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Prompt #19 - Needful Things

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[steddieas-shegoes]

file clerk

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'clerks'

rated m | 956 words | cw: implied sexual content | tags: famous corroded coffin, normal dude steve, flirting, steddie getting together

also on ao3 

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It’s a stupid job, but it’s a job. Steve just needed the job.

File clerk is a “woman’s job” according to both of his parents, but he gets paid better than any other job he’s qualified for and the secretary always brings him cookies on Fridays so he can’t complain. Not many people can say they get to file important documents for a record label in Chicago.

He’s met extremely important people. He accidentally spilled coffee on a guy who looked a lot like Ozzy Osborne. He wasn’t. He doesn’t think.

“Excuse me, do you know where studio five is?” A voice accompanies a loud knock on the office door. He’s usually alone for most of the day, so someone appearing in his little alcove is a bit unexpected.

He thinks back to the tour he got on his first day. He never really leaves the front hallway. He talks to Sharona at the front desk every morning, puts his lunch in the break room to the left, clocks in, heads to his little hole in the wall to file.

“All the studios are on the second floor,” Steve explains as he turns around to face the voice. “Oh. Oh my god.”

Eddie Munson is standing in his doorway. Eddie of Corroded Coffin fame. The guitarist who just graced the cover of Rolling Stone fully nude except for his guitar.

That guy.

“See, they told me one through five were on this floor. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted them.” Eddie rests his head against the doorframe and sighs. “Sorry for bothering you. You look busy.”

Steve’s still a little starstruck, but Eddie doesn’t seem to notice. If he does, he’s apparently not gonna say anything. He’s just gonna let Steve suffer.

“Actually, could you show me where the elevators are? I don’t wanna take the stairs with my sweetheart,” Eddie smiles at him, standing up straight.

Oh. So the rumors are true. Eddie’s got himself a girlfriend. Apparently one who is important enough to come to the studio with him to record new music. Steve lets out a breath as he accepts this information. It’s not like he had a chance anyway.

“Sure, let me just lock the drawer,” Steve accepts he’s going to have to suck up the ridiculous crush he has on this rockstar and be helpful. It may not be in his job description, but he’s gonna help Eddie and his sweetheart get to where they need to be.

“Are you sure you don’t mind? There was no one at the front desk or I would ask them,” Eddie actually sounds a bit like he regrets bothering Steve now, but Steve could use a break. Sometimes spending hours on end in this small room is enough to make him edgy.

“No, I need to stretch my legs. It’s a quick trip.”

Steve leads him out of the room and closes the door.

When he turns, there’s no other person standing by Eddie. Cool, so Eddie’s high and hallucinating. Steve doesn’t get paid enough for this.

“Where’s, uh, your girlfriend?” Steve looks around to make sure she didn’t wander somewhere she shouldn’t be. Honestly, he doesn’t care if she does.

“My…wait.” Eddie laughs. “My sweetheart is my guitar.”

Steve looks down to see the guitar case by the wall. It must be the one that’s from the photoshoot.

“Oh yeah. I knew that.”

Eddie smirks now, stepping into Steve’s space. “So you know who I am?”

It should be annoying that he’s so full of himself right now, but Steve knows it’s an act. Or the interviews are an act. Maybe Eddie’s good at lying and both are an act.

“I know you don’t record here usually. Your home studio is LA.”

“Yeah, it is.” Eddie grabs his guitar case and settles his shoulders. “We decided to relocate for the next album. Got a bit tired of the California lifestyle.”

“So you picked Chicago?”

“Jeff picked Chicago. We all do what Jeff says. He’s the smart one.”

Steve laughs. “So you’ve said.”

“He lives for the praise, don’t let him fool you. That’s why I talk him up in every interview.”

Steve starts to lead them to the elevator. “He seems like the leader. He didn’t mind you getting the cover?”

“What, of Rolling Stone? God, no. They suggested nudity and he bailed.” Eddie shakes his head. “Ironic considering he’s the most fit of all of us.”

“I dunno. I think you were perfect for the cover.

“The guitar was there to hide the fact that I don’t have abs,” Eddie laughs as they both step into the elevator. “I’m scrawny and pale and probably not what anyone wants to see naked.”

“I bought three copies,” Steve admits.

Eddie’s looking at him, up and down, checking him out. It can’t be mistaken for anything else.

“Why did you need three?” Eddie asks as they arrive at the second floor.

“Well, one is kept under my bed,” Steve hopes he understands what he’s saying. By the choking noise Eddie makes, he does. “One is for the coffee table. One is for emergencies.”

Eddie lets out a hysterical laugh. “What kind of emergency would you need a copy of my magazine for?”

“Horny ones.”

“Do you regularly have those?”

Steve leads him to the studio he needs, taking his time so he can spend as many seconds with Eddie as he can get away with. Once he’s in the studio, he probably won’t see him again.

“Since that article came out, they’ve been happening more often,” Steve smiles to himself. “I’m kinda into the pale and scrawny look.”

“Noted,” Eddie comes to a stop next to Steve. “When do you get off?”

“Hopefully tonight.”

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest and @steddiebingo.

Slippery When Wet

Steddie Bingo Prompt: Thunder | CCF Prompt #20 - Without Limits | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Lingering Upside Down Trauma | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie, Platonic Stobin | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Roommates, Friends to Lovers

Eddie jolts awake, sitting upright in his bed as he feels his heart hammering against his chest. He's sick of this, this constant thrum of fear that lives inside his body.

"It's thundering," Steve says from the doorway, and Eddie nods. It is. He can hear it now.

Steve approaches the bed, and pulls back the pile of blankets, crawling in beside him. Bare arm sliding against Eddie's.

"Gross, you're sweaty," he says, and Eddie laughs. He is. He wonders if it was the storm that woke him up, after all. Maybe he was having a nightmare. "Maybe if you didn't dress for winter to sleep, you wouldn't wake up in a puddle of your own excrement."

Eddie barks out a laugh, his voice dry from sleep, "Excrement is shit. I didn't shit the bed."

"Oh," Steve says, then doubles down, "no, I'm pretty sure it means sweat, too."

Eddie's pretty sure it doesn't. But he's not gonna fight about. He runs hot these days, and he worries he's got some kind of festering infection when he wakes up perpetually damp. 

It takes him a few minutes to realize what Steve meant, "You meant excretions."

But Steve doesn't move, doesn't answer. Doesn't seem to mind the sweat after all, because he's already rolled onto his side and has fallen back to sleep. Eddie knows this visit to his bed is for Eddie's benefit, not his own. Steve Harrington can sleep anywhere, anytime, unbothered.

Still. Eddie appreciates it. States away from Hawkins, he hasn't shook off the damage it inflicted. There's no limit on the blast zone, apparently. He's gonna carry it around forever.

At least Steve Harrington helps shoulder the load.

"Breakfast!" Robin yells, banging a wooden spoon against the door frame of Eddie's bedroom. Eddie groans, and rolls over, only remembering that Steve's next to him when his knee brushes Steve's hairy thigh. 

"Unggghh," Steve bemoans at the banging noise, and Eddie chuckles. His thoughts exactly.

But they get out of bed, and Steve stretches, hands over his head, shoulders rotating. Eddie should be used to this. Used to seeing Steve in only his underwear, but he's not. 

If Steve can feel his eyes gliding over his body, from his chest hair, to the solid trail down his chest to his belly, disappearing into his briefs, gratefully, he doesn't mention it. 

Steve cups himself, making some kind of adjustment, and only then does Eddie tear his eyes away.

In the kitchen, Eddie's in his sweatshirt and cut off sweatpants. Steve, well, he's still barely dressed. 

"Steve! Clothes are not optional at the table. They are required. Super required," Robin chides, but Steve doesn't cave to her demands, and perches on the bar stool in his underwear, back hunched over his plate.

"I'm covered," he argues. 

"I can see your nipples." 

"Oh no, not my nipples!" he declares, being a sarcastic ass. Eddie loves it, even if Robin doesn't. 

Eddie wants to count the moles on Steve's bare back, wants to trace them. With his tongue, preferably, but decides his fingers will do.

He finds the largest one, and works from there. Feels the slightly raised scars that haven't quite faded from Steve's skin where he was dragged across the dry riverbed. Steve says nothing, he's used to Eddie being weird by now, undoubtedly. So he traces a pattern, then starts spelling a word. Steve cocks his head. Able to tell the difference. 

"K," he says, mouth full of eggs, then pauses, paying attention as he chews. "I-N-G-S-T," he says, then brushes Eddie's hand away. "Very funny, asshole."

"King Steve is grouchy this morning," Eddie pokes, and reaches over his shoulder to steal a piece of his toast even if his own plate is sitting right there. Robin makes breakfast. They make dinner. That's the deal.

The thunderstorm from last night is lingering, rattling the flimsy apartment windows, and Eddie hopes it clears off soon. He doesn't care for the thunder.

It didn't clear off. In fact, it felt like a storm cloud was over his head all damn day, like he was Charlie Brown. When he walks into the apartment he's soaked to the bone, and starts shedding his clothes at the front door so he doesn't track water all over the place.

Having just dropped his wet boxers, he nearly jumps out of his skin when Steve appears across the living room.

"Jesus Christ!" Eddie shouts, clutching at his bare chest. He's usually home first. Not today, apparently. He doesn't usually like himself on display, the scars bother him, but this is just Steve. He's seen them fresh, raw and bloody. Healed is nothing in comparison.

Steve just grins, and squats down to pick up Eddie's wet pile of clothes, "Cock out in the living room. I'm telling Robin."

Eddie laughs, a little too hysterically, willing his dick to ignore everything that's happening right now. Steve, crouched at his feet, his cock nearly eye-level. It's a lot to ask, and it jumps, starting to get hard.

Steve notices. There's no way he doesn't. Eddie shoves at Steve's shoulder, desperate to escape this situation.

"I'll throw these in with mine. Take a shower, warm up, then we'll start cooking," Steve instructs. And Eddie follows his directions, because it's easier than having to make his own decisions while he's this embarrassed.

Eddie grabs clean clothes, and the warm shower does feel good. 

Then, he hears the bathroom door squeak open.

Privacy is non-existent. 

"Hey, Ed?" Steve calls out.

"Yeah?"

"Were you hard for me, or just, like, the breeze?" Steve asks, and Eddie wishes Pennywise would appear to pull him down this shower drain immediately.

"Steve," he says, hoping that'll be enough to shoo him away. To stop this conversation.

It doesn't. Steve pulls back the shower curtain, looking right at Eddie's face, "If it was, I'm climbing in. If not, we'll never talk about it again."

Eddie scoots back, making room, "Watch your step, Harrington. It's slippery when wet."

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[dreamwatch]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

Prompt 19: Needful Things | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: MCD | POV: Gareth | Relationships: Gareth & Eddie, Gareth & Wayne | Wayne Munson, light angst, Post S4, Eddie's necklace is the star of the show, canon MCD

Gareth stands in the middle of Wayne Munson’s shitty motel room, filled to the brim with boxes and black plastic sacks. A whole life shoved into trash bags. Two lives, really.

“I’ve got everything I want,” Wayne said to them. He was leaving town, nothing left for him in Hawkins now except hate and a job he wasn’t welcome at anymore. “I can only take so much. So, you boys help yourself. It’s what he would have wanted.”

He’d left them then, Jeff, Matt and Gareth sitting on a sticky carpet with their best friends possessions, choosing things to remember him by. It felt invasive, even with Wayne’s permission. But they spend an hour gently unboxing Eddie’s things, and passing them round, splitting t-shirts and tapes, laughing at some photographs, crying at others. They put Eddie’s D&D things and an Iron Maiden t-shirt in a bag for Dustin, a couple of tapes and some figures for Mike and Lucas.

There are things missing, though. Eddie’s body had never been found, had fallen into a ravine in the earthquake. All they have is an empty casket under a bloodied headstone. His jewellery was lost in the fiery dirt and Gareth cannot remember a single day when Eddie didn’t wear those huge silver rings or the delicate necklace.

Gareth feels flayed by the time they’re done, but they pack their bags carefully, handling their new possessions like precious relics.

A flash of silver catches Gareth’s eye.

He says he’ll follow, just needs to use the bathroom real quick, but when the door closes he bolts to the side of Wayne’s bed.

The silver ball chain hangs from the bed post, a familiar pick threaded on the end.

It’s impossible.

It’s a copy, has to be.

Gareth carefully unhooks the necklace and is immediately horrified to find tiny flakes of dried blood trapped in the ball links. There’s a small ‘E’ roughly scratched on the back. There’s no doubt it’s real.

Gareth knows it’s wrong the second he thinks of putting in his pocket, but he does it anyway. Wraps his fingers around the chain links and bites his lip trying to stave off tears. He just wants to be close to Eddie. He just needs him. This is the closest he can get.

It’s too much of a risk to wear it during the day, where the other might see it, but when he comes home from school he hurries to his room and slips the necklace over his head. He feels heat radiate from it, the chain always warm against his skin.

At night he dreams.

He’s high above the ground, the sky dark and crackling with red lighting. He’s playing guitar and Dustin is there, and then he sees them, a swarm of bats headed their way, and they run, they leap off the roof and it’s Eddie’s trailer but it’s all wrong, all rotten. The creatures fly at them as they lock themselves in and they’re elated but then the swarm is in the trailer and he gets Dustin out through a hole in Eddie’s ceiling and it doesn’t makes sense, none of it makes any sense.

Then he’s running, grabbing a bike to escape the creatures but they knock him to the ground, and now he’s close he sees the eyeless faces, sees the heads that are just mouths filled with teeth. They pin him to the floor, tails lashing his wrists and ankles and then they bite. Flesh is torn from him and he’s screaming but it’s not him, that’s not his voice and it’s not a dream.

He blinks and Dustin is holding him, tears pouring down his face.

“I love you man.”

“I love you too.”

Gareth wakes with a start and vomits over the side of his bed.

It’s the same the next night, and the next, and he should stop because he’s twisting a knife in a wound that cannot exist.

He comes home from school to find Wayne Munson waiting for him.

“I think you might have something of mine.”

Gareth’s heart thunders in his chest.

“I understand why you took it,” Wayne adds, softly. “But I think you know why I have to take it back.”

The world tips beneath him, because they’re dreams. Nightmares. He lost his best friend and he stole his necklace and his brain his punishing him for it. But Wayne keeps looking at him and there's surety, a calmness, and Gareth knows.

“How?” he ask breathlessly.

“I don’t know,” Wayne admits. “Don’t care to think on it too much, truth be told. Maybe it’s a miracle. Maybe it’s a curse.”

Gareth pulls the necklace from his wallet and hands it back to Wayne. Waynes large calloused fingers wrap around it and hold it close.

“Do you wear it?”

Wayne nods, just once. “Every night.”

Gareth feels the touch of leathery wings and razor teeth and shudders.

“How can you stand it? To see what he went through.”

