was having a whole week. The only upside to his overtime riddled ass, was that Robin had been on the majority of his shifts with him, so they could at least talk in the ambulance while they roamed the streets waiting for chaos to drop.

Monday, it’d been a seven car pileup on the highway, a few lost limbs, no fatalities but one hell of a close call on two accounts.

Tuesday, it’d been a tumble at a care home resulting in a popped hip and some heavy flirting from a few old ladies. Poor Robin suffering it from a few old men trying to shoot a shot they didn’t have.

Wednesday it’d been crisis after crisis resulting in him not finishing his shift until six hours after he was meant to finish his shift.

Thursday he had one blessed night off, thankfully his on-call status hadn’t dragged him in, and he got a decent six hour nap in.

Friday, another car wreck, he didn’t want to think about that one.

And now Saturday.

Dispatch sent them to the sold out arena, some idiot had leapt off the stage likely for a crowd surf, his foot tangled in an amp chord, it reduced his air time dramatically and he brained himself on one of the guard rails.

Excellent. At least he wasn’t dead.

Which given how easily one could wind up six feet under from such a whack to the head, he was lucky.

They parked by the side exit, shuffled in by security, and right through into the arena. The patient hadn’t been moved as per dispatchers instructions to the person who’d called. No moving the idiot until the professionals arrived and determined it safe.

Cameras, flashing lights, big beefy security guards standing in front of them blocking the majority of what was happening from view, there was… quite a bit of blood there. It didn’t look pretty in that lighting. “The crowd’s too much, let’s get him to the ambulance.” Robin’s patience didn’t exist when it came to large crowds.

Too many people. Plus she’d been on shift five hours longer than he had.

“Alright, you two, c’mere” Steve singled out two of the big security guys “we’re gonna need you to help us get him onto the gurney, we’ll look him over in the back of the ambulance.” There were no broken bones, nothing stopping them from moving him just enough to get him to the ambulance unscathed.

And then, somewhere between writing out paperwork, checking vitals, and Robin googling who this guy was, said guy… woke up.

Steve, being closer, was quick to check responsiveness, pupils reacted well to light although a concussion did look likely, they’d cleaned up the blood and found the cause to be a cut just above his left eyebrow that’d probably make a kickass scar and oh.

Without the blood. Oh. Oh he was pretty. Pretty plump lips, long lashes, deep brown eyes, faint freckles across his nose. All that hair. He was pretty.

“Mr Munson? Can you hear me?” He’d asked, while shining that little torch into those pretty brown eyes, left to right to check the responsiveness. And then he spoke and Steve— well. Robin was eyeballing him judgementally pretty damn hard given how fast his face flamed red.

Her head in her hands, her fingers plugged into her ears as Munson rattled off promises of worship and good lord— Steve didn’t know what to say, what to do, what does one do when a hot yet slightly delirious rockstar offers to worship your ‘angelic body’?

What does one do with that?

One awkwardly stutters through thanks while bright red and toasty until they can part with the guy at the ER wishing he’d met him under better circumstances cause it’d been a long ass time since anyone even touched him let alone worshipped him but accepting that he’d probably never see the guy again, so it didn’t really matter.

Until a few days later when the official Corroded Coffin account slid into his DM’s on Instagram, apologised profusely, and requested very sweetly to make it up to him with dinner the next time he was free.

Signed Eddie. With a little angel emoji. How on earth could he say no to that?

#steddie #piratewrites #Rockstar!eddie munson #Paramedic!steve harrington #SHITPOST FICLET #i have no excuse for this

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jo-harrington · 3 months

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Leave of Absence (Eddie Munson x Store Manager!Reader)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie has royally fucked everything up and he needs to fix it. But after an unexpected emergency back home, he steps up to be there for Reader, just like she's always there for him.

Previous Part: Standard Operating Procedures 1.05

Warnings/Themes: AU where the Upside Down doesn't terrorize Hawkins. Reader works at the Claire's at StarCourt. Eddie works at TapeWorld. Slow burn, mutual pining, angsty, emotional, fluffy, family problems, death in the family, loss, grief, pain and comfort, road trip, avoidance of feelings, Minor religious themes, mention of Catholic Church/Reader's family is Catholic but no overarching catholicism (that's what my other story is for)

Note: Woof ok this was an uphill battle FOR A YEAR. I'm gonna say the reason that Store Manager Verse exists in its present form is because of THIS CHAPTER RIGHT HERE. Before I could bring my two silly babies here to this moment, they needed to have some serious foundations laid down. Is it the best chapter? Probably not. But I'm incredibly happy that it's here and it's done.

You can find my masterlist here for more featuring our resident Store Manager and all of my other Eddie stories.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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He was nervous.

"Stacey."

Of course he was nervous.

"Freak."

And what did he do when he was nervous? He talked.

"Hey now, I'm wounded," Eddie laid a hand across his chest, trying to keep the cool guy exterior. "Calling me a freak? Did I or did I not just help you with that flat tire last week?"

He was surprised when Stacey paused, a barb surely caught on the end of her tongue. She even looked a little embarrassed for a moment before her own frosty expression returned and she had the decency to look down her nose at him.

Sticking to the status quo.

"I know you're trying to put my boss under a love spell or hypnosis or something," she rolled her eyes. "So don't act like you would have helped any other time if she hadn't asked. Gotta keep her buttered up so you can get in her pants. Gag."

The typical stab of insult was welcome; the rest of it...wasn't. Not when it came to you. Not after what happened on Sunday. Not when he was nervous.

Sunday...

What started out as a normal night for the two of you had quickly become a nightmare. For him at least.

Well...it had been a dream at first. Hanging out. Food, laughter, music; it was nothing out of the norm for a Sunday night together. But then he had to go and suggest a little weed, where you had some kind of...bad reaction. To try and get your mind off the panic that had quickly taken over your body...he'd done the first thing that came to mind.

The only thing that came to mind lately when you were around.

He kissed you.

And he kept kissing you because you hadn't pushed him away. In fact, you’d kissed him harder.

For minutes or hours, he couldn't quite tell, he was overjoyed and he basked in being surrounded by you, in finding pleasure with you.

Finding pleasure. God, there was that poet's heart Mrs. Mills always told him he had. Almost fucking. Grinding one out on his couch. But yeah...finding pleasure worked too. Because it wasn't just a meaningless romp; he was kind of crazy about you, so of course it was gonna be special. Poetic.

How long had he been on the edge about confessing his feelings and ruining your friendship? He was the only one to blame when it came to keeping his mouth shut; Kyle had been telling him to just ask you out and plant one on you forever. And then Eddie did and it was perfect.

Until it wasn't. Until Wayne came home and Eddie had seen the panic and the fear and the...realization in your eyes, and he knew how badly he'd fucked up. Let alone the fact that you immediately ran away.

You’d been avoiding him for a few days. “Avoiding him,” as though school and work hadn't been putting you on opposite schedules. Still, there were no phone calls. No waiting to take your breaks with him. Only awkward glances as he passed your store on the way to start his shift, or a strained smile as you passed each other in the parking lot as he was coming and you were going.

And now Stacey was…being Stacey.

Had you told her? Complained about him? Made it known to your employees that the two of you had made a huge mistake.

No you would never…

Still, his nerves got the better of him and although he didn’t want to seem desperate, especially around Stacey of all people, he was.

"...did she say that or..." He paused and shook his head. "Where is your boss anyway? She’s supposed to close tonight right?”

Stacey looked a little unsure again and this time it made his stomach turn.

People were usually nervous around Eddie, but he had grown plenty used to that reaction from a wide array of classmates and neighbors.

Once again, when it came to you, especially given the circumstances, things were different. Maybe that's what was happening here? Maybe Stacey knew something he didn't, and you'd told her not to say anything so you could let him down easily.

Eddie was generally a level-headed guy but sometimes...sometimes...it didn't matter if he had a level head because the entire world was tipping on its side.

Who had you told? Stacey for sure...maybe Chrissy? Chrissy always avoided him at school thanks to his resident freak status, Starcourt Mall be damned. What about Mindy? Mindy was your only other confidante outside of him; what did she know? Had she convinced you to...to what? Dump him as a friend? Take the time you needed to avoid him? Somewhere between Sunday and today, had you finally come to the realization that he had been dreading all along. That he wasn't worth your time?

"Um, yeah,” Stacey finally replied and Eddie blinked himself back to reality. She picked at her cuticles and avoided his eyes. Never a good sign. “Well she was supposed to but Mindy was here when I clocked in. She's sick or something, I don't know. Mindy wouldn't say exactly...but she never calls out so..."

“Well where’s Mindy now?” he asked, almost desperately.

“She’s finishing up her break in the back,” she explained with a nod. “I can go see if she’s done.”

She disappeared into the stockroom, leaving him alone in the store.

He was unsure how to feel. Relief coursed through him; you weren’t avoiding him, you were simply not here. But on the other hand, what if you weren't here because you were avoiding him?

What if Stacey didn't know anything but Mindy did. Because no, you never called off. Ever. A fact that you had told him when he suggested playing hooky one busy Saturday when you were overwhelmed by a never-ending mid shift.

“I never leave early. I never take a sick day.”

“Well, shit, did you have perfect attendance in school too?”

“Uhm,” you hesitated, biting your lip naughtily. “I’m not at will to say.”

“Oh, you bad girl.”

"If it isn't our resident Van Halen impersonator," Mindy greeted as she walked out of the stockroom. Her usual sing-songs mom voice replaced by a gentler one as she smiled at him solemnly. "She's taking a few sick days. Should be back in time for your night out on Sunday, I hope."

"She's sick?" Eddie asked skeptically. "Wasn’t she here yesterday, she looked fi--"

"Why don't you give her a call," she insisted. She glanced over to the stock room door and as Eddie tracked her gaze, he saw Stacey eavesdropping. "Actually I was gonna stop by after work. Why don't you go? That way it's not a game of telephone.

"I'm sure she could really use a friend right now."

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Eddie had never been inside of your apartment before.

He knew where you lived, sure; he'd dropped you off or picked you up a few times, especially once the two of you started planning dates outings outside of the usual Sundays. He'd never even rang the bell, if he was being honest. You usually watched out the window eagerly when you were expecting him to arrive.

The realization hit him as he stood there at the little residential door between the bakery and the furniture store, staring at your name on a little Dymo punch label next to the buzzer that he'd just jammed his finger into, and it filled him with doubt.

You'd been to the trailer a few times. Seen all of his favorite places, tried all of his favorite foods. Listened patiently to his insecurities and issues. Still, you seemed to keep him at arms length, if he didn't even know what your apartment looked like; did you have posters on the walls or pictures of your family? What color was your couch? Or the towels in your bathroom?

He knew so much about you but did he really know you, and did you even want him to?

