How the Supernatural characters would react to finding out you're a metalhead....
Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley Macleod, Bobby Singer, Lucifer and Gabriel x GN!Reader
Summary: How they react to finding out you're a metalhead and what they think about it.
Warnings: fluff, angst, comedy, pretty much a touch of everything, lots of music of course, no description of reader and no use of Y/n
Word Count: 1.5k
Songs/Bands and Artists Referenced: Metallica - Master of Puppets, Enter Sandman, One. Black Sabbath - Paranoid. Linkin Park - In The End, Numb. Twisted Sister - We're Not Gonna Take It, I Wanna Rock. Rage Against The Machine - Killing In The Name. Marilyn Manson - The Beautiful People. System Of A Down - Chop Suey! Ozzy Osbourne - Mr Crowley, Crazy Train. Slipknot - Psychosocial. Papa Roach - Last Resort. Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You. Iron Maiden - Run to the Hills, Hallowed Be Thy Name, The Number of the Beast, Alexander the Great (356-323 B.C.).
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A/n: This was SO much fun, if anybody would like anything else like this, my inbox is always open! I WILL be writing some headcanons for Dean in a relationship with a metalhead!reader eventually, I just love it so much. I made the section with Bobby more parental because I just love him with the boys. - Also, I am not a major metalhead myself, I like some metal songs but I like a lot of other songs too. I apologise if any of these songs are not very metal to you (I googled Twisted Sister and they are officially classed as hair metal, hence why I mentioned them in the Sam section). This is for @cantchooseafav I included a few of my absolute favourite metal songs aswell, I hope you enjoy reading - that goes for everyone!
Dean -
First off, Dean would be surprised, a little taken aback, and then be like a puppy in love.
He'd walk into your room one day when you were sitting on your bed sorting CDs. You didn't notice him so he just wandered in, picking up familiar looking album cover.
"W-wait a sec, is this...Master of Puppets?"
"Yeah" You looked up with that sweet little smile of yours "It's my favourite Metallica album"
"You, like Metallica?"
"Yeah, love em. Master of Puppets is my favourite, but Enter Sandman is a close second"
"What the f-"
He still doesn't believe you, so of course he has to test you.
"Release date?"
"1986, specifically March 3rd"
"Okay, not bad, name another album"
"Metallica"
"Doesn't count, too easy"
"Fine, Ride the Lightning - '84, Kill 'Em All - '83, Load - '86, R-"
"Alright smartass, you like Metallica"
"Told ya" You grinned.
He settled next to you, helping you sort through all of your albums for the rest of the afternoon, making little surprised and impressed noises at some of the names he recognized.
After that? He'll play Metallica in Baby all the time, even more so than before. When it's just the two of you, you rock out, Dean's on half an air guitar and half the steering wheel while you're on drums.
You alternate singing the "Now I lay me down to sleep" section of Enter Sandman. After certain events involving Chuck, you retire this song for a couple months.
And in those not-so-quite moments when it's just the two of you and some good music, he looks at you like you're the world.
When you surprise him by rattling out all the lyrics to Paranoid by Black Sabbath, his breath actually stutters. He feels his heart beat skip, you're the one for him.
Sam -
Sam just, gets it. Even though your personality is completely not metalhead-y. He knows what it's like to like different kinds of music to the people around him *ahem Vince Vincente* so he never judges you, not for a second.
He's a depressed emo at heart so when you're researching one day in the library and your headphones disconnect, he immediately recognizes those first few piano notes of In The End.
At one point, you just lock eyes before damn near screaming out in unison.
"I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end, it doesn't even matterrrr!"
It's a silent acknowledgement, without being, y'know, silent.
You two make a deal of sorts, on the odd occasion it's just the two of you in Baby, he plays hair rock and you play metal and no one judges.
You can both agree on Twisted Sister as hair metal and finally you, Sam and Dean can all listen to something together as Dean will tolerate We're Not Gonna Take It and I Wanna Rock.
It's actually startling how much you and Sam relate to In The End and Numb, thankfully you have each other to make sure you don't get caught in the undertow.
