#the hideout

[oneforthemunny]

take as needed |bouncer!eddie munson x bartender!reader|

prompt: a hectic week at the hideout has you burnt out, fed up, and on the path of destruction. eddie is in your path, and tries to course correct.

contains: minors dni. smut. dom!eddie x sub!reader tones this time. soft!dom!eddie. emotional release spanking. masturbation male. angst, fighting, they're kinda mean to each other but ends in fluff. based off this blurb from a while ago.

"Behind you." Veronica held the beers over you, shimmying through the crowded back area towards her customers at the end of the bar.

It was way too busy for The Hideout- for Hawkins. College was out for the summertime, all the college kids that fled as fast as they could after graduation were dragged back for the summer. Most of them would rather be at some stuffy bar that with their families, and you couldn't blame them, so they found there way here. On a Friday night, slammed and the karaoke machine in full effect from nine til midnight. Thankfully, you got off at ten, only an hour of enduring the screeching off note wails of the drunken patrons.

"Great song choice, man. Super metal." You looked up to see Eddie, all black even in the summer heat, sliding behind the bar, fist bumping the drunk kid who'd belted Welcome to the Jungle complete with the filthy moans into the mic. It had made everyone laugh, hoot and yell out encouragements at him. Everyone but you, it just irritated you.

"Hey there, pretty girl." Eddie muttered, grabbing your waist while he slid past you. "When you get a chance, can you make me a drink, please?"

"I'm super busy right now, Ed." You huffed, fishing a pen out of your back pocket, setting it on the bar for the drunk sorority girl to sign.

"I know, baby," Eddie cooed, ringed hands rubbing down you arms gently. You knew the act was to soothe you, calm you down, but it did nothing to relax you, only pissing you off further. "Whenever you get a chance. 'm on my break. You need any help? Wha'dya need me to do? How can I help?"

"No." You grit, shoving the ice scoop into the clumped, melting ice with a rather hard shove. "Can you just get out from behind here? It's crowded enough, Ed. 'M boiling and you're in my way."

"Easy, ease up." Eddie frowned at you. "Just trying to see if you need any help."

"I'm fine." You slammed the glass down on the counter, Veronica's eyes cutting over towards you carefully. You'd been on edge all night, frustrated and annoyed from the moment you walked in, such a contrast to your usual very sweet and bubbly demeanor. The customers seemed to notice too, seeing as your tips were practically cut in half, even on a busy night.

You tilted the bottle up, not even bother to properly measure the amount of vodka you were dousing into the drink. Veronica raised her brows at Eddie, shaking her head gently. You pressed the lemonade tap before turning to him. "I'll make your drink if I have time."

"I got it." Veronica offered, pulling two glasses out. "What do you want, Ed-"

"-I can make it, Veronica." You sneered, jamming a straw in the drink and adding it to the tab. "Just gimme a goddam second."

"Hey," Eddie's eyes narrowed at you. "What's gotten into you? Take a fucking chill pill and relax."

"I am relaxed." You sneered, slamming the drink on the counter in front of the wide eyed girl. "You are pissing me off."

"Hey, the both of you," Ellen huffed from her place behind you. "Why don't you both go on your fifteen." She suggested. "Cool off, alright?"

Eddie didn't give you a chance to protest, wrapping his arm around your bicep lightly, dragging you back towards the kitchen. You grumbled the whole way, whining about your tips, scuffing your feet along the sticky tile, until Eddie pushed the back door open.

"...and fucking Veronica has been taking all the regulars tonight, and I get all these young fucks who don't tip. Fucking bitch, like, she knows that's not fair-"

"-What is your problem tonight?" Eddie frowned.

You blinked, a scoff leaving your lips. "Me? What's my problem? Are you- are you fucking serious?"

"Yeah. You're being mean tonight. What's going on?" Eddie's jaw clenched, teeth grinding together.

"Oh, fuck you, Eddie. I am not being fucking mean, you're such a-"

"Hey," His ringed hand caught your jaw easily, light but firm. "Enough of whatever you're pissed about, alright? You gotta get yourself together. You're being mean to everyone. Not a good look. Killing the vibe, babe."

Your lips pursed, shoving him off of you. "You're a fucking piece of shit, you know that?" You sneered, reaching for the handle of the door. "I'm killing the vibe- fuck you! I'll kill the vibe if I want to."

Eddie's hand smacked onto the door, shutting it before you opened it completely. "What has got you acting like this?" Eddie demanded. You shoved him again, reaching for the handle. "Hey, stop it. I'm being serious, alright? Did someone mess with you? You're supposed to tell me or Ellen. I'll take care of them you know I will. Won't let them mess with you. Just- Can you tell me what's going on with you. Why are you being so mean tonight?"

"You're so fucking annoying." You huffed. "Nothing it wrong with me. You're just pissing me off."

"Yeah? Well, you're pissin' me off, too." Eddie snapped. You faltered at his biting tone. "Pissing me off, and everybody else off with your horrible little attitude."

"I don't have an attitude." You mumbled.

Eddie scoffed. "Yeah fucking right. You've been awful all night, and honestly, I'm sick of it. So is everyone else, so you better stop it now. Alright?"

It was your turn to scoff, a heavy eye roll accompanied. "Yeah? Or what? Huh? What the fuck are you or anyone else gonna do huh? Send me home? Cut me? Please, be my fucking guest."

Eddie moved, pinning you to the door, hands on yours, closing around them firmly. "If you don't quit acting so bitchy and mean, then I'm gonna treat you mean. Give you a taste of your own medicine." Eddie growled, eyes pointed in a fiery glare that had your knees buckling.

"You got me? Keep this shitty little attitude up, and I'm gonna drag you to the back and give you an attitude adjustment. That what you want?"

Your heart jumped at the threat, tummy flipping and pooling with warmth. "Y-You're not going to-" Your voice shook, Eddie's challenging look cutting you off further.

"No? You sure? You really think I won't? Keep it up." Eddie snarled, letting your hands go. "I'm sure everyone would love to see you get put in your place after how awful you've been tonight."

You let out a shuddering breath, watching him reach for his reds, sifting through the pack, curls falling in front of his face. Eddie turned to you, cigarette around his lips. "What?" He asked, flicking the lighter. "You want one?"

Your nose scrunched, grabbing the door handle and yanking it open furiously. Eddie rolled his neck, inhaling deeply. It was going to be a long night.

Though your attitude subdued through most of the night, enough that at least you weren't so hateful outwardly, not slinging mean comments. Instead, you took to glaring, shooting daggers at Eddie. Thankfully, the bar died down enough for the two of you to go home in time, Ellen giving Eddie a wary look over your head while you wrote your time.

"Fuckin' asshole." You sneered, sifting through the wadded bills, flicking the cash into the drawer.

"What's wrong?" Ellen asked, passing the check to the group of girls across the bar.

"That jackass only tipped a dollar." You grit, tucking the singular bill into your bra. "Six beers and four shots, and he tips a dollar? What a piece of shit."

Ellen's lips pursed. "Well, maybe if you were nicer-"

"-I was nice." You snapped defensively.

Eddie's shoulders tensed at your tone, even from his place by the door he could hear it, much clearer now that the place had started to clear out.

Ellen's brow raised, looking at you then to Eddie. He could feel his face flush, mortified at your attitude. "You know what? It's died down, and you..." Ellen shook her head. "Veronica and I can close up tonight. You can go home early."

You scoffed, dumping the glasses into the tray. "I don't have a ride. I came with Eddie. It's fine, I'll start the-"

"-No, Ed!" Ellen waved him over. "You two go home early, alright? Last calls in an hour, it's dying down. We got it."

Eddie wanted to die, melt into the floor. He felt like he was in grade school again, getting in trouble because someone was talking to him, grouped in with the trouble when he was innocent.

You didn't argue, huffing when you split the tips in the jar, stomping away towards the back. "Ellen, hey, I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with her tonight. I think she's just in a bad mood-"

"-That's an understatement, Munson." Ellen grumbled, eyes rolling. "Did you two fight or something on the way here?"

"No, we didn't-"

"-Because I'm glad you two are together. I think you're real cute, but if it's going to effect your work like this. I'll have to stop scheduling you two together." Ellen gave him a pointed look. "And that's really gonna be a pain in my ass."

Eddie swallowed, hands buzzing, twisting his rings nervously. "No, I get that. It won't- You don't need to do that. I'll get it under control. This was just a one time thing. She's just having a bad day."

Ellen held his gaze, a stern glare that had Eddie's heart picking up, cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I hope so. I'm choosing to believe you because I agree, that," Ellen waved towards the back where you were no doubt sulking. "Is out of character."

Eddie nodded, muttering a sigh filled apology. Ellen waved him off. "Hey just make sure you two are good on Tuesday, alright? We'll start fresh. Have a good weekend."

"You too. And you, Veronica, thank you." Eddie waved, pushing the swinging doors towards the back.

He found you next to the lockers, arms crossed and leaning against the wall, foot tapping in annoyance. "What took you so long?" You snapped.

Eddie flinched, blinking back at you in disbelief. "What?"

"I've been waiting. It took you forever." You huffed. "You usually run out of here and tonight, when I'm already in a bad mood, you take forever? Are you just trying to piss me off?"

"Are you?" Eddie snapped. Your eyes widened, face falling at his tone, furious, annoyed.

"What?" You swallowed.

Eddie shook his head at you, grabbing the lock on his locker, spinning the combination. "You're..." Eddie scoffed lightly.