The door buzzed open and Eddie took the stairs up to your landing two at a time, all the while worrying and overthinking: You weren't expecting him and he was beginning to doubt that you even wanted him here in the first place. Sure, Mindy told him to go over...but was this taking it a step too far?

He started preparing an apology as he closed the final few distance to your door and it swung open--

"I'm sorry I fucked up, I didn't mean to break your trust. I'll do anything...anything...if you'll just forgive me. If you just give me another chance."

--and he saw the sorry state you were in.

Hair and clothes mussed, eyes bloodshot and puffy, a bundle of black fabric clenched tightly in your hands; the shine of tears and snot was accentuated by the incandescent lights in the hallway.

"Eddie," you whispered in a strained, broken voice, then you dropped the fabric to cross the threshold of your apartment and bury your face into his shirt. He panicked for a moment, arms held uselessly at his sides as your tears penetrated the worn fabric at his shoulder, but he quickly engulfed you in a hug.

"I'm sorry," you both spoke over one another, then you pulled back and stared him straight in the eye. "You're sorry? I'm sorry."

"No," you shook your head. "I'm sorry. I...I should have done better, I shouldn't have--"

"I crossed a line and I ruined our friendship and--"

You both continued talking over one another, each half-listening to what the other had to say as you got your own apologies out, until you both synced back up again.

"I fucked up and I'm sorry."

Your shoulders and chests heaved from the cacophony of emotion and a tense laugh was shared between the two of you. Then Eddie came to a realization.

"If you're sorry..." he frowned and let his eyes rake over you again. "If you thought that you hurt or scared me--which you didn't, by the way. It was...it was me, my mistake--why are you crying?"

You worried your lip for a second and a lone tear escaped your eye and trailed down your cheek; his hand immediately came up so he could thumb it away.

"Mindy told me you were sick," he muttered, taking advantage of the proximity to be a little gentler, a little smaller than he was used to being, so you could put your trust in him again. "What happened?"

"Uhm..." you croaked. "I'm not sick. I'm just taking a few sick days. Bereavement days...actually. Little leave of absence. Just through the end of the weekend."

The word was distantly familiar to him; the memories, though, would stay with him forever. Rick picking him up from school, a phone call from Wayne to his boss. An appointment for all three of them to get suits rented...and then some flowers ordered. Shiny shoes that he could see his teary-eyed reflection in.

He swallowed painfully and watched you do the same as you prepared your confession.

"My...uh...my grandpa died last night."

And before he knew it, it was 12 hours later. 12 hours that he spent relatively quietly.

He let you fill the silence; let you talk and cry, only opening his mouth to comfort you when the realization hit again and it got to be too much.

He helped you pack your bag for the trip back home. That was when your grief finally turned into anger.

Towards your family. Towards yourself.

"I feel like it's my fault," you sighed as you showed him how to find a pair of tights that didn’t have runs in them, whatever that meant. "I was the only one who took care of him. Doctor's appointments, took him on walks, made sure he didn't have the food he wasn't supposed to. The works. And I left. It's my fault he's gone. At least, that's the way Michael made it sound on the phone."

Eddie almost didn't catch the last part, said under your breath as you stuffed a shiny pair of shoes into your duffel bag, but he did. He wasn't going to let you do this to yourself; how many times over the years had he questioned how he might have been able to keep his mom from dying? On those days where he needed her most. He knew he couldn't stop you from those thoughts, at least not now but he could do his best to fight them away until you could do it yourself.

"Michael," he spoke up, startling you with the realization that he heard. "That's your brother right?"

"Older brother," you nodded slowly.

"Sounds like a shithead."

"Yeah," you let out the briefest laugh and then fiddled with the zipper tab. "He kind of is."

You complained about perfect Michael and his perfect life until your stomach rumbled and Eddie offered to order dinner for the two of you. When you mentioned that you hadn't eaten all day, he made sure you had more than your fill of beef lo mein and garlic string beans as Monty Hall played on the television.

At a certain point, your takeout carton made it to the coffee table and you started to doze off as your head rested on his shoulder. It was a relief, but only for a second, because you startled back awake and dumped all the clothes out of your bag again.

"I didn't pack the right dress," you muttered. "Aunt Amelia's gonna say something about it. I just know."

So Eddie stayed up with you all night as you packed and unpacked and packed again, uncaring that he had school in the morning or Hellfire that night. Fuck it all. It didn’t matter. None of the doubts and self-hatred and worry that had plagued him all week since Sunday night even crossed his mind. All that he worried about was making sure you weren't alone.

When dawn came, and you tiredly tried to wave him out of your apartment so that he could get ready for class and you could hit the road, he pulled you into his arms and just...held you.

He closed his eyes and rocked you back and forth as you hummed softly and gripped the back of his t-shirt tightly beneath his jacket.

He thought of all the things that he could say in that moment...

Drive safe, call me tonight so I know you got there, I'm sorry, take it easy on yourself, it's not your fault.

...but none of them were able to fall from his lips.

"Welp," you sighed. "This is it."

But neither of you moved.

"Thank you for coming over Eddie. I really really appreciate it."

Still nothing. No forward momentum, no motivation to move on to the rest of the day without one another, no reassuring words from him to give you the strength you needed to go forth alone, and no will for him to leave you.

You'd both be ready when you were ready, it seemed.

But as you finally pulled away from him, and he thought about you getting in your car and driving for what might be one of the toughest weekends of your life, all he managed to say...

"Why don't I come with you? I know it's not a road trip or fun or anything. I know I have school and work but...fuck it. We can stop at the trailer, I'll leave a note for Wayne and grab the nicest clothes I own, and...I'll come with you. I just...I don't want you doing this all alone."

...resulted in him sitting in the passenger's seat of your car for 5 hours as you zoomed down the highway away from his whole life in Indiana to the great unknown of Chicago.

---

You talked for a majority of the drive.

Eddie already knew some things about your family—strict parents, pesky brothers, too many cousins than he could keep track of—but you seemed to want to prepare him because he would effectively meet all of them.

"Big Catholic family and a funeral," you glanced at him from the corner of your eye and shot a tense smile. “It's a lot. You sure you still want to come?”

You’d done that throughout the drive too, asked him if he was sure he wanted to come with you. He’d joked several times already that you’d have to leave him on the side of the road, which you wouldn’t, or turn back altogether if he chickened out.

Besides, he already called Jeff when you stopped at his place to let him grab some clothes, and canceled Hellfire; he wouldn’t chicken out for anything. He needed to be here for you.

If he was being honest, yes he was nervous. He hadn’t met any girlfriends' families before or anything, and this whole situation wasn’t exactly the way he’d ever imagined meeting yours. As you crossed the state border into Illinois, though, your breath got shallow and your hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, and Eddie wondered if you were looking for a way out because you never wanted the two parts of your life—family and friends—to clash.

“I don’t, uh,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I know I’m not someone that…families approve of or anything, if that's why you keep asking if I want to be here.”

"It's not that--" you tried to interject.

"And I know we're not dating or anything but..." he trailed off awkwardly and then cleared his throat.

Well that was one way of sticking his foot in his mouth.

Your head was half turned towards him, jaw dropped, eyes darting back and forth from the road to him.

The thought of opening the car door and bailing as you zoomed down the highway briefly crossed his mind because he fucked up. Why would he say something like that? It was because he was a big dingus, actually, the biggest.

"Uh, Eddie listen--"

"No," he interrupted you again. "Sweetheart I'm sorry, that's...that wasn't fair of me. I didn't mean...I just..."

"No it's ok, we should ta--"

"I just thought that...I know I pretty much intruded on this trip, but I wanted to be here for you. But if me being here is gonna cause more problems for you...I mean damn, I don't mind taking a Greyhound back to Hawkins even. But more than anything, I want to make sure you're alright."

He nervously picked at the loose threads on the holes at his knees and was surprised when you took a hand off the steering wheel and grabbed his.

"Do you know," you whispered, voice barely audible. "I think I would have turned back by now if I tried to come alone. Michael on the phone...god I don't know how my dad's gonna be...or my aunt. I don't want to have to deal with all of that. But I know I need to be there...it's for my Papa, I have to be there.

"It's hard to go home when you've moved someplace else. When you've started to find home somewhere else. And I wasn't gonna say anything. I wasn't gonna ask you--it's too much to ask--but I secretly kind of hoped that you would ask to come along. And I'll never be able to really thank you, Eddie, for wanting to be here. For me.

"But thank you," you shot him a smile and squeezed his hand tightly.

He swallowed thickly and squeezed right back.

"I'll be here for as long as you need me to be, sweetheart. As long as you want me to be."

---

The weekend was a whirlwind, and honestly, Eddie knew he wasn't going to be able to make heads or tails of it until the two of you got home on Sunday night.

The first surprise, shortly after your heartfelt moment in the car, was the fact that you didn't actually live in Chicago. You'd been approaching the city on I-90, you even pointed out the Sears Tower to him. Then you got on an exit and drove for another 20 minutes down North Avenue.

"I feel like I've been lied to," he sniffed petulantly.

"I told you I'm from the suburbs before," you chuckled at his antics. "And it might as well be Chicago, it's all Cook County."

"We're not even driving North, how is this North Avenue?"

"We don't have time for a history lesson, we'll be there soon."

Still, it was exciting. Not exactly what he pictured in his head from watching shows on TV or seeing news reels about the city, but nonetheless different from what he was used to in Hawkins and that was the part he liked.

At a certain point, you reached a stretch of road that featured certain destinations that would live in Eddie's imagination until he could ask you about them--KiddieLand Amusement Park, Riviera Lanes, and Winston Plaza--and Eddie noticed your hands started to shake.

"You ok? There's plenty of places to pull over," he suggested. "I can drive the rest of the way."

"No it's ok," you said and swung a left-hand turn onto a residential street with houses that sort-of all looked the same, sort-of all looked different. "We're here."

You parked on the street in front of a house that you noted belonged to your aunt, and then led him down a narrow sidewalk to the backyard of the neighboring house, where a kid gangly enough to rival Mike Wheeler sat in a plastic lawn chair with headphones on, arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes closed.

"Jimmy," you called to him and then kicked his foot. "Jimmy. James Joseph, wake up."

"I'm awake," he startled, knocked the headphones down so they sat around his neck, and stood up. Even with one hand rubbing his eye, your brother's resemblance to you was obvious, and a sense of dread washed over Eddie.

And so it began...meeting your family.

Jimmy was probably the best introduction of them all--there was an ease between the two of you, even with the snide jabs and banter back and forth--and that extended to Eddie. Especially when Jimmy realized that he and Eddie were wearing the same shirt.

"Don't let him fool you, he's a dweeb," you announced when Jimmy got excited over a shared love for Judas Priest, and Eddie hoped you meant your brother, but he couldn't be too sure you weren't referring to him.

