Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader: Rite Here, Rite Now Part 1
This two shot fic is dedicated to that poor soul on TikTok getting shitty comments about a headcanon of Eddie liking Ghost. Fandom has become so damn toxic bro. Who cares about what an imaginary character likes or dislikes?? We are cringe, we are legion. We make out of pocket headcanons sometimes. Like come on, Eddie might âtheoreticallyâ dislike Mary On A Cross specifically for various reasons, but I could see him having some favorites. You canât say he would entirely hate Ghost when fucking Year Zero and Mummy Dust exist. Or the whole of Prequelle as an album. I had to laugh at one person saying he liked Avenged Sevenfold (it didnât exist in the 80âs and neither did Ghost like we are literally arguing about shit he wouldnât have known about be so serious rn). But I digress. Iâve even gotten a couple hateful comments on a fun little TikTok I made and I honestly have just been deleting them and blocking. Donât even want to deal with peopleâs bullshit anymore. Please enjoy this spite fic and continue writing and having fun babes. Go against the flow and make Eddie proud.
Part 1 (You are Here), Part 2
Every member of Corroded Coffin could tell when you arrived to a function. Eddie knew the sound of your car like a cat that knows when its owner is home, and heâd be waiting outside the school to greet you first. That and the car make and model. Someone always called it if not Eddie. Heâd been off his game today though, definitely the excited nerves. Jeff called out your 1979 Volkswagen Beetle heading up the driveway by slugging Eddie hard on the bicep, Gareth and Dougie immediately following up with calling âno tag backsâ as they rushed to hit each other and Eddie like a bunch of middle schoolers. Eddie almost got nailed by Dougieâs beefy fist until he nimbly dodged out of the way, cradling his prized Warlock like it was a newborn.
âGod dammit, easy asshole!â Eddie laughed. âDonât be hitting my baby! I need her intact if Iâm going to impress our songstress.â
âTrust me Ed, she doesnât need more impressing. You had her in a tizzy when you asked her to write a song for you. I wonder what she came up with.â Gareth said, leaning forward so his hands were settled on both his high and medium toms, he was watching your approach intently with a gleam in his eye. âShe didnât even make it to campaign on Friday. Must have really been in the zone.â
You parked the car against the side of the driveway, emerging looking as though youâd just swallowed a whole mouthful of cry baby sour gum. Your lips were pressed tightly together, clutching your fat Trapper Keeper to your chest as you approached the group.
âHey sweetheart!â Eddie called, waving you over enthusiastically. âYou okay?â
âEddie⌠God itâs so bad⌠Itâs worse than I thought.â You said, grimacing.
God you looked delicious. He couldnât help himself but to stare and smile like a dope. With each step your flowing gray skirt swished enticingly side to side, and with a bit of pride Eddie noticed you were wearing the Twisted Sister shirt heâd distressed for you, looking like an adorable snack of a metalhead with your black clothes, black opaque tights and dirty Chucks.
Eddieâs smile faltered only slightly when he heard your self depreciation.
âOh come on, canât be that bad. Not with those grades youâve got in English. Let me seeâŚâ
âFuck no! No seriously⌠itâs worse than you think.â You insisted, shaking your head and pulling away from his outstretched hand, âItâs so⌠God dammit! What the hell was I thinkingâŚ?â
Gareth, Jeff and Dougie left their instruments to approach you, Eddie putting both hands on your shoulders to comfort you.
âHey, hey⌠come on, donât be like that.â He said, smile gone and a more serious look on his face. âI get it, I really do. It comes with the territory of writing your own songs. Trust me, Iâve done it for years. You wonât pick it up overnight, and whatever you think is weak we can work on it together. Iâm a DM honey, I can have my pen out faster than you can blink and help redraft as many times as it takes.â
âOh⌠god dammit⌠okay, fineâŚâ
You reluctantly handed Eddie the trapper keeper, the velcro making a harsh rip as he pulled it open to the first page where your lyrics neatly sat waiting for him to peruse. Eddieâs eyebrow raised when he saw the title, âSquare Hammerâ, outlined in red ink.
