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lucydixon · 12 days ago

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The Ties that Bind us All

Euro Masterlist 𐴱 Lords of Chaos Masterlist 𐴱 Eddie Munson Masterlist 𐴱 Main Masterlist 𐴱 More Roommate!Reader 𐴱 Taglist 𐴱 Reading List 𐴱 Pinned Post 𐴱 Moodboard side-Blog A/N: Okay, so this is a LOC/Eddie Munson Crossover. I got a request for something along these lines and tweaked it a little. This story takes place in the Roommate!Reader AU. This will be broken up into a few parts, but nothing crazy!! Eddie can't stay for too long, or else it fucks with any other Roommate!Reader fics that occur after this.

Summary: When a familiar face from your past finds you across the world, Øystein gets incredibly jealous and refuses to believe that history will not repeat itself when he learns just how close the two of you were back home.

On a rainy Sunday afternoon, you were finishing up band practice at the henhouse and asked Øystein to wait for you in the car so you could run up to the old house and check for mail.

Every once in a while, some got dropped off, so you’d made a habit of checking every time you were out in the studio for band practice.

Sure enough, there were a few letters, and you were beyond surprised to see that one of them was for you.

You very rarely got mail, but when you did, it was always from the same person.

When your eyes darted to the return address in the corner and you clocked the American zip code, you couldn’t stop the grin from stretching across your face.

You tore it open, right there on the porch while heavy rain hammered against the tin roof loudly, and balled up the envelope to toss in the makeshift garbage bin that lived out there.

Øystein pulled up to the house and shouted a quick ‘hurry the fuck up’ after opening his wondow a crack.

You’d barely heard it over the rainfall.

Clearly, he’d grown tired of waiting for you and was getting impatient.

You tucked the letter, along with the rest of the mail, into your coat pocket to keep it dry and ran the short distance to the car.

The door was locked when you tugged on it, and you couldn’t help but be annoyed about it.

It took him a moment to realize.

“Asshole.” You grumbled when you finally fell into your seat, “You did that on purpose.”

“No, I didn’t.” He snapped immediately, scowling “if you hadn’t taken forever, I would be paying attention instead of being pissed.”

“So, you admit that you weren’t paying attention!” You exclaimed with a tone that very clearly said ‘gotcha’.

“Shut up.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled the letter back out so you could read it.

The smile was back as soon as you saw the familiar handwriting, and only stretched wider with each paragraph of chicken scratch.

“What are you smiling about?” Øystein couldn’t pretend he wasn’t interested. You never got mail.

“A friend from back home is coming to visit!” You grinned excitedly. “My best friend.”

“Oh, this is so exciting!” You were so happy that even he couldn’t help but crack an amused little smile.

“On the 29th,” You hummed thoughtfully, counting on your fingers before huffing out a laugh. “That’s this Saturday! I wonder how long this thing’s been sitting on the porch. I don't think I checked last week, did I?”

He just shrugged.

It was nice seeing you excited and happy. It made his chest feel warm.

But then, it all came crashing down, and his heart plummeted into his stomach.

“I haven’t seen him in so long, I can’t wait!” You rambled, mostly to yourself, “I wonder where he’s gonna stay? If he already has plans, then great. But he’s never been much of a planner, so he’ll probably end up staying with us.”

Him?

Your best friend was a man?

In all fairness, you’d been stuck living in a house full of boys the entire time he'd known you, but still.

“Is that okay?” You only glanced over at Øystein, oblivious to the vice grip he had on the steering wheel and the hard flex of his jaw.

“There’s no room.” He reminded you stiffly, but you were too hyped up to notice.

“He can have my bed.” You waved him off, “Can I borrow your car to pick him up at the train station?”

“Then where are you gonna sleep?” Øystein had to fight not to growl at you, dreading your answer.

“We can share.” You waved him off. “So, can I?”

“Maybe.” He grumbled, “So, what. Is this guy your boyfriend or something?”

“Or something.” You shrugged.

That wasn’t a no.

“We’ve been best friends my whole life.” You smiled softly “We were attached at the fucking hip up until I left.”

“So you’ve fucked, then.” Øystein snapped, unable to hold back.

Your head whipped to the side so you could glare at him, finally picking up on his tense posture and gritted teeth.

“That’s none of your fucking buisiness.” You scoffed despite knowing that if things were the other way around. If he had a girl best friend who suddenly showed up out of nowhere, you’d feel some type of way about it too.

“I just want to know if I’m gonna need noise-cancelling headphones to block out the sound of the two of you going at eachother.”

“You’re not gonna need them.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest “There will be no fucking.”

“But there has been.” It was supposed to be a question, but he sounded so sure that it came off sounding like a statement. “Before.”

“Well, yeah, but that was ages ago.” You shrugged as if it was no big deal. “We tried it a few times when we were teenagers, but mutually decided that we were better off as friends.”