Cas -
Straight off the bat, Cas is extremely worried. He thinks that you're secretly depressed and angry and he won't let you out of his sight for a second until you explain things to him. You teach him that while the lyrics of a song have meaning, liking a song doesn't mean you feel all the same things the song portrays. He learns how to feel things through music thanks to you, using is as a tool rather than a set of instructions.
Two instances in particular are quite memorable.
You played Killing In The Name for him and he related heavily, y'know, Heaven and the such. Now he's your trenchcoat clad metal buddy. Once when the Heaven stuff was really getting to him, Dean asked him to do something and he simply replied with "Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me" in his usual monotone.
Dean just spun on his heels and walked away, you cackled in the corner.
You showed him The Beautiful People, which he took a liking too. After Dean was being a dick for no reason, again, he muttered as he walked out of the room "I don't want you and I don't need you".
Chop Suey! worries him. A lot.
Crowley -
He's...amused when he finds out.
"You? A metalhead? Laughable really"
You huffed and rolled your eyes at him "Whatever, Mr Crowley"
Speaking of, that's his ringtone. Everyone thought it was just because of the obvious connotations, Dean was actually a little jealous he didn't think of it first. But you just genuinely like the song and it always makes you a little, something you'll need if Crowley's calling.
He cracks a lot of jokes. Especially if you like anything with a hell/demon theme, then he makes jokes about you being obsessed with "The King". If you're ever alone, he asks you why you like it. You see a strange, soft side of him then.
"Why is it that you're so entranced with this, loud drivel?"
"I don't know" You reply honestly "I guess, it's just a nice way to get things out sometimes. People think it's noise, just screaming and yelling, but they don't bother to stop and listen to what's being yelled. I feel like that a lot, so I guess it's kind of nice to have music that makes me feel less alone"
He moves maybe an inch closer to you, but it's just enough to notice.
"I'll listen to you yell" You see the sincerity and sliver of humanity seeming through "If it's about those miscreant Winchesters of course"
"Thanks Crowley" You reply, and he knows you really mean it.
Bobby -
Bobby is a concerned dad for a total of 3 minutes. He hears Psychosocial coming from your room with you singing - well, let's say singing - along to every word. He pushes the door open just a crack, peering in to see you thrashing your head around.
"Hey kid?"
"Oh hey!" You smile, pausing the music "What's up?"
Who the hell woulda thought you would be into Slipknot?
"Just, checkin' in, you alright?"
"Fine" You grinned, perky and cheerful as ever.
"Okay then, you uh, enjoy. Just keep it down a little, tryna read out here"
"Oh yeah, sure, sorry!"
"'It's- fine"
And that's it, he just goes back off to researching lore and you put your music back on, a little lower this time.
Then Last Resort plays and he ever so slightly sees the appeal.
Lucifer -
At first, he looks at you with a sly grin and an air of cockiness.
"Who are you trying to impress, little one?"
"No one, asshole, I just like the music"
"Hm" He muses "We'll see"
He's such a dick you could just kiss him - uh, n-no not that, kick, yeah, you could just kick him.
Lucifer LOVES it. Rememer when Casifer went to his room to listen to music and be an angsty teen? Yeah, that happens a lot. Although now, you just listen to music together. He'll be the slightest bit vulnerable when you listen to music together, wrapping and arm around your waist and looking at you in a way he's never looked at anyone.
I Hate Everything About You is Lucifer's jam. Seriously. Especially when it comes to you. You're a human, he hates humans, his father's most loved creation, while he remains the least. And of course, you're a hunter, you kill evil things, of which his is one. You've tried to kill him, and yet here you are, loving him for some bizarre, absurd reason.
He hears it coming from your room when you think no one's home and he creeps in slowly, sitting beside you, a little closer than just anyone would, shoulders brushing. You share a look that says everything words can't and as the song plays, you rest you head on his shoulder.
While you may hate everything about each other on paper, in reality you love each other, neither of you know why, but you do.
Gabriel -
You play him Run to the Hills and he immediately takes offence.
"What? 'Cause I'm a coward?"