â âSquare Hammerâ? ⌠Huh⌠I like it, thatâs good.â Eddie nodded, and continued to read on.
The lyrics were certainly unique to say the least. It was obvious youâd tried to go with a theme based on the prompt heâd given you: something that oozes the brooding dark metal he envisioned Corroded Coffin would croon to thousands of fans. You certainly had an affinity for the macabre, and he knew he could trust you with everything he wanted in his vision. Then again you could have written the cheesiest, poppy trash in the world and he would have loved it. He was extremely biased, far too sweet on you for his own good. But these werenât bad at all. The lyrics reminded him of old Hollywood vampire movies, echoing the work of Doctor Faustus with the thematic element in the song. The voice of the lyrics seemed to be coming from an otherworldly entity, one summoned to offer power and prestige to the listener.
And Eddie was obsessed with every word the further he read on.
His eyes widened with every sentence he read.
Powers clandestine, solving a crooked rhyme⌠Every line, no matter how simple, packed a lot when combined in the collective.
Eddie finally looked up at you, completely bewildered.
âYou wrote this by yourself?!â He croaked.
You were embarrassed to hell, curling in on yourself and looking like you wanted to die.
âYe⌠yeah⌠I⌠When you asked me to write for you, I got really stuck on what I wanted to do. But I remember you mentioned Black Sabbath was one of your first covers, and then I couldnât get the image of the coffin out of my head because, you know, âCorroded Coffinâ⌠and then we were reading Faustus in Mrs. OâDonnellâs class and I thought since you asked me to do you this favor and Faustus is all about favorsâŚ-â
You were rambling. Not even paying attention to Eddieâs continually growing grin. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet the longer you ranted on, until his untamable outburst silenced you.
âTHIS IS AMAZING!â Eddie was screaming, scaring the shit out of everyone. âHoly fuck sweetheart! Are you bullshitting me?! This is⌠fuck! Weâve been stressing for new material for next monthâs gig at The Hideout and you just gave it to us on a silver platter?! Jesus H.!â
âCheck this outâŚ!â Eddie turned away to show his friends while you quietly protested, unable to speak as he passed the paper around. The guys crowded around, each one shouting out when they saw a favorite part, âhammering the nails into the sacred coffinâ quickly became a favorite, because they immediately began trying to work out how they could fit the lyrics to sound.
âAll we gotta do is work out a melody and weâre in business baby!â Eddie said. âThis is bitchinâ!â
âBut it doesnât even make any sense!â You argued. âLike seriously? The entrance to the shrine part does not fucking fit, I only wrote it because I couldnât come up with a better rhyme with clandestine!â
âWho cares?â Eddie cried. âItâs badass as hell! The imagery is absolutely savage⌠âHiding from the night, sacrificing nothingâ, and donât let me forget about the little tongue in cheek line you added about hammering nails into a sacred coffin!â
âItâs fucking great!â Echoed Jeff.
âYou should be proud. You managed to take our style and give it a unique spin, thatâs not something anyone can do.â Eddie praised. âGod dammit⌠Iâd have been a millionaire by now if I could write like this.â
âYou⌠you really liked those parts?â You asked cautiously.
âOf course I did sweetheart! This is real metal shit right here. And the part with the âcrooked rhymeâ? That really captured the creep factor I was looking for. Shit⌠whatâs more metal than summoning a demon for a deal? Thatâs exactly what Corroded Coffin needs in its material. I love this little brain of yours!â
âDonât forget Ed!â Dougie cut in. â âAre you ready to swear right here right now before the devilâ?!â
âBitchinâ! Keep this up, and Iâm gonna wanna make you write all of Corroded Coffinâs songs from now on!â Eddie beamed happily.