Øystein refused to believe that any man on earth was capable of just wanting to be your friend.

You were too pretty and kind and fuck-

He needed to make sure this guy wasn’t going to swoop in and take you back to America to live happily ever after.

“I’ll take you to the train station.” Øystein blurted suddenly, “To pick him up.”

“Okay,” You stretched the word out, your tone full of suspicion and your eyes narrowed. “You’re not gonna be a dick though, are you?”

“No, I’m not gonna be a dick!” He all but snarled.

“Fine.” You crossed your arms over your chest and faced the road. “Thank you.”

Neither of you spoke for the rest of the ride to the store.

You couldn’t help but worry about the two boys clashing. They both had big personalities and took on leadership roles in just about every setting.

Øystein was very clearly jealous, which tended to make him behave like a possessive, dickhead.

You were hoping for some growth, though.

Things had been peaceful for the most part after your recent move into the store.

The two of you were finally getting along, and you were a little scared about ruining all that progress.

You really did like Øystein. Despite his general grumpiness and his tendency to snap at you for seemingly no reason, you’d gotten to see a softer side of him. A side that you could love if you’d just let yourself.

You didn’t want to make him jealous.

This wasn’t just some game to you.

But the relationship you had with your childhood best friend was sure to rub Øystein the wrong way. You’d always been overly affectionate with one another, holding hands or hugging, cuddling up on the couch while you watched movies at night, but it really was platonic.

There had been a time when you’d both considered the possibility that it could be more than that. That there was some kind of romantic spark between the two of you. After trying out a different kind of intimacy a few times, all that came out of it was awkward, clumsy sex that left you both worried that you’d made a terrible mistake and ruined your friendship.

It had been an uncomfortable conversation to have, but the relief in the air when you’d realised that he felt the same way was palpable. It was like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

When Saturday morning came around, Øystein was in a mood, and you were bouncing off the walls with excitement.

You were determined not to let him ruin this for you and had been ignoring his sulking for the last few days.

Every heavy sigh and grumble under his breath left you seemingly unbothered, which just annoyed him further.

Not a single word was uttered on the way to the station.

You’d popped a cassette in the tape deck when it became clear that Øystein had made it uncomfortably quiet on purpose and cranked the music up to fill the silence.

The two of you stood at the edge of the train station platform, propped up against the side of Øystein’s dad’s Volvo.

He was smoking and deliberately hadn’t offered you a cigarette for the first time since you’d moved into the store together.

Asshole.

Before you could dwell on it too much, you spotted a familiar mop of curly brown hair stumbling out of the train and broke out into a grin.

You pushed off the car and left Øystein standing there as you made your way towards him.

“Eddie!” You called out to him once you were close enough and started running when his head snapped over in your direction, and he started shrugging off his bag and carefully setting down his guitar case so he could open his arms to you, beaming.

You threw yourself into his arms and wrapped yourself around him as he lifted you right off the ground and spun you around, squeezing you tightly.

“Fuck, I missed you” He muttered into your hair when you buried your face in his neck. "I can't believe you're here."

“I missed you too, Eds.” You sighed into his skin.

And you had.

You hadn’t realised to what extent until that very moment.

The smell of Irish Spring and detergent enveloped your senses. The cheap one that Wayne had always bought, then complained he hated.

You’d always liked it.

Eddie smelled like home.

You couldn’t be sure how long the two of you stood there, wrapped around one another, but you could feel Øystein’s eyes burning a hole in the side of your head.

When you pulled back finally, Eddie cradled your cheek in his palm, not quite ready to let go yet.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” You asked, looking up at him with a pinched brow, “Not just to see me, right? You said in your letter that you were already coming.”

“There’s a label that liked my Demo.” He shrugged, standing so close that you could feel his breath on your forehead. “I came out to see if I can get signed, maybe get into a studio somewhere and record.”

“That’s great, Eddie!” You beamed, “Didn’t know anyone out here was into heavy metal like that.”

“Said they were trying to branch out.” Your friend explained, “I kind of had to come out, though. You fell off the face of the earth, Sweetheart. Where the hell have you been?”

You couldn’t hold his gaze, so you dropped it down to your shoes.

You’d been good at sending letters when you lived up at the house.

He usually got a response after a week, two at the latest.

But you hadn’t written in months.

There was no tapering down or anything of the sort. Just radio silence on your end.

“I-” You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to find the words.

“Hey,” Eddie's finger hooked under your chin to force you to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

The worry in his eyes was almost too much to bear.

“Um,” You cleared your throat, “You know my roommate? The one who, uh-”

“Pelle?” He frowned.

God, he remembered. Of course, he remembered. Eddie had always been so fucking attentive and you were so glad because you weren’t sure if you could finish your sentence.

