#are nova/eddie [munson]

[floredaqueen]

..Coworkers♡

Pornstar AU but Eddie's still a lover boy at heart♡ pls enjoy🫶🏽🥹💕

[mothmans-left-buttcheek]

The Bitch, the Witch, and the Star

Jay Mocking x Allie Perea x Nova James

Inspired by @eddiemunson-reader-shame and @floredaqueen FOLLOW THEM OH MY GOD!!

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary- Fresh out of school in the summer of 85. Allie Perea and Jay Mocking are enjoying the cold delights served at Scoops A’hoy until Nova James shakes up their evening.

Warnings: profanity, references to sex, a bisexual disaster, this is basically just fluff with cursing and friendly bullying

Playlist: Rio by Duran Duran, Walk This Way by Aerosmith, Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking

A/N: So I’ve been engaging in fanfics for years but rarely writing my own since I’m mostly inspired by original characters, so this is a scene with two of my favorite Stranger Things oc’s including my own because I am simply self indulgent lol. Basically I thought “what if I threw three girls in love with Eddie Munson in a room” and this was the result. I’ve done my best to interpret the characters with the information I could find while also manipulating some information for the sake of timeframe, I apologize if anything is out of character!

The artwork above is just a sketch I made while letting the fic cook, it's not great, I'm more a writer than an artist, but I hope y'all like it. There’s also songs I’ve associated with certain moments in the fic, feel free to give them a listen.

(Listen to “Rio”, Duran Duran)

There wasn’t anything to do in Hawkins Indiana. Sure there were record stores and vintage diners along the main strip downtown, but those industries were carried on by traditional residents alone. There wasn’t anything charming about Hawkins, it was just your run of the mill middle of nowhere Midwestern town. Until the Starcourt mall.

The newest edition to the smallest town in the Midwest was a hit amongst locals. Normally your selections for an evening out were slim to none, you’d have to drive hours away for the best date nights. But the Starcourt Mall was a shining beacon to the people of Hawkins, a tower of neon lights that sang a song of genuine entertainment. Shaky escalators, iconic chain clothing stores, a food court fumigating with grease, and a cozy movie theater to boot Hawk theater out of business.

It had everything to appeal to anyone from a rambunctious teen to a generous grandparent, the glow of the sun coming in from the glass ceiling more than just a natural light source. It was the light of hope for social lives all across town. Not to mention the impact it had on the economy. Hundreds of new jobs opened up to the ambitious folks in Hawkins with the promise of decent salary. Many people left their jobs at their local mom-and-pop-shops, so the town lost some of its historic charm with the modern mall, but with all the beloved structure had to offer it was difficult to find real fault in Starcourt. There was a Jazzercise studio, a gaming arcade, Sears. With no competition for miles, Starcourt Mall ruled Hawkins Indiana the summer of ’85.

(Listen to “Walk This Way”, Aerosmith)

“Where’d you get that record?” Allie asked.

She lounged casually in the plush seats in Scoops A’hoy, the slightly sticky leather clinging to the dense fabric of her brown carhartt jacket. Select patches adorned the piece, their rough texture matching with the slightly worn out graphic of her Van Halen shirt. Allie’s stare was buffered by square glasses, her round brown eyes flickering across the table with growing judgment. Full cheeks which would look lovely in a smile only adding to her youthful appearance while her full lips pulled into an unamused frown. A hint of pink in her tawny skin accented by the dark birthmarks under her eye. Her brown hair tickled her shoulders with a volume brought on by messy waves.

Allie Perea was rarely seen without a displeased stare, could’ve been caused by her tumultuous family or could’ve been caused by her fresh seeded hatred for Hawkins. She’d moved in less than a year ago, yet within her first day she had marked herself as a basket case amongst her fellow classmates. The bucket of insults she had collected filtered out to one title she did her best to wear proudly, “The Bitch of Hawkins High.” She possessed an off-putting attitude ready for someone to have a problem with her and an unwillingness to be social, which made her seat in a social setting like Starcourt Mall unusual. In truth Allie stared at the girl across the sugar stained table, a shadow looming in the bright colored shop.

Brown hooded eyes stared back at her framed by thick black eye makeup, black hair teased to high heaven like a rain cloud around her head. Her upturned nose sported a septum ring and her tall cheekbones were painted with unnaturally sharp black contour, it washed out her pale skin to a sickly ivory. A Siouxsie and the Banshees shirt cut off her shoulders while fishnet gloves crawled up her arms to meet the short sleeves. She had thin lips painted in a deep red with an oval birthmark dotted just under the left of her lip.

Janice, Jay, Mocking had practically grown up in Hawkins. She memorized every store to street corner, remembered all the awkward stages of the preps and jocks that mocked her, and knew every hypocrite that attended Sunday service in the church her parents pastored. In middle school her odd tendencies were mostly glossed over thanks to the authority her parents had in the community, but she lost her safety when her childhood sketches of graveyards and growing taxidermy collections got out. Her outcast shift was welcomed by her peers with a series of rude and ironic insults, and despite all the bird puns made from her name “The Hawkins Witch” was the name that stuck the most.

So it was appropriate for the bitch and the witch to grow a relationship that benefited the both of them. Allie had someone to help her navigate and Jay could be weird without being alone. Getting to know Starcourt mall had become their pastime, so despite their antisocial tendencies the two enjoyed getting complimented by strangers or berated by their school nemesis in a building with more escape routes.

Jay had let Allie’s question hang in the air, the two giving matching deadpanned stares while Scoops A’hoy bustled around them. After a slow deliberate blink Jay eventually answered, “Sam Goody’s.”

A lick of shame twisted her tongue, and Allie caught it.

“Sam Goody’s? Isn’t that a chain store? Weren’t you bashing chain stores last week?.” Allie accused.

Jay rolled her eyes back and pulled the vinyl into her lap, “look, Tears for Fears came out with a new album and I’ve been dying to-“

“Tears for Fears?” Allie interrupted.

Jay stifled just for a moment, unsure if she misspoke, “yes? Tears for Fears, Songs from the Big Chair?”

The girl across from her adjusted her glasses and brushed her hair back.

“What happened to all the punk ideologies you were preaching last week? Not going to chain stores or feeding the industry and shit?”

“The album came out months ago and Music Mania downtown still doesn’t have any copies, one little Sam Goody’s run isn’t gonna hurt anyone,” Jay defended herself with a near perfect cadence. Like this was an argument she had rehearsed in her head.

“I’m just surprised you’re breaking your ‘goth principles’ over Tears For Fears.”

“Bitch, you listen to Phil Collins.”

“I do, oh I do, proudly in fact. But I’m not busting my balls adhering to rules of my subculture, and then breaking said rules for a pop group.”

“They’re pop-rock! You know what- forget it, I’m not taking shit from a ‘metalhead’ that listens to Prince.”

Allie slowly shook her head while maintaining eye contact, “... says the hypocrite.”

“Yeah?” Jay answered while raising her brows and cocking her head to the side.

“Well you’re a try hard.”

Allie crossed her arms, “you’re a poser-”

“You’re a virgin,” Jay interjected while slightly lunging over the table. The two were locked in a stare down for a long passage of silence.

“… do you wanna split a sundae?” Allie asked suddenly.

Jay’s eyes flickered to the table as she contemplated with a hum before she looked back up at Allie with a shrug, “butterscotch?”

She grimaced and groaned to disagree, “grody.”

Jay sighed in disappointment, turning her head to look back at the menu and consider their options. Just as she did so she was hit with a whiff of sweet perfume and a flash of baby blue in her vision. She felt her stomach drop just for a moment as she recognized the form walking up to the register.

(Listen to “Cheri Cheri Lady”, Modern Talking)

If mermaids were real she would be a siren. Warm skin shining rose gold in the light, plump round lips painted with delicate gloss, and deep doe eyes with lushes lashes fluttering with mischief. Her maple brown hair was long and rich in volume, curled to perfection while her bangs floated gently over her forehead. One birthmark kissed her left side just under her lip and another sat comfortably under her right eyebrow. She was dressed simply but with perfect measure, her blue dress hugging her slim waist and chest tightly while swaying around her wide hips and along her thick thighs.

Aknova James was borderline Hawkins royalty. Her parents were loaded so she was afforded every luxury the average resident of Hawkins would have to go out of their way for. While growing up under the influence of the Hippie movement from the prior decade, Nova grew into an incredibly classy young woman. At least she appeared classy. Just underneath her elegantly trimmed smile was a carefree attitude and an iron resolve, few people’s opinions could deter her predetermined perspective. And should someone cross her, she had a few choice words which would knock the wind out of anyone’s sails. Thankfully the shining star used her power wisely… more or less.

“Ohhh fuck,” Jay muttered as she watched the new customer pass by their table.

Allie’s brows furrowed and she twisted to try to match Jay’s gaze, “What?”

The second she spotted the cheerleader her own jaw became slack, “Ohhh mierda.”

Both the odd balls were familiar with Nova, mostly from the captivating atmosphere she carried through the halls, and long winded rumors of her privileged position. Being on the cheer team also granted her revered social status, and the outcasts clocked her high school social class from miles away. She was in a different league from the two entirely; when she entered a room, things shook. They could only hope things would shake away from them.

“That’s Nova James,” Allie commented with surprise.

“Yeah I know that’s Nova fucking James, her giant ass is ten feet away from my face,” Jay hissed. Curling her fingers together and resting her elbows on the table, her chin sat atop her intertwined gloved hands. Narrowing her eyes at the girl who had approached the desk, she grumbled under her breath just loud enough for her friend to hear.

“Shit, she looks hot. Really hot.”

“Good, she’ll take some of the attention off of you and your rats nest,” Allie teased while pulling at the wispy strands of Jay’s teased hair.

“It’s a bat's nest, god, and you know what, maybe I want a little attention! I’m hot! And when Madonna wannabe’s aren’t walking around like they’re god's greatest gift to the mall, I actually get compliments!”

Allie opened her mouth to reply to her friend’s banter but was left without any silence to fill.

“God she really pisses me off. Every time she comes in here she asks for a sample, dislikes the sample, and orders two scoops of strawberry in a waffle cone. But like three bites into the ice cream she sticks the whole thing into a bowl. You’d think she’d start cutting to the chase and getting strawberry in a bowl, but no, she goes through the whole process every time.”

The brunette stared at the rambling goth across from her with concern. “… are you stalking her?”

Jay looked back at her with a face still perplexed in frustration at the girl currently ordering, “I’m here a lot, and I like to people-watch, okay? Look- just look-“

As she insisted and subtly pointed to Nova, the girl already had a small spoon between her lips. Chewing slightly and nodding in response she tossed the spoon into a small trash bin. She pursed her lips while thinking for a moment, the dirty blonde currently working the desk sighing with an empty stare as Nova contemplated. She finally spoke up and pointed to a flavor sitting deep in the display. Allie and Jay watched intently while the employee leaned to grab a waffle cone, and after digging her scooper into the tub she lifted a perfect scoop of pink and red, followed by a second scoop to raise the height of the treat.

“Yeah, she got strawberry,” Allie nodded absentmindedly at the scene in front of her only to be immediately shushed by Jay who was still watching like a hawk.

Nova received the ice cream with a smile, licking a stripe while rummaging through her purse. She took a second bite while pulling out cash and dropped it casually by the register. Her motions stilled as she waited for her change to be rung up, and only once the receipt was handed to her did she take a third bite of the ice cream. After a brief conversation with the current employee the girl was handed a small bowl, and Nova dumped her ice cream down into the cup quickly while the waffle cone peaked out like a tall tower.

“Boom!” Jay slammed her hands against the table. “Just like I said. She literally has a pattern!”

Allie flinched, startled from the noise but nodded back.

“Yep, yeah, wow,” she began in a sarcastic voice. “She literally did exactly what you said she would do. That was crazy. I’m so- so enraged by her behavior. Good catch Jay.”

“… can you at least pretend to care?”

“I was pretending.”

“Well then do it better-“

“Hey Jay,” a new voice chimed into their conversation.

The two girls turned their gazes to the opposite side of their table to find a pretty brunette in a blue dress staring at them patiently while chewing on a spoonful of ice cream. A smirk tugged at her lips and she batted her lashes with feigned innocence. The once previously hunched over goth straightened in her seat and smiled politely.

“Hey- hi, Nova. Good to see you.” She slurred in slight panic.

“You know I thought Elvira was sitting here for a second, I was about to ask for an autograph! How are you?” Nova asked as she shifted her weight to one hip, eyes flickering between the two girls sitting side by side in the booth.

Jay let out a breathless laugh while her flattered face grew pink.

“I’m good, uhm, have you met Allie?” Jay asked as she motioned to her friend next to her, Nova’s eyes quickly followed like she had been waiting for the stranger to be brought up.

“No, not formally, I’m Nova James,” she said with an award winning grin. Her hair falling delicately to one shoulder as if it was commanded to.

Allie was struggling to respond, staring wide-eyed while her mouth hung open and a hum rang out, like she was a robot in the middle of saying hi before someone hijacked her programming. Jay gently kicked Allie under the table to silence her droning, their thick boots creating a dull ‘thwack’ against each other.

“Hi! Nice to meet you finally, formally, properly, uhm- I’m Allie Perea, I moved here a few months ago- New Mexico.” Allie came to life and spoke quickly.

“No way,” Nova’s voice peaked with intrigue, “that’s so cool! I went there for a music festival with my parents when I was younger.”

Allie was wide eyed behind her square glasses, “Oh wow, you’ve really traveled- uh, yeah we get really good groups out there. My dad took me to see Van Halen last year.” She said and after a beat tugged on her tour t-shirt.

“Those are the guys that did that one song-” Nova hummed the opening melody to Jump while squinting her eyes to place the group in her mind.

“Yeah! Yeah that’s them!” Allie answered with a grin

“Gnarly, they seem fun to hear live.” She complimented while watching the bundled up girl continue to gawk. Allie’s soft features slowly started to curl into an impressed smile, eyes shining with excitement at the mention of the band. Although the transfer student was a fresh face, the cheerleader couldn’t help but find Allie endearing and sweet.

Allie’s mind on the other hand was a whirlwind, this casual interaction defied everything she knew about the social hierarchy in Hawkins. Cheerleaders didn’t talk to basket cases and when they did they certainly weren’t nice about it. Yet the wealthy girl was currently on equal footing as the outcasts, enjoying the same atmosphere and the same sweet treat. The concept helped to soothe Allie’s rampant anxiety.

Jay looked between the two for a moment as the conversation halted, so she interrupted the awkward silence with as charming a smile as she could muster, “Well what brings you to the mall? Running some errands? Meeting up with a hot date?”

Nova laughed and waved her hand in the air, “not today, I’m just meeting up with a friend.”

Nova glanced between the two girls, her foxy eyes glimmering with cunning as her freehand pressed on the table. Leaning over the table to get closer to them she tilted her head.

“Actually, you guys are friends with Eddie Munson right?”

The question punctuated a pause in the banter, Jay and Allie flickering their eyes to meet as their faces twinned in confusion.

“Yeah? We are.” Jay answered uncertain.

“Does he have a job right now?”

It was then Allie barked a harsh laugh, a mocking smile stretching her lips.

“I think Eddie’s allergic to work! Guys been slacking off all summer, super bummed about being held back… I shouldn’t have said that last part.”

“It’s fine, I suspected as much.” Nova pulled out a small paper from her purse and slid it onto the table.

“My dad’s looking for someone to keep our pool clean for the summer, pay’s pretty good. If you guys could let him know I’d really appreciate it, have him give me a call if he wants the job.”

As the paper rested between the pair they both moved to inspect it, and sure enough it was Nova’s phone number. Written plainly but perfectly nonetheless. Jay ran the paper between her hands for a moment while she glanced back and forth between the paper, her friend, and the cheerleader.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, we will let him know of the opportunity.”

“Great, you guys are the best! I’ve gotta go but I’ll catch you later,” Nova gave them a playful wink and walked off, her hips swaying side to side as she waved to someone beyond Scoops A’hoy. “Isa! Over here!”