"No, Gabe I swear, it's just my favourite Iron Maiden song! How about I pick something else?"
You flicked to the next song, Hallowed Be Thy Name.
"Uh, let's try again"
"Woe to you, oh Earth and see. For the Devil sends th-"
"Next!"
"My son ask for thyse-"
"Oookay, maybe Iron Maiden is the wrong band to start with"
"Y'think?" He quirks an eyebrow at you, turning to look through your collection "How about this one?" He asks, holding up Reign In Blood.
"Yeah that sounds-" You froze, remembering the first track "Uh, maybe not"
You finally land on Crazy Train, and all goes well. Thank Chu- let's not.
He doesn't mind Crazy Train but he's not a big metal fan, he is however a big fan of you, so when he sees how happy you are listening to your music, he decides to become a moderate metal fan, just to see that special little look on your face.
not sure if this was requested before but sevika x metalhead reader that let's sevika see their apartment/ bedroom for the first time since they started dating??👀
Thank you so much!! 🩷
Sevika x Reader - Volume Warning
Summary: Sevika finally sees your apartment for the first time and discovers that behind your soft touches and kind smiles is a full-blown metalhead.
You nearly shoved Sevika back out the door the second she stepped inside.
“Wait,” you said quickly, planting both hands against her chest before she could take another step into the apartment. “Actually, maybe don’t look around yet.”
Sevika stared down at you flatly.
“You invited me here.”
“I know, but now that you’re actually here, I’m realizing this might’ve been a horrible idea.”
Behind you, distorted guitar screamed through the apartment speakers loud enough to rattle the cheap picture frames on the walls.
Sevika’s brow lifted slowly.
“…What exactly are you hiding in there?”
“Nothing.”
Another blast of drums thundered through the apartment.
“You got someone getting murdered in there?”
“Shut up.”
You snorted, cheeks pink as you finally moved aside and let her in.
And then Sevika paused.
Her eyes moved slowly across the apartment.
Dark walls covered in band posters layered over each other so heavily you could barely see paint underneath. Vinyls stacked beside old speakers. Chains hanging from hooks by the door beside leather jackets and patched hoodies. The entire place smelled faintly like incense, old records, and whatever candle you’d burned earlier trying to make the apartment seem less embarrassing somehow.
Your bedroom was visible down the hall too. Black sheets. Dim lights. A bass guitar propped beside the bed.
Sevika looked back at you.
“You’re telling me this whole time,” she said slowly, “you’ve secretly been one of those.”
“One of what?”
“A metalhead.”
You crossed your arms defensively. “I was never hiding it.”
“You wear oversized sweaters with little animals on them.”
“And?”
“And you cried over a stray cat last week.”
“It had one eye!”
Sevika snorted softly, still looking around your apartment.
Honestly, she looked a little amused.
Which somehow made this worse.
You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. “Look, I know it’s kind of a lot.”
“A lot?” Sevika echoed.
The music switched songs suddenly, somehow even heavier than before.
She gave the speaker a look.
“…You listen to this voluntarily?”
“Sevika.”
“What? Sounds like the guy recording it lost a custody battle.”
You laughed despite yourself, shoulders loosening a little.
That seemed to settle something in Sevika too.
She wandered deeper into the apartment while you followed close behind, mortified as she inspected pieces of your life you normally kept private from everyone.
Her fingers brushed over your shelves.
“So these are all bands?”
“Yes.”
“You own this many records?”
“Yes.”
“You alphabetized them?”
“…I need you to mind your own business.”
Sevika looked over her shoulder with the most obnoxious smirk imaginable.
“You’re a dork. Metalhead behaviour canceled out by nerd behaviour.”
“Says the woman with an entire drawer dedicated to cigar cutters.”
“That’s different.”
“It literally isn’t.”
A grin tugged briefly at the corner of her mouth before her attention drifted elsewhere.
She noticed the smaller details eventually too. Candles tucked between records. Plush blankets thrown over dark furniture. Tiny animal charms hanging from drawer handles. A chipped mug filled with guitar picks and pens.