Wayne shakes his head. “It’s not always like that. Sometimes it’s good. I see him when he was little, running around and laughing. Sitting out on the porch with me in the sun, playing his guitar. Sometimes he’s playing his music or his game with you, and Jeffrey and Matthew.” Wayne smiles to himself. “I see him when he was happiest.”

Eddie’s whole life locked in his necklace, sharing a different memory every night, like a TV set that changes channels on it’s own. Of course it brings comfort to Wayne.

Heat rushes to Gareth’s face.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I took it.”

“It pulls you in.” Wayne clutches the necklace in his hand, thumb caressing the scratched ‘E.’ “Just like he did.”

The wind picks up, fallen golden leaves flutter in the air, and Gareth feels cracked open.

“I should go,” Wayne says, slipping the necklace over his head. “You take care, son.”

Gareth watches as Wayne drives away, taking the last of Eddie with him.

Another one of those ocassions where the idea is too big for the word count, but hopefully it still works.

@the-unforgivenn

[shelleyminx]

this was written for @corrodedcoffinfest Media Mania

I'm ready to grow young again

Prompt Day 20: Without Limits | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: G | CW: none | POV: Eddie | Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington | Tags: Eddie Munson Lives, Pre-steddie, tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of music again, Wayne loves Abba in all my verses

Summary:

After admitting he doesn't know Steve well enough to throw a mixtape for him like he did for all his friends, Eddie is gifted with a tape with 15 songs, each one with a voice memo on why Steve likes the song. He decides he needs to spend time with this Steve face to face, be on the other end of the yapping for a change, maybe give Steve the courage to do something he always wanted to.

It's not Eddie's fault if he kinda falls for this boy during the process.

this is a standalone fic but it's also a sequel to this | read it on ao3

Eddie is obviously surprised when he gets a mixtape from Steve. He's been giving everyone mixes and admitted, by sending him a monstrosity consisting of two tracks and a voice memo, that he didn't know Steve enough to figure out a tape for him.

The answer is this: Simply titled “Steve” with a list of 15 song titles written in the back, politely sent by mail.

Eddie's first track was Born to Run, Steve's is No Surrender, both by Bruce Springsteen. The song plays and when it ends, Eddie's taken aback by Steve's voice.

“Uh– Hi? Dude, it's fine, you don't have to know me or to be my friend just because we went through things. But… I'll try to tell you something about myself and some songs I like since you went through the trouble of sending me a tape. You can skip it if it doesn't sound interesting. The first is No Surrender, not only because you were right about Springsteen, but because I think it's a perfect way to start a mix. Have you ever dreamt of just… Having no limits? Getting in the car and driving really fast, going nowhere in particular? I'd love to blast this song and do this. Drive till I felt like flying, like I had no past or future to think about. I think you might get the picture, after all, you designated me as the getaway driver of the group, huh? So yeah, I like Springsteen and driving, no matter which car.”

It's shocking. Not the information itself, but the simple existence of a tape. An answer. Eddie thought Steve would probably laugh and forget about it, maybe thank him when they ran into each other, maybe never mention it. Not this. Would each track have a memo?

He soon learned that yes. Some more detailed, some just emanating a simple “I just love this song and I don't care if you don't” energy. It's the most endearing and precious gift he's ever gotten because it's so vulnerable and real. At the end of it, he really feels like he knows Steve better and it feels good, like he found a piece of a puzzle. Most of his friends are people who wear their thoughts and likes on their sleeves and when they don't, he finds ways to barge in. But Steve is private to a level that it seems like he doesn't really like or even care about anything. He wears a handsome boy facade and lives like that's all there is to him. Only now Eddie knows he loves Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond because his grandad plays it at family functions and that he rented every movie with Bette Davis available at Family Video because of the Kim Carnes song (that is actually a cover “Did you know that? I had no idea. A customer told me, but I never heard the original. There's no way it's better than Kim's anyway”)

Eddie wants to spend time face to face with this Steve. Be on the other end of someone's yapping for a change.

So he calls Robin and asks for Steve's day off using the excuse of needing help with the car. Then calls Steve, who answers at the third ring.

“Dude, hi! I need help, man. I have an appointment out of town on Thursday but neither my uncle or Jeff can drive me. Just routine stuff, but I was wondering if you could help?”

“Oh. Yeah, sure. It's my day off, it'll be no problem.”

Eddie only lies because he doesn't know how to make the actual invitation without being awkward. When Thursday comes, he has an entire speech prepared to reassure him that it's fine if he doesn't want to go.

“I think you should do what you said.” Eddie starts while accommodating himself on the passenger seat, more nervous than he anticipated.

“But– I didn't say anything?”

“Not now! On the tape. Blasting Springsteen and driving fast till it's like flying, no destiny in mind.”

Steve's eyes go wide, his cheeks pink, his mouth opens and closes and opens again.

“You heard that.”

“You sent it to me!”

“I… I wasn't thinking! Fuck, that's awkward. You must be thinking I'm such a needy freak, huh?”

“That would actually be me.” Eddie laughs a little “I think it's awesome. Your takes on Under Pressure and Human Nature? Super cool! Got me listening to Abba too, Wayne has never been so happy.” Steve's incredulous face turns more interested as he talks “And that might've been such work to do. Seriously, I think I'm in love with you now, that was straight up the coolest way to answer my lame attempt of mix.” The words slip from his tongue and he wishes Steve doesn't take it too literally. They're barely friends yet.

“I think it was very considerate of you to send it to me anyway. Plus I love both songs.” The way he looks down and smiles is pure beauty. “So your appointment is…”

“Driving really fast while you guide me through more of your music.” Eddie shrugs “No retreat, baby, no surrender.”

“Alright.” He says as he picks up a tape inside the glove box and hits play before starting the engine.

They drive far, until the sun is down and they're feeling young and filled with singing and laughter. They stop to buy snacks at a gas station and Eddie leaves Wayne a voice message reassuring he is fine. They lay on top of the hood of the BMW and share silly stories about their lives while drinking Coke. They scream just to hear the echoes of their own voices. They act juvenile and stupid for once. Eddie insists he's fine enough to sleep in the car and go home in the morning, so they do. They learn so much about each other…

And if Eddie falls even more for this Steve he now knows, it's between him and his own future mixtapes.

[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest 2025 - Day 20 - Without Limits

Summary: If Eddie Munson wants to graduate, he has to do the impossible: run a mile.

Word Count: 992

Rating: T

Warnings/Themes: Boys will be boys, friendship, humor

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A lot of people speculated why Eddie Munson repeated senior year so many times.

Had he skipped class one too many times? Possibly.

Was he just that bad of a student? He actually got an A in a few subjects. Thank you very much.

Did he fill Principal Higgins car with shaving cream as a senior prank back in '84? Trick question, he actually did that after he found out he was not going to pass.

Truth be told, there were many factors that influenced Eddie's repeated failure, but there was one common denominator:

Eddie Munson Hated P.E. Class.

But could you blame him?

Since he started high school, he always had the most unfortunate placement for P.E. on his schedule. First class of the day? Ruined the whole day of classes by making you sweaty first thing in the morning. Last class of the day? Ruined the afternoon. Class right before lunch? Well, then you were too hungry. Right after lunch? Too full.

There was no good time for P.E. and no one was ever willing to listen to his arguments. And the person who hated the argument the most? Coach Hunt. A big, burly mountain of a man with a bald spot that could land a helicopter and the most nasal voice Eddie had ever heard.

He wasn't even that bad of a guy. Just a stickler for the rules.

"I don't understand why you can't just pass me," Eddie sighed. "I don't want to do this as much as you don't want me to do this."

"I'm not asking you to be the quarterback on the football team here, Munson," Coach sighed. "I'm not even asking you to do the whole Presidential Fitness Test. I just need you to make a mile in 30 minutes to pass. To graduate. Everyone can do it."

"I hate running," Eddie argued.

"Then walk."

"But a mile???"

"Yes," Coach nodded. "A mile. "

"Can I blame Reagan for this?" Eddie asked.

"No."

"But I don't wanna."

"Then I'll see you next year, kid."

There was a drawn out pause before Eddie threw his hands in the air and said, "fine."

But it was not fine.

Eddie complained every step of the way, and his friends were getting sick of it.

"Everyone does it, Eddie," Jeff tried to reason.

"Don't group me in with the plebs, Jeffrey," the super super senior scoffed and threw a pretzel at him. "I am not like everyone. There isn't much I'm not keen to do, you guys. You need me to haul shit around? Move boxes for Bev? Carry an amp up a flight of stairs? I'm your man. But running? I dunno. I'm not built for it. I get hot and sweaty and it feels like my guts are gonna spill out of my body."

"That's just how it is," Dave shrugged. "And you get through it and you pass and you graduate."

"What do you need to get through it?" Gareth questioned. "You can borrow my walkman. Listen to some music to get you hyped up."

"I already asked Hunt," Eddie grumbled, sinking in to his seat. "I need to do it just like everyone else if I wanna pass. No extra time. No music. No exceptions."

So focused on his impending doom, he didn't see the look of determination on his friends faces.

---

The day finally came, and he was not ready.

He dragged his feet into the locker room, changed into his P.E. uniform that was, honestly, a little musty from disuse. Even on the days when he didn't skip, he rarely put the full uniform on. The tshirt over his jeans, or the shorts with one of his band tees and leather jacket. Now he was in full Hawkins High Athletics Department regalia and he felt like he was gonna vomit.

"Full participation points today, Munson," Coach greeted him as he finally joined his classmates, who couldn't care less about the torture that waited for them just beyond the double doors.

Then again, they were probably not dreading this as much as he was.

He trudged along at the back of the class as Coach led them all out to the track, and then when the others ran he simply started walking. Eddie kept his head down, uninterested as he shuffled, preparing himself for another year of failure.

Until the speaker system around the track squeaked to life, and the first notes of Vangelis' Chariots of Fire played on electric guitar wailed over the otherwise calm of the P.E. class.

Eddie's head shot up and he looked around, finally narrowing in on several figures that were set up by the bleachers. Jeff and Dave with their instruments wired up to some device that Dustin--who waved at him--fiddled with. And Gareth with a snare drum and high hat, beating out triples and drumrolls along with them.

"What the heck?" Coach's voice was drowned out by the growing music, and Eddie started to shuffle a little quicker. One foot in front of the other, then faster and faster. Round and round the track, he even passed a few other students as he went, for the first time ever.

He kept his breathing steady, just like he did when he was performing, kept his pacing even, all while his friends played. They even cheered him on every time he passed them.

He kept focus and kept running until...

"Munson!" Coach's arm slammed across his chest. "Stop!"

"What? What the hell?" He shouted, immediately irritated. Coach Asshole was ruining his last chance.. "I was doing it, I was running. I was gonna do it."

"Well, you did it, kid," the older man laughed.

It was a record scratch moment.

He did it.

He, Eddie Munson, ran the mile.

"I'm gonna graduate?" he asked softly, in wonderment. Coach Hunt beamed and nodded. Eddie threw his arms up in the air and shouted. "Fuck yeah!"

Maybe it really was his year after all.

[punkrockmlchael]

The Gift that Keeps on Giving

Masterlist | Eddie Munson Masterlist | Corroded Coffin Masterlist

FanBoy!Eddie Munson x Popstar!Fem Reader

(Both Eddie and Reader are 18+)

This fic is for: birthday boy pop-up event by @corrodedcoffinfest ; the prompt is “gift”

Prompt: Gift | Word Count: 8,897 | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Eddie Munson x Popstar!Fem Reader | Content Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of Weed and Underage Drinking | Tags: Eddie Munson, Fanboy Eddie, Popstar Reader, Concert, Gift, Meet and Greet, Celebrity Crush

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Eddie is lowkey a Pervert with so many thoughts about you, Dirty Talking, Kinda a Fanboy kink if you can call it that? (Mutual between Eddie and Reader), Smut: Oral (Fem and Male Receiving), Fingering, Cum Eating, Protected PinV, afab reader

Synopsis: Eddie was your biggest fan; it started after Gareth decided to drag him to your concert. Now, Eddie just doesn't shut up about you. So, the guys decide to come together and pitch in on an amazing Birthday gift for Eddie. This is based off of this blurb I had written and I had people ask for more of these two (including them actually meeting); so woo! Also this slowly turned into the longest fic I have ever written so, I hope you enjoy!!

Word Count: 8.8k

Two months.

It had been two months since your newest album had been released to the public—copies of the vinyls sat in record stores far and wide while your top song played on every radio station on the top of every hour. 

It had been two whole months of Eddie Munson playing your album every day and night, no matter what he was doing within the four walls of his cluttered bedroom. 

Your pop sound and lyrics were a stark contrast to the usual heavy metal music that would ring through his room as he laid back on his bed, packing a bowl of the latest recommendation from his dealer. He’d play your music in the background while he messed around with his guitar, adding some heavy riffs to the poppy sounds that played from the record player. He’d sit on his bed, hand in his pants with his cock in his fist tightly; he’d stroke himself while your voice filled his ears, edging him closer and closer to release. The sound of your sweet and soft voice played late into the night, always seeming to help him drift off to sleep faster; and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that to anyone that would listen. 

Anyone. 

No, really, the Hellfire boys were so fucking sick of listening to Eddie bring you up in every conversation–during lunch at the cafeteria, between battles at Hellfire campaigns, during a late night smoke session in his van by the lake–it didn’t matter the occasion, your name was always rolling off of his lips like a prayer. It was like he was dating you; he spoke about you so highly and intimately, there was never anything negative spoken about you by that boy.

He was just such a love sick little puppy that thought about you every single minute of his morning, afternoon and evening. And the Hellfire boys always just shared looks and groaned while rolling their eyes when Eddie started talking about you. And Eddie noticed their looks, he noticed their annoyance with him but that didn’t stop him from speaking about you… it had actually gotten to the point where he would join the conversations of the cheerleaders just so he could talk about you and your music. 

You released a new song? He ran to the girls to ask if they had heard it yet before gushing over how good it was because, you never seem to have any songs that suck.

You announced a tour or a show near them? He was telling all the girls that he was going to do anything in his power to make sure he would be at that show, seeing you perform live yet again.

And, let’s be real, all these cheerleaders thought that was funny as hell, but they always allowed Eddie to join their conversations; in fact, some of the cheerleaders went out of their way and started the conversations with him. He was just like them—he was a fanboy at heart and he couldn’t help that you were his current unconventional musical hyper fixation at the moment. 

It had been two whole months of your posters and pictures being placed on his walls, hung up so carefully to ensure that they wouldn’t rip or tear. And, every time the guys came over he was constantly getting attacked and questioned by those pieces of paper. The posters were everywhere, there was one above his bed, there was one above his record player, hell, this motherfucker had one on the ceiling above his bed. You were the last thing he saw before he fell asleep and the first thing he saw when he woke up in the morning, cheesy, right? And, fuck, did the Hellfire boys tease him about that. I mean, it’s not everyday that the stoner Metalhead had pictures of a pop princess on his wall. 