Jay scrambled to lean on the table and watch the swaying of her skirt, “hate to see her leave, love to watch her walk away-“

“Holy shit what was that?” Allie exclaimed as she grabbed Jay’s arm and shook her harshly. “How did she know your name?”

“I don’t know!”

“I thought I was gonna die! Pinche madre, she knows my name now!” Allie deflated in her seat and slapped her hand against her chest.

Jay was too busy examining the slip of paper in her hands, bouncing slightly in her seat while relishing over the dark ink, “and we have her phone number! She gave us her number!”

“… yeah, for Eddie…” Allie corrected with a studious cadence.

Jay turned to look at her, both staring deadpanned as they had earlier.

“… and? She handed it to me.”

“I don’t think she wants you as her poolboy.”

“Hey, I could make a great pool boy. I’m fit, I’m handy-“

“Jay, she wants to fuck Eddie.”

“Ew!” Jay’s face scrunched up like she had tasted a fresh lemon and she dropped the number on the table.

“Gag me with a spoon, don’t put that image in my head!”

“It’s obvious! If her family was really just looking for someone to clean their pool they’d get some average Joe off the street, but Nova’s looking for someone specific to take it. I mean she went out of her way to talk to us just to get to Eddie!”

Allie waved her hands in the air for emphasis and finally slapped them back down in her lap, her friend watching with her lips pressed thinly together and a stare that suggested denial. With a groan Jay dropped her head into her hands and rubbed her face harshly.

“Oh god, she’s gonna fuck Eddie…”

Allie nodded back, the thought that they were accidental accomplice’s in an aspiring hookup was awkward enough. But when factoring in that one of the most popular girls in Hawkins High was making a pass at their loser Dungeon Master, a guy so different from her, a whole new cloud of shame hung over their heads in response’.

Considering Eddie’s romantic track record, Nova’s chances with him were shaky; his last relationship ended in a felony and his crush turned out to be a lesbian. Whatever the result, Allie and Jay had to endure bearing witness. The two girls sat in quiet contemplation, imagining what kind of dumpster fire Eddie would make out of Nova’s advances while also reeling that they encountered a wild cheerleader and survived unscathed.

“… do you wanna split a sundae?” Allie asked with disdain still present in her attitude.

Jay raised her head, humming in contemplation, “butterscotch?”

“… fuck it, sure.”

[delusional-4-fake-people]

I was listening to the monster high song ⬆️

And it reminded me of this ⬇️ edit

Thought I share

[munsonthemisfit]

Good, I've been in rehab with my great-grandmother today!

Are y’all both okay?

[delusional-4-fake-people]

Word i fr need angst injected in my veins, like some people say they can't read a fic without smut but for me i can't read a fic without angst or at least a little bit of drama

speaking my truth guys

[idcnticxl]

I think need more Nova ships (platonic or romantic) that help revive her love for playing, making, singing music post Ivan.

[unsteddie]

One day I'll write out my pop star Steve and Rock God Eddie Munson fic.

In which Steve comes out publicly, goes into full babygirl Steve mode, and sings red wine super nova to Eddie at a benefit concert in a slutty little outfit.

One day

[eddieandbird]

Eddie Bossa Nova—

Loosely based on Billie Bossa Nova by Billie Eilish. You hook up with Rockstar Eddie Munson in his hotel suite.

tags/warnings: smut | 2.7k words | f!reader | rough | oral m!receiving | spanking | choking | pinv

———

Peering above a magazine that you weren’t reading, you watched Eddie speak with the receptionist. It took all of you not to roll your eyes as you overheard her saying she was a big fan. Soon he was making his way back to you sitting on one of the lobby chairs. He glanced around for anyone watching him before dipping down briefly to whisper in your ear

“Wait here for like five minutes, then follow me up. Room 160,” You’ve never heard a demand be spoken so sensually.

You shot him a wink to show you understood, then he disappeared into one of the elevators. Your heartbeat kept pace with the energetic music that played from the front desk. A pace that was unfortunately faster than the hands on the wall clock right above it. Four minutes and some change had passed before you tossed the magazine away and journeyed to his room.

You looked down both sides of the hallway before putting three heavy knocks on the door. He opened it with a sly grin.

“Room service,” You joked.

“Damn, they sure do work fast around here. Come in,” He chuckled and widened the door to signal you to enter. “Just set all that on the bed, sweetheart.”

You walked in hearing the click of the door shut. His footsteps followed behind you, his hands found their way to your hips as you both approached the bed.

You sat on the edge of the hotel bed before you laid back, propping yourself up on your elbows as your eyes watched every move of his. You almost scoffed as he heavily threw himself into the mattress to lay beside you.

“Do you make every girl you hookup with, do this silly little routine?” You tilted your head.

You understood perfectly why he did it. With Corroded Coffin dominating their world tour, Eddie had more eyes on him than ever. He couldn’t be risky and broadcast all of his escapades. The paparazzi were smart, but he always found his way around them.

He chuckled at your question, his eyes traveling around your body before moving to lay beside you. “Don’t get all jealous on me now, princess. You’ve already got me all to yourself, you don’t have to worry about anyone else.”

His hand began to trail up your arm, his fingers gently brushing across your arm before resting on your shoulder. His touch left flames on your skin, goosebumps growing on the trail. Your eyes fluttered in response. You looked over your shoulder and saw him deviously gazing at you, only adding to your butterflies.

“Don’t worry about it Mr. Munson, I know how this goes,” you retorted, attempting to look unamused.

“Feisty one we have here,” He hummed, letting his hand slide up further so his fingers were tracing your jawline, bringing your head towards him. Eddie brought his face closer to yours.

“So feisty in fact that you’re still talking when your time could be spent so much better using that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Eddie’s voice dropped an octave and it was like you were under a spell. You turned over and pressed your palms into the bed. You hovered above him slightly as you observed his arrogant stare.

“Straight to business huh? Am I cutting into your busy schedule, rockstar?” You quipped.

“No, no. For you-” His gaze darkened a bit as he smirked up at you. “I suppose I could make some time.”

His hands found their way to your hips. He pulled your body down against his so you were lying on top of him. His gaze shamelessly roamed down your body, clearly taking in every little detail before his attention was brought back to your face. You gave a breathless giggle as you settled on his chest. You slowly kicked your feet behind you as you twirled his shaggy hair in your fingers.

“My, my, don’t I feel special?” You smirked, feeling his eyes predatorily raking across your body.

You shifted upward, straddling him as you slipped your skimpy top over your head. You smiled wickedly at him as you sat there bare. A small amused laugh left his lips as he ran his hands up your partially exposed thighs before letting them rest on your waist.

“You should feel special,” Eddie’s eyes shamelessly took you in, his hands gently squeezing your hips. “Let me get a good look at you, sweetheart. You’re like a damn masterpiece.”

His comment painted an amused look on your face, flickers of light dancing in your eyes. You playfully posed with your hands behind your head like you were some Playboy cover.

“This good enough, Mr. Munson?” Confident giggles poured out of you as you made a show for him.

You blew kisses at him and whipped your hair around as if he had a camera out snapping photos of you.

“Damn, now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

A smile spread across his lips as he chuckled at your little poses. Every movement you made only enticed him further.

“You look real good like that,” Eddie spoke a bit more huskily.

“You are too sweet,” You whispered in his ear as you leaned over him once more. You took the opportunity of your chest distracting him to rid yourself of the rest of your clothes, kicking them off the side of the bed. Your red-painted lips left warm trails of kisses along his jaw, his rough stubble pricking your soft lips. A strong smell of aftershave and weed wafted from him, intoxicating you.

Eddie hummed in mild amusement at your compliment, almost chuckling as he spoke. “You’re damn right I am.”

There was something primal, almost feral in the way he looked at you. He took the opportunity to have your breasts in his palms, squeezing them eagerly. You continued your trail down his throat to the middle of his shirt. You unbuttoned it, placing a kiss at each notch. When you got low enough, you met his eyes. Eventually, you got to the button of his dark jeans.

“May I?” You asked, teasingly polite.

Eddie watched you with a hungry gaze that held just as much lust as you. He gave a nod, his breath hitching in his throat as he spoke. “By all means, sweetheart.”

He gently pushed your hair away from your face and behind your shoulder, out of your way. Your hands pulled down the zipper but he assisted you in taking off his jeans, forcefully kicking them off the bed with the rest of your outfit on the floor. His cock came down and made a smacking noise as it fell to his stomach. You were pleasantly surprised with the sheer size of him. You winked at him before kissing up it, base to tip. It twitched around your plump lips. Eddie swore under his breath as he involuntarily shuddered, his breathing slowly growing heavier as he cursed again. He tangled one of his hands in your hair.

“Damn it, babe,” His words were spoken in a growl as he watched you. As much as he’d like to take charge, he wanted you to take your time. He felt that you deserved to take your time.

He tried his hardest to keep his focus. “You’re gonna kill me here.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take real good care of you,” You took him in your hands, finally bringing him to his tongue. You gave a couple more teasing licks before sinking your wet mouth onto him.

You moaned against his length, mixing the sound with sultry giggles as you bobbed your head.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie managed to breathe out through a hitch.

He was unable to form a coherent sentence, his words only coming out as moans and grunts as he let you take your time. His hand clutched at the mattress as he desperately resisted the urge to buck his hips up to meet your mouth.

“You’re just so goddamn perfect,” He panted out, his chest rising and falling heavily.

You dug your french tips into his waist, leaving tiny marks on his skin. Wet, sputtering noises came from your mouth as you continued to take him. He didn't break your gaze even with Eddie struggling to keep his eyes open. You only grew more aroused as he twitched and resisted, moving violently. Eddie could feel his self-control bending with each passing second, threatening to break at any moment. His hand stayed tangled in your hair, his fingers clenching and unclenching in rhythm with his heavy breathing, as he fought to keep from getting lost in the sensation. A desperate growl left his lips as he tried to restrain himself.

“F-fuck, baby,” He barely got the words out through gritted teeth as he began to twitch and squirm beneath you. “You keep going like that I won’t last,“

A wet pop sounded out as you slipped him out of your mouth. Your jaw hung open with a subtle smile as you caught your breath. You sat up, still holding him in your hand as the other wiped up the saliva from your lips.

“You doin’ alright, rockstar?” You smirked breathlessly.

Eddie let out a shaky exhale in response, his chest rising and falling heavily as he slowly tried to regain his composure. “Doing just fine, I-“

He cut himself off with a low, almost involuntary moan as you gave him a few slow strokes, causing his hips to involuntarily buck against your hand. Your hand glided over him as it was shiny and slick with your spit.

“Sweetheart, you ain’t gonna make this easier for me,” He said panting.

“I got you, Mr. Munson. Just keep your eyes on me,”

You swung your leg over his waist, your back facing him. You bent over, one hand holding you up as you had his length angled against your entrance. You slid your hips forward and back, covering his length in your essence.

“Damn. That must be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Eddie practically growled out as he kept his gaze on you. He desperately wanted to touch you, but he was enjoying the show too much in the meantime. You winked at him over your shoulder before slowly sinking yourself onto his cock.

“Oh, Eddie,” You cried out. Your head stayed close to the mattress, only your hips moving up and down on him.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” He breathed out. One hand gripped your hip while the other found its way under your chin, gently pulling your face back so you were more level with his.

Eddie gave two hard smacks to your ass, making you hiss. Your eyes fluttered as you repeatedly were grinding into him. Every thrust had him deeper inside you, causing you to give rhythmic whimpers. He sat up a bit and took hold of your chin, then pulled you up by your neck, and held you flush to him. His hold on your throat was gentle but firm, enough to keep you close as he brought his lips to your ear, the feeling of his breath warm against your skin. “You’re taking me so well, baby,” His voice was thick with desire and lust. “I wanna hear every pretty little noise you make.”

He nipped and bit at your neck, his teeth gently sinking into your skin, leaving behind subtle marks just enough to be visible. Eddie’s thrusts were deep and full of energy. The sheer vigor of them along with his hand on your throat made you throw your head back in pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, it feels so good,” You mumbled, the movement heard clearly in your groans.

“Look at you princess, taking me so damn well,” He panted against your neck. “You like that, sweetheart? You want more?”

“Yes, please,” You managed to say in a choked moan.

Eddie pushed you further into the mattress, your face drooling into the sheets beneath you. He wrapped his rough hands around each of your hips and pulled you into him vigorously. You deliriously laughed into the mattress in between yelps from being swatted on your bottom. You could feel the sting of welts forming and reveled in the pain and pleasure.

“Damn baby, you look so perfect like this,” He panted, his breaths ragged.

He moved his hands to your wrists swiftly. He tugged them repeatedly, bringing you onto him with sloppy-sounding smacks. You could feel your eyes beginning to roll back. The fire in your stomach started to grow, letting you know that you wouldn’t be able to go on much longer.

“Mm, I’m gonna come,” You whined and mumbled, barely coherent.

Eddie’s grip on your wrists was tight, using them to pull you up against him with each motion. His breaths were heavy and labored as he bit at your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe.

“Not yet, princess. Not until I say so.” He demanded, speaking through gritted teeth.

Eddie used your hip to move your body, rolling you onto your back and hastily finding himself between your soft thighs once more. This only delayed your need for release by a few seconds before he plunged back into you. He got lost in the sight of you beneath him and the way you writhed. Your chest spilled out of your lacy pushup bra as he continued pumping away at you.

“Eddie, I need it, please,” You whimpered, your words getting cut off every two seconds by his hellish movements.

Eddie was fully lost in you, watching the way your body moved and the way your breathless pleas of his name sounded as they fell out of your mouth, barely coherent.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

He reached down, his hand gently wrapping around your throat once more, keeping you close. He pulled you upwards, bringing you close enough to where he could press his forehead to yours. Your brows furrowed and your eyes widened as you looked into his. An intense expression took over your face as you tried to resist coming undone.

“Please,” You squeaked again, trying to say anything with your pinched throat.

Eddie watched as your expression switched from pleasure to almost desperation, your voice becoming more high-pitched and pleading as you repeated yourself. He couldn’t help the smirk that grew on his face.

“Do you really need it that bad, huh?” He panted out, the smirk growing slightly wider.

He held you there for a few seconds, watching you struggle before he finally spoke again, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Alright, princess. Go ahead.”

Eddie held onto the crooks of your knees, forcing your legs up a bit. He growled as he hovered over you, sinking himself hungrily into you. The angle allowed him to pound you with ease, every stroke causing your legs to spasm and bounce on his shoulders.

You gave a short, sharp yell as he brought you to your climax, followed by passionate moans as you came down. Shaky breaths could be heard from Eddie who felt himself close to coming shortly after you. Eddie folded your body tight, your legs in the air, your knees threatening to be beside your head.

His neck broke out bright red, his mouth hung open with amusement at the sight before him. His groans almost sounded violent as he approached his orgasm. He pulled himself out and released onto you, covering you in his seed. He looked rather pleased with the sight of you contorted and covered in him. He chuckled to himself as he let you down to relax finally.

He took a moment to admire the sight of you, sprawled out on the bed, your chest rising and falling heavily as you slowly came back to reality. His eyes roamed over you hungrily, taking in the way his release spilled out onto your skin. He chuckled as he watched you, a satisfied but exhausted smile on his lips.

“How was it, gorgeous?” He panted out. He gently ran a hand down your leg.

“You were incredible,” You mused with heavy breaths.

You felt as if your entire soul trembled as you peeled yourself off the bed. You walked slowly to the bathroom to clean off, your hands combing through your now ruined waves.

“If you want another round, give me about ten minutes, sexy,” Eddie playfully called out to you as he leaned back on the headboard with a satisfied grin.

[thefvrious]

Denver didn't know what it was like for Nova to look at herself through her own eyes, but he wished she could see herself through his, even if it was just once, then maybe she would feel differently about herself. Kissing her a little more deeply, Denver pushed his tongue into her mouth, his fingertips gentle as the circled a nipple. "You just tell me when and I'll stop -- I'll do anything you ask me."