Your apartment wasn’t just metalhead chaos.
It was still you underneath all of it.
Warm. Soft. Thoughtful.
Sevika noticed all of it.
And maybe that was what made you nervous.
Not the posters. Not the music.
Just her seeing you this clearly.
She paused near the wall beside the couch.
“…Huh.”
Your stomach dropped immediately.
Because of course she’d found the photos.
Concert tickets, polaroids, random scraps pinned together messily across the wall.
And unfortunately, there was one very obvious picture of Sevika right in the center.
You buried your face in your hands instantly.
“Oh my god.”
Sevika reached up and pulled the photo off the wall carefully.
“You carry pictures of me around?”
“It was a candid!”
“You hung it up.”
“You weren’t supposed to notice it that fast!”
That rough laugh finally escaped her then, low and warm and impossible not to love.
You groaned dramatically while she stepped closer, still holding the picture between her fingers.
“You’re kinda cute,” she said.
“You’re being mean to me in my own home.”
“Nah.” Her hand settled against your waist. “I’m being affectionate.”
“You are never allowed over again.”
“Too late,” Sevika said easily, hands drifting down your hips. “I live here now.”
You rolled your eyes, but leaned into her anyway. You wanted to both kiss her and evaporate.
It felt strangely intimate.
Not because of the bedroom.
Not because you were alone.
Because this place was undeniably yours. Every unique, loud, strange little piece of it. And you had let her see it.
“Wish you’d shown me sooner,” she said quietly.
Your expression softened.
“I love it.”
You blinked up at her, adoration and surprise evident on your face.
“Really?”
“Mhm.”
Her eyes drifted around the apartment again, softer now.
“It feels like you.”
Something in your chest tightened painfully at that.
Because nobody had ever said that like it was a good thing before.
Summary: (Eddie Munson X F!Henderson!Reader) After meeting the Dungeon Master of your adopted little brother's D&D club, you find that the two of you have some shared interests. As you spend more and more time sneaking around together, telling Dustin about your relationship becomes a growing concern.
Word Count: 22.5k (three main chapters)
General Warnings: 18+ mdni, frequent drug use (marijuana), metalhead!stoner!reader, fwb to lovers type relationship, smut, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), p in v (protected and unprotected), subspace
A/N: I consider the main series complete with these three chapters, but my requests are always open for these two !! There are a lot of details, backstory, ideas, etc. that got left out to keep the word count from getting too unreasonable, so I'd be happy to expand a little bit if that's what people want !!
Summary: Eddie’s pride of having you to himself makes him show you off at any event, but sometimes even that isn’t enough to keep away pesky groupies.
Warnings: Just a regular ol night at the bar, a little steamy cuz of the body shots but nothing huge. Oh and a groupie gets punched.
Word Count: 2.8k
You finished putting your shoes on before walking over to Eddie, who was looking frantically around his drawer. You laughed, “Looking for these, baby?” you asked, holding up a little jar that you had bought for him to store his picks in. You jiggle the object in your hand, making the little pieces of plastic clink against the glass. “My god, whatever would I do without my queen.” Eddie sighs dramatically, going over to you and wrapping his arms around you to pepper little kisses all over your face and ending it with a big one to your lips. He takes the jar from your hands, making you giggle as he kisses your nose while opening it. “Would you do me the honor of choosing one my love?” he bows, imitating a knight and dropping his head low to raise the jar at you. You reach into the jar, picking out one pick that replicates the one Eddie’s necklace carries. “This one.” you say, putting it on your palm for him to grab. He grins, placing it in his pocket before grabbing a few more haphazardly, knowing one single pick for the gig was not a good idea.
Tonight 2 bands were going to play a set before Eddie needed to go, so he and the guys stayed in the crowd enjoying the show. The crowd was rowdy this evening, drinks flying out as fast as they were drunk, the establishment soon filled with the odor of drunk people and smoke. You and Eddie laughed as you ordered shots, the bartender soon bringing them over along with some salt and limes. You eyed Eddie, stopping his hands as he reached for the shot, grabbing his wrist. “Lean over.” you smirk, his eyes lighting up with the same amount of mischief that yours held as he sat down on the stool, the group around you eying the couple as they started circling around you and another woman and her date who also had the same idea as you. You reached for the salt, on your tray, giggling as you and the woman next to you tapped the little glass shakers before turning to your respective men.