There was a brief respite as you both rested for a minute, changed clothes, and ate a plate of some sort of casserole from the packed shelves of the avocado fridge in your grandpa's kitchen. Then it was an onslaught, a domino effect of faces and names that gradually got more important as you got back into the car to head towards the funeral home.

A sea of strange faces that smiled and hugged you and then looked over at Eddie in question, but not in an unwelcome way, and he was glad he'd pilfered a black scrunchie from your bag to tie his hair back respectfully.

You introduced him to this old coworker of your Papa and that great-aunt from Minneapolis and this cousin. He even got to meet your old store manager--a stern, short, blonde woman with victory rolls and shimmering black eyeshadow--who'd come to pay her respects after she saw your Papa's obituary in the newspaper; she honestly scared Eddie a little, but she made him laugh, which meant she was good in his book.

It was all reminiscent of meeting people after his mom died once upon a time, the only other funeral he'd ever been to. When people called and came out of the woodwork in an overwhelming number to offer their condolences. He had been young and sad then, but he was older, wiser, and tougher now. He shook hands and said "nice to meet you" and when people questioned whether he was a boyfriend, Eddie insisted he was just a friend who wanted to be here for you.

It wasn't a lie; still he got a skeptical gaze from at least two elderly women who tutted once they were out of earshot.

Eventually, you got to the front of the room, to the row of chairs that held your immediate family, and after a few tearful hugs, Eddie finally met your parents, your aunt and uncle, and your older brother.

He was surprised to hear "I've heard a lot about you" come from your mother's mouth, but was not surprised to hear the "no funny business under my roof" from your father after a clap on the shoulder. Your uncle said nothing after a short “hello”, just let your aunt do all the talking, and all she could talk about was your appearance.

"What are you doing, honey? What is this you're wearing? For Papa's wake? I hope you plan to wear something a little more modest for my father's funeral tomorrow. And your friend? A leather jacket? A little casual don't you think? What's that dear? Yes, nice to meet you too Edward. Thank you for coming."

Your brother Michael, though...Michael was a douchebag to put it in polite terms, and Eddie could tell that, unlike with Jimmy, the relationship between you was tense.

"You're late" he sniffed judgmentally instead of a greeting.

"We hit traffic and needed to change," you snarked right back.

"So you stopped off at home? Where's Jim? Why couldn't you get him here?"

"You know how he is at these things, he'll show up before they close up for the night. You remember how he was when Nana died. And now he's Mr. Tough Guy. He doesn't like to cry."

Back and forth the two of you went, Michael's accusations and your tense responses. Eddie could feel himself get more and more irritated the harsher it got, the angrier he felt you become. If it was anything other than a funeral--a wake, what was the difference--he would have started in on your brother several minutes ago to protect you.

And he was still tempted to.

But it was like a switch was flipped as someone else approached, and he watched as you changed right before his very eyes. As all the irritation and vulnerabilities left you, and in their place...was the Store Manager version of you he knew and sort of despised. Cold and stiff and everything he knew you weren't by the grace of becoming your friend.

Regardless, it was startling to see.

At the end of the night as Eddie settled into the second twin bed in what used to be Michael and Jimmy's shared room, Eddie realized that your customer service persona had been present for most of the evening, and had only slipped in the presence of those few family members that could see right past it.

Could they see past it? Or was it that you simply couldn't hide behind it with them?

For the whole time he'd known you, Eddie had often wondered what had driven you to Indiana. The job, sure, but...you'd left everything you'd known behind. And hell, for all the times that he wanted to get the hell out of Hawkins, he knew he couldn't leave Wayne or Rick for very long. In his heart he knew the day he finally left, he'd need to be back quite often to see them.

Now, though...when it came to you, he started to understand.

---

The next day, the day of the funeral, you couldn't stop shaking.

Eddie had been nervously second guessing the black jeans--the only non-ripped pair he owned--and Wayne's borrowed dress shirt when he saw you digging through your bag, trembling. It seemed like you were trying to hide it, kept your body moving and grabbing for something, but he noticed immediately,

He snatched the car keys out of your hands before you could get a solid grasp on them when it was time to go.

"It's alright," he reassured you. "Just tell me where I'm going and I'll get us there."

He thought it would be back to the funeral home, but instead you gave him directions to the church. A big old building with stained glass windows and a large statue of the Virgin Mary out in the front.

He could hear the organ music of the hymns emanating from within, and on the hour, the bells from the tower beside the chapel became deafening. For all the Catholic school girl jokes he made at your expense, he didn't realize you were Catholic Catholic.

"You sure I'm not gonna burst into flames if I set foot inside?" he joked to try and ease your nerves and his, but you just shook your head. He watched and suddenly felt helpless, as you began to shake more and worry your bottom lip with your teeth; he was supposed to be here to support you, to reassure you, and instead you looked ready to keel over. "Hey, it'll be ok."

"Yeah," you nodded tensely. "Yeah, let's just go inside."

You didn't make a move though, just rocked onto the toes of your shiny Mary Janes and looked on as tons of people filtered into the church.

Tons of people that, once again, reminded him of the people that had come to pay their respects for his mom. Eddie remembered being there, shaking in his shoes, trying to keep a straight-face, to be strong. To not be a baby because he was 10 years old.

It was just like you said about Jimmy the previous night; big tough guy, didn't want to cr--

Oh.

Realization hit Eddie. The culmination of all the other realizations that had been mounting over the past what? 48 hours? Maybe the past week? The two of you were more alike than he realized. Eddie had just noticed how you'd put up this strong front since you'd been home; the comfortable, safe Store Manager facade was starting to crack. Hadn't he just told you the story about his mom's funeral? How he'd fallen in love with metal because Rick had realized that he needed to process his grief? That he needed to lash out? To cry?

Here he was, trying to get you to laugh, when instead he should have been doing the opposite. But how was he gonna get you to cry? You didn't even cry much at the wake when you'd placed your hand on top of the shiny casket that held your Papa within.

Maybe it just hadn't hit you yet?

Alright, change of plans.

"Your Papa knew a lot of people," Eddie noted, gesturing towards the funeral-goers.

"He did," you agreed, and he watched as your shoulders lost the slightest bit of tension. "He was...I mean you met my cousin last night. The one who wants to run for Mayor."

"Yeah, he's got that yuppie thing about him."

"Well, my Papa could have been Mayor if he wanted," you said with the most conviction he'd ever heard in your voice. "He just didn't want to. Which means he deserved it even more. He was the nicest neighbor, the best friend. He went and played competitive Bocce at the civic center and fundraised for charity and canned his own peaches to give to people."

On and on, you talked about Papa's recipe for this and his idea for that and...

"And the way he fucking chain smoked god damn it Eddie," you hit his arm as he pulled his cigarettes from the back pocket of his jeans.

Eddie thought that, at the very least, an emotional story would be the thing that would set you over the edge. Instead it was the pack of Marlboro Reds that he'd picked up when you had stopped for gas about halfway through the drive.

You hit his arm a few times, as you often did when you tried to playfully admonish him for this or that, then your face crumpled. Your shaking ceased as you collapsed against him and buried your face against his shoulder once again, just like you had when he first arrived at your apartment on Thursday night.

He dropped the cigarettes and folded his arms around you, pulled you into the safety of your friendship when it seemed like there wasn't anything safe out there for you right now; when you'd just lost one of the safe places you had in the world.

He whispered sweet words--comforts and reassurances--and he made you laugh once by threatening to punch your brother if he tried to make a scene.

"I'll do it," he goaded you. "I don't care if he's in mourning too. He's insufferable. Hate that guy. Never coming back to Chicago ever if he's still in town. You hear that? I might have to leave right now."

"No," you tugged him closer to you, and he reveled in the feeling. "You're staying right here. You promised."

"I did," he agreed.

The tense hold you had on him got looser and you hiccuped the last few tears you had.

A few yards away, a hearse pulled up to the curb in front of the church, and your brothers and several of your cousins went to start hauling the casket inside.

"You ready to go in?" Eddie asked. "You don't have to...but..."

"No," you shook your head and pulled back from him. "I'm ok. I'm ready."

"Good."

He waited for you to make the first move once again, but before you did, you took his hand in yours and squeezed.

"He would have been...so happy to have met you, Eddie," you looked at him earnestly. "I told him all about you. I think it hurts a little more...knowing that he didn't get the chance."

He squeezed your hand right back and smiled.

"I'm sad I didn't get the chance either. Guess I'm gonna have to work extra hard not to go to Hell so I can shake his hand in Heaven."

You snorted and pushed him away with a soft jackass then pulled him into the church with you saying he would have made the same joke.

---

The next morning, you and Eddie made a stealthy getaway.

Your father had tried to get you both to go to church with them again and you politely declined.

"We need to get on the road so we don't get back too late. I have to open tomorrow," you made the excuse.

Honestly Eddie was grateful; all the sitting and standing and kneeling...he hadn't gotten that much exercise since gym class Freshman year.

But as you soared back down North Avenue, you made a detour.

"I know this wasn't supposed to be a fun trip," you explained. "If you're up for it, we can make the drive back whenever...maybe during spring break or something? The least I can do before we head back to Hawkins, to thank you for coming, is give you a taste of good Chicago food. Especially after casseroles and funeral home sandwiches all weekend.

"It is Sunday, after all."

And that's how Eddie found himself having his first authentic Chicago style hot dog. Sitting on a picnic bench outside, under a red and yellow striped umbrella, the ambient sounds of cars zooming and your banter back and forth the perfect backdrop.

"No ketchup, are you kidding me right now Eddie?" you swatted his hand.

"Why do they have ketchup if they don't want it on the hot dog," he argued.

"It's for the fries and the fries only. You need to have the whole experience. A hot dog with everything, and ketchup on the fries only."

He watched as you unwrapped your hotdog and began picking through the toppings. Hypocrite.

"Wait, I thought you said you needed to have the whole experience, why are you taking the peppers off."

"I don't like the peppers."

"Are you kidding me right now?" Eddie scoffed. "Gonna have to take your Chicago Card away. Oh wait, I'm sorry. Suburb card."

"Oh my god, just eat. Before I leave you here."

He took his first bite and his tastebuds sang, as you munched on a French fry with a cheeky smile.

And Eddie was happy. Happy to be here with you. Sundays were his favorite days, hands down, and he would do everything in his power to keep them that way.

It might not have been the happiest weekend, there might still be some unanswered questions between the two of you. But you were here with him and you were still friends, and after everything that had happened, that's all Eddie could ask for.

Next Part: Closing Time

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CONFESSION

eddie x fem! reader

TW: no minors, heavy degrading themes of the Catholic Church, smut, corruption kink, virginity loss, Eddie posing as a priest. Slight daddy kink, rosaries not used properly. Umm yeah it’s smut p in v, cum eating. Etc

a/n: I have no words, I’ll see you in the crimsoned room of hell, or purgatory— in that case, please pray me out.