But, could you blame him? You just happened to look oh so good in those posters. 

And his favorite to this day was still the one of you in that short fucking black dress; he made sure that poster was above his record player so he could look at you while sitting on his bed. He just couldn’t help it—that picture didn’t leave anything to the imagination. The way your curves were so full and perfect, god, he wanted to run his hands all over your body, feeling every single curve and divet of your plush skin. The way your cleavage looked like it could pop out of that dress at any moment, god, he wanted to reach out and squeeze your breasts gently, hearing the small moans and whines escape your mouth while he massages them between his hands, thumbs running over your hardened nipples slowly. Eddie just loved that dress on you so much but he desperately wanted to see it on his bedroom floor–preferably in a pile with his own clothes while you were pressed up against him, moaning and groaning his name with each and every thrust he made. 

He had countless thoughts about you since he had first listened to that album and somehow each one seemed worse than the last. 

He knows, he knows–he’s a pervert. You don’t have to tell him twice.

Seriously, though, each thought was worse than the last. He’s imagined you on your knees in front of him, hand wrapping around the base of his cock while taking it in your pretty little mouth. He’s imagined you on your knees on his bed while he's thrusting into you from behind, so deep and fast that you are screaming his name. He’s imagined hovering over you, kissing the soft skin of your neck as he thrusts into you slow and deep, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He’s imagined you on top of him, riding on his cock with your tits bouncing in his face. He’s imagined quickies with you after your shows in the dressing room, directly backstage, in the bathroom. You name it he’s probably thought of it with you. 

Eddie was just so whipped and craved you. Craved to know how you felt, how you smelled, how you tasted, how you sounded… he craved to know every little thing about you; all your little imperfections, quirks, any skeletons you had hidden in your closet. He just craved to know you on such an intimate and personal level. But, sadly, you were just a celebrity crush who didn’t even know he existed. 

At least, until tonight.

Tonight you were back in Hawkins, Indiana for a concert. Tonight, on Eddie Munson’s 19th birthday, you were in Hawkins, Indiana. You were in his hometown for his birthday. God, it was like the stars were aligning to give him the best birthday he’s had in a while, if not ever.

Eddie had purchased his ticket for your show months ago, literally the day they went on sale; he had called Gareth and bought a ticket for both of them (and, Gareth wasn’t entirely thrilled about that, but he knew he had to support his best friend… especially on his birthday). 

He had his ticket, he had his best friend by his side, he knew your new songs front to back; he was beyond ready for your concert.

But, the Hellfire boys had a surprise gift for him. They all knew he had a concert ticket, hell, the entire school knew he had a ticket to your show tonight. But, what he didn’t have was a meet and greet VIP ticket… at least, until Jeff pulled some strings with his dad who worked at the venue you were going to be performing at. 

And, my god, you should have seen the look on Eddie’s face when he opened that gift. At first, he looked at the Hellfire boys with a questionable look, he already had tickets, he didn’t need them. But when he read the words “VIP Meet and Greet Ticket” with your name next to it? Yeah, he screamed. A literal scream left his mouth as he thought about meeting you, talking to you, hugging you. And Gareth shook his head because he knew he’d have to stand next to Eddie the entire time during this Meet and Greet. (But, come on, Gareth was also secretly excited to meet you and see you face to face as well; he was just… not excited to deal with Eddie the whole time…) 

So, now, Eddie stood next to Gareth waiting in the meet and greet line amongst a ton of younger girls and teenage girls that were all gushing to meet you. And Eddie was shaking from head to toe. He was both excited and terrified at the same time. What if you were mean? What if you hated him? What if you were a bitch? What if you aren’t like anything he has pictured you to be? What if everything he has thought about you was actually just something he made up and you weren’t that perfect little angel he has you made out to be?

He’s never met a celebrity before… are you really just a normal person like him? Do you enjoy going to the movies just like he did? Do you enjoy listening to music and getting high just like he did? Do you enjoy pancakes over waffles just like he did? Do you enjoy spending your free time with friends and family just like he did?

“Eddie,” Gareth said, looking at his friend. Eddie snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Gareth, raising an eyebrow. 

“Hm?” He replied, looking at Gareth.

“We’re next,” Gareth said, motioning to the nonexistent line in front of them. Eddie gulped, looking up in front of him. He caught a glimpse of you and your smile and panicked. 

“I can’t do this,” Eddie said, shaking his head. Gareth rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Yes, you can. Please, you don’t shut up about her. At least talk to her.” Gareth replied, looking at his friend. “She’s not going to bite you or anything.”

“She might.”

“Next!” The security guard called, looking up Eddie and Gareth. He raised his eyebrow slightly when he saw the two boys but shrugged, allowing them through. The pair walked towards the stage where you were standing in front of a pale pink and purple backdrop with hearts all over it. 

God, why was Eddie’s head spinning? He felt hot. He felt dizzy. He felt like the room was slowly melting away from around him as he stood there, looking at you. It felt like the heavens were opening up and shining down on you as you stood in front of them, glowing like an angel, a goddess, a beautiful princess that he wanted to sweep off your feet with his wit, charm and good looks.

You looked up at Gareth and Eddie and smiled, waving them towards you. “Hi!” You cheered. “Thank you for coming, oh my gosh!” 

God, when you spoke it sounded like a chorus of angels signing around you. Eddie had never been to church, but he felt like he wanted to fall to knees to worship you and sing your praises.

Gareth stepped towards you but Eddie didn’t, he just stood there frozen. He looked you up and down, taking in your appearance. Your hair and makeup were already clearly done for the concert—hair curled perfectly, not even moving as you moved your head side to side, beautiful soft pink eyeshadow with glitter overtop, making you sparkle each time you moved. You were wearing some baggy light blue jeans and a pink crop top that showed off your midriff perfectly. 

God, you were perfect. You were real, you were perfectly real, and you were standing right in front of Eddie, beckoning him towards you with those beautiful and subtle hand motions.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” Gareth said softly, stepping closer to you. You smiled at him, opening your arms for a hug. Gareth didn’t decline, he wrapped his arms around you gently before pulling away, looking at Eddie. 

Eddie watched Gareth hug you before he stepped closer, a nervous smile on his face. “Hi,” he spoke softly. 

You opened your arms and Eddie quickly stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your body as he pulled you close to him. Your arms wrapped around him, smiling as you stood there embracing each other. His arms moved down to your waist gently as he held you against his soft and warm body. It felt like it was just you two in the room as you hugged, sparks flying around you like fireworks. He was so happy to be embracing you, to be holding you, and you allowed him to. You allowed him to hug you and hold you as long as he pleased; you didn’t pull away, you didn’t back away, you just hugged him tighter and smiled as he held you close to his body. 

After what felt like ages, Eddie finally pulled away from the hug, looking at you with a goofy and giddy grin on his face. Gareth glanced at Eddie and raised an eyebrow slightly before looking back at you. 

You smiled at them both, “thanks for coming to meet me and hang out!” You giggled, looking at them. “You probably know my name, but I don’t know yours…” You pouted, looking at the two boys in front of you that looked like they were at the wrong concert. Heavy metal band tees on, ripped jeans, boots on their feet; why on earth were they here to listen to you?

“I’m Gareth,” Gareth said softly, nodding with a smile. 

“I’m Eddie, it’s uh, it’s really cool to meet you. I’ve been listening to your music for quite some time and when I saw you were coming today I just had to come see you. Makes for a really cool birthday.” Eddie smiled, watching you. 

“Birthday? Oh my gosh, is today your birthday?” You asked, Eddie nodded slightly.

“Yeah, nineteen. Scary number,” he joked. 

“Our friend got him a meet and greet ticket for his birthday,” Gareth piped in, looking at Eddie. “He’s like, your number one fan.” 

“Oh my gosh, I was your birthday gift? That’s so cool!” You gushed, “thank you for listening to my music and supporting me, really, it means the world to me. I wouldn’t be able to do what I love doing without people like you.” 

“Yeah,” Eddie stuttered out, nodding at you. “Anytime,” he added. 

You smiled, looking at the boys. “Well, can I interest you in a picture together? A signed poster? I have to make sure my number one fan has the best birthday ever.” 

Eddie blushed. You just acknowledged him and called him your number one fan. Fuck. 

“Yeah, that'd be cool,” Eddie smiled, Gareth nodded as well. 

“Perfect, come here and smile for the camera.” You said, motioning towards the boys. They walked to you, standing on either side of you. Gareth stood on your left and Eddie stood on your right. You wrapped your arms around their backs gently and looked at the camera and smiled with the boys. Once the photo was taken you looked at Eddie with a smile. “Want a picture of just the two of us?” You asked. He looked at you nervously. 

“You, uh, you’d do that for me? Can we? Really?” He asked. You nodded. 

“Of course! Consider it a birthday gift from me to you.” 

Gareth took this as a sign to step away, leaving you and Eddie together for your own picture. You wrapped your arms around Eddie’s waist and smiled, leaning closer to him for the picture. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as a goofy grin appeared on his face.

After the photo was taken you hugged Eddie again, smiling at him. “Happy birthday, Eddie. It was nice to meet you and Gareth,” you said, glancing at Gareth. “I hope you both enjoy the show. I’ll see you around, yeah?” 

“Thanks, princess,” Eddie smiled. Gareth smiled as well, waving at you. The two grabbed their posters and were on their way while you turned towards your next fan here for meet and greet—a little girl and her mom. You were crouching towards the ground to get to the level of the little girl as she ran towards you for a hug. You hugged her tightly and smiled, rocking her back and forth gently. 

Eddie looked back and watched from afar as he left. 

Fuck, did he love you.  

“I’ll be back,” Eddie yelled to Gareth over the noise of the bar. Your concert was over and Eddie was bummed to leave, so Gareth suggested heading to the Hideout for a few drinks to celebrate his birthday. Eddie reluctantly agreed, even though he’d rather be at home right now thinking about you with his pants around his ankles and his hand on his cock, stroking himself in time to your music.

Gareth nodded at Eddie, before going back to his conversation with Jeff. They were having a heated argument about something, but Eddie didn’t really listen to the details because he didn’t really care. That sounded rude, oh well, it was true. All he cared about right now was you. 

“Jack and Coke, please,” Eddie said as he walked up to the bar, away from Gareth and the other boys in the crowd. He grunted as he took a seat in one of the uncomfortable bar stools. The bartender looked up at him and smiled slightly, nodding to get him his drink. “Thanks, Mark,” Eddie added, watching the usual bartender go off to fix his drink. Once the drink was in his hand he raised it slightly, giving a nod to Mark as he began sipping on his drink. He looked around the bar, eyeing his surroundings as he usually did. 

Your concert was over, you had left the stage long ago and were probably a long ways away from Hawkins by now. Why would you stay here longer than you had to? Eddie sighed to himself, finishing the drink in his hand a little too quickly.

He had finally gotten to meet you, to hug you, to smell you. That was weird, yeah, he’s weird, but, did you know you smell like a mixture of roses and strawberries? Like, he was walking through a strawberry field with a bouquet of roses in his hands, on the way to give you said bouquet before falling to his knees to confess his undying love for you. Begging you for a chance to let him love you and hold you for as long as you would let him.

“Mind if I sit here?” A feminine voice rang through his ear on his left side. Eddie didn’t look up, he just nodded, mumbling what sounded like a yes as he stared down at the ice in the glass his hand was wrapped around tightly. “Thanks. Hi, I’ll have a Rum and Coke, please.”

That voice. Eddie knew that voice, he had listened to it everyday for the last two months. Not to mention, he basically drooled over it a few hours prior at the concert.

He stopped, looking up to his left. His eyes widened as he saw you sitting on the barstool next to him. Live and in the flesh.

God, you looked perfect.

Your hair was still holding its curl perfectly while resting against your shoulders, your sparkly stage makeup had been removed from your face leaving a more natural look but, damn, you still looked drop dead gorgeous. Instead of the pale pink sparkly mini skirt and matching top you wore during the concert, you now had the same baggy jeans from the meet and greet and a sweatshirt with your name on it. Wearing your own merchandise, huh? Damn, that’s hot.

You smiled as Mark slid the drink your way, leaving you with a flirty wink. “This one’s on the house, princess,” Mark said and Eddie shot him a glare. 

“Oh, why, thank you.” You replied, grabbing the glass in your hand. You brought it to your lips and smiled, sipping on the drink slowly. You glanced at Eddie, nodding at him with that adorable smile of yours. Fuck. “Hi, uh… Eddie, right?” You asked, remembering him all too well from your Meet and Greet earlier in the night. And, I mean, how could you forget him? Not many others showed up to your show with a Metallica shirt, ripped jeans and chains.

Not many people showed up like that but, damn, did you love it.

“Yeah, uh, hi. Uh, yeah, that’s me… Eddie,” he replied, nodding as he set his empty glass down on the bar, releasing his grip from it. “You, uh, remembered my name?” He asked, turning his body towards you slightly in the bar stool.

You smiled, nodding your head before sipping on your drink. “It's a little hard not to remember the name of my biggest fan.” You murmured, setting your drink down on the bar. “How was the show?”

“It was amazing, really good, actually. You always seem to kill it on stage…” Eddie said softly, taking in your appearance yet again. He just couldn't believe you were here in the Hideout and sitting right next to him. He was so scared that he was going to embarrass himself in front of you and ruin any chance he may have with you. Because, he totally believes he has a chance with you, yeah. “What, uh, what are you doing here? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m really glad you’re here and sitting next to me but… I kind of figured you’d be on a tour bus driving as far away from Hawkins as possible right now. You know, getting ready for the next concert of your tour.” He rambled on, stopping at the end to take a breath.

You giggled softly, turning your body towards him. Your left elbow rested on the bar, your chin resting on your palm as a smile appeared on your face. “Why, thank you. I already said it once but, thank you for coming to my show tonight, it means alot. And, I don’t know; I don’t have another show for a couple days so I decided to stay in town for a bit… is that not a good idea? Is it not too fun here in Hawkins?” Your right hand reached for your drink, taking a couple sips as Eddie shrugged.

“Hawkins really isn’t that fun,” he admitted, smiling at the way you gave your full attention to him. Fuck. “But, I don’t know, with a gorgeous girl like you floating around… it might get better.” He smiled, leaning a little closer to you. You blushed softly, smiling at him. You finished your drink and set the glass on the bar. 

“Yeah? Is that so?” You asked, looking at Eddie again. You were able to actually take your time looking at him now, unlike earlier. Pretty brown doe eyes, beautiful yet nervous smile, long and shaggy curls that fell into his face a bit until he repositioned his head. 

“Absolutely. You might make it worth staying here,” he nodded. You smiled again, looking up at Mark as he came over towards you two, asking about drinks. 

“Yeah, I’ll take another Rum and Coke. And a drink here for my friend, Eddie, as well please.” Mark nodded at your words before walking off to make you and Eddie both another drink.  