“He killed himself.” Tears blurred your vision, but you blinked them away, eyes darting up to the sky in an attempt to keep them from falling. “I found him and it was-”

Your breath hitched in your throat, and a tear slipped, rolling down your cheek.

Eddie was quick to wipe it away.

“It was bad.” You forced yourself to finish. “Eddie, It was so fucking bad and I spiralled, hard.”

“Oh, honey,” you could hear the sadness in his voice. As if he were trying to take it from you. To bear some of its weight as he pulled you into his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

“I should’ve called you.” You breathed shakily into his vest, “I’m okay now. I have been for a while, and I should’ve at least written you. I’m so fucking sorry, Eddie.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He muttered into the top of your head. “I’m not mad or anything. I was just really worried, sweetheart.”

It was taking everything in you not to fall apart in his arms right then.

The two of you stood there until you could pull away and not burst into tears.

It felt like hours, but it could only’ve been minutes.

Øystein would have come over there if you were taking too long, and he hadn’t.

“So,” you wiped any stray tears from your cheeks and looked up at Eddie, “What’s the plan? Have you got somewhere to stay?”

“I booked a hotel.” He nodded, brushing your hair out of your face before collecting his belongings. “Thought I might have to look for you a bit.”

“That must’ve cost a fortune!” You looked horrified. “And the plane ticket? Jesus, Eddie, now I’m really sorry.”

“I was gonna come anyway.” He shook his head. “Label, Remember? I had a little money squirreled away.”

“Right.”

“I’m actually planning to swing by their office this afternoon. You know, let them know I’m serious and all that.”

“Do you want a ride?” You offered, nodding towards the brooding metalhead glaring at the two of you at the edge of the station.

“Let me guess,” Eddie raised a brow, “Øystein?”

A laugh bubbled out of your throat as you nodded.

Clearly, you’d painted an accurate picture in your letters.

“He’s not so bad anymore,” you led the way back to the car. “We’ve bonded.”

“He looks like he’s waiting to deck me in the face!” Eddie groaned. “You didn’t tell me your boyfriend looked like a serial killer.”

“Eddie!” You grabbed his arm and made him stop so you could look up at him with wide eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend! Don’t say that out loud.”

“Why’s he so pissed then?” He started to sigh, but then a knowing look took over his features, signed with a teasing smirk. “Ohhhhh, I get it. He wants to be your boyfriend, doesn’t he? Or maybe you want him to be your boyfriend?”

“I don’t know what the fuck Øystein wants.” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. It wasn't lost on him that you hadn't commented on the second half. “Listen, it’s complicated. There’s a lot I need to catch you up on.”

“Like,” You side-eyed your roomate/bandmate/occasional flirt “A lot.”

Eddie just chuckled and promised quietly that he wouldn’t use the word boyfriend at all on this trip.

Despite the teasing look on his face, you knew he wasn’t going to deliberately embarrass you.

“We’ll drop you off at your hotel, and you can do your thing. Wanna meet up later, and I’ll give you a debrief? There’s a bar by my place.”

“Perfect.” Eddie sighed in relief.

He wasn’t sure what he would’ve done if you were standing there waiting for him to get off the train.

“Øystein.” You called out to him once you were within earshot. There was a slight tone of warning in your voice: “This is Eddie.”

“Eddie, Øystein.”

Eddie held a hand out for him to shake, but Øystein just blinked at it, unimpressed.

“Don’t be an asshole!” You hissed, jabbing him in the ribs with your elbow.

He ignored you too, and got into the driver’s seat.

“Dick.” You muttered under your breath, looking up at your friend apologetically.

“It’s okay.”

You could hear the tension in his voice that very clearly told you that it was not, in fact, okay.

But he’d do anything for you, and if that meant he had to let your asshole ‘not boyfriend’ drive him to his hotel, so be it.

He was just happy to see you.

Øystein didn’t say a word the whole ride, and it was making you increasingly angry.

He’d promised not to be a dick.

Yet, here he was,

Being a dick.

The closest thing to conversation you got was a half nod when you told him which hotel Eddie was staying in.

You tried to ignore him and asked Eddie about your friends back home and his Uncle Wayne, struggling not to smack the driver upside the head.

The whole time, all Øystein could think about was how you’d held eachother.

He’d never seen you so excited, and to know that it was someone else making you happier than he ever could had cut deeper than he thought it might.

The way he’d spun you around like it was some fucking romantic movie irked him.

The hand on your cheek stung.

But what had really gotten him was when Eddie had tilted your head back. Øystein had been so sure that he was about to watch you guys kiss.

That one, he’d felt like a knife in his gut.

Instead, he was pretty sure that he was watching you cry.

And then came another hug. A moment of comfort that he couldn’t offer you.