"What? I'm what?" You clicked your tongue in annoyance.

"You're being a real asshole tonight." Eddie looked over his shoulder at you. "Embarrassing, acting like this. Getting sent home early? How are you not embarrassed?"

Heat filled your chest, heavy and suffocating, different that the bubbling rage from before. "I thought you'd be ready to crawl in a hole after Ellen sent you home." Eddie flung the metal door open, letting it hit the others with a loud clank! that had you flinching.

"Then you get me sent home too, and you've got the fucking audacity to be mean? To talk to me like that?" Eddie glared at you over his shoulder. Your frame shrunk, heart pounding in your ears. It was the most subdued you'd been all night.

"I-I didn't get you sent home-"

"-The fuck you didn't." Eddie scoffed, grabbing his keys, his wallet out of the locker, smacking it shut. "You wanna know what was taking to long? I was talking to Ellen. She was telling me if we can't keep our personal life out of work, we can't work together. I was trying to tell her that we didn't get into a fight, and she didn't believe me."

Eddie took a step towards you, time card in hand. "She couldn't believe you were just mean like that unprovoked." Eddie shoved the card in the clock. "So what? You mad at me? Is that what's going on?"

"No." You muttered, looking down at your beat up sneakers, covered with sticky stains from the night.

"So what then? Care to tell me what's wrong? I mean, shit, we're getting sent home now. Feel like you should let me in on what's goin' on." Eddie threw his hands up, keys rattling between his fingers.

"Nothing's wrong-" You sneered, barely registering the ringed hand that caught your chin. Fingers squeezing your cheek in a firm grasp, pulling your gaze to Eddie's.

His eyes lidded, nostrils flaring down at you. "You better watch it." Eddie gritted. "Keep this shit up, and I'll lock that door and fix that attitude in here."

Your tummy flipped, swallowing thickly around the lump in your throat. Agitation fizzled into arousal at the threat. You cursed yourself for feeling that way.

Eddie's eyes squinted, head tipping towards yours slightly. "That what you want?" He huffed, hand still firm on your cheeks. "You acted like this because you wanted me to be mean to you-"

"-No." You sneered, wiggling in his grasp, scared he could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "That's not why."

"So tell me why." Eddie's hand loosened, eyes still pinning you with his gaze. "Tell me what's goin' on."

Your chest sunk with a heavy guilt. Burnt out from tireless hours of work, cranky from lack of sleep, annoyed that Ellen let Pat off for the week when the place had never been busier. All of it eating away at you throughout the week until you finally snapped.

"I just wanna go home." Your tone was softer than before, still teetering on huffy. "I don't want to be in this place for another second. I'm so sick of being here."

Eddie nodded, tongue sliding over his teeth. Keys clenched in his hand, he stayed silent. The car ride uncomfortable silent, neither of you speaking first, the hum of the radio the only refuge.

"You gonna tell me what's going on?" Eddie broke the silence after nearly an hour. The two of you had gotten back to his trailer, going your separate ways to cool down. He finished a cigarette on the steps, let you do whatever you needed to inside.

He found you by the sink, scrubbing your makeup off. Mascara and eyeliner smeared down your lids, normally, he'd laugh. Squeeze your sides and tell you how metal you looked, silly and playful until you were giggling with him.

Not tonight.

A part of you wished he would have. It would have made you feel better.

That gnawing feeling of uncomfortableness was eating you alive from the inside out. Had your chest feeling tight, skin crawling with irritation. It had only grown worse, now that you were left to reflect on the night- on how you acted.

Eddie moved into the mirror behind you, pulling his shirt off, tossing it in the hamper. You brought the wash cloth back to your face, cleaning the smeared makeup from under your eyes.

Eddie's shoulders slumped. "C'mon." He sighed, softer this time. "What's wrong, baby?" His hands slid over your arms, pressing a small kiss to your shoulder. "Tell me what's goin' on. I know something's wrong."

Your nose burned, pressing the warm washcloth to it. "I don't know." You muttered, opening the mirror, plucking the faded lilac case from the shelf.

"I just... I don't know." Your eyes rounded, locking with Eddie's through the mirror. "I just- I don't know how to describe it. I just feel off?"

Eddie nodded slowly, hands resting on your back gently. "Off, how?" Eddie hummed, arms wrapping around your body, pulling you into him. You didn't fight him, melting into his embrace instead. "Tell me what's wrong, honey. I just want you to feel better."

Your head tilted back to his chest, his arms heavy over your frame. "Just off." You muttered. "I feel like I need to just get everything out. Hit the reset button because I'm just so- so, bleh."

Eddie's lips curled gently, swaying you lightly in his arms. "I just am, like, unsettled. I'm so tired from work, but then I get home and I can't sleep, and then people are so fuckin' rude-"

"-Who's rude to you?" Eddie pressed, frowning behind you.

"Just the kids." You roll your eyes, shoulders tensing. "Snotty college kids. They think they're better than you or something."

"So come get me when they do that." Eddie's chin hooked over your shoulder lightly. "I'll take care of them. Kick 'em out."

"Then we'd have nobody." You shook your head lightly. "It's just- I don't know. I just feel really off." You paused, craning your neck to look at Eddie. "I feel like I need to get it all out."

Eddie stilled. "You-You want me to help you with that?" He knew what you were asking. "You want me to... To spank you?" It wasn't the first time you'd done this, still his cheeks burned at the word.

Your sex life was far from vanilla, teetering on outright debaucherous at times. He was no stranger to being mean to you in the bedroom, just like you weren't to him. Still, when you'd asked him the first time, to give you emotional release in this way, it felt a little odd to him at times. To bring pain to you, even if you asked, when all he wanted to do was smother you with affection.

Still, he'd do anything for you. You knew that, he did too.

It was why he swayed so easily. Your eyes rounding, lashes batting so sweetly up at him. "It really would help me feel better." His heart skipped, a sweet tone he'd been longing for all night. "I really think it would help."

Eddie nodded, hands sliding down your arms again, squeezing your elbows gently. You picked the hairbrush off the counter, handing it to him, taking his free hand and guiding him to the bedroom.

He let you settle over his lap, wiggling until you felt comfortable, a pillow under your face. Eddie twirled the hair brush in his hand, fidgeting while you settled. It was still new. How hard did he hit in this scenario? Did he soothe you? Scold you? Say anything at all? When you were playing, it was easier. In a headspace that came naturally with the moment.

"Ok," You hummed, turning to look at him, cheek pressed to the pillow. "'m ready."

Eddie hesitated. "You- And you're gonna tell me, right? When you want me to stop?"

"Yes." You nodded gently. "Just don't stop until I'm crying."

Eddie's cock throbbed, a roller coaster like drop in his stomach at your words. "Baby, I'm serious-"

"-I am too." You frowned. "Eddie, I promise I will tell you if it's too much, but... just please? Until I'm crying then you can stop."

"O-Ok," Eddie's breath stuttered, hand smoothing over your pantie clad ass, cheeky cotton panties that had his brain trailing off. "I'm gonna, I'm starting."

You settled back into the pillow, Eddie's hand rubbing down your back soothingly. Your free hand snaked up, folding over the middle of your back, fingers wiggling at Eddie's. A sweet gesture that made his heart swell, interlocking his fingers with yours, pinning your hand gently to your back.

The hair brush's smooth wood pressed to your ass, tapping in a warning that had your hips clenching lightly. Eddie hesitated, bringing the hairbrush up, then lower, readjusting his aim, before letting it fall. A soft clap met with a tiny grunt from you.

"You can do harder than that, Ed." You muttered.

"Harder? Are you sure?" Eddie hoped you couldn't feel his heart beating. "I don't wanna hurt you when you're not feeling good, baby."

"You're not hurting me. You're helping me. I swear." You said softly, squeezing his hand gently, reassuringly. "You can do harder than that. I'll let you know if it's too much."

Eddie brought the hairbrush higher, sending it soaring down with a firm smack that had your breath hitching. He waited, your hips squirming in his lap.

"That was good. Just like that, Ed." You whispered, taking a deep breath in through the burn in your nose.

Two identical hits fell to each of your cheeks, a tiny squeak of a cry coming from you. Your grip tightening against his hand with every fall of the hairbrush. Eddie was more confident, fell into a rhythm that felt more comfortable.

Hips wiggling, tiny whimpers and cries coming from you, rotating from cheek to cheek, lower then higher. Eddie brought the hairbrush down, a flick in his wrist that was sharper, stinging against your skin.

A tiny hitch, a sniffle that sounded watery had his ears perking. Eddie paused, feeling the hitch in your chest. "Keep going." You gritted, a white knuckled grip around his hand. "Keep going, Ed. Please."

Eddie brought the hair brush down again, twice, sharp flicks that had you crying out- a real cry, broken and breathy. Unsure, Eddie shushed you sweetly, letting the hair brush fall onto your upturned ass again.

"Shh, it's alright. You're doin' good, sweetheart. Let it out." Eddie rasped, cracking the hairbrush down again. "Doin' good for me."

The next fall of the hairbrush had a cry breaking though your throat, tears springing in your waterline, threatening to fall. The bubble in your chest filling fuller and fuller, close to bursting with the building irritation on your ass.

"You're doin' good. I know you've got to be feeling better." Eddie soothed. "You still good? Need me to stop."

"No," You cried, shaking your head. "K-Keep going, Eddie, please, keep going. D-Do it fast. Fast ones."

