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Promt/#7 A kind word can keep one warm yearsWord count: 2025/Rating:Teen and up/Relationship: Steddie/POV: Eddie Munson/CW homophobia, misogyny and transphobia mentioned/Tags: TransMasc Eddie Munson, Unplanned pregnancy, Mpreg, Steve Harrington is a sweetheart, Platonic Stobin, Platonic Hellcheer, Alternate Universe, Modern AU, previous Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Unreliable Narrator, Domestic Dom/Sub dynamics, Dom Eddie munson, Sub Steve Harrington, alluding to past drug abuse, age used characters, Eddie is 32, Steve is 30, born in the early 90s, famous Eddie, famous Steve, famous Corroded Coffin, past Eddie Munson/Male characters,Eddie Munson has good/supportive parents, Eddie is Packing, author doesn't like Nancy Wheeler,

The author is Tumbler elitarite, but this comes directly after promt#2 You have a heart of gold. It's the same universe

Eddie will be the first to admit that he's a voyeur, that nothing turns him on more than just watching his husband. it doesn't matter if he's just walking out of the shower, standing in the kitchen, watching a ‘game’ with Wayne, he does feel like a creep when watching him with Eomer. ‘Fuck you Gareth’, but he's still blaming his hormones going back to normal and calling it pregnancy brain, even though being six months postpartum, on his baby fever. Just the thought of Steve holding their son or someone mentioning Steve as a dad, has him practically scrambling to ride his husband's pretty dik and get pregnant again. His bandmates absolutely caught on to his horny mind and got him a shirt that read ‘DILF’ canusour as a gag gift. He's currently watching him getting dressed in the sage green crushed velvet bespoke three piece suit with black dress shirt and tie he had picked out for him.

Watching him get dressed may just be a contender for his favourite watching activity. It's very much the aspect that he's in charge of what his husband wares, from his socks to accessories, knowing how he's stopped faking his confidence and us now very confident and secure, but it's also how his body moves and muscles flex. Listen, his husband is absolutely stunning naked, a true Greek sculpture. BUT, something about him getting dressed and getting joy from the soft textures against his skin just makes Eddie's dick kick and throb. And seeing him in a three piece suit just wants to debauche him, get him on his knees and have him hump his leg. He shakes his head, trying to clear it. They have to leave in an hour to go to the red carpet event of Steve's new movie. It will be his first event going as Steve's plus one and his first event after giving birth, publicly that is. Steve's press junket promoting the new X-men movie definitely branded his husband as the ultimate Golden Retriever Husband in the eyes of the internet. At this point in his life the transphobia and bigotry that came his way after the announcement, didn't really affect him besides wanting to be even more present. But he wasn't prepared for the absolute toxic masculinity and degradation aimed at Steve for well, gushing over his child and not dragging Wheeler through the mud.

Of course he gets the odd homophobic slur directed at him, but most are just transphobic directed at him. Not all interviewers are created equal. But none as disrespectful as this one guy for a big and reputable blog about everything comic book related. The guy asked Steve about his wife and baby. He can not stress how much he loves him or praise his husband, looked at his co-star thinking if he was married until it dawns on him. He kept his fake smile plastered on and answered with “My husband” before taking off his mic and just walking off. Twitter had a field day with that, most people applauding Steve for standing up for Eddie and just walking off. Not giving him the time of day after the disrespect. But it's also how he became trending in the ‘alpha manosphere’. Words like SoyBoi, Simp, Omega, Red Pill, acutely a whole rainbow of coloured pills, Beta male, Mangina and a plethora of other idiotic terms get hurled at Steve.

He should hold a funeral and virgil for the brain cells that bravely sacrificed themselves, so he could read up on this nonsense. He did nearly pee himself laughing at Steve's reaction when he referred to his own genitals as a mangina.

Most of the vitriol is directed at Steve, is because he has stopped dressing in the hetronormative and traditionally masculine way, is an active participant in child rearing, gushing about his ‘wife’, being open about him sharing chores and how he would willingly put his own career On hold to become a stay at home father. The straights are absolutely not OK about men taking care of their children and loving their spouses. He takes great pride in the fact his husband feels secure enough in himself to dress how he feels most comfortable in, after taking control. Like women taking off their bras and heels the second they came home, Steve would come home and directly change into his vast collection, of hideous and abominations, sweaters, cardigans and sweater vests. His closet used to looked like a pastel clown threw up in there and he took great glee when he was aloud to dictate his clothing. His side of the closest, while still a pastel rainbow, was much more organised, better fitting items and most importantly he had a complementary outfit in his perfected and preferred personal style. He may be extremely biased but objectively speaking all of the photos of his husband while still dating Wheeler, he looks amazing and a walking wet dream. Before he met and fell in love he would have never ever told anyone about straight heartthrob Steve Harrington being a celebrity he frequently jerked off too. He looks a million times more attractive because his smile and happiness are real.

