Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

Wanna Be Yours

Y/N's POV

Tuesday, September 24th, 1985.

"Don't need luck when you're here, baby," He brought my hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against the back of my hand before retreating back up to the stage.

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Eddie stepped onto the short platform and grabbed his guitar, slinging the strap over his shoulders. He plugged the guitar into an amp before taking his place behind the microphone at the front of the stage. He made his final adjustments with his guitar before pulling a pick out of his pocket and turning his attention to the sparse audience. He looked over to me and I gave him a small thumbs up, evoking a toothy grin from him in response.

"Good evening, Hawkins," Eddie finally spoke into the microphone. "We are Corroded Coffin!"

The band immediately jumped into their first song, with the sound of Eddie strumming the opening riff to "The Trooper" by Iron Maiden taking over the entire small space. I grabbed my drink from the counter and brought the small straw to my lips, sipping it gingerly as the sharp taste of alcohol bit at my taste buds. I grimaced at the taste. This shit was strong. I set the drink back on the counter and grabbed the lime wedge from the rim, sucking on the rind as I turned my sights back to the stage. The band was way better than I had expected and I was pleasantly surprised. It was a shame that so few people were here to witness the performance because they were actually extremely talented. Eddie was irrefutably in his element as he performed, his stage presence being absolutely captivating and I found myself absolutely engrossed in their set.

My immersion in the performance was disrupted by two girls walking past in my sightline before sitting down a few seats away from me at the bar. I tore my eyes from the stage to grab my drink and sip on it once more as I observed the two girls beside me. They both appeared to be a few years older than me, most likely college-aged. The first girl, giving the impression of being the meeker of the two, was short and had mousy brown hair and was dressed in a casual sweater and jean shorts. The second girl oozed sex-appeal, with a wild permed blonde mane and smoky makeup, clad in a skimpy denim-on-denim number. I felt myself envying her undeniable confidence. The blonde seemed to feel my gaze on her and looked in my direction, furrowing her eyebrows at me. I quickly looked away, my cheeks reddening at being caught admiring her, and tried to look casual as I sucked down the rest of my drink.

By the time the band was playing their final song, Eddie had shed his jacket, leaving him in a flannel rolled up to his elbows as he glistened with sweat under the dim bar lighting. I was completely spellbound by him in this state, unable to look away from the stage. Eddie's gaze fell on me once more and he winked at me as he sang into the microphone, making butterflies erupt violently in my stomach. He had never been more attractive to me than in this moment. My increasing buzz from the alcohol wasn't helping my yearning state, either. However, my hopeless pining for him was cut short by the pair of girls sitting beside me.

"Ugh, these guys are giving me a massive headache," The mousy brunette griped, rubbing at her temples with her fingertips.

"Yeah, me too, but at least the front man is hot," The blonde sneered. Irritation seethed inside me at hearing her talk about Eddie in this manner. I tried my best to ignore it and focused my eyes on the stage as the band's song came to a close, but the girls' snobby voices were making it difficult.

"Oh my God, you should try to pick him up," The brunette suggested with a giggle. I stiffened at her words, side eying the pair as my cheeks turned hot.

"We are Corroded Coffin, goodnight!" Eddie bellowed into the microphone after they wrapped up their final song, earning a few half-hearted claps from the array of drunks scattered around the bar. He unplugged his guitar and slipped the strap off of his shoulders before helping the band pack up their equipment.