In all fairness, there was never going to be a time when Nova was one hundred percent okay with how she looked but she was learning to accept herself with all her 'flaws'. She really did love Denver though, never even so much as thought about moving on when he got locked up and just went on her journey. "Mhm," she mumbled softly against his lips before laughing. "We can see how it goes babe but don't be disappointed if I stop you."

[ilovecupcakesandtea]

Inspired by kind of true events and a conversation with @slipperygiraff afterwards:

Steve was clearing up in the kitchen from dinner when it started. At first he heard a muffled crash, then lots and lots of giggling from their tiny terror of a child and then what he knew was coming.

"STEVE!! STEVE, babe I need you up here, quickly please" came the shout from his husband. Steve sighed, finished putting the dishes into the cupboard and headed upstairs.

You could have given Steve unlimited guesses and he would not have ever guessed the sight that would greet him as he walked into the bathroom. Yet he was not surprised it had happened.

Nova was wrapped up in a towel fresh from the bath. Eddie had somehow ended up in the full bath, fully clothed. He was just sat there, knees up to his chest, hair dripping, t-shirt stuck to him and trousers tighter than they normally are.

"What happened?" Steve asked as he held his side's from laughing so hard.

"lost my balance trying to take the plug out and can't get out" Eddie pouted.

Steve walked over and handed Eddie his hand trying to help him up.

Eddie tried to stand and instantly slipped down again. Splashing more water everywhere, flailing his arms everywhere in true dramatic Eddie Munson fashion. He tried another couple of times with exactly the same result each time. Nova was shrieking with laughter and Steve was laughing too.

"baby, did you put baby oil in the bath? You're meant to put in on her when she's out of the bath before you dry her off." Steve questioned.

"She told me too! Said it's what dada always does" Eddie responded.

"now you're trying to blame a toddler, your own child?" Steve smirked. He knew full well it was very likely Nova had told him it was what Steve did. She was growing up to be terror. "Come on, let's get you out" Steve put more force behind helping Eddie and finally Eddie could stand and get out of the bath. "You clean up in here, me and madam will get her ready for bed and have a talk about telling lies"

30 minutes later and Steve was downstairs with a cup of tea and cuddled on the sofa with his husband.

"You ok baby?" He asked.

"just a bruised ass and ego" Eddie replied.

"Unfortunately I can only kiss one of those better" Steve winked.

[undead-supernova]

It's a Delicate Need / Masterlist

Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

18+ minors DNI

plot: you've never met eddie munson before...and even if your reputation's never been worse, desire is the sound of the whiskey and you're prepared for the risk. but are you willing to let it go to waste?

Pairings: modernrockstar!Eddie x fem!popstar!Reader (curvy!reader, bisexual!reader)

Warnings: drinking, mention of weed, there's genuine smut in here so sorry for the length, mention of body shaming

wc: 6.9k

This chapter is inspired by the sound and lyrics of “Delicate” and her unreleased Lover track “Need” that I haven’t stopped thinking about since it leaked. This is one of my favorite things I've ever written and I can't believe I get to share it! Okay, have fun! (special thanks to @littlexdeaths for helping chill out my frantic screaming about writing smut)

Late April, 2024

You met him in those weird ways celebrities do. Usually, it’s an award show or some house party thrown by mutual famous friends. For you, it was the Grammy after party.

Corroded Coffin won Best Rock Album for “Fire Shroud” and Best Metal Performance for the title track. (Ozzy Osborne presented their award and you couldn’t believe how jealous you were.) 

You’d won Song of the Year for “Cradle Me”. The night was electric, one that would go down in history for you and your ever-growing career. 

Because you’d done it. You won a Grammy. 

And that was the only reason you decided to even go to the after party, really. You rode the high of your adrenaline, your tears. The squealing and stomping of victory as you basked in a kind of pride you’d never felt before. A kind of pride that you didn’t even know existed.

The room boomed with music, everyone seemingly on the same wave as you. You’d been practically shredding up the dance floor all on your own, taking time to close your eyes and feel a release for what seemed like the first time since you’d started your career. You were on top of your game, on top of the world. Nothing could derail you now. 

As a remix of Miley Cyrus’ “Flowers” came to a close, you remembered where you were. Opened your eyes to look around you as another song sounded, the bass pulsating in your ears.

And despite the noise, everyone noticed when Corroded Coffin walked in.

Even you.

Here they were, all five members decked out in lavish outfits, all five shimmying their way through the parting crowd with drinks held high in the air. If it was anyone else, they’d look obnoxious and lame. But each one of the members of Corroded Coffin acted like real people. They were in sequins, dark makeup, designer suits and dresses…and they were normal. Just laughing their way through the crowd and dancing like idiots.

And that’s when you saw him.

About an hour after their arrival, Eddie Munson snuck away from the rest of the group. He was at the bar, nursing some whiskey, a smile on his face as he chatted with the bartender. Leaning sideways against the counter with his legs crossed, just lounging as he socialized.

And maybe it kind of seemed a little stalkerish that you were watching him across the room, sipping on your third Shirley Temple—with, yes, copious amounts of vodka—but you were merely observing. 

You weren’t his biggest fan or anything, but you were still fascinated by him. By his effortless charm, the sheer effect he seemed to have on everyone. Some had called him the New It Guy, others had called him a Soon To Be Has Been. But, for the most part, he was considered the man of everyone’s dreams. 

Not only that, but he was genuinely talented. Corroded Coffin was killing it, having reached newer heights. Those Grammys they won? Yeah, they’d already received two the year prior. In the last two years, they’d collaborated with Post Malone, Joan Jett, Bring Me The Horizon, Nova Twins, Amy Lee, Poppy… The list was starting to get rather full from how desirable it was to work with them, especially smaller artists they’d been bringing into the limelight. 

Plus, they were bringing metal to new heights. Tearing down the walls of what it meant to listen to metal and defying how it was “supposed” to sound. And you could go on and on about their lyricism, the way that they wrote about more than just testosterone-driven rage. They talked about mental health, about heartache. Addiction. Loneliness and the way isolation stung. Even the intense weight of fear that comes with falling in love.

They were raw. They were real.

And you kinda wanted to talk to Eddie Munson.

He was alone, for God’s sake. Just a sitting duck by himself, clad in that outfit. The sequins on his blazer casted light over his cheek, reflecting off of the LED lights. His blazer was a deep eggplant, all velvet and cool and fitting perfectly tight against his toned muscles. There were patterns of small black roses strategically placed throughout. Not enough to be overwhelming, but enough to give the drama. 

Oh, yeah. One more thing.

No. Shirt. 

Just his lean stomach with an attention-grabbing happy trail that led to his incredibly tight leather pants. The color even matched his blazer. Combat boots. Rings adorning his fingers and some black nail polish. Layers of diamond bracelets and chains resting against the dark ink of his tattoos. A guitar pick at the center of a black velvet choker around his neck.

Yeah, you really wanted to talk to Eddie Munson.

For a second, you stared down at yourself. You had a momentary lapse in confidence, wondering if what you were wearing was acceptable for a metal lead. Because you were clad in a silk knee-length dress, blush pink. One that hugged your curves and twirled around you wherever you moved. It was Old Hollywood. It was graceful. It was you.

Fuck it.

You approached, handing the bartender your empty glass and kindly asking for a refill. When you glanced over at Eddie in your peripheral, you knew he was being respectful, looking down at his drink rather than you.

It was up to you to deliver the opening line.

“You know,” you started, catching his attention immediately. “you’d kinda look like Lord Farquad if you got a bob.”

Eddie’s eyebrows lifted, trying to stifle a chuckle. “Yeah? You think so?” You nodded and watched as he tried to tuck in the bottom half of his hair to create the illusion of a bob. “‘Run, run, run as fast as you can. You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man!’”

You were right. He kinda looked like Lord Farquad’s taller, hotter, more glamorous brother. 

“That is perfect,” you said, slow clapping. “Brilliant.”

He laughed, moving his whisky as a subtle invite to stand next to him. “I’m glad you think so. I’m Eddie, by the way.”

You smiled, telling him your name, watching as he nodded. He was wearing some eye shadow, all deep purple and bruise-y. He seemed to have had a coat of lipgloss on that was now lining the rim of his glass, with only a slight residue remaining. It was still effortlessly beautiful. He was effortlessly beautiful.

“Yeah, I actually know who you are.”

Your eyes widened. He knew you? 

“I didn’t think it was your genre,” you said honestly.

Eddie shook his head. “Nah. Come on, give yourself a little credit. ‘Tetris’ had a bit of a rock vibe to it.”

“Yeah, true,” you agreed, rolling your eyes. That was a single from your last album, one that hadn’t even gotten much traction from audiences. “But it’s nothing like A Rush of Hellfire.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up again. “You heard our first album?”

Confusion flooded your features. “Well, yeah. Hasn’t everyone?”

“No one talks about it anymore,” he responded, shrugging as he scratched the top of his head. “You a fan?”

“Not, like, a diehard fan or anything, you know? It’s fun to work out to. Or scream in the car. You did that remix with Post Malone. ‘Something Real’, right?” He smiled, nodding. “Yeah, I can’t get enough of it. The original is heavenly, but you guys put a spin on it that made it transcend the meaning and give it an extra boost of emotion that didn’t even seem possible. And your added verse? I mean, it was just so raw and…” 

You stopped yourself, starting to feel embarrassed from practically fangirling about this guy’s music to his face. He may have been actively listening, or was pretending to, but you had to stop before it got to be too much.

“Anyways,” you finished. “I really like it.”

His smile grew and it was like something flutter-y-ish was rushing to your heart. What was that about? 

“I’m flattered,” he said. “Unexpected, but flattered nonetheless.”

“Why unexpected?”

“Well, I mean. Well, your music—I just assumed—”

You laughed at that. “I like way more than just pop. That’s just the music I make, you know?” He gave you another silent nod, making you feel a little self-conscious. “So, I’m guessing you’re not really into my stuff?”

“No, I really like it. I just don’t want you to think I’m a diehard fan or anything. Actually, it’s kinda funny. I saw your cover of ‘Lolita’ by…” he trailed, waving his fingers around in thought until he pointed at you with a smirk. “Lana Del Rey, that’s it. Saw it a few weeks ago. Very cool. I liked the way you changed the sound. It seemed a little sadder than the OG, even with the synth.”

You smiled. You’d done that cover in the BBC Live Lounge to make fun of the way the media portrayed you. A player on both sides, leading everyone on and leaving them high and dry. Being a temptress of some sort, always on your best misbehavior. It was a common story, something that was far from realistic. But the media circus wasn’t about reality. It was about the fantasy.

And a lot of people misinterpreted the song choice as a confirmation of your reputation. It was mortifying. And annoying. Mostly fucking annoying.

And as the bartender handed you your drink, you prayed to whatever God was out there that Eddie didn’t think the same about you.

“I did it as a joke,” you defended sheepishly. “You’ve probably heard about me, but I’m not actually like that.”

And you knew that there was no reason for you to justify yourself to him, especially someone rumored to be a player himself. Eddie was known to the public as someone who collected  groupies like a goddamn claw machine, but it was seen as something desirable. He was hailed as some kind of Metal Prince of Darkness. (Though, you’d never come into contact with anyone who’d actually been involved with him…)

So why were you nervous all of a sudden?

You studied his reaction, the way he barely had one. He just kept smiling like that, this kind of half-smile as if you were the most interesting person he’d ever met. You were sure he smiled at everyone like that.

And if it was a trick, well fuck, it was working.

“I definitely got the joke,” he said, chuckling as your eyes widened. “What, did no one else?”

You shrugged. “Not a lot of them, no.”

“Well, I guess the world is as dense as I thought.” 

You couldn’t stifle your giggle as you lifted your drink to your lips, nearly spilling it on yourself. 

And maybe Eddie thought he was being smooth, but he took a small step forward, closer than he’d been before. “Just letting you know,” he said. “as someone who is also not like that, I thought it was amazing.”

You could smell the tobacco wafting off of his jacket, mixed with something like amber or bergamot. His pinky finger was dangerously close to yours, seemingly inching forward. The closer he got, the easier it was to decode the exact shade of his eyes. Brown had been wrong. No, they were hickory. They were umber. And these hickory, umber eyes were looking at you.

It wasn’t fair in the slightest.

Something in you wanted to call him out because there was something definitely happening between you. Maybe it was a game he was playing, taking shots at your weak spots to lower your defenses. Or maybe it was genuine chemistry, luring you in with a dangerous kind of desire that you’d never felt before. 

It was something you couldn’t even explain to yourself. 

Out of seemingly nowhere, Eddie asked, “Beatles or Stones?”

You snorted. “Easy. Beatles. You clearly haven’t listened to my album.”

“Oh, I’ve heard Acacia My Dear. How could I not?” Your eyes widened. “But I thought you were sane. Guess I was wrong.” He sighed, waving you away. “This has been fun but get out of my sight.”

“Okay, wow. How does it feel to be a loser?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“How does it feel to be wrong?”

“The Stones do not have half of the amount of hits that The Beatles had. Name any Beatles album, which I bet you can’t, and I can tell you the plethora of well-known songs from each one. You can’t fight me on the factual evidence—”

“Do you wanna dance?” he asked suddenly, cutting you off.

You froze, confusion and intrigue colliding inside you. 

“Didn’t you just tell me to go away?”

“As a joke.”

“Are you going to continue to insult my preferences?”

He leaned in just a bit further. “Is that something you’d want?”

“Maybe a little,” you admitted, trying to catch your breath as he took it. “As a treat.”

“I’d be honored.”

Eddie took you to the floor like a gentleman in a ballroom, one arm pressed against his back with the other holding your hand up. As if he was wearing a luxurious tux and you were in a ballgown. As if this was something serious, something more than it should’ve been.

And, god, whatever he was doing was fucking with your head.

Because the two of you started dancing to one of the popular hits of the year, a song you hadn’t cared to listen to. But it didn’t seem to matter to either of you, going back and forth with each other as you moved through the dance floor. Eddie shimmied his shoulders and rolled his hips. You gladly followed his lead.

As the song hit its bridge, he leaned in. “By the way, I don’t know this song.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, I don’t either. I’ve been religiously listening to Maisie Peters for the last year.”

He nodded before looking at you with a bit of a sheepish expression. “I don’t know who that is either, I’m afraid.”

“That’s more offensive than your Beatles comments,” you teased.

He rolled his eyes before taking your hands and spinning you around. Laughter fell from your lips easily, finding the sensation quite dizzying.

God, how was his energy so infectious?

He tried to bring you back up, to let go. But you were done for, wobbling in his arms from the dizzy spell coming over you. One of your held hands was placed against his chest, the drumming of his heart nearly matching the beat of the song.

“Woah there,” he teased.

You sighed, your grasp on his hand tightening. “Don’t blame me,” you said. “That was all you.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, you’re right.” When you were stable enough to stand properly and the room stopped spinning, he asked, “Favorite Beatles song?”

You scoffed. “Why should I tell you if you’re just going to make fun of it?”

“You wound me.”

“I have evidence. Exhibit A, five minutes ago you told me my opinion was wrong. Twice.”

“I’ll behave myself.” You raised an eyebrow. “Scout’s honor.”

You decided to answer truthfully. “It changes every day, I think.”

“So, what’s todays?” he pressed. When you gave him a quizzical look, he shook his head. “Don’t leave me hanging over here.”

Your smile returned. “Today, it’s ‘Sun King’.”

“Ah, a highly underrated track from Abbey Road. Mine’s either ‘I Want You (She’s So Heavy)’ or ‘Why Don’t We Do It In The Road?’ from the White Album.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “You know their discography and yet you disrespect them.”

He wagged a finger at you. “You’re mistaken, young maiden. I never said The Beatles were bad. I said they weren’t as good as The Rolling Stones.”