Eddie placed the small slice of lime between his teeth, leaning over so you had a clear view of his long neck. You swore you could moan, always loving the way Eddie looked with his head thrown back, his jaw and throat on full display for your eyes. You tilt the salt shaker over his throat watching a small sprinkle fall onto his slightly protruding Adam's apple. Eddie smirked, feeling your hand and body’s weight rest lightly on his knee before you disappeared under his chin, his skin feeling the seductive way you licked a thick stripe up his throat. You bring the shot to your lips before downing it and closing the gap between you and Eddie, your tongue sneaking into his mouth to suck the lime off him. The group around you erupts in cheers and clanks as they wait expectantly, knowing it’s your turn.
Eddie doesn’t let you move, instead grabbing your waist and allowing you to hop right on his lap, your legs dangling off his thigh. He grabs the salt from your hands, looking down at your shirt and letting you pull it down to expose your cleavage. The salt granules almost tickle as they hit your skin, but the feeling is quickly replaced by the feeling of Eddie’s tongue right between your tits, his hair tickling your jaw before he drinks off his own shot, groaning slightly as the liquid slithers down his throat. His lips meet yours, taking back the slice of lemon that you had taken from him just a minute ago, his fingers coming up to retrieve the tangy fruit from his mouth before he crashes his lips with yours. “Gotta go baby.” he mumbles, letting you off his lap before giving you another quick kiss, watching him as he saunters away and into the door that leads to the backstage area.
You make quick friends with the woman who had also participated in the body shots next to you, smiling as she introduced herself. “I’m Carly.” she shakes your hand, wiping the small amount of spit that had been placed on her breast with a napkin. “Y/N” you smile, reaching for some peanuts to munch on while you wait for your boyfriend to get on stage. “That's your boy or a date. Mine was just a date.” she smiles, rolling her eyes slightly as she watches him congregate with a few guys. “2 years strong, he’s about to come on with his band.” you smile, watching as Carly lightly slaps your shoulder, wiggling her eyebrows with an impressed “Oooooh”.
Speak of the devil, the crowd cheers as Corroded Coffin enters the stage, and your eyes follow your man as Jeff introduces the band, quickly beginning an original song. You can’t help but get lost in the sounds coming from the speakers, the deep bass, booming drums, melodious guitars. Metal just always had an infinitely amazing way to really get a reaction from you. As you immerse yourself in the show you let yourself drift away from the atmosphere around you. So when your newfound friend rolls her eyes, you don’t notice. Not until she groans.
“What’s wrong?” you speak into her ear. She points you at a group of women standing around the center of the room, their bodies wearing enough clothes to cover probably enough so that they don’t end up arrested tonight. You didn’t really know what was wrong at first, surely they couldn’t do much trouble, it was just a little bunch of bimbos at the bar. “God I hate her.” she says, your eyes following hers to meet a blonde-ish woman, her hair frizzy with what you can only tell is an incredibly botched perm, her eyelids are heavy with sparkling makeup, lips holding an almost obnoxious sort of ruby red. “Who is she?” you ask, knowing there has to be at least some reason why your friend despises this woman. “Her name’s Hannah, total buzz kill. I mean don’t get me wrong I got nothing against groupies, but she just tries SO hard. I went to high school with her a few years back, she’s only like this cuz she used to get bullied. One too many surgeries later and now she starts something with at least a few band guys every time she sticks her nose where it doesn't belong.”