Steve's soft sage suit goes perfectly with his deep forest green crushed velvet suit jacket and dress pants. He spent some stime debating on wearing a dress shirt or going bare chest with all of his tattoos out. In the end he decided to go with a black dress shirt and leaves nearly all of the buttons undone save the last few. He uses skin tape to hold his shirt in place and not accidentally flash a nipple. He did however use makeup to enhance and make his top scars more visible and prominent. “How the fuck did I get so lucky as to marry you? Jezus H. Christ baby, you're so pretty in a suit.” Steve blushes and visibly preens under his husband's praise. “We don't have time for fooling around, but maybe after on the way home, you can ride my face?” Eddie groans as he adjusts his packer. “No, maybe about that. Hey sweetheart you left your cuff on, is that on purpose?” He notices the thin black leather, with gold and rose golden inlay cuff around Steve's right wrist. “I feel like I'm missing a part of me when I'm not. And I thought it looked good with the suit. I'm also not ashamed if people clock its meaning.” He can't help it as he reaches out and pulls him close, to kiss him passionately.

After their impromptu make out session and fixing their clothes, they walk around the house to the main living room. His mother is sitting in the rocking chair feeding Eomer under Wayne's watch full eye. He still can't believe his mother regained full consciousness after so many years or all of the progress she's made in the three short years since waking up. Her speech is slurred and slow, and fatigue makes it worse. The traumatic brain injury, years of being in a vegetative state had caused a lot of neurological damage, but most of her personality and memories were spared. He walks over and kisses her cheek while stroking his sons. “ You two look so handsome. Best dressed boys at prom”. “Thank you Mama, and I love you” After taking some time to say their goodbyes they finally made it to the car. They greet the driver and instruct him to pick up Robin on the way to the film premiere.

He notices Steve's anxiety rising, normally he would have him kneel at his feet with his head resting on his leg but he can't in the car. Instead he has him laying his head on his shoulder. “We talked about this baby, you're allowed to greet your fans and say hi, sign stuff and take photos. Just relax for me sweetheart”. The rest of the ride goes smoothly after they pick up Robin, she and Eddie fill the silence with playful ribbing and banter. They arrive at the theatre on time, he kisses Steve before taking his hand and exiting the car, Robin on their heels. The flashing lights and wall of sound that hits them is intense and he squeezes Steve's hand as he raises his other the wave. He can tell Steve’s a bit apprehensive as he starts walking, Wheeler hated him greeting and interacting with fans at events and out in the wild, unless they had paid for a photo op. He purposely walks towards the row of fans. Eddie, always the show man, introduces Steve like a magician would his assistant, jazzhands and all, it breaks the ice and lets Steve relax to interact freely with his fans. Watching Steve interact with fans, just made his top five of his ‘watching Steve list’. He can feel Robin's eyes burning holes in the back of his head, urging them to move along.

He gently leads Steve along to the press photo opportunity. He ignores the lude and rude comments directed at them to kiss. Eddie being a few inches taller than Steve means he automatically angles his body to be slightly behind him. He squeezes Steve's hand before taking the lead and moving them along. He knows its a bold move to be seen taking charge but he isn't afraid of the implications he just wants to usher his husband along as he can see the subtle signs of his anxiety rising. He just needs get them past the annoying small press Q&A's and they can decompress for a bit. He quickly scans the gathering of associate press, after years of dealing with them he knows who to avoid at all costs, who to be fake pleasant with and who are actually worth his time. He isn't quick enough when Steve gets approached by Preses Hilton. He lets Steve do the talking and smiles when it's required of him. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a two women with a vlog style camera, they keep on looking their way. What really catches his eye is a small pink triangle pin on the leple of the women wearing a suit. He subtly gets Robin's attention and points at them.