“I think I hate you,” you said without thinking. Without even knowing how he was going to take that.

But then Eddie’s small smile grew into a grin. “Oh, yeah?”

You couldn’t help but smile back. “Mhm.”

“Does that mean we’ll never speak again?”

“No,” you admitted, showing him your cards. 

Eddie smirked. “Good.”

Apparently, he was showing his, too.

Another drink and a round of bickering later, you and Eddie were promptly interrupted by a rumbling of voices calling out to you.

Well, not you.

“Ed!”

The two of you turned and watched as the rest of Corroded Coffin rushed over. Well, Ronnie was trailing behind, still in her heels. And you commended her for not running like the rest.

Eddie let out a chuckle and you watched a grin stretch across his face, lighting him up more than anything else seemingly did tonight. It was a look of love, of appreciation. Friendship.

And when he looked at you, you swore that it intensified.

God, he was something else.

“This is Grant, Gareth, Ronnie, and Jeff,” he introduced, gesturing to the group.

As if you didn’t already know.

“Nice to meet you all,” you said, giving each one a handshake and a smile.

“Jesus, you’re prettier in person,” Ronnie said, giving you a look over. “Love the dress.”

You could help but smile, especially with how beautiful she was. Ronnie Ecker. A legendary fucking female drummer standing in front of you. Her satin dress hugged her hips, a slit running up her thigh as the tips of her fingers rested against the opening. And, sure, Eddie was standing next to you, and you were extremely interested in him. But you’d be lying if you didn’t feel heat rising to your cheeks at the sight of one of the hottest women alive.

“Right back at you,” you replied, trying to stop sounding so nervous. “You’re incredible at the drums. It’s such an honor—"

“We’re heading out, actually,” Gareth said loudly, catching your attention.

“To do what? Go to bed?” Eddie asked, snorting. “Did you grind the indica by mistake?”

Grant shrugged. “We came to see if you wanted to go back and do a one-shot…” he trailed, eyes flickering over to you. “But then we saw you over here and, well…”

Jeff pointed at you. “We decided we wanted to meet you,” he said plainly.

“Yeah, exactly,” Gareth confirmed.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Oh, please. I’m really not that interesting.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Eddie said, catching your gaze. “Not to us or anyone else.”

There was something about the way he said it that made you wonder exactly what he was thinking about you. Because there was that hint of a smirk again, one that you couldn’t help but interpret as: You should see yourself the way I do in this moment.

And even though the others fell headfirst into their own tangent, you decided to lean over to Jeff. 

“A one-shot, you say?” you asked. “Like for D and D?”

A grin spread across his face. “Precisely.”

“You guys play a lot?”

Jeff nodded. “Yeah, Eddie’s, like, the best DM I’ve ever seen.”

“Better than Brennan Lee Mulligan?” you questioned.

“Close enough,” he admitted.

Eddie tapped Jeff on the shoulder. “Did someone just mention Brennan?”

“She did,” Jeff said as he patted your shoulder. “Wanna get super jealous?”

You raised an eyebrow as Eddie gave you a shit-eating grin. “I’m guest starring in his upcoming campaign.”

“Oh, fuck off!” you exclaimed. Stomping your foot, you shook your head. Your lips twisted into a smile, all jealous and playful. Because you were extremely envious, having watched D&D for years but never playing it yourself. And here Eddie was, getting the opportunity to work with one of the best DMs there were. What a cool fucking asshole.

“Well, if you ever wanted to plaaaaaay,” Gareth exaggerated, clasping his hands together and grinning. “We could always head back and get you a character sheet.”

Eddie flicked his forehead, giving him a hard stare that you couldn’t understand. “Gareth, we are not doing a one-shot tonight.” When both men’s eyes flickered over to you for a moment, you began to pick up the meaning. “So you better scram.”

And then it was its own conversation, one that started with goodbyes but led into another whirlwind of comments. You tried to follow along, tried to understand what they were even talking about in their shared campaign. There was something about a powerful wizard, another realm underneath the one you called your own. A world that seemed upside down, a world that you were glad you didn’t live in.

And as soon as it began to descend into chaos, Eddie sighed and held up his hand. “Alright, I’m cutting us off. Go to bed, you lovely dumbasses.”

“I like you,” Jeff said as the others hugged and bumped fists. Your eyes widened. “I like you a lot.”

Without a chance to ask him what he meant by that, Jeff was filing behind Grant and Gareth, all three sneaking glances back at you as they walked away.

Ronnie gave you another look over before leaning in. “Some advice? Don’t break his heart,” she said, patting your shoulder before she hustled to catch up with the others.

Shock ran through you at the sheer idea of feelings being involved between you and Eddie Munson of all people. As if he would ever actually want something like that. The idea was so absurd that you almost had to scoff.

“Did you want to keep talking?”

You turned to Eddie whose stare was becoming almost too magnetic, having to look away every few seconds. If you didn’t, the eye contact was going to send you into cardiac arrest. 

“Talking?” you asked, lifting an eyebrow. 

He played innocent, shrugging. “Well, we could always talk. We could do other things, too. If you’d like.”

“You want me to go home with you?”

“To my hotel room, maybe?” Eddie paused, clearly trying to interpret your expression and failing. “Uh, unless I’m reading this all wrong.”

“You’re not,” you said.

Without breaking eye contact, his fingers found your palm before lifting it and pressing his lips against the back of your hand. You could only hope the music would mask your sharp breath. 

“I have fewer scarlet letters than people think.” 

Another kiss. Another lodge in your throat.

“So, don’t think I’m doing this because I’m a whore.”

You could only nod. “Likewise.”

“I just…” he paused, a hint of something covering his features. “I think you’re really cool.”

“Likewise,” you concluded, disconnecting your hands before his touch could electrocute you further. “See you at the hotel.”

“How many scarlet letters do you have?” you asked Eddie.

How the hell you’d managed to be alone in the elevator was beyond you. In fact, it was a miracle on its own that the two of you were able to leave separately, arrive at the hotel without paparazzi standing out front, and casually make it to the elevator without anyone taking notice. It was a rather close call.

Or maybe it was a sign.

You nearly rolled your eyes at the thought before Eddie’s laugh brought your attention back. 

“Ah, man,” he said. “Three, the first two being in high school. What about you?”

“Four,” you said plainly. “All post high school. I wasn’t very popular back then.”

“Neither was I.”

You looked over at him, curious about what else was there.

“Really?”

Eddie snorted. “Are you kidding me? Of course not. Look at me.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”  

He shook his head. “Uh-uh. Those first two? They used me to get back at their boyfriends. Thought the local freak would, I don’t know, make them jealous?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “I was also the freak.”

“Really?” You nodded. “Could’ve fooled me.”

And there that stare was again, burning a hole in your chest that you weren’t sure how to make go away. But did you really even want it to?

No words were exchanged as you made your way down the hallway. You looked back, always alert at the potential of a camera or wandering eyes. And when you made your way inside his hotel room, thick with the scent of him, you felt the prickles on your neck that always came when you feared danger.

For some reason, you couldn’t help but look at the door, making sure it was locked. Making sure that the shadows underneath the door were passing by quickly. Muffled voices came and went, but your guard never wavered.

“You don’t have to worry about anyone seeing us,” Eddie said. You turned slowly, watching him unlace his boots. “This floor is all booked for the band. No need to risk anything. That’s probably just my guy, James. He’s a hardass, but he loves a good party.”

A small chuckle left your lips. “It’s not that I’m scared to be seen with you,” you explained. “It’s just a nasty habit.”

“I don’t blame you. Las Vegas can drive people crazy.”

You took the moment to undo your heels, finally able to let your feet breathe after a long, long night of discomfort. There was a stinging pain the moment your bare feet hit the carpet.

But you couldn’t wait, taking tentative steps towards him. Like you were assessing him, assessing the risk. Watching as he watched you, standing like you’d made a silent request that he couldn’t say no to.

“I won’t bite,” he said, hands reaching out to yours. Taking your fingertips and pulling you towards him. Like you were still on that dance floor, like he was as lost in the moment as you were. 

As you drew near, you caught a glimpse of his smudged eye shadow, the way it was starting to smear. His eyes, darker than before in the low light of the lamp, only on you.

Yeah, you weren’t thinking about consequences anymore.

“I have to be up early in the morning,” you whispered, nearly chasing his lips with yours.

He nodded. “You can leave whenever you want,” he said softly, thumb brushing your lower lip. “I do want you to know that I want to kiss you so bad it’s going to kill me.”

“Well, why didn’t you just say—”

Eddie kissed you fiercely, nearly knocking you over. 

It was like he was chasing after you. Wherever you moved, he moved. Whenever you gasped, he gasped. Your hand met the back of his neck, so his moved to yours. 

It was the kindling of a fire.

If you dared to utter it, you would call it passion. 

You slowly made your way to his neck, scratching against the choker as you went. Eddie inhaled sharply, trembling as you made your way down his chest. Desperate to feel all of it. Desperate to understand where he started and where he ended. Wondering if you’d truly be granted full access.

But it was his fingers that flipped a switch. Eddie carefully moved the tips along your jaw—gently, like he was trying to learn exactly what you felt like. And before you could register it, Eddie pulled your head to the side and latched his lips to your throat. 

There was a release of a moan, the high pitch shocking you. 

Because here you were, feeling a lightning strike against your neck, rumbling like chills down your back. Before you knew it, you were limp in his arms.

You were giving in.

Slowly, Eddie helped you out of your dress, trying to take his time. But you were a little more fast-paced, nearly ripping off your own underwear before reaching towards him. Mainly because he only had a jacket on, but you were also extremely close to losing your mind if you didn’t have him inside you in the next ten minutes.

“Now, why’re you going so fast?” Eddie asked, voice hushed in the silent room. His lips met yours again, leaning back just enough to look into your eyes. “Shouldn’t you give yourself some time to enjoy it?”

Dumbfounded. That’s the only way you could describe yourself. Eddie was standing in front of you, offering you the chance to experience not just sex, but pleasure.

“Can I?” you asked him, desperate to be told again. 

He kissed your forehead.

“Yes.”

Eddie gently lowered you to the bed, helping you scoot up to rest your head on the pillow. He paused, peering down at you as he unhooked his choker. It was the tucking of his lip into his mouth that captivated you, beckoned you to reach up to his lips.

You couldn’t remember wanting anyone else’s mouth this much.

And amongst the kissing and the harsh breaths, Eddie had his pants off, quickly kicking them aside to focus on you. You immediately clocked how he had not worn any underwear.

Fuck.

You had no time to look down at his length, instead feeling it as he rocked his hips against your mound. With lips against skin and a fever building, you hardly formed a thought as you tried to push his hand towards your pussy.

“Eddie,” you whined. “Please.”

“Whatever you want,” he murmured. “Promise.”

His fingers danced around your entrance, the calloused tips stroking your clit as he went along. Your hips bucked, but it was nothing against his grip on you. Instinctively, you moved your face to the side, wanting to hide your face in the pillow. 

“Shh, it’s alright,” he whispered, placing a small kiss to your nose. “Let yourself go.”

Before you had any time to respond, Eddie was inside you. His fingers pumped in and out, the squelching sound of your wetness filling the near silence.

Eddie wasn’t done annihilating your neck, leaving more and more marks as he went. There your sounds returned, nearly choking on your breath as you whimpered. 

It went on like this for a while, Eddie taking his time to bring you to the brink of an orgasm. Once. Twice. Unable to edge you a third time when you came uncontrollably and suddenly. You’d come down only to find his fingers on your clit again, beckoning you.

“Can you do it for me again?” he asked.

Feverish nods, hushed confirmations.

Another orgasm. Another bout of emotions that were ripping through you.

When you finally came down from your third orgasm, you knew you needed more. It wasn’t a want. It was a need. Eddie hadn’t touched himself, hadn’t given in to his own pleasure. It was all you.

All you.

“Can you, um,” you tried to start, breath still heavy. 

“What is it?” he asked.

With shaky fingers, you reached down between you, lightly stroking his cock. Eddie let out a hiss, arms struggling to hold him up. It was his turn to quiver.

“Ah,” he finally said, a nervous chuckle eliciting from him. “I, uh, would really like that.”

Without another word, he ran his tip over your clit, a groan leaving your lips before you came back to reality.

“Wait," you sighed, pausing. "What about you?” Gently, you pressed a hand against his chest. “Don’t you want me to, uh…”

You were too embarrassed to ask him point blank if he wanted his dick (cock? Big Ben? Woodpecker?) sucked. Because you knew that if you were to say it out loud, you would be a fumbling mess of Do you want me to suck your cockbenpecker? And then you’d have to leave and kill yourself out of sheer embarrassment.

But Eddie didn’t laugh at you. Instead, his lips found your shoulder. “No, I’m alright. Thank you for the offer, though.” He slowly trailed his tongue to the other side. “Rain check for that?”

You nodded. “Y-yeah, absolutely.”

He carefully slid in, eliciting strained moans from both of you. You watched his eyes widen; mouth agape as he looked at you. Took your silent nod as confirmation to rock into you. He didn’t go too quick, seemingly taking his time to feel you. 

And as he built his momentum, you couldn’t help but find yourself becoming a a mumbling mess.

His cock was filling you, completing you. Aching as though you’d been missing each other your entire lives and you were finally colliding.

He lifted your leg over his shoulder, seemingly desperate to go deeper. You felt as he shivered, like he was unable to control himself while trying to maintain the control he already had. It drove you wild, moving with him to get him to keep going. Getting as close to him as you could to keep him vibrating above you. 

It was addicting, keeping your eyes connected as you tried to give back what he was giving to you. There was a silent connection forming, one where you were desperate to make him feel the way you did. Craved the ability to make him bend at your will, a carnal desire to make him fall apart at your hands.

Eddie smiled, nearly laughing as you grabbed his ass and pushed him deeper into you. And even though you were close to cracking a smile, it was quickly taken away. He thrusted again, harder, intensifying the wave of ecstasy washing over you. You cried out, unable to hold it in anymore. 

“That’s it,” he said. “You sound so pretty, you know that?”

A fourth orgasm ripped through you at his praise, cum coating his cock as he continued to rock into you. He slowed, only for a moment, just enough to help you down before he picked you right back up again. Cradled your face in one hand, his other lightly running up and down your calf. For the first time, you weren’t thrown into overstimulation.

For the first time, you experienced true pleasure from sex.

As you continued to writhe in his arms, trembling as he left you in wave after wave of euphoria, you felt something shift in your chest. You couldn’t see it then, but there was a part of you that would want him the moment he was gone. Because when he finally came, pulling out and spilling onto your stomach, you were disappointed that he hadn’t cum inside you.

It was in the way he took his time with you, treating you like a lady, praising you with each orgasm. Instead of whatever you imagined, something fast and filthy and rough, you were… Well, you were worshiped.

It was much more than whatever a one-night stand between strangers was supposed to look like. And you’d never had a one-night stand, but you were ninety-nine percent sure it was not this. Strangely, you were very, very okay with that.

When you two were officially finished, he pulled you into his chest, your head resting above his thrumming heart. And you stayed there. Without any thought of the future, without any thought of your hotel room or your manager or the flight you had to take tomorrow. No, you were somewhere else. Somewhere lovely. Somewhere safe.

“Tell me something true,” you whispered in the dark.

“What do you mean?”

“Something you probably haven’t talked about to the press or whatever. However personal you’d like to get.”

“I have two cats,” he said. “And I’m actually considering getting a third.”

“That’s really cool,” you responded. “But I’m curious.”

“Hm?”

“How do you have cats when you’re always away from home? I’ve always wanted to adopt one, but I’m scared we’ll have separation anxiety.”

“Easy. I bring them with me.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I have special bags for them and everything. They fucking love traveling if you can believe it. Goddamn angels on airplanes.”

You couldn’t help your jealousy. It had always been a dream to have a cat. A companion, a friend to curl up next to at night. But your parents despised animals and then, well, you were suddenly never home. You wondered what it would feel like to be able to bring a piece of home with you wherever you went.