Trudging with untied boots the thud of his clunky soles echo loud in the steeped ceiling of St. Mary’s. He stubs the lit end of his joint out in the holy water, sizzling and emitting one last pathetic puff of smoke. Dipping a tattooed middle finger into the holy water he makes a lame excuse for the sign of the cross, flicking whatever remnants of moisture left into the open air. Keeping his middle finger high for the man on the cross.

Every Wednesday, Thursday and Sunday nights at 7 o'clock on the dot, he had come to the brick built and heavily waxed wooden floored church to repent.

Father Hopper had gone easy on Eddie when he found him trying to hot wire his car. Punishing him to thirty confessions stretched over two months time.

Father knew Wayne Munson was on the verge of a thin line of patience, and Eddie was on his last strike with Hawkins PD, next step was prison. A shared cell with the other Munson and ex resident of Hawkins currently known as inmate #89432.

Fuck it, I’ll go to jail what the hell do I care? Eddie spat at the rickety table in Father Hopper’s poorly lit kitchen.

“Son,” Father began, sipping a bitter cup of coffee, thumb nails scratching against the ceramic mug, “you don’t want to end up like him.”

“Well. I sure as hell ain’t gonna end up like you. White robes and that cardboard dog collar you wear— yeah fuckin’ right.”

That was back in May. What started as a desperate plea to steal a car and possibly sell it to get enough money to skip the prying eyes and whispering licks of gossip tongues about how he hadn’t graduated, again, — ended with him getting assigned the confessions.

A stuffy little closet with Hopper’s coffee breath stenching through a grated screen. The dark walls seems to close in on him as he confessed to petty crimes and sex on Sundays.

Leaning against the desk that held glass orbs of candles, he spits in the nearest one. The flame sizzling out. And that’s when he hears it.

A small giggle from the pew nearest him.

He had seen you around school. Clutching your school books to your chest as you were shoved into walls and lockers. A ghost among the popular chicks and dicks. But never to him.

He himself was an outcast and truth be told he didn’t remember the time he hawked a lougie into Jason’s milk carton and stubbed a cigarette into his hamburger after Jason had purposefully knocked your lunch tray out of your hands. The cheap plastic tray hitting the tiled floor with a clank.

He might remember but you remembered the way his smile pearled big and pretty, his long lashes dusting the tops of his cheeks as he winked your way, and the way your panties clung with wetness at your heated lips.

His whiskey dark eyes bore into your head as he says your name slow, like reciting a prayer. His long legs swing as he struts cockily towards you. Middle of the summer and he’d shed his leather armor. Red flannel open revealing a tanned tattooed chest. Sleeves cut off showcasing muscly trailer park strong arms. Jeans hacked off above the knee.

His smirk danced across his lips, tongue poking out to wet his lips. He had trouble written all over him. And damn did he wear it well.

“Don’t tell me you’re here to confess the sins committed against our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?”

Your legs cross and thighs rub together. A pulse awakening between your legs.

“Amen,” you giggle nervously, hiding behind heated cheeks.

Leaning his long frame against the edge of the pew, he throws a worn heavy boot over onto the seat, next to your clenched thighs under the white sundress.

He leans down, over his knee, his long curls dancing with his gesturing head, he’s leaning close and you can see the reds fading his eyes and the skunked smell of weed. Still that smile has you melting.

“So what are you in for? Forget to genuflect before sitting down last Sunday?”

His joke earns a smile from you and seeing your lips pull your cheeks up has him twitching in his jeans.

“No,” you roll your eyes in a girlish way, batting your lashes, “it’s not that.”

“Ah!” Eddie says jumping up, “no bother, I don’t think Father Hopper isn’t gonna show anyway.”

You don’t mean to frown and Eddie almost laughs out loud at your pout.

Strict as your parents were, they were demanding that you needed to confess for your sins. They were already pissed you skipped out on college, might as well take 10 years off school, you’ll never go, they hated your job, hated even more that you didn’t really have friends outside of the “weird Buckley girl.”

By the end of this month you’d have enough money saved up to move out, and oh how you couldn’t wait.

The dirty word slips before you catch it. Hands covering your mouth quickly, the heat on your cheeks burning deeper. You peer at Eddie with big eyes.

He cracks a slow smile and leans forward. Licking his chapped lips again. He’s so close to you you can see every eyelash in high definition.

“That’s another sin, one more and the floor will open and we’ll both be engulfed into the fiery pits of hell.”

“Actually I think it’s purgat—”

A ringed finger is placed vertically to your lips, shushing you from finishing. The satin feel of your lips on his rugged finger makes him ache against the teeth of his zipper.

Tracing your face with his eyes they dip down the slope of your nose and past the curve of your lips, the delicate pink rosary is hung on your neck with such daintiness it’s almost in open invitation.

He about chokes when the goosebumps rise on your throat from his stare, a bead of sweat trickling in between your tits.

Dark eyes swim into yours, and his smile is impish, full of wicked delight, “Let’s go.”

His hand snakes down your shoulder and he grabs your wrist in a light but thick grip. Beckoning you with a sinful smirk.

“To where?” You manage after peeling your tongue from the roof of your mouth.

“Time to confess for that dirty mouth.” Eddie says matter of fact, turning his head and dragging you to the confessional booth. “C’mon I’ll act as Father.”

Eddie pulls you into the small wooden door in the back of the church opening it for you in a gentlemanly manner ending in a bow.

He rushes you in with snapping fingers and a growl making you squeal.

Sitting behind the screen where Hopper usually sat Eddie beckons you to sit in his usual assigned seat.

He makes a backwards sign of the cross with his left hand and folds his fingers, clearly his throat and using a deep baritone voice, “tell me your sins, sweet girl.”

When you giggle, Eddie flicks the screen, “this is serious shit— confess to me.”

You begin the way your parents had you rehearse at home.

“Bless me Father— wait, should I call you that?”

“Daddy works best,” Eddie says without missing a beat. And your pussy clenches around nothing.

“Bless me,” you hesitate on the word, but Eddie raises his eyebrows to encourage you so you start again, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

“B- Bless me, Daddy, for I have sinned, my last confession was 10 weeks ago.”

“That’s a long time ago,” he tsks, berating you, “have you not sinned in these last 10 weeks?”

Fingers threading the hem of your dress you answer, “I- I have.”

Eddie palms himself at your innocence. “Well?”

“I— Eddie—”

“Excuse me? My title in this confessional is Daddy please do not make me correct you again,”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” Eddie purrs. Sending shocks to your clit. “Continue.”

Clearing your throat you stroke the beads of the rosary hung against your neck. Counting ten, a small skip, another bead, then ten more.

“I was.. experimenting.”

“Drugs?” Eddie asks, chuckling in genuine shock, he didn’t think a girl like you would smoke, “yes the devils lettuce is tempting.”

He flicks his lighter open and lights another joint he had tucked in his pocket for the ride home.

“But we must stop these temptations before they start, plus who are you buying from because I need to know if I have competition.”

You move your head to the side and continue thumbing the pink pearly beads in your fingers. The clack of your nails against the beads fill the quiet smoke hung room.

“No… it wasn’t drugs.”

Eddie’s mind flips like a magazine.

“Oh yes the alcohol, another temp—”

“Wrong again.”

Eddie’s frustration peaks, “well I’m not a fucking mind reader so do you wanna explain yourself?”

“I— I was.. I was touching myself.”

“Oh fuckin, Christ..” it’s mumbled and breathy but you hear it all the same, sending a slick to your pussy from your admission and Eddie’s shock.

He’s rock hard. The zipper on his jeans scream, begging for any sort of release. He needs to know more.

“Do explain,” he says intrigued, leaning forward, his hands folded under his chin.

Adjusting yourself in the wooden chair you cross your legs, and Eddie barely witnesses the white cotton snug between your thighs, the sneak peek having him swallow hard.

Taking a breath you go into detail about the videotape you had gotten from the adult section of Family Video. How you had only watched it once and the volume was muted, but you couldn’t get it out of your mind.

The way the woman’s mouth curved into an “O” when the man was pleasuring her. The size of the man’s penis and the way it slapped against his stomach when released from his jeans. How the woman’s perked nipples were firm but looked soft against the man’s tongue.

Eddie’s drool is wiped from his mouth at your explicit confession, and he starts to palm himself over his jeans when you explain how you had started rubbing yourself over your underwear at night.

Thinking you were about to have your first ever orgasm but weren’t able to finish because your mother had walked in on you, legs spread wide on your comforter, toes curling. As you were using the barrel of a curling iron to rub at your clothed clit.

The embarrassment from repeating the story to Eddie made your cheeks heat, and you hid behind your hair.

The silence is speaking volumes. The only noise is the cream of the wooden seat as you shift again, a flutter in your stomach as Eddie thinks of his punishment for you.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie breathes, a hiss on his tongue as he moves from behind the screen, wedging himself between you and the wall, his long frame leaning against the mahogany.

Ringed fingers tapping along the plump of his lips, his hard cock outlined through his jeans, “You are a filthy, naughty girl.”

You scoff, “I am not!”

“Oh baby, you are,” Eddie says, boxing you in, “but, I know just the thing to…cleanse you of your sins.” He licks his lips again and stares you down. And you're certain you're looking into Satan’s eyes.

“Wh—” you stutter, having to clear your throat, swallowing thickly and dabbing at the sweat on your neck, “what do you have in mind?”

Eddie’s wayward curls skim the top of your chest as his lips curve around the shell of your ear, he smells like cigarettes and laundry soap, “bad girls get spanked.”

Gasping, he laughs at your shocked face. “I don’t make the rules babe, ok I made that one up, but this is for you swearing in the house of the Lord, now,” he gestures a thumb over his shoulder, “get up, you’re gonna need to be on my lap.”

You do as you're told, standing chest to chest with Eddie. Only this time it’s you licking your lips. One stretch up on tipped toes and your lips could connect with his. The faint mark of a nicotine stain paints his bottom lip. You wonder if it would taste like it.

He grabs your hips and swivels you around, his rings dig into the soft cotton on your dress, his nails scratching the fabric as he takes his seat. The wooden chair groaning on the sudden weight.

Leaning back in the chair he smiles wickedly, legs spread wide, he rubs his lap, tapping for you to come closer.

When your body is laid flat against him, you pull at the hem of your skirt to keep your modesty.

“This punishment is just for the dirty words,” Eddie explains. His ringed fingers walk along your spine, trailing down your back and up the fat of your ass.

He lays a warm hand on your cheeks and rubs it gently. Squeezing every so often.

Eddie's cock is hard under your ribs and your pussy flutters at the size of him. He hums and jiggles your ass before explaining his rules for your indiscretion, “you are going to recite The Lord’s Prayer while I spank you. Understand?”

You nod dumbly and whimper when his left hand tickles up your thighs.

“Start.” He grunts.

You begin the Lord's Prayer just like you were taught, standing before joyful cheeked families in a similar white dress on your First Communion day.