By the end of Carly’s speech you can now see why she would detest such a woman. You had noticed her only once before, when she very obviously threw herself at a passing band a few weeks back. Only a few people separate her and you. But you can’t keep your eyes on her long enough, because suddenly the song that had been playing ends, cheers crowd the room and you can hear the absolute beast of a drum solo that Gareth is currently playing, the lone sound of wood clashing against his drums, setting the entire bar into a rupture of absolute madness. You smile, watching your friend come to a slow end to his spotlight moment, finishing his part with a loud clang, and the snap of one of his sticks, half of which flies out into some place deep backstage. You can hear the guys laughing, and while Gareth fishes for another stick at his feet Eddie takes the mic, looking over the crowd and then smoothly finding his way back to you, enlightened that by this point in the gig you’re right at the foot of the stage, with your friend beaming up at him. But you notice Eddie is looking rather uncomfortable after he looks away from you, his laugh almost fake as he looks away from the crowd, his foot tapping lightly before he locks eyes with you again, the grin returning to his feautures. He steps towards his mic stand taking a deep breath
“This last song is a cover of Metallica, it’s called Phantom Lord and I dedicate it to a very special girl tonight, who helped me learn the song.” You think your ears are gonna bleed with how loud Carly alone is, smirking and hiding your lips behind your ring clad hand as a majority of the pit looks at you, cheering, whistling and calling out a few “yeahs” as Eddie and his band prep for this cover. Your mind travels to the night where you taught Eddie how to play Phantom Lord, the initial chords of the song hitting your ears as you hear him start to shred into the beat of Gareth's drums as the tune picks up. You remember both of you standing around his room, your purple warlock plugged into the amp as you played the first few seconds of the song.
Tonight Eddie is singing, his rough voice filling your ears as your mind eases into the memory of you laughing and jumping around as you slowly incorporate your own little touches to the song. Eddie hasn’t even gotten to the first line of the song before Carly nudges you, urging you to look to your right. Your blood boils, arms suddenly stiff as a board. Now you know why, even now Eddie looks uncomfortable. Your eyes meet the so-called Hannah’s figure, her eyes trying to lock with Eddie’s as he begins singing, his eyes closing to help him get lost in the lyrics, his hands doing the work over his strings almost mindlessly. Carly can tell you’re fuming, and rightfully so. The over exaggerated “moshing” gets to you because possessiveness is what drives you to protect your relationship. Eddie is yours.
Your eyes meet Eddie’s again, his own puppy-like eyes telling you to come forward. His singing stops, the beginning of the solo starting, your eyes recognizing what he has in mind. You can feel eyes burning into you, only smirking as you notice a cloud of burnt blonde hair killing you with her eyes. But it doesn't matter, you place your hands at the foot of the stage, the solo suddenly strums into its slow paced progression, and Eddie kneels towards you. The entire crowd’s eyes are now set on the lanky guitarist.
His lips meet yours, tongues swiftly interlocking as he starts strumming the repetitive slowness of this part of the solo. His lips make you drunk, the same chord progression fill in your ears as the crowd absolutely loses their fucking minds. It’s quite the show, the guitarist making out with his girlfriend while playing an almost romantic part of such a badass song. But you quickly pull away, knowing that after the 30 second interlude of soft tunes, the solo picks up wildly. Your throat is almost sore as you yell, jumping in with the crowd and starting to lose your cool with the song. Carly jumps in with you, Eddie’s voice picks up as you and your friend hold hands, feet stomping to Corroded Coffin's version of Phantom Lord. Slowing down as Eddie’s raspy yell fills the space, signifying the end of the song as he and Gareth simultaneously end the song, you and your friend start to calm down.
It happens fast, a small bump of the shoulder mid hop makes Carly lose her balance on her spiky heels, and in your haste to straighten her out, you catch a shrill yell and cold liquid splashing at your feet.
“What the FUCK.” you squint, shoulders meeting your ears. You turn, the same woman from before is looking at you like a rabid bitch, hands raised and her right heel glistening with what smells like a shot of tequila. The band doesn’t leave, the growing circle in the mosh pit catching their eyes. Eddie spots you, front and center. “Are you fucking stupid. You just spilled my drink.” the tone of annoyingly angry yells start your blood up. Everyone’s looking, you have to chase your coolness unless you want to make a scene. “Jeez Hannah, it’s a fucking shot, just get whatever guy youre letting hit tonight to buy you a new one.” You try to stifle your laughter, Carly’s voice speaks from behind you as small laughs fill the room. “Who the fuck do you think you are laughing at me bitch.” You feel a shove at your shoulder, “ooh’s filling the bar as you suck on your teeth. You don’t know it, but Eddie had hopped off the stage, trying to get closer to you, his own heart speeding up as he watched the foreign hand land on your shoulder.
