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𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🎸 Virgin!Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🎸 You play at the Hideout with your band, Stake For My Valentine, every night - you're considered the metal queen of the bar and your band are the rulers of the roost, famously loved by the Hideout's local drunks. However, when a band named Corroded Coffin land their first gig there, the sparse crowd warm quickly to the unique and awkward charm of the leading metal head, Eddie Munson.

However, you don't warm to him so easily - in fact, you don't warm to him at all. Eddie, on the other hand, worships the ground you walk on and doesn't hesitate to make it known, leading to a cold rejection from you.

Band rivalry occurs - you vs. Eddie, Stake For My Valentine vs Corroded Coffin.

You hate each other... but one night everything changes when a plan is created and executed by yours and Eddie's bandmates with the intention of bringing you two together and harmony between the bands.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊-𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🎸 bad language, angst, mention and consumption of drugs, mention and consumption of alcohol, sexual innuendos, mention of blood, Eddie wearing eyeliner bcuz damn😍, some typical bar fight drunkard violence and SMUT so you must be 18+ to read‼️

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 🎸 10K words.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 🎸 bad language, angst, mention of smut, blood, mention and consumption of drugs and alcohol.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱, 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 ‘𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧’ 𝐨𝐫 ‘𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬’ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!)… 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭!

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 <𝟑

⇜ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 • 𝟑𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 • 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓

'He's just a loser with a guitar.'

'You're a dick but I think I've fallen in love with you.'

'I fucking hate you Eddie Munson.'

'No I don't.'

You stare down at your lyric book with tired eyes, trying to decipher the scribbles of words that you'd crossed out and areas where you'd pressed the pen so hard against the paper that you ripped away some of it. They were all lines that you'd written over the weekend, ever since you'd gotten home from almost fucking Eddie Munson outside the Hideout, from realising that he had been the most beautiful guy you'd ever met and from crying so hard about him that you thought your eyes may fall out due to being so exhausted.

Elektra, Alyssa and Cherie are sat in the back room that had once been only yours, you can't help but think about how much the dynamic had changed since Corroded Coffin had stumbled through the doors behind you - you'd been so occupied with them that you realised that you hadn't even spoken to your band since last Friday...

Since I fucked it all up... I used to tell them everything... they're my best friends, my only friends - well, maybe not anymore since I've kept secrets and treated them like complete garbage... but we were always there for each other at school - always, surely they'll forgive me? I don't know, maybe Saturday night was the last straw, maybe I've fucked up one too many times.

You hear Cherie's voice through the door, it's muffled, but loud and it snaps you away from your thoughts.

You quickly slam your lyric book shut in your hand and take a deep breath that lasts for about five seconds before exhaling...

I've got nothing to lose now... I just hope Alyssa kept her word about not telling Elektra and Cherie what happened between me and Eddie.

With a determined stare, you head straight for the door like a missile to it's target, your worn and cracked black leather boots, as usual, thudding on the old floorboards of the Hideout. They can hear your footsteps because as soon as you start walking their voices go quiet, immediately knowing that it is you who had just entered the bar rather than a drunk that has nothing to do apart from sit at the bar and drink all day on a Monday.

You knock on the door, your knuckles brushing against the red tape that label the initials of yours and Eddie's bands on it.

Elektra clears her throat, you assume it's her because a few seconds later she calls out to you, "Come on in!" She didn't sound like her usual self who would crack a joke or dirty innuendo whenever you would walk into the room, starting band practice with a bellow of laughter from all four of you.

You grip onto the handle of the door, your forehead almost touching the wood before you slowly push it open, revealing your bandmates one by one.

Alyssa is sat on the manky rug in the middle of the room, tapping away at it with her drumsticks loosely gripped by her hands. Elektra is stood by Alyssa wielding her black and purple Jackson Dinky electric guitar, she's staring down at it so you can't see her face because her black hair, identical to Alyssa's, which is styled into a shorter mullet than her younger sister's, is falling in front of her green eyes, also identical to Alyssa's. Then, lastly, you see Cherie, with her bleach blonde hair as bright as ever, she is sat on the couch with her black Danelecto 58 Longhorn bass guitar nestled in the space beside her.

"Hi," you sigh, stepping into the room and gently setting your guitar case down beside you before turning around and shutting the door. The creak of the door being closed completely grabs all three of your bandmate's attention. They all look disappointed, confused, disheartened and it's all so quiet suddenly, Alyssa's drum beat couldn't be heard, Elektra is holding tightly to the neck of her guitar and Cherie has her mouth tightly shut. "Sorry I'm late," you mumble.

"Again," Elektra adds, rolling her eyes after.

You blow a puff of air out of your mouth, glancing down at your boots, briefly thinking about the words you'd rehearsed for them all day yesterday. "I - er I know - I'm sorry - I'm letting you guys down. I've been a real selfish bitch the last few weeks-," you sigh out with a nervous chuckle before your eyes flicker between all three of your friends, "I'm completely aware of that now and I'm sorry - so fuckin' sorry. I've not listened to you, I've been slacking at band practice, I've kept you in the dark, I've not been a good friend and I almost got us kicked out of here by Keith... I know now that it's all my fault - not Corroded fuckin' Coffin's... I - I guess I just didn't want to admit that I'm not as good as I thought."

"But you are, V," Cherie, who is, as usual, your number one fan even after letting her down.

Both Alyssa and Elektra nod in agreement with Cherie. "Exactly - that's why we're all so confused," Elektra, confesses. "You've never ever let us down in all the years that we've played together - so why are you now?" She pleads for an answer, accentuating her words by pointing the neck of her guitar at you.

You fiddle with your fingers, picking at the already chipped black nail varnish on your left index finger because you hadn't exactly prepared to answer that exact question. "I dunno - but I promise I won't fuck up any more than I already have, okay?" You look at each of your bandmates earnestly.

Elektra shakes her head while looking you dead in the eye, "Why're you avoiding the question?"

"I'm not!" You retort defensively.

"Vamp," Elektra states sternly, raising her thin dark eyebrows at you.

You realise again that you're acting the exact opposite way that you'd promised not to act, "Sorry - sorry - I er - I guess it's the... the competition." You bring a hand up to your forehead and shake your head at yourself, "It got to my head because - we've always been the band of weirdos who play metal music here every night without fail - and then suddenly these even weirder weirdos come into the picture and-," you let your hand fall from your forehead back down to your side, "We're not the only ones anymore and I felt - threatened by 'em because it was always just us... but I should've known that it wouldn't stay that way forever."

Elektra and Cherie nod in unison, but Alyssa stays completely still and silent which attracts your attention.

"Can I talk to you for a second, Al?" You take a step towards her while pointing your thumb over your shoulder towards the door behind you.

Alyssa looks at you, still hurt by what she'd seen you doing with Eddie on Saturday as her eyes are sunken in from not sleeping and her lips are pointing downwards at both corners of her mouth. She shakes her head, "Whatever you've got to say, you can say it here because we're a team - that's what a band is, right?"

You exhale through your nose, nodding at the same time, "Right," you mumble under your breath and fiddle with your fingers, still picking away at the black nail varnish on your nails. "I-."

Am I really going to tell them about what happened between me and Eddie?

Should I?

Yes... no... yes, no more lies, Vamp... no - I can't do it... I have to, to prove to Alyssa that I'm still as serious as I was when we first formed our alliance in school... besides, what happened between me and Eddie - it was nothing, it meant nothing... but if it meant nothing, why would I tell them? As far as Eddie is concerned, it never happened and we're never gonna kiss again, he sure seemed determined about that... I should forget about it all too, and I should definitely forget about how good it felt to kiss his lips...

You realise that your silence is raising suspicion from Elektra and Cherie, who are examining you wearily with crossed arms and expectant looks on their faces now, while Alyssa is nodding for you to just spit your words out... probably urging you to blurt out your undying love for Eddie Munson, to admit that your judgment of him and his band had been entirely wrong - therefore ending the little feud between Stake For My Valentine and Corroded Coffin that you'd caused so that she and Gareth could run into the sunset together finally.

I admit that I'd been wrong to try and stop Alyssa from having feelings for him... even though I still don't understand why of all the weirdos and freaks she fell for Gareth - I mean, I guess he is kinda cute and can play the drums like a champ... plus he's totally her number one fan - I'm sure if I asked him, Alyssa would be his favorite drummer of all time... so who am I to deny a friend her happiness for the sake of Eddie fuckin' Munson?

You look at Alyssa with big, apologetic eyes. She is still silently pleading with you, holding her drumsticks in a vice-like grip while she waits for your words. "I just wanted to-," you shake your head, closing your eyes for a moment before staring at Alyssa again, "I owe you an extra apology, Al - I'm - so - sorry about what happened the other night-."

"Wait - what happened the other night exactly?" Elektra asks with a quizzical look on her face, her petite nose scrunching up slightly as she stares down at Alyssa.

Alyssa sheepishly looks between you and her big sister, clearly feeling guilty for keeping what she had seen occur between you and Eddie a secret from her own flesh and blood... "Al did nothing wrong, El - I'm not gonna let her take the flack when it was all me." Elektra drags her eyes away from Alyssa to you, still with her arms crossed. Her pale face with dark eyeliner around her piercingly light green eyes intimidate you, making you break eye contact and instead you focus on your fingers still chipping away at your nail varnish, "I - I did something really - really - really fuckin' stupid."

Cherie furrows her fair brows, looking at Elektra, who looks back at her, confirming that they are just as confused as the other person.

"What did you do, V?" Cherie asks, tearing her longing eyes away from Elektra to look at you again.

You don't have to lift your head up to know that all six of your bandmate's eyes combined are staring into your soul right now... I need to just spit it out right now. You gulp, struggling to speak because you're too busy trying to relax your heartbeat and choking on your spit that had gathered in your mouth from trying to process words that just refused to leave your mouth, "I - I-."

"Vamp," Elektra interrupts before uncrossing her arms lazily, "If we don't have trust anymore we've got nothing left - so we may as well call it quits-."

Your neck snaps up so quickly to meet eyes with your bandmates that you almost get whiplash from the desperation because you are not ready to give up on this band yet, and definitely not because of a reason that doesn't even exist anymore - I mean nothing to Eddie and he means nothing to me... and Stake For My Valentine mean everything to me. "I-made-out-with-Eddie-after-his-gig-on-saturday-because-he-wrote-the-most-beautiful-song-for-me-and-also-Rodrick-was-making-out-with-some-girl-he-met-that-night-I-think-and-Alyssa-saw-the-entire-thing-oh-and-I-made-our-fifteen-fans-hate-us-because-Rodrick-got-me-drunk-the-night-before-and-I-called-them-all-assholes-for-going-to-Corroded-Coffin's-first-gig-here-."

All three of your bandmates look entirely bewildered by your rambling, with wide eyes and their mouths hung open in shock that your mouth could move so fast.

Cherie's back has thrusted forward away from the couch, leaning closer to you as if it can help her try to understand what you are saying, but she realises that she can't because she uses her hands to motion you to calm down and stop talking, "Woah woah woah, slow down, V!”

Elektra nods in agreement with Cherie. "I think I can vouch for us all by saying that we got none of that," Elektra gestures to Cherie and Alyssa, who nod in agreement, "Could you start again and maybe - step on the break a little for us?"

You nod, staggered breaths leaving your mouth while trying to catch as much air as possible because your rambling has left you pretty light-headed, "Okay - okay." Deep breaths, Vamp - here goes nothing... you bring one of your hands up to scratch the back of your neck, "I sorta made out with Eddie after his gig on Saturday-."

"You sorta what?!" Elektra blurts out before covering her mouth with one of her hands, her silver bangles around her wrist clashing loudly against each other from the speed.

You nervously glance at Cherie, who had loudly gasped at your confession, before acknowledging Alyssa, who also looked shocked that you'd actually told them. You give Alyssa a small nod before audibly inhaling another long breath, "Yeah er - I came onto him after he er - I mean - after I saw Rodrick with another girl-."

"But - I thought you hated Eddie?" Cherie asks, completely gobsmacked.

"So did I," Elektra adds while Alyssa mumbles a sorrowful 'me too' in sync with her sister.

"I do," you gulp, fleetingly looking down at the stained rug underneath your feet, "I do hate him," you repeat with much more assurance, though your face doesn't show it. You blink... if I just keep talking about how much I hate him they've gotta believe me eventually... "I hate him so much, he's so - he's so - ugh, everything he does just infuriates me so much that I just wanna-," kiss him so hard that it bruises his lips? Slap his cute face silly while I give him the ride of his life? Suck his soul out through his dick? Sit on his face? "Die? Yeah - he makes me wanna - die."

Huh - that has an interesting ring to it. I should write it down in my lyric book.

Elektra, Cherie and Alyssa all exchange bewildered looks. Cherie then mouths a shocked 'wow' at Elektra while Alyssa looks up at you, even more confused than she appeared to be before you’d opened your mouth about Eddie.

"I thought-," Alyssa speaks, but before she can reveal that Eddie had written a song about you, or the way that you looked at him like you look at your electric guitar... which is totally not true because I could never spare a spot alongside my Pink Special or Eddie Van Halen in my heart - there is no space for Eddie Munson in there and there never will be... you shake your head frantically.

"I - I did it to get back at Rodrick," you interrupt Alyssa boldly, defensively, lying through your teeth while trying to maintain confident eye contact with her.

"But-."

"There's no other reason, Al," You declare before chuckling nervously, "C'mon - why else would I kiss Eddie Munson?"

Alyssa's face drops a little, her eyes, rather than being wide, they are now sad again, reminding you of the disappointed look that she sent you when she left you alone with Eddie on Saturday, "Cause you like him like I like Gareth?" She suggests with a small, hopeful tone of voice.

You hear Elektra and Cherie giggling to themselves, they fill in the silence after Alyssa's suspicion towards your denial for having feelings for Eddie.

Your head continues to shake frantically in complete denial, "No - no, not like you and Gareth," you tell her with another nervous laugh after, "You and Gareth - you're perfect for each other, I understand that now and I shouldn't have gotten in the way of the two of you just because he's the drummer in a band we're in fierce competition with... but there is no me and Eddie and that's all there is to it."

You spot the glint of happiness in Alyssa's dark green eyes, but it leaves as quickly as it comes when you continue to deny anything more than indifference for Corroded Coffin and hate for Eddie Munson. It frustrates her because she saw how you danced to their music, how you gave the lead singer heart eyes throughout their entire gig and how you genuinely enjoyed yourself in the presence of Corroded Coffin despite the battle between them and Stake For My Valentine to claim the Halloween gig. She thought that you felt it too, a connection between the bands that overpowered the competition... but perhaps you weren't quite as on the same page as she thought you had been.