“Our Father, who art in Heaven, Hallowed be th—”

A large hand comes down hard with a thwap! on your ass cheek, sending you forward and hitting your head on the wall.

“Oh,” Eddie whispers, not hiding the smile in his voice, “if you mess up— we start over. So don’t. Unless this naughty girl enjoys being spanked by daddy? Hmm?”

You nod again and continue. Trying hard to remember where you were. Hallowed be…

“.. Thy Name, Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done. On Eart—”

Two hands smack your ass at once like sticks beating a drum. The hem of your skirt is lifted past the sheer white panties you are wearing. Reaching for the end of your dress to pull it down Eddie grabs your wrist, putting your hand back where it belongs he issued another spanking.

This time he lifts your dress fully and groans at the sight in front of him. Your plump ass has all but swallowed the see thru fabric of your panties. Eddie sucks a breath in through his teeth and places his left hand in the thick of your thighs, warmed by the heat of your arousal, his thumb rubbing small circles.

Thy Kingdom… shit.

“Thy Kingdom c—” the hardest slap yet has rained down on your nearly bare skin, and it springs tears from your eyes.

Eddie smooths over the red mark left on your skin and his tone is irate when he spits, “you already said that sweetheart, start again.”

His fingers snake further up your legs and he groans at the feel of your soaked panties on his fingertips.

You start again. And the spankings Eddie delivers are swift and merciless. The harder he spanks the more you cry out.

Sweat pools between your thighs where Eddie’s hot hand is wedged, his thumb teasing the outline of your panties and pressing soft circles into the fabric.

Tears cling to your eyelashes as your punishment comes to an end, welts forming where his rings stung and clipped you.

Words of reassurance fall from his lips after every slap and harsh whack of his hands. When Eddie leans over to catch a rogue tear from your cheek before it hits the carpet, your thighs slam together tight with a snap.

The groan he lets out is guttural and low. His cock twitches underneath you again.

“..and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil Am—- ow!”

Quick, hot tears sting your eyes. A jerk of your head reveals a sight you would never imagine seeing… let alone in a church.

Pearly, and oddly straight. The calcified and slightly sharp teeth pull out from the red, irritated skin on your ass.

“If you want to repent for your sins, you need to put your trust in me, can you do that baby… hmm? Can you listen and give yourself to me? It’s the only way you’ll be forgiven.”

A perfect dental record sunken in deep, small droplets of blood weep from the pierced flesh from his canines.

His lips are pulled back in a snarl, dark eyes gleam with a feral intensity so ferocious you’re instantly terrified. He looks like a wolf fighting for a meal.

Paralyzed with fear, your lungs spasm in shock as he flicks out his tongue, running the wet tip of the muscle along the pattern of his teeth grooved into your skin.

Each pass of his slicked tongue deepens the arousal in your lower stomach. His lips curve around the mark, kissing it better, his hooded eyes never leave yours.

You moan when the purpling bruise he’s sucking into your skin is greeted with the same poked teeth that bit you earlier.

His thick middle finger had your panties pulled to the side and your arousal is coated thick on his finger as he pushes past your puffy lips. A blunt fingernail sharp against your inner walls.

“Fuck,” he groans, dipping his finger into the impossibly tight well of your sweet pussy.

Eyes rolling into the back of your head, you mimic his moans and bite into your cheek. Hungry for the look of a broken gasp as your walls flutter and tighten around him.

World spinning and head rushing, Eddie has you upright and straddling his waist. when you start to question him he shushes you.

Taking the same finger he had plunged into your molten slicked pussy, he rubs the pad of it around your lips. Like a tube of chapstick during a cold winter, he coats them again and again, licking his own, his other hand is tight on your knee and gently skirting closer to your hip under your dress.

When he's satisfied with his art on your plump lips, he finally dives in, his breath hot on your skin and you part your mouth in a welcome for him.

But he only laughs.

A throaty chuckle that mocks you, as you wait for him to kiss you, wait for him to press his pinked lips to yours. Waiting for his tongue to devilishly lap at the corner of your mouth.

But all of his attention is zeroing down on the rosary around your neck.

Each bead is slick with sweat, warm to the touch against his thumb, as he counts them in his head, your throat gasping on each inhale. Whimpering and moving your hips against him.

Grabbing the rosary in his fist he pulls you closer to him, biting the fleshy lobe around the small gold hoops in your ears, his dick aches when you whine his name.

Huffed whispers tickle your ear and send shivers down your spine and flood your panties, “Such a dirty fucking girl, practically begging for me to fuck you.”

Another whine from your mouth and he’s bucking his hips into you, strained denim against wet lace.

“Is that what you want?” Eddie demands. His snake-like tongue tickling behind your ear, “all you have to do, is ask.”

“Please,” you beg, fingers curling into the flannel of his shirt, head thrown back as he circles your neck and paints hickies with his tongue.

“Not good enough, baby. Tell me how bad you want this little virgin hole filled.”

His hand finds it way under your skirt to the desperate slick of your panties, his fingers sliding around and making slow figure eights against your clit.

Tits bouncing as you move against his hand, hopelessly with no words you beg him with your body to give you relief. You whine again embarrassed to ask for what you craved, the sin that brought you here to begin with.

When you don’t say anything he retreats his hand. And you try to chase it as it slips away, you whimper pitifully again, and finally succumb to his demands.

All embarrassment gone as you beg him, plead for his cock, “Eddie, please.. please.. I’ve been so good,” you oughta be ashamed of yourself but you couldn’t care less— if he could make you feel this good by barely touching you, you’d be on your way to that glorified “O” in no time, and you can practically hear the Hallelujah chorus.

He chuckled cockily at your pleas, but shushes you as he unthreads his belt, and almost chokes when you gasp in awe at his thick veiny cock, slapping up to his belly with a thump and the pearling bead of cum seeping from the slit.

His thick ringed hand pumps himself as he lines himself up with your swollen pussy. And when you sink down he slams himself home and you clench around him, a scream escaping your slack mouth.

He groans low, trying to even out his breathing around your pretty gasps and breathy moans.

“You’re gonna keep my cock warm before I fuck you like the slut you wanna be for me,” he chides, concentrating hard on on anything other than the tight walls of your pussy gripping him. “This is the rest of your punishment… you pray a Hail Mary and warm my cock, no whining, no moaning.”

You whimper as his cock stretches you out, practically biting a hole in your bottom lip as you taste yourself from where he painted them with your own arousal earlier.

A loud slap to your ass and you’re jolting forward, your rosary tight in Eddie’s fist as he brings you down to his lips, “start praying or I’ll go home.”

“Hail Mary,” you begin, the same way you started before, only this time the pressure was never lifted, your pussy full of him, and his tongue hot and feverish on your neck, teeth grazing your skin ever so lightly.

He’s teasing you and trying to get you to break, he thumbs over your nipples until they’re peaked and sore in his pinched grip.

When you get halfway through the sacred prayer, your pussy aches and drips down to his balls. His tongue is lazily working a red and purple ‘E’ into the fat of your tit, one hand still holding the rosary tight against your neck.

You’re on the verge of breaking when you suck him in deeper, pushing your walls around him and kegeling him in a death trap. He mins and curses the lord’s name, and he finally snaps.

Bangs slicked with sweat and stuck heavy against forehead, he grunts, “Holy Mary Mother of God.” And you’re hiked upwards.

The screen you confessed your sins to with Eddie on the other side only a half hour ago, is now pressed tight against your ass as Eddie hammers his cock into your slicked and aching pussy.

The moan you elicit is toe curling, borderlining pornographic as the thick head of his clock slams into a spot you were unaware of reaching again and again.

“Pray for us sinners… fuck this pussy is so tight… now and at the hour of our death,” Eddie whimpers into your shoulder before biting down hard.

And when you yell out an amen your fluttering gummy walls spasm with joyful relief. Coating you and Eddie both with hot arousal as it seeps from you.

And the lips you’ve been staring at all night finally touch yours.

A bruisingly, sore puncture of lust filled kisses that would have your lips resembling a baboon’s ass for days.

He’s babbling now as your feet are wrapped right around his waist, his hands wiggling into his curls and yanking harder sends him over the edge.

He drops you onto your knees and opens your mouth with a press of his thumb on your bottom lip, when your tongue is out, and waiting for his cum, he jerks his cock once more and shudders when the hot ropes leave him and drip on your tongue and lips.

“Body of Christ,” Eddie says with a smirk, shutting your mouth for you and watching you swallow his load. He expects you to gag, possibly spit it out at him like the other girls would.

But when you lick your lips and utter a seductive, “Amen.” Eddie knows he’d never get out of confession for the rest of his life.

😅hmmm yeah ily there will be a part 2

#eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie smut #corruption kink!#daddy!eddie munson

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ladykailitha · 6 months

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Grief (A Friend Indeed) Part 6

And we're back on this story. I didn't get as much Halloween stories in as I wanted, but there is still a week and half left in the month so I might get a couple of one-shots out before the big day. I have one with the older teens dressing up as RHPS characters for a midnight showing I'm part of the way through that might get done in time. We'll see.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Eddie hadn’t seen Steve in close to an hour and it was starting to worry him.

He been bombarded with commiseration after commiseration from friends of his grandma and their families. All the Munson family was already here.

Almost.

As far as Eddie knew, Al Munson was still in some jail in Texas for grand theft auto. His third strike in the state of Texas. Who knows how many strikes he had in other states. Wayne wasn’t telling, and Eddie wasn’t asking.

He was standing there in his best jeans and nice black button up. It wasn’t what he was going to wear to the funeral, Wayne had raised him better than that. But he thought it was nice for a wake.

And it wasn’t as though Steve was dressed up either. He was wearing khakis and a grey Henley.

But all around him Eddie could feel the eyes of the other mourners, looking at him, judging him, and absolutely finding him wanting.

He stood in the corner, sinking further and further from view as he felt assaulted by their glares.

Suddenly there was a warm hand on his back and voice in his ear telling him to take a walk outside with him.

He let Steve lead him out of the house and onto the porch.

Steve pulled out a cigarette and lit it, handing it to Eddie and then lighting one of his own.

“You grandma must have been one hell of a lady to have that many mourners at her wake,” Steve said after a moment or two of smoking in silence.

Eddie snorted. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, pretty boy. This is just close friends and family. Tomorrow’s gonna be the real shindig. It’s going to be standing room only in the church.” He paused. “Ah, shit. That’s going to be okay, right? Going to a Catholic church?”

Steve scoffed. “Yeah, that’s fine. Not religious myself. Kinda hard to be when you’ve seen the worst of humanity and actual fucking monsters.”

Eddie look a long drag of his cigarette. “I feel that. Stopped believing in God when I heard that AIDS was one of God’s modern plagues against the unrighteous.”