“What about you?’

You peered up at him. “Me?”

“Yeah, you,” he said with a smile. “Tell me something true.”

“It’s so stereotypical, but…” You took a deep breath, contemplating if it was okay to be so vulnerable so soon after meeting him. “I get really sad when people talk about my body.” You watched his eyebrows furrow. “I like myself, but it’s hard to be, like, not skinny and still be the artist I am as if my body determines whether I’m good enough at my job.

“Sometimes I wish I could just be a person who happens to have this body and that was that. I’m healthy…what more do people want out of me?”

Eddie’s arms tightened around your waist, fingers brushing against your tummy. “People are fucked up. Genuinely.” 

“I agree. It’s like… Either I’m too big for someone to love me but my reputation is that I’m fucking everyone within a ten mile radius at any given time. Like a fucking fuck radar.” Eddie laughed. “Like which is it? ‘Cause I clearly can’t be both and I can’t be neither.”

“You know what I say to that?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Hm?”

He raised his fist. “Fuck ‘em.”

You gave him a fist bump, nodding. “Yeah, fuck ‘em.”

“Also, if I may add, you’re fucking beautiful.” You shook your head. “No, I’m serious. I saw you walk up to accept your award tonight, which you totally had in the bag by the way, and I couldn’t help but think, ‘Wow, she’s more stunning in person.’ And I was at one of the tables in the back.”

 “You really thought that?”

“Please, I think Jeff was getting annoyed at how much I was staring. Said Radiohead wrote ‘Creep’ about me.”

A laugh fell from your lips but you still shook your head.

“I genuinely like you for you,” he whispered, lightly lifting your chin up. “It’s something true.”

“I think…I believe you.”

“Please do.”

But when you finally fell asleep, you were thrown into something ferocious. The sky turned black, with crows and ravens circling the trees. You ran along a path, trying desperately to find shelter. In the distance, you saw Eddie, walking with some other girl. One arm behind his back, his other hand holding hers. Just like he did with you.

And then it occurred to you: Now that you’d gotten a taste of Eddie Munson, you didn’t want to share.

It was supposed to be a random hookup. Just a fleeting glance at the unusual mixture of metal and pop, leather and lace. But when you woke up to the sound of your alarm, having to get on a plane as soon as possible to do promo in Chicago, you decided to wake him up.

“Hey,” you said. “Wake up, sleepy.”

He opened his eyes slightly, taking in your already dressed appearance. “Where are you going?”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you shrugged. “Chicago. I have a podcast to go on to talk about the Grammys and bullshit about having anything written for the next album and do promo and all that.” You looked down at the white duvet, all wrinkly from the long night (with a hint of his smeared eye shadow.) “I just wanted to thank you for last night and tell you that I had fun.”

“Yeah?” You nodded. “I did, too.” 

For a moment, you were quiet. Watching as he bit his lip, noticing how you were chewing on yours. Wondered what to say. What to think. How to end an interaction you really didn’t want to end.

“Favorite Beatles song this morning?” he asked.

You tried not to smile, but you couldn’t help it as you looked up at his cheeky expression. 

“‘I’ve Just Seen A Face’.”

“Help!” he nearly shouted in a fake scared voice, clasping onto his face. 

Rolling your eyes at his antics, you said, “If I didn’t know better, you know every album they’ve ever done.”

“Maybe I’ll tell you the answer next time I see you.”

You chuckled, telling yourself that this was just something people say. Next time this. Next time that. And there’s no follow up. Just a glance here and there at events. No one calls. No one cares.

You tried to get up, but Eddie gently grabbed your hand, rubbing his fingers along your knuckles. “Actually, in all seriousness…I wouldn’t mind seeing you again sometime.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Without a word, you disconnected your hand from his and started towards the door. Started towards what was ultimately going to be a long day with endless naps and replacing the water in your body with coffee. 

And as you placed your hand on the cold doorknob, Eddie said his last words.

“I’m going to miss you.”

You glanced over at him, your armor starting to come loose. 

But it tightened as soon as the weakness was identified. Because there was no way to make any promises, no way to guarantee anything more than what this moment in time had provided. 

“I’ll see you soon, Eddie. I’ll make sure of it.”

After that, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way he was just so honest. Upfront. Wanting you close.

He told you he was going to miss you. He told you that he liked you for the person you were, not the person that everyone expected you to be. And he was the same, his reputation being nothing more than a façade for the lovely human being underneath.

The rest of that day, that week, you could only think of him.

Shouldn’t you give yourself some time to enjoy it? his voice echoed. 

It’s alright. 

Just let go.

Early October, 2024

His makeup smeared down his face as he held your eyes. You’d never seen him so soft, so gentle. Full of emotions reserved just for you. Desperate for the one thing he ever wanted. 

You.

And in that moment, it all froze mid-air. The laughter and gasps of the crowd. The sound of the photographers shouting his name, shouting yours. The videos and the comments that felt like sticks and stones. Ronnie’s hurling words that felt like daggers.

It dissipates as you remember the start, as you remember why you were there in the first place. Why it mattered.

“Okay,” you murmured.

Eddie's eyes widened.

“I’ll stay.”

[floredaqueen]

I realize it’s been ages since I last posted anything, so I thought I’d share all the doodles I created throughout January. I’m excited to finally reveal these pieces, even if it’s just the ones Tumblr allows me to upload. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed drawing them!

It's just a mix of my bisexual ass thoughts

Featuring ( @mothmans-left-buttcheek oc Jay Mocking)

[mothmans-left-buttcheek]

Anything You Can Do

Jay Mocking x Nova James (x Eddie Munson, he’s here too I guess)

A fic featuring @floredaqueen and her oc Y'ALL BETTER FOLLOW HER

Dividers by @strangergraphics

Word Count- 9k+

Summary- Nova James and Jay Mocking have little in common, save for a mutual friendship with local Dungeon Master and renowned freak Eddie Munson. They two step on each other's toes one too many times and solidify a silent rivalry. Can they overcome their differences, or is this the start of a new long standing feud in Hawkins High? TLDR; Girl so confusing feat. Lorde, they literally work it out on the remix

Warnings- Underage drinking, excessive alcohol intake, emetophobia (vomiting), and a lot of hot sexy women

A/N: It's literally taken me months to get this fic ready, I don't even want to talk about the word count, but Flo has been an absolute pleasure to collaborate with on a piece as both silly and emotional as this. I promise it's not gonna take me ages to write in the future, I have more on the way!

Playlist- West End Girls by The Pet Shop Boys, Venus by Bananarama, One Way or Another by Blondie

(Listen to “West End Girls” by The Pet Shop Boys)

“For Christ's sake stop telling me to put a tarrasque under the city,” Eddie murmured with a hoarse rattle to his voice. His messy waves formed a small curtain over his face while he whispered to the girl sitting close to him, the denim of his dark jeans scratching against her black leather skirt to create a hum of friction that hid their conversation.

Jay hunched close to Eddie with her arms crossed, her teased black hair making the perfect shield while the rest of their party conversed around them. It was the best privacy they could afford in the busy cafeteria surrounded by their fellow freaks in Hellfire Club. The symphony of high schoolers around them already helped to keep their party in the dark, but they couldn’t be too certain. So they kept close to one another and spoke low, huddling together while they overwhelmed the end of the table with the smell of cigarettes and hair spray.

“Don’t be a pussy,” Jay rolled her eyes and whispered back.

“It’d be hilarious! Drop them off in a city full of magic, and since Gareth has so many anti magic spells-”

“I got it, I got it,” Eddie ended her thought before it could continue. Eddie didn’t tell anyone his plans for his games, but he was never opposed to suggestions when he needed to stretch out a session. Jay was someone he turned to for brainstorming, but this specific idea she came back to frequently.

“Listen, sadist,” he scolded, “you might find the idea of a TPK intriguing, but I planned the end of this campaign before I even had players. And I would sell my soul to satan himself and be damned for all eternity before I would let this party die before that.” With a harsh bite into a pretzel he affirmed his certainty.

Jay blinked slowly at him, otherwise not emoting.

“… you know you shouldn’t say that shit, I know people who would believe you.”

Eddie didn’t exert the energy it would take to roll his eyes, but he leaned back and averted his gaze to mark the end of the conversation. Just as he glazed over the party, still distracted with their own mindless bickering, he spotted a hazy figure at the table across from them. Her familiar outline, a magnet that pulled his focus away from Planet Outcast to a whole new glowing galaxy where Nova was the shining star.

Leaned over the table, a vision in the signature green and white uniform for Hawkins cheerleaders, even without the sun beaming over her she still shined like an angel. Nova James was laughing along with her cheer team, entertaining her clique with a comment that seemed clever enough to sweep the group into a fit of laughter. Eddie was staring at her perfectly curled hair and well arranged appearance, subconsciously mesmerized by her stature. He didn’t realize how long he had been staring until her eyes suddenly locked with his from across the cafeteria. When the surprise left Nova’s eyes a pleasant joy glimmered in its place, she smiled at him and waved gracefully. Eddie was frozen for a moment, jolting up his hand in the air like an afterthought and waving back a bit too eagerly. Even after hanging out all summer he was still shocked whenever she would acknowledge him in school.

Jay wasn’t paying attention to anything other than a small sandwich with which she was meticulously peeling off the crust of a small sandwich with disgust. But when Eddie’s arm shot up in the air she turned her head frantically. Darting her head to where Eddie was beaming she finally noticed Nova’s attention had turned to the metalhead. She gave Eddie a sly smirk, nodding with approval as she folded up the mutilated meal in front of her.

“I still can’t believe you’re all buddy-buddy with Nova fucking James.” She shook her head.

Eddie slowly brought his hand back down to his side, “yeah I’m still pinching myself awake over here.”

Just when they thought the moment was over and Nova would go back to her group, Nova made a hasty comment to the other cheerleaders before bounding across the room. Even though the space was swallowed by teenagers' conversations, the two watching her strides swore the squeaking of her sneakers resounded through the crowded cafeteria. Jay grabbed Eddie’s arm harshly and began a rapid slapping motion against his leather jacket as Nova grew closer.

“Oh god- oh my god is she coming over here? Is she coming over here?” Her voice got progressively higher and quieter.

“Act cool, Jesus act cool- hey Nova.” Eddie gave Nova his best charming smile.

The group of young Hellfire boys had barely paid attention to the encroaching presence until it was too late, and the sweet smell of Nova’s perfume all snapped them out of their conversations to watch in paralyzed awe as the socialite made a casual descent into their atmosphere.

“Hi Eddie,” she said in a sweet voice, she took a long pause to slide her gaze over to the companion nearest to him. “Hi Jay.”

“Hi,” Jay replied with her mouth agape in a pathetic smile.

Eddie stood up from his seat slightly and gave a dramatic bow, “Gracing us peasants with your esteemed presence? It’s gotta be someone’s birthday, hopefully mine.”

There was a brief pause between them as Eddie’s toothed smile started to turn down in awkward realization, then Jay suddenly tugged at his denim vest and pulled him back down in his chair. He huffed in surprise before glancing at Jay with confusion for her abrupt command of his space. Her eyes grew wide, her brows lifted, and she pressed her lips together in a threatening expression. A warning to stop talking before he made anything worse, and her round of charade made his face fall in dejection.

Then Nova laughed, and the two snapped their heads up to her in surprise. Her hair had gently fallen over her face as she lowered her head to giggle, running a gentle hand through her hair when she smiled back at Eddie.

“I’d get you an actual present if it was,” Nova said with a flutter of her lashes.

Eddie’s embarrassment turned back into smug confidence which he flaunted to Jay with a smirk. She in kind responded with a tired head shake.

Nova twirled her hair in her fingers for a brief moment before she placed her hand on her hip.

“You know me and my team were just talking about music and stuff, your band performs downtown right?”

“Yes ma’am, Corroded Coffin has frequent sets at the Hideout, usually Saturdays.” Eddie struggled to keep his cool.

“Are you guys performing this Saturday? I’d love to officially see you guys play.”

Eddie stuttered for a moment before he smiled widely and nodded with a pace oozing with his desperation to please, “yeah, hell yeah! I’ll let Bev know we’ll have a full house.”

Eddie's grin remained unaltered and Nova admired the sight, but there was a troublesome aura radiating from the end of the cafeteria table.

See, Janice never had a poker face. If ever she had an emotion pleasant or otherwise, a matching expression would be stapled on her face as quickly as the emotions arose. And ever observant Nova caught the goths flickering wide eyes, curled frown, and furrowed brows at lightning speed. The cheerleader just simply turned her attention to Jay and tilted her head softly in silent recognition. Jay, realizing she’d worn her judgment like a statement red lip, shrunk her frown despite the harm already being done.

“That’s a pretty big commitment for a bunch of kids who listen to, what, Wham?” Jay commented in a slightly playful tone trying to keep herself from seeming mean.

Nova didn’t entertain the thought and replied with a voice even sweeter, “I’m trying to keep the group’s taste fresh, plus we want to support local groups.”

“Metal.” Eddie gawked at her. He glanced back at Jay and did a double take when he noticed her skeptical undertone didn’t melt. Nudging her arm he spoke low.

“Hey, don’t scare away our audience bird.”

She looked back and forth between the girl standing before them and her friend warning her in a voice not as quiet as he thought.

“I wouldn’t call a bunch of preps our audience. I mean are they even gonna be able to find the Hideout? Are they gonna be able to withstand the Hideout?”

Nova not so subtly cleared her throat while keeping her eyes on Jay. She looked back up at the brunette giving her an expectant look and decided honesty was a better policy to adhere to.

“Pardon my doubt,” she began apologetically, “we’re just gearing ourselves for a particular audience. And I don’t see you as being a part of that.”

The girl currently standing on the opposite side of the table slowly adjusted her weight with a pointed pop of her hip and dropped her head to graze against her shoulder.

“I didn’t realize Corroded Coffin was so exclusive. Didn’t realize you were a member either.”

“Well I am.” Jay replied slightly defensively, seeing the feigned unassuming tone Nova used.

“Oh yeah,” Eddie butt in with a mouthful of pretzels. 

“Jay’s a great bass player. Whenever Grant is gone and Jeff can’t cover she takes the reins.”

Both the girls gave hard stares to Eddie for completely different reasons. He glanced up only to be caught between the excitement burning in Nova’s eyes and a sobering disdain in Jay’s, the hot and cold felt like whiplash.

“So you’re the sub… for the sub…” Nova commented while pressing her lips together to try and hide a satisfied smirk.

Eddie gawked for a moment, not sure what made Nova so cheerful but knowing he probably did something wrong since Jay stared into the side of his head like she  wanted to cut open his skull and swirl his brains around with a chopstick. So he swallowed his mouthful and tried to pick up the pieces of whatever he broke.

“Uh- well we- she usually plays with us during band practice so she still gets to use those skills.”

“Right. Just not in front of an audience?” Nova directed her question to Jay.

Jay simply let out a deep sigh, keeping her attention to the table in front of her and not the girl currently calling her out. So Nova took the silence as a resounding ‘yes’ and hummed pretending to be surprised.

“Bummer. You might not be the right person to dictate their audience then.” She added with a terribly casual shrug, a movement made as if without an air of thought behind it, like she hadn’t just taken the handful of pride Jay had and twisted it into knots that tied embarrassment into the goths gut.

“Thanks for the details though, I’ll be seeing you guys this weekend.” Nova went back to her cheery demeanor. Dragging her hand along the table as she gave a lingering look to the boy currently staring up at her with hopeful eyes.

“Bye Eddie.”

“Bye- see ya, see you… later…” he trailed off in a haze as she walked away. He watched her as she made her way back to her table carrying herself with the instinct of a model walking down a runway, or a Queen traveling down a path lined with her subjects.

The second he turned his head back he locked eyes with Jay, who was currently seething in place. Hot breath fled her nose and he swore he could see puffs of cartoonish steam emit from behind her septum ring. Her ill temperament was obvious enough, the cause of which was less so to the metalhead.