"So - what about Eddie?" Alyssa asks, her voice almost sounds afraid.

Your head tilts to the side and you shrug your shoulders, trying to act as casually as you can, as if you hadn't been able to get Eddie off of your mind since you cleared the air between your mouth and his… and failed, "What about 'im?"

"How does he feel about what happened?" She asks matter of factly, one of her dark brows raising at you.

It feels like your heart is sinking down your body at the reminder of how yours and Eddie's last bicker battle...

'Don't you dare follow me this time, Munson - because I won't be kissing you again!'

'Good!'

'Fantastic!'

A drawn out, quiet sigh leaves your lips, "Nothing," your shoulders hunch over slightly after you shrug them, "He hates me as much as I hate him-," you take in each of your bandmate's facial expressions and they all look completely unconvinced by your answer, "but we're both on the same page - we're here for the music. We're all here for the music, aren't we?" You question them as a way to divert their attention from you and Eddie.

All three of your bandmates hum in unison, looking amongst each other and you nod in response to their agreement.

"So we're all in this battle to win the Halloween gig back, right?" You speak entirely with confidence now, ignoring the joy that you felt when you were at Corroded Coffin's gig and completely thinking about the joy you'll feel when your fans vote Stake For My Valentine as the winners of the Battle of the Bands... if I win their loyalty back tonight.

"Right," Elektra, Cherie and Alyssa all respond in sync, nodding at the same time.

You nod slowly with a hopeful smile on your face and determination in your eyes, "Exactly, so we've gotta blow our crowd's minds tonight with epic solos and new material," you keep nodding, looking between your bandmates, who are staring at you with intense excitement in their eyes, their postures are gradually lifting from being slouched before, "We can't waste a second today so what'd ya say?" A cheeky grin spreads across your lips.

Cherie mirrors your cheeky grin before nodding eagerly, "Let's fuckin' do this," she jumps off of the couch and hops towards you while lifting her arm up, waiting for everyone else to do the band chant that the four of you usually do before a practice or gig.

Elektra steps forward and stands directly in front of you, a smile spreading across her lips too as she lifts her hand. You give her a small nod before looking down at Alyssa, who looks up at you wearily for a few moments before deciding to join the triangle that you, Elektra and Cherie had made. You all stand in a circle now with your arms lifted, your firsts balled as if you are holding wooden stakes and are about to drive them through a kneeling vampire in the middle of your circle.

"Three - two - one... watch it!" In unison, you all clench your fists, "Look behind you - beside you - inside you - don't underestimate a Vamp's power - it hides in plain sight - it hides before your eyes!" You all move your heads in the directions that you chant before dramatically tearing your eyes away from each other and looking down at the space in front of you within the circle. "Drive a stake through the heart and knock 'em dead!" You throw your arms down together as if you are going in for the killing of an imaginary vampire, a ritual that you'd all created and participated in for good luck since your very first gig at the Hideout.

The four of you cheer as if there hadn't been any tension between them and you, they're all driven by the adrenaline that the chant always gives you that would usually last until the end of a practice or a show, but this time the energy is very short-lived as your cheers fade quickly into an awkward silence.

Elektra clears her throat as realisation spreads across her features, "We don't have any new material."

"Ah ah ah - that's where you're wrong," you bring your hand that's still holding your lyric book up to your face, waving it beside your head while you smile devilishly, "I've got the perfect song for us to play tonight right here."

Elektra wraps her arms around her black and white striped t-shirt, hugging herself and pressing her fingertips into the back hem of her black leather pants, "I'm a little scared," she says with a chuckle.

"You should be," you tell her with a giggle.

⎈ 🎸 ⎈

By the time you're ready to go on stage you're high and drunk, which isn't usually a problem when you haven't been an emotional mess for days. It was what the four of you usually did during practices and before gigs just to take the edge off, to get rid of nerves and any stress or pressure. However, tonight you feel it all and with each pint of beer that you downed and each drag that you took of weed, your emotions seemed to heighten rather than lessen.

With each hour that passed during your practice, you noticed Rodrick's absence from it - he'd usually join your practice by sitting on the couch ogling you or maybe take over on the drums briefly while Alyssa took a small break. There was no sign of him today, but you were sure that he was just hiding away up in his room all day.

The four of you now are sat on the couch, squished together like a bunch of fish in a fishbowl, sharing one last joint before going on stage.

Each time you pass the joint to each other in a line that's going back and forth, you sink more into the couch with your limbs intertwined with Alyssa's and Cherie's, who are sat on either side of you.

Elektra is sat on the other side of Cherie, and has her arm flirtatiously wrapped around her... you'd have been a fool not to notice the massive crush that they had on each other since high school, fleeting looks, touches and blushes at your table in the cafeteria, so you and Alyssa weren't surprised when they announced their 'on the low' relationship when you all left school... they'd blossomed just as you had when the four of you found the Hideout because not only could they play the music they loved, the pair could also love each other and not be afraid of what anybody thought of them in a place where they could be free - you could all be free.

You can hear the bar starting to get rowdy on the other side of the door, muffled chattering, glasses clinking and music playing from the stereo... another ordinary night at the Hideout, you think with a dreamy smile, resting the back of your head on the couch... little do they know, we're about to play the goddamn bar right down.

A small knock interrupts your daydreaming and all four of you sit up in sync, staring at the door like deer in headlights.

When you see Rodrick's face peeking his head through the door and frame you feel the same boiling in your blood that you felt on Saturday when you saw him kissing someone else.

I wonder if she's here tonight?

His brown hair is more wild than usual, he's gelled it into more of a spiky texture, and is wearing what he usually wears, his old 'Löded Dyper' shirt that you woke up in on Saturday afternoon last week, a pair of ripped black jeans and his dirty black converse.

His tired, dull brown eyes flicker at you for not even a second before focusing on your bandmates, "The - stage is ready for you," he mumbles half-heartedly, refusing to even acknowledge your presence in the room before quickly shutting the door and leaving the four of you alone again.

You close your eyes and sink back into the couch while Elektra, Cherie and Alyssa exchange looks between each other, you and the door that Rodrick had disappeared behind.

Don't you dare even think about that asshole - get the fuck up off of this couch and get on that stage.

You monitor your breathing for a moment because seeing Rodrick had instantly brought that night back to you - your heated moment with Eddie. It makes your breath hitch before you take another deep breath, trying desperately to forget the existence of a certain long-haired, doe-eyed, adorable metal head...

I'll show him... I'll show them all.

"Let's fuckin' show them all what we're made of," you state before suddenly springing up off of the couch, almost tripping over the rug and falling face first onto the floor, though you manage to find your balance by taking a few quick steps towards the door.

You throw your arms out towards the door to halt yourself from head butting the wall or floor and close your eyes to brace yourself from the inevitability of falling down, but instead you find yourself hearing the door creak, opening again, and being caught in a pair of arms, "Rodrick I swear to the metal gods above I will swing my fist at your stupid face and shove my guitar up your ass," you ramble angrily, hitting your fists into his chest while your face is also nuzzled into him.

"Woah - Jesus H. - Christ - will you stop - hitting me when - I'm trying to - save you?!" You hear Eddie's voice in between your hits on his chest, but they gradually stop when you realise that it had been him who had caught you before you could fall onto the floor in front of the crowd waiting for you to take the stage.

You relax, hiding against his frame while nuzzling your nose against his chest, now realising that the texture of the shirt he's wearing is completely different to the one Rodrick is wearing... the smell is also different, while Rodrick's smells of weed and cigarettes, Eddie's also smells of weed and cigarettes - but with an added scent of musk that you could easily get used to.

"What are you doing here?" You grumble, gathering the courage to finally look up at him. To your annoyance, he looks as beautiful as ever and it takes everything in you not to wrap your arms around his neck to be even closer to him... but I know I can't... he doesn't want me anymore.

Eddie chuckles, which makes his chest sort of vibrate against your upper half, causing warmth to spread all through you, "I might not want to uh - kiss you - again... but I wasn't gonna miss your show - 'm still Stake's uh - biggest fan y'know," he looks down, huffing a small chuckle whilst blinking his eyes closed so he can avoid eye contact with you.

He can't even look at me now... which feels like a stab to your heart because you realise just now that looking into his pretty brown eyes is a privilege that you took for granted until you no longer had his eyes only on you.

You nod a little, focusing on the silver pendant sat neatly beside his red guitar pick attached to a silver chain around his neck, "No I - I meant - what are you doing here?"

"Oh uh-," his eyes trail from your boots, to your fishnet tights, to your oversized white t-shirt, to your neck, to your eyes, but you could've sworn that for a millisecond he looked at your lips, "I - uh - I wanted to uh - uh-," it's like your eyes have him under a spell because he can't look away now, it takes a massively deep breath for him to get his words out, "'S stupid - but I uh - came to say good luck - so uh - good luck."

"Thank you - I guess?" You mumble nervously, on the brink of crumbling in his arms and telling him that you do, in fact, want to kiss him again.

Eddie hums, tearing his eyes away from you at the same time you awkwardly look away from him, "I should - uh - I should go um - back to - Gareth." He looks over your head, being a head taller than you now means that it doesn't take much effort for him to look behind you, seeing your bandmates watching you both, in shock and holding onto each other for dear life.

You have to stand on your tiptoes to look over his shoulder to see that you have gained some attention from a few familiar faces that you'd see in your usual crowd from the stage - Joan looked shocked, Troy looked a tad more shocked and Victoria looked even more shocked than them combined, probably because you were in talking distance, let alone being enveloped in the arms of your competition... and on top of that, you weren't fighting to get away.

Your bottom lip falls slightly, but you have no words to say as you feel numb... the weed is definitely not helping me right now - I can't move...

Eddie watches you, appearing completely uncomfortable in his arms, horrified by his touch and the audience that you were getting from being close to him. He clears his throat, "Sorry - I uh - I didn't want an - audience either," he sighs, slowly unwrapping his arms from your waist and suddenly you feel so cold... he can't even stand to be seen near me... another stabbing sensation to your heart, you visibly shiver and falter slightly from no longer having him to lean on, which he notices, "you okay?"

So now he cares…

You give him a hard stare while the rest of your body feels numb and warm from the weed and alcohol, "Mhm fine - I'm fine," you slur unconvincingly, causing Eddie to furrow his brows at you and take a step closer only for you to step away, "Go a-away," your voice cracks and you shake your head. Eddie continues to stare at you, his facial features no longer hard or distant, now they are sad and he looks like a lost puppy that has no idea what to do or where to go, whether to help you and stay or do what you say and go... you can see the battle he's fighting in his head so you take a shaky breath, your stare at him turning into a glare, "Go."

Eddie falters, the battle in his head coming to an end as he reaches a decision, he nods and looks down at his fidgeting hands before silently turning himself around and walking away... like I told him to.

You take a harsh breath in through your nose, ignoring the tears that are threatening to spill from your eyes... no no no, Vamp - you said you weren't gonna cry over Eddie Munson again... you exhale as steadily as you can, successfully stopping a single tear from running down your cheeks, "May the best band win, Munson!" You shout to him as he walks through the small crowd that are now only staring at you. You fight the urge to say something like 'what are you looking at?' to the entire group of onlookers that had just witnessed everything including the scene you created after Stake For My Valentine's gig last Friday...

They must think I've really gone off the rails - I've gotta prove them wrong right now...

You look over your shoulder at your bandmates, who are still sunken into the couch watching your every move, before motioning with your hand for them to join you by the door leading into the bar area. "Let's knock 'em dead," you state, referring to your chant with a forced smile, after picking up your guitar and swinging the strap over your shoulder until your Pink Special hits your lower stomach.

Elektra and Cherie walk together with their instruments in one hand and reaching for each other's spare hands, squeezing tightly while they walk and nod your way. They give each other a kiss before running up the three steps onto the platform side by side, being careful not to hit their instruments against the wall because the steps are pretty narrow for two people to be on them at the same time.

Alyssa walks your way alone, wielding her drum sticks tightly in her left hand, but before she passes you at the door she stops walking and leans her mouth close to your ear, "It's for Eddie, isn't it? Not Rodrick," she whispers before pulling away and searching your eyes for the truth.

Your eyes flicker between hers before your guard breaks at the mention of the 'new material' you'd practiced all day long, a song of the lyrics you hadn't stopped writing since the early hours of Sunday morning, "It's for Eddie," you admit under your breath, but loud enough for Alyssa to hear, with a hasty nod.

Alyssa nods with you before giving you a satisfied, closed mouthed smile, “Knew it.” She brings her right hand up to squeeze your shoulder and tips her cowboy hat to you with her left hand while holding the drumsticks, almost dropping them while doing so, making the two of you giggle together.

"Let's - knock 'em - dead," Alyssa repeats your words from before with an amused grin on her face and small giggles in between them. She then grabs your left hand with her right one, pulling you towards the stage and up the small staircase.

You grasp onto your Pink Special with your right hand, clutching the back of it's body to your hip tightly as you run up the stairs with Alyssa. You can hear claps, cheers, but they're not as loud as they had been before the battle of the bands competition had been thought up by Rodrick.

You're facing your band as you take your pink guitar pick from behind your ear and hold it between your teeth, watching your bandmates as they adjust themselves - you wait for their approval to start the first song.

You bounce on your feet, psyching yourself up physically and mentally for the next hour and fifteen minutes because you know that to gain your great, hard-working, dedicated lead singer and guitarist reputation back… I need to put everything into this.

When all three of your bandmates nod you drop your pick from your teeth and let it land in your hand before spinning on your heel to face the crowd... and it's way bigger than you thought it would be - you've got a crowd bigger than when Stake For My Valentine were the only band playing at the Hideout... granted, it is about ten more people than usual, but that makes ten more than the familiar fifteen faces that you usually see towards the front.

A dreamy smile spreads across your mouth when you strum the first chord of Light Me Up, one of the first songs that you wrote when you were a junior at Hawkins High, before you'd even met your bandmates in Stake For My Valentine... it's a fan favorite that you typically play at the end of your gig, but earlier the four of you, with some convincing on your part, decided to move to the very beginning of the setlist.

So when the fifteen familiar faces hear the A chord that sets a moody, but lively atmosphere which sends everybody into a wild frenzy, you notice them all reliving every moment that they jumped and danced to this very song with you for the last two years.

You take a quick step towards the microphone, your lips brush against it, “Hey lovers,” you mumble with a cheeky grin on your face, sending a wink to one of your most loyal fans, Joan, who is now looking at you in awe rather than in shock, “Did ya miss us?”

‘Fuck yeahs’ and ‘we missed yous’ echo throughout the room, causing you to giggle into the mic, but then you hear a ‘did you miss us?’