“Dont. Fucking. Touch me.” you spit, stepping right into the groupie’s face, feeling your temper hit its limit. This chick was already on your bad list for trying to catch Eddie’s attention, and if she kept going you were truly going to go ape shit. “Babe, calm down.” Eddie speaks into your ear. Eddie can only do so much, knowing how physical you get once you’re thrown off the edge. In its own way, he’s protecting the woman in front of you. But he can’t help someone who doesn’t want help, especially not when that someone starts laughing in your face. “Yeah bitch, calm down or you’re leaving with a busted face and no boyfriend.”
She can’t even wink at Eddie before fists are flying her way. Eddie knew he should’ve held on to you instead of just placing a flimsy hold on you. Your body slips easily from his grasp as you lunge at the girl, toppling her over and wasting no time in stradling her. Ruckus breaks out, as her friends try to free their minion from your grasp, Eddie’s arm wrapping around your waist. In the back of your mind you groan, knowing that once you calmed down you’d regret everything. Anger was your own special weakness, something that you never learned how to fully control. Unfortunately for you this is how you ended up in situations like the one your boyfriend was currently trying to rid you from. Eyes wide, first mercilessly pounding on Hannah’s face, blood seeping from her mouth and nose.
“Calm down! You got her babe you got her!” The crowd widens as Eddie and Jeff manage to pull you off the now weeping woman, her friends hurriedly tugging her along and out of the bar to the best of their ability. It takes a second for your eyes to fully clear up, raging cloudiness seeping out of your eyes as Eddie holds you close to him, his heart pounding out of his chest and right against your back. Jeff stands before you, arms held out, his eyes are wide as he stares at you, trying to find his friend behind all the frustration and violence that you just exhibited. “You're good man. You got the btich, you’re good” he sighs, slowly bringing his arm down, and patting your shoulder with the other one. The bar is eerily silent, an awkwardness that’s broken by a smirking Gareth right at the center of the stage. “THAT'S how you end Corroded Coffin with a bang.” he laughs into the mic, people around you cheering and he bar filling up with little shot glasses.
Carly follows Eddie as he pushes past the crowd of shoulder and back pats, leading you to the backstage where a waitress has a damp cloth, one that she hands Eddie and smiles at you softly. You’re silent, not knowing if you want to cry, or shout, or laugh or maybe just disappear. It’s been a while since you let go like that, bat shit crazy swinging, having to be pulled off by two grown dudes. Regret started to seep its way into your heart the way you knew it would. She was defenseless against you, like a growling lion bouncing on a baby deer.
“Look at me baby.” Eddie’s pretty little doe eyes meet yours, a relaxed smile playing at his face. “It’s okay. I know you feel bad but she was testing you.” he said. Carly chimed in, “Yeah, trust me she would’ve done much worse. She thinks she’s on top of the world, it’s about time someone knocked her down a few hundred steps.” she laughs, placing the damp cloth on your hand, wiping away the small traces of crimson maroon that dot your knuckles, a few sections on the skin split.
“Ow.” you say, no emotion in your voice which almost sounds like sarcasm. “I just…Eds you know how much I hate losing my cool.” you sigh, turning to bury your face between his shoulder as you wince a bit more, the adrenaline slowly retracting and leaving you tired and exhausted. “Look at it from the bright side baby, you’re like my knight in shining armor. Plus you can’t say that solo bit wasn’t like…completely hot.” his laugh along with Carly’s draw a small smirk from your lips. “Yeah…it was, wasn’t it.”
I could NOT help myself. I was playing Phantom Lord the other day and accidentally kept playing the slow part of Kirk’s solo and it just got me thinking man. If i ever had the opportunity to do that, I WOULD.
