Have you ever read "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God," the famous sermon of Burr's illustrious grandfather?
It is, and I cannot stress this enough, a whole THING.
"So that, thus it is that natural men are held in the hand of God, over the pit of hell; they have deserved the fiery pit, and are already sentenced to it; and God is dreadfully provoked, his anger is as great towards them as to those that are actually suffering the executions of the fierceness of his wrath in hell, and they have done nothing in the least to appease or abate that anger, neither is God in the least bound by any promise to hold them up one moment; the devil is waiting for them, hell is gaping for them, the flames gather and flash about them, and would fain lay hold on them, and swallow them up; the fire pent up in their own hearts is struggling to break out: and they have no interest in any Mediator, there are no means within reach that can be any security to them. In short, they have no refuge, nothing to take hold of; all that preserves them every moment is the mere arbitrary will, and uncovenanted, unobliged forbearance of an incensed God."
It really is a wonder that Burr wasn't more fucked up.
Eddie Munson x afab!reader (she/her), sheltered!reader
Rating: E
CW/TW: Abortion, talk of pregnancy, mentions of rape (coercion by a partner- not Eddie), drug use, religious trauma, abuse, angst, hurt/comfort… let me know if I missed any
AN: chapter one updated to reflect some changes. Jason and reader are no longer dating. Reader was Chrissy’s best friend before her death. Jason is still the father and still a dick.
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It was done.
You felt like hell and you were pretty sure you’d broken Eddie’s hand from squeezing it.
But it was done.
Minus what you were sure was going to be the worst period of your life.
They’d sent you away with a birth control prescription and some antibiotics and that was that.
Eddie only let go of your hand to change the tapes as he drove. Soft acoustic music you didn’t recognize hummed through the van. His hand returned to yours right away. Like it fit. Like it was supposed to be right there.
Maybe you were just hormonal and exhausted and reading too much into it. Eddie was just being nice. Comforting you like a friend would.
He didn’t let go the whole way back to the trailer. He couldn’t. Not after seeing you go through that procedure. Not after hearing the pained noises you made after the doctor told you that you would “just feel a pinch”.
When he did pull up to the trailer, he let go of your hand long enough to run around to the passenger door and help you out. Up the steps in to the trailer. Right into his uncle wearing nothing but a wife beater and boxers as he cooked in the kitchen.
“Hey kid, what the hells with all the eggs?” His uncle turned around with the plate of leftover eggs in his hands. “Oh shit. Didn’t realize you were bringing a lady around.”
“Sorry. Left a note on the fridge.” Eddie nodded to it.
You shifted beside him, trying you best to look fine. “Hi, Mr. Munson.”
“Please, Wayne’s just fine, darlin’.” Wayne frowned when he saw you wince.
“Sorry, not feeling well. I think I’m going to lay down for a bit.” You glanced up at Eddie.
“Take the bed.”
You glanced at Wayne nervously. His uncle had already turned back to his meal, dutifully trying to ignore the both of you. Eddie nudged you towards his room and you went reluctantly let go of his hand and shuffled off down the hall. You closed the door to his room behind you.
Wayne eyed Eddie with a raised brow. “She okay?”
Eddie let out a deep sigh. “She will be.”
“Anything I should be worried about?”
Eddie shook his head. His uncle didn’t look convinced. Eddie couldn’t blame him after everything that happened with with Chrissy and the “earthquakes”. His uncle was smart enough to know something deeper and darker had happened than what Eddie let on. Eddie wanted to tell him, but he’d come to the same conclusion as he always had. The less the people around him knew, the better.
“You know where to find me.” His uncle grunted.
The guilt settled in as Eddie watched his uncle disappear back into his room with a plate of food. Wayne had done so much for him and all Eddie seemed to do was make it harder on the man. At least this year there was a decent chance he would actually graduate.
The phone rang just as Eddie was about to go grab the bags of food from the car. He picked it up on the third ring. “Sup?”
“Dude, are you going to make it tonight?” Gareth’s voice echoed on the other end.
“Shit. No, something came up.”
“What the fuck, man? You never miss practice.” Jeff yelled from somewhere further off.