“Sure I did - you guys are family,” you answer, flashing Lisa, another familiar face, a toothy grin before focusing on your guitar and the instruments being played behind you, signalling you to start singing. “Does what I’m wearing seem to shock you?” You sing into the mic, widening your eyes and looking down at your outfit as if you can’t believe what you’re wearing.

Your eyes scan the crowd towards the back as you sing, but you’re very quickly distracted with the sight of Stake For My Valentine’s booth being occupied by none other than Rodrick, who isn’t alone… you assume that it’s the same girl that he was kissing before, but as you look closer, you can see that it’s not now because she has much longer black hair, while the girl from before had mid-length chestnut brown hair…

so I really was just another name on his list of sex conquests?

That thought alone makes you stutter your lyrics, which diverts Rodrick’s attention from the girl sat opposite him to you. He’s leaning over the table, his face just inches away from her’s, but he continues to stare at you with a devious grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I’ve got it on my mind to change my ways,” you sing as your stare on Rodrick hardens. You suck in the anger that you feel, expressing it through your strong voice, “But I don’t think I can be anything other than me - No I don’t think I can be anything other than me.”

Rodrick glares back at you, but is forced to drag his eyes away from you because the girl he’s with grabs his shirt by the neckline and pulls him in for a messy kiss… though his eyes are open and looking at you the entire time his tongue is in her mouth.

“Do you think it’s right - when you knock me to the ground,” your eyelids flutter shut and you turn your face away from Rodrick, instead, putting all of your focus into the dancing crowd directly in front of you, “Well - light me up when I’m down!”

A bunch of your dedicated fans and your bandmates start to sing the chorus with you, “Light me up when I’m down!” An unconscious grin forms on your lips while you sing the line, you bob your head which makes your hair fly crazily in every direction possible.

You’re having the time of your life with your bandmates and your fans, all dancing wildly together and you feel as though, through your music, you’ve made up with them all… like everything you ever did to let them down had been erased by how metal your performance was. Like you’d promised yourself earlier today, you put every fibre of your being into throwing yourself around the stage, your singing and guitar solos… so by the time you’ve reached the end of the second to last song on your setlist, sweat is dripping from your forehead, all four of your limbs are numb and you’re completely exhausted.

You breathe heavily before laughing breathlessly into the microphone because as you stagger towards it you almost fall, but catch yourself by grabbing onto the microphone stand, “Woah - that was close, huh?”

The small crowd cheers in agreement, laughing with you.

“Okay,” you sigh, taking another few desperate breaths to try and calm your frantic heartbeat, “We’ve got one last song for you tonight!”

Another loud cheer in response to you.

You grin mischievously, wrapping your left hand, which is clammy with sweat, around the neck of your guitar while your right one keeps a grip on the microphone stand to keep you stable, “Do you dare to hear it?”

A few screams can be heard from the front, while everyone else cheers again (apart from Rodrick and his most recent fuck buddy, but you don’t give a shit about either of them).

“Well you better because it’s a new little treat-,” you state in a playfully stern tone, scanning the many faces in the crowd, but your eyes unexpectedly land on Eddie’s starstruck one towards the back of the cluster of people before you, “From me to you,” you maintain eye contact with Eddie, the adrenaline buzzing through your body stopping you from being too nervous to admit it. Your fans express their excitement through more cheers, but Eddie’s jaw drops a little and is frozen, just like you had been when he sang his song for you, “Here goes - you make me wanna die.”

You look over your shoulder at Alyssa and nod your head before she hits her drumsticks together, “three - two - one!”

You and Alyssa begin the song together, she starts with a steady beat on the bass drum that accompanies your guitar, you strum a strong, quick and melodious chord pattern that you repeat twice, all while banging your head and stomping your boots down onto the platform in time with Alyssa’s beat, before Elektra and Cherie join you and Alyssa’s playing.

“Take me, I’m alive - never was a girl with a wicked mind - but everything looks better when the sun goes down-,” you continue nodding your head in time to Alyssa’s beat while you sing with your eyes shut, “I had everything - opportunities for eternity - and I could belong to niiiiight!” You end the line with a gradual pitch change in your voice that sounds as smooth as velvet. “Then your eyes, your eyes-,” you sing alone during the bridge of the song, grasping the strings of your Pink Special tightly so they don’t make any sound. Your eyes open and you flutter your eyelashes, swiftly accustoming to the dim spotlight facing the stage, “I can see in your eyes, your eyes,” you find yourself singing softly into the microphone while staring into the pair of brown doe eyes that inspired this song, “everything in your eyes, your eyes-.” Eddie’s lips tug upward now while he looks at you like you’re some kind of angel, it causes a cheeky smile to appear on your lips during the pause between your lines because he was looking at you the same exact way when he first saw you on this stage, “You make me wanna die,” the words come out of you dramatically as you continue to cheekily smile at Eddie, who looks completely gobsmacked now.

Now he knows how I felt when he sang about how much he fuckin’ hated me… and called me a bitch.

“I’ll never be good enough - you make me wanna die - and everything you love will burn up in the light - and every time I look inside your eyes-,” you sing as you throw yourself around with your guitar, swinging your head uncontrollably before freezing in front of the microphone with your hair all over your face and noticing Eddie and Gareth jumping wildly and bobbing their heads to your music, “you make me wanna die!”

You go back to stomping your feet, strumming quick chords on your Pink Special while Alyssa goes back to just using the bass drum to create the same steady beat and melody you played for the intro.

You stare intensely at Eddie which immediately grabs his attention as if you’ve put him in a trance-like state, he stops dancing with Gareth and turns his entire body to face you again, “Taste me, drink my soul-,” Eddie’s mouth parts at your words, making you giggle a little while you sing them, “Show me all the things that I shouldn’t know - when there’s a blue moon on the riiiiise!”

You spin yourself around with your guitar in hand before repeating the bridge of your new song and going into the chorus again, just focusing on the singing and screaming coming from in front of you… you’re sure that no other song of yours has gotten this much of a reaction from the crowd - it almost feels like your second big break, the first being getting your first gig at the Hideout.

After that it’s time for your final guitar solo tonight, which you completely make up as you go along by just closing your eyes, feeling the heat of the room and the vibrations of all the instruments playing behind you… the pitched blackness of closing your eyes allows you to completely concentrate on the music, it’s almost as if it’s only you and your Pink Special in the room. Your nimble fingers slide up and down the neck of your guitar with ease and without you having to even peek an eye open at what you’re doing before ending the solo by shrieking out a high note and using the whammy bar to bend the sound, letting it fade with a light vibration that tingles up your hands and arms.

You can’t feel a thing in your body apart from the tingling sensation from your guitar after that… maybe it’s the weed, the beer, or the metal solo that just flew out of me… your hair is wet and sticking to your forehead and you start to feel dizzy from the fire that is burning your insides. You lazily try to shake your head out of this sudden wooziness, which is spreading to each of your limbs, making your sweat fly off of you…

I’ve gotta get through this - just nine more lines - I can do it!

“I - would die for you, my love - my love,” you sing in a slurred way because even your mouth is exhausted. Your voice that is usually strong, but angelic and smooth, is now weak, “I would - lie for you, my love - my - my-,” you blink profusely, suddenly unable to get your words out that you so desperately wanted to say because your heart is pounding and your brain is fuzzy.

All you can remember in that moment is your song coming to a messy stop.

Alyssa, Cherie and Elektra stop playing their instruments and all that can be heard are gasps and static coming from the amps at the back of the stage.

Then Rodrick, he’s suddenly at the side of the stage pulling out each of your bandmate’s instrument cables from their amps… then lastly he pulls your Pink Special’s cable out of your amp while shouting out for everyone to hear, “Stake For My Valentine are disqualified!”

Your face turns from shock, to horror, then to fury at Rodrick, “I’m - gonna fuck-ing get you - asshole!” You stammer weakly before using the last of your energy to stride towards him, ready to punch his lights out, but on your way you trip over the loose cable that’s still connected to your guitar. It all happens so quickly and you’re completely blind with rage that you don’t notice the dark wire as your right foot catches it, making you stumble forward and hit your knee against the corner of one of the amps by the stairs.

Rodrick, whose eyes are wide from the sight before him, still has that evil glint in them that makes you want to hit him even more.

Though your knee is starting to bleed, the pain hasn’t quite made itself known yet… you’re so numb and tired in your body that you can’t even feel it. However, you can feel yourself falling towards Rodrick after ricocheting off of the amps, and your first thought is of your guitar, so you grasp onto it as tightly as you can, hoping that Rodrick would save you, or at least cushion the fall… but he doesn’t, he moves out of the way.

You fall on your own, determined to keep a tight grasp on your beloved Pink Special while you dart past the steps and collide with the wooden floor below. You can hear muffled calls of your name, footsteps running around you. You can’t bring yourself to move from being so tired and every bone in your body is aching from being so active on stage.

“Vamp?!” You hear Eddie’s voice, which sounds like a plea as he kneels beside you and grasps onto your shoulders, he shakes them frantically but very quickly realises that it’s not helping you in the slightest.

He leans further down, placing the side of his face against the floor so that he’s face to face with you. Your eyelids are fluttering and you can just about see him, but even your vision is blurred and your eyes are fatigued so he looks like a wobbly blob with curly brown hair at the moment.

You feel Eddie’s rough fingertips touch your cheekbone and temple, soothingly rubbing your skin, but he pauses his movements when Rodrick speaks, “She’s cool, man - just give her a minute.”

You hear Eddie mumble angrily under his breath before he straightens his back and turns his upper half in the direction of Rodrick, “Does she look like she’s cool to you?!” He shrieks sarcastically.

Rodrick shrugs, awkwardly scratching the top of his head, “I dunno - but I’m not havin’ her in my bed, it’s reserved for - Maisy here,” he admits while gesturing towards his fuck-buddy for the night.

“It’s Daisy!” The girl sassily corrects him, crossing her arms before muttering ‘fuck this’ under her breath and leaving the circle of your friends, fans and Rodrick around you.

“Looks like she just cancelled her reservation for tonight,” Elektra jokingly states, though there is an undertone of hate in her voice.

“Stillllll, it’s a no,” Rodrick responds with a pop of his lips.

“Well she can’t just stay here on the floor all night, Rodrick!” Cherie, who is sat on the floor behind you, shouts worriedly up at Rodrick.

Rodrick shrugs, “I don’t have the time for this, my dad is back in the mornin’ for the gig tomorrow and everything has gotta be in order so I’ve gotta tidy shit up… just - get ‘er outta here,” he speaks like you laying on the floor after everything he’d done to you is not his problem, before turning away from you and proceeding to casually clear some glasses that had been left on the bar.

Despite how exhausted you are, you can just about see all the glares that Rodrick is being given by everyone around you… it is silent, nobody knows how to respond to his cruelty and lack of care towards you.

Eddie’s fingertips feel even hotter against your face from the anger and frustration that is radiating off of him. Your eyes flicker up at his larger frame that’s towering over you comfortingly, but no matter how comforted you are by his touch, or how tired you are, a tear falls from your eye and touches Eddie’s thumb on your cheekbone, which he immediately notices and unclenches his other hand that is balled into a fist and ready to punch Rodrick in the face. His facial features go from being hard with anger at the way that Rodrick had just spoken about you, to going soft at the sight of you so exhausted and hurt below him.

“E-ddie - I - I wanna go - home - please,” you manage to mumble before your glossy eyes slowly close and everything goes quiet, sending you into a deep sleep while you’re in the exact same position that you fell, on top of your Pink Special in the middle of the Hideout.

“As you wish, sweetheart.”

⎈ 🎸 ⎈

The sound of an engine soothes you in your sleep, along with the small bumps that are being driven over that rock you gently… that is until there’s a sudden bump that causes your upper half jolt forward slightly before falling back against the car seat.

“Shit,” you hear Eddie mumble under his breath.

You start to stir in your sleep and your eyelids slowly flutter open.

Your head is bowed down to your left, facing the driver’s seat, where Eddie is sat. He looks extremely concentrated, like he is trying desperately not to wake you by doing something stupid like driving too recklessly… which is entirely not in his nature because it is famously known around the town that he is a dangerous driver and has been issued with many warnings by Hawkins Police since he first got his licence.

The windows had been rolled open to let as much air in as possible, which has calmed your temperature down by a lot and is blowing your now dry hair away from your face. You slowly bring your hand up to your forehead, rubbing it while you watch Eddie drive.

He notices your movement and looks away from a familiar dark lane he’s driving down to get a small glimpse of you, “You had me - us worried y’know?”

You blink your eyes open wider, though they’re still half-closed, “Where - are we going?” You ask in a strained voice, furrowing your brows.

“‘M taking you home,” he answers, looking back at the road, “You fell off the stage, y’remember that right?”

Realisation spreads across your features as you recall your gig, playing your song for Eddie, Rodrick disqualifying Stake For My Valentine, falling off of the stage and asking Eddie to take you home. “Yeah - yeah, I remember,” you sigh, looking directly ahead of you at the road, recognising shops like Family Video and the community pool that you live nearby. He turns his van to the left into the block that you live in, which causes you to look at him quizzically.

Eddie chuckles, knowing exactly what you’re thinking, “Alyssa told me where you live - don’t worry, I’ve not been stalking you or anything.”

You hum in response… that makes sense.

While Eddie drives somewhat carefully, you take the time to look at your surroundings. You notice empty bags pretzels on the floor, tapes scattered everywhere around the van and a picture stuck to the rear view mirror of a pretty woman with dark curly hair just like Eddie’s, she’s holding a little boy in her arms on her lap… it must be an old photo of him and his mom - cute.

Eddie hits another bump accidentally which makes your knee that hit the amp move slightly, nudging it against the van door and making you wince quietly… now I can feel it - the pain.

“Shit shit shit,” Eddie curses at himself, hitting the steering wheel before glancing at your fishnets which are now ripped at your knee, “Sorry about that.”

You let out a strained huffing noise before examining your knee and the dried blood surrounding the wound right in the middle of your kneecap. You lazily slide your hand down your thigh, unknowing of Eddie’s eyes following it’s every move, to the open gash you’d gained from your fall.

“Don’t touch it!” Eddie squawks suddenly, taking a hand off of the steering wheel and swatting your hand away.

“Jeez,” you giggle uneasily before leaning back into your seat and focusing on Eddie driving again, “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you cared about me or somethin’,” you mumble softly, referring to his words from the other night with a small smug smile.

He looks at you knowingly as he brings his hand back to the steering wheel before shaking his head, exhaling and looking ahead of him, “I do actually - ‘s kinda annoying how much,” he mumbles under his breath.

“What did you say?” You ask, dumbfounded, because you were still slow and tired from the eventful night you’d had.