Eddie let the hair bursh rain down in quick successions, all over your ass, sharp smacks that had you gritting your teeth in irritation, eyes clenching shut until finally, you felt a wave wash over you. Heavy with emotions, it crashed into you, body shaking in sobs.

Face pressed into the pillow, you cried into the soft cotton, rubbing your face against the pillow case to soothe yourself. Eddie slowed, stopping when your hand loosened in his, body slack and shaking with sobs.

Eddie held you, arms tight around you though it felt like it was more for him. Soft coos and whispers, a hand rubbing down your spine. He hoped you couldn't feel his erection pressing into you. He felt torn, arousal he couldn't help but felt wrong when you were crying. Sobs so deep, stuttering in your chest and rocking your frame.

He hadn't realized how exhausted you were, a pang of guilt ringing through his chest when you started to slump in his arms. Usually, he'd get you calmed down, finish off the night between your legs, to make you feel better or maybe him.

Tonight, he let you settling into the mattress, rolling you onto your side, tucking the pillow under your knees, how you always slept. He wasn't sure how it was comfortable, teased you about it the first time he saw it. "It helps with my back, I swear." You had giggled, hiking a leg up over the pillow and settling into the mattress. Eddie didn't care how you slept, honestly, if it meant you'd sleep next to him.

Settling you under the blankets, Eddie carried the hair brush back into the bathroom, setting it back on the vanity's counter. He pulled the Jergens off the shelf, hand wrapping around his length, relieving himself. Tomorrow, he'd take care of you, spend the day in bed with you if you wanted, hopeful but certain that you'd be better in the morning.

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[emotionaldreamer]

I saw this on Butcher Billy's Instagram earlier of a card he's designed for the pack of Topps cards that are being released today and let me tell you that I screamed.

It says "Alive at the upside down" 👀👀👀

First we get an episode title and now this....I might be reading too much into it but I swtg Eddie will be back in Season 5 with a vengeance.

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[bettyfrommars]

On Your Knees

mechanic!eddie x fem!reader

18+only, jealous!eddie, unprotected sex, bathroom sex, mutual pining

The year is 1991. You work across the street from Eddie's garage, and the two of you have been flirting for months. Neither one of you make a move, though, but when Eddie sees you out on a date at The Hideout with someone else, he realizes he doesn't want to share you.

Word count: 3.8k

Song Inspo: No One Like You/Scorpions and On Your Knees/W.A.S.P.

You’re finishing up dinner on a date with a guy you don’t even like, and you’re bored as hell, when you realize that the restaurant he took you to is only two blocks away from The Hideout. Your heart grows arms and legs and does a cartwheel as you think about Eddie. Eddie Munson, the one who turns wrenches at the gas station/mechanic shop across from the cafe where you’ve been working to pay off your student loans. Eddie, the one who calls you Princess, and you hate it, but he calls you that anyway. Eddie, the one who sat with you and made you laugh when you found out your parents were getting divorced. Eddie, the one who has a secret crush on you, but keeps his distance because he thinks you’re too good for him.

Eddie, the guy who hasn't dated anyone all summer because he compares everyone to you, and they all fall short.

Tonight, you’re with Troy: he just graduated with a business degree and his dad owns half of Hawkins. He has an Andrew McCarthy look about him, but he spent almost the entire evening bragging about all of the hot women he’s dated, and reminding you what a catch he his. Before Troy drives you home, you tell him you want to see some live music at The Hideout, that a friend of yours has a band that plays there once in a while.

“Have you ever been to that place?” Troy asks, a disgusted look on his face. “It’s a dump. We’ll probably get hepatitis just from sitting on the seats.”

There is a guy at the door on a stool with long blonde hair and a handlebar mustache wearing sunglasses at night taking the $1 cover. He doesn’t check your ID’s but he does look you both up and down with a grunt as Troy passes him the cash. A waft of cigarette smoke billows out as you enter, the old wood plank floors squeaking under your feet. On stage at the end of the room is a band covering No One Like You by Scorpions, and you notice right away that none of them are Eddie. It’s not until you realize how disappointed you are that you finally come to terms with the fact that you do, in deed, have a thing for Eddie. It was always a possibility in the back of your mind, but now you’re not sure why you didn’t realize it sooner.

It would be too obvious to turn around and leave now, so you ask Troy to get you each a beer. Eddie told you that there are never many people at The Hideout, and he was right, but the crowd that chose to be there was plenty enthusiastic. You were able to find two stools at a small, round table against the wall that was sticky to the touch. You watch Troy wipe the top of his beer bottle of with the inside of his polo shirt. You’re facing the stage, sipping your beer, enjoying the crowd, pretending to hear whatever college glory story Troy is telling you. You were putting your beer down to clap at the end of the song, but then…

There he is, in the flesh: Eddie Munson.

You see him sitting three tables away, near the middle of the room, and just as you realize it’s him—his eyes connect with yours. You have a sharp intake of breath at how good he looks sitting there in his leather jacket with his long hair all around him. Normally, you see him during work hours and he wears his coveralls and his hair back in a ponytail, which you also find sexy as hell.

Suddenly, you don’t want him to see you here with Troy. You don’t want him to think that this date means anything to you. You put your head down as if the beer bottle can hide you. But when you lift your eyes to sneak a glance at him again, you see he’s still looking at you; his eyes shifting from you to the back of Troy. He lifts his beer bottle in greeting, his eyebrow up, his face unreadable. You’d always known Eddie to be quick to smile—always joking with you and teasing you; trying to find any reason to touch you or talk to you when he came around before work, on his lunch break, and sometimes after work if he saw you closing up. But, in that moment, his face was anything but pleased.

You curse under your breath.

“What was that?” Troy asks, his face cringing at the next song (On Your Knees – W.A.S.P.)

You smile because you have no idea what he just said.

Troy chuckles, picks up your hand, and puts the back of your fingers to his lips to kiss them. You don’t even need to check and see if Eddie saw that, because you know he did. You force yourself to count to ten before you look in his direction again.

But he’s not looking at you this time, he’s talking to one of the two other guys at his table. A sexy waitress wearing daisy duke shorts to show off her long legs and a low cut shirt to show off her goods, was at his table, probably taking their drink order. To your chagrin, the hot waitress moves behind Eddie’s chair and bends over to wrap her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his head. Eddie sat there and let it happen; he looked like he was enjoying himself, one side of his mouth kicking up in one of those playfully devilish grins. In a follow up bold move, the waitress slides around to sit in his lap, her arm around his shoulders, her mouth only inches from his.

You jerk your head away so fast, it’s almost like you got slapped. You pretend to watch the band over Troy’s shoulder, not sure if you could handle it if you had to watch Eddie kiss someone else. Just as you are internally screaming at yourself not to look over again—you do it anyway.

The waitress is on her feet now, but Eddie has his arm hooked around her legs, her ass close to his face. With an adoring smile, she runs her hand down Eddie’s hair, and then gives him a wink before she walks away.

Eddie’s eyes snap to you.

You look down at your beer and choke, but turn it into a cough, and cover your mouth with your hand. The thought occurs to you that he was egging that waitress on to get back at you for being there with Troy. What did Eddie have to be jealous about? He never asked you out on a date or let you know he had any romantic interest in you. Sure, you suspected that the feelings between the two of you were growing, but for all you knew, you were misinterpreting things. You both graduated from different high schools, and Eddie liked to joke that you never would’ve given him the time of day back then. You were the prom queen, and he was The Freak.

“You okay?” Troy asks, putting his hand on your arm. “You ready to get out of this shithole?” But he only mouths the word shithole, as if anyone could hear him over the music.

You swallow hard and give an enthusiastic, albeit fake, “yes! Absolutely,” but first you needed to use the restroom; you’re not sure what is going on in your gut, but it feels like a swarm of butterflies wielding knives.

You stumble a bit getting off your stool, but then collect yourself, faking a confident smile. Troy lets you know that he would meet you outside in the car. Feeling somehow justified to do so after Eddie’s handsy nature with the waitress, you kiss Troy on the cheek as you head to the bathroom with your head down.

Ducking into the narrow hallway that was off to the back of the stage, you exhale a long-held breath, steadying yourself against the wall. The hallway is painted black brick, plastered in stickers, hand-drawn band posters, and graffiti. There is a payphone separating the two bathrooms, and when you pull open the door with the outline of a stick figure in a dress on it, you’re relieved to find that it was a one-person bathroom; gas station style. The bathroom itself is filled with graffiti tags and stickers as well, and there are peoples names etched into the mirror, along with phone numbers and curse words.

You make sure the door is locked, and then start pacing back and forth. “Damn you, Eddie,” you whisper to the emptiness around you.

You brace your hands on the edge of the white porcelain sink, meeting the eyes of your reflection in the mirror; they are positioned right under a very crudely carved broken heart outline. “Get a hold of yourself,” you’re still talking to yourself---Eddie Munson is slowly but surely making you certifiable. Everything is cool, everything is great. You’ll make a beeline for the exit, and you won’t have to see which girl he has on his lap now.

You shake your hands out, sigh heavily, and then unlock the door on an exhale.

As you come out, another woman who had been waiting gives you a dirty look and then goes in behind you. Once she shuts the door, you realize that you’re standing out in the dark hallway with Eddie.

He’s leaning casually against the opposite wall with his arms crossed over his chest, and then he lifts his chin at you once you realize that it’s him, a bored look on his face. “What are you doing here, Princess?”

“Hi Eddie. I have to go now,” you say in a rush as you move to walk by him. In response, he stretches his arm out, takes a big step, and plants his hand flat on the wall next to you, using his body to block your path, his wallet chain hitting the brick with a clack.