“… what?” He asked with a languid mutter.

“You know sometimes you open your mouth and I hate what comes out of it.” Jay answered quickly. Her words likely came off as accusatory but in truth she was just frustrated.

Of all times for Eddie’s tendency to overshare this was the moment it came out? To be fair she deserved it, she could’ve tried bottling up her judgmental feelings until after Nova walked away, or just tear her own face off entirely. But alas, she allowed her emotions to take the reins yet again and Eddie could only dig her grave deeper. There was just something in the smiles shared between Nova and Eddie that soured her supportive tendency. She was yet to put her finger on why, but that would have to wait till after Saturday to uncover. Her spot was about to be flooded with normies so she had a lot of pride to swallow for their visit.

(Listen to “Venus” by Bananarama)

The next day came quickly, and Eddie warned all of Corroded Coffin of their upcoming “concert”. He wanted everyone prepared for a grueling set where they fed the audience tunes all night. He expected the owner to have an immense problem with it since she’d only ever let them play two songs, three if she was feeling generous, but he’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission. So the group was gathered just outside the football field, all huddling over sheets of loose notebook paper as they wrote down and scratched out set list after set list. There was a back-and-forth discussion on whether or not to perform original pieces or to stick with tried and true cover songs, and it quickly picked up into a rapid argument between the band members.

The quick quips rose to a level that alerted the cheer team as they flooded the field for practice. While most of the cheerleaders could ignore the general yapping a few feet away from them, Nova was all too tuned in to the one voice ringing louder than his cohorts. She followed the passionate shouting to the small corner where the outcasts all hid, startling them all as she leaned against an iron pillar and said “what’s all this?”

Eddie hardly bat an eye, continuing his tangent with a more pleasant demeanor while the rest of the band clutched their hands over their rapidly beating hearts. Nova listened intently, interjecting before the group around him could combat anymore. She confessed that she’d been writing songs for a long time, and asked for an editor on her most recent piece as she shyly pulled out a small notebook from her bag and handed it to Eddie. He read it over carefully, mouthing along with a guessed rhythm as he inspected her lyrics. He eventually gave a pleased nod and smiled up at Nova.

“You wrote this?” He asked with a hint of surprise.

Nova nodded and clutched onto her bag hanging on her shoulder, “yeah, I’ve been working on it for a while. Just trying to get it perfect.”

“This is good, I’m honestly hurt that you didn’t tell me about this sooner,” Eddie added as he handed the notebook to the group for the rest of their friends to appreciate, they all gave the same surprised but impressed glances and compliments to Nova.

When the notebook finally made it to Jay she snapped her head up from a piece of paper pressed in her lap that her eyes had been glued to. Finally realizing the cheerleader gave her an expectant look she slowly dropped the paper and took the notebook to read it with eyes glazed over. She took her time to look over each line despite how clouded her interest seemed to be, then gave a small nod and muttered “yeah, it’s good” in an underwhelmed tone.

Glancing up and handing the notebook back to Nova, she received it with a slowly falling smile and eyes darkening in offense. Only then did Jay realize just how melancholic she behaved. She apologized and tried to reason her lack of excitement to distraction, the lost look in her eyes a tell tale sign to Eddie that she had written something of her own. He snatched the paper from her lap and read it quickly. Eddie’s face furrowed at the writing. His eyes widened and his head slowly started to shake, the rest of the group adjusting in their seats waiting for him to finish his initial reading.

“… how the fuck do you do that?” He quickly tossed the paper to the rest of the group. They all read through it with an enthusiastic pace and gave the same bewildered expressions of approval.

Nova looked between all of them and grew confused, “do what?”

“Bird’s got this, like, creative superpower. She comes up with songs on the spot, just improvises the heaviest shit in like five seconds.” Eddie explained with obvious pride for his friend’s skill.

Nova nodded along, looking back at Jay as she seemed unaffected by the group’s compliments.

“That’s… crazy, actually.” She admitted, even though she felt the wind taken out of her sails with the goth's sudden contribution. She worked very hard on her own lyrics, working up the courage to share them with people she knew could appreciate them, only for her hard work to be side lined by something freshly whipped up in the same breath.

She felt the timing was weird, but couldn’t hold a grudge seeing as Jay truly did seem swept in a creative whirlwind. And it was a cool skill to have, it just seemed poor timing that the second Nova wanted to show something she was proud of, Jay was also crafting something. But it wasn’t her fault, you can’t control inspiration. It was just a coincidence, right? Yet she couldn’t stifle the troubled feeling in her chest watching as Jay hardly reacted to the symphony of compliments about her improvised lyrics. If Eddie gave Nova the same proud look he gave Jay then she’d be over the moon and joining in the banter. But Jay was quiet, and Nova stood as an outlier.

Jay drove up to school the following day, her second hand hearse creaking and clanking as it slowly slid into her favorite parking spot. “Elvira” wasn’t a trash heap like Eddie’s esteemed chariot but she certainly wasn’t as sexy as her namesake. A few rust spots, a number of deep dents and unfortunate scratches, and well loved leather seats with frayed edges from years of supporting stoic chauffeurs. She slid out of the car and waved across the parking lot to Eddie and Gareth as they leaned against his van. The parking lot was busy that morning as students were rolling in and instantly trying to find their own friends amongst the growing crowd. Then a distinct engine purr could be heard from the distance.

The shiniest coat of paint you’d ever seen, a square face and long body, and light brown hair waving in the wind with the top dropped down. This Cadillac meant serious business, such a prized possession belonged to none other than icon Nova James, and would only make specific appearances throughout each semester. That was decided when Tommy Hagan’s Christmas corvette was rear ended in the parking lot by some poor freshman. Nova wanted to limit any chance of that happening, so she’d only take her Cadillac for a spin when she was feeling particularly revved up. Some girls in cheer would refer to it as the “goddess landing” since she would walk with enough confidence to rival Venus. All in all, if you had any qualms with Nova, you should wait till the Cadillac was back in the garage.

So the stunning vehicle with its even more stunning driver pulled into the packed parking lot as Nova’s foxy eyes scanned for a spot. She noticed the hearse sitting in one of the upper rows and the goth gathering her things from the passenger's seat, there just so happened to be an open spot right next to her. For a fraction of a second and no more than that she thought to find another spot. She knew the hearse would pale in comparison to her own car, and with so many people in the area Jay might feel humiliated. But then she figured she was overthinking it, it was just a coincidence, much like Jay’s improvised lyrics were a coincidence. So she pulled up right next to the hearse.

Jay heard the rumble of a car and felt warmth radiate behind her, closing her door and turning to catch Nova’s gaze peeking at her from above her sunglasses.

“Hey Jay.” She greeted sweetly.

She in turn squinted her eyes as the sun shining off the car bounced right into her eyes, “oh, yeah, hi Nova.”

The cheerleader stepped out of her vehicle, exposing her immensely classy outfit to match her immensely classy car as she made her immensely classy entrance. Every ounce of admiration was contested with feelings of irritation as Jay could hear snickers and comments made from their peers at the duality of the two cars next to one another. She wasn’t mad at Nova, she was mad at how shallow the student body around them was. She knew she’d be hearing about this all day from people she couldn’t care less about, and let’s be honest, would it have killed Nova to park a little further away? Whether she was situationally unaware or not the brunette proceeded to put the top back down as Jay walked over to her friends with eyes still blinded.

Eddie chuckled as he watched her approach then motioned back to Nova, “no competing with that, am I right?”

“We’re not competing,” Jay snapped back, “who the fuck said we’re competing?”

“Woah,” Eddie raised his hands in mock surrender.

“I’m making a joke, chill out.”

Jay visibly bit her bottom lip to silently ridicule herself for her obviously defensive tone. Why was she feeling defensive anyways?

“Sorry bats... but just to set the record straight, there is no competition. If you have a Cadillac you automatically win everything.”

Eddie and Gareth laughed in agreement, when Nova’s sweet voice rang out across the parking lot. One hand hanging off her bag while the other stuck up in the air waving at Eddie for him to join her. He stifled for a moment, wide eyes darting between the girl waiting for him and his friends looking just as surprised as he did. Gareth patted him on the back a few times before basically pushing Eddie over to Nova and watching him stumble to her side.

Jay watched quietly, and had to bite her tongue to suppress her face from morphing into something disastrous again. That awful irritating sensation grew in her chest again and scratched at her ribcage like a feral animal longing to be released from an unfamiliar cage. She hated it, she hated watching them, and she hated as she grew to understand that feeling in her chest. Maybe, after all, whatever was happening between her and Nova could be a competition.

After school the next day everyone flooded the courtyard to either climb a buss, scurry off in their cars, or wait for someone to pick them up. Nova was in a unique situation where she was without a vehicle, her dad insisted on taking the Cadillac in for a check up and their spare car was being borrowed, so he agreed to pick Nova up from school. She stood next to Chrissy Cunningham and some of their fellow cheerleaders chatting away as she waited.

Then Hellfire Club unloaded in a chaotic flurry and dispersed just as quickly as they appeared. Eddie and Jay decided to stay with Jeff as he waited for his parents to pick him up. The nerds exchanged their hopes and expectations for their upcoming gig, all the while Nova delivered smiles and coy glances to Eddie who shot back sly smirks to distract from the nervous wave of his hand.

Jay noticed the quiet greetings and simply rolled her eyes, until she caught the sharp whispers and ear splitting giggles passed back and forth between the blonde bimbos standing around Nova behind flat hands. As if their palms suddenly dampened the twisted sounds they made. So she grabbed Eddie’s arm and spun him back around, giving him a look of warning that pushed him to continue their conversation.

Nova’s smile dropped immediately into an aggravated frown, and when the quartet of laughs grew louder she had half the mind to ridicule them right then and there. But of course, her dad finally drove up to the school with the window rolled down allowing a short snout to stick out of the passenger seat. The closer the car got the more expressive the cheerleaders became as the sweet face of a Rottweiler smiled to every passing person. Tongue hanging clumsily out of his jaws before he caught the glimpse of Nova and barked eagerly to his owner. She praised him and opened the car door, the adolescent pup jumping out of the passenger seat and eagerly clawing at her legs. She gave a stern command and the dog was quick to obey.

The cheerleaders all oohed and ahhed at how well behaved the Rottweiler was, even Eddie and Jeff slowly walked over to investigate what all the sudden fuss was. So now with an audience, Nova entertained their viewers and commanded little Arche to do the best tricks he had learned. Sitting, jumping, rolling over, even more complex tricks for such a young dog like weaving between her legs. Arche was impressively well trained and eager to please, and the onlookers rightfully complimented the young dog.

Nova caught a glimpse of Jay watching with bitter eyes from a safe distance, so the star decided to remove some of that safety. She seemed so comfortable commanding those around her with her eyes, surely she would be dying to voice her judgments.

“Not impressed Jay?” She asked.

“No, I'm plenty impressed,” Jay responded in a sarcastic voice. She took a few steps closer to Nova and brushed their shoulders together as she gave a dramatic smile, “just not a dog person.”

She walked right past the oncoming cars and onto a far plane of grass that framed the sidewalk. Cupping her hands over her mouth she called into the sky in a tender voice, giving a few greetings to seemingly no one. There was a long pause as she continued to stand comfortably in the grass, then there was movement in the tree above her. A small dark figure fluttered down from a flourishing branch and onto the grass in front of her, then a second followed, then two more after that. Jay reached into the pocket of her long black coat and pulled out a bag of peanuts, sprinkling them onto the grass before her. That was the moment a mass of black swarmed the grass from beyond the school, a flock of at least 20 crows all digging at the ground for a midday snack. Some even took tentative sidesteps to Jay outstretched hand as they plucked the peanut out of her fingers.

“… she has feral crows… as pets…” Nova said dazed before she suddenly turned to Eddie, “is that why you call her bird?”

“No!” Eddie answered quickly. “I didn’t even know this was happening! Every time she said she was going to go see her murder I thought she was making a homicide joke!”

Nova shook her head at Jay, catching the goth’s eyes as she gave a self righteous wink from her position on the grass. That was definitely an action made to irritate her, a challenge to contest the attention her dog gave her. As much as she wanted to be insulted, she simply couldn’t find it in herself. Not when at least five crows were dropping stolen dollar bills into Jay’s hands as thanks for the meal, and she knew Arche probably wouldn’t be able to do the same. So she let it slide, for now, there was plenty of time to take Jay’s ego down a peg. She certainly seemed to need it.

(Listen to “One Way Or Another” by Blondie)

Saturday night finally arrived and the strip was bustling, probably for the first time in decades. Teams of teenagers parked their cars down the damp road crowding the narrow path into The Hideout. The crowd was so dense that no one had any time to question the quality of the dive bar before they were locked into a conversation with a newly arriving friend. If they could catch the questionable stains on the ceiling or the layer of sticky bacteria they might have decided to turn tail and avoid the building like the plague. Instead they brought their own kind of hormonal plague into the bar instead.

At first the owner Bev had done everything in her power in the days leading up to the weekend to keep Corroded Coffin off the rickety stage that Saturday. But by the time the young people started piling in and ordering up she could care less about what the rambunctious teens were doing as long as they dropped crisp dollar bills on the bar.

So Corroded Coffin played, and man did they play. Eddie wailed into the microphone and shredded on his guitar, Jeff was right behind him with a complementary harmony, Gareth was zoned into the bass, and Gareth was hammering on the drums right in the pocket for every song. Not every tune was a crowd pleaser, but more often than not there were at least a few young people singing along or popping their heads to the tune.

Right in the center of every fleeting speck of gossip or piss poor attempt at a mosh pit was Nova James, chugging beers faster than boys twice her size like a fully fledged frat boy. She was relentless, dressed down and ready to sweat her ass off dancing the second she no longer had a line of challengers, which was yet to happen. After slamming the empty can of one boy's pitiful drink of choice on the rickety bar table the enthusiastic crowd around her all hooped and hollered in celebration. Her toothed smile showed off her sharp canines as she accepted her third victory out of countless more she would make that night.

“Who’s next huh?” she shouted out into the crowd, eyes darting around for her next victim while Corroded Coffin continued to blast their music through the dingy bar.

While the nearest group of insecure guys all clamored to be next in line and prove something to themselves, Nova spotted a dark figure leering just beyond the mass surrounding her table. To be fair Jay looked more approachable than she usually did at school, she was dressed a bit more revealing like Nova was. But she couldn’t fully appreciate the look, not while her heavy lined eyes were scanning the crowd in discomfort. It seemed the goth didn’t have a populace preference for the foul looks she always pulled out of her back pocket.

“Hey Jay!” Nova called, eventually getting the girl's reluctant attention.

“What’d you have?”

Jay stepped closer and shouted back confused, “what?”

“What’d you drink?”

“Nothing, I don’t drink at this bar.”

“Oh, you just had this awful look on your face. I thought you couldn’t hold your alcohol.” Nova gestured with a wide hand to Jay’s resting bitch face. Just before she could answer, Nova continued.

“But it’s worse than that, you just don’t drink at all, my bad.”

Nova turned back around to go back to whichever jock was desperate for validation, only to catch Jay make a Beeline to the bar and swipe up a whole bottle of Tequila while Bev wasn’t looking. The crowd around them ignited when she slammed the full bottle on the table, looking at Nova with clear intent. Then between the murmurs of the group around them they started to toss money on the table and exchange it between themselves, the amused crowd instantly placing bets between the two girls.

Nova looked down at the bottle, feeling unnerved at the choice. Not for her sake of course, she knew she could handle it, but she had no idea what Jay’s relationship with drinking was. For all she knew this might be her first shot. So she carefully looked back up at Jay after a brief pause.

 “I was just teasing, okay? You don’t have to hurt yourself to prove a point.”

Jay in response looked at the steadily growing pile of cash on the table before shrugging at Nova.

“If I get a hangover, I’m getting it for free.”