âWe gotta get the melody worked out!â Jeff said, âAny ideas? I could come up with a fewâŚâ
The boys began gabbing together, Eddie unable to help himself as he began to strum his precious 1984 BC Warlock, his black beauty. Without a doubt he could already envision how he could make his baby purr for you, impress you, take you out finally.
And then you changed his world forever.
â⌠I had an idea for a melody alreadyâŚâ you said quietly.
All eyes turned to you. The guys were thunderstruck.
âSeriously?! Lyrics and a melody?! Youâre spoiling the shit out of me sweetheart! Jeff, let her borrow yourâŚ-â
âNo⌠no I⌠I donât know how to play guitarâŚâ you said, cutting off Eddie sheepishly, âBut I⌠I brought my Casio with meâŚâ
âIn the trunk of my bugâŚâ
âWell go get it! Show me whatcha got sweetheart!â
Eddie followed you to the front of the Volkswagen. Everyone always thought the front trunk was the coolest shit ever and he was no exception. The cool car only added to the many things he liked about you. You took out the obnoxiously large keyboard and the stand, fumbling to close the trunk until Eddie stepped in with an âeasy⌠I got itâ, slamming the trunk shut and helping you lift the Casio like a gentleman. You were shaking, vibrating with embarrassment so hard that Eddie had to help you plug everything in and adjust the sound, hovering and reaching over you on purpose hoping youâd notice and feel his burn for you.
âAlright sweetheart? Show us what youâve got.â
You turned on the Casio and fingered the keys gently, warming up with a few chords as you tried to soothe the shaking in your fingers. Fiddling with the settings, you stalled as long as you could while the boys waited patiently. Once you found the setting you wanted, you went for it.
It was like a demon had possessed your body. The melody was quick, but it packed a hell of a punch. It was in the key of D minor, and you had ironically chosen what sounded like a combination of 1960âs psychedelic sticky rhodes and Transylvanian organ to achieve the effect you wanted. The sound overall was eerie, yet enchantingly fun all at the same time. And your singing! You were singing softly under your breath, rocking yourself to the melody on the tips of your worn out sneakers, and you had quite the set of pipes! Despite your shot nerves, youâd clearly come up with something truly special that no one else in the entire world could have conceived of.
It wasnât the traditional metal Eddie had in mind, more avant-garde, theatrical even. Whereas he had expected a sound more like Black Sabbath, you played something not out of place at a theater performance of Dracula. But this sound⌠there was something that nagged him about it. It was a sound that Eddie could imagine playing to arenas of screaming, adoring fans.
âGentlemen⌠thatâs our fucking song!â Eddie cried, âThatâs our song, itâs a goddamned masterpiece!â
The Casio halted, and your mouth was hanging open mid play.
âWhat?! How-âŚâ you began.
âI can already hear the riff, Ed what do you think of following with standard tuning instead of going to D minor?â Jeff picked up his Gibson and began to play, mimicking what he heard on your Casio by ear. âIf you move it, the sound is way off from what Iâm envisioning. But if you keep it at standard you leave it easier on the fingers with the couple of open notes when you start stretching.â
âYeah, yeah! If you tune it down itâs going to sound off with her playing when you hit the chords.â Eddie agreed, immediately looking back at you. âPlay it one more time sweetheart?â
You cautiously complied, going through the melody one more time as Jeff began to follow with you. Eddie was completely absorbed in your music, listening to both you and Jeff play and following along quietly. The warlock in his hands eventually couldnât be helped, humming to life when he started playing a chord at a time by ear. As he played, he kept you repeating the melody over and over, both Eddie and Jeff deep in concentration on the sound. It was getting almost exhausting trying to continually repeat the sound until they got it right.
âD minor.â Eddie said, playing a note.
âThen she does B flat there.â Jeff played.
âA minor.â They said in unison.
âC. And thatâs what Iâm thinking your rhythm guitar can do, meanwhile, Iâll keep the root of the chords for the riff so I can follow her keys.â Eddie said, and he began to perfectly copy your melody. âOkay sweetheart, just one more time⌠and then letâs bring everything together.â