There is a dramatic pause as it takes you a few seconds to find the strength to look up at him, and meanwhile you stare at the tattered metal t-shirt under his leather. There is a tightening in your chest: part confusion, part fear, and part deep, primal need that makes your core throb.

When your eyes slowly climb to his, you see that the pupils in his chocolate brown eyes are blown, and his lips are parted.

“What do you want, Eddie?” You ask, trying to read the hard set of his jaw.

He moves closer and lowers his head so that your eyes are now on the muscles of his neck, his heart beat visible.

“Is that your boyfriend?” His voice is a low murmur.

In a strange burst of frustration, you cock your head at him, pulling back to meet his eyes again. “What do you care?”

The woman comes out of the bathroom and give you both a side-eye as she walks by.

You follow suit and duck to the side to move around Eddie, but he is quick to switch positions---stretching his arm out so that the flat of his palm meets the opposite wall with a smack, his metal rings clinking together. The smell of his cologne mixed with leather and tobacco intoxicating you like a drug about to send you on a high to outer space.

Fuck, I can’t let her leave, Eddie thinks to himself, his mind racing, his heart about to explode out of his chest with the massive crush he has on you. For the past couple weeks, he’s been trying to build up the courage to ask you out, but then he would look down at his dirty hands and drive back to his messy trailer and push the thought out of his mind. But, seeing you on a date with someone else, someone other than him, flipped a switch that turned him into a bit of possessive, jealous asshole, and he didn’t like that side of him. It also set off an alarm deep in his gut letting him know that he was already in deep with you, and he hadn’t even kissed you yet.

“Why was he touching you?” He glances up at his hand on the wall, but then flicks his gaze back down to you, lingering on your mouth, expecting an answer.

“Are you in charge of who gets to touch me now?” You rest your shoulder on the wall, returning his eye contact with a defiance that makes him the first to look away.

Eddie’s jaw muscles tighten, his back teeth grinding—he felt like he was losing control. The need for you to be his—to belong to him—tightened like thorns around his heart more and more every day.

“Listen, Eddie,” you soften, remembering that this is the guy who makes you mix tapes and leaves his tip money in the shape of origami animals. “I went on a date with him because he asked me. And I’ve been really...lonely,” you were a bit ashamed to say that last part, but it was true.

Eddie softens too, hearing your voice tremble.

“If it makes you feel any better,” you continue, shrugging your shoulders. “Being with him only made me realize how much I’d rather be with you.”

The look you give him moves him in a way he could not have predicted. In the time it takes for him to exhale the breath held tight in his chest, Eddie cups your face in his hands, and backs you against the far wall, his mouth covering yours, moaning as you slip your tongue between his lips, meeting his desire with equal force.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispers against your mouth.

You grab him by the belt loop and yank him closer. “You can have it, all of it,” you say, breathlessly. You can tell his hands are hovering, not sure if you want him to touch you in other places, and so you reach down and cup between his legs, a bit taken aback at the size of the cock growing in his jeans.

“Holy shit,” you say as you glance down.

“Yeah, sorry,” he says in regards to his size.

“Don’t be sorry,” you assure him. “I want it inside of me.”

Eddie pauses to make eye contact with you, swallowing hard, the need for you tightening in his balls. You both glance at the empty bathroom and simultaneously start to move, shutting and locking the door as soon as you can. The romantic in Eddie can’t help but think that this isn’t the ideal place for a first time with you, but you’re both too horny—too ready. He can feel how ready you are soaking through your panties as he reaches under your dress to stroke you.

Eddie has you against the door of the bathroom, his tongue searching your mouth, moaning, while his fingers rub you on top of your underwear before slipping them aside to stick one finger in.

Your breath catches, and Eddie groans at your resistance, at how tight you are.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he mumbles against your mouth. “I want to taste you.”

He drops to his knees, taking your underwear with him as you hold your dress up at your waist. He takes one more look up at you, still not believing this is really happening. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he gushes, just as his mouth buries into your folds, his tongue dipping down to fuck your hole. You put your hand to his hair and cling to it. He brings one finger up inside of you again, finding a little less resistance, as he sucks and flicks his tongue on your nub.

“Oh my god...Eddie...just like that…”

You hear people out in the hallway, but one uses the payphone and another one goes into the men’s restroom. You can feel Eddie’s hand with the chunky rings resting on your thigh, and you reach your hand down to intertwine fingers with his as he ventures to sink a second finger inside of you. You cry out a little, and his eyes snap up to look at you, but then he realizes it was a cry of pleasure as your opening spreads open for him, swelling to meet his needs.

Your leg starts to tremble; you release his hand to pull down the front of your dress and cup your breast, plucking at your nipple.

“Baby..I think I’m about to….oh fuck…”

Eddie takes your core into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue at a rapid speed, filling you with two fingers as your arousal drips down your inner thighs.

“Wait...wait….” you stop him, and reluctantly he tilts his face back to look at you; his mouth and chin glistening with your juices. You grab his chin. “I want to cum with you inside me.”

Eddie’s cock jerks in his jeans at that suggestion, even though he intended to make this all about you.

“Please, baby,” you plead with him, still holding him by the chin, and then he rises to his full height and prepares to wipe his mouth off with the back of his hand before he kisses you, but you stop him.

“I want to taste me on you,” you tell him, as your mouths collide again, murmuring about your mutual need for each other. Eddie feels like the tip of his cock is about to blow off with how turned on he is by you.

Eddie turns you around, reaching around to play with your clit as he does so, your head tilting back to kiss him. You press your cheek against the door and pull your skirt up, your underwear still around your knees, arching your lower back so that your ass lifts up to him.

He spanks you with the flat of his hand, and then rubs it; he opens you up with his thumbs to look at your perfect asshole. He runs a finger from your swollen lips to your backdoor, watching you shiver at the sensation.

He undoes his belt and drops his black jeans and boxers just enough, clutching his throbbing hard cock. You look behind you at the weapon in his hand and start to rock your hips back, begging for it.

Eddie squeezes some precum to the tip and then rubs it along your soft, soaking hole, feeling it grip him and suck him in. Your tight entrance makes him shiver as he clutches your ass with a grunt, his rings slightly pinching your skin. He thrusts it in half way and you toss your head back.

“Oh my god, fuck fuck, oh my goddddd….” you can feel the orgasm mounting again, unfurling like a band of firecrackers at the base of your spine.

Someone knocks on the bathroom door.

“Out of Order!” Eddie growls back at them.

His hips are rocking now, sending his cock deeper and deeper inside of you, “holy fuck, you feel so good,” he groans with a curse, moving faster now, watching your juices soak his cock.

A few more thrusts and you are bracing yourself against the door, muttering about how good it feels, pushing your ass back into him so that he can bottom out inside of you, cursing and groaning as he does so.

“That’s it,” he tells you, your skin meeting with a satisfying slapping sound. “That’s my good girl.”

You reach down and rub your clit as you reach the brink, your body vibrating, the heavy beat of the music thudding in your chest.

“Eddie...Eddie baby...I’m...I’m…” And then you go momentarily limp and he holds your hips as you stupify for a moment, seeing white behind your eyelids, soaking his cock with your cum, mumbling, as a whip inside of you snaps.

Eddie’s orgasm isn’t far behind, he hisses at the way your walls grip him as you cum, hearing your whimpers of pleasure.

His hips start to pump at twice the pace, pouring into you, his wallet chain slapping his jeans. “Fuck, I’m about to...where do you want me to…”

“Inside of me, oh god, inside of me….”

A few more thrusts and he starts to explode, sending his seed deep inside of you, kneading the skin on your ass as his pelvis curves against you. He trembles as he gushes, his hand traveling up to cup the back of your neck.

Heaving deep breaths, he pulls you back against him, kissing your neck, fondling your breast, his cock not ready to leave the tight grip you have on him. “My cum is so deep inside of you, you belong to me now.”

You turn your head to look up into his eyes and he kisses your mouth and then your nose, holding you there.

Someone bangs on the door again, and this time they rattle the handle.

You both share muffled laughs as you quickly pull yourselves together.

“Sorry, toilet was broken,” you yell, checking your face in the mirror.

When you’re both ready, Eddie reaches back to take your hand in his before he unlocks the door.

On the other side of the door is Troy. He’s frowning, and then his face drops, his mouth going agape as he sees the state of you two and his brain scrambles to register what he is looking at.

“What the hell is going on?” He barks at you, incredulous. You find it amusing that Troy was worried about catching germs from merely sitting on the seats, and here you are getting raw-dogged in one of the bathrooms.

Eddie keeps a firm grip on your hand, pulling you closer to him, as he checks Troy in the shoulder on his way out. “She’s with me now,” Eddie tells him. “Don’t ever touch her again.”

You shrug your shoulders at Troy, and give him an ‘oops’ face as you follow Eddie’s lead back to his van, back to more debauchery.