There wasn’t much room for further argument before Jay stationed herself on the high top chair opposite of the cheerleader, both locked in a cold stare as if the table between them was an open plane in the wild west and the band’s music were the chimes of high noon. Shot glasses settled in front of them as members of their captivated audience poured shots to the two women. The first three shots were taken with grace, the next two tugged their faces into questionable frowns, the sixth shot was when Jay’s head tilted to the side and a long exasperated sigh escaped her lips.

Nova pressed on, maybe slightly squinting her eyes but recovering quickly. The seventh made Jay whine in discontent, frowning while an eighth shot was poured and Nova downed it without a second thought.

Slamming the shot glass down Nova laughed at Jay as she slowly hunched over more and more on the table, “are you done already?”

“Nonononono wait, hang on,” Jay slurred with a pointed finger waving, not specifically, but implied at Nova’s general direction. She took a few rapid sips of the shot instead of shooting it and let the glass clatter back down on the wooden table.

Nova matched her number and took the eight shot with no more than a rapid shake of her head and a smile following soon after. They both watched as another bystander poured the ninth shot, and the already sluggish momentum between them slowed to a snail's pace. Nova kept her eyes glued to Jay and waited with perfect patience for her competitor to pick up the shot and progress their formal competition. For all the bullshit the girl had put her through the entire week, she was owed one true and honest victory. So she watched like a predator stalking its prey in a foolish moment of comfort, subconsciously begging the goth to take the shot with full vigor.

Jay stared down at the shot in front of her, what were they drinking again? That’s right, tequila, god she loved tequila. It fucks you up right quick but it’s a fun ride to have. She took hold of her shot glass and couldn’t register it's cool surface connecting with her skin, only then did she realize that Corroded Coffin wasn’t playing anymore, someone was just talking into the microphone. What the fuck were they saying? Why the fuck couldn’t she understand that bitch? And where was Eddie? That bastard, good hair but a fucking asshole, cute but in like a pitiful puppy sort of way.

Her train of thought made about five left turns before it finally turned back to the task at hand, she was trying to outdrink Nova James. Well, at this point was that really her main motivator?

With a head full of air and a smile of satisfaction growing on her delirious face Jay looked back up at Nova to mutter “now would be a good time to tell you that I’m a lightweight.”

She slid the glass away from her and her head dipped back as she laughed at her own lax persona. The figures surrounding her all cheered for their still standing drinking Queen, all the while Nova laughed with Jay and shook her head at the poor girls fading psyche. Jay was still laughing in her spot, slowly slipping off the chair without realizing. Just before her clumsy feet could slip on the floor beneath her Eddie was right behind her to hold her up by her shoulders.

“Careful bird, Jesus,” he shook his head and looked her form up and down, growing both amused and concerned when he realized just how far gone she was.

Jay casually slipped out of his hold and muttered something he didn’t understand before sticking up a hand randomly in the air and walking off. As confused as he was, he only had a brief moment to collect water for his band before they had to be back on the stage, so he wanted to make the checkup brief.

“Nova, is she okay?” he asked, promptly noticing how much liquid the tequila bottle lost as well as several discarded beer cans on the table.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but it’s really sweet of you to care,” Nova complimented and smiled back up at him.

“And I’m sure she’ll be fine,” she dismissed his concern for Jay quickly, “don’t worry, you just keep playing. The crowd is killer tonight, right?”

Eddie nodded back, he couldn’t deny that the amount of eyes watching Corroded Coffin so intently fed a constant stream of adrenaline rushing through him, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Totally… look can you just keep an eye on her? And, if you can help it, please don’t go too crazy tonight.”

“I make no promises but I will keep all that in mind,” Nova smiled up at him and ruffled up his hair before pushing him away to go back onto the stage.

“Who’s next?” she called out and was met with a chorus of eager challengers.

Nova felt her insides churn suddenly, she wasn’t sure if she had a bad combination or just too much, but she knew that everything in her stomach needed to get out and fast. Holding onto her stomach she dashed around the hallway and looked left to right for anything that looked like a bathroom. She was starting to accept that The Hideout was just as hellish as Jay had warned as the nearest door she found was just a storage closet. The contracting in her abdomen was demanding and her whole body lurched forward as her throat filled with bile. She thought quickly, what was the nearest container? Her eyes landed on a mop bucket, that’ll have to do. Her feet slid clumsily against the ground as she slammed the closet door closed and knelt down over the bucket as quickly as possible, just barely catching her hair and scooping it out of her face as her body emptied every threatening substance in it. She could taste the terrible concoction of every drink she had consumed that night, and that only made her nausea worse.

Cast in a deep shadow arose a sleeping figure the cheerleader wasn’t previously aware of. Slowly sitting up off the floor and slipping out from under her long coat, Jay’s head spun and her reality seemed distorted. For a second she thought the pitiful groaning was a figment of her tired imagination, until the terrible smell of acids and alcohol hit her nose and flooded her nostrils. Looking over at Nova with squinted eyes she hummed in pity.

“Ooo, yeah that’s no fun. Kinda surprised you can’t hold your liquor, James.” She remarked.

“Fuck you,” Nova grunted in the minimal time she had to catch her breath before another wave of nausea hit her and she dipped her head back into the bucket.

“A flattering concept, but I’m not into cheerleaders.” Jay answered with too much sarcasm for the amount of time she had spent knocked out in this back room.

Between hoarse coughs and spitting out mouthfuls of collected saliva, Nova let out a dry “ha” before wiping her mouth clean and resting her back on the door to catch her breath.

Jay’s eyes widened slightly, looking at the rickety door that was shut.

“… oh… oh you bitch…”

Nova’s deep breaths paused and she gave a look colder than the arctic, “the fuck did you just say?”

“Ohhh you dumb bitch,” Jay added with a desperate tone in her pouting as she practically ignored Nova’s obvious offense.

“Okay now that’s-“

“You closed the door! Fuck you closed the door!” Jay interrupted as she held her heavy head in her tingling hands.

Nova simply scoffed, her confusion not strong enough to still her rising anger.

“Yeah, I did, you have eyes, congratulations.”

“That door is busted Nova,” Jay explained in a stern voice. “It’s been busted for years and Bev’s been too cheap to fix it! Once it closes it’s near fucking impossible to get it open again!”

Nova rolled her eyes, not wanting to give in to Jay’s fear mongering after all the time the goth egged her on. Standing up with shaky legs she jolted the handle. It turned, it jiggled, but the door didn’t budge. She stopped for a moment before she continued trying to pry the door open with more force. That was when panic kicked out her nausea and settled into her body instead.

“... fuck.”

“Nice going James.”

Nova whipped around with fresh venom sitting on her tongue, “oh I’m so sorry I didn’t know this one specific closet had a broken door, but you were dumb enough to take a nap in the first place!”

“I put a giant fucking two by four in the crack as a door stopper!” Jay shouted back as she pointed to a hunk of wood that slid into the center of the room

“But I guess you just didn’t notice it ohhh this is great, this is just great! I was supposed to sing on the worship team tomorrow but I guess I’ll just spend my Sabbath day rotting in a dingy dive bar like some harlot, my parents are gonna be so proud of me!”

“Don’t be a pussy, we just need someone to let us out,” Nova scolded her, wanting to hold on to hope rather than succumb to Jay’s negative perspective.

“Yeah except no one’s going to know where we are!”

“Then we’ll just scream until someone does!”

“Be realistic, Corroded Coffin’s got the sound blasting! They never get an audience like this and Bev won’t stop them as long as money comes in so for all we know they’re gonna be playing till the damn sun comes up!”

Nova willingly ignored her and banged against the door, shouting and pleading with anyone that might be listening. She committed to the action for a few solid minutes, Jay progressively curling up into a ball and shielding her ears from the increasingly desperate shouts that failed to reach the inhabitants beyond the broken door. Her determination should’ve been admirable but with the slowly increasing headache pounding in Jay’s skull she grew all the more bitter.

“Okay I know shouting is like a cheerleader thing but maybe you could cut it out? I think my ears are bleeding.”

“Oh my god-” Nova dropped her head on the door with a resounding ‘thunk’ before she turned back around to ridicule Jay.

“I don’t know what kind of stick has been up your ass this past week but maybe you could pull it out so you can actually be useful!”

“I’m just being honest.”

“No, you’re being a coward.”

“Oof, harsh dig Martha Stewart, got any more sick burns for me?”

“Yeah, you’re a jealous bitch with a raging ego, it’s no wonder no one likes you since your resting bitch face scares everyone away, and I’d almost feel sorry for you except I can’t imagine anyone actually liking being around you.”

Jay gave a hearty laugh and a dramatic slow clap, “now that’s the level of creativity I was hoping for! Hitting me right where it hurts, that was good! Is it my turn now?”

“Fuck off.”

“Okay let's see, you’re a par-asocial parasite painting your disease in candy colored lip gloss so instead of questioning the cracks in your crystal cut smile people stop to admire the shine, but if they looked past your short skirts and curled hair they’d see why you leech onto them and pull you right off. Cause mommy and daddy can buy all the cool cars in the world but they’ll never give you their attention right?”

Nova swiped up the loose plank disregarded on the floor and chucked it right at Jay, she barely had any time to duck before the wood made harsh contact with the wall above her head with a “whoosh” that breezed through her black hair. It came crashing down on her forearms covering her head before the wood clattered onto the ground. Even the force of the wood falling on her arms was strong enough to bruise, she didn’t want to imagine how it would feel if she didn't shield herself.

Stillness passed between them. Only the muffled sound of the band’s performance in the main venue echoing through the supply closet. The silence between them was almost more terrifying than the narrowly avoided violence. Why wasn’t Nova screaming at her? Berating her? Jay’s hands trembled as she slowly uncovered her face, looking up at Nova with wide eyes while the girl standing above her looked back with a stare so cold she felt like a sinner facing judgment. But there was a stutter in Nova’s breath as her chest rose and fell, a sadness clawing its way out of her angered stare. Just beneath her righteous anger was a weakness she seemed terrified to reveal.

“… I didn’t know there was a line, but I see that I crossed it,” Jay confessed with a shaking voice.

Another beat passed between them as Jay slowly sat up to look at Nova more clearly, she caught the moment the cheerleaders slipping mask was secured once more. Nova scoffed, then let out a hoarse laugh, and slid down the door with her back pressed against the wood vibrating with the beat of the drums outside.

“You’re one to talk about attention,” Nova finally muttered, barely putting in the energy to sound snarky or crass. The jab was oddly enough the needle that popped the balloon of tension pressing down on the both of them, Jay even smiled and nodded in agreement.

“… Did I do something to you?” Nova finally asked.

“I mean it seems like everywhere I go you’re there to tear me down.”

“Tear you down? You’ve been trampling on me all week!” Jay protested with an air of amused disbelief rather than defensiveness.

“No, I’ve been reacting to your jealousy,” Nova began to look confused.

“… what am I jealous of?” Jay asked, equally confused.

“Me and Eddie?”

“Woah I am not-“ Just as Jay was about to outwardly refute Nova’s claim she felt her words get caught in her throat. She looked down at her hands, the sight of the girl across the room from her became far too painful. She let out a reluctant sigh as she accepted this was the moment she’d finally name the beast she kept chained in her chest. 

“... I’m not jealous of you and Eddie… I’m jealous of you and Chrissy.”

Nova simply stared back for a moment, her lips twitching to comment but she had no words to say and her brows furrowed to express her lack of understanding. What did Chrissy Cunningham have to do with Jay’s seemingly territorial nature?

Jay noticed the lost look Nova was giving her and internally relented at the necessity for elaboration. She sat up slightly, shoulders still slouching despite her aligned back, as if her arms would shield her vulnerability.

“We were friends growing up, best friends actually. But freshman year came around and she got a little… distant. Sophomore year was kinda the nail in the coffin. I was really getting into goth clothes and all that so some basketball douchebags started criticizing me. I told them off, but Chrissy… just watched.”

Nova nodded slightly, she could recall the rampant rumors that spread about Jay that day. With her behavior through the last week she was almost starting to believe the old news, but was glad she didn’t.

“… I remember hearing about that, everyone called you crazy.”

“I felt crazy. My best friend just stared all wide eyed like I was in the wrong for sticking up for myself. We didn’t talk again after that. Then I noticed you two getting closer, which I wasn’t mad about but it kinda hurt. Like why were you good enough to be Chrissy’s friend and not me? How could she so easily replace me with a girl she barely knew? So when you started getting closer to Eddie it just… I got scared that he’d do the same thing, I got worried I was still too weird to have friends. But I didn’t want to be scared, so I got mad… I’m really sorry I got mad. I should’ve reacted better but it was the only thing I knew how to do. I just didn’t like the thought that this one girl, who already has so many friends, kept getting the few people I love.”

Nova’s heart sank, she could see the box that Jay was putting her in, and it couldn’t be further from the truth.

“… you know… I actually don’t have friends.”

Jay immediately laughed and shook her head, “Oh shut up.”

“I’m serious. Half the people around me just like my status, they want to use me to get a leg up. But no one actually gives a shit about me. A lot of people are put off by my attitude so I don’t make a lot of connections, but that’s how I have to be since the only people interested in me are fake as fuck. Even in cheer I hear little whispers, insulting me from the same girls who compliment my hair or my clothes. They’re always making subtle judgments with a pageant girl smile. I can handle it, obviously, but it always puts me at odds with others. So I either scare people away and end up alone or surround myself with flaky people and still end up alone. Chrissy’s one of the only girls who actually cares, and it was just her for a long time until I met Eddie. And he was real. I felt like I could be a little more of myself around him… but he hasn’t talked to me very much since summer, so I wanted to come here. I wanted to show that I support him, get closer to him.”

Jay, clasped her head in her hands, elbows propped up on her knees as a groan of frustration left her, “But I alienated you when you tried, like everyone else has… I’m a bitch.”

“… just a little,” Nova agreed with a soft laugh.

“… but I get it… you know, Eddie always said he thought we would get along. I was kind of sad when that didn’t happen.”

“Yeah, my bad….” Jay responded under her breath. It was hard to confront the miscommunications that kept the two apart, to acknowledge that the great divide between them was just the cracks in their own perceptions rather than faults in the other person. But now that the two were finally talking, she was starting to see why her metalhead friend was so eager about Nova’s company.

“You know he likes you. Really likes you. He talks about you like you’re the coolest thing since John Sykes got his hands on a guitar. He won’t admit it but he’s scared to talk to you in school, I think he’s worried his reputation will rub off on you.”

Her words did soothe a sore spot in Nova’s heart that she had been ignoring, so she leveled with her.

“… well, he likes you too. Even when it was just the two of us he’d come up with reasons to talk about you… I’d like to have that with someone.”

Jay caught the brief descending tone in her voice, the disappointment from years of lost connections that calloused the cheerleader's heart without healing the wound. Against her better judgment, she felt a magnetic pull that lifted her onto her heavy feet. With her head still spinning she clumsily sat down next to Nova, banging the back of her head harshly against the door without reaction. 

She kept quiet until murmuring, “… I’m willing to give a shit if you are.”

Nova looked back at her, attempting a cheeky grin in the dark space.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’m offering a boon, a peace treaty, or- a parle.”

“Friendship?”

Jay raised her hands in the air in surrender, “hey I’ll take whatever you can give me. If friendship is on the table, I’ll sit there.”

“As if you’d ever want to sit at my table,” Nova shook her head and laughed quietly, imagining the cloud of doom sitting with the lot of cheerleaders.

“Well not if you’re gonna give me all that attitude,” Jay added sarcastically.

“Just when I was thinking of inviting you to a d&d one-shot too.”

Nova let out some disgruntled hum of unwilling fear which sent Jay into a fit of laughter, pointing to the girl's wide eyes as she couldn’t hold back her amusement.

“What the hell was that?”

“I’m not there yet,” Nova was breaking out into her own fit of giggles as her nervous groan played back in her head.