“Woah, you don’t need to buy me a drink, princess. I’ll survive.”

“Actually, I do. Consider it a birthday gift,” you smiled, looking at Eddie with that stupid perfect grin on your face. “Speaking of, how was your birthday?” You asked, “I’ll have to admit, I’m still feeling slightly honored that you decided to spend your birthday with me.” 

“You already gave me a birthday gift today,” he argued, referring to the solo picture of the two of you from earlier. “But, my birthday was perfect. Actually, I didn’t think it could get better but, somehow, with you next to me… it’s definitely going to go down in history as the best birthday I’ve ever had.” Eddie replied, smiling widely at you. “Not everyday you get to spend your day with your favorite popstar, you know?”

“Oh, I’m your favorite popstar, huh?” You giggled, leaning closer to him. Fuck, that giggle. 

“Well, you’re definitely up there on my list.” Eddie smiled, a chuckle escaping his lips. Mark walked back over and set the drinks down on the bar before he walked away again. You both reached for your glasses, taking them in your hands. 

“Well,” you said, raising your glass. “Happy birthday, Eddie. And, cheers to many more for you.” You and Eddie clinked your glasses together before taking a sip out of them. 

“Thank you,” he replied, nodding. “Make it a note to come to Hawkins on my birthday every year?” He teased. 

“I'll see what I can do,” you responded with a flirty wink.

“You better,” Eddie replied with a goofy smile. You sipped on your drink more, smiling as you looked around the small bar.

“This place is cool,” you commented, looking back at Eddie. “And, you hate Hawkins?” He smiled.

“Not that I hate Hawkins,” he said softly. “More so that it’s a little… boring. Not much really happens here.” He added, shrugging. He watched you with a smile on his face as you continued to look around the bar, your eyes catching the stage in the corner.

“Is that a stage?” You asked, motioning towards the corner as you sipped on your drink. Eddie’s gaze followed your and he nodded, smiling as he took another sip of his drink.

“Oh, yeah! Tons of local bands play there every week, including mine. We play here every Tuesday night.”

“Woah, you're in a band?” You asked, suddenly a bit more interested in the boy sitting next to you. 

“Yeah,” he smiled, blushing slightly as you took more interest in him. “It’s, uh, it’s called Corroded Coffin; we play some more heavy metal sounds. I’m a guitarist and lead singer in it…” Eddied replied, nodding at you.

“Corroded Coffin, huh? Sounds cool,” you giggled, finishing your drink. You set the empty glass on the bar and looked at him, “heavy metal, huh? What makes me stand out so much that you listen to my silly little pop music then?” 

Eddie chuckled nervously, finishing his drink as well. “Well, you’re very pretty, you have an amazing voice and I do have a soft spot in my heart for pop music.” He replied, setting his empty glass down next to yours. “Guilty pleasure music, I guess you can say…”

“Well, I’m honored to be part of your guilty pleasure music.” You smiled, looking at him. “Oh, and I’d absolutely love to see and hear some Corroded Coffin songs, if you’ll show me, that is. I actually do enjoy listening to a heavier metal sound from time to time.” Eddie blushed, looking at you shocked.

“You listen to heavy metal?”

“Yeah,” you giggled. “It’s funny, I make pop music but I tend to not listen to that in my free time, actually.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly as he learned more about you. “Huh. It appears there is a lot that I don’t know about you, pop princess.”

“Yeah, I get that alot,” you nodded. “So, you play guitar, huh? That’s a skill I wish I had, I’ve been pushing myself to learn but, I just have very little motivation.” You admitted softly.

“I could teach you,” Eddie suggested, looking at you with a goofy smile. “If you want me to, at least…” 

“I think I would love that, Eddie,” you giggled, looking at him. 

He smiled at your giggle, looking at you. “You’re really pretty,” he said softly, looking at you. You blushed, smiling softly.

“You’re not so bad yourself, you know that Mr. Metalhead?” You replied, causing Eddie’s cheek to turn a slight shade of pink.

And with that you were both leaning closer to each other, eyes glancing at each other’s lips as you moved closer and closer together. Time stopped. Eddie’s ears were ringing and he felt like he was vibrating. You were so close to him, so close. He could see the small freckles on your cheeks, wanting to connect them all like little constellations. He could see the tiny baby hairs that didn’t want to stay down no matter how much hairspray you used, wanting to push them back and play with them gently. He could see the small scar that sat on your forehead from when you face planted on stage one night. He could see everything, and you were so beautiful. 

You smiled your little smile, tilting your head to the side as your lips pressed against his softly. Eddie sighed, the feeling of your lips against his enough to make him weak in the knees. He moved his lips against yours, kissing you back softly as his hand moved to the side of your face. He held your cheek, caressing it even, as his thumb ran along the smooth skin. Your hand moved towards his face as well, pulling him closer during the kiss.

He suddenly forgot where he was. All the noises of the bar around; the clinking of glasses, the yelling of partiers, the sounds of men hitting on women… it was all gone. There was no one else in the room. 

It was just you and him. The way it was meant to be—the way he wanted it. The way he dreamed it would be for the rest of his life; you and him against the world. 

Eddie felt like he was dreaming. Or, he died and went to heaven. He wasn’t entirely sure which was true but he was counting his blessings, and mentally thanking Jeff for those meet and greet tickets because; fuck. That gift just keeps on giving. Literally. 

He wasn’t sure how, he wasn’t sure why, but, he didn’t fucking care about the logistics of all of this.

All Eddie cared about was the feeling of your lips on his neck as he struggled with his keys to the front door of the trailer. That, and the fact that his uncle wasn’t home, otherwise this would be awkward.

He finally got his key in the lock and turned it, pushing the door open. He stumbled inside the trailer, pulling you with him. He kicked the front door shut behind you both and led you to his bedroom, pinning you up against the back of the door. 

“God, you’re so hot,” he mumbled, lips crashing into yours desperately. Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, pulling him in closer as you kissed him back, your lips moving against his with the same desperate want and need. 

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” you replied, fingers moving through his curls gently. He groaned, his hands finding your hips. He pushed his hips against yours, grinding against you slightly. A slight moan left your lips as your eyes closed and your head fell back against the door. “Fuck, Eddie,” you sighed.

He moaned a little too loudly when he heard you say his name like that, a literal pitiful moan left his mouth as he kissed down your jawline to your neck. He attacked your neck with kisses and nips, his hips still moving against yours with a slow rhythm. “God, princess, you sound so good saying my name like that,” he mumbled, biting down on your neck a little rougher. ”You don’t know how bad I want you.”

You whined at the bite, eyes opening to look down at Eddie. Your fingers ran through his curls, tugging them gently before you looked around his room. Your eyes caught sight of the posters of you on his wall and an accidental laugh left your lips. Eddie pulled away from your neck and looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” He asked, looking at you. “Did I do something wrong?” He continued, hoping you didn’t think this was a huge mistake. 

You giggled a little, shaking your head. “No, sorry, just, you have posters of me on your wall?” You asked, glancing back at the posters that sat above his bed and above his record player. 

Eddie’s cheeks turned a bright red as he turned his head, glancing at the two posters you were talking about. “Look, I just, they came with your vinyl!” He replied, trying to prove a point. “What else am I supposed to do? Let them sit in my closet and collect dust, I mean, look at you!” He added, frantically hoping this wasn’t a weird deal breaker for you. 

Your right hand moved to his face, caressing his cheek gently before you turned his head back to face you. “You’re cute, you know that?” You asked, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. “A perfect little fanboy,” you added, kissing his lips again. ”My fanboy.”

“Fuck, yeah,” he nodded, looking at you. “Definitely your fanboy,” he replied, kissing you again. “I wanna make you feel good, please, can I?” He asked, pulling you towards his bed. You nodded, following after him. 

He tugged your sweatshirt up, pulling it up and over your body before discarding it on the floor. He laid you back on his bed gently and crawled on top of you, kissing your lips softly. Slowly, he kissed down your neck and over your chest. Eddie left soft and sweet kisses between your breasts and down your stomach, stopping right above the button of your jeans. He looked up at you, brown eyes glowing and waiting for you to give him the okay to continue.

When you nodded your head, he undid your baggy jeans. You lifted your hips gently, allowing him easier access. He pulled your jeans off gently, tossing them on the floor with your sweatshirt. He sat up on his knees, looking down at you. 

His eyes roamed over your body, committing everything to memory as you laid in front of him in your bra and panties. 

“You’re so beautiful, princess. Fuck,” he said softly, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. “Can I taste you? Please? Been dying to know what you taste like,” he begged, looking at you. 

“Fucking hell, yes. Please,” you replied, watching him pull your panties down. He left soft and sweet kisses on your inner thighs, slowly pushing your legs apart. He looked up at you as he licked a small stripe up your folds, moaning to himself as he tasted you. 

Fuck. You tasted better than he had imagined. So sweet, so… perfect. 

He licked up your folds again, his hands moving under your thighs as he pulled you closer to him, thighs now resting on his shoulders. You moaned softly, fingers tangling into his hair as you watched him. He left soft kisses on your clit, looking up at you as he did so. 

“Fuck, Eddie,” you mumbled, tugging on his curls gently. “You’re good with your mouth, ah,” you added. He groaned at your words, tongue flicking over your clit gently before he sucked on it. His right hand moved closer to your core, his pointer finger and middle fingers teasing your entrance before slowly pushing into you. You gasped at the feeling, back arching up slightly as he slowly began pumping his fingers in and out of you while simultaneously sucking on your clit. “Jesus, Eds,” you whined, pulling on his hair tighter. He groaned against you, speeding up his movements with his fingers. 

“God,” he sighed, looking up at you. “God, you’re so… hot. You’re just so fucking hot. So fucking beautiful, you sound so pretty when you’re saying my name like that. You look so pretty like that. You’re just so… perfect.” Eddie said, leaving more kisses on your inner thighs before he bit down gently, leaving a small mark on your inner thigh. 

You moaned, grinding against his fingers. “Fuck, you gonna mark me up as yours?” You asked softly, watching him leave more bite marks across your thighs. He moaned against your thigh, his hips thrusting against the bed gently at the thought. 

“Yeah,” he mumbled, nodding up at you. “Gonna make you all mine.” He bit down on the plush skin of your thigh again, his fingers curling inside of you as he pumped them. He kissed back up your body, face now inches from yours as he slowed the movements of his fingers. He pumped them slowly, curling them with each pump as he kissed your lips gently.

You kissed him back, moaning as you tasted yourself on his lips. Your fingernails ran down his back gently, scratching at the fabric of his shirt. “Eddie–ah,” you whined, moving your hips up again, grinding against his fingers as he curled them perfectly, hitting your sweet spot. “Gonna, ah, shit, gonna cum,” you moaned, kissing his lips a bit rougher than before. 

“Fuck, princess, cum for me,” Eddie groaned against your lips, speeding up his movements again. You whined his name, head falling back on his pillows as you clenched around his fingers, releasing your juices onto them with a loud moan. He pumped his fingers a bit more, helping you ride out your high as you fell back on his bed. You caught your breath, looking up at him with a sigh. He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, bringing them to his mouth. He sucked his fingers clean of your juices and moaned, looking at you. “Good god, baby, you taste amazing.” 

You blushed and looked up at him, “yeah?” You asked, smiling slightly. You sat up carefully and kissed his lips. “I bet you taste even better,” you mumbled, reaching for his shirt. You pulled it up and over his head, throwing it to the floor. You pushed him back onto his bed and straddled his lap, kissing his lips desperately. Eddie kissed you with the same desperation as his hands moved behind your back, undoing your bra gently. You slid your bra down your body, throwing it to the ground. 

You left soft and sweet kisses down his neck, chest and stomach. When you reached his jeans you left soft kisses on his erection through the denim, looking up at him as you did. You left a flirty wink before you ran your nails along his lower stomach, running over the soft hair that sat directly above his waistband.

Eddie’s breath hitched as he watched you, groaning at the sight in front of him. He had dreamed of this moment more times than he could count but never in a million years did he think it would actually happen. Like, really? Were you real right now? Or was he passed out at the bar in the Hideout?

“Can I take these off?” You asked, looking up at him as you played with the hem of his jeans. He nodded, pushing your hair out of your face gently before running his fingers through it.

“Please, princess,” he said, looking down at you. You undid his jeans quickly, pulling them down. He moved his hips up, making it easier for you to free him from his denim pants. You tossed them behind you and they landed on the floor with a thud. Your nails ran up his thighs and over the fabric of his boxers before you slid your fingers under the waistband, tugging them down gently. 

As you tugged his boxers down, his rock hard erection sprung free, hitting his stomach. You looked up at him, sinking down between his thighs.

“Well, you’re so pretty,” you mumbled, hand wrapping around the base of his cock gently. “So pretty and so big,” you commented, pumping him in your hand slowly. “Not sure if I can take all of this in my mouth but, I really want to try,” you mumbled, looking up at him as you kissed the tip of his cock. “That okay?” You asked, your tongue flicking over the slit on his tip.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Eddie moaned, watching you. “More than okay, fuck. Please, do anything you want to me, I’m yours.” You smiled, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock gently. You sucked on it slowly, moaning around him. Eddie whined, his hand running through your hair again as he gathered it gently at the back of your head. 

You moved your head down slowly, taking more of him in your mouth. He watched you, pulling your hair gently as you moved to take more and more of him in your mouth. You made it down about three quarters of the way before you gagged slightly, pulling back from him. You pumped him in your hand and looked up at him. “You’re so big, I’m not sure I can do it,” you said softly, moving back to suck on the tip of his cock gently.

“Fuck, princess, that’s okay,” he groaned, tugging on your locks again. You bobbed your head slightly, taking more of him in your mouth. 

Eddie couldn’t believe what he was seeing; this was definitely everything he imagined and more. Sure, he’d pictured you sucking his cock, but he never thought it would be too big for you to take fully in your mouth. God, you were somehow boosting his ego without even trying. Your sweet eyes looked up at him as you struggled to take him all in his mouth. Every so often you’d gag around him and pull back before going back to what you were doing. 

He moaned every time, watching you proceed to go deeper and deeper for him. He pulled your hair tighter and closed his eyes, groaning as you got him all in your mouth. You moaned around him, looking up at him. He bucked his hips up, causing you to gag loudly but stay where you were, trying to fight through the pain and uncomfort.

“Fuck, baby girl, keep doing that and I’m gonna cum.” Eddie groaned as you went back to bobbing your head slightly. He moaned your name as you took all of him in your mouth again, and he thrusted his hips up against your mouth. He tugged your hair so tightly as he panted, releasing ropes of cum into your mouth. You groaned around him, swallowing it all before you pulled away, leaving a soft kiss on the tip of his cock again. “Holy shit,” Eddie mumbled, shaking his head. “That was better than I had ever imagined.”

“You’ve… imagined that?” You asked, tilting your head slightly as you sat back on your knees on his bed. Eddie sat up, his face turning a bright red color yet again. Damn, he was really out here exposing himself to you, wasn’t he?