“Oh - nothin’,” he answers quickly, he takes another glance at your knee and gestures with his thumb over his seat to the back of his van, “I’ve got a first aid kit handy at the back we can use to clear your knee up when we get to your place so - just leave it alone for now, m’kay?”

You nod a little, “Okay,” you answer softly.

Watching Eddie drive, to your surprise, is so calming. You admire the way that his tongue is peeking past his lips in concentration, the way his hair blows in the wind and how he grips onto the steering wheel, his fingers overlapping his thumb because his hands are pretty big… they’d also look pretty nice wrapped around my ne- you notice him smiling at you finally answering him without you backchatting or making a sarcastic comment.

He senses your eyes on him, which makes his heart pound, so he takes a deep breath and is in the midst of turning his head to take another glance at the beautiful sight of you in his van again, causing you to quickly look away from him. Your sudden movement scares him and instinctively he looks back at the road, settling to just enjoying the feeling of you being beside him and maybe stealing a couple of glances at you as you continue to look around his van curiously.

He tries not to hyperventilate about the fact that you are beside him… in his van - alone. He’d not stopped thinking about you or your hands touching him since the moment you left him alone outside the Hideout… you’d been the one in his head, in his thoughts, in his dreams whenever he slept, ate, walked, worked - all the damn time. It was worse enough before he’d found out how it felt to kiss you, but now that he knew he was going crazy, so crazy that he found himself wrapping his hand around his cock every night to the thought of you… even thinking about what it would be like if you would just let him love you.

His thoughts are interrupted when he notices you turning your upper half to take a peek at the back of his van, which causes his eyes to widen, “Wait - wait, Vamp - I wouldn’t look back there if I were you-.”

You furrow your brows at him, looking at him being so incredibly suspicious right now, sweat is practically forming under his eyebrows, “Why not? You got a secret porn stash back there or somethin’?”

“No - j-just - don’t move your head too much, you’ll hurt it,” he stutters nervously.

“My head is already hurt,” you remind him with a hint of sass in your voice.

“Right,” Eddie sighs at himself before looking around the front of his van for anything to distract you with, “Oh - hey, I’ve got these cool stickers over here,” he points at his dashboard, where he’s messily stuck them by his radio, “The bat sticker is lucky,” he emphasises excitedly before his face falls when he notices you giving him a deadpan look. “Totally not interesting - uh - oh - what about some radio?”

“I’m looking, Eddie,” you state with a determined expression on your face.

Eddie’s Adam’s apple bobs up and down, coming to the realisation that you are not going to be distracted, “Okay, okay - just - don’t freak out.”

You smile at him, amused, as he focuses back on the road, staying awfully silent and keeping his mouth tightly shut… surely it can’t be that bad- you think as you turn your head, ignoring the pain that it causes you. Your eyes widen as you see it as clear as day, suddenly your knee and head is no longer the source of your hurt… it’s your Pink Special, placed gently on the navy backseat of Eddie’s van. It’s neck has been snapped away from it’s body and two of the strings are curled, no longer attached to their tuning pegs… your jaw falls open at the murder scene before you, “She’s- she’s-.”

“She’ll be fine,” Eddie interrupts you reassuringly, concern clear in his eyes - it’s such a genuine reaction that you believe that he understands your heartbreak for your guitar.

“Fine?” You retort, sarcasm oozing from your voice, “She’s been snapped in half!”

Eddie keeps his eyes on the road, turning right onto the road you live on which is just opposite of Lover’s Lake. “Yeah, you kinda - fell on her,” he informs you.

Your heart sinks, thinking about how you’d tried so hard to save her from the fall which makes tears start to well up in your eyes again, “Y-you mean - I - killed - her?” You tear your glassy eyes away from your guitar to look at Eddie…

How the hell is she gonna be fixed?

How the hell am I gonna play without her?

What the hell am I gonna do without her?

I can’t be a lead guitarist without a guitar.

Eddie gives you a reassuring smile, “Your Pink Special is gonna be rockin’ out with you again soon - trust me,” he tells you confidently, giving you eye contact that makes you want to take him for his word instantly.

You blink at him, your face blank with tears running down it and dropping onto your oversized t-shirt that’s now stained with your makeup mixed with your tear drops.

“You do trust me, right?” He asks, curiosity laced within his words.

You continue to blink at him as he drives around to your side of Lover’s Lake, near the woods. He doesn’t look at you so that he can concentrate on finding your home, and so that he can hide the disappointment in his face if you say no, “Yes - I think I do.”

After the shock of initially getting over the fact that you admitted that you do in fact trust him, a chuckle leaves his lips and he grins smugly at the road, “So close your eyes and trust me to get you home safe. Does that sounds good?”

Sounds perfect.

Without saying a word, you answer his question by shutting your eyes and relaxing into your seat by pressing your back right against it and nuzzling the side of your face against the fabric of the top of it.

After a few minutes pass, Eddie takes a sneaky glimpse of you, so relaxed that you’ve almost melted into the seat, a little smile spreads across his features, but he finds himself shaking his head, trying not to think about other circumstances where you could be sat beside him like this right now… like driving you home after a romantic diner and cinema date which would be topped off with a quickie at the back of his van… or taking you on a permanent roadtrip outta Hawkins and never looking back… just you, him and your guitars.

He takes a deep, sharp breath while forcing himself to drag his eyes away from you, which you can hear clearly - you steal a glimpse of him too with a timid smile on your lips before scrunching your eyes shut again.

“Home sweet home, sweetheart.”

That’s the second time he’s called me sweetheart… and I’ve not stopped him.

⇝ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐱

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆!!!!! 𝐈𝐭'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 <𝟑

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𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 👌👌

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ↯

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gllrimes · 10 months

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𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒐’𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈!

𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔:

I will be writing smut, fluff, comfort, and angst. I'm not experienced with writing as much as other writers are, so don't expect the best.

No sa or rape of any sort because we don't tolerate that.

No piss/shit/fart kinks ya dirty fucks.

No pedophilia. Age gaps only can consist of five years apart in my story's when 18+

No human servitude.

I write for any sexuality and any gender.

I do write drabbles and hcs.

I don't write agere/little space on this blog, I'll set up another blog for that!!

I don't care how old you are I can't stop you from reading my stuff 😕🙏🏻

Requests are open!!

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 & 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓

The Walking Dead:

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Negan Smith

Glenn Rhee

Ron Anderson

Enid Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Michonne Grimes

(Bonus: I might write for others too. Maybe Shane idk.)

The End Of The Fucking World:

Alyssa Foley

James (last name unknown)

Heartstopper:

Charlie Spring

Nick Nelson

Tao Xu

Elle Argent

Darcy Olsson

Tara Jones

Sahar Zahid

Issac Henderson

13 Reasons Why:

Clay Jenson

Hannah Baker

Justin Foley

Alex Standall

Jessica Davis

IT:

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Beverly Marsh

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlon

Henry Bowers

Patrick Hockstetter

Victor Criss

Belch Huggins

The Flash (IMDb):

Berry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Caitlin Snow

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Mattheo Riddle

Theodore Nott

Regulas Black

Stranger Things:

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Steve Harrington

Henry Creel

Eleven

Eddie Munson

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

Jennifer Jareau

Twilight:

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Jasper Hale

Alice Cullen

Rosalie Hale

Carlisle Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Jacob Black

Seth Clearwater

Esme Cullen

Thirteen:

Tracy Freeland

Evie Zamora

Mason Freeland

Melanie Freeland

Anne With An E:

Gilbert Blythe

Anne Shirley

Dianna Berry

Cole Mackenzie

Jerry Baynard

The Goldfinch:

Theodore Decker (older and younger)

Boris Pavlikovsky (older and younger)

The Turning:

Miles Fairchild

Kate Mandell

Flora Fairchild (NO SMUT)

When You Finish Saving The World:

Ziggy Katz

Lila

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Kit Walker

Lana Winters

Zoe Benson

Kyle Spencer

Cordelia Goode

Fiona Goode

Jimmy Darling

James Patrick March

Elizabeth/The Countess

Kai Anderson

Winter Anderson

Ally Mayfair-Richards

Austin Sommers

Mr. Gallant

Edward Mott

Rory Monahan

Shameless:

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Mandy Milkovich

Carl Gallagher

I Believe In Unicorns:

Davina

Sterling

Tokio Hotel:

Bill Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz

Georg Listing

Gustav Schäfer

Slashers/Halloween movies characters:

Max Dennison

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Sydney Prescott

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Kruger

Michael Myers

Jason Dean

Patrick Bateman

Brahms Heelshire

BONUS singers/actors/youtubers:

Sam Golbach

Colby Brock

Jake Webber

Albert (flamingo)

The Sturniolo Triplets

Finn Wolfhard

Noah Schnapp

And finally... ALEX TURNER 😋😋 (he's so husband material)

!!PLEASE USE THIS RESPECTFULLY AND WISELY!!

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oneirataxia-girl · 8 months

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oc halloween challenge 2023 ⇝ day two

Lights, Camera, Action! ft. modern celebrity!Raon

Jin Raon, or by her stage name Eyre Jin, is most known for her role as Alyssa Lee in the horror romcom Thirteen Times's the Charm, and her most recent work alongside former Disney kid Steve Harrington and Corroded Coffin's Eddie Munson. Eyre has also graced many magazines for her partnership with Adidas, and more recently, her possible flirtationship with her two co-stars of the classic romcom Niceties.

bonus:

Niceties is a clever take on the classic love triangle trope -- with the book-loving protagonist Felicity Park (Eyre Jin) falling for the equally studious Asher (Steve Harrington) and the gruff biker Zane (Eddie Munson), Niceties doesn't force Felicity to choose between the two equally attractive men but instead allows the love triangle to form a real triangle, by having all three of them enter a polyamorous relationship. Critics of the film may claim the ending to be unrealistic, but perhaps the actors of Niceties might be able to prove that poly relationships can have a happy ending, even in real life.

the enabler's call: @arrthurpendragon@hiya-itsamber@carmens-garden @shrinkthisviolet@slytherindisaster @daughter-of-melpomene-- want to be added? shoot me an ask!!

#ppl pls interact with this #i did not have to spend half my day tweaking the dimensions of the insta posts bc they were all just slightly not aligned but i did #i also did not have to make a goddamn poster for a spinoff fic of a series i haven't written a single word for yet but i also did that #also i wrote lore for this spinoff fic of a series i haven't written a single word for yet #what tf is wrong with me *sighs*#i think i need a bonk on the head bc if this is what i'm gonna do then i am never catching up to the correct day lol #oc: jin raon “eyre”#ship: stedon #fic: sullied reflections (of a soldier's mind)#alvita's edits #ohc2023 #ocappreciation #ocapp #fyeahstrangerthingsocs #fyeahocsofcolor #fyeahstocs #pococs #ochub

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mdanon027 · 2 years

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Ranger Twilight Princess. | Eddie Munson x FemaleReader

Masterlist

Summary | You invite your new “friend” home to finish your literature project, some diner and, D&D?

Word Count | 3896. (Sorry if it’s too long)

Warnings | outcasting mention, food (only mentioned), fluff+fluff+fluff (if I’m missing something, please let me know, so I can add if anyone feel uncomfortable)

Side Note: I don’t own any of Duffer Brothers characters, words, or narrative. This is only a reinterpretation and fiction based on the Stranger Things World they continue to develop. Also no repost is allowed. If you ever see this on another website, please let me know.

Character List: (All the names have a meaning, just to be extra :D)

Warrick -> Dad | Delia -> Mom | Regin -> Uncle/Godparent | Alyssa-> Aunt/ Godparent | Alexis -> Aunt/ Godparent

How can you describe your relationship with the Infamous Eddie Munson?

He had the Infamous part for sure, but only for the ones that dear to challenge him. Such as the stereotype groups that believe they were better than the ones with actual lives.

You had been classmates since this semester, but you had known of his existence from the moment you entered High School, it was until you shared classes when you started to take full knowledge of him.

At the beginning of the semester, you arrived late to your first class, literature, and you had no other choice than sitting at the back of the classroom.

As usual, Eddie was even later. So, he took a seat next to you.

It started with a quiet “hello” and a small wave.

Since that moment, you began to be “friends”.

Your “friendship” was… weird? Only hand waves, hellos, and “How you are doing?” or “How was your day?”.

You usually team up with him during this class, he had good skills on writing and narrating things. You made a great team.

He seemed like a cool kid, not afraid of speaking out loud his thoughts without being afraid of what people thought.

——

“Dad, I was wondering if a classmate… well it’s more like… we are actually becoming friends… but he is a nice dude… well he is kind of a friend… can come tomorrow night to finish the school project I talked about yesterday?” You said in a rush while stirring your food.

“Of course, my Ranger Twilight Princess, you know you can invite anyone you want to the house.” He said while looking at you. “Just remember that tomorrow your godparents are coming.”

“Yes, and we are having game night.” Said your mother serving more drinks to your glasses. “You can invite him for dinner, sweetheart.” She suggested while looking at your direction. “It’s always nice when you invite friends over, and if it gets late, we can drive him home or even stay in the guest room.”

——

Next day after lunch time, you decided to asked Eddie if he wanted to come your home.

“Hey, Eddie.” You said from behind his back.

“Oh, hey Y/N.” He said with a small smile in his face.

“I was wondering if we could finish the Literature project tonight. We are almost done, so we can have the weekend off.” You spoke. “My parents said that you can stay for dinner and if it’s got late we can drive you home or you can even stay in our spare room”. You said in a rush feeling heat in your face. “I mean, only if you are free today.” You added.

“Ok.” Eddie said quickly. “I mean, I can go to your house after, 5 o’clock? I have a meeting with my Hellfire.” He replied.

“Yeah!” You smiled. “Here you have the address.” As you passed him a cute post it with the directions he should follow. “See you later! Have a nice day Eddie.” You waved goodbye while running to your next class.

“Bye Y/N.” said Eddie waving back. He had the biggest smile and could fell his cheeks getting rosy.

It took him by surprise your invitation. You didn’t even give him the chance of thinking in a proper answer or to think on any excuse.

Eddie was kind of nervous on going to Y/N’s house. It’s being ages since someone other than Gareth and Jeff invited him to their home.

He thought that you would finish the project at the book library, like any other project you had worked on.

But Dinner? On Friday night? For him was a one in a lifetime opportunity.

More when was the home of someone that treated him like a person.

He grown fond with you. He may not speak as much with other people rather than his friends and sometimes, only sometimes, talk shit to people that were assholes.

But he was observant, he took the time to analyze his surroundings.

And he took notice on the things, he believed you liked.

The things he noticed about you, every time you arrived to classes where:

Walkman and Headphones.

A book.