“I know. Go without me. Reschedule. Fuckin’ I don’t know.”
“Reschedule? What–”
Eddie hung up the phone. They’d figure it out. He had to take care of you. He couldn’t help Chrissy, but he could help you.
Wait.
Fuck.
No.
Was it happening again? History repeating itself once more. Eddie glanced up at the ceiling. No. Everything was fine. It had to be. In less than three weeks he’d be walking across that stage and getting the fuck out of Hawkins.
Vecna was gone and you were safe.
Best he make sure though. He knocked on the door to his room and hear a faint, “Come in.”
He peeked in to find you curled up under a blanket in his bed. “Sorry about my uncle. He’ll be gone in a few hours. Shift at the plant.”
Your eyes widened in understanding. He could see that you wanted to ask why he lived with his uncle and not his parents. You didn’t though. “Is he okay with me staying?”
“He doesn’t care. I’m gunna grab the rest of the stuff from the van.” And then…. What? Eddie tapped the door frame. “Watch a movie, if you want.”
“I don’t really want to move.” You mumbled. “Not right now.”
“Yeah.” Shit. “Right. Makes sense. I…”
“Was that one of your friends on the phone?”
“Yeah, but, it’s nothing.” Eddie shrugged. He didn’t want to leave here alone. Not when he had the image of Chrissy burned into his brain again.
“Oh…” you yawned.
Eddie smirked. “How about you stop worrying and just take a nap. I’ll be around if you need something.”
He turned around to lead.
“Hey, Eddie.” You stopped him in his tracks and he looked back at you.
“Yeah, angel?”
You opened your mouth to say something then stopped yourself. You settled on, “Thank you.”
Eddie bowed to you and you giggled. “At your service, my lady.”
“I can see why Chrissy liked you.”
Now that stopped him dead in his tracks. He couldn’t meet your eye. “Yeah, I liked her too.”
“I don’t think you did it.” You pushed yourself up in his bed. “If that’s not obvious. I mean, I know you’ve been cleared. But even before that I knew you- I knew you weren’t like that.”
Eddie frowned. “How?”
You shrugged and laid back down. “I paid attention.”
You’d noticed him. Enough that you felt like you could just his character and hold on to that judgement even when all elements pointed to the contrary.
And he just though you were pretty. Unattainable. Perfect. God-fearing.
He left you to your own thoughts and shut the door. He checked the ceiling again. No black goo. No gaping portal. Just yellowing paint.
You spent the next two days in various levels of cramping, watching movies with Eddie on the couch or talking and listening to music. You favorite though was curling up on the couch and watching Eddie practice guitar, which he called his baby.
It was the most fun you’d had in ages.
Come Monday when you were supposed to be in school, you felt better but not well enough to go sit in class for 8 hours. Or face Jason. Maybe that was more like it.
You inched closer to Eddie on the couch as Star Wars played on the tv. “Eddie.” You whispered.
Eddie turned his head, eyes wide and playful. “Angel.”
Shit.
You hadn’t realized how close you had gotten to him. His face was only inches from yours. You heart raced as time seemed to slow down around you. The silly comment you were going to say to him died on your lips as you glanced at his. His eyes dipped down to your lips.
He was going to kiss you. You were sure of it. Your whole body practically vibrated with the need for it.
A fist pounding at the door had you jumping away from him. Eddie cursed.
“Eddie, open up! We know you’re in there! It’s important!” A young boy yelled from outside the door.
“It’s Dustin. I’ll send him away.” Eddie groaned as he stood. He opened the door just a crack but that didn’t stop Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers from barging in. Followed closely by Steve, Nancy, and Robin.
“Emergency meeting.” Dustin stated. “There’s been another abduction.”
Abduction?
You stared at the sudden influx of people. Probably about the least likely group of people you’d expect to barge into Eddie’s trailer. You tried to hide under the blanket a little more, hoping no one would notice you. So far, none of them had.
“We don’t know that.” Robin sighed.
Eddie glanced at you and Steve followed his gaze. Steve’s mouth formed an ‘o’ at the sight of you. His eyes comically wide. “Yeah, we definitely don’t know that.”