“I, uh,” he stuttered, looking around the room. “…no?” He said, sounding more like a question than a statement. “No, because that would be weird and not right.” He mumbled, a giggle escaped your lips as you moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“You sure?” You asked, tilting your head as you looked at him. “Because, I think you’re lying.” You mumbled, fingers trailing small circles on his chest. 

“And if I am?” He asked softly, hands moving to hold your hips. 

“I think that’s really hot…” you replied, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. He groaned against your lips and kissed you back, pulling you closer to him. He laid you back on the bed softly and hovered over you, looking down at you. 

“You are just so incredibly beautiful,” he mumbled, leaving soft kisses on your neck. “I still cannot believe this is happening,” he added, his right hand roaming over your body. He moved up to your chest, squeezing your left breast gently as he continued to kiss down your neck and upper chest. He kissed over right breast, tongue flicking over your hardened nipple. You moaned softly, hands tangling into his hair gently. 

“You’re so sweet,” you purred, tugging on Eddie’s locks. He moaned at the feeling and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking on it softly. You gasped at the feeling, head falling back on the pillows. “Fucking shit, Eddie, I think I’m going to need you to fuck me.” You mumbled, Eddie’s head shot up, looking down at you.

“Yeah?” He asked, sitting up gently. “You want me to fuck you, princess?” He asked, moving towards his bedside table for a condom.

“Want you to fuck me,” you mumbled, running your fingers over his bicep gently as he fished for a condom. “Need you to fuck me,” you added, nails scratching up and down his muscular biceps more.

“Fuck,” he groaned, opening the condom. He stood up, pumping his cock a few times before he slid the condom on slowly. He stood at the edge of his bed and grabbed your thighs gently, pulling you towards him. You squealed softly, looking up at him as he lifted your thighs, moving closer towards you. He teased your folds with the tip of his cock before he pushed in slowly, moaning as he felt you around him. 

You gasped at the feeling, looking up at him. “Eddie,” you whined softly, eyes closing slightly.

“Fuck, princess,” he groaned, filling you up completely. He stayed still for a second before he started to thrust in and out of you slowly. He pulled you closer and your legs wrapped around his body, holding him against you. “Shit,” he mumbled, hands moving down to your breasts. He squeezed your breasts, massaging them as he continued to thrust in and out of you. “So pretty like this, fuck. You look so pretty taking my cock,” he groaned out, leaning down to kiss your lips.

You groaned and kissed him back, hands wrapping around his wrists as he continued to thrust. He picked up the pace a bit, thrusting faster and deeper as he squeezed your breasts harder. 

“Ah, fuck, Eddie, shit,” you moaned, moving your hips against him as he thrusted. “Shit, fuck, you’re so big. You fill me up, god, fuck, made just for me, my perfect fanboy,” you whined, lips moving against his with desperate kisses. He moaned louder, thrusting deeper.

“Fuck, yeah. I’m your fanboy,” he groaned, biting your bottom lip gently before he tugged on it. “You’re my popstar, favorite one ever. Taking my cock so good and sounding so pretty, fuck, your moans sound prettier than your music.”

Eddie released your breasts from his hands and moved his left hand down to where your bodies were connected, rubbing slow and tight circles on your clit. A loud moan escaped your lips as your back arched off the bed, looking up at him. “Eddie, shit,” you moaned, nails scratching down his biceps again. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Yeah?” He asked, thrusting faster. “Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna cum on your favorite fanboy’s cock?”

You moaned, nodding your head repeatedly. “Yeah, fuck, gonna cum on my favorite fanboy’s cock,” you said blissed out as you felt your high come closer. Eddie made one more deep thrust and felt you clench around him. Your head fell back on the bed as you released around his cock, whining at the feeling. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you muttered.

“God, fuck, you’re so pretty baby,” Eddie groaned, “I’m gonna cum, fuck.”

“Yeah? Fuck, cum for me pretty boy,” you sighed, feeling completely blissed out. “My perfect little fanboy.” Your legs tightened around his waist, holding him close to you and inside of you. Eddie moaned at your words, his cock twitching inside of you as he released into the condom. He made a couple more thrusts before he groaned. Your legs fell back down and Eddie pulled out of you, helping you steady yourself so you didn’t fall off the bed.

He placed his hands out for you to grab and helped you sit up on the bed gently. You smiled slightly and sat on the edge of his bed, looking at him. “You’re so perfect,” he sighed, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on the lips. He reached for your panties and his Metallica shirt, handing them to you before he slid the condom off, tying it up before throwing it in the trash. You accepted the shirt and panties, sliding them both on before falling back on his bed. He chuckled slightly, looking at you. “You okay, princess?” He asked, you looked at him and nodded.

“Yeah, you just took a lot out of me, fuck, you’re amazing,” you said, smiling at him. “And, you’re coming to bed with me… right?” You asked, he shuffled towards you and smiled.

“As if that’s even a question.” He grabbed his boxers from the floor and slid them on before laying down in the bed, wrapping his arm around your waist gently.

You moved towards him, a smile on your face as you rested your head on his chest. He left a soft kiss on the top of your head and hummed, closing his eyes.

You giggled softly and he opened his eyes, looking down at you. “What?” He asked, pushing your hair out of your face gently with his finger tips. 

“A poster on the ceiling? Really?” You giggled more, pointing to the poster of you on the ceiling. He blushed softly, groaning as he covered his face with his hand. 

“Please don’t start with me,” he mumbled. 

“My perfect little fan boy, huh?” You teased and he turned bright red. 

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” He sighed, leaving another soft kiss on your forehead. 

“Oh, I will.” You said, snuggling into his side more as you closed your eyes again. 

Eddie held you close to his body and smiled a little. Tonight was different for him, he didn’t need to listen to your music to help him sleep. Instead, he was able to hold you in bed, listening to your breathing and soft snores.

Yeah, this was way better. 

Eddie woke up the next morning to some knocks on the front door of the trailer. He grunted, rolling out of bed gently. He found a dirty shirt from the floor and slid it on over his body. He stretched, groaning as the knocking continued. He looked at your sleeping form and smiled, remembering everything that happened the night before. He leaned down, leaving a soft kiss on your head before he shifted towards the front door of the trailer.

He glanced around and shrugged when he didn’t see his uncle, huh, must be working a double. 

Eddie opened the front door, Gareth and Jeff standing on the other side. “What?” Eddie groaned, rubbing his face as he leaned against the door.

“Well, good morning, sunshine,” Gareth teased, crossing his arms over his chest.

“We’re just checking in on you,” Jeff added, shooting Gareth a glare.

“I’m fine, why?” Eddie yawned, looking at his friends with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, how were we supposed to know? You left us at the Hideout and just disappeared.” Gareth shot back with a snark tone.

“Damn, chill,” Jeff said, looking at Gareth. “It was his birthday, he probably got wasted and came home to sleep it off.”

Eddie went to open his mouth and reply but he was cut off by you. You called his name and walked towards him in your panties and his Metallica shirt from the night before.

“Eddie,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his waist. “You left me alone in bed,” you added, leaving a soft kiss on his neck.

“Sorry, princess,” Eddie said with a small smirk, arm wrapping around your shoulder gently. 

“It’s okay,” you shrugged, looking up at his friends. You remembered Gareth but didn’t know his other friend. “Oh!” You smiled, nodding at his friends. “Gareth, right? And, I’m so sorry, but I don't believe we have met yet,” you added, looking at Jeff.

“Gareth, yeah,” Gareth replied, staring at you.

“Jeff,” Jeff said, sticking his hand out for you to shake. You smiled and shook it gently.

“Nice to meet you, Jeff. Good to see you again, Gareth.” You smiled at the boys before turning your attention back to Eddie. “Come back to bed when you can, yeah?” You asked, placing a soft kiss on his lips before you turned back towards his room. 

Gareth and Jeff both stared at you as you walked away, retreating back to Eddie’s room with a slight shake of your hips. 

“There’s no fucking way.” Gareth said, looking back at Eddie. “Seriously?! You took her home?!” He questioned, the sound of jealousy evident in his voice. 

“Yeah, I did; so what?” Eddie smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the door. 

“Fuck,” Jeff muttered, still looking in the direction you went.

“Oh,” Eddie mumbled, remembering something. “Thanks for those VIP meet and greet tickets, Jeffy boy.” Eddie smirked. “Now, I must be going, have a good day.” 

Gareth and Jeff just shared a look as Eddie closed the door in their faces, making his way back to his room to be with you again.

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Angel

written for the @corrodedcoffinfest prompt ER

wc: 1.000 | rated: M | tags: blood and injury, criminal assault, Eddie & Gareth & Jeff & Freak friendship, famous Corroded Coffin, pre steddie, meet ugly | also on ao3

   “Are you the one who found him?”

Steve looks up, finds a curly haired man with piercing blue eyes staring down at him, and nods.

   “How is he?”

   “They- they won’t tell me anything.”

Steve looks back down at his trembling hands, still stained with blood that isn’t his.

   “I’ll go find a doctor,” another guy says – there’s three of them.

   “Can you tell me what happened?” Blue Eyes asks, crouching down, gently patting Steve’s bouncing knee.

That’s a hard question. It’s all a blur, from the moment he saw two figures fighting, to one of them dropping to the ground, his white shirt turning red where he held a hand against his stomach.

   “There was so much blood,” Steve whispers to himself, trying to shake the image of the man’s pale face, dark eyes widened in shock, breathing heavy. Wincing in pain when Steve raised his shirt to take a look at the wound, oozing dark red from cut open flesh.

He can’t even remember calling the ambulance, just remembers holding on to the stranger, putting pressure on the wound, trying to keep him from drifting off.

   “Hey, you did what you could. He’ll be okay.”

Blue Eyes sounds like he’s two seconds away from crying, but there’s a smile on his lips that seems genuine, reassuring.

   “What’s your name?”

   “S-Steve. Harrington.”

   “I’m Gareth. This is Frank,“ he says, pointing at the man standing behind him, nervously picking at the frayed edges of his jean jacket. “Pretty sure Jeff will come back with more information soon. He can be quite convincing.”

As if on cue, the Jeff guy returns, and Steve holds his breath, mentally prepared for the worst.

   “They’ve got Eddie in ER. He lost quite a lot of blood but thanks to you,” he says, nodding in Steve’s direction, “he got here in time.”

Eddie’s eyes open to bright overhead light that hurt his brain. He feels like shit.

   “Welcome back, dickhead. Took you long enough,” a familiar voice scolds him, and before he can even open his mouth to protest, he gets smothered under the weight of Gareth flinging himself at him.

   “Ow, fucker! That hurts!”

It really does, but Eddie would rather suffer the pain than let go of his friend. He ignores the sniffling sound and the wetness dampening the skin on the side of his neck – he’d usually make fun of Gareth for crying, because he’s never been good at dealing with emotions, but he’s too close to losing his own fight against the tears burning in his eyes.

When Gareth finally gives him room to breathe, Eddie finds Frank and Jeff standing behind him.

   “Is it my birthday or why are you all here?” he jokes, and immediately regrets it when Gareth punches his shoulder, uncaring of the weak and broken state of his body.

   “Could’ve been your fucking funeral, you asshole.”

Jeff gives Gareth a warning look, always the one to put them in order. They call him the Band Mom for a reason.

   “Can you tell us what happened?” Frank asks, and Eddie tries to sort through the flashes of blurry images in the back of his mind.

He doesn’t remember much, only that he was about to walk to his car when a guy came up to him, asking for money. When Eddie said no, the guy pulled out a knife and stabbed him, as the ache in his lower abdomen painfully reminds him.

   “He ran away when I, uh, collapsed, I think. But then there was this other guy, who tried to help me. He was... God, he was beautiful. Had those big sad eyes and pretty lips, and the most perfect nose I’ve ever seen in my life. I think he might’ve been an actual angel.”

Frank scoffs and Jeff rolls his eyes, both shaking their heads but smiling at Eddie’s delirious replay of what he remembers.

Gareth, on the other hand, is clearly done with him. Throws his hands up and groans, “Oh my God, Eddie! You can’t be serious right now! You nearly died and all you can think of is the pretty face of the guy that saved you?”

Eddie laughs but is hit with instant karma when the movement pulls at his stitches.

   “Sorry, Gare. Can't help it. I think I’m in love.”

Three weeks after the incident, Steve receives a letter. Inside are two tickets for a band he's never heard of before - Corroded Coffin - and a note that says 'A little thanks for what you did. See ya there. Gareth'

Steve doesn't think twice about it, calls Robin and tells her they're going to a show tonight, who agrees, no questions asked.

When they arrive at the venue, Steve sees four familiar faces staring back at him from a giant poster hanging next to the entrance, and he can't look away from one set of eyes in particular. Eyes he hasn't stopped thinking about for weeks.

   "That's- that's Eddie."

A security guy comes up to them and asks, "Are you Steve?" and then everything happens so fast after that.

Suddenly, they're being led into a back room, where the band is hanging out.

Gareth is the first to notice them.

   "Steve, you made it!" He pulls him into a tight hug, before introducing himself to Robin, calling Jeff and Frank over, too, who greet them like their old friends.

Steve finds Eddie sitting on an armchair, guitar in his lap, when their eyes finally meet.

Eddie pushes himself up, and Steve can see that it's still taking some effort to move, but he's fine, no blood on his shirt, he's alive and he's there, and-

   "Hey, angel," Eddie says as he steps closer, and Steve's heart does something funny. "Wanted to thank you in person for saving my life. Maybe we could grab a drink after the show?"

Steve feels suddenly hot all over, cheeks burning with giddy excitement.

   "Yeah," he breathes out. "Yeah, I'd love that."

[lovelylittlegrim]

SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL

@corrodedcoffinfest

Prompt: Yellow | Song: Yellow- Coldplay | Word Count: 1720 | Rating: T | POV: Steve

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve & Gareth

I came along

I wrote a song for you

And all the things you do

And it was called, "Yellow"

⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

Steve’s ears are still ringing from the music even after Corroded Coffin plays their final song of the night and thanks the bar for supporting them. The stage lights go out as they lug their instruments back behind the curtain. Steve makes his way towards the back, sweat clinging to his skin as he pushes through the heavy crowd of people.

The popularity of the band has skyrocketed ever since they started playing gigs at the hideout again. It started with everyone and their mother wanting to get a look at Eddie Munson the Accused, see the guy up close and in person after all the rumors and the murders. It ended with genuine fans of their music. Now, it’s hard to find a place to stand among the crowd to support Eddie and the guys.

The bouncer, a guy named Tobin, nods at Steve, letting him go through the side door into the hall where the band is chatting excitedly. He doesn’t make it more than a few steps before someone blocks his path.

“Gareth,” Steve says as politely as he can.

“Harrington,” Gareth snaps, catching Steve by the elbow and tugging him back the way he came. “Need to show you something.”