A sketchbook.

And a warm hello when he arrived late.

He was curious of those features of yourself.

What music do you liked? You were always listening to it. Probably you had that in common. Where you into Pop, Rock, Metal, HipHop? Hoping that could be a topic of conversation.

What kind of book did you read? Fantasy? Sci-fi? Romance? Horror? Always with a fluffy cover case, to keep mystery on your beloved genres.

What kind of art you were making on that Sketchbook? Probably poetry? Or maybe writing fantasy? He knew you were good at writing. That’s the reason he strategically chooses you as partner on literature.

Or maybe you liked to draw? He knew you were on the Art Club. What they do on that club? Only sit around and draw? Your head was always sneaking and focused on that little sketchbook.

His new personal goal was to get to know you. In his mind, he didn’t understand why you were a nice person to him.

You weren’t an outcast, neither a popular kid. But you got along with Buckley and Harrington. He could instead Buckley, but Harrington? That douchebag? He didn’t understand the enigma behind you.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you during the rest of the day.

He was so nervous and had to finish the Hellfire meeting before the normal hour it always ended.

He wanted to do a good impression arriving at the agreed time. What for? He didn’t know. You already knew he was almost always late to arrive to almost every schedule appointment.

He drove his van slowly when he saw he was close to your house. Got parked and bell the door.

“Coming!” Was listened from the inside of the house. “Hi Eddie.” You said smiling back at him.

“Hi Y/N.” He greeted “It’s alright if I parked my van there?” Eddie asked while pointing to his vehicle.

“Yeah, it’s alright.” You said while letting him inside the house. “Welcome, you are in your house now.” You said while walk-in though the hall. “You want something to drink or eat?” You said getting close the stairs.

“No, I’m fine.” Eddie responded while looking your house, it was pretty. Well decorated and he assumed your parents had a really good job.

“Alright, let’s get upstairs to my room so we can finish soon.” You said guiding him up.

Once in your room, he was impressed with the inside.

You had some bookshelves with lots of books, a bed full of plushies and your walls full of posters, postcards, polaroids and drawings.

“Sorry for the mess, I tried to clean it as much as I could since yesterday.” You said while sitting on the floor with all the materials you would need.

“You haven’t seen mine.” Eddie said, while still looking his surroundings. “Wow, you have a lot of books.” He told you while getting close to the bookshelf. “You like Lord of The Rings?” He said looking the copy you had.

“I love it! It’s one of my parents’ favorite books, I can lend you my copies whenever you want. We have plenty of those in this house.” You spoke.

“You have a lot of fantasy books in here.” He said impressed.

“Yeah, at the moment it’s one of my favorite genres. But I’m open to everything. If you ever need or want a book, seriously you can ask me, probably my family got it.” You said while looking him really interested in your bookcase. “You can take to any book Eddie, really.” You told him while smiling.

“Oh! Thanks! You have lots of books that are usually out from the library. I will take your word.” He said while sitting next to you.

“Well, let’s start!” You said while opening your work sheets.

The next two hours passed quick. During the last weeks you had expended several hours working and getting to know each other.

You really believed Eddie was a nice a funny guy, the main reason to finally inviting him home, with the hope to become friends other than hellos during classes.

“Completely done! We are free!” Said Eddie while throwing the notebook away from him.

“We are finally over!” You said exited while stretching out your arms.

Eddie got up and stretch his legs.

“You like to draw?” Asked Eddie looking closely to your wall.

“Yep.” You answered still sitting on the floor next to your notebooks.

“You draw amazing. I didn’t know you had this talent.” He said while getting close to them.

“I mean, it’s not something I talk a lot.” You said while opening your pencil case. “I want to become an illustrator or something that let me draw for a living.”

“You are really talented.” He said while sitting next to you. “I’m honest about it. Now I understand why you are in the Art Club” he said while still looking at your bedroom walls. He noticed something that catches his sight. “You draw demons?” He said while crawling close and taking one of your drawings from your wall.

“More spooky things, I’m practicing. My godmother told me to draw her some. She wants to get tattooed one.” You said.

“Wow, it’s impressive, I want something like this for Hellfire, probably you could help me.” He said while keep looking close to the drawings.

“Of course, you can brainstorm me some ideas and we can do something about it.” You said looking for one of your many sketchbooks and some pencils. “What you have in mind?” You questioned.

“Are you serious?” He crawled fast close to you.

“Definitely. It’s going to be fun, and my first real customer.” You said with a grin on your face.

“Ok, ok. Let me think.” Answered Eddie. “Let me check my binder.” He said while looking through his annotations. “First things first. I want a Monster… or something spooky, like the demon you draw here.” He said passing you the drawing he took.

“Ok.” You said starting doodling. “And what else, what things you do in the club?” You asked while trying to figure out what to create.

“Ammmm…” Eddie mumbled. “We play D&D, probably you are not into it, but it’s a fantasy board game, it’s really dope!” He said excited. It wasn’t usual when someone asked him about that. “Probably you can join us next week! And see what we do, but only if you want to.”

“I know what it is, I mean, I don’t live under a rock. I may be at the back, in the shadows and almost an outcast, but I know what it is.”

You tell him joking. “I will love to come!” You said also exited.

Obviously, you knew about D&D, you had been playing that game home for years.

“Alright Alright. Moore.” He replied with a smirk. “Then, if you know that much, I’m thinking about some weapons.” He said standing up and started to have an imaginary sword fight. “Fushhh! Fushhh! Something like that.” He started to walk through you room while thinking. “And maybe some dices.” He brainstormed. “But not normal dices, we are no simple, we are cool kids.” He added.

“Ok. Ok. Mr. Munson.” You said while sketching the main idea. “Give me a moment, if you had anything more on mind, let me know.” You answered him. “And what else you do in the club Eddie?” You asked while focusing on the ideas he just gave you.

And Eddie started talking not stop during the next hour and a half.

You discovered he was a full fanboy of fantasy and music. It started with his favorite game, then to his favorite books and it ended with his favorite music.

It wasn’t a secret; his whole persona screamed the things he was passionate about.

One thing was seeing them from outside, but to listened by the one that had the interest was always amazing.

You started to deliver options, and between the two of you, the new image of the Hellfire Club was created. It was decided to add some bat wings, so it can be stablished that Eddie Munson was the Leader of the Group.

You got to known each other, more about him than you. He simply didn’t stop talking, Eddie was just happy to talk to a new friend.

It went like that for more time until you listened someone calling.

“Ranger, Dinner it’s almost served, come down!” Someone called downstairs.

“It’s time for Dinner Eddie, we can finish the details for Hellfire after.” You said getting up and stretching yourself once more.

“Are you sure there’s no problem on me staying for dinner?” Asked Eddie.

“Yeah, my parent where the ones with the idea of inviting you for dinner. We are probably having Pizza, Pasta and Salad. I hope you like any of that.” You looked at him and giving him a smile. “If it gets late, you can stay. There’s no problem.”

“Really? I don’t want to bother.” He was used to people calling him out, and he wasn’t going to risk himself after founding a new friend. He would prefer, if you wanted, to keep the new friendship out of your house.

“Don’t bother Eddie, my parents will like you. I just know it.” You said opening the door. “Let’s go!” You took his hand and going downstairs.

He was speechless, no one has ever held his hand other than his uncle when he was little.

He started to feel flushed about your actions.

And then he stated to over analyze how your parents would look like.

You seemed like a nice, well-behaved person. Probably your parents where the same. What would they think of him? Or the way he dressed? Or the way he speaks?

He didn’t have a lot to offer, he was just a person in his late late teens, that had faced some ups and even more downs during his life.

The few things he had was Wayne and himself.

Once downstairs, you could hear several people in the room.

“There she comes! The Ranger Twilight Princess decided to make act of presence.” Said Alexis.

The Ranger Twilight Princess? Who was that? It was you?

“It’s being ages since we saw you!” Said Alyssa getting you to a bear hug between her and Regin.

“I know, ages!” He said while mussing your hair.

“Yeah! It was like centuries since we last saw you.” Added Alexis while joining the group hug.

“But I saw you yesterday after school.” You said laughing in between the adults that were giving you love.

“We know, but you are our Princess, we always miss you.” Alyssa implied while giving you a kiss on your forehead.

“Aww. Such a lovely scene.” Said your father looking from the dining room while setting the table. “But you know what would be lovely, if you actually help me here and stop avoiding helping the poor old dad of the Ranger Princess.” He said while giving them a dirty look.

Eddie believed it was an indirect comment to him, so he decided to speak up.

“What can I help you up, sir?” He said looking nervous. Your dad turned his gaze to him smiling. “I’m Eddie, Y/Ns friend, by the way.” Holding his hand straight.

“Nice to meet you, Eddie. A pleasure.” Said your dad. “I’m Warrick, Y/Ns dad, by the way.” He said while winking and holding his hand back. “The comment wasn’t directed at you Eddie, was for this old people that just come to my house to eat.” He said almost shouting to the people that were hugging you.

“No problem, sir. If I can help, I’m happy to do it.” Actually, it was the first time he had ever done something like that. Most of the time he was alone in the trailer, Wayne spends all his time working for giving a proper life for Eddie.

“I will take your word Eddie, and don’t call me sir, you made me feel older than I really are.” And he led de way to the kitchen.

“Sweetheart, this is Eddie. Y/Ns friend.” Said Warrick while taking another bowl for the dining table. “He offered help; I leave you in good hands Eddie.” He said while leaving.

“Lovely to meet you Eddie, I’m Delia.” She said while taking the pasta out the oven. “Can you close the ovens door, please?” She asked him.

“Of course, and it’s also a pleasure meeting you ma’am.” He said while getting closer to the oven.

“Don’t forget to be careful, it’s hot.” She told him, before looking for some cutlery. “We are happy you came for diner today; Y/N had told us about you.” She said while smiling at him.

Did you talk about him to your parents? What kind of stuff did you told them about him?

“Really?” Asked Eddie surprised.

“Yes, she said you are really creative and that you are good writing.” She told him. “It’s always nice when Y/N invite her friend over. They are not as many, but all of them had been good kids. You are welcome here whenever you want.” She stated.

“Ok, Eddie, lets get this to the table, so we can finally take seats.” Dalia told him.

Eddie took the warm pasta, was set on the table, and he stated to listening to the conversation you had with the other adults that were joining to diner.

“Have you seen Roger Taylor recently?” Asked Alexis.

“Yes! He is so damn handsome!” You said fangirling over the member of your favorite band. “He is so attractive! His beautiful face and blonde hair! I can even believe that man it’s real! We must be grateful with the universe that let us live in the same planet and time with him!” You said all exited and giggling while holding hands with Alyssa.

She could only laugh at the two of you head over heels for that man.

“And let’s not forget, he also looks cute as a woman.” Said Regin from afar, setting the last details on the table. “Really beautiful face, isn’t it Warrick?” He asked your father.

“Yeah, really pretty that dude.” He said looking at his daughter suspicious, after all, he was still your father. “He is a handsome man, but he is too old for you Ranger.”

“But he is even younger than us, she needs to have vision.” Said Alyssa joking.

“Can you stop encouraging my daughter on taking looks over a really old man for her?” Said your mother entering the dining room.

So, you also liked music, and a pretty decent band for his likes.

And Roger Taylor was your type? He now understood why you were friends with Harrington.

Your type was “pretty face” dudes.

“Everything it’s ready, you can take seat.” Delia told all of you.

Everyone got sit down the table and the dinner started.

“This is Eddie, it’s a friend from school.” You said while taking seat next to him.

“Hi Eddie, you are very welcome.” Alyssa said.

“Nice meeting you all.” Eddie answered, a little intimidated by having the attention of your family.

“You already meet my parents, they are Regin, Alyssa and Alexis. They are my parents’ friends and my uncles slash godparents.” You said introducing them.

“Hi Eddie, we hope you don’t get scared with us. We are normally really loud.” Said Alexis.

“No problem, I’m pretty loud myself.” Eddie said.

“And what things you like Eddie?” Said your mom while serving the pizza slices.

“Well… I like music, I play the guitar in band and… I don’t know if you know about D&D?” He asked.

“You are a freak?” Warrick asked, happily.

Eddie was used to people judging him by his hobbies, but he never thought that your parents and their friends will be as judgmental.

“Well, I think so. That’s how they call me.” He answered in dismay.

“Welcome to the club mate!” Said Regin, raising his hand to give him a high-five.

“What?” Eddie muttered, while giving the high-five in return.

“Yeah! Welcome to the club!” Alexis cheer.

——

Your parents had you when they were relatively young, almost a teen pregnancy.

Your godparents where their three closest friends, the ones they used to fan and geek around during their teens.

You grew up in a house full of fantasy, sci-fi and music environment.

The adults around you, simply show you how to enjoy the things that passionate you.

Every last Friday of each month, they reunite to have a “party night” to play Dungeons & Dragons, listen to music, read books or have movies marathons.

As the only child in their lives, you where include on all their plans, being the Ranger Twilight Princess, they practically raised you to being a fangirl.

——

“Ranger, why didn’t you told us before?” Said Delia, finally taking seat in the main table.

“Well, it’s the first time I ever invited Eddie to the House.” You said while smiling to Eddie.

“We are playing a campaign tonight; you can join us.” Said Alyssa. “We were about to start a new one, the last one our Little Ranger was the Master.” Said cheerful.

“What?” Respond Eddie, he was smiling but at the same time really confused. “Little Ranger?” He said looking directly to you.

“Yeah, here you have our Ranger Twilight Princess, Level 17. It’s her 2nd Character.” Said Warrick while mussing your hair. “Our Wizard Rainbow Princess it’s long gone.” He said fake crying.

“You play D&D and you didn’t told me?” Eddie says faking indignation. But in reality, he was unexplainable excited and happy about the new information in his brain.

“I told you I didn’t live under a rock…” you said smiling at him.

“Wizard Rainbow Princess?” Asked Eddie with a grin in his face.

“It’s a long story.” You answered, feeling a little embarrassed.

“It’s not that long, let me tell you…” said Delia.

——

And that was how to the night went.

Your family really liked Eddie, it reminded them when they were young. They could see themself while growing up.

Eddie really didn’t imagine playing D&D outside his friends. And now he makes new ones.

Now he was invited to the monthly meetings, and even they even offer their help for his Hellfire meetings.

He couldn’t describe how happy he felt at that moment, and how the way the adults in your live treated you.

They were what he wanted to be while growing up.

He had never seen adults, with “real works” and life’s “figured it out”, getting excited over the things they liked.

Except for Wayne when he got new cups.

He feared getting old and stop enjoying the things that make him happy.

Eddie got to know a lot more of you, the things you liked, and he was on full ecstasy. He never imagined you would be like that.