He knew it had been stupid to go with you to the train station but, at the very least, he wasn’t at home wondering if you were fucking your secret boyfriend in the backseat of his dad’s Volvo.

By the time he rolled to a stop outside Eddie’s hotel, you were fuming.

The air inside the car was full of tension and Eddie, ever the shit disturber shot you a mischeivious smile and planted a wet, loud kiss on your cheek before getting out of the car.

“I’ll see you later, Sweetheart.” He said loud enough for Øystein to hear, and ducked out of the car before you could so much as blink.

“I should’ve just asked Jan to borrow the van.” You muttered angrily when the car pulled back onto the main road.

You weren’t far from Helvete.

Walking distance really.

You could just get out of the car and walk back.

But you didn’t.

“Why, so you could slide a mattress into the back of it for your little reunion?” Øystein snarked, very clearly not understanding just how upset you were.

“Øystein.” Your jaw flexed with the effort it took not to lose your shit on him “You promised me that you wouldn’t be a dick.”

You sounded far too calm.

He hated it when you did that.

It made it clear that you were at the end of your rope, and it freaked him out every time.

It was better when you yelled.

“I don’t know why I’m surprised. God, You’re such a fucking asshole.” You shook your head, looking out the window until he pulled up in front of the store.

You didn’t even wait for him to come to a complete stop before getting out of the car and storming into the store.

The door slammed shut behind you, and you let out a little frustrated groan, stomping your foot like a toddler.

You’re cheeks warmed when you turned and saw Faust staring back at you from behind the counter, looking awfully amused.

“It’s not funny.” You grumbled, shuffling past him to flop down on your makeshift bed. “He’s being a prick.”

“Are you okay?” The boy’s face was flecked with concern when he saw that you were genuinely upset. “What did he do?”

“He was just rude as fuck to Eddie!” You groaned, pulling a pillow over your face to block the light and muffle your loud huff. “After insisting on coming with me!”

“Eddie?” Faust frowned, and you lowered the pillow to squint at him.

“You know, the friend I was picking up this morning?”

“Oh. I thought your friend was a girl?”

“Øystein knew!” You sounded exasperated. “He knew, and I told him that nothing is going on with the two of us, and he still acted like an asshole, even after promising that he wouldn’t.”

“I told all of you when I was talking about it yesterday!” You remembered, even more frustrated as you groaned loudly. “Does anyone ever listen to me?”

In all truth, you’d been wearing a low-cut top the night before, and he was pretty sure that his eyes hadn’t left your chest the entire time you’d been talking, apart from flicking up every few seconds to make sure you hadn’t caught him. You weren’t talking to him directly, so he only listened up to ‘so my friend is coming out’.

Usually, he listened.

Hung onto your every word.

But you’d caught Jan staring just a few minutes before and just rolled your eyes, so he figured that he was allowed too.

Now, he could see that he’d focused a little too much of his attention on your tits.

“Too much beer, maybe.” He muttered, averting his gaze as his cheeks warmed.

Øystein stormed through the store and into his office, slamming the door behind him, drawing both of your attention.

You scoffed, and Faust frowned.

Jan showed up with beer a couple of hours later, and you sipped yours from your bunk, quickly forgetting about how angry you were at the man locked in the back of the store.

You were with your friends and had plans to see Eddie in a few hours. Øystein being a dick was nothing new, and didn’t matter. Everything was fine.

As long as Øystein stayed the fuck behind that door, there wouldn’t be a problem.

As it turns out, you were focusing on the wrong door.

You didn’t flinch when the bell above the front door chimed. The conversation going on around you continued, and you were engrossed in it until you heard a familiar voice.

“Uh, I’m looking for Euronymous?”

“Eddie?” You pulled yourself to your feet and looked just as bewildered as he did.

“What are you doing here?” You both spoke at the same time, and both Jan and Faust shut up to watch.

Occultus was still talking, but Faust shoved him hard enough to snap him out of it and pointed towards the two of you.

Someone flicked off the music blaring through the speakers.

“Looking for Death Like Silence.” He frowned, brows pinching together in confusion. “Do you work here?”

“Sort of?” You grimaced, realizing the wasn’t caught up on the whole you living inside a record store thing.

“Why are you looking for-” You cut yourself off, eyes widening with realization. “Oh.”

The label he’d flown all the way to Norway for.

He’d been writing back and forth with Euronymous.

And now, he was looking for him, not knowing that they’d already met.

“What?” Eddie didn’t like how freaked out you looked.

“Why is it so fucking quiet out here?” Øystein emerged from the back office, already looking annoyed.

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath.

“Eds,” You gestured towards him awkwardly. “Meet Øystein Aarseth, better known as Euronymous. Founder of Death Like Silence.”

“Øystein, I give you, Eddie Munson, which you would have known if you were paying attention at all this morning.”

Part 2

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