“Right now?” Steve looks over the guys head to where Eddie is being corralled back towards the stage, probably to sign some autographs or take a few pictures. “Can’t it wait.”

“No.”

Breathing out heavily through his nose, Steve lets himself be yanked back out into the main bar and then even further as they head for the exit. Gareth is small, barely reaching Steve’s shoulder, but the guy has strong fingers, practically an iron grip.

The door smacks loudly behind them when they step outside, the sounds of laughter and clattering beer bottles immediately muffled.

“Finally getting rid of me,” Steve can’t help but ask as they march further into the dark, away from the buzzing neon of the bar lights.

It’s no secret that the rest of Corroded Coffin doesn’t like him. They’ve made it clear again and again, but Steve’s never particularly cared about the opinion of others. He shows up for Eddie, and Eddie is always thrilled to see him in the crowd.

Steve gets it though. He knows he was a total asshole in school and the band remembers that— none of them had the horrifying opportunity to trek through hell with him the way Eddie had. None of them know him the way Eddie does. They don’t even understand why he and Eddie are friends. It’s not like they can explain it.

There’s an irritated huff from Gareth as they come to an abrupt stop next to Eddie’s van.

“If only I could, Harrington,” he grunts, “unfortunately, I’m a great friend, and after I show you this I don’t think I’m going to be able to shake you off ever again.”

That has Steve curious.

“Show me what? I’ve seen inside Eddie’s van before,” he says and feels a brief roll of warmth across his skin at how that could be taken. He hurries to correct, “Everyone’s seen his van.”

“Patience, Jesus Christ.”

The doors creek when Gareth opens them, the van listing side to side as he crawls inside and pokes around the sea of campaign notes and song lyrics strewn across the back. Steve watches him, hands propped on his hips and wonders why this is so important right now.

Just as he’s about to complain again, there’s a noise of triumph from Gareth and then the guy is jumping out of the van and snaking an open notebook to Steve’s chest.

“Read,” is all he says.

Steve makes a face at him, pulling the notebook away and trying his best to straighten the crinkled pages. He squints at the words, recognizing Eddie’s distinct handwriting.

“Is this a song?” He looks up at Gareth, surprised.

“It is.” Gareth's arms are crossed over his chest, and he looks exasperated. “He’s been going through writer's block ever since… since spring break, but last week he wrote this.”

Eddie hadn’t said anything about writing a new song. Steve’s listened to him whine for months about how all the words in his head just weren’t cooperating. But here’s the proof that Eddie had worked it out.

“Read it,” Gareth says again.

“I don’t think I sho—“

“Harrington, just read the damn song.”

Steve clicks his tongue, but listens. He reads slow, careful, eyes squinting in the gloom.

“Is this— this is a love song,” he murmurs. There are lyrics that are marked out, some heavily erased and written over, but it’s good. The lyrics are good. Steve feels weird reading them, something heavy and bitter climbing up his throat.

Eddie’s in love.

He swallows around the knot in his throat, tries to hand back the notebook when he reaches the end.

“It’s about you,” Gareth tells him, pointedly not taking the notebook back.

Steve blinks. “What?”

“He wrote it after the party you had last Friday,” Gareth says. “Fucker woke up at the crack of dawn and demanded we have an emergency band session.”

“Just because he wrote it after my party doesn’t mean it’s about me.”

“Right,” Gareth says sarcastically, “it’s about the other guy he spends all his time with.”

It could be, Steve wants to say but… Eddie is with him if he’s not with the kids or the band or his uncle. They’re attached at the hip most of the time.

The door to the bar slams open again and Eddie comes out with a wide grin. “Steve!”

Gareth snorts, reaching out a hand he smacks at the top of the page. “Ask him about the title.” And then he’s pushing past Steve, swaggering his way back to the bar. “And, Harrington, if you hurt him, I will get rid of you for real.”

Steve believes him, hopes Gareth believe him too when he calls out, “I wouldn’t!”

“Wouldn’t what?” Eddie asks as he ambles across the parking lot. The grin on his face stays impossibly bright as he makes his way over, dimming only a little when he sees what’s in Steve’s hands.

“Hey, uh, Stevie, whatcha got there,” he asks tightly.

Steve holds up the notebook. “Looks like a love song.”

There only a foot or two apart when Eddie comes to a stop, he’s radiating heat, temples damp with sweat and face still flushed from singing. It’s way past midnight but the stars are bright above them, painting Eddie in their yellow glow. Steve swallows thickly, tongue poking out to wet his lips.

Eddie's eyes are so dark, glittering, as they flick from Steve’s face to the notebook and back again. “It does look that way.”

“It’s good,” Steve tells him quietly. He offers the notebook to Eddie. “I like the lyrics.”

“Yeah?” Eddie looks almost shy, one hand taking the notebook while the other drifts up towards his hair like he’s thinking about hiding in it.

“Yeah.” Steve glances down at where the title is written in all caps. YELLOW. “Gareth said to ask about the name of the song.

“He’s such a little fucking asshole,” Eddie murmurs and the drifting hand drags across his face, pushing sweaty bangs out of his eyes. He sucks in a breath, slumps a little. “What else did he say?”

“Said you wrote the song after my party last week,” Steve slides his hands into his pockets, rocking a little nervously on his heels. “Said you made them wake up early to play it and everything.”

“Of course he did.” Eddie hands drop, fingers curling tight around the notebook. “Steve—“

“If he’s wrong about who it’s about, you can tell me,” Steve says quickly, ignoring the nervous skittering of his heart, the dry scrape of his throat as he speaks.

Eddie looks at him, eyes intense as they meet Steve’s. His mouth opens, closes, and opens again, words creaking out in a whisper, “your sweater.”

“My…” Steve frowns. “What?”

“Yellow,” Eddie clarifies. “Your— the title of the song is because of your yellow sweater.”

His sweater?

“You wore it that night you jumped in the lake, threw it right at my face,” Eddie gives a breathy laugh. “Scariest week of my life but you in that damn sweater was all I kept thinking about once it was all over and then…” —He flutters a hand, miming towards the past— “Last week you were wearing it at the party when you went outside to smoke.”

Oh.

Steve remembers throwing it on over his polo, the wind had picked up for a summer storm but he’d wanted to stand outside with Eddie. They had, for hours, watching clouds roll over the stars. The party had gone on without them, but Steve hadn’t cared. He’d enjoyed the night with Eddie, smoking and laughing quietly to themselves.

“We were supposed to play the song tonight but I panicked when I saw you in the crowd and I just— I knew I wasn’t going to get the words out.”

It’s hard to see the words from the angle Eddie’s holding the notebook, harder still to see them with only the starlight above them, but Steve memorized the line anyway. Heartbroken at first and then hopeful.

You know I love you, so.

He steps closer, erasing the distance between them. “So, it is for me?”

He sees the bob of Eddie's throat a second before Eddie murmurs, “of course it’s for you, Steve.”

Eddie’s skin is hot beneath Steve’s hands when he reaches out to curl his fingers around the curve of Eddie’s chin. When he thumbs along the thin scar that goes over one dimpling cheek.

“I love it,” Steve says and thinks hard, I love you, I love you, I love you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve nods, laughing a little as he sways in even closer, “I can’t believe I have to tell Gareth thank you after this.”

When Eddie laughs at that Steve kisses him hard, tasting the happiness on his tongue. Eddie drops the book, pages fluttering in the gentle summer breeze, and backs Steve up against the van, holding him tight.

“Next time,” Steve says into the kiss, “Play the song for me next time.”

He feels Eddie’s smile against his own when Eddie says, “I’ll play it anytime you want.”

[mrsjellymunson]

Have A Drink On Me

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest’s Media Mayhem event |  Prompt: ‘Have A Drink On Me' | Rating: M | Word count: 1000 | Pairing: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington; Steddie | CW: alcohol consumption, intoxication, flirting | Tags: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, The Hideout, Jeff, Gareth, Doug, wingman!Jeff, Eddie is an incorrigible flirt, future AU, everyone's over 21

Pt2: The Office | Pt 3: Closing Time

Steve left Family Video after Robin moved for college, and if he remembers his earplugs and takes regular breaks, he can manage his shifts at The Hideout without risking a migraine. It's far more exciting than the video store, and Jimmy doesn't have a problem with Steve taking a minute now and then, given that Steve’s good looks and personable demeanour have brought in an entirely new clientele. 

Corroded Coffin aren't complaining either. The larger crowds are obviously welcome, and their frontman is performing even better now that his secret crush is always watching. Jeff suspects the feeling’s mutual, and decides to test the theory on Eddie’s birthday.

Jimmy’s given them the Friday slot in honour of the special day, and before they go on Steve heads backstage with shots. The boys take theirs gratefully, but, Eddie being Eddie, he holds Steve’s gaze as he downs his, then lasciviously licks his long tongue into the glass, garnering every drop. Eddie may not be brave enough to act on his crush, but he's no stranger to gratuitous flirting. Steve’s cheeks flush pink as Gareth queries,

“What's this in aid of, Stevie-boy?”

“Mostly Ed’s birthday, but also you guys make this place fun to work at, so these are on me.”

Jeff doesn't miss the nickname or Steve's change in colour, and spies an opportunity to set Eddie up like never before.

“On you, huh? Whaddaya say, Steve-o? Body shots later?”

Gareth and Doug clap whilst it's Eddie's turn to redden, Steve chuckling nervously. 

After the gig the drinks flow, bought by friends, patrons and even Jimmy - he hasn't seen a Friday like this in years. 

Once most of the crowd’s cleared out, only stragglers and staff left, Jeff yells,

“Get your ass over here, Harrington! Shirt off, we're doing shots!”

He clears their table and motions for Steve to get topless, labouring the point that it's Eddie's birthday and they deserve a special night. Steve, both apprehensive and intrigued, eventually complies.

Lying on the sticky surface, legs dangling, he sees it really is just the guys. He relaxes as much as he can, given the years-long crush he's had on one of those guys, it having arisen in high school when he was forced to watch that goddamn chain swinging around an especially delectable ass.

Jeff appoints himself Distributor of the Shots. He places Gareth's glass on Steve's abs, and it teeters as Steve flinches, new to this. Gareth bends but with all the movement almost fumbles it, catching it between his fingers at the last moment and downing it. The guys cheer anyway, and Steve claps, relieved. 

Jeff balances his own shot at Steve's solar plexus, and after a deliberately dramatic wait, Steve barely breathing, he lifts it with his teeth and tips it back with a flourish, generating a louder yell from the group. 

Jeff places Doug’s on Steve's sternum, clocking Eddie's poorly concealed, envious scowl as he gets close to Steve's pecs. Doug deploys Jeff’s technique and successfully downs his drink too, though with slightly less aplomb. Nevertheless the boys holler their approval. 

Next up, the birthday boy. Now, Jeff’s not known as a devious guy, but these two have been dancing around each other for so long he fears he's gonna be a granddaddy before they do anything about it. So sue him if he wants to… move things along. He grabs Eddie’s shot and holds it above Steve’s chest, signalling for Eddie to be ready, adding,

“You might wanna lean in a little closer there, Eds.”

Eddie regards him curiously, but before he can ask why Jeff tips the glass, pouring Eddie’s shot onto Steve. Steve gasps as Eddie, partly instinctively (he's not one to waste alcohol) and partly from sheer horniness (he'll not forgo this fantastic opportunity either) leans over and, starting at the bottom of the trail of booze that's trickling down beneath Steve’s ribs, licks and sucks his way up Steve's hairy chest, consuming booze and salt and sweat with equal fervour until all the liquor is gone. He doesn't even realise he's closed his eyes and is groaning like an animal with his lips still lightly caressing Steve’s skin until Jeff gently touches his shoulder, snapping him back to reality. He stands, swaying slightly, unsure whether it's from the shot or the realisation that he's just licked Steve's hairy tits. He focuses in time to see the rosy hue gracing Steve's face and torso, his amber-flecked eyes fixated on the ceiling. 

Taking this as their cue, Jeff hustles his drunken bandmates to leave. Doug agrees, waving at Eddie over his shoulder with a slurred,

“Great party, man.”

Gareth initially protests, proclaiming he too wants to lick shots off the hot bartender. But after Jeff gives him a pointed look he complies, blowing a raspberry as Jeff manhandles him out the door.

Everyone else has gone too, and now it's just Steve and Eddie. Steve's swallowing dryly, unable to either sit up or look at Eddie.

Spying an unused shot glass and the mostly-finished bottle, and bolstered by booze and adrenaline, Eddie asks,

“You gonna join me, big boy?”

His confidence soars when Steve shivers, covering it with a nod.

Eddie’s about to tip the shot into his mouth when Steve frowns, finally finding his voice,

“I-isn't that supposed to be mine?” 

Eddie leans over, positioning his mouth directly above Steve's. His eyes sparkle and his lips twitch as he replies,

“Oh yeah, this one's definitely for you. Open up for me, sweetheart…”

Steve’s lips part as Eddie takes the shot but doesn't swallow, parting his own and allowing the aromatic liquid to drizzle out of his mouth and into Steve's. It’s the hottest thing Steve's ever done with clothes on, and he moans as he swallows. 

He stays there as Eddie refills the glass, but this time, when Eddie holds the shot in his mouth, he gets closer, their lips brushing. 

And this time, once Steve's swallowed, he doesn't pull away…

Pt 2: The Office

Pt 3: Closing Time

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[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Such a Negotiation

Prompt #21 - Clerks | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Jeff | Relationship(s): None | Tags: Set Pre-S3, The Boys Need Jobs, And a New Mall Has Been Built

The stack of applications they've filled out hoping to get jobs in the new mall is a little ridiculous. Jeff's pretty sure nobody is gonna hire all of them at one place, that'd probably be a catastrophic mistake for any manager to make.

"The movie theater," Jeff says, and they all agree. That's the most likely to have multiple positions open, the biggest staff.

Eddie pushes his application for the theater into the first position. Everybody lays theirs on top. Jeff's pretty sure they can all sell movie tickets and popcorn, maybe even use a broom. And the prospect of seeing free movies? It's clearly the first choice.

"Music store," Gareth says, making the next suggestion. 

"Instruments or records?" Jeff asks, wanting some clarification. There are different options.

"Instruments," Goodie says.

"Records," Gareth says at the same time, and oh boy, here they go.

"You've lost your goddamn mind! I can't work at Sam Goody," Goodie snaps at Gareth, winding up. "The lame jokes I'll be forced to hear. I can't fake laugh. You know the face I'll make."

Jeff watches as Goodie makes the exact face he was picturing in his head. Yeah. He's not sure retail of any kind will be a good fit for Goodie. He has no poker face. What he's thinking, you're gonna see.

"If only there were a way around this problem. Like, I don't know, you could just wear Charles on your nametag. Problem solved," Gareth says, throwing fuel on the fire. "Chuck. Chuckie. Charlie."