#eddiemunson #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #eddie munson oneshot #the hideout #fem reader

[emsgoodthinkin]

Poly!Steddie headcanon

You and Steve go to the hideout to watch your baby, Eddie shred all night

Steves been gripping your thigh under the table for the same reason that’s got your thighs clenching and your nails digging into his hand

Watching Eddie in his sweaty mesh top, air humping, with his guitar

There’s no breaks given for the band, so that’s why you end up on-top of the bathroom sink, Steve plowing into you; telling each other how sexy Ed was on stage 🫠

Reblogs appreciated:>

#poly!steddie #steddie headcanon #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie x reader smut #stranger things #the hideout #corroded coffin #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie x gn!reader #steddie x fem!reader #steddie x male!reader #joseph quinn #joe keery

[nofatclips]

Hair Sticks by Tenci, live at The Hideout, Chicago (2019)

#music #live #live music #tenci #jess shoman #tina scarpello #jack schemenauer #curt oren #video #concert #the hideout #john tereick #ryan deffet #Vimeo

[5uwabbit]

⚠️ Scary

The Hideout- ft. Kellyn & Isaac

Actually, I don't have a plot. I wanted to draw them being cute but I ended up with a 4 page comic instead somehow

#pokemon ranger #shadows of almia #kellyn #The Hideout #isaac

[ryan-waddell11]

HE’S A GOD DAMN ROCKSTAR

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things vol 1 #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things 4 #netflix #the hellfire club #joe quinn #eddie deserves better #actual love of my life #eddie munson graduated #stranger things vol 2 #loml energy #i’m looking respectfully #corroded coffin #the hideout #please bring my boy back #he’s a rockstar #he’s an angel #the best dungeon master #master of puppets #metallica #my favorite boy #my favorite metal head #go little rockstar

[storiesbyrhi]

Do you think that ST writers meant to have Eddie say Corroded Coffin play at The Hideaway, but just forgot the name of the bar and instead wrote The Hideout?

Literally no other mention or reference to The Hideout is made throughout the entire series.

#Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #The Hideaway #The Hideout #Corroded Coffin #Stranger Things Errors #Rhi Talks

[shybunnie20]

From Bar to Billboard - Oct. 13

Eddie is catapulted into the world of music, fame, and temptation as he pursues the opportunity of a lifetime. However, he underestimates the cost of stardom and subsequently pays the price.

★From Bar to Billboard ★My Masterlist

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things 4 #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #rockstar!eddie x fem!reader #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie munson hurt/comfort #eddit munson imagine #st4 #st4 eddie munson #eddie munson fandom #the hideout #corroded coffin #eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie the banished #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fan fiction

[steddie-thirst]

She's All That | Eddie Munson x (Higgins) Fem!Reader |BLURB

Summary: Eddie never knew he could fall in love so hard and so fast. You were off limits to him by societies standards, but that didn't stop him.

Warnings: cursing, sexual rendezvous, alcohol, drugs, smoking, fighting, bullying, shaming, and social statuses.

"Eddie." Principal Higgins addresses the student followed by a sigh. "This is your third year in a row being a senior." He leans back into the plush black leather of the office chair and stares down the boy seated across from him, down the bridge of his nose and out the window of his glasses. "And while we are half-way through the year your grades have been no better than mediocre. Care to explain?"

Eddie licks his lips, shifting under the harsh gaze, partially due to the hard wood of the chair he was seated in. One hand rested on his thigh and the other cradling the side of his face, elbow propped on his knee. Fingers splayed out against his cheek as he chuckled, "Shit - I don't know." He shrugs. "Maybe it's the lack of communication between me and the teachers. Or its the fact that if I do try they fail me anyway."

Higgins scoffs, "Really? It's not your fault?"

Eddie rolls his eyes and changes positions in the small wooden chair. Arms flailing until they're draped across the back, elbows bent and arms hanging limply by his chest. "Nope." He replies bluntly.

"Listen, Eddie." Principal Higgins leans forward. "If you fail again this year, I will have no choice but to un-enroll you permanently. The school system will not let delinquents like you ruin this school's polished record."

"Figures." Eddie comments with a roll of his eyes.

A hand comes down on the desk harshly making the boy jump. "Munson, I need you to get it in gear and make an effort to raise both your G.P.A and grades to no lower than a C. Understood?"

Eddie nodded. "Yes, Sir." He gulps down his pride as his eyes stare him down. "C-Can I go now? I'm gonna be late for first period."

"Yes, you may go." Higgins releases Eddie from his office and the metalhead scurries out the door quickly in a flash of black, white, and blue.

He looks over his shoulder in fear the man might change his mind and follow him out into the hallway. Yet, when he checked there no one was hot on his tail. A feeling relief washes over him completely and slows down as he exits the doorway. However, in doing so Eddie collides his body with another's knocking the other person down to the floor. Books and papers scatter in every which way across the floor. "Shit." The metalhead curses.

Eddie's eyes trail down to the fallen figure and when he kneels down to scoop up the first group of papers he freezes. Brown irises meet yours and everything clicks. You two stay like that for a minute. Maybe hours. What is time when you are to star struck by big, beautiful, brown eyes. "Fuck, sorry." He interrupts the silent staring to help gather the rest of your scattered items, promptly handing them back.

"That's okay. I was in a hurry." You dismiss his apology and reach for a particularly far sheet of paper. An accidental cliché how your own fingers brush against his own cheeks turning red. Eddie locks eyes once more and he smiled, "I-I'm Belle."

"Eddie - Munson, Eddie Munson." He stammered eyes glancing down at your hands still touching. He pulls his own hand back as if he had gotten burned. You smile looking up at him as he hands you the last paper grinning. "I'll uh - I'll see you around?" He asks.

You pull all your books off the ground and hook them into your side tucked beneath your arm. "Yeah, I guess. Maybe I'll join you at lunch." You offer to him and he nods, whole face lighting up with amusement. "Save me a seat, Eds?" As you tell him you walk off down the hallway a slight sway to your hips.

He smiles unable to wipe the smug grin off his face after that encounter. Eddie couldn't believe what just happened between him and a girl no less.

That day at lunch as Gareth, Kevin, and Jeff sat down at their usual lunch table they noticed the look of - Joy, dare they say - amongst Eddie's face replaced over his usual tough stare.

Gareth decides to take a shot first, "Uhmm. Eddie, what is exactly wrong with your face?"

"This boys, is love. Pure unbridled and totally innocent." The man waves his hands at the wrist and Jeff cannot help but snicker.

"You, the Eddie the freak Munson are in love?" Jeff scoffs reaching for his can of soda and cracking the tab open.

Gareth nodded in agreement sparing a glance at Kevin who leaned closer to Eddie, "Seriously, dude?"

He smiles dimples shining through as he speaks. "Yeah really. She's amazing. Definitely the one."

#eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #x reader #stranger things x fem!reader #the hideout #corroded coffin #eddie in love #gareth emerson #jeff #kevin #x fem!reader

[trashmouth-richie]

TWIN FLAMES: 8 🔥

Summary: readers parents are made aware of the things that happened when they were gone.

<w.c> 4.9k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: MINORS: DNI ,mentions of abuse, female masturbation, mentions of smut.

A/N: I’m so excited, this is a real turning point in this series, and it only goes up from here.

Feedback is loved and appreciated ☄️

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“Call me later after you talk to your parents today, okay? We go on at 9 o’clock tonight but usually we are there setting up by 7 and I’m off work at 5:30.” Eddie explains to you as you start your car in the early morning hours.

When you woke up this morning, Eddie couldn’t have looked more sexy if he tried. His hair, always a mess, his lips slack with a slight snore escaping them. You didn’t want to get up and face the reality of the day. Wishing you could stay lost forever in Eddie’s arms you buried yourself deeper into his side, ignoring his alarms as long as you could.

Shutting the car door you say, “I’m going to miss you so much today it’s not fair,” you whine, throwing out your lower lip.

Eddie leans into your car window, “I’ll make up for it tonight when I see you after the show.” He snakes his tongue against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your neck and to your core. “Now, give me a kiss so I have something to think about all day.”

You slip your tongue against his lips and deepen the kiss, biting his lip you hear him groan. “Such a tease,” Eddie moans against your lips, pulling back and running his thumb over your bottom lip he says, “drive safe, sweetheart love you.”

“Love you more.”

The further you drive away from Eddie, heading back home, the lonelier you feel. The panic you have kept tucked deep down about telling your parents about Steve.. and Eddie, is starting to creep out of your mind, riddling your body with anxiety. What would they say? You tried to put a brave face on for Eddie and tell him everything would be okay, but you weren’t 100% sure.

Pulling into your driveway, memories of the last three days filled with Eddie flood your mind. How would you be able to make it through today without seeing his perfect face, hearing his infectious laugh, or feeling him hold you close? It would be damn near impossible.

The house is lonely, empty without Eddie here. You don’t have much time to dwell as the front door swings open and in walks your mom and dad.

“Y/N! we’re home!” Your dad sings through the front door holding the suitcases and balancing his keys, your mother entering in behind him. “How is our favorite girl? Did you miss us?”

You hug both your mom and dad at once. You had missed them, so many horrible but also incredible things had happened since you had last seen them, the few days that they were gone felt like months. Stepping back, your mother notices your abused face first. “Y/N! What happened?! She shrieked. “Dan! L-look at her face!” She says motioning for your dad.

Your mother is in hysterics at this point as she’s rushing you onto a couch in the living room sitting beside you and assessing you all over. “Mom I’m okay,” she’s crying and begging your dad to call the cops, “Mom! I’m fine. I will tell you everything, just take a breath! Please!” You ordered.

Her mascara is running and she’s grabbing for tissues as she takes a deep breath and ushers your dad to sit down beside you. You stand up, finding it easier to tell this story without them breathing down your neck.

“Okay first things first, I need you to promise not to be upset with me no matter what I— ”

“Y/N just tell us what is going on!” Your dad shouts, a look of worry staining his face.