All the eyes in the room landed on you. You have a weak smile and a wave.
Robin looked between you and Eddie, realization dawning in her features. “Okay… You three. Outside.”
“Wait, what?” Mike’s eyes snapped to her.
“Yeah! Why do we have to wait outside?” Dustin whined. “There’s clearly something going on here.”
“That’s exactly why you need to wait out side.” Steve ushered the three boys to the door. Reluctantly, they went. Nancy took up a spot by the window to keep an eye on them.
Eddie looked just as confused as you were. “Someone wanna tell me what’s happening?”
Seconded, you thought.
Steve looked at you. “Your parents have the whole town looking for you. Everyone started freaking out when you didn’t show up to school. No one knew where you were. They think you got kidnapped or something. I’m ah… guessing that’s not the case.”
He glanced at Eddie who was looking downright pissed. You were just shocked. You glanced between all four of them. “What? No! Of course it isn’t! They’re the ones who kicked me out.” You sighed. “I’ll call them.”
When you stood, you winced at little as a cramp hit you. Steve shared a look with Eddie, Nancy, and Robin you didn’t quite understand. From the look on Robin’s face, you knew she was starting to put pieces of the puzzle together.
Eddie pointed you to the phone and then pushed everyone towards the living room to give you some privacy. You could hear their hushed whispers as you dialed your home phone. You mom picked up after one ring. “Hello? Baby is that you?”
“Why does everyone seem to think I’m missing? I’m fine. You can call off the Calvary.”
“Where are you, sweetie? Tell me where you are and your father will come pick you up.”
“No. I’m not coming back home.”
“Sweetie, I know we said some hurtful things, but you can come home. We want you back home.”
“It didn’t sound like that when you kicked me out.”
“Sweetie, come back home. Your fathers made some arrangements. You can go away and have the baby and come back and no one will be the wiser.” You mother whispered on the other line. You wondered how many people were in your old house right now. You wondered how long your mother had been crying for them.
You laughed, angrily. “It’s too late for that.”
Silence from the other end. Then, “Well, if God wills it. At least the congregation will never have to know.”
Of course.
Of course that was what she was concerned about. Not you, but the congregation. Not the hell that she put you though but of her and your father’s image in the eyes of the church.
“I’m not coming home. Ever.” You were surprised by how calm you were. “I’m fine. And I’m safe. So if you don’t call off the search, I will. And I will tell everyone everything.”
You hung up the phone before she could say more. For a while you just stared at the phone. Then, you felt a light touch on your shoulder. Eddie. “You okay?”
You nodded though you felt the tears coming. Eddie saw the look on your face and pulled you into his arms. Distantly, you heard the door open and shuffling footsteps as the others left to give the two of you some privacy.
“I’m so tired of this.” You whispered as your tears finally fell. Eddie held you closer and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I guess I should go to school tomorrow. Show everyone I’m not dead.”
“Eh, fuck them.”
You laughed against his chest, breathing in the comforting, warm smell of him. “I just have to survive the next three weeks and then I can… I don’t know.”
“You can come with me.”
You pushed away from Eddie. “You want me to come with you?”
Eddie grinned and nodded. “Fuck, yeah. Of course I do.”
“Where are you going?”
Eddie shrugged. “No idea. Far away from here.”
“Far away from here sounds perfect.” You could imagine it. Driving across the country in Eddie’s van. Nothing but a couple dollars and Eddie’s guitar to your name. You could get a job as a waitress and Eddie could finally make Corroded Coffin take off.
“Eddie…”
His dark brown eyes dipped to your lips. Then he was pulling you close, his lips on your lips. He wound his fingers through your hair and you moaned against him. You back hit the counter and the two of you pulled apart. Just enough to breathe. You wrapped your hands around his forearms, not pulling him away but holding him there with you.
“Fuck, angel.” Eddie grinned against your skin and kissed you again. He made it feel like your first. This was what it should have been like. Not the aggressive, domineering way Jason had kissed you.
You didn’t want to stop. But there was school tomorrow and it was already late. You pulled away reluctantly from Eddie, smiling as he chased your lips. “We should go to bed.”
Eddie wrinkled his nose. “Sounds horrible.”