Goodie takes a swipe at him, and Jeff puts his arm out, batting Goodie's hand away from Gareth. He shouldn't, Gareth brought this on himself.

Gareth's trying to shove his Sam Goody application to the top of the table, and Goodie's trying to prevent that from happening. It doesn't take long before the paper tears.

"Stop it. There's also Tape World," Jeff offers, trying to broker peace. Maybe it'd be better if they don't all end up in the same place. These two might get them all fired on day one.

Jeff takes the torn application from them, dumping it into the trash. Eddie pushes his application for Sam Goody to the far end of the table, and then over into the trash can. Jeff tosses his as well. Then, he looks at Goodie. Waiting.

"I didn't fill one out, were you not listening?"

Jeff was listening, and he pushes his application to Tape World to the second position. Everybody else lays theirs down on top of it. Jeff never realized this was gonna be such a negotiation.

He puts the one for the Miller's Instruments in the next position, but Jeff is positive they are never gonna hire a bunch of teenagers to be in charge of selling their expensive instruments and equipment. It won't hurt to try though.

"Spencer's!" Gareth yells, pushing his application for it across the table. Nobody argues. 

Jeff knows Eddie and him have both filled out applications to both bookstores. Jeff thinks that'd be nice, actually. Quiet. 

"Bookstore?" Jeff asks.

Eddie immediately slides both of his into position. Nobody seems to balk, and they all follow suit.

"Scoops Ahoy?" Jeff asks.

"Over my dead body. I'm not wearing a sailor suit," Goodie says, and well. Fair enough. 

Gareth and him are the only two that filled out applications there, it looks like. They stack them together, just in case. Maybe they'll be able to get hired in twos more easily than all four of them.

After they've finished sorting them, Jeff looks at them. Now they just need to drop them off tomorrow at the mall job fair. He wonders how many people will be there trying to get hired.

When the job offers come in, they have nothing in common. Nothing. Not one place offered anything to all four of them. Nobody even offered anything to pairs of them. This sucks. But at least they'll all still be working in the same building, he guesses.

"RadioShack," Goodie says. It's a good choice. Goodie will be good at it, and Jeff would rather work at RadioShack than Hot Dog on a Stick, totally.

"KB Toys," Gareth says, and they all laugh. "What? You think I'm better off at Hot Sam Pretzels?"

No, not at all.

"B. Dalton," Jeff says. They have a pretty good RPG section, and he's excited at the prospect of using his employee discount. They'll all be able to get new books cheaper.

Eddie laughs, "Sorry, Goods. Sam Goody."

Goodie huffs, "I thought you threw that away."

Eddie just shrugs. 

"I can't believe we're gonna do this. Retail clerks. That's where we are," Goodie says, and Eddie squeezes him on the shoulder.

"We're gonna save. We're gonna get the money to record an album and we're gonna get the fuck out of this town."

The mall burns down on the Fourth of July.

"Well fuck," Eddie says.

Jeffs agrees. Fuck is right. A few weeks, that's all they got. They are gonna have to start from square one, and it's not like Hawkins has a wealth of job opportunities.

"Do you think the RadioShack will reopen by Melvald's?" Goodie asks, and Jeff doesn't know. Hawkins just may have lost it forever.

"Maybe," Jeff says, even if he's not convinced that's true. 

"Family Video is hiring," Goodie suggests.

"Keith hates me," Gareth says. 

"Keith needs to get off his high horse. He's managed a video store and an arcade. That doesn't make him hot shit," Goodie answers.

"Don't forget the bowling alley. Wayne hates him and Wayne doesn't hate anyone," Eddie says.

"I put my application in at The Hawk this morning," Gareth tells them.

"Me too," Jeff says.

"Me three," Eddie admits.

They had the same thought. 

Well, not all of them.

"Way to tell me, guys," Goodie complains, and Jeff laughs. 

He'll drive him over to drop his application off later. They'll all find something, and they'll get that album made, no matter what.

Jeff knows they will.

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[shelleyminx]

written for @corrodedcoffinfest Media Mania

Better change your tune

Prompt Day 14: Poetic justice | Word Count: 995 | Rating: G | CW: none | POV: Eddie | Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson & Jeff | Tags: Eddie Munson Lives, Lots of music in this but you can understand the story even if you don't know the songs/artists!!, fluff, Eddie is a sweetheart, Steve is unintentionally romantic

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Summary:

After Vecna, Eddie starts making everyone mixtapes. While gifting his old friends' with their secret tunes and learning his new friends' tastes help him cope and recover, there's one person he can't quite figure out musically: Steve.

After Vecna, Eddie starts making everyone mixtapes. There were other monsters and shit, but he was in a coma for most of it, so it's not like he can remember those. Vecna, though, made a number on him. It was traumatizing and forever haunting, but in one strange way, it changed him for good. Seeing music physically save lives was mesmerizing. So, jobless and still recovering, he decides it’s time to decipher his old and new friends' music tastes.

Crafting the mixes, recording from the radio or other tapes, choosing titles, doodling on the covers become his way of reminding himself there's still good out there. It takes time, but eventually he covers pretty much everyone.

For Gareth, he throws in energetic tunes from Quiet Riot, Mötley Crüe and a lot of Poison. Gareth secretly loves his share of glam rock and even if it's not his own favorite thing, Eddie also likes to sing it to him mockingly, or drunkenly.

Jeff’s opening track is Sister Christian by Night Ranger because of the piano. Eddie knows he learned how to play it in church as a kid. It's kinda hard finding stuff for Jeff because his family is very musical and he has a large knowledge on blues and classic rock. But Eddie's top choices are AC/DC and Jimi Hendrix. Jeff loves it and plays it all the time when he's driving Eddie to his medical appointments in Indy.

Eddie thinks that if Doug wasn't so invested in Corroded Coffin and their friendship, he’d get a motorcycle and vanish, so he puts this energy onto his tape with Heart, Ozzy, Eagles, lots of Scorpions and female artists like Lita Ford and Pat Benatar. Eddie knows he likes them too.

Doug helps him discover bands and artists that Robin and Nancy would like. Nancy's is a powerful tape he feels really proud of. Robin’s has too many The Jesus And Mary Chain, but he listened to them at the store and thought their sound was quirky and cool like her.

He even gives Jonathan one. He adventures himself through the punk rock aisle of the stores and listens to crappy music made by people who admittedly can't play their instruments, but some songs are okay. He likes The New York Dolls.

Will's is also punk-ish, but Eddie puts in soothing tracks he likes like Dust in the Wind by Kansas and Walk On the Wild Side by Lou Reed. The tape gets the boy to start to consider him a possible friend. Dustin's is epic. Eddie would never imagine that his little act of bravery would have such an effect on him, but now Henderson is all about getting tattooed and growing his own hair, so yeah, he gets the Best of Metal one. Lucas' is energetic like Gareth's, with Twisted Sister and The Rolling Stones. Mike's is fun to make. Eddie knows he's learning the guitar and puts Van Halen and Boston there to inspire him.

Max becomes Eddie's partner in crime when it's time to make El’s. Eddie and Jeff take her to the store they go to in Indy and help her read the tapes titles, she helps him choose. He then makes one for her, synth music mixed with rock. She gets surprised by the gift, but happy.

But Steve is... Complicated.

While everyone frequently makes fun of his tastes, Eddie realizes he doesn't know what type of music he likes. At first he thought Steve went for pop and whatever is charting, but a few times he puts on 70s music of all sorts, including a lot of rock when they're gathered.

So far, Eddie has seven different lists of songs. He thought about putting Bat Out of Hell by Meat Loaf as a joke, but what if Steve finds it offensive? Just What I Needed by The Cars is too flirty. He isn't flirting. Psycho Killer isn't a good joke either. Born To Run sounds like Steve and so does Dreams by Fleetwood Mac. Two songs down, a lot to go. Would Electric Light Orchestra be too obscure? Or is he taking Steve for granted? Should he throw in some REO Speedwagon just for laughs?

After a few days of going back and forth, Eddie accepts his failure. Reading people's music tastes became his thing by now, his way of showing gratitude. He desperately wants Steve to know that he is grateful. Plus, it would be awkward if Eddie gifted everyone but him. Even if he wasn't sure that Steve would know. But what if he does? No, no, no. That’d be really mean.

Eddie just can't understand why he needs so much for Steve to love the tape.

So he pathetically mails it to Steve's house with two songs and a message.

“I wanted to make you a cool mixtape because… I'm a music dude and I've been trying this thing… But I have no idea what you like, which shouldn't be weird because I don't know you that much, but it feels weird. Dude, you saved my life, I should know you better, what the fuck? But I don't. So here's my apology. And two songs instead of, I don't know, twenty.”

About a week later, a package comes in the mail. A tape titled “Steve”. 15 songs, each with a voice memo on why Steve likes it. From 70s rock to disco, finished with Please Don't Go by KC & The Sunshine Band and a “Not much to know about me, but I tried your thing, I guess.” said by Steve. The poetic justice of 90 minutes throwing years of assumptions that this guy was dumb and shallow out of the window is ironic to say the least.

It's caring, weirdly intimate, and probably took hours to make. It's not the famous ‘Harrington charm', but something about it leaves him enamoured. The stories and memories related to the songs, maybe. It becomes one of his favorite tapes.

➜ this now has a part two!

[punkrockmlchael]

Rub Me Down

Masterlist | Eddie Munson Masterlist | Corroded Coffin Masterlist

FanBoy!Eddie Munson x Popstar!Fem Reader -> from this universe

(Both Eddie and Reader are 18+)

This fic is for: spring break pop-up event by @corrodedcoffinfest ; the prompt is: sunscreeen I really wanted to write a fic for all the boys for this pop-up event so fanboy!eddie has made a reappearance for all his fans hehe

Prompt: sunscreeen | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Eddie Munson x Popstar!Fem Reader | Content Warnings: Making out, Dry Humping | Tags: Fanboy Eddie Munson, Sexual Thoughts, Popstar Reader, Spring Break in Mexico

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Alludes to Sex but not much actual smut, just some making out and dry humping by the pool

Synopsis: You take your favorite fanboy on Spring Break with you.

Word Count: 1000

“I’ve never been to Mexico,” Eddie mumbled as he sat back in the comfortable lounge chair. “Let alone to an all inclusive resort with my own private pool.” 

You smiled at him, rummaging through your bag for your sunscreen. “Sorry,” you smiled, sitting on the chair next to him. “I prefer to have some privacy while I’m on vacation. Don’t get me wrong, I love my fans… but I’d rather sit and relax by the pool without signing autographs all day.”

You squirted some sunscreen into your hands before you began rubbing it all over your body. You started with your shoulders and arms before moving to your neck and chest; you made sure to rub the sunscreen underneath your bikini straps and under all parts of your bikini that could move throughout the day. Sunscreen was then rubbed into your stomach and legs, ensuring that you were covered and protected from the sun as much as you could be.

Eddie’s eyes wandered over your body—the skimpy pink two piece left nothing to the imagination. And yeah, he’s seen your body before but still, you never fail to amaze him with those curves. 

The way your hair looked perfect still despite being up in a loose and messy bun. The way your bikini was clinging to your body perfectly; your ass looked absolutely amazing in those bottoms and your breasts were looking extra perky and round in that top. The way your hands were roaming over your own body, rubbing in the sunscreen while giving Eddie a perfect show. He wished he was the one rubbing that sunscreen in for you but, god, watching your hands roam over your own body was enough to make him drool right then and there. Drool over you and pop a boner over the thought of your hands doing the same to him. 

You looked up at him and smiled, and he returned it, hoping you couldn’t read his mind. “Think you can get my back?” You asked, shifting to your stomach.

Eddie gulped and nodded, taking the sunscreen from you before he sat on the chair with you, sitting right next to your legs.

He squirted the sunscreen into his hands before he started to slowly and carefully rub the sunscreen into your back. His hands moved meticulously over the back of your shoulders, your upper back, your mid back (he made sure to get some sunscreen under your bikini strap so if it shifted, you wouldn’t get burned). His hands drifted lower and lower to your lower back, grazing over the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“Hm, that feels nice,” you hummed, closing your eyes as your cheek rested on your arms. “Really nice, thanks, Eddie.” 

“Any time, princess,” he smiled, sitting back up. He set the sunscreen down and took a seat back in the chair next to you, watching your sprawled out body lay in the sun for a bit, soaking up the warmth.

“Did you want any?” You asked, turning to him. “I can’t let you fry in the sun on day one,” you sat up and moved towards him, straddling his thighs. 

“Oh, uh, sure,” he muttered, hands moving to your hips to hold you in place. “Please.” 

Your hands got to work massaging the sunscreen into his skin. His neck, shoulders, chest, stomach; your fingers grazed over all of his skin gracefully. Eddie watched your fingers, mesmerized by the way they moved and touched his body. His swim shorts grew tighter as you leaned in more, putting sunscreen over his entire body for him. 

It was weird, he should feel like a child having you do this but, no. He felt alive and turned on. Your fingers ran over the tattoos on his chest, nails scratching and ghosting over the skin slightly as you looked up at him, smiling that adorable smile that still makes his heart melt to this day.

“There,” you said softly, leaning in to place a soft kiss on Eddie’s lips. “Now you shouldn’t burn too badly.” Eddie smiled, leaning in for another kiss after you had pulled away.

“Who cares if I burn,” he mumbled against your lips. “I have the perfect girl to nurse me back to health and rub aloe on my body all week long.” He grinned, pulling you closer to him. “The perfect girl to spend Spring Break with.”

“Is that so?” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned in for another kiss on the lips. Eddie’s lips moved against yours, his hands moving up and down your sides slowly before they moved to your ass cheeks, squeezing them slightly. You gasped into the kiss, pulling away from it slightly with a small smirk on your lips. “Are you that needy?”

“You are in a bikini, sitting on my lap, absolutely glowing in the sunlight,” Eddie commented, squeezing your ass again before he leaned in, placing some soft kisses on your lips. “Of course I am that needy; look at you, princess. You’re perfect.”

“Look at me?” You giggled as he left kiss after kiss on your lips. “Look at you! My perfect little fanboy; you literally jumped on a plane with me to come to Mexico for a vacation… with no questions asked.”

“Yeah,” he smirked, groaning as you moved your hips slightly, rubbing against the erection in his swim trunks. “And I would do it again, no questions asked,” he added, grinding his hips up against yours. A small moan escaped your lips, your nails scratching down Eddie’s chest as his hands moved to your hips. “Mm, fuck, princess,” Eddie sighed, looking up at you with hazy eyes. “Have you ever had sex by a pool?” He asked, smirking as his hands squeezed your hips.

“I can’t say that I have,” you mumbled, leaning closer to him. “But, there’s a first time for everything, you know?” You smiled, kissing his lips again.

“Mhm,” Eddie mumbled, moving you against his body slightly. “Definitely.”

