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motherofpirates · 3 days ago

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Eddie in Drag

Steve had never been to a gig before; he and Robin had been invited to The Hideout to see Corroded Coffin that evening by Eddie as he dropped in his late (as always) videos that he had rented the previous week.

The three had become fast friends after the traumatic they had experienced earlier that year and had spent the summer in each other’s company trying to have some semblance of normality. Eddie’s friends Jeff and Danny were back in town for the evening from college to visit family and had agreed to play a gig with Eddie and Gareth for old times’ sake.

Eddie had come into Family Video nervously chewing on his thumb nail, almost tripping over the flannel shirt that he had tied around his waist that had come loose. He had approached the desk where Steve was glumly rewinding returned videos, Robin was stocking shelves. Eddie had refused to meet Steve’s eye when he asked if he and Robin were free that evening to come to The Hideout to see him and his band play.

“You know we are, Munson, you know our working pattern better than we do.” Steve laughed. Eddie had lit up at that, and his warm brown eyes shining as he grinned at Steve’s response. “Why so coy, Eds? You’re not normally afraid of little old me.” Steve reached across the counter to playfully tap Eddie’s shoulder with the back of his hands. Steve had been trying to match Eddie’s flirtatiousness over the summer, becoming more confident with over the time he had gotten to know Eddie. He enjoyed seeing how far he could push it before Eddie blushed. Steve was surprised at how much he liked seeing Eddie’s cheeks glow in response to his words.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, hot stuff, you’ll have to wait until tonight to find out.” He gave Steve a wicked grin and a lascivious wink and turned tail to head out of the store. “See you at eight, babe!” He called waving in Robin’s direction.

“Later, honeybun!” She called back with a cackle. Robin mooched over to Steve; her hands still filled with the candy she was restocking. She dumped them onto the counter and opened a pack of Milk Duds. “Sooo, what was that about?” She asked faking nonchalance.

“We just scored an invite to the best show in town.” Steve grinned at her and knocked her shoulder with his.

“You mean the only show in town.” She corrected him.

“Beggars can’t be choosers, Rob, it’s not every day we have plans after work to actually go anywhere.” There was hardly anything open in the evening nowadays in Hawkins, a lot of the small family-owned places had struggled to reopen after the devastation Vecna had wrought on the town, even the local cinema hadn’t yet reopened which meant a lot of very bored young people with nowhere to go.

“We need to go out in Chicago, Rob, that way we can find somewhere for you to meet someone.” Steve worried that Robin was lonely, she’d never had a date with a woman, let alone kissed someone and Steve had felt he was rubbing her nose in it before the spring break as he never struggled to get a date. However, he had lost interest since all the trauma they had experienced after Chrissy was murdered, feeling safer with their closeknit friendship group.

“I’d like that, Steveie-boy.” She smiled warmly at him.

“We should really dress up tonight as we haven’t had they chance to look good in ages.” He suggested.

“Great idea, Dingus!” Robin brightened at the prospect, “you can help me choose my outfit. We get off in an hour and have over two hours before we need to be there.” She finished her Milk Duds and threw the box in the direction of the bin, missing widely. She huffed as Steve clipped the box with the toe of his shoe, getting it in first time. “You and your innate jock abilities.” She grumped, taking her wares off the counter and back to the snack section. The rest of their shift was relentlessly slow, it felt like forever before Kevin and Keith came to take over for the after-dinner rush.

They stopped at Robin’s place first where they spent over an hour helping Robin decide what to wear, most of her wardrobe ended up on the floor. She finally settled on a pair of thick black stockings she was going to throw away because she had laddered them, some shorts and an oversized Cure t-shirt. She chucked some brightly coloured beads over her head and a few chunky bracelets on her wrists, redid her eyeliner and then posed for Steve to show him the end product.