“Just promise me?” You plead, “okay?! Please!” Tears stinging your eyes, wanting their approval so desperately.

“Yes yes sure now what is going on?!” your mom blubbers out.

Twiddling the hem of your shirt you start to explain, “Okay, well this all started because, I- I broke up with Steve on Saturday and before you start yelling and screaming just let me explain why. My entire life has been wrapped around Steve. From as far back as I can remember, you two have been shoving Steve at me, and I loved him. I really did, but I don’t want the same things that Steve does. Dad, I’m sorry but I don’t want to go to Harvard. I would rather travel and live my own life besides one that you two chose for me.

“Besides that. I met someone. And I really really like him and I want you to meet him, and I know that you will like— ”

“Stop right there,” your mom declared tears no longer falling from her eyes, but a look of sheer disgust. “You broke up with Steve?! Why?? Y/N! We just got your senior pictures done! Mary and I have already put a deposit down on a house for you two for next year in Cambridge, and and you just broke up with him without even asking me?!”

You’re flabbergasted, is your own mother really insinuating that you needed her permission to break up with someone? You look at your dad who looks stunned. You’ve never disappointed them before, never even been in trouble with them. You have always been following their exact plan to the perfect degree. The perfect daughter, the perfect daughter’s marriage, the perfect daughter's husband, the perfect daughter this, that forever and always, never stepping a toe out of line. You couldn’t stop the fury and tears flowing from your eyes.

“Since when did my happiness not matter, mom! Why would I need to ask your permission to end my relationship?! Sorry for your loss mother, but when I was hanging out with my new boyfriend, Steve came here and did this to me!“ you say, motioning to your face. “He has gone off the deep end, he’s doing drugs and hanging out with some really shady people, he broke a glass bottle across my face, called me a whore and beat up my boyfriend! I know I broke up with him and more than likely started his downward spiral, but Steve is not who he used to be, he has changed and not for the better. Oh and I saw Mary at the grocery store yesterday, she called me a tramp and I told her about Steve doing this shit to me so I guess we won’t be on their Christmas card this year!”

Your mother stands and points a finger at you, “You’re ruining this family, you’re ruining your entire future and for what? A boy you just met?! You’ve known Steve your whole life! And you’re just going to throw him away because you have a sudden change of heart? Your father and I work hard everyday to make sure you have more than what you need to live a very comfortable life! Now you’re ditching that for some boy? No. Not you! Not my daughter!” Your mother shouts.

“Y/N honey please, just relax.” Your dad says running a hand through his hair, “Rose, for the love of God, stop this bullshit. This is our daughter! Look what that little shit did to her! I don’t give a damn about the deposit in Cambridge or Mary’s feelings. Y/N is eighteen and is more than capable of making her own decisions. If she doesn’t want to go to Harvard, so be it, she doesn’t have to date Steve Harrington to grow up and be a good person! She could move out if she wanted to and probably will if we don’t support her emotionally. So drop it. Now.” your dad says sternly.

“Dan! She is ruining her life! I’m sure the Harrington’s want nothing to do with us now!” Your mother says blowing her nose and laying her head on the couch as if she was about to faint. You never once thought your own mother would side against you and definitely didn’t think she was one for theatrics. “And what about the country club, the wine club, book cl—”

“None of that, not one single part, pertains to Y/N, Rose. Why don’t you go upstairs and lie down, we had a long flight.”

Your mother stalks off up the stairs, sniffling and wiping her eyes as she goes.

“Dad, look I’m really sorry—”

“Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry for making you feel trapped in a relationship and like you couldn’t leave it because of me. I will be calling Tony about his son and his actions. I’m just dumbfounded that Steve would stoop so low. He clearly needs help.”

You're biting your nails now as you talk to your dad one on one. “Are you disappointed that I don’t want to go to Harvard?” You quip.

He takes a deep breath and lowers his gaze to his hands, “Would I have loved for you to go to Harvard? Of course I would have, but if you’re not happy, what good does that do? Your mother will come around. She's just upset about her relationship with Mary and Tony.”

You nod your head and sit on the couch beside your dad, turning to him slightly. A small smile forms on your face as he asks, “so tell me about your new boyfriend.”

Eddie’s chocolate brown eyes flash across your brain like a pair of Christmas ornaments on a tree decorated only for you. “He’s from Hawkins, and works at Jimmy’s Garage during the summer and on the weekends during the school year. He’s in a band, which is playing tonight if you want to go with me so you can meet him. He’s super nice, and I think you’ll really like him. He’s nothing like Steve, so just try not to judge his appearance, he makes me really happy and he adores me, I’m sure mom won’t approve because he’s not Steve but I hope she comes around.”

“Did you know Tony and I were in a band once? It’s actually how I met your mom.” Your dad remarked. “I think sometimes your mom forgets where we came from to get to where we are now.” He says looking around your living room. “What time is the show? And as for not judging, maybe I should have been more judging of Steve then you wouldn’t have had this happen to you. Drugs are not an excuse in my book.”

You explain the details of Corroded Coffin’s show to your dad and he heads into his study, agreeing to drive separately since you’ll be meeting Carrie there. You decide to go and take a nap, the show wasn’t for hours and you were tired from all the crying and fighting over the last few days. Laying on your pillow you could still smell the faint notes of Eddie’s cologne against your sheets.

***

A knock on your door lightly drags you out of your sleep. “Come in,” you say sleepily, looking at your alarm clock you see that you have slept through lunch and it’s nearing 4 o’clock. Your mother opens your door and pushes her way through with a tray of food.

“Thought we could have an indoor picnic like we used to when you got sick as a little girl” she says, sitting on the far end of your bed. She had cut strawberries and apples, sandwiches one with the crust cut off, and pudding cups.

She places one of each on a plate and slides it towards you. “Y/N, I wanted to apologize for my behavior, I am embarrassed at how I reacted to you and Steve breaking up. I should have been paying attention to how you were feeling towards everything instead I just kept pushing more and more onto you, never once asking if you liked what was going on. For that I am truly sorry.

“As a mother, you always want to see your child happy and give them the world, but sometimes the horse blinders get in the way and you can only see the destination, not the journey that leads you there. I am so upset that Steve hurt you. I don’t care about the situation or why it happened, the fact is that it did happen. Are you okay? Should we take you to the doctor for your eye? And what about your boyfriend? Is he okay?”

Your eyes are heavy with exhaustion and you finally feel like you can let loose the water gates of your emotions.

“I am okay, I was just really really scared, I slapped him after he said some horrible things and the next thing I knew I was on the ground bleeding,” you cry out, “I was worried that Steve was going to kill us, mom he was terrifying. I’ve never seen anyone act like that before, my eye doesn’t hurt, it just looks disgusting. There was a lot of glass embedded in my face but it’s out now,” you say with a small laugh, “and Eddie? he is okay too, his nose is broken but it got put back in place so I think he’ll be okay.”

You let the tears flow as your mom reaches out and hugs you tight, “I’m so sorry that happened to you both. I talked to Mary and she’s denying anything ever happened, she said your new boyfriend hit you and then paid someone to hit him to look like Steve did it… I guess she’s more delusional than I thought she was. I hung up after that and I couldn't take her babbling along anymore.”

You can’t help but laugh at how absolutely ridiculous this has gotten. It felt good to let your parents know what was happening while they were away.

“Oh and honey, your dad told me about the concert tonight, but I’m gonna stay home—but I want to meet your boyfriend soon, let’s plan on having him for dinner on Friday night okay?” Your mother hugs you tightly again for one more squeeze and releases you.

You both finish your little picnic and you jump in the shower to get ready for Eddie’s concert tonight. You’ve never been to a concert before and have no idea what you would actually wear to one. The idea of seeing Eddie up on stage has you every bit—hot and bothered. You had never seen Eddie play, the only thing close to it was the night you both took a bath after the best sex of your life when he played guitar across your arm and your stomach. Would he have groupies? Would they try to climb onto stage to get to him? To kiss your boyfriend?

The shower was supposed to help cool you down so you could actually get ready for the concert instead of fantasizing about Eddie hands. But it has only made it worse. The warm water marinating onto your skin like a warm blanket, hitting your perked up nipples.

You slide a hand between your legs and think of Eddie’s hands, the way his rings felt the night you met, biting at your hot flesh. The way they teased your nipples, pulling and twisting. The feel of them all over your body, holding you up while he fucked you at the garage. The gentleness to them when he washed your body in the tub… your fingers are moving faster, circling against your clit, you are squeezing your tits and moaning quietly to yourself as you think of Eddie’s tongue against your body, hot and electrifying. The way it expertly snaps around your pussy, soaking it—- your release has your back arching, having to throw an arm out to catch yourself before you come crashing down literally and emotionally against the shower wall.

Well that was a first.

***

You settle on jeans and converse and a black tank top and borrow a leather jacket that your mom had from an old costume when her and your dad went bikers two Halloweens ago.

It’s 5:45 when you finish getting ready and you decide to call Eddie.

“Hello?” A gruff voice only to be recognized as Wayne’s barks through the receiver.

“Hey Wayne, it’s Y/N, how are you doing?” You smile widely.

“Ohh Y/N! Called to talk to me huh, well I am doing just fine, about ready to eat some grub here before going into work tonig— no she didn’t ask for you, she’s talking to me— fine, it was nice talking to you Y/N, have fun at the show tonight!”

“Sorry sweetheart, apparently Wayne thinks you called to talk to—no I made the cupcakes!”