Steve shook his head. “That fucking blows. I figure if there was a Jesus, he was like El, you know? Just extra human, no God required.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah. I bet that’s what it was. Thanks for that.” He raised his cigarette. “And this.”

Steve bumped their shoulders together. “No trouble, Eds. I could hear what they were saying about you behind your back and I thought you could use the break.”

“You thought right, Stevie,” he agreed. “Not a Christian heart in a single one of those church goers.”

Steve hummed. “This is what I’m here for on this trip, okay? I will put myself between you and those hateful people.”

Eddie laid his head on Steve’s shoulder. “God, it’s on top of everything else, you know. The six hour drive yesterday. My aunt being a bitch to you even though you didn’t deserve it. Putting on my second best clothes and still not being good enough for them.”

“They look at you and see your dad, huh?”

Eddie froze bringing the cigarette to his mouth and turned to Steve in shock. “How the hell did you know that?”

Steve shrugged. “My parents used to throw these big parties for Christmas and their anniversary. Like BIG parties. Blow your uncle’s yearly wages on a fucking party, big. The last was when I was sixteen, right? And I could hear all the whispers about how much I looked like him and how I must be just like him. Booze, women, and lavish parties full of people that wanted to kiss my ass.”

The cigarette fell out of Eddie’s mouth and landed on his lap. He brushed it off quickly, cursing and patting at his crouch so that he wouldn’t get burned.

Steve laughed.

“Fuck you.”

Eddie stomped out the cigarette to ease his bruised ego. He huffed out a sigh. “Is that part of the reason for the attitude change? Because everyone credits Nancy and Jonathan for the cognitive readjustment, but it started before that.”

Steve frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Before you started dating Nancy, you stopped the big parties at your house,” Eddie said. “Hagan told me it was because your dad caught you, but that wasn’t it, was it?”

Steve’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. “Holy shit. I didn’t even realize.”

“You started to clean up your act for Nancy, sure,” he continued. “But you started down that path before you started dating.”

Steve stubbed out his cigarette. “I saw you listening to Depeche Mode earlier when we had finished cleaning up the house...”

Eddie straightened up. He had listened to the tape. The song Lauren had queued up for him, especially. That one over and over.

“You into BDSM there, Stevie boy?” he said with a teasing grin.

Steve laughed. “Oh god, that one. Yeah, no, man. You know the song I mean.”

“You want to tell me what went down there?” Eddie asked. “Don’t spare Nancy for the sake of my feelings, okay? You’re more important to me then some chick.”

“She had a thing for Jonathan,” he explained. “Broke up with me for a month and then came running back. I didn’t think too much of it, you know? I was just happy that she was back. I tried to be the best boyfriend I could. I don’t think I succeeded. Then I made the mistake of using the words ‘normal teenagers’ because I wanted to go to some Halloween party.”

Steve let out a shuddering breath. “She started drinking heavily that night. Like more than someone her stature should. I tried to get her stop and I spilled the drink all down her white dress. So we went to the bathroom to clean it up. She called me bullshit. Said our relationship was bullshit.”

“Holy fucking hell, dude,” Eddie whispered.

Steve shook his head. “I thought it was just a bad fight. Even though everyone at school was calling it a breakup. I didn’t believe it. I bought her flowers to apologize. Fucking roses.” He was on his feet and pacing back and forth, running his fingers through his hair. “But she wasn’t home. Oh no. Her and Jonathan were on a fact-finding mission. And a fuck finding mission, apparently.”

Eddie leaned forward in shock. “She slept with Jonathan?”

Steve stopped, frozen still. He took a deep breath and let it out slow. “I still thought we were dating. She didn’t. It’s why I don’t tell people. Because she thinks she didn’t cheat on me and I think she did.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” he said, looking down at his stark white tennis shoes in utter despair.

Eddie was on his feet and giving Steve a huge hug. “Thank you for telling me. I get why the music spoke to you and I won’t begrudge anyone loving music that helped them through rough times, okay?”

Steve nodded into Eddie neck, trying to not to sob.

When Aunt Penny came out a while later she found both boys just crying into each other’s arms.

“Boys,” she said gently. “It’s time for the toast to Gina.”

They reluctantly let go of each other and wiped their faces with their hands.

Wayne handed them glasses when they entered the front room. Penny picked up her glass.

“To Gina Munson!”

“Salut!” they all cheered.

Eddie and Steve knocked back their drinks with the rest of them.

There was more socializing after the toast, but this time Eddie had Steve at his side and every time they glared at Eddie, Steve would wink at them causing them to flush in embarrassment and turn away.

Finally everyone had gone, the food had been cleared away and the mess cleaned up.

Eddie and Steve silently made their way to the room they shared.

“I wanted to thank you for earlier,” Eddie said as they slowly got ready for bed.

Steve straightened up from where he had been pulling on his pajama bottoms. “For what?”

“For everything, I guess,” Eddie murmured. “For fending off bullshit...not even relatives, but friends of the family, I guess. For telling me about Nancy even though it was clear you didn’t want to. For coming on this trip in the first place. I probably would have thrown hands already if it wasn’t for you.”

Steve pulled up his pants and padded over to him to pull him into a hug. “I do it for any of our friends, Eds. But I’m glad I’m helping. I’m glad that you told me you needed me for this.”

“Single best decision of my life so far,” Eddie mumbled into Steve’s neck. “Wayne thinks so too.”

Steve laughed. “Well if Wayne says so it must be true.”

Eddie chuckled. “He is pretty smart.”

They crawled into bed and faced each other under the blanket.

“What’s really bothering you, Eds?” Steve whispered. “I can tell there’s something bothering you, but I can’t figure it out.”

Eddie pursed his lips. “It’s the stares and snide remarks, I guess. I know that like back home they all think I did it. That I killed Chrissy and Patrick and Fred. That I’m just like my dad. Maybe even worse.”

Steve pulled him close. “We know the truth. Wayne knows the truth. The people that love you know the truth. You’re a bona fide hero, Eddie Munson. They can all burn in hell if there is one.”

Eddie shook his head. “It’s more than that, I think. It’s that despite seeing me for a month every summer, that they would even think me capable of such violence. I had grown up with these people. How could they think that of me?”

“Small-minded people will always think the worst of you,” Steve murmured. “I know, it sucks. But here’s the best part about being an adult. If you wanted to, you never have to see them again in your life. You can cut them out and that’s all the say they have in the matter.”

Eddie sighed. “Thanks.”

Steve just held on until they both fell asleep.

The day of the funeral dawned cloudy and grey as if nature, too, grieved the loss of Gina Munson. Cherished wife, beloved mother, and devoted grandmother.

Eddie and Steve dressed in solemn silence. Eddie pulled on a pair of black high-waisted trousers that he had found at a thrift store before they left. He put on the black button up from the night before and rolled up the sleeves. Over the top went a nice dark grey vest. He wore his nice, white sneakers. He strapped on bracelets and bangles on his wrists and chains and necklaces around his scar on his neck.

His wasn’t as noticeable as Steve’s but he had had enough of his grandmother and aunt’s friends eyes flicking toward it and sneering last night to last a life time thank you.

Steve was dressed similarly. The nice black slacks, the black button up (buttoned neatly at his wrists), a dark grey sweater vest. He wore a suit coat over the top and nice silver tie. His shoes were shined mirror bright and his hair artfully done.

Wayne, Steve and Eddie decided to all go in Steve’s car to the funeral. They pulled into the spots reserved for family and made their way into the church. As Eddie predicted it was standing room only. They walked all the way up the aisle to where the first row had been designated for the family, too.

They sat down and the service began.

Eddie sat there, tears streaming down his face, tucked into Wayne’s arm. Steve took his hand and held on as the Father droned on and on about the life of a good woman.

The pallbearers stood up. Wayne, Oliver, Eddie, Danny, and two good friends of Gina’s lifted her coffin onto their shoulders and marched down the aisle to “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” played on the organ.

They carried the casket out into the cemetery and slid her gently onto the straps that would be used to lower her into grave.

Eddie moved back to stand next to Steve and looked out into the crowd.

He stiffened as he spotted someone near the front of the throng of people paying their respects.

Steve followed his eyes to the man standing next to a portly fellow in a black suit.

He had dark curly hair shaved on the sides. He had a neatly trimmed beard that highlighted the sharpness of his jawline. His cheekbones were as hard as his jaw and eyes. It was the eyes that really struck Steve. They were the same color as Eddie’s but so, so cold.

He bowed his head and Steve could see that his hands were clasped in front of him.

Or so he thought.

The cold man shifted from one foot to the other and Steve could see the glint of the handcuffs.

There was no doubt on who this was now.

Allen “Al” Munson had been allowed to come to his mother’s funeral.

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Pt 7|Pt 8|Pt 9|Pt 10|Pt 11|Pt 12

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spaceofentropy · 26 days

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It's time to reveal my entry for the Stranger Things Rarepair Roulette event! It's pure Tigerfreak brainrot, it's titled "Unscripted" (unless I change my mind...), and you can find it on ao3. Also, it's totally un-betaed, so there's a chance of typos etc. 🤷‍♀️

Rated E for SMUT!

22889 words

Pairing: Jason Carver/Eddie Munson

Characters: Eddie Munson, Jason Carver, Wayne Munson, Gareth, Billy Hargrove

Tags (the important ones): Alternate Universe - No Upside Down; Broken Bones; enemies to fuckbuddies to lovers; Recreational Drug Use; Catholic Jason Carver; Jason Carver Has a Crush on Eddie Munson; Eddie Munson is a walking disaster; Eddie Munson will not win a gold medal for being a good person; Manipulation; Homophobia & Internalized Homophobia; Angst; Smut; Bad BDSM Etiquette; Religious Imagery & Symbolism; Background Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington

Summary: When Eddie gets woken up way too early on a Saturday morning by Jason Carver, he has no idea how selling some painkillers to the Catholic prick will derail their lives.

What more can I say except that it's my first time writing these two, so I hope the end result is god. Have fun and heed the (many) tags in the actual work!

Finally, thanks to @st-rarepair-roulette for creating this event and giving me an excuse to write this story! :3

#STRR2024 #STRR2024NSFW #jason carver #eddie munson #tigerfreak #munver #my fanfic #my stuff

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steddie-fanfic-recs · 2 months

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Nightswimming

by eriquin

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Chrissy Cunningham, Robin Buckley, Wayne Munson, Steve Harrington's Parents Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 02, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, High School, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Minor Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Ensemble Cast, Recreational Drug Use, Dubious Police Work, Steve's Father is a Jerk, Steve's Mother is a Complicated Adult with her own Agenda, Pining, Steddie Big Bang 2023 (Stranger Things), Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Catholic Steve Harrington, Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham Words: 265,009 Chapters: 60/60

Summary

Eddie Munson’s social circle had never intersected with Steve Harrington’s, even though they’d been in the same high school for the last four years, but you could say the same thing for everyone who gave the school freak a wide berth. He’d been tangentially aware of the rise and fall of King Steve as much as anyone else with ears, but he’d never given him much thought other than that. He’d been more focused on his own problems, like trying to figure out how to not fail his senior year a second time. All of that changes one night in February of ‘85, when a nasty encounter with the new popular kids leaves Eddie cursing his bad luck. But this one bad turn leads to a rapid expansion of his circle of friends. Nancy Wheeler has brains and a frightening level of focus, Jonathan Byers is hiding hidden depths beneath his quiet loner personality, and Steve... Steve is a literal life-saver. Eddie wants to bite him and see if there are sparks.