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[runninriot]

Made For Each Other

written for the @corrodedcoffinfest prompt Teenage Dirtbag

wc: 1.000 | rated: T | tags: Jeff & Eddie, Jeff & Steve, friendship, jealousy, feelings realization, pre steddie, meddling, background Gareth, Freak and Steve | also on ao3

Eddie isn't usually the jealous type, but maybe that's only because he never had a reason to be. Hard to be jealous when you're painfully single, but this is almost as bad as watching your significant other flirting with someone else.

Because ever since he made the mistake of inviting his friend Steve to one of their shows, introducing him to the band, jealousy has been eating away at him like a greedy green goblin.

And he knows it's stupid; he wanted them all to get along. But now every time they hang out as a group, it's all Jeff and Steve and Steve and Jeff, like he doesn't exist. They're always attached at the hip, always close, talking amongst themselves and laughing about inside jokes no one else gets.

Gareth and Frank don’t mind, just tag along and mind their own business like they always do. Not like Eddie, who’s deeply annoyed by it.

How do they even have inside jokes? Do they, like, meet outside of their group gatherings? In private? Just the two of them? Without him?

He hates it. Hates that this bothers him so much. It's not like Steve's stealing Jeff away from him - they still spend plenty of time together without him there as distraction. Will always be best friends because nothing can beat 10 plus years of friendship, not even a hot guy with more charisma than he's even aware of, that humble bastard.

Maybe that's it. Maybe Jeff has a big ol' crush on Steve. Not that he's ever voiced a general interest in men before but- there's always a first time, Eddie knows that from experience.

   God, that would be even worse. Because the moment he realises Steve isn't interested, it'll all go to shit, make things awkward between them, force Eddie to choose sides, which would suck big time because he loves Jeff, but he really, really likes Steve, too, and-

Okay, what the hell. Eddie's really getting in over his head about this. He's being stupid. There's nothing to worry about, surely. This is just his dumb brain making up worst case scenarios over nothing.

Even if Jeff secretly has a thing for Steve – which he couldn’t blame him for; Steve’s not only a feast for the eyes, he also a genuinely wonderful person – Eddie’s pretty sure Steve would let him down easy enough not to leave him broken hearted. Not that- not that Jeff isn’t a catch and anyone wouldn’t be lucky to have him as their partner. It’s just that Steve doesn’t seem like the relationship type.

Eddie’s heard enough stories about his many hook-ups to know Steve prefers to keep things casual. He’s a bit of a slut, actually, but like, there’s nothing wrong with that. Eddie would probably be one, too, if his success rate with people wanting to fuck him came anywhere close to Steve’s.

But unfortunately, he isn’t blessed with the same physique, and perfect skin, and soft eyes, and plush lips,... all these attributes that make other people weak in the knees for him.

Where Steve is the personification of some fairy tale Prince Charming, Eddie can be described as Teenage Dirtbag at best. Scruffy, scrawny, long-limbed and socially awkward compared to Steve, who is a literal walking dream of a man.

Wait, what was he on about?

Doesn’t matter.

What matters is, that he’s gotta stop being a petty bitch about his two friends getting along. He should talk to Jeff, tell him how he feels. Maybe he’ll set his head straight; Jeff’s always been good at talking some sense into Eddie.

Jeff listens intently, doesn’t interrupt him once while he pours his heart out, just nods along, lips cracking into a big smile once Eddie’s done.

   “So, what I’m getting from this, is that you’re finally acknowledging that you’re in love with Steve.”

    What?

   “Have you been listening to anything I said?” Eddie asks, appalled at Jeff’s wild and very much untrue accusation.

   “Oh, I have. Been listening to you talk for 20 minutes non-stop about you being jealous about Steve and me being close. I know you, Eddie. You like the guy. Or this wouldn’t bother you.”

   “This- isn’t about Steve. I’m just- I feel left out. You’re my best friend and I-“

Jeff interrupts him with a hand on his shoulder, laughing.

   “Remember when me and Frank went on our little road trip last year without you? You didn’t mind that at all. Or when Gareth and I meet for our monthly movie night and don’t invite you? You never complain.”

   “Well, yeah. Because this is different.”

   “How?”

   “Because-”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say, can’t come up with anything to counter Jeff’s claim.

   “Just say that I’m right,” Jeff says, looking at him all self-satisfied and cocky and- shit. Maybe that fucker is right.

   “That- that’s not- ugh.”

He buries his face in his hands and groans, frustrated at himself for being so blind to the obvious.

   “Chin up, champ. You’re lucky.”

Eddie drops his hand to look at him, wondering why the hell Jeff would say that when he’s literally the unluckiest guy on the planet, with the most hopeless crush on the prettiest person he���ll never date.

   “I promised not to say anything, but since I’m your best friend, and because I can’t stand that sad look in your eyes eyes, I’ll let you in on a little secret. You can thank me later.”

He tells Eddie that Steve never shuts up about him. And how two weeks ago, when they were out drinking, he had a little slip of tongue, finally confessing his feelings for Eddie. Telling Jeff that all the stories about his one-night stands were only made up to make him jealous.

   “Because he’s just as stupid as you are,” Jeff concludes.

Eddie should feel attacked by that but he guesses Jeff has a point. They really are both idiots.

   “That’s why you two are made for each other.”

[medusapelagia]

Love at first sight

written for @corrodedcoffinfest (Prompt 6: HEARD IT IN A LOVE SONG) and @steddie-week (Day 6, Prompt: Dizzy / drunken confessions) Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: none Words: 997

The music pumps in his ears and Steve might have drunk a little bit too much. Not enough to run to the bathroom but enough that he feels dizzy and happy for no reason, so he slams his glass on the bar counter and moves toward the dance floor.

The people are dancing around him like a human tide and all he wants is to go adrift. Someone grinds against his ass but he doesn’t even turn. Steve needs this, a little bit of human contact, the feeling that he’s wanted even if his parents just sent him their last check with a letter saying that from now on he’s on his own.

He should have told Robin, but she was on a date with the pretty barista she had a crush on since forever so he just crumpled the letter and threw it in his drawer, took his keys, and got to his favorite gay bar and started to drink the last money his parents gave him. No better way to spend it after all.

Someone bumps into him too hard and Steve loses his equilibrium. Trying not to fall on the ground he grabs the first thing he can, which apparently it’s a leather jacket.

Fuck.

Leather jackets mean bikers or metal heads, usually closeted ones that will get really angry.

“I’m sorry…” he slurs, “I tripped and…” Steve starts to apologize, but the man that’s looking at him is the most beautiful man he has ever seen. Long curly dark hair, deep dark eyes, and a mischievous smile painted on his face.

“You ok, sweetheart?” He tells him, holding Steve up, “Too many drinks, huh? It happens to the best of us.”

The man chuckles, making sure Steve is stable enough on his feet before turning toward his group of friends, but Steve’s hand is still holding tight on his leather jacket.

“If you could let go of me we could go back to our friends, sweetness,” the man smiles, prying Steve’s hand open.

“No.”

“No? Don’t you want to have fun with your friends?”

“No friends.” Steve tries to explain, and the man frowns.

“You here alone?”

Steve nods, but the sudden movement makes him feel dizzy again. Luckily the other man grabs his arm and stabilizes him once more.

“Sorry… my head is spinning.” Steve apologized, hiding his face behind his free hand.

“Why don’t we sit for a moment, huh?”

“Eddie, come on! This round is on you!” Someone yells next to them, and Steve notices at that moment that he’s not in the middle of the dance floor anymore, but close to the bar counter.

The man grabs his wallet from his back pocket, one hand still holding Steve’s arm tight, “Need to get back to the table. Take what you need.”

“But how can I bring all the beers back?”

“I’ll ask Jeff to help you, don’t whine!”

Steve looks at the dark-haired man and asks, “Eddie?”

“Yeah. That’s me. What’s your name, sugar?”

“Steve.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve. Why don’t you sit with me and my friends for a moment?” he proposes, dragging him toward the bar's private area, “We’re celebrating. We just signed our first contract with a musica label.” Eddie winks, “What about you? Something to celebrate?”

“My parents officially disowned me. And I’m drinking the last money they sent me.”

Eddie hums with a sad smile, “I know a thing or two about shitty parents. But maybe getting drunk in a bar alone isn’t the best choice to deal with things like that. People could take advantage of your state.”

“Are you going to take advantage of me?” Steve asks innocently, “I would let you if you wanted to.”

Eddie snorts, “Thank you for the offer but I’m the kind of guy who prefers full consent to drunk consent. Hey guys! This is Steve! He’s having a bit of a hard day so he’s staying with us until he feels a little bit better and we can send him home safely.”

“Hi Steve, I’m Jeff. Would you like a glass of water?”

“That’s a great idea. Why don’t you get one for him while helping Gareth with the beers? I gave him my wallet.”

“You gave your wallet to Gar?” another man asks, ginning, “He’s going to spend all your money. I bet twenty dollars he will come back with the most expensive bottle he can find.”

“Not my problem, Freak. You know I don’t really care about money.” Eddie shrugs, sitting next to the tall boy who keeps grinning.

“So you found another stray, Eddie?” Freak asks, scooting over to let them sit.

“I can't tell one from another. Did I find you or you find me?” Eddie replies, turning toward Steve who stares at him in confusion, “It’s a line I heard in a love song, always wanted to use it, never got the occasion. Till now.”

“Maybe wait for him to be sober before hitting on him, huh? Don’t worry. Eddie is dramatic like that, but he’s a good guy.”

“I think I love him,” Steve whispers to Freak way too loudly, and the big man chuckles.

“Look at you, Eddie! You just signed your first contract and already found yourself a groupie!”

Eddie reaches out for the glass of water that Jeff is holding and gives it to Steve, “Drink it all like a good boy.”

“I do.” Steve insists, taking Eddie’s hand and putting it over his chest, “Can’t you feel my love for you? It’s like you said. We were meant to find each other.” 

If Steve wasn’t drunk he would feel ashamed of himself, but what he said it’s true. He never believed in love at first sight, but now he would swear by it.

“Ok. Ok. Now drink your water and if tomorrow morning you’ll feel still in love with me,” Eddie says, fishing a chewed pen and writing a number on a napkin “call me.” 

Now with a second part

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 17: "This One's For You."

Word Count: 1k

Rating: G

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

CW: None

Summary: Snowed in during a blizzard, Eddie’s daughter Eliza proves just how like him she is.

@corrodedcoffinfest

[As You Wish masterlist]

Eddie hasn’t taken many classes in his life, let alone any philosophy ones, but he couldn’t help but ponder one philosophical question these last three days: how long can someone be locked in the same house as two teenage boys and a four-year-old girl before they go absolutely insane?

The blizzard outside had sealed the five of you in the house together for the third straight day now and it’s becoming maddening. There are only so many activities one can do with a four-year-old that will, one, hold their attention, and two, not make you want to tear your hair out after an hour. 

Some of the things you’ve done as a family have been very entertaining, like when you all played Pretty Pretty Princess and somehow Eddie kept winning and Ryan and Luke were having a great time adorning him with the pink plastic jewelry. The pictures you took of that will forever be cherished—as long as you can keep them out of your husband’s hands. 

Having Luke and Ryan try to teach you how to play some of their favorite video games was amusing as well. The boys more so than the game, though. It quickly became apparent to you that your sons do not possess the patience to teach anything to anyone—let alone a first-person shooter game where they expect you to master the use of a dozen buttons on a controller that you’ve never held before. 

“I don’t think this Hollow game is for me,” you say after “Master Chief,” as your kids called him, gets killed for the fourth time.

“It’s Halo!” both boys shout, one on each side of you so you get it in stereo.

It takes all your willpower not to laugh as you press your lips tightly together to suppress a smile. You remembered the name of the game the second time they told you, now you’re just messing with them. 

An afternoon of you and Eliza looking through an old photo album springs to life an idea in her little mind.

“That Daddy?” she asks, pointing to a picture of Eddie in action up on stage. He’s in the middle of headbanging, so his curls are flying wildly around his head.

“That’s Daddy,” you tell her. “Being a rockstar, showing off in front of everyone.” You smile down at your daughter before playfully poking her in the belly. “Reminds me of you.”

Eliza’s eyes light up at the comment and you can’t help but wonder what sparked in that head of hers. 

“Be back!” she shouts as she hops off the couch. Her tiny feet make thunderous booms as she runs down the hallway, calling out for her brothers. “Ryan! Luuuuuke!”

After dinner, the four-year-old instructs you and Eddie to sit on the couch and to stay still and wait for her. Keeping quiet, you and your husband trade amused looks until the door to the pink princess room opens, and Eliza re-emerges, decked out in her Tinker Bell costume from Halloween. On each of her small legs is a black sock that clearly belongs to Ryan. They are also clearly meant to be knee socks, yet they go up the small girl’s thighs. Finishing up her ensemble is her pink Piglet sunglasses. 

Gripped in her tiny fist is the music player with a microphone that she was gifted as a toddler. The way she enters the room with all the gravitas and confidence of a model walking the runway almost makes you think you’re the one who’s dressed unconventionally. 

Behind her, Ryan has a toy guitar that has been passed down through all three children tucked under his arm and Luke carries the gray garbage pail from the bathroom in one hand and a CD in the other. 

While Eliza takes her place front and center before you and Eddie, Ryan positions himself behind her, yielding the spotlight. 

Luke steps over to the stereo and pops in the CD he was holding before following his big brother’s lead and assuming the position behind the star of the show. Ryan tugs an ottoman over to sit on, the toy guitar resting on his knee while Luke sits on the floor and flips the garbage pail over so he can use it as a drum.

“Are you ready?” Eliza asks, mouth right up against the yellow plastic of her microphone.

“Yeah!” you exclaim.

“Woo!” Eddie cheers. 

“Hit it!” Luke says. 

The music begins, notes floating over from the stereo to this impromptu performance space. It takes a moment, but you recognize the song before Eliza starts singing Part of Your World.

The CD turns out to be a compilation of different Disney songs covered by Disney Channel stars, and Eddie makes a mental note to ask you why the hell you bought that for her. 

Ryan and Luke are surprisingly into it, having fun performing while their little sister hams it up. They’re like their own little version of Hanson. 

The instrumentals of the next song drift through the air and Eliza tosses her pink sunglasses aside and points at Eddie.

“This one’s for you!” she shouts, which is very mismatched with the slow, melodic tune that’s playing. 

You rest your head on your husband’s shoulder as your little girl starts to serenade him with her rendition of Go the Distance from Hercules. 

Once she sings the last note (and you hide your wince as best as possible), Eliza lets the yellow microphone fall from her hand. She bends at the waist, bowing so far down that her curls flip over her head and brush the navy carpet. 

It’s your cue, so you and Eddie both clap, cheering for the adorable performance.

Luke stands and takes a bow next, and Ryan figures he might as well follow his lead. 

Eddie whistles and a rare blush tinges Eliza’s cheeks. 

“Thank you!” she calls, arms raised over her head, addressing her crowd.

The true daughter of a rock star. 

“Goodnight!”