“Does it? You raised a brow and Eddie’s eyes widened. You took his hand and lead him towards his bedroom.
Eddie paused, stopping you just outside his door. “Angel, Angel, we can’t. You just had a pretty big operation.”
You knew that already. “I know. I’m not ready. But, that doesn’t mean you have to sleep on the couch.”
“Oh.”
You grinned and tugged at his hand. “Come on.”
The two of you climbed into bed and under the covers. Eddie took off his rings and set them on the dresser as you settled in beside him. He shifted, offering you his shoulder and chest to lay on. “Come ’ere.”
You settled into his chest and Eddie held you tight. Maybe it was crazy– okay. It was crazy. It was the craziest thing you’d ever done. And maybe it wouldn’t last. But here, right now, you had him.
Waking up with Eddie curled around you was one of the best feelings in the world. You relished in it even as you got up and got ready. To your surprise, Robin dropped by with a bag of old clothes for you. You still didn’t have any of your books or papers or homework, but at least you weren’t showing up decked out in Eddie’s clothes. That would really get people talking.
Eddie squeezed your hand as you stared at your high school’s front doors with trepidation. “This is going to suck.”
“Nah… it will be great.” Eddie grinned.
You frowned at him. “Not helping.”
You had to go in. You didn’t want to. You wanted to stay curled up beside Eddie on his couch for the rest of your life. You chewed on your lip, nervously.
Eddie seemed just as nervous as you as he tapped an unsteady rhythm on the steeling wheel.
“Are you okay?” You touched his arm and Eddie glanced at you. He looked almost scared and on the verge of losing his breakfast.
“You aren’t going to ignore me, right? I mean do you really want to be seen with the freak of Hawkins?”
You took in the worried look in Eddie’s eyes. There was a part of him that was already convinced you’d say no. But Eddie had shown you more kindness and belonging in three days than anyone else in your friend had in a year. Minus Chrissy. But she was gone now.
He really thought you were going to give that up for some superficial friendships?
You got out of the car without replying. Eddie got out a moment later, walking right past you without a look. “Eddie- Wait-“
You grabbed his hand and pulled him back to you. He tried to pull away but you pulled harder, wrapping your hands in his jacket and pulling him down to your lips. He fought it for a second, then realized what you were saying. He melted into you.
You pulled away grinning. Eddie looked down at you in disbelief. “That’s my answer, Eddie Munson. Come on. We’re going to be late.”
screaming and crying cause we got this gorgeous medieval finery and colorful sigils and ill never fucking see the proper house bolton in this art direction because they just had to completely change their sigil for fucking gameythrones... they took everything from me
Artist: John Martin (1789, Haydon Bridge, Northumberland, England - 1854, Isle of Man). He was a religious Romance painter who had a leaning for depicting scenes featuring Biblical passages of “hellfire and brimstone”.
1) The Destruction of Pompei and Herculaneum (1822)
2) Belshazzar's Feast (1821)
3) The Fall of Babylon; Cyrus the Great defeating the Chaldean army. (1819)
4) Le Pandemonium (1841)
5) The Fall of Babylon (1819)
6) The Seventh Plague (1823)
7) Marcus Curtius (1827)
8) The Fall of Nineveh (1828)
9) The Destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah (1852)
10) Destruction of Tyre (1840)
Paintings 1-4 are how I imagine Queen Metaria swept over the Kingdom of Earth and how I imagine Queen Beryl rallied the brainwashed to invade the Moon Kingdom.
Paintings 5-10 are what I imagine Queen Metaria and the Earth armies invading the Moon Kingdom must have looked like, bringing an end to the Silver Millennium.
Eddie Munson x afab!reader (she/her), sheltered!reader
Rating: E
CW/TW: Abortion, talk of pregnancy, mentions of rape (coercion by a partner- not Eddie), drug use, religious trauma, abuse, angst, hurt/comfort… let me know if I missed any
When you're in trouble, you turn to the only person you can think of- Eddie " The Freak" Munson.