On your daily basis, you seated back in class, with good grades, very calm people.

But when he saw you on your theme, you were fire.

That was the only way to describe you. Fire.

You where funny and mostly an amazing person.

He was sure this was the beginning of unbreakable friendship.

✨ ✨ ✨

Autor’s Note: I know I said my last fanfic was my first and probably last fanfic I will ever write. But I felt inspired. It took me centuries to write, it was written at any free time or when any idea that came to my mind.

I see myself a little with the reader, (specially with the books, drawings and that Queen its actually my favorite band) my parents are NOT fangirl o fanboy, but they have always being really supportive with the things that I’m passionate about. So, I had been a fangirl my whole life.

If you had any recommendations, they are well received.

Also, please be honest if you like it or nah. Any comment will help for future personal writing skills. And if you see any misspelling, I’m sorry, I already reread it several times, and English it’s not my first language.

#Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson imagine #Eddie Munson OneShot #Eddie Munson #Stranger Things Fluff #Stranger Things x reader #Stranger Things x y/n #Stranger Things x you #Stranger Things imagine #Stranger Things OneShot #Stranger Things #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #fluff

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formerly, kiissme. penned by, Y V E. 30s. she/her. SMUT CENTRIC but not exclusively. low activity. semi-selective. most muses are 30+. no minors engage and will be blocked on sight. no personals, pls. discord on request. under construction.

wanna interact? opens ! — memes ! — muse list ! — wanted plots ! — wanted opposites !

be sure to read the rules. ( when I write them )

Where in the world is (👉ﾟヮﾟ)👉 y v e ?

@whisperstemptations ( fandomless multimuse - you are here! ) @ofashesandthorns ( got / historical - margaery tyrell ) @qveenofnoise ( stranger things / fandom based - jane bardot ) @quinntessentialmuses ( joe quinn muses, wip. ) @corrodedmaster ( stranger things based - eddie munson, wip. )

IN QUEUE — 14 / 33

mobile muse list under the cut !

💋 — FAYE BROOKES, OG, 36, bisexual, journalist, karen gillan fc. 💋 — FAYE BROOKES, CEO, 46, bisexual, publisher, lotte verbeek fc. 💋 — FAYE BROOKES, 30s, bisexual, historical lady, eleanor tomlinson fc. 💋 — FAYE BROOKES, 40s, bisexual, historical countess, lotte verbeek fc. 💋 — SHEILA BROOKES, 59, hetero, english teacher, michelle fairley fc. ( non-romantic ships ) 💋 — PATRICK BROOKES, 64, hetero, construction foreman, gary lewis fc. ( non-romantic ships ) 💋 — JERRY BROOKES, 60, hetero, pub owner, john hannah fc.

💋 — ALYSSA MITCHELL, 30s, bisexual, criminal lawyer, amy manson fc. 💋 — KEITH MITCHELL, 30s, hetero, detective, sam heughan fc.

💋 — LYDIA COLLINS, 40s, bisexual, bookshop owner / author, laura fraser fc.

💋 — CHARLIE CLARK, 30s, hetero, music journalist, matt smith fc. 💋 — NATHAN COLE, 30s, hetero, craftsman, joseph quinn fc.

💋 — ELLIE MATTHEWS, 30s, bisexual, graphic designer, felicity jones fc. 💋 — LIAM JACKSON, 40s, hetero, CEO of family oil, josh henderson fc. 💋 — JADE HART, 30s, bisexual, assistant to FAYE BROOKES, kat dennings fc.

💋 — FELICITY HARRINGTON, 40s, bisexual, actress, natalie dormer fc. 💋 — ALISHA KNIGHT, 40s, bisexual, heart surgeon, freema agyeman fc. 💋 — JEONG-EUN KWON, 40s, hetero, CEO of father's company, hyun bin fc. 💋 — BRYAN ALEXANDER, 40s, hetero, college professor, chris evans fc. 💋 — SANTIAGO BARRERA, 40s, hetero, artist and professor, diego luna fc. 💋 — RICHARD LIVINGSTON, 40s, hetero, duke / royal, henry cavill fc. 💋 — KURT BAKER, 40s, hetero, private investigator, dan stevens fc. 💋 — CHERYL ABBOTT, 20s, bisexual, young actress, sydney sweeney fc. 💋 — SCOTT WEST, 40s, hetero, talent turned talent manager, idris elba fc. 💋 — ABIGAIL CHAMBERLAIN, 20s, bisexual, preacher's daughter, lili reinhart fc.

💋 — CARVER ASHFORD, 50s, hetero, architect, timothy olyphant fc. 💋 — JASON ASHFORD, 30s, hetero, chef, joe keery fc.

💋 — ALICE ASHE, 40s, bisexual, brothel madame, natalie portman fc. 💋 — VIOLET DARLING, 30s, bisexual, escort, lily james fc.

💋 — TRIXIE HOLMES, 40s, bisexual, corporate lawyer, january jones fc. 💋 — ROXY WRIGHT, 20s, bisexual, OF content creator, josephine langford fc.

💋 — JOHNNY BARRETT, 50s, hetero, rock legend, jeffrey dean morgan fc. 💋 — JOY BARDOT, 30s, bisexual, law secretary, brianna howey fc. 💋 — JANE BARDOT, 20s, bisexual, aspiring singer, danielle campbell fc.

💋 — LUISA GUERRA, 30s, bisexual, influencer / business owner, melissa barrera fc. 💋 — DANIELA GUERRA, 20s, bisexual, investor, camila mendes fc.

💋 — MARK SPENCER, 40s, heterosexual, college dean / headmaster, tim downie fc.

#💋 — pinned !!!!

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crybabytecrs · 1 year

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M U S E S

FEMALES / without fandom

・❥・VALERIE | [19-25] | madelyn cline ・❥・HAILEE | [19-26] | emily alyn lind ・❥・BROOKLYN | [19-25] | maia reficco ・❥・EMORY | [21-26] | sydney sweeney ・❥・DELILAH | [20-25] | kathryn newton ・❥・VICTORIA | [20-25] | abigail cowen ・❥・VIOLET | [18-25] | lily rose depp ・❥・OPHELIA | [20-26] | kristine froseth ・❥・AURORA | [19-26] | dove cameron ・❥・AYLEEN | [19-26] | jenna ortega ・❥・CASSIDY | [19-24] | hailee steinfeld ・❥・NOVA | [19-24] | grace van dien ・❥・JORDYN | [19-25] | natalia dyer ・❥・BLAIR | [20-27] | alexa demie ・❥・MADDIE | [18-24] | katie douglas

MALES / without fandom

・❥・LOGAN | [20-26] | benjamin wadsworth ・❥・MILES | [21-29] | drew starkey ・❥・AIDEN | [20-26] | jacob elordi ・❥・ELIJAH | [21-26] | rudy pankow ・❥・NOLAN | [20-25] | ross lynch ・❥・VINCE | [20-25] | gavin casalegno ・❥・FYNN | [21-27] | timothée chalamet ・❥・NIC | [20-26] | chase stokes ・❥・JUSTIN | [21-28] | thomas doherty ・❥・TONY | [34-42] | chris evans ・❥・MILO | [19-24] | joe kerry ・❥・JESSE | [21-30] | dylan o'brien ・❥・AARON | [22-29] | tyler posey ・❥・CHASE | [20-27] | cody christian ・❥・BENJI | [19-26] | christopher briney

FEMALES / with fandom

MALES / with fandom

— my fandom muses are usually just for rp’s on discord, means i probably wont use them in threads on tumblr. but still, if you’re feeling like doing a canon x oc just ask!!

FEMALES / canon

MALES / canon

#𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬. [-𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬.]

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asyouwish-1 · 1 year

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Character List:

Characters Who I Will Write For! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Avatar: The Way of Water:

Jake Sully

Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite

Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan

Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan

Ao'nung

Criminal Minds:

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

David Rossi

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Elle Greenaway

Enola Holmes:

Sherlock Holmes

Viscount Tewksbury

Enola Holmes

Fantastic 4:

Johnny Storm

Susan Storm

Reed Richards

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Sirius Black

Cedric Diggory

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

Mattheo Riddle

Theodore Nott

Regulus Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Remus Lupin

The Marauders

Hunger Games:

Katniss Everdeen

Gale Hawthorne

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

IT:

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Stanley Uris

Richie Tozier

Henry Bowers

Mike Hanlon

Ben Hanscom

Labyrinth:

• Jareth

Marvel:

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Bruce Banner

Clint Barton

T’Challa

Shuri

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Peter Quill

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World:

Scott Pilgrim

Ramona Flowers

Shameless:

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Fiona Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Jim Hopper

Eleven

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Jonathan Byers

Max Mayfield

13 Reasons Why:

Hannah Baker

Clay Jensen

Justin Foley

Monty De La Cruz

The Babysitter:

Melanie Cyrus

Cole Johnson

Bee

Phoebe Atwell

The End of The Fucking World:

James

Alyssa

The Lost Boys:

David

Dwayne

Marko

Paul

Michael Emerson

The Princess Bride:

Buttercup

Westley

Inigo Montoya

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Xavier Thorpe

X-Men:

Alex Summers

Scott Summers

Charles Xavier

Erik Lehnsherr

Logan Howlett

Peter Maximoff

Hank McCoy

Mystique

Storm

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Leave requests for who you would like to see me write for!

-Hal

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shady-the-simp · 2 years

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Ask box is CLOSED, but feel free to say hi or talk!

PSA: I don’t control wtf you do on the internet, i’m not your mommy. But, if you see one of my fics and one of the warnings will make you uncomfortable, don’t read it. Also, minors, please don’t interact for your own sake

Anons: 🌙☀️, Roman

Masterlist

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I write for all pronouns, specify in your ask which you want! If not specified or your pronouns aren't listed in your account, it will be gender neutral

If i’m not comfortable writing what you’ve asked, it will be ignored. If you want to know if you’ve been ignored, check my masterlist the next day, i add every ask there asap

Who I write for:

Chuckle Sandwich

Certain Slashers (Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, the Sinclair brothers, Herbert West, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Billy Lenz, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire, Charlie Walker, Patrick Bateman)

Some stranger things (Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, robin Buckley, Nancy wheeler, Johnathan byers, Billy Hargrove)

Certain band members (Kurt Cobain, Kirk Hammett, Saul “Slash” Hudson, Axl Rose)

Some AHS (Tate Langdon, Violet Harmon, Kit Walker, Kai Anderson, Jimmy Darling, Kyle Spencer[both before and after resurrection], James Patrick March)

Loki Laufeyson & Tom Hiddleston

Joseph Quinn

Alex (adult world)

Some dbd killers (Danny, Michael, joey)

Tangerine (Bullet Train)

The Walking Dead (Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith, Rick Grimes, Carol Peletier)

The Lost Boys (Paul, Marko, Dwayne, David)

Jack Thurlow (Jack Goes Home)

Gabriel (Gabriel 2014)

Clyde (Electrick Children)

Danny Cooper (Intruders 2015)

Ollie Sway (Song of Sway Lake)

Good Omens (Crowley, Aziraphale)

ViewAskewnverse (Jay, Silent Bob, Randall, Dante, Alyssa)

Motley Crue (Nikki, Tommy, Mick, Vince)

(Thats all I can think of for now. Please feel free to ask questions!)

What I won't write:

Child x adult smut

Zoophile

Furries (idk how it works)

Piss and shit kinks, foot fetishes, etc.

Suicide (it brings up some shitty memories)

This blog is a safe place. Racists, homophobes, etc, Get lost!

-Kai <3

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meet-me-backstage · 1 year

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🜸

𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🎸 Virgin!Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Band rivalry occurs - you vs. Eddie, Stake For My Valentine vs Corroded Coffin.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞 🎸 6.2K words (grab a drink and a snack, it’s a helluva ride)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞 🎸 bad language, a sexual innuendo oop, mention of smut, alcohol and mention of it, mention of drugs.

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 <𝟑

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 ⎈ 𝟐𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 ⎈ 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓

‘I’ve got it on my mind to change my ways-’

Sweat dripped in several trails from your forehead down to your chin, it fell in droplets onto the black cracked wooden planks that formed a raised platform - a stage.

A stage you felt at home on, like it belonged to you. Years worth of your blood, sweat and tears had seeped into it - literally, you’d claimed it as yours the moment the first drop of your sweat collided with it, like a scent that would deter others of the thought of taking it from you.

You'd claimed it, The Hideout, two years ago, nearing the beginning of your senior year at Hawkins High. The run-down, isolated bar was like the Rainbow In The Dark to your Dio, the Spiral Architect to your Black Sabbath, the bats head to your Ozzy - it was a place that very quickly became home to you, Elektra, Cherie and Alyssa… the girls that played alongside you every night.

You met them at school - Elektra and Cherie first in Mrs Click's class, they both sat in front of you, next to each other. It was fate, the three of you sitting so close - or maybe it was just the fact that you were all left out. Alyssa was in the year below, Elektra’s little sister, who would sit join you in the cafeteria on your assigned table. A table that everyone else steered clear from.

All through middle and almost four years of high school you hadn’t found your people - the ones who could just catch a glimpse of you and know what you were thinking, feeling, whether you were down in the dumps or on cloud nine. You’d had a pretty shitty and tough experience throughout your time at school, you’d spent a lot of time being picked on by the likes of the popular crowd. You gradually learnt to enjoy your own company at school and developed a ‘fuck them all, they’re all the same anyway’ mindset… until you met the future members of your band.

You just knew that Elektra, Cherie and Alyssa were your people, and it wasn’t just because they had a similar style to yours, wore their hair messy, their dark clothes often crinkled, ripped or untucked, exuding an ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude towards school. It was from the moment that the grade A asshole of the class, Derek Hagan, told them to ‘shut up’ upon hearing them whisper about the new Iron Maiden album, ‘Live After Death’. Elektra and Cherie turned around, synchronised, and shot a cold stare and a flip of the bird his way before Cherie uttered with attitude, ‘why don’t you shut the fuck up, Hagan?’ - you were sold.

And after countless heated conversations full of passion for your deep love for music, specifically metal music, and how playing it felt like an escape from the dull town full of people who misunderstood you and treated you like crap for it… the band was formed.

⎈ 🎸⎈

‘We’ll make them worship us - they’ll be down on their knees begging more and more for our kinda music,’ you state confidently, enthusiastically with your hands balled into fists and slamming them down onto the cafeteria table, alerting everyone casually eating their lunch.

While they all glared, your three dear metal heads sat with you are mesmerised, they have a gleam in their eye and are entirely inspired by you, ‘We’re in!’ They squeal in unison before reaching their hands out for you to shake.