You could listen to them banter back and forth all day, it truly was hilarious but also heart warming.

“Goddamn, sorry baby, how are you? I’ve missed you so much today!” Eddie said. You could hear him walking around the trailer, presumably to his room.

“I’m good just missing you, how was work?” you ask, you would save the details of you having to touch yourself for later.

Eddie explains that he got the drive shaft fixed on Wayne’s pickup and it was up and running again, one of his side projects was almost finished and how Jake was so hungover from last night he put the wrong oil in Principal Higgins’ car and had to drain it completely, and do it all over again. He is giggling like a little kid.

“Christ I missed you baby, I can’t wait to see you tonight, you’re still coming right?” He asks all too quickly.

“Of course, I am bringing a guest with me. I hope that’s okay?” you say shyly.

“Yeah, whatever makes you happy, who is it, a girl for Jeff?”

“It’s my dad, I talked to my parents today about you and he really wants to meet you so I invited him to your gig tonight,” you retorted, “I think it kinda brought up some nostalgia for him. He was telling me that he used to be in a band which is weird because he’s never mentioned before in my entire life.”

Silence

“Eddie?”

“Y-your dad wants to m-meet me, TONIGHT?!” Eddie shrieks in shock, “sweetheart I’ve never met anyone's parents before, not even Gareth’s!”

“Eddie, baby it’ll be okay, I promise! He was super cool about it. I told them everything about what happened with Steve and they both just wanted to make sure you were okay!” you say reassuringly, “I wouldn’t put you in a shitty situation, I swear.”

You can hear Eddie’s ragged breath on the other end of the line, breathing in and out with a loud sigh, “I’d do anything for you sweetheart, even this, even though I’m scared shitless and will more than likely puke on stage into the microphone— I’d do it for you to see you smile.”

“ oh Eddie , I'm so excited to see you on stage! What time do you want us there?!”

****

After deciding what time to be there and where it’s actually located, you pull up to The Hideout a little after 7:30. Your dad followed behind you to Hawkins in his own car promising to give you and Eddie some time to hangout after their set was over.

You park your car towards the back of the dirt parking lot and your dad parks next to you. Walking in with your dad to a bar to see your boyfriend play with his band is something you never thought you would do in your wildest dreams. You can hardly contain your excitement. You felt empty without Eddie around you and couldn’t wait to jump into his arms, after your dad had left for the night of course.

Walking up to the front doors you finally got to take in The Hideout for all it was worth. Black painted brick on the outside with a big heavy metal door. Neon lights pointing with an arrow signaling that there was live music stood on the roof, only the ‘V’ wasn’t lighting up. You throw open the doors and the smell of cheap beer, and cigarettes fills your nasal passages. Your dad tried to fit in the best he could, he wore jeans and a flannel he had found in the garage in a box labeled to give away. Heads turn as the pair of you walk in, the amount of hair in this bar is impressive, either beards down to belly buttons or hair down past the shoulders, either way it could make Cousin It jealous. Your dad ushers you both over to the bar, him ordering a beer and ordering you a Shirley temple. The counter is sticky and full of napkins, the bartender is a large man with a beer belly and a long beard that’s braided.

“I haven’t been in a bar like this in almost twenty years,” your dad says, shouting over the jukebox, “ they all smell exactly the same,” he says with a laugh.

You smile widely and crane your neck looking for Eddie. You spot Jeff on stage tuning his guitar and look to the left and finally see Eddie, and you swear it’s like the first time you had laid eyes on him. He’s tuning the guitar you saw in his room, he’s wearing his leather jacket, black jeans, boots and a bandana tied around his head. Gareth whispers to him and Eddie lets out a loud laugh smiling from ear to ear.

“That’s him,” you point out to your dad, “Eddie!” you call waving a hand above your head. Eddie sees you and his face immediately lights up. He jumps down from the stage and jaunts over to you and your dad. You refrain from jumping in Eddie’s arms and kissing him all over his face and neck, your core throbbing at just the sight of him.

“Eddie, this is my dad, Dan,” you introduce him, “dad, this is my boyfriend, Eddie.” Your dad shakes Eddie’s hand and beams at him.

“So you’re the guy who protected my daughter against that asshat Steve?” your dad asked.

“Uh, yes sir, I’m sorry I didn’t do a very good job though, she still got hurt.” Eddie says, lowering his head like a kicked dog.

“From what Y/N said he was pretty unhinged and came out of nowhere, thank you for saving her. Who knows what would have happened if you weren’t there.” Your dad slaps Eddie on the shoulder, “now, was that a Warlock I saw you tuning up there?”

Eddie’s eyes sparkle with the special interest your dad has taken in him. You watch in awe as Eddie and your dad go back and forth discussing different types of guitars and how even though “Free Bird” was a favorite from Lynyrd Skynyrd, Eddie and your dad agreed that “Gimme Three Steps” was better. You had never heard your dad talk about these things before, he was usually strictly business and when he talked to Steve it was always about law school.

Gareth and Jeff and the 4th Corroded Coffin member, Big D, wave to Eddie to signal that they’re about to start. Eddie shakes your dad's hand and gives you a hug telling you he would find you after the show. You whisper quickly into his ear about how you had to “release some tension” before you came to the bar. Eddie’s throat bobs as he swallows and his eyes go dark.

“Behave,” he whispers darkly into your ear. You let out a giggle and he adjusts his pants walking back to the stage.

You and your dad sit at a black table closest to the stage, Gareth gets your attention and points to a curly haired girl standing by the door wearing a pink sweater, “that’s her!” He mouths to you. You get up from the table and walk straight to Carrie, she looks extremely nervous and is shifting her eyes back and forth between the greasy haired men littering the tables, throwing peanut shells everywhere.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, Eddie’s girlfriend, you’re gonna hangout with me at the table nearest the boys away from these creeps.” you say, eyeing the tables around you. Carrie softens her eyes and smiles quickly as you take her hand and guide her towards the table one away from your dad.

Eddie jumps up on stage and leans into the mic, “thank you everyone for showing up tonight, we are Corroded Coffin! We do cover songs and sometimes our own songs depending on the week. Holler out a request and we will try our best.”

Gareth starts the beginning of For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica and Eddie and Jeff start riffing on their guitars. Eddie looks like sex on a stick as he starts to sing, you didn’t think you could possibly be more attracted to a single person in your whole life. The way his fingers are moving on the guitar makes your clit throb, and with each throb comes a tingle of your nipples, aching, begging to be touched. As he sings he winks at you and you practically feel your panties get wet with greed.

“Wow, they’re really good!” Carrie says, practically drooling over Gareth, “Gareth looks so cute, look how hard he’s concentrating!”

The bar is whooping and hollering along to the song. Eddie’s voice is so sexy, so unbelievably sexy, it’s only the first damn song and your panties are already dripping wet. All you wanted to do was run up on stage and kiss him, everywhere. You wanted to feel Eddie’s arms wrap around you, feel his lips on every square inch of your body, feel the familiar cold sting of his rings on your hot skin. Thank God your dad drove separately because you won’t be able to contain yourself after they’re done playing tonight.

The song ends and Carrie claps and cheers Gareth’s name, he looks over at her and winks. The look in her eyes is pure lust. “He really likes you,” you say nodding to Gareth.

“He does!?” Carrie asks confused, “I thought he wouldn’t be into me because I’m not.. usually into this type of music.”

“Well last night he was pretty drunk and he told me all about how he adores you,” you say, watching as Carrie starts beaming from ear to ear.

The boys keep playing and the crowd gets rowdier and rowdier, shouting out requests. Spilt beer and cigarette butts litter the floor. After about 10 songs, Eddie’s hair is drenched with sweat and his jacket and shirt are tossed across the stage behind Gareth.

Eddie takes a minute to catch his breath, he grabs the mic stand and lets out a sigh, “Alright this last one we’ve only played a few times but it’s one of my favorites,”

Eddie cranks out the beginning notes of “Gimme Three Steps”, you look over at your dad who is grinning like a possum eating shit. He’s banging his head along to the beat as Eddie starts singing,

“I was cutting the rug at a place called the Jug with a girl named Linda Lou,

when in walked a man, with a gun in his hand and he was looking for you know who.

He said ‘hey there fella with the hair colored yellow

Whatcha tryin to prove?’

cause that’s my woman there and I’m a man who cares and this just might be all for you’

I said, ’excuse me”

The whole bar is up singing along with Eddie now including your dad. Seeing Eddie in his element doing something he loved was so hypnotic. Like you were in a trance and you only saw him, no one else was in the bar but the two of you. Every movement of his hands on the guitar was like him tugging on your heartstrings. Begging for your love, needing your love with every cell of your bodies.

The song finishes and the bar is cheering loudly for Eddie and the boys of Corroded Coffin. Your dad is whistling and shouting loudly, clapping his hands and pointing to Eddie like they were on a basketball team together. Big D slams his guitar into the stage floor shattering it into pieces, Gareth jumps off stage and swoops Carrie into a back bending kiss, her hair touching the floor. Eddie beams into the mic, “Thank you Hawkins! I’m Eddie Munson and we are Corroded Coffin!”

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Y/N’s Dad (Dan) ‘s POV

Munson

It couldn’t be.

There is no way in hell that God’s timing or any sort of Satan’s tricks would do this to my daughter. There’s no way, absolutely no way.

Munson

I haven’t heard that name in years, eleven to be exact. I knew that the boy still lived in Hawkins, but how the hell could Y/N be associated with him? The rumors about his dad were true, he was a murdering piece of shit, getting his own son thrown in juvy for refusing to take full responsibility for his crimes. How do I know this?