Eddie Munson x afab!reader (she/her), sheltered!reader
Rating: E
CW/TW: Abortion, talk of pregnancy, mentions of rape (coercion by a partner- not Eddie), drug use, religious trauma, abuse, angst, hurt/comfort, use of whore, bitch, slut directed at reader… let me know if I missed any
AN: Five hundred years later...
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Everything was going to be fine.
Everything was going to be just dandy.
You couldn’t hide how nervous you were as you stepped through the doors of Hawkins High holding Eddie’s hand. He could see it, too. See how badly you were shaking.
And then the stares and whispers started.
You pressed yourself into Eddie’s eyes, not wanting to see the way people were looking at you. But that only drew more attention when people started realizing who exactly you were clinging on to.
Part of you really wanted to run and hide and never show your face again. If you were being honest, that was a big part of you. But then you remembered the look on Eddie’s face back in the parking lot.
You had nothing to be ashamed of.
You stood up on your toes and kissed Eddie’s cheek. “Walk me to class?”
Eddie stuttered then, reading you, put an arm around your shoulder. He grinned softly down at you. “Happy to, Angel.”
“I have English Lit first,” you supplied helpfully. “With Mrs. Grisham.”
“Ah.” Eddie turned the both of you around and led you down the halls. Eyes turned to watch you, leaving a trail of whispers in your wake. Eddie held you tighter until you arrived at your classroom door.
“Thanks.” You kissed his cheek again as your heart raced. You didn’t like being back here after days of having Eddie all to yourself. It felt like the comfortable bubble the two of you had created was rapidly bursting.
“Yeah,” Eddie scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll… see you at lunch?”
You nodded. Your words stuck in your throat. Eddie looked just as uncomfortable and anxious as you felt. Maybe it would have been better to keep it secret. Not like it would matter after graduation. “Save me a seat?”
Eddie’s nervous demeanor broke into an easy grin. “You bet on it, Angel. Get to class.”
He kissed your forehead and walked away as the bell rang.
You stepped inside the classroom to find a little luck waiting for you. The only remaining seat was right next to Robin. She perked up as you sat down and waved at her. “Hey. Thanks for the clothes. I really appreciate it.”
“What? Oh, yeah. Feel free to keep whatever you like. I’ve been meaning to clear out my closet.” Robin smiled back at you. “Do you wanna share my book?”
You nodded eagerly, scooting closer as Mrs. Grisham called in attendance and started her lesson. You liked Mrs. Grisham, you really did, but the days were she read to the class had to be the worst days. Her monotonous tone always put at least one person to sleep.
Robin wriggled her pencil between her fingers and then casually wrote a message in her notebook. She slid it towards you. Are you okay?
You nodded and quickly wrote back. Yeah, I'm okay.
Robin frowned. What happened?
Long story. I’ll tell you later. Promise. You wrote back. Robin read it and you gave her a small, promising smile.
You better. Robin underlined her message twice. You twisted your fingers together and she grinned at you. It occurred to you then that this was the first proper conversation you’d really ever had with Robin. You had been so caught up with your so-called friends for so long… Well, that didn’t matter now. You hoped Robin would want to be your friend, even after everything.
A knock on the classroom door stopped Mrs. Grisham’s droning. She went to it and spoke briefly with the person waiting outside before turning back to the classroom. Her eyes landed on you. “Principal Waterford would like to see you in her office.”
Shit.
You locked eyes with Robin, terrified. She squeezed your hand. “It will be okay.”
You stood, trying to ignore the stares and whispers of your classmates. You had nothing to gather up and take with you, so you slipped out the classroom door. The secretary, Miss Pam, waited for you with a polite smile in the hallway. “Come with me.”
“What’s happening?”
“Oh, well, I’m not sure. Principal Waterford just wanted a word with you. I’m sure it’s nothing bad, dear.” Miss Pam walked beside you toward the office. With every click of her heels, your dread grew. What if Principal Waterford found out about the abortion? Was she going to kick you out? You had perfect grades, but maybe that didn’t matter. Your parents had always told you that there was nothing good about a whore.
You followed Miss Pam into the quiet, mostly empty front office. She opened the door to the Principal’s office and gestured you inside. It wasn’t until you stepped in that you saw who was sitting there with Principal Waterford.