⎈ 🎸⎈

The sweat that hadn’t soaked into the stage fell onto the microphone you held with a tight grip, making your hand even more clammy.

You soaked the feeling of being on your stage up, the final moments - when everybody is on autopilot, limbs numb from moving wildly to the music, mouths tired from screaming.

‘But I don’t think I can be anything other than me.’

Your eyes scan the crowd of about twenty people as you sang your final line in a low drawl.

Here tonight were the usual locals that came for the Hideout itself rather than your show and hung around the bar. About fifteen were stood directly in front of you and your undivided attention was focused on them.

You slowly bent over to be level with the eyes of your small, but devoted audience that you’d built through hard graft, gigs that you put your all into every night without fail. Bending your knees, focusing for a moment on controlling them and not letting them shake from tiredness or adrenaline, your eyelids fluttered open to be met with an unfamiliar pair of brown eyes.

Usually you recognised everybody here. Keith, the Hideout’s owner, Rodrick, Keith’s son who had been obsessed with the idea of getting into your pants since the very first time you walked into the bar - Troy, Lisa, Joan, Paul, Victoria… that one drunkard who tends to throw dollar bills at the stage, the few creeps who would eye you down from the bar.

You’d had at least one interaction, good or bad, with everyone here.

So a new-comer easily stood out to you, instantly making you intrigued as to who this person was.

As far as you can tell under the dim, flickering light of the bar, it’s a man with a sort of… boyish look, a brunette with long curly hair. Even with the weak light shining over him, he had a twinkle in his doe-like eyes that only seemed to gleam brighter when he noticed you were looking at him too - in fact, his jaw practically dropped down to the floor.

You continued to stare at him with half-lidded eyes through the few people who stood in front of him, like you were a missile and he was your assigned target.

He was frozen while everyone else threw their arms and heads around frantically to the rhythm of Alyssa on the drums, the groove of Cherie on the bass and the melody of Elektra on rhythm guitar being played in unison behind you.

You shot the gazing newbie a side-smirk.

He’s probably creaming his pants right now, you think. Arrogant, you know, but you were perfectly aware of the power you beheld as the lead singer and guitarist of Stake For My Valentine. That fact alone acted as a gravitational pull in a place like the Hideout - because nowhere else were you so carefree and wild… a free spirit - just… yourself.

You stood out like you did at school, out and about in Hawkins. But here, at this dingy bar - it was so different, everyone stared in awe rather than in judgement. The people in here wanted you, your presence, your music… having that knowledge, it made you feel like an iconic figure in this little bar - like the metal queen of the Hideout, and you loved it.

The thought alone suddenly sent a final boost of adrenaline through every vein in your exhausted body, your aching neck because of the strain of your personalised guitar strap with a lightning bolt patch sewed onto it, digging into it. You swiftly and messily twirl, banging your head wildly and stomping your boot-clad feet as your hand flies to the neck of your beloved beauty of an electric guitar. You took a deep breath, about to shred an epic, improvised guitar solo as if you hadn’t been teasing a stranger with your eyes mere seconds ago.

You thrust your hips against the guitar you’d dedicated years of your life too. You’d been a little metal star with a guitar by your side ever since your fourth birthday.

Your fingers learnt to move faster and faster to the point where they now moved as speedily as the speed of lightning. You played full of passion with your bottom lip tucked behind your teeth, face scrunched up and hips pushed forward while the guitar unleashed angelic and harmonious screeches that, if it were possible, would pierce a hole through the Hideout’s roof, reaching the sky.

The notes flew out of you in a rapid flow - it was a feeling that you couldn’t get enough of and didn’t ever want to end, but you guessed that you had to round the gig off in a matter of a few minutes as you could see Keith beside the stage through your peripheral vision. He usually tapped on his watch with a finger, gesturing for us to round up for the night. Tonight you were entirely too lost in the music, it was as if you were a puppet controlled by strings, the master being your guitar.

Keith was shaking his head, becoming frustrated with you - you could just feel it, but the feeling of euphoria from your solo was so much stronger.

You smile with closed eyes, appearing to be under a powerful spell difficult to be pulled out of.

“Time to round up - Vampire Slayer! Time is up!” Keith shouts over the amp plugged to your guitar, but his voice is still muffled - only you could hear it and decide if you were going to listen to him or not.

You could also feel Elektra, Alyssa and Cherie’s eyes bore into the back of your head, frustrated, but trying to keep cool in front of the small crowd watching your fingers in a hypnotised gaze.

“Vampire Slayer!” Keith shouts again.

I suppose I should round this up. Finally, a more responsible thought manages to creep into your brain in the mix of thoughts of all things metal music and guitars and - holy shit, this is the best solo I’ve played in ages!

You didn’t want to get on Keith’s bad side, especially when Stake For My Valentine’s nightly gig slot was entirely in his hands and he could take it away from you whenever he wished. You swallowed a sudden unsettled feeling towards the ‘backstage’ discussion you usually had with him every night and rounded off your solo on a gentle and drawn out high note that faded into the electrical sound of the metal strings vibrating and the amp, to complete silence.

There were some blank faces, mouths formed in an ‘O’ shape - I guess I’ve never played that hard before in front of them. You clear you throat, easing your aching lungs before stepping towards the mic and speaking in a breathy voice, “Stake - For My Valentine - see you tomorrow, lovers.” You then swing your guitar by its strap over your shoulder to rest against your back, a trick you learnt at home after many failed attempts and breakdowns after almost damaging your baby.

Then you, Elektra, Alyssa and Cherie all share fleeting glances before starting to walk your way towards the three steps at the side of the stage. You are stopped in your tracks, your head quickly turns to face the audience again at sudden sounds of messy thudding and continuous squeaks of sneakers colliding against the floor.

You squint your eyes, focusing on some movement towards the back of the sparse crowd. You notice the curly-haired, twinkly doe-eyed brunette from before jumping up and down with three other newbies - friends of his, you assume.

“Most - metal - ever!” They chant with uncontrolled excitement, an outburst, completely making up for how silent they’d been during the gig.

Was this their first gig ever? The question crossed your mind as you stared, still entirely focused on them while the rest of the crowd’s cheers were muffled to you.

The twinkly doe-eyed newbie, once him and his friend’s spurt of enthusiasm had died down, turned his head, catching eyes with you again before seemingly panicking at your returned gaze and erratically turning back to the other newbies, who you now noticed, were all wearing the exact same shirt as him with a devil and horns on it - you were too far away to read the writing on them.

When you noticed that his friends were pointing at you with over-exaggerated looks on their faces you broke your gaze away from that area and shot a charming smile at the familiar faces before resuming your way off of the platform, down the steps.

“What was that?” You hear in a weak whisper behind you, it was Elektra, she’d caught up with you, her front brushing your back every few moments as you both walked.

You shrug your shoulders, a trace of a smug smile starting to form on your lips, “Just some new-comers - I’m pretty sure they’ve never been to a gig before, judging by their starstruck faces - how lame is-.”

“What are you talking about?” She asks, tired and frustrated, her whole body probably aching from playing guitar too.

You look over your shoulder at her as you walk, “What are you talking about?”

Elektra shrugs casually for a moment before moving even closer, her lips by your ear, “Oh - I don’t know, maybe the part where you and your guitar should’ve gotten a room?”

“What can I say? Pink Special and I have more than a decades’ worth of chemistry - the tension got pretty intense - don’t know what came over me,” you joke, giggling breathlessly.

Cherie overhears yours and Elektra’s back and forth… being not only the bassist of the group, but also the excitable ‘loose cannon’ who just about defended you in every band discussion, about lyrics, keys, solos - everything. She planted her hands abruptly on yours and Elektra’s shoulders, startling you both, “Rock on, Vamp - you really did slay the audience tonight!”

You glance Elektra’s way, giving her a smug smile with a tilt of your head as if to say ‘I told you so’.

Elektra playfully glared at you in response before turning her attention to Cherie, “While it was metal, I admit - it could also jeopardise our deal with - Keith.”

Keith's features were strained, serious, making his wrinkles more prominent than usual. His demeanour was unlike his usual easy-going one.

You shrug it off and smile, “Hi Keith.”

He doesn’t mirror the smile the you’d given him, choosing to remain cold - a side of him you’d never seen before, and you’d crossed a line or two in the years that you’d been playing at the Hideout.

“Backstage - now. I want to have a word with you,” he states before looking over your shoulder between Elektra, Cherie and Alyssa with a raised brow, “All of you.”

His stare lingers on you before turning his back on you, walking towards the bar, probably to grab a drink to psyche himself up for whatever he had to say.

“Told you,” Elektra mumbles under her breath.

“Way to go Vamp - you really did it this time,” Alissa pipes up, rolling her eyes.

With a now clear path to the private room dedicated to Stake For My Valentine, you walk, hearing them continue to grumble about your epic guitar solo’s potential consequences.

‘What if we get kicked off? No other venues would ever book us - we’re so screwed.’

You turn smoothly on your heel right in front of the door labelled ‘S.F.M.V’ with red tape, ignoring the ache of every bone in your body. You moved so quickly that the girls behind you almost collided with your chest, creating an almost fallen domino effect.

They back themselves up slightly, gathering their balance and blinking at you.

“Hang on a second - we haven’t even heard what Keith has to say yet so please, will you just - chill out a little bit - jeez,” you state coolly while their blank stares turn more into disbelief at how calm you were in the given situation, “C’mon, let’s sit down, have a drink - maybe smoke a joint… we played a great goddamn gig, we deserve it,” you add with a cheeky grin before grunting as you push yourself against the old door, giving it a nudge to get it open.

The room was messy, mainly because most of the time that you spent in here was when you were exhausted from playing a show, drunk or hungover after having shot after shot with Rodrick or high and sleeping. There were empty beer cans, clothes, paper, more cans and guitar plectrums scattered on the floor - stains from constant spillage of drink on the bohemian-style rug in the centre of the room, there was even a burn mark on it from a previous after-show shindig.

Despite its messiness and complete lack of organisation, it felt like your forever home. It was a safe space for you and your friends, a place you could go to escape from things when it would all get too much outside of the Hideout, at home mainly because your parents gave you a lot of slack for dropping out of senior year just months before graduation and dedicating your life to music, they also didn’t exactly approve of your choice to play there every night but hey-ho - it was your life, not theirs.

You threw yourself onto the scratched and torn brown leather couch once you’d set your shell pink and crimson Fender Stratocaster electric guitar with a beautiful maple wood wood neck against the wall. The guitar’s pastel pink part of it’s body had been personalised by you with a few doodles of broken hearts in red pen, you also wrote ‘GIRLS BITE BACK’ in the same red ink by the hearts. You named your guitar the Pink Special when you were only ten and the name just stuck.

You immediately feel the effect of wildly throwing yourself around on stage for an hour and thirty minutes, and melt into the couch.

The others join you, but sit closer to each other than to you.

You blew quiet raspberries and picked up a few unopened cans of beer, passing them along to Elektra, who passed on to Alyssa, to Cherie - the cycle continued until you had your own beer, casually taking a sip of it every so often.

“I guess this isn’t as bad as the times Keith caught you fucking Rodrick in here,” Elektra says with a snort.

You gasp, reaching for a pillow, threatening to chuck it at her, “Hey - that was a one time-!”

All of them raise their brows at you at the word ‘one’ leaving your mouth, knowing it was a blatant lie.

“Two time - thing. ‘S never gonna happen again”

You could tell that they still didn’t believe you. The truth was, you and Rodrick got extremely drunk one night last month. All you can remember was gazing him down during a gig like you did the doe-eyed newbie tonight - Rodrick also melted under your stare. You’d always innocently flirted, ever since your very first gig at the Hideout, the night you met. It was playful, a joke - and yeah, he was kinda cute, a goofy metal head with floppy brown hair and dark brown eyes often outlined with black eyeliner who could also play the drums, but that wasn’t the point - you’d had one too many tequila shots.

You remember making out with him and then boom - after that, your mind was completely blank. You woke up half-naked in the arms of a totally naked Rodrick - together you picked up the missing pieces of the night before and came to the conclusion that you had gotten off on his fingers and thigh. The conversation had got him going and you ended up on your knees, sucking him off - the first time you’d ever done that to anyone and Keith walked in on you doing it to his son… to say it was awkward would be the biggest understatement and Keith told you that if he ever saw you and Rodrick doing anything like that again, Stake For My Valentine would never play at the Hideout again.

You ended up having sex with Rodrick a week later - it was your first time… ever. You couldn’t ignore the excitement that rushed through you whenever he was around after that morning, how Keith had forbidden you from doing anything further. It was a temptation you couldn’t ignore and neither could he, you both gave in and it just - happened, in this room. For something you spent so much time excited to experience, it was pretty underwhelming - nor terrible, nor mind blowing, more a learning experience.

Keith hadn’t walked in on you two but he found out about it when overhearing a hysterical conversation between you and Cherie about the room being like yours and Rodrick’s ‘not-so-secret sex dungeon’. He then swore that he’d ban you from even taking one step into the Hideout.

So far you hadn’t broken his rule of not sleeping with Rodrick again, you hadn’t even had the urge to and it happened three weeks ago.

I don’t think I can even want anyone, let alone love anyone like I love my Pink Special, you think, ignoring the playful glances of the girls sat on the couch with you, staring at your guitar instead.

The click and twist of the door knob alerted you - now you were panicking, maybe you had messed up your deal with Keith one too many times, maybe tonight was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Keith peeked his head through the door wearily, he was probably scarred, always cautious to take a look into this room. He examined the room for a few seconds before letting himself in and standing opposite you.

Seconds passed and you, along with your band-mates, stared up at him with pleading eyes, making him sigh.

“Listen - y’know how much I adore you four,” he starts, his voice trailing off at the end - this doesn’t sound promising, your heart starts to feel heavy, “I feel like we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well over the last few years. Hell, the moment I took you in you became - the nieces or - god-daughters I never had.” Where is this going? “One of my favorite - attributes o’ yours is your attitude, I love your attitude,” his eyes land directly on you, “But not when it’s aimed at my bar - you disrespect my bar, you’re disrespecting me, the very person who provided you with a place to share your music - showed you nothing but respect and gave ya very few rules to go by,” his voice picks up, his slight southern drawl becoming clearer as he struggles to contain his frustration. He visibly deflates with drawn out exhale, “I’m so close to chucking you all out permanently.”

You fiddle with your fingers, twirl your hair around your fingers as a coping mechanism to try and soothe your rapid heartbeat, but all you can muster up the courage to say is, “N-no - you’ve gotta give us another chance - please.”