#steddie #steddie fic rec #multi-chaptered #200k+#slow burn #friends to lovers #pining #hurt/comfort

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a-strange-inkling · 11 months

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Since the Munson's are catholic. Do the girls ever get baptized? How does Eddie feel about Chrissy's Beliefs? Since he grew up with Wayne does he have any beliefs or is an Atheist?

I have so much to decide with this new information, I’m so excited! I’ve theorized that Eddie’s family was Catholic a while back, just because that also just adds to them not fitting into a small midwestern town. I’m so implementing it!

For now, I’m going to say that Wayne was a practicing Catholic (May too), because he still has the liturgical calandar and the guardian angel light switch (I had the same one 😭) but is no longer practicing, maybe because May died or just falling out of it due to his long work hours, but he still keeps all her things 😭😭 and goes on the major holy days, Christmas, Easter etc.

I don’t think the girls are baptized. Eddie might be baptized and he used to go to mass with his mom as a kid, but stopped because Wayne didn’t go and he had no interest after losing his mom. I don’t think he’s an atheist exactly, he thinks there’s probably something more out there, but he just doesn’t really have faith in anything in particular. However, I think he would still have a taste for Catholic icons and imagery, as well as the intense and bloody stories of saints and martyrs (because foreshadowing 😭😭😭)

He admires and respects Chrissy’s faith which is personal and nondenominational.

So much to think about!!

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #old haunts #anon ask

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edsforehead · 2 years

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Fics/rec lists for me to read later

Realistically I will never be able to read all of these but I NEED a place to organize everything

EDDIE MASTERLISTS/RECS FOR ME TO READ LATER Munsonsquinn Athena writes Jobean12 Rainylana Onewrongsideofheaven ddejavvu tatakaetime07 loveronlineee steviebears flowhore peterthepark Thecamerson's Recs parkerslatte Kissitbttr peanutbutter-y-jams - July rec list Bodily exit Hoosurdaddy(dark eddie) Killerlookz Tsunamibaddie Littlestdarkage Brighteyedbushybrowed Muertawrites orpheusredux‘s rec list Hawkins losers Omenhel Starry trizz Munsonsquinn Depravity-n-savagery Delilahsroses Spiderrrling Xcatnapsx Onethewrongsideofheaven Im-657-mv Forever rogue Edddimun Eddiesashtray Eddiebaghetti Cowboy-kylo Eagerbby Sunflower steve munson munchies Smut blog recs Denim mixtapes Lizzie’s first wife Now give us a kiss Ellesgreenway Hellfire hoe Storiesbyrhi rec list Stories by rhi Lady munson Luveline drabbles Luveline The wild wolves around you * pxrxcxa * queenimmadolla Lady Munson Imaginestuffs This is hellfire Notrattus Pretty boy eddie munson - vampire list Munsonsbun Sunflowergirl522 Cupid clarities rec list Munsons trashcan Roaniom rec list Roaniom master list Cacoetheswriting Letters to the fire Wrote classically jobean12blog Ghosttownwherenoonegoes Thereagles rec list *The freak of hawkins high *Andvys Stranger nightmare Final girl eddie munson Domestic eddie Skyfall8600 Seidenbros This is hellfire chaseadrian Runningmunson

FICS FOR ME TO READ LATER Series: Summer in hawkins Series: How the fire grows Series : Livewire Series: Impulse Series: The other woman Series: Matters of taste (reader + steddie) Series: eddie munson x richgirl!reader Series: the more you give vampire!eddie munson & catholic!reader The lost lamb ? Three men and a baby A good storm virgin!eddie x experienced!metal!reader Innocent act Gentle with me Eddie sneaks into your room Whose the freak now Taking eddie’s virginity Eddie smut I meant everything I said A little loss of innocence Best friend moaning Eddie’s name Under the influence Lust for life My mechanic Text reply smut Fair play Take control Open drawers Collateral damage Something about cherries (Part 2 | Part 3) Make it up to you (part 2) I fucking hate you Exploring Don’t hang up Forbidden fruit | Part 2 Virgin eddie A little help Reader x eddie x wayne (fluff) Perv!Eddie x naive reader Eddie loves eating it from the back It’s enough to make a girl blush Secret Like you hate me Eddie x reader (smut) Just one date (Perv!Eddie) Study buddy Eddie x reader (smut) Over thinking (Eddie losing virginity) Mechanic eddie (smut) Eddie smut (Squirting) Trust and stargazing Moving to a new place and you can see into your neighbors window Rainy daze Reader love sucking Eddie’s cock Love aint no stranger Daddy kink I’ll always be here for you Feel the fear Under the influence Request: Eddie caught touching himself Orgasm denial Do you wanna touch me Angel of the first degree(Eddie x chubby!reader) Request: reader doesn’t get wet Eddie the bloody handed Rescuing you Unexpected visit Eddie being a sub Mosh pit Let me Eating you out while holding your hand My pretty girl Sex, drugs, and rock Nice bracelet Say it again. Say my name. Shy!innocent!readerxBestfriend!Eddie Heavens on fire An Order Hold me closer Reader has a praise kink Eye Contact Take it slow Finally Studying Bestfriend!reader x eddie Inexperienced!Reader x eddie Let me know you how beautiful you are Love language essay Dear diary Body worship Change your ways And so it was Perv!Eddie x reader and his hellfire shirt Jealous much? How awfully kind of you Drunk eddie Go slowly Do you wanna touch me? Sick sounds Eddie meets reader parents (angst) Eddie finds out reader has a daddy kink Eddie bj Volare Pre-Halloween ritual Mean!Eddie Piles of polaroids Needy!gf x eddie Out of control Eddie the pleaser munson Morning newspapers and fresh coffee Dad!Eddie x pregnant reader Dungeon master Paying Eddie for weed Say cheese(perv!Eddie) Eddie starts noticing his best friend bestfriend!eddie being completely oblivious Overstimulated sub!eddie Obey your master smut Birthday sex He just wants his dad We shouldn’t be doing this Sensitive I need your love before I fall Creampie Eddie smut Making deals Ruin me Part 2 Eddie benig a messy kisser I waited all day Confessions in the rain A little help(artist reader) Overwhelmed Give me my nose The freaks secret admirer Friendsgiving ‘86 Shibari Pretty Eddie trying to ask reader out Matchmaker The knight and the maiden Kate Dance macabre Munson/myers Trapped heat inside a small tin box Talk to me, Teddy Necking Loving you in the morning Overheard(smut) Piss kink Stepbro!Eddie x attention whore sister older!eddie x fem! reader Baby, slow it down Feritas older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader Eddie Munson x fem!reader Morning backwood Your beauty never ever scared me Eddie pretending to know you Maybe birthdays aren’t so bad Breeding with Eddie Munson Free now Can I kiss you? Touchstarved!Eddie You bet on me? Possessive Best Friend!Eddie Heart flayer protective stepbrother!Eddie Yandere eddie Oh you’re y/n’s boyfriend? Baby, kiss me quick Part 2 Not for the perfect girl Thunderclouds Kissing his bruises and scars Teenage dirtbag(Cheerleader!Reader, no smut) Under my skin None of your business Eddie encourages reader to make noise Lovesick!Eddie Wrap me up in all your Eddie catches you sexting Coffee cups and unconditional love

NON EDDIE REC LISTS TO READ LATER (Billy series)My favorite poison Fujiihime JQ Prince Paul Toxic!Billy Dark!Toxic!billy Toxic!mean!Billy Baby trapping billy

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New school, new people, new, no old, boyfriend

Pairings: Eddie Munson X Ex Girlfriend Reader, autistic, ADHD and obvi a lil pudge

Warnings: Steriotypical teen drama, cringe asssss, just teen drama, neurodivergency, exes to lovers, Wayne being a catholic badass 😭, everyine being christian, mentions of no family.

Summary: You've been transferred to a new public school but who else is there? your ex boyfriend?!

Wordcount: 3k

AN: This is gonna be a multiple part, if i can even live up to that expectation?? and smut WILL be coming!!!

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High top platforms hit the gravel with a crunch as your weight pressed down on the soul. Dressed in black ripped wide jeans, a slipknot band tee and an old baggy leather jacket stolen from your father wrapped around your shoulders you walked to the beat of the music. Head held high as you walked over the parking lot to the open doors of the school. Cherry Lips played loudly in the foam cups pressed to your ears as you followed the crowd through the doors, breaking off when the large yellow sign read reception caught your attention. You slipped one of the cups off your ear and addressed the receptionist, an old dark skinned lady with glasses too big for her face sliding off the end of her nose dressed in all pink, excruciating.

“Im Y/N Y/L/N I just started here today, I need a class schedule” you said with a blank expression.

She smiled however but didn't answer as she waddled over to the computer searching for your name in the system.

“One minute sweets”

The copying machine made a loud rumble as a paper started printing. Her manicured nails wrapped around the warm paper and passed it to you.

“Where B20?” you asked, monotone as you scanned the paper, the heat of the copy machine still felt on your finger tips.

“Right round the corner” she pointed to your left “First door on the right” she smiled as you gave her a weak lift of your cheeks in response.

You took your phone out of your pocket and paused the music, turning the bluetooth headphones off as you walked. The halls were filled with students, all in different coloured makeup, clothes and styles, a lot of the girls though, you noticed were wearing almost the exact same outfits, baggy light washed jeans, light coloured hoodies with stupid slogans and white sneakers. They guys weren't any different, lame slogans, dark washed jeans and sneakers. What a bore.

You followed the next crowd through the door and examined the room. Boring. Drab. Unoriginal.

Single desks stood in four rows, a whiteboard at the front with a podium to its right and posters such as school fundraisers and drama club application information hung on the back wall.

“Y/N!” a younger blonde woman exclaimed as she laid eyes on you, she wore the same light washed jeans as everyone else except for a light blue t shirt tucked into the waist, paired with a pair of turquoise sneakers with snoopy printed on the toe caps.

“Oh great, you must be the new student” Yeah no shit you thought, “Take an empty seat anywhere you like” she explained. You raised your eyebrows weakly, wasn't seating in class like the most important thing to these people?