“You look amazing, Robs, you’ll fit right in. Look out ladies of Hawkins!” He kissed her forehead and pulled her catastrophe of a room and out of the house. He still needed to get ready and had far less time than he usually would allow himself if he was going out. They pulled up outside his empty house and went straight to his room where he immediately jumped into the shower so that he could get on with making sure his hair was just right for tonight. He spent the next hour using his hairdryer and products to give it the volume and artfully tussled look he liked. Robin was listening to Cindy Lauper and dancing around his room with a rum and coke she had made herself.

He took a sip of her drink and rummaged through his wardrobe until he found his only black item of clothing. A black button-down shirt, he left the top two buttons open exposing his chest hair that he knew the ladies liked and wore his favourite slightly too tight Levi’s. He rolled up the sleeves until they were three quarter length and checked himself out in the mirror on the back of his closet door.

“What do you think, Rob?”

“I think you’re gonna steal all the ladies from me.” She pouted, throwing a pillow at his head.

“Watch the do! I’ve just spent an hour getting it how I like it.” He checked himself in the mirror once more to make sure she hadn’t ruined his hair and popped his collar as she cackled like a witch. He loved it when she laughed like that. He checked his watch and informed her that they best be on their way if they wanted to see the start of Eddie’s gig. She downed the last of her drink as he pulled her from his room by her hand.

The Hideout was busy when they pulled up down the street. Eddie had been lying about Corroded Coffin’s popularity or the fact that this was the first live gig the town had seen in six months had pulled in a larger crowd than usual. Steve suspected the latter, but if Eddie asked, he would say the former.

Steve used his fake ID to get himself and Robin a bottle of beer each, they managed to get reasonably close to the stage. He caught a glimpse of Jeff and Gareth peeking through the green room door and waved. They grinned back and disappeared. Dave, Jeff and Gareth appeared on stage and introduced themselves.

“Thank you for coming out to support us here tonight! We’ve never played to a crowd this big before, we hope you like what you see here tonight.” Jeff said, Gareth snorted a laugh, and they began to play the opening chords of Dude Looks Like a Lady. Eddie sauntered on stage wearing his chunky boots, some fishnets and a tight silky dress with a slit that came up to his hip. It clung to his slim build in all the right places, his curls framing his pretty face as he began to sing the lyrics.

Steve could only gawp at Eddie, electrified sparkly butterflies filled his stomach as he took in Eddie in drag, shining with confidence as he pranced about the stage filling it with his personality. The moment Eddie walked on stage Steve realized that he really liked Eddie. Like, liked, Eddie. All that time he had thought he had been teasing his best friend by flirting with him when in actuality he had just been flirting with a boy he liked. He knew he would give up his trust fund, he’d sell his beemer if he could just have Eddie. He had no blood left to blush with at the realization of his feelings for one of his best friends, as it had all rushed south giving him a semi.

He had always been a ladies’ man, and that was no brag, he had had no problems getting girls, but if he could only spend the rest of his life with one other person it would be Eddie in drag or in his street clothes. He was the only person for him. Stick Eddie in a dress and he would be the only boy he’d shag; he’d pine away forever more if only he could convince Eddie to have him. Steve took in more details of Eddie’s eyeliner, black nail polish, the way his make up framed his huge doe eyes. He was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He couldn’t tear his eyes away even though he knew he must have been staring.

The song ended and Eddie winked at him, before the band started the next song. Steve thought he might faint, he finally understood how all those girls at Beatles concerts fainted at the mere sight of their crush.

“Err, are you ok, Dingus?” Robin’s voice filtered through his mind. “You’ll catch flies if you leave your mouth open any longer.”

“I think I might have a crush on, Eddie.” He wheezed out.

“You’ve only just noticed? I thought you knew and that’s why you were blatantly flirting with him.”

“No! I’m having a full-on gay panic, Rob!” He yelped as Robin cackled.

“Do you want to go out and get some air?” She asked when she finally stopped laughing.

“No, because then I’ll miss seeing Eddie dressed like that! Is it wrong to think he looks hot?” He confessed.

“Of course not, Eddie is objectively hot.”