Keith breathily chuckles in disbelief before gesturing to Elektra, Alyssa and Cherie, “These girls? No, they don’t need me to give them another chance, they’re just as disappointed as I am with ya,” his arm falls to his side with a slap, “You’ve crossed every goddamn line - acting like ya own the place, gettin’ it on with my boy on public property - in my family business’ property that’s been kept alive for generations… I’d been keepin’ it goin’ by the skin of my damn teeth for years until you came along and brought the spark back with music, more customers - and now? All you bring is trouble.”

The air became more thick as each word spat from Keith’s lips while you sat in a wallow of guilt, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you realised how much you’d taken his kindness and leniency for granted. You sniffle quietly, “I’m - s-sorry, Keith - girls - for being a… self righteous asshole, I’ll do anything and I swear I’ll listen, just please don’t make us walk, K - I - we need this place - and you, most importantly, acting as our - loopy, but responsible mentor - did I already say please?”

You didn’t care how desperate you sounded right now, all that mattered was any positive sign from Keith that you could stay. Instead he just stared at the floor, scratching his bald head as he contemplated with himself. Your legs restless, bouncing up and down quickly, watching his every move for just about anything from him.

“You four have got me wrapped around your little fingers,” he sighs, after what felt like an eternity.

“Yes!” You all say in unison, raising your fists in the air.

“Hang on a minute - hang on - a - damn minute,” Keith speaks over your celebrating, your arms immediately fall onto your lap, “I mean it when I say that you’re treadin’ on real thin ice now, Vamp.”

You nod with a gulp.

“So - we’re still booked to play every night?” Elektra asks, hopefully staring up at Keith, holding her own hands.

Keith sheepishly glanced at the floor, making you furrow your brows at him, “what?” You blurt.

“Alright - I’m just gonna say it, I think ya need to calm down a little - and that maybe a gig every night is gettin’ too much for ya,” he confesses, bringing his hand to his chin - you could tell that he was still itching to say something, but you were finding it difficult to withhold your frustration.

Patience was never your strong point. You were on the edge of the couch, “Spit it out, Keith - please, for the love of Ozzy Osbourne.”

He tilts his head with a deadpan expression, “I’m thinking of letting another band have a chance.”

Your mouth drops and a strained, sarcastic laugh comes out, “Nice one, Keith - you really had us fooled.”

“I’m being deadly serious, Vamp - and I’m not saying that our deal is off, you’re gonna have gigs to play, just - not every night.”

“Nope - no wa-,” you begin to argue, but feel Elektra nudge your side harshly with her shoulder, “Ow what the hell was that for?!”

“I’ll do anything, I swear - I’ll listen,” she mimics your voice, reminding you of the words you uttered just minutes ago.

You visibly deflate, hunching your back and leaning forward before inhaling slowly, lifting yourself again.

Upon your very brief self reflection, you bite your lips together to soothe the hit to your chest, “Fine,” you rub your temples with your fingers, “Have you - got a band in mind, since you’re already so, y’know, insistent?”

Keith purses his lips, “Actually, there is - Rodrick scoped ‘em out tonight and introduced me,” So that’s why it took him so long after sending you here ‘to have a word’. “They seem aight - very eager for a gig - reminded me of you four when you first stumbled in ‘ere like a bunch o’ strays lookin’ for a home. I hope you can be friends, after all - if they do well, I’ll probably book ‘em again, meanin’ you’ll be sharin’ this very room with ‘em.”

You kept your mouth shut while the others are visibly intrigued - you are intrigued, but do your best to hide it.

“What are they called?” Elektra asks, she often spoke for the band in a more… responsible kind of way, like the mom of the band.

Keith hums, gravelly and low as he tries to recall it, “It’s an - interesting name. Ah - Corrosive - no - Corroded Coffin.”

Lame. Our name has a better ring to it, you think, unable to stop your competitive brain. It was something you gained from trying to win over your parents while your sister was so perfect that she didn’t even need to beg for their praise.

“Anyway - I’ve got some late errands to run. I’m pretty sure Rodrick is still chattin’ to ‘em, why don’t you go say hi?” Keith takes a glance at his watch before nodding at you with a stern eyes, “Remember - thin ice, break it? You’re out.”

You begrudgingly nod before bringing your hand up and saluting him, “Yes captain.”

Keith left you four alone with a chuckle.

You, Elektra, Alyssa and Cherie all turned to stare at each other with wide eyes - hearts still pounding, but overall you felt relief. For a moment you really thought that you were outta there for life.

After a minute of silence, Cherie jumped onto her feet and reached her hands out towards the three of you that remained on the couch, “C’mon - let’s meet Corroded Coffin!”

You blinked at her, your lips pressed together in a thin line before shaking your head, “Fuck no.”

“Oh - don’t be like that Vamp, don’t act like you’re not at least a little intrigued,” Cherie lights up, grabbing for your hands and giggling like a school girl as she pulls you up onto your jelly legs, “Treat it like - scoping out the competition!”

It was like a lightbulb had been switched on in your head. She’s right! You smiled cheekily at your scheming mind and nodded, “I guess it’s our duty to welcome them - huh.”

Cherie smirks, reading your mind. She links arms with you and pulls you towards the door - you could hear loud muffled voices behind it, people who had, had one too many tonight.

You take a deep breath and link your arm tight with Cherie’s, making her side move to be flush with yours. Then you look over your shoulder to see Elektra and Alyssa behind you, “Let’s do this,” you say as you exhale and all three of your bandmates nod.

As you nudged the creaky door open, silent thanking the metal gods that it didn’t attract any attention due to the blare of music coming from a stereo as old as the bar itself, everyone seemed to be distracted by their drinks or friends anyway.

You, Elektra, Alyssa and Cherie all slowly peeked past the door in a vertical line, you at the top. You examine the room with squinted eyes, you figured to look for Rodrick first, that seemed like a pretty good place to start to find this new band - Corroded Coffin.

You spotted Rodrick eventually, he was in a booth looking hot as ever with his spiky brown hair… he had a pint of beer in hand and was not alone. He was in the midst of a conversation with three boys, but the bar was too smokey to catch a clear glimpse of them, you could just about make out their figures.

“Psst - is that them?” Cherie whispers up at you, making you look down at her.

“There’s only one way to find out,” you state, raising your brows with a mischievous grin before pushing the door open forcefully, making it knock into the wall and bounce back.

You walk ahead while your band walk in toe, forming a diamond from a bird’s eye view. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, a couple waving and calling out for your attention, but it’s already occupied as you’d set your target on that booth.

As you got closer, the smoke began to vanish and you could see that the boys sitting with Rodrick were the same ones you’d seen before, the newbies wearing the matching shirts - minus one… the one you’d given the eye during your gig, the twinkly doe-eyed brunette.

For a fraction of a second, you wondered where he was, but shook off the thought once you reached the end of the table, immediately catching the attention of the three young boys. Their eyes were wide with fear at the sight of you alone, but as Elektra, Cherie and Alyssa caught up and stood with you, they were practically shaking, “Well well well, what do we have here? Isn’t it bed time for you kiddos?” You cockily laugh, leaning over the table.

Their mouths part and their eyes flicker, hypnotised by the skull and crossbones necklace dangling from your neck. One of them attempts to answer but a bunch of stuttered letters and half words come out instead.

“I’m kidding - aren’t you going to introduce me, Roddie?” A smirk tugs at your lips and your gaze moves to Rodrick, who is staring back at you, mesmerised, but also a little agitated at your use of the nickname he despised. The boys seemed to be desperately seeking an escape plan from Rodrick, they all turned to him too.

Rodrick set his beer down onto the table, making some of it spill out from how lazily he’d placed it, “Gareth, Jeff and er - sorry, what’s your name again?” Rodrick gestures to each boy until reaching the final one sat at the table, he points at the final boy with a puzzled look.

The boy looked at his friends, taking a deep breath, “T-Travis.”

Rodrick hits the table excitedly, making all of the boys straighten their backs suddenly, “Travis - I knew it,” he sighs, rubbing his chin with the same hand he used to hit the table with. You became distracted by his fingers, tanned arms and then up to his brown eyes that were outlined by eyeliner, a skill you taught him. He seemed to smile more when he noticed the way you were staring, “And er - this is Vamp,” Rodrick shoots you a wink, which makes you smile flirtatiously and playfully twirl a finger in your hair. He blinks at you, distracted until Elektra clears her throat, knocking him out of his trace, “Um - and this is Elektra - Cherie - Alyssa.”

“Vamp?” Gareth asks suddenly, he furrows his brows and you nod in response, “Is that - your real name?”

“It is.” You abandoned your real name the moment you dropped out of high school, but they didn’t need to know that.

Rodrick chuckles, an unusual laugh that was pretty funny in itself, it sorta sounds like a drunk Donkey, “Vamp the fair, but metal Queen of the Hideout.”

Gareth, Travis and Jeff all stare up at you like you are an illusion, like they couldn’t believe you were stood in front of them. You almost felt like you were actually royalty. Gareth gestured to his friends, all of their cheeks are tinted pink, “We t-thought yo-u w-ere badass tonight, Vam-.”

“Hey, buttheads - I just had the most - profound whizz of my life - I’ve got it all figured out. We’ll start with Victorious Spear to rev the crowd up, y’know, head-banging - the lot-,” it was him, twinkly doe eyes. He walked towards the table you were stood at with a skip in his step, so excited that he’d paid no attention to his surroundings, including you and your band - you were watching him with an amused look as he stood next to you, rambling while expressing himself with dramatic hand gestures. Gareth, who seemed to speak for the other two a whole lot, raised his brows at the rambler and tilted his head, subtly hinting at your presence, “and - we’ll end - on - um,” the long curly-haired brunette’s voice began to slow down and trail off into silence as soon as he realised that you were stood next to him.

His head whips in your direction, his breath hitching immediately at the sight of you. His pink lips quivered and suddenly his expressive mannerisms disappeared, he was as stiff as a plank of wood.

You stared into his eyes, they are twinkly and round, just like you’d spotted from the stage earlier. Then your eyes quickly examine the rest of his features, his big nose, lips, the spots on his chin - he seemed familiar, but you couldn’t pin point exactly why. You shake it off, straightening your back, the platforms of your boots making you as tall as him, “You’re Corroded Coffin?” You ask with an amused smile.

Has he ever even spoken to a girl before? They’re practically babies - what kind of charm are they gonna have on stage?

He seemed to be at boiling point alone at being stood next to you, practically melting in response to being acknowledged by you - he couldn’t believe his eyes and he was not being subtle about it. It did wonders for your ego. “Y-yeah - er - I’m Corr-oded Coffin,” He stutters in a high pitched tone, you squint your eyes at him, your smile growing as you glance at Cherie and the other girls, who are trying to hold in a laugh. His cheeks turn so pink that you can still see it in the darkness of the room, “I mean - I’m Eddie - Munson and my band is Corroded Coffin,” he nods at his friends, “Gareth - Jeff and Tra-.”

“I know, I’ve already had the pleasure of being introduced to ‘em,” You maintain eye contact with him for a moment, the same flirtatious look you gave him while you were on stage, “Vamp,” you smoothly drawl before gesturing to your friends, “Elektra, Alyssa and Cherie - Stake For My Valentine.”

Eddie nods quickly, “Y-yeah, I know,” his fingers delve into the mane that was his hair and scratched the back of his neck, scrunching his face up at the same time, an excuse not to make eye contact with you, “I - er - don’t know whether to bow or - roll out a carpet.”

You nibble at your bottom lip still staring at him intensely, playfully smirking too, “A bow would suffice.”

“As you wish, m’lady - didn’t have a carpet on me to roll out anyway so-,” He brings a hand to his stomach and bows, his hair falling over his face and shoulders. He chuckles breathlessly, his chest heaving as he stands up straight again - you could see it because his t-shirt wasn’t exactly… loose.

Hellfire Club. That name seemed familiar too.

“We’ve got a er - a gig, here - Tuesday,” Eddie states, still scratching his neck, unable to make eye contact with you. He’s kinda patheti-. “You should come,” he blurts, lifting his gaze from the floor to you, and then to your friends, “Y-you all should come, I mean.”

He’d surprised you with his sudden charm. You blinked at the brunette with a blank face as he stared back at you again with hopeful eyes while your band giggled behind you.

You heard a cough coming from the table - it was Rodrick, he was staring between you and Eddie with an irritated look, tightly holding onto his beer. When he noticed he’d caught your attention, his eyes bore into yours and he wavers slightly in his seat, shaking his head.

You knew what you were doing, a mischievous grin pulled at your lips as you looked at Rodrick, it only grew wider as you focused your attention back on Eddie, who was sheepishly looking between you and Rodrick.

Everyone else excluding you, Eddie and Rodrick, were staring between you all, invested in the entire interaction. The other boys from Corroded Coffin and girls from Stake For My Valentine were watching with open mouths, giving you three knowing looks.

“We’ll be there,” you blurt with the same cheeky grin. You could feel everyone’s eyes only on you now. Rodrick even slammed his drink down onto the table.

Eddie, on the other hand, was writhing with excitement, he jumped on the spot, his hair bouncing off of his shoulders until he stumbled, realising just how much he’d overreacted to your acceptance of his invitation. He fiddled with the sleeves of his leather jacket awkwardly, then swooped his hair away from his eyes, grinning widely at you for a while, “Metal.”

“Eddie,” Jeff interrupts, raising his brows at the man stood in front of you, who was still staring, “Eddie!”

“Jesus H. Christy - what?” Eddie asked, startled by his friend’s outburst.

You bit both your lips together, snorting a little laugh.

“You’ve got to drive us back? We’ve got our campaign, remember?” Jeff asks, ending his questions sarcastically. You put two and two together - campaign meaning ‘Hellfire Club’. You watch them closely, entertained by their subtle bickering.

Eddie’s nose twitched, glaring at Jeff, “Oh - right, yeah - we’d better er - get going then,” he now scratched his nose, clearly disappointed that he had to go. His eyes flickering over your outfit before looking into your eyes timidly, “See you.”

You nod, flashing him your most charming grin before nodding at his friends, who had slid themselves out of the booth and were practically dragging Eddie with them to the entrance and exit door of the Hideout.

The boys left one by one and when it was Eddie’s turn to leave he hesitated, looking your way once more. He blinked, his bottom lip parting from his top one when he noticed that you were still watching him.

You lifted your hand to wave, wiggling your fingers at the same time, making him smile toothily and blush for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.

Your heartbeat seemed to pick up and once he disappeared through the door you were left with nothing but adrenaline pumping through your veins - your entire body was a furnace and all the ache you felt before from performing vanished entirely. You were pumped up enough to play a thousand times more - you couldn’t wait until Tuesday.

A little competition never hurt anybody.

You smirk. You’re going down, Eddie Munson.

⇝ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐞 ;)

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