“Not where yet? Where are you going?” Jay sent the two into a fervent fit of laughter as logic slipped away and coherent conversation was lost in the air of camaraderie between them. The tension and grudges between them dissolved faster than they formed, and just for a moment they forgot about the hurt they had dealt one another. They forgot about their social standings, the circles they belonged to, they were just two girls.

A ‘thump’ interrupted their laughter, their shoulders shaking as a heavy vibration rocked against the door. The girls were quick to quiet, looking at one another with confusion before another heavier ’thump’ forced them to crawl away from the door. With a few more violent rushes on the door and a rapid jiggling of the doors handle the closet door finally burst open.

Eddie came crashing in shoulder first, sweeping the door open with his other arm. He looked around frantically, relief flooding him when he found the two girls looking up at him from the floor.

“Oh thank fuck,” he sighed and leaned against the door, his hair a mess and clinging to his sweat covered face.

Jay threw her arms in the air and cheered like a toddler, “Eddie!”

“Shit, I’m so glad it was you guys in here- fuck that door was stuck,” he groaned as he rotated his arm and held his shoulder.

“Oh my god, Eddie, how did you find us?” Nova asked as she pushed herself up off her feet, subtly inspecting their savior for any major injuries and fortunately found him lacking.

“This was the only place I hadn’t checked, and Bev tries to keep this door closed on account of the broken-“

Nova waved him off, “yeah the broken door, we know.”

Just as Eddie was about to respond he closed his mouth, nodding back to agree before changing the topic.

“Well I’m glad you guys are okay… you guys are okay, right?”

“Why?” Jay asked as she moved off the floor to hang off of Eddie’s arm. “You miss me or something?”

“Uh, pretty much, you guys missed a huge chunk of the show.” Eddie said, trying to hide his disappointment.

Nova groaned and grabbed the sides of her head, reeling at how she spent this whole night in a supply closet when this was her idea in the first place.

“Shit, Eddie I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to miss it. God, I was looking forward to this all week too.”

“… I mean I’ll give you a show whenever you want-“ Eddie’s bashful attempt at flirting was abruptly stopped by Jay pushing him away and grabbing Nova by her hands.

“You should totally come to band practice! Half the time I host and the other half Gareth hosts and when I host we have good snacks and AC but when Gareth hosts we have beer- it’s a good time no matter what house we’re at.” Jay rambled, smiling at Nova with tired eyes.

“Uh- if the boss says I can join,” Nova looks at Eddie expectantly.

The sudden nickname already sent a flustered warmth to his cheeks that made him want to oblige, but when Jay turned around with the biggest pout and shining puppy dog eyes he had ever seen then he was doomed to say yes.

“Yeah, yeah that’d be cool,” he said as he cleared his throat, trying to appear more casual than he felt about the idea. After brushing his ringed hand through his damp waves he nodded to Jay.

“Welp, van’s all packed, let’s head out.”

He turned to leave, intending on driving his friend back home since he was the designated chauffeur within their group, but the distinct lack of her thick boots scuttling behind him was odd. Eddie looked back, confirming that Jay was indeed not following him, then made a brisk turn to poke his head back into the supply closet.

“Hey, are you coming?”

Jay looked back between Eddie and Nova for a moment, feeling her feet frozen in place as she tested the waters of familiar comfort and opportune friendship. Looking back at the cheerleader and her slightly tilted head, her jewelry catching in the dim light as she smirks back. Jay threw her arm over Nova’s shoulders and pulled her close to her side.

“Nah, don’t need to. I’m thinking of driving a Cadillac tonight.”

“Oh, no, you will not be test driving my baby. But you’ll look really pretty in the passenger seat.” Nova denies her sweetly as they walk past Eddie.

“Damn right I will,” Jay agreed with a boisterous voice full of confidence.

Eddie is left to watch the two girls walk off. He was largely unaware of their rivalry, but he could see as plainly as anyone that they weren’t friends. But now they were laughing and joking as they walked out of the Hideout, arm in arm, hips swaying in time with one another completely in sync. In a way it was perfectly appropriate, the girls who always believed they existed in two totally different worlds somehow discovered they were far more alike than they thought.

Jeff had just swung his bass over his shoulder as the pair passed by him, and he watched in equal bewilderment as Eddie as he took a step closer to his bandmate.

“… were they in the closet?”

“Yep.” Eddie replied bluntly.

“… what the hell happened in there?”

“… no fucking clue… hopefully nothing I missed out on.”

[miela]

“𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.”── Edgar Allen Poe

 ✧ WRITINGS ✧ PLAYLISTS ✧ MOODBOARDS ✧ LIBRARY ✧ GALLERY ✧ GRAPHICS {SOON} ✧

dividers by cafekitsune

✧ 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 ✧

✧ reading: crimson rivers, bizzarestars / cadence of part-time poets, motzwolo

✧ audio reading: all the young dudes, mskingbean89

✧ listening to: {message from the clergy} - ghost

✧ watching: bridgerton (season i), the boys (season 4)

✧ writing: shattered memories 

✧ playing: hogwarts legacy (gryffindor run)

✧ researching: greek mythology, goth subculture

✧ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔���� 𝐌𝐄 ✧

my name is miela [mee-EL-Ah] but you can call me mae! ✧ aries, slytherin, infp-t, chaotic neutral, the helper ✧ i’m secretly a fox ✧ i am 28 years old {minors may follow, but dni in dms} ✧ {she/they} genderfae demigirl ✧ sapphic, panromantic, asexual ✧ biracial latina ✧ pagan-align spiritualist ✧ renaissance darling ✧ mythology enthusiast ✧ fantasy and sci-fi lover ✧ theatre kid ✧ bookworm ✧ gamer ✧ poetic artist ✧ musical storyteller ✧ creative writer ✧ graphic designer ✧ oc creator ✧ spider & snake tendencies ✧ tea and coffee connoisseur ✧ caffeine consumer ✧ alt fairy ✧ dark whimsigoth butterfly and elegant romantic goth luna moth ✧ nature lover, but will fight and flight when seeing a bug ✧ gave myself copper hair once and i never went back ✧ fangirl since 1996 ✧ spotify playlist queen ✧ pinterest moodboard goddess ✧ chronic tummy ache, headache and body pain survivor ✧ full bio here 

✧ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 ✧ 

marauders / hogwarts 1970s ✧ spiderman/spiderverse ✧ sailor moon ✧ atiny ✧ swiftie ✧ bvb army ✧ the dragon prince ✧ avatar: the last airbender ✧ shxtou guildie ✧ arcane/league of legends ✧ genshin impact ✧ demon slayer ✧ stranger things ✧ dungeons and dragons ✧ superheroes ✧ alt music ✧ kpop ✧ and many, many more!

✧ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ✧ 

I listen to all types of music. literally anything and everything from around the world. here are some of the artists and groups i listen to to get an idea ✧ lindsey stirling ✧ ateez ✧ dreamcatcher ✧ one ok rock ✧ rolling quartz ✧ conquer divide ✧ starset ✧ black veil brides ✧ poppy ✧ hatsune miku ✧ paramore ✧ loveless ✧ honey revenge ✧ good kid ✧ conan gray ✧ olivia rodrigo ✧ coldplay ✧ aurora ✧ aidoneus ✧ evanescence ✧ meet me @ the altar ✧ waterparks ✧ ghost ✧ switchblade symphony ✧ banshee ✧ kordhell ✧ panic priest ✧ babychaos ✧ taylor swift ✧ hozier ✧ skott ✧ the oh hellos ✧  kero kero bonito ✧ gorillaz ✧ maneskin ✧ fleetwood mac ✧  billy idol ✧ nova twins ✧ odetari ✧ scarlxrd ✧ scene queen ✧ fka rayne ✧ upsahl ✧ twenty one pilots ✧ bibi ✧ jackson wang ✧ astari nite ✧ modern alibi ✧ muse ✧ pvris and many, many more.

✧ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 ✧

 lily evans {crimson rivers} ✧ regulus black {crimson rivers} ✧ pandora lestrange-rosier {marauders} ✧ robin buckley {stranger things} ✧ eddie munson {stranger things} ✧ gorou {genshin impact} ✧ venti {genshin impact} ✧ denki {chainsaw man}  ✧ usagi {sailor moon} ✧ minako {sailor moon} ✧ claudia {the dragon prince} ✧ zenitsu {demon slayer} ✧ eloise bridgerton {bridgerton} ✧ lexi howard {euphoria} ✧ {more to come}

✧ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ✧

{more will be added as time goes on}

✧ asks {all those who wonder}: ask mae ✧ mutuals {fellow garden dwellers}: moots ✧ music {what birds whisper}: mae’s playlist ✧ writing {ink-stained dagger}: mae writes ✧ artworks {color-stained wands}: mae draws ✧ moodboards {petals of a flower}: mae’s pov ✧ original characters {born from the storm cauldron}: mae’s ocs ✧ thoughts {brain flutters}: mae speaks, mae thinks, mae yaps

[munsonthemisfit]

How has your day been?

Pretty average! Your own?!

[lithium80writer]

Bad Things (Eddie Munson Short Story)

Characters and Intro

⚠️Warnings: Explicit sexual content. MINORS DNI. Toxic relationship. Drugs. Angst.⚠️

Summary: Modern AU. Rockstar Eddie. Nova Gray is a pop star and the on again/off again girlfriend of rockstar Eddie Munson. Both of them are at the height of their career. Fame and trouble follow these two everywhere they go. They both know they are no good for each other but can they stay away? Just a heads up that this will not be typical sweet Eddie. He's kind of an asshole. But a hot one.

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Chapter One: Talk Soon

****Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like..****

Nova's POV

You hear a text come in as you lay in bed next to your current boyfriend. You reach over and unlock your phone.

Eddie: What are you wearing right now?

You glance over and see Max scrolling through instagram. You roll over on your side and see another text pop up.

Eddie: Baby?

You: Not your baby, Eds.

You text back quickly and wait. I'll tease him for a minute.

Eddie: Pic downloading.

Oh shit. He looks good. Really fucking good.

He's in bed. You see his black silk sheets beneath him. His long hair is wild, his curls an absolute mess. Every tattoo on his chest and abdomen on clear display. The picture stops at his v line making you crave more.

You: Fuck baby.

Eddie: I miss you.

You scroll through your pictures. Tits or ass? You find a nice one of you in your lingerie sitting on your bathroom counter. Your ass looks perfect in the mirror, your face looking back, giving your best fuck me eyes. And... send.

Eddie: Nova, you're fucking killing me.

You: Goodnight, Eddie.

Eddie: Fuck you.

You: Maybe another time.

Eddie: 🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼

You: 😘

Eddie: 🖤

You smile and set your phone down on your nightstand.

"Who was that?" Max asks as he leans over and kisses your cheek softly.

"Just my mom." you lie as you snuggle in close to him.

Eddie Munson. Self proclaimed rock god and my ex boyfriend. A fucking asshole... and my soulmate.

Eddie's POV

Nova Gray. You have no idea what you're doing to me, baby. No... she definitely knows.

Just one more look. You open your phone and click on her messages, pulling up the picture again. That ass.. she knows I love her in pink... lace spread across her perfect curves..and those fucking eyes.

I love those eyes. I love staring down at her as she takes me in her mouth. She looks so good on her fucking knees.

You need her. You always crave her more once she leaves. Once she's finally given up. You want her to want you.. to need you. You fuck up again and again but she's fucking crazy too. You both are.

It's so good until it isn't anymore. You fight a lot. A lot, a lot. But then it inevitably leads to sex... and the sex... there's nothing like it. She'll come back. She always comes back.

I know no one fucks her like I do. And I fucking thrive off of it. I know she still wants me. I want her too. I always want her.

Max... what a fucking joke. You know she picked him just to irritate the hell out of you. And it worked. A well known actor. Never touched a drug in his life. No drama. His career had no end in sight. He was perfect.

But he wasn't Eddie fucking Munson.

You're fucking hard now. That picture making you think wild thoughts. I wonder if dickhead is asleep yet.

Nova's POV

You hear your phone vibrating on your nightstand. You see Eddie's name on the screen. His contact photo is still one of you and him. A big grin on his face as you kiss his cheek. It's one of your favorite pictures.

You hesitate for a moment as you glance over at Max sleeping soundly. Shit.

"Eddie, I can't talk right now." you whisper into the phone.

"Dickhead there?" his deep tone immediately sending you into a spiral.

"Yes.. Max is here."

"Is he next to you?" he continues in a low tone.

"Yes, Eddie. He's sleeping.. I have to go." you try but he rushes to speak.

"You don't have to say anything. Just listen, yeah?"

Fuck, you know that tone. And you know where this is going. Bad thoughts enter your mind immediately. Say it, Eds. Please say it.

"Touch yourself baby.." Eddie orders through the phone.

Yes.

"I can't Eds.." you say in a hushed tone. Your eyes flick back to Max who is snoring lightly.

"For me?" he pouts.

"Eddie..."

"You know you're going to, stop with the fucking games." he chuckles and you feel annoyed but turned on at the same time. He's not wrong.

You slip your hand in your panties, feeling the slickness coat your fingers.

"Are you touching yourself?" you can practically hear his stupid little smirk through the phone.

"Yes." you give in.

"That's my good girl.. start slow." His voice is deep. Demanding.

"Rub your clit for me, sweetheart."

You begin making circles, listening to his voice.

"Fuck I wish I was there." Eddie moans in your ear, making you even wetter.

"What next, baby?" you breathe into the phone.

"Mm.. is that pussy wet?"

"Mhmm. So wet." you moan quietly.

"Fuck.. go faster baby."

You speed up your fingers as your breathing picks up.

"I'm gonna make you fucking scream next time I see you." he snarls.

You can hear his breathing getting ragged on the other end of the phone.

"I'm.. fuck, I'm gonna fuck you so hard." he growls and you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

You move your fingers in and out even faster. A soft whimper escapes your lips.

"Don't cum yet, baby. We're gonna cum together." Eddie groans.

Your eyes close as you listen to him.

"I can't wait to fucking taste you. God, I miss that pussy." he pants.

"I miss your cock, Eds."

"I know you do, baby. And I'm gonna give it to you soon... really fucking soon sweetheart."

You try to keep your noises quiet but you can feel your orgasm building quickly.

"Promise?"

"Oh I promise.. I'm gonna fuck you real good."

"E-Eddie.." you pant breathlessly.

"You're a bad girl, Nova. Thinking about me when he's right next to you." Eddie laughs wickedly.

"You're... such an asshole." you moan and he laughs again.

"Are you my little slut... hmm? You're a little slut for me, aren't you?" he hums and you feel yourself right on the edge.

"Y-yes.." you whimper.

"Do you miss me, baby?"

"Always." you let out a hushed moan.

"Mmm.. almost there baby... I'm almost there." he moans in your ear.

"Cum for me, Eddie." you moan louder than intended. Max rolls over and your breathing stops.

His snoring resumes a second later as you hear Eddie breathing heavily.

"Are you close?"

"S-so close." you whisper as your back begins to arch. Your body tingles all over as you play with your pussy.

"I wanna hear how wet you are." he demands.

You take the phone and place it low, your fingers moving quickly, the sounds of your excitement loud.

You let him listen for a moment before bringing him back to your ear.

"Jesus Christ.." Eddie lets out a needy moan bringing you even closer.

"I want you inside me, Eddie." you say as glide your fingers in and out faster and faster.

"You want me deep in that pussy?"

"Yes." you breathe.

"So fucking deep, baby?" he mumbles deeply.

"S-so deep." you let out an unrestrained moan.

"You're gonna wake up your boy toy, Nova." Eddie teases.

"Fuck you." you whimper.

"Soon. Cum for me. Be a good girl and..."

"Ohhh." your muscles clamp down around your fingers and you bite down on your lip trying to conceal your cry of pleasure.

"Sh-shit..." you hear deep grunt of satisfaction followed by shallow breaths and know he finished as well.

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you slow your breathing.

"Talk soon, sweetheart." Click.

Fucking prick.

Masterlist found here 🖤