Robin helps cut the conversation short and blocks other approaching them as he leads Steve to the two women. “ I like your pin, very old school.” She grins at them “ I like your scars, very bold” The other woman looks a bit star struck at Steve. He smiles gently at her “Hi, is this your first event?” Steve asks her kindly “No! .. I mean no. I feel like each time we meet I'm an absolute mess” Steve looks a bit confused “Oh, I'm sorry?” “I don't think you would remember, but nine years ago we met under well, terrible circumstances. My parents had just kicked me out. My teenage pregnancy hadn't really endeared them but catching me kissing a girl was just to much” Steve blinks before his eyes light up “ I remember now! Look at you! I'm so glad you're doing OK and got back on your feet” “ It's all thanks to you” She waves her hand when Steve starts sputtering “No really, you, just listening to me, you're kind words and your selfless financial help. You don't know how much it meant to me to have had the motel room paid for in full for eight weeks and giving me details of some charities” He squeezes Steve's hand and reaches out to wipe away his tears. “How about you leave your information with Robin and we can schedule a proper sit down interview? For what publication do you both work for?” “ the Pastel Gazette” Robin squeals before composing herself, Eddie chuckles “ I think that's a yes from Robin”

They converse for a few more minutes, to give his husband time to gather himself. The rest of the evening goes smoothly, he doesn't get to ride his husband's face but he gets to cuddle the love of his life and knowing how big and beautiful his soul is.

[steddieas-shegoes]

pop goes metal

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'alternate universe'

rated t | 964 words | cw: language | tags: famous corroded coffin, pop star steve harrington, flirting, getting together

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"No fuckin' way are we working with him," Eddie argues with their manager. "You're always so worried about our image and then you go and have us doing a song with a fuckin' pop artist?"

The manager, Anthony, rolls his eyes. "It'll broaden your fanbase. You know who spends money on shit? Women. You know who likes Steve Harrington? Women."

"Does he even write his own shit?" Gareth asks.

"Does it matter?" Eddie turned to him with a glare. "Even if he writes it, it's not our style."

"Maybe we could at least hear what he's trying to work with us on?" Jeff, always the calming presence, asked towards Anthony.

"He sent over a sample before we sign any agreements."

Eddie sat down in the chair furthest from everyone else, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Now, this isn't an official recording. Just what he did on his phone on his tour bus with his acoustic guitar. He arranged the bass already for Frankie, too, but said he's open to whatever Gareth feels is right for the drums." Anthony pressed play on his phone and the room was filled with strumming and a surprisingly raspy voice singing what was clearly a chorus.

Eddie could pretend he hated it, and maybe the guys would agree with him and they'd never have to speak of this again.

He couldn't hide his reaction fast enough, though.

His jaw dropped as he listened to the lyrics, surprised to find that they weren't just about going to a club and dancing or being in love.

Steve's voice broke at the end before there was shuffling and the recording stopped.

Eddie felt everyone's eyes on him. He closed his mouth and looked down at the floor, tapping his fingers against his arm.

"It's not bad," he finally said. "Not sure why he needs us, though."

"Apparently, his brother is a huge fan of you and suggested he try to work with you."

"I think we should do it." Jeff said, a note of finality in his tone that Eddie knew he wouldn't try arguing with.

"Yeah, can't hurt." Frankie shrugged.

"If he's giving me creative freedom on the drums, how can I say no?" Gareth smirked.

"Guess we're working with the pop diva, then."

****

Steve Harrington was nothing like what they expected.

He showed up to their studio in sweats and glasses, holding a tablet and a bottle of Tylenol. They started to introduce themselves as he found a spot on the couch.

"I'm really glad you guys were willing to work with me," he said after he shook everyone's hand.

Eddie stared.

"My uh, my brother, Dustin, he's kinda why I wrote this song and I know it means a lot that you agreed to be on it," Steve continued. "So, thanks. Hopefully it doesn't ruin your vibes or anything."

Eddie felt every wall he built crumbling with every word Steve spoke. God dammit, this man just had to be sincere and hot and talented, didn't he?

"Nah, we're gonna sound great together." Eddie smiled at Steve's wide-eyed look. "You wanna show us the whole song?"

Steve nodded, pulling something up on his phone. Another recording, this one more professional and included an electric guitar.

"Robin was the stand in for the electric while I did bass."

"So you can play bass?" Frankie asked, leaning in.

"Yeah, but my preferred instrument is piano. I just don't do a lot of slow songs. Guitar is what gets the women interested, or so they tell me," Steve smiled awkwardly. "But feel free to change some things up. I'm totally open to suggestions."

But really, it was damn near perfect as it was. Frankie made one tweak during the bridge, but Steve ended up loving it more than the original and told him so with a grin.

"You're a fuckin' genius!" He exclaimed.

Gareth started messing around on the drums while Steve and Eddie worked on the first couple of lines.