You walked to the back of the class, lifted your bag off your shoulder and flung it on the table, slumping into the attaching chair. The bell rang seconds later and an overly sweet voice of the teacher was heard “good morning class!” She chirped “I'm just going to get right into it, because I know you can't handle me droning on” she stuck her tongue out and made an exasperated face oh my god. “Whip your notebooks out and start taking notes” she smiled “Oh!” she slapped her hand over her forehead “we have a new student! Everyone this is Y/N” she gestured towards you and on cue every head turned to look towards you.

You tried hard not to roll your eyes “And Y/N here's a notebook for you too” she strutted over and handed you a large pink notebook with your name written in gold ink in large cursive. You frowned, disgusted “I like to customise everyone's notebooks, makes them more personal” she smiled, obviously mistaking your disgust for confusion.

She walked up through the aisle back to the podium “Today well be talking about sonnets and what classifies as a sonnet” she wrote sonnets on the board “We’ll also be talking about Shakespeare for all you lovers of real literature” she turned to the class.

Great, something you already knew what it was and Shakespeare, the most boring writer in history.

You slipped your headphones over your curly haired head and placed one of the cups over your ears.

“Oh sorry Y/N” the teacher caught your attention “No headphones in my class please” she smiled brightly. You took them off annoyed once again trying not to roll your eyes and pushed them into your bag.

The class droned on for forty five minutes, endless facts about sonnets and Shakespeare, someone with insomnia could have fallen asleep in that class!

“Ok class break!” you took your headphones out of your bag and signalled to the teacher “Yes Y/N now you can listen to music, but take them off at the end of the ten minutes.”

You had just slipped the cups over your ears as a blonde in a pink dress and the same old white sneakers bent over your desk, her elbows firmly on the table as a grinning face rested in her hands.

“Hey newbie! I’m Annabelle, class president and cheer captain, so fun that you're here! Where did you come from?”

You slowly looked up at her with an annoyed face “Hawkins” you told her plainly “Oh so you're from here, I thought you might have moved here from across the country” she swayed to the side as she talked.

“No” you tried picking your phone up from the desk to show her you were clearly not interested in having a conversation.

“Weeeell what school did you go to before this?” she asked as if you were stupid “None of your business” you answered without thinking, forgetting completely that you were supposed to keep a low profile as strictly instructed by your father this morning.

“Ok no need to be rude”

You flashed her a fake smile “Sorryyyy” your rolled your eyes. Plain and simple you were just not in the mood, not for her, the teacher whose name you had no idea. It was bad enough being kicked out of well a catholic school that you didn't really want to be at but at least you had friends there who shared the same mindset as yourself, and hated all these stuck up people. But now here you were surrounded by the stuck up people.

You slipped both cups over your ears and Annabell just scoffed and sashayed away to her group of girl friends. You could see her talking disgustedly to her friends as they turned to look at you, you couldn't hear them over the loud music and chose to ignore them.

The break ended and class droned on. By the end of the one hour and a half all you had written in your notebook was Sonnets underlined and a very detailed drawing of a spider in black ink.

Someone walked over just as you were ripping the front page of your notebook out and crumpling up the blinding pink.

“Smart move” a guy with short brown curly hair held his notebook out in front of you, his front page also ripped out.

You stood up and flung your bag over your shoulder. “Im Charles” he stuck his hand out for you to shake “I dont do people nor touching” you stated, he lowered his hand awkwardly “Gotcha” and looked away. “Bye” you stated as you walked past leaving the guy with a disgruntled look on his face.

You looked at your schedule, who the hell has lunch at 10:30?? You thought as you saw the box labelled lunch from 10:30 to 11:30. You were just about to leave the room as your name was called. It was the teacher whose name you'd forgotten “Y/N wait, I need to give you your locker assignment”

She walked over and handed you a post-it with a number on and a combination lock. “Need help finding it?” she asked politely “No.” you just answered rudely back.

You looked at the lockers and figured out which way yours was, down to the left, then you found it, a locker without a lock with number 73. You threw your notebook in and hung the lock on it.

You followed a crowd of students until you found the cafeteria. You have to pay for food here? As if it wasn't already tight enough at home with one parent you now had to pay for your own lunch which the catholic school provided for you, it was a gift from god or whatever.

You bought an apple and a vitamin drink and found an empty table, sitting down and opening your phone to endlessly scroll through tiktok.

Someone cleared their throat and your face fell. “Mind if I sit?” him, the love of your life, who had been MIA for the past month, the catholic by day, metalhead by night, Eddie was stood right in front of you. What the fuck was he doing here?

“Uh yeah”

He sat down and placed a black tray with nachos on the table. “Seems we both got transferred to this shithole then” he stated. You slipped your headphones off and placed them on to the table “Yeah” you answered “Wait, isnt that kinda’ stupid? I mean they.. You know catch us having sex in a catholic school, kick us out, then transfer us into the same school?” you asked, realising the stupidity. “Yeah I dunno man grownups are weird, at least were not forced to wear those stupid unifroms through” you chuckled at him.

Why did it feel so normal to just be sat by him, like before, like you were still together, but you weren't together, you were broken up, and alone.

“Soooo maybe we should talk about the elephant in the room?” you questioned “There's elephants too?! This place really is a zoo” you laughed at him “No but seriously” you looked him in the eye.

“Yeah, ok just let me explain before you say anything” you looked at him expectantly.

“Ok, ok so, listen I never wanted to break up with you I love you”

Those words had you shocked, but he continued. He had never said the words out loud and now he was just rambling them out as if it was an everyday thing.

“Uncle Wayne basically forced me too. He said that it was a disgrace to our family name, which by the way what family? But that it was a disgrace to be doing such luide acts before marriage and especially in a school and then he told me I wasn't allowed to see you again”

“Well you kept that up, you didn't call me, didn't come over, didn't talk to me, you avoided me until I got a note saying we shouldn't see each other in class from Clarissa”

“Yeah… that.. Was not my best moment. But Wayne told me I wasn't allowed to talk to you and that was the only way I could think to do it”

You chuckled, Jesus, what a mess.

“Yeah well don't be doing that to your next girlfriend or you'll probably end up with your head on a stick since she probably won't be catholic” you both chuckled at your anecdote until his expression went still and he stared right into your eyes. It felt a bit awkward.

“I.. I don't really want a new girlfriend. I want my old one back” your eyes widened.

“You what?” you couldn't really process the words. It had been a month of crying endlessly, your dad trying not to show his disappointment and trying to comfort you, no contact with Eddie or most of your friends who had school and whose strict christian parents had banned them from being friends with you.

He hadn't had any contact with you and now he wanted you back?

“I miss you so much, and I really fucking love you, this month has been shit without you and I really really want you back. I want you to be my girlfriend again. I want you to be mine, my sweetheart, my darling and just my everything”

“Ok ok slow down” you held you hand out “First of all you've never said you loved me before, just give me a second to process this”

“Of course”

It was silent for a few seconds. “What about Wayne? You're not even allowed to be sitting with me”

He thought for a second “We wouldn't have to tell him..” you raised your eyebrows “You, are going to keep a secret from the man who legit could smell weed from a mile away? He called the cops on some kid in the neighbourhood for having a cigarette!”

Eddie chuckled “I think we could handle it though, we just you know, meet in secret, and like not hang out when he's there”

“Dude your crazy”

“I know, but you love it. And besides it might be kinda fun”

“What about my dad though?”

“Well we might have to hide from him too, you know so wayne wont somehow find out”

“Yeah. So we really like getting back together?” it felt weird to say it, and oddly formal compared to all the romantic movies where they just kissed and bam they were back together.

“Oh so you can be nice to people!” A bitchy voice interrupted the life changing conversation, and Annabelle sat down at the round table.

You just looked at her disgusted, she had to interrupt right in the middle of everything.

“Hi I’m Annabelle”

She stuck her hand out and Eddie awkwardly shook it.

“One of y/n’s classmates. And you are”

He gave the first syllable of his name before she interrupted again “a classic bad boy I get it. Well you don’t look like much but you’ll definitely do. Something to fool around with, god knows the guys here are as stuck up as this one” she eyed you.

He chuckled and laid his arm around your shoulders “I’m eddie”

Surprisingly she wasn’t shocked or annoyed at all at his action. “Ooh you’re together?” She fake cood.

“Well no worries, bet you’ll come crawling to me when you realise what a bitch she is” she picked the apple off his tray and took a bite.

“I’m sorry, who are you even?” Eddie asked, confused.

“Just-“

She began and a girl dressed in all black interrupted.

“The queen bitch of this high school”

She stood behind her as Annabelle rolled her eyes. “This is the one I warned you about” she told Eddie.

She wore a black slip dress sinched with a corset and a black hoodie on top, a black spider tote bag hung on her shoulder.

She sat down and turned to Annabelle “you’re excused” and shooed her off with a wave of her hand.

Annabelle rolled her eyes and stood up, and took a step before turning around.

“You just got here bitch, you’re not better than me and don’t act like it or I will create senior year a living hell for you”

Then she whipped around and walked with purpose over to a table full of girls.

What the hell was this? A teen drama movie? Bet her whole personality is just based off this people

“I’m Carla, met this one in homeroom” she stuck her hand out and quickly retracted it when her eyes landed on a pin stuck to your jacket.

Don’t touch me, I’m autistic

“Good idea with the pin, actually very smart. Where’d you get it?” She asked, smiling.

“I made it”

“Hey cool! You make pins?”

“Nah” you relaxed a little, she seemed nice “but I craft a lot”

“Yeah man she’s got lots of different hobbies, every week she’s showing something completely new she made” Eddie pointed out.

“What u got adhd too? Can’t stick to one subject?“ it was clearly a joke but still you answered “I do actually”

“Oh hey! Me too, yeah that’s how I know you can’t stick to one subject” she smiled.

“So how do you two know each other?” She asked.

It was silent. What would you say? I know him from school? He’s my boyfriend? You hadn’t cleared it up yet. What if you said that and he got tense? Or what if you said he was and it would come back to his uncle?

The possibilities were racing through your head quickly as Carla waited expectantly.

“She’s my girlfriend” Eddie stated with a grin.

“Ooooh this was the girl you were talking about!” She exclaimed.

They had known each other one class and he had already talked about you??

“Yeah” he said awkwardly.

“Oh great so it all worked out”

You smiled at him. A lighting smile of pure happiness. Everything had gone so surreally quickly, but the confirmation still made you feel excited.

“Yeah, but don’t tell anyone, can’t have my catholic uncle finding out”

“Right, right” she answered as she took a sip of a monster she had taken out of her bag.

“Ok well I gotta go, nice to meet you Y/N, and you both know where to find me, the emo table” she laughed “you’re always welcome, we don’t bite, or discriminate against straight people” she laughed again.

You both chuckled and Carla stood up and walked across the cafeteria.

“Soooo” you started “we are together now?”

“Yup, you have no say, you’re stuck with me now” he grinned.

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