Your parents turned back to look at you. Your mother, a tiny woman in a white dress, stood and scooped you up into her arms. “Oh, darling, we were so worried.”
You hated yourself for giving in, but you missed her. You missed her hugs. You missed her warmth. You wanted your mother, no matter which way you had her. She pressed kisses into your hair.
“Darlene.” Your father still hadn’t moved, still hadn’t looked at you. “She still has to explain herself.”
“Yes. The school is wanting answers as well. You caused quite a stir with your disappearance.” Principal Waterford, a tall, bony woman, clasped her hands together. “Please, take a seat. We are waiting on one more.”
One more?
Your mother released you and you wiped away the tears in your eyes. You took a seat between your mother and father and glanced at the empty chair to the right of your mother.
A moment later, the door opened and Jason stepped inside. You froze as he looked at you. The last conversation you had with him replayed in your head.
Whore.
Slut.
Bitch.
You clasped your shaking hands together and looked at them instead. “Why is he here?”
“Sweetheart, of course, I’m here.” Jason sat down beside your mother. “We were all very worried. I’m your boyfriend.”
“No. No, you’re not.”
Your mother said your name quietly, trying to plead with you.
“No! We were never dating. Any chance of that ended when you called me a whore.” You shook with every word, fighting back the tears that choked you. “You used me! You manipulated me! It was her funeral, Jason. I didn’t want to.”
“Quiet.” Your father commanded. “That is quite enough. You need to take responsibility for your own actions.”
Your mother was already quietly crying as Jason turned redder and redder by the second. Only Principal Waterford seemed concerned for you. “That is quite a serious accusation against Mr. Carver, Miss Smith.”
“I didn’t rape her.” Jason spit. “If anyone was manipulated it was me. She came to me. She’d always been jealous of me and Chrissy. Probably wanted to get pregnant to trap me.”
“That’s not true!” You looked around between your parents. Neither of whom would meet your eye. “I thought he was my friend. I just wanted to talk.”
“So, you weren’t with Jason this weekend?” Principal Waterford asked. Her brow had grown increasingly creased.
“No! I was getting an abortion!”
The room fell quiet.
“You killed our baby?” Jason whispered.
“It’s not like you wanted anything to do–”
“You killed our fucking baby?” Jason leaped to his feet, raising his hand. You shrank back, trying to prepare yourself for the hit. Your parents did nothing to stop him. It was only Principal Waterford who stepped in.
“I will not hesitate to call the Sherriff in if you so much as touch her, Mr. Carver. And Hopper doesn’t take lightly to this sort of thing.”
Jason lowered his hand.
You looked around at your mother. Your father. They weren’t going to protect you. They weren’t going to do anything for you but make your life hell. Though your whole body shook and your voice tremored, you stood. “I’m eighteen. I can make my own decisions.”
“Darling,” Your mother said quietly. “Just come home, we can work something out. We can make this okay. Your father already has a spot for you at Saint Peter’s–”
“No! I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going back home. I’m not leaving this school. And you can’t do anything about it.”
“Oh, and where would you go? Who would take you in?” Your father stood to match you, towering over you. “You have nothing. You get nothing if you walk out that door, do you hear me?”
“I do, father. I hear you.” You felt like you were going to throw up or faint. You’d never stood up to your father before. Never in your life had you said anything against him. “I want nothing you can offer me.”
You turned on your heel and walked out the door, out through the main office, and into the cafeteria. Your whole world spun around you. You tried to breathe, but it came out in short pants. Everything crumbled apart around you. You had nothing. You had just thrown your whole life out.
“Angel?” Strong arms wrapped around you as you stumbled over. You surrendered yourself to them, folding in against Eddie. “What happened? Robin came and got me. She said you got taken to the Principal’s office.”
“They– They– This was a bad idea. This was a mistake.” You gasped out. You clung to Eddie’s jacket.
“What?” Eddie’s arms loosened and he held you away to look down at your face. “What was a mistake?”
“This– Coming here– Ev–”
“Get your fucking hands off of her, freak.”
Eddie tensed against you. “Yeah? And what are you going to do about it, Carver?”