"Something still doesn't feel right," Steve mentioned.

"Maybe we change the rhyming pattern?" Eddie suggested. "You've got ABAB. Might work better to do AABB. Some of these words can be moved around to make that work."

Steve stared at the notes app for a moment, then looked back up at Eddie, beaming smile making his eyes squint.

"I could kiss you!" He shouted. As soon as he realized what he said, he blushed, looking back down at the phone. "I mean, thanks. That's a great suggestion."

Eddie searched Steve's face, coming to the conclusion that there was probably a good reason why Steve didn't care about what women liked when it came to his music.

"I have a pretty strict rule about kissing people I work with," Eddie said slowly, quietly so they wouldn't be overheard.

"Yeah, no, that makes sense. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or-"

"But we won't be working with each other for long, right?" Eddie continued, letting his hand rest on Steve's thigh. God, he was muscular.

"Um. No I guess not."

"Rain check, then. Until we've finished our professional relationship." Eddie couldn't believe he was suggesting this. Showing interest in a pop star. What's next? Dating one? Marrying one?

"Are you saying you wanna kiss me, Munson?" Steve suddenly sounded more confident.

"I'm saying we've got work to do before I can get my hands on you." Eddie tapped his thigh before pulling away. "So let's get to it."

"Dude! I got it!" Gareth yelled, interrupting their moment.

"Be right there!" Steve yelled back, not looking away from Eddie. "Might break a record for fastest recording time ever just so I can kiss you," Steve added quietly to Eddie before standing and walking over to Gareth.

"Well, fuck." Eddie sighed, smiling to himself.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest Good Fortune pop-up event.

Hawkins, Indiana: Birthplace of Corroded Coffin

Prompt: Fortune #7 - A single kind word can keep one warm for years, Mouth & Thirteen | Word Count: 2025 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sexual Content, Alcohol Use | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Steddie | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Future Fic, Reconnecting, Old Friends to Lovers, Eddie & Gareth are Best Friends

The lights are bright and the crowd is loud, and he's just a little bit buzzed from the shots before they took the stage, but Eddie is absolutely certain that three rows back, dead center, is Steve Harrington. There's no way it isn't him. Even older, even if Eddie hasn't seen him in years, it's him. It helps that he's standing next to Henderson, for the love of god, and a whole slew of other familiar faces that Eddie mostly hasn't seen in years.

He's sure he's not seeing ghosts. Just old friends that have traveled from all over just to see them here together tonight. 

And that's all Eddie can think about during the whole show. He tries to shake it off, tries to act like it's completely normal to have that many familiar faces in the crowd watching them perform, but it's not. In fact, it had never even crossed his mind when they landed in Indianapolis that this would somehow be a hometown show.

Eddie didn't invite anyone, didn't draw attention to it, because they don't claim Indiana. It's not home, not anymore. Hawkins told them to fuck off, and they've decided to say it right back. Hawkins can't stake a claim on them now. If they didn't want them around back then, if the majority of the town would have preferred to see Eddie dead, well, fuck them. They don't deserve to have them now that they've made a name for themselves.

Maybe that's petty. But Eddie stands by it.

He'll never set foot in that town again. Not for anything, or anyone.

Wayne understood, and washed his hands of Hawkins, too.

So, they kind of avoid Indiana in general, and aren't exactly in contact with the majority of Hawkins these days. 

Sure, Henderson and the other sheepies have made shows here and there all over the country, but going home? To that hell hole? Absolutely not. 

But seeing them all in the crowd, together again, just to see him? Fuck. It does something to Eddie that he can't explain.

After the show, Steve picks Eddie up and hugs him, cracking his back in the process.

Eddie laughs.

Nobody treats Eddie like this anymore, except for Wayne and the other guys in the band, so it's a nice change of pace to know that Steve still sees him as Eddie. Not Eddie Munson, business commodity. 

"How are you man? How's the high life?" Steve asks, and Eddie tosses his head back, laughing. Steve hasn't changed. He's a little dorky, and a lot good dude. 

"Good," Eddie says with a smile, "I'm good. How're you?"

"Good, good. I'm good."

"Still in Hawkins?" Eddie asks, and Steve nods.

Eddie doesn't see how Steve can do it, but of course they didn't try to hang Steve in the town square. Deemed guilty by the court of public opinion before the blood he didn't spill had even dried.

This is Steve Harrington, Eddie's sure he's an upstanding member of society.