“Do you think he could ever like me?” He asked with a waver to his voice.

“Of course, he likes you, Dingus! Are you blind? He’s been flirting with you and flinging himself at you like a moth on a lamp since spring break.” She rolled her eyes. “I thought you’d been rejecting women because you were coming to terms with your sexuality.”

“No! I just didn’t realise I was keeping myself free for Eddie I thought I was being mature and dealing with my trauma.” He whined, Robin snorted.

“Well, now you know you’re queer, you’ll just have to speed run the realization, unless you want to leave, because Eddie knows we’re here. He hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you since he took to the stage.”

“There’s no way I’m leaving when he’s dressed like that! I might never get to see him dressed like that ever again, so I’m going to drink my fill.” He turned back to the stage. Robin slung a protective arm over his shoulders and moved to the music.

The next song Corroded Coffin sang was My Boyfriend’s Back in a punk style, the crowd began to move and bounce against one another. The music Eddie and the band created filled Steve’s body as he danced along with the butterflies that filled his body with a glittery warmth. He simply couldn’t look away from the stage even if he wanted to. It was the best night out he had ever had, dancing with Robin singing along to metal and rock covers of pop songs he liked and that he had sung to with Robin and Eddie over the summer as they drove around Hawkins in the humid evenings.

Corroded Coffin were on stage for just over an hour, filling the dingy club with a fun and manic energy. The air was filled with sweat of people exerting themselves and having a good time. The music died down and Eddie came to the front of the stage.

“Thank you, Hawkins, you’ve been amazing. Your enthusiasm has been much appreciated. We’ll back around Christmas time we look forward to seeing you then. Once we’ve cleared the stage Death Weasel will be taking over as the entertainment. Enjoy the rest of the evening.” Eddie saluted the crowd with the devil horns and the crowd cheered and whistled as Corroded Coffin began to take their equipment off the stage. Steve elbowed his way to the stage. He caught Jeff’s shirt and asked if he could help them pack up. Jeff nodded and tugged him up onto the stage pointing out what needed to be brought backstage. He picked up a kick drum and followed Gareth into the green room where Eddie was pulling on a pair of ripped blue jeans under his silky dress. He tugged the dress over his head revealing his bit bite scars and numerous tattoos. Steve’s breath caught in his throat; he couldn’t look away until Danny walked into the back of him on the way out the back with yet more kit.

“Like what you see, princess?” Eddie asked as he pulled his softest Judas Priest t-shirt over his head. Steve gulped and nodded his head. Eddie blushed and a soft smile played across his lips. Eddie grabbed his hand and pulled him out the exit to where his van was pulled up close by. He tugged him round the side where no one would see them, and they would have some semblance of privacy.

“You were amazing up there, Eds. I’ve never seen you look so beautiful, not that you don’t look pretty everyday.” Steve rambled, taking Eddie’s hand in both of his.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Stevie.” Eddie beamed. “You really think I look pretty every day?”

“Of course! Have you seen yourself! You hot as fuck.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, big boy.” Eddie cupped Steve’s face gently in both of his hands and looked at him like he was the most precious thing he had ever seen. Eddie slowly brought his lips to Steve’s giving him plenty of time to pull away if wanted to. Steve leant into the kiss wanting to feel the crush of Eddie against him. He tangled one hand in Eddie’s hair and the other held Eddie’s hip. Eddie snuck his tongue into Steve’s mouth, which made Steve groan at the taste of him. If Eddie was the only person, he ever kissed again he would die a happy man. When they pulled away, Steve grazed Eddie’s bottom lip with his teeth making Eddie mew like a kitten. Gawd, he wanted Eddie to make that sound again.

“Can I keep you, Eds?” Steve whispered into his ear. Eddie practically glowed in response.

“I’m all yours, Stevie.” He smiled.

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I was supposed to be beta-ing my fic but this one wanted to be written instead. It was inspired by the Magnetic Fields amazing Andrew In Drag.

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it

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