Because I’m the one who put him in prison.

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I noticed in my rewatch of Stranger Things that there was a bar called the Hideaway in season one, and then in season 4, there is the Hideout. I think in season one, two guys owned the Hideaway, and they were together, but then they broke up. One guy decided to open his own bar called the Hideout, and now they're rivals. There. Fixed it.

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How did I ever miss this!? There’s literally a The Hideout bar and club here where I live. I’m gonna go look for Eddie right now.🏃🏻‍♀️💨

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Eddie on stage last Tuesday at The Hideout under red lighting. They sounded so good and it was a fun shoot. The man was in such a goofy happy mood on stage that night. The light had switched from white to red quickly and I got a shot of both but this is the one I am posting. The other I had framed and it is now with @emthebanished as it’s one of my favorite shots from that night. I am so glad I got the Corroded Coffin banner that was hanging in the background in the shot too. Always a great time with those guys and Eds 🖤

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CHAPTER FOUR: THE HIDEOUT PRESENTS: CORRODED COFFIN

NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI

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Chapter Three is SFW content (though later there WILL be NSFW content, therefore, the 18+ label).

A/N: Here is CHAPTER FOUR!! Things are finally being set in motion in this long winded fic. I'm making the chapters a little shorter because it's easier for me to write and post at a more consistent pace, so I hope that's okay! Thank you so much to everyone who has been reading my work and interacting with me, I love you very much, and you make all of this work worth it!

The remainder of your walk beside Billy was mostly silent with the exceptions of the muffled booming of music coming from deep inside The Hideout and the click of your heels on concrete. Though Hawkins was a relatively small town, the night life had its own hours, and people were starting to stumble out of the woodworks and onto the streets to find the nearest place to grab a drink and get lost in some local musicians’ handiwork.

“A little late tonight, Miss?” Ray, the doorman of The Hideout always greeted you respectfully, and tonight was no different. His dark eyes and bald head glinted symmetrically with the dim glow of the outdoor lights.

“Hi, Ray. Yeah, Eddie’s gonna kill me for this one,” you replied with a toothy grimace. “Fifteen minutes isn’t too bad though. I guess it could be worse.”

“It could, indeed,” Ray agreed, eyeing Billy up and down with the intensity of an overalert bodyguard.

“It’s okay. He’s with me. Billy, this is Ray.” You introduced the two in an attempt to diffuse the tension and in hopes that Ray would let Billy in as a friend of the band. He knew your age, but he didn’t ask too many questions as business was exploding lately thanks to Corroded Coffin’s new set. Ray gave Billy another methodical once over with his almost-black eyes before nodding stoically and gesturing to the door.

“Break a leg, Miss,” he wished through a bright smile as you approached the doorway.

“Hey, what are you – don’t – HEY!” You only caught a few words before you felt a sharp blow to your sternum and the wind was completely knocked out of you. “I don’t even like beer! I just wanted to see the band!” You steadied yourself as the boy who had just body slammed into you turned around.

“Dustin?!” It was Dustin Henderson. “What are you doing here?!” You were too young to be at the bar, but you were also technically employed there. Dustin, on the other hand, was even younger, and you knew his mom would be worried sick if she had even an inkling of what he was doing right now.

“Hey! I was just, uh – you know, uh –”

“Dustin, where does your mom think you are right now?” Dustin’s braces shone as he kept his grin all through trying to stutter out some kind of excuse as to why he was trying to sneak into a bar after 9 p.m. on a school night. Realizing you weren’t going to accept anything other than the truth, he conceded with a sullen sigh.

“At Mike’s playing a campaign that ran late.” Dustin avoided your gaze, feeling slight guilt for creating another problem you felt responsible to solve.

“You need to get home. How did you even get here?”

“That’s not important. I wasn’t doing anything stupid. I just wanted to see the band play. I’ve never seen you guys live, and I’m always missing out,” he explained. Your expression softened at Dustin’s obvious want to support his friends.

“I hear you, and I get it. But this isn’t safe, okay? We’ll find a way for you to see a show soon at a different venue. I promise. But right now, we need to find a way to get you home.”

“Oof!” A man came stumbling out the door and barreled into the back of Dustin, creating a domino effect and knocking him into you yet again.

“Hey! Watch where you’re – Henderson?” Thank God it was Steve. “What the hell are you doing here?! Where does your mom think you are right now?” It was the most common question for any of your crowd to ask Dustin who was always into some kind of mischief due to his insatiable curiosity.

“It’s okay, Steve,” you assured. “His mom thinks he’s at Mike’s playing DnD.” Steve rested both of his hands on his hips and scowled at Dustin, incredulous.

“Well, this is just great,” Steve complained, turning to you. “I was high tailing it to hunt you down because Eddie is having a total diva meltdown over you being late. He’s really hard to handle when he gets like this, you know, and I can’t soothe diva Eddie, I just can’t –” Steve trailed off as both of the boys’ eyes locked on a target slightly behind you. Shit. You were hoping that the commotion of the moment would get you out of answering any questions about why Billy seemed to be escorting you to your show.

“Evening, gentlemen.” Billy’s voice slid out in deep, velvety tones, and you could tell he was putting on his best smooth guy ruse so as not to highlight the blatant awkwardness of the situation.

“What is with today,” Steve lamented, shaking his head, closing his eyes, and massaging the bridge of his nose, his opposite hand still perched firmly on his hip.

“As much fun as this has been, I really need to get going. Eddie will have my head already, I’m twenty minutes late, and the night isn’t getting any younger. Dustin, it’s time to go. Steve, make sure Dustin gets home safe, okay?”

“Oh, hold on, no, no, no,” Steve protested, holding up both hands in defiance.

“What other choice is there? He can’t get home on his own. It’s not safe for him to be out alone right now, especially in this part of town, and Billy can watch our table since Robin isn’t here yet. See? It all works out.” Steve gawked at you, neck flushing as his anger crept up on him. “I’ll see you when you get back,” you called over your shoulder as you rushed through the door with Billy hot on your heels.

“Unbelievable,” Steve muttered, turning to Dustin who was just as dumbfounded. “Always the goddamned babysitter.” Steve rolled his eyes, cupping Dustin’s shoulder and turning him to trudge across the parking lot to where his BMW was parked. “I can’t believe you thought this would work,” Steve scolded as he unlocked the driver’s side door. Faint bickering could be heard until the purr of the car’s engine overpowered all other sounds. Steve backed out of the parking lot and onto the main road, swearing Dustin’s ass would be grass if he ever pulled a stunt like this again.

Rushing around the crowd of showgoers, you led Billy to the table in the shadows closest to the backstage entrance. You shrugged off your jacket and draped it around the back of one of the chairs, tossing your bag onto the seat.

“Robin usually keeps guard of all of our stuff at the table, but she’s running late tonight. Do you mind filling in until she gets here? It shouldn’t be too much longer.” You had to yell over the metal music that seemed to suck all the air out of the room.  A smirk tugged at the side of Billy’s mouth, his cerulean eyes glued to you as you hastily checked your pockets for loose items, tossing your lighter and pocket change into your bag.

“I don’t mind at all,” he barked back over the crashing of a drum solo.

“Thanks. I promise it’s not usually this chaotic,” you belted, apologetic.

“Something tells me it is, but I’m not complaining.” He flashed you a smile, and your insides backflipped. You could tell he was truly amused, and there was something very satisfying about Billy Hargrove exhibiting genuine emotion that sparked a warmth behind your cheeks.

“I’d better get up there. Samantha should make her rounds for drink orders any minute. Feel free to put whatever you want on my tab. CC groupies drink for free,” you teased with a wink. Billy let himself laugh, his brilliant smile making a second appearance. In a fluid transition of emotion, his eyes trailed up behind you and widened. You whipped around to see Eddie staring directly at you from his spot onstage. Get up here NOW, he mouthed as his fingers worked the neck of his guitar at rapid speed. You nodded in response and gave Billy a quick pat on the forearm before bursting through the beaded archway to the backstage loading dock.

The sound of springy guitar strings tainted the entire space followed by a cacophony of “BOOs” from the front of the crowd. Eddie’s riff fell flat after being distracted by your fucking around with Billy while you should have been joining your bandmates onstage. You knew Eddie was already livid, but you would have to do your best to talk him down later. As the last chords of the song rang out and died down, you stepped your way onto the stage and took your place at the microphone, giving Eddie an apologetic smile, and gripping the stand.

“How are you feeling tonight, Hawkins?!” The sound of your voice resonated off of the back walls of the bar, and the crowd below you roared with excitement. This was a sizable turnout. There seemed to be more and more people on the floor each week since your new demo had been finalized, and you took full advantage of the audience participation. “Give it up one more time for Jeff!” The crowd obliged once more, monstrous cheers ringing throughout the venue. “We are Corroded Coffin, and this is what we’re all about. ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!” The snare drum signaled the beginning of the song the waves of people in front of you went wild for.

Billy watched from your table in the darkness, never taking his gaze off of you. He could tell you were in your element, and he had never seen someone influence a room so effortlessly. He tapped his foot and nodded along to the beat of the song, a smirk plastered on his contemplative face. There was something about you he just couldn’t shake, and he was playing words over and over in his mind trying to grab at something he could say to you when you stepped off the stage and back into his world – some kind of compliment that would mean something. For that moment, all he could do was watch, and there was nowhere else he would rather be.

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