"Want to get a drink?" Eddie asks, because he can't in good conscience let Steve disappear that easily. If Steve came all this way, Eddie at least needs to keep him a little bit longer.

Two drinks turn into wandering hands, and when Steve corners him in the hallway of the hotel bar back by the bathroom, Eddie leans into it. Presses against Steve, straddling Steve's thigh, grinding against him. 

"Fuck," Steve says, and that's definitely the idea, as far as Eddie's concerned. They try to keep their hands to themselves until they're in Eddie's hotel room, but then all bets are off, clearly.

Eddie couldn't have dreamed of this, even if he'd been making unattainable wishes.

It's fun, and familiar, even if it's not anything they've ever done together before. 

Eddie needed this. Needed to laugh, and fuck, to just unwind with someone he trusts with his life, not to mention his body.

Steve Harrington wanted to have sex with him, as familiar, old friends. Because, yeah, clearly they have some mutual attraction, but that's not unusual. Eddie's been attracted to lots of people over the years, and he's fucked more than he can count. Men, women. They don't mean anything, but tonight Steve crawled in his bed because he likes Eddie as a person, knows him, and trusts that they'll have fun together, not because he's famous. That's a gift. One Eddie hasn't gotten in a really long time.

Eddie rolls onto his back, and opens his thighs. 

"What do you need?" Steve asks, looking up at him with those warm eyes. And it is a need, not just a want. He's right about that.

Everything. He wants everything.

"Your mouth," he says, then, "your cock." He can't decide. 

Steve laughs, then says, "Deal," with a grin.

Eddie throws his arm over his eyes, and then realizes he doesn't want to miss this, he wants to see it all. And he knows that was a great decision, when Steve takes him into his mouth.

Holy shit. Steve Harrington, with his hair falling over his forehead, is sucking his dick, and goddamn well.

"Goddamn, Harrington," Eddie teases, and Steve pulls off just long enough to smile a smile that settles between Eddie's ribs and takes up residence.

Eddie hasn't done this in forever, but he melts into the sheets as Steve fucks his fingers in and out of his body. He's ready. He's so beyond ready for Steve to fuck him.

"Steve, now," Eddie says. 

And Steve nods, and Eddie watches as Steve rolls a condom down his impressive cock. Then he's lining up and pressing inside. A slow, steady slide. He's open, and oh so fucking ready. His cock is hard, laying against his belly, a sign of trust, of pleasure, that he doesn't take for granted.

Steve Harrington won't hurt him. Steve Harrington saved him once, and goddamn, he might be doing it again right now.

Eddie groans. It feels so good. He hasn't trusted anybody to do this for him in a long, long time. But he knows that Steve will take real good care of him. Steve always takes good care of everyone.

And tonight is no different. Steve builds a rhythm, finding all the right places in Eddie's body, in his heart, and when Eddie comes, he laughs. He's gonna chase this particular high for the rest of his life, guaranteed.

It's morning, and the plane leaves in an hour. Flying private does save time, but he's pushing it.

Steve leans over, dressed, ready to go, and kisses him goodbye.

"It was good to see you. Maybe don't wait another dozen years," Steve says, and then with a smile, he's gone.

Another month of shows, nothing out of the ordinary, but it's been so fucking rough. Eddie can't even explain why. Nothing has changed. They've been in the swing of touring for a very long time. But he suddenly feels like he's lost all his mojo. Like he's trying to force a square peg into a round hole.

He's frustrated. Musically, and sexually, if he's honest. Nobody is holding a candle to a night with Steve Harrington, and he wishes he was surprised by that.

"Go."

Eddie jerks his head up, "What?"

Gareth smiles, "You heard me. Go."

"Go where?" Eddie asks, fiddling with the strings of his guitar, just for something to do.

"Go home. To him," Gareth answers, and Eddie knew that's what he meant.

Eddie sits there for a moment longer, and Gareth shoots him a look, "Go." 

He goes.

Their chartered plane is tied up elsewhere, so it takes waiting in an airport for nearly a day, with flight after flight falling through. Holiday travel has the airports busy, and the weather is keeping flights delayed.

He's in a private lounge, so he's not being bothered by anybody, but it's making him nervous, and a little bit crazy. He wonders if he should hit one of the pay phones and call Steve, warn him that he's coming in.

He doesn't. He thinks, no matter how this goes, that Steve will be happy to see him if his reaction after the show is anything to go by.

But he's going home for the first time in over a decade, because he wants to see Steve. Needs to. Because what he felt that night, seeing him again, isn't something he's felt in a very long time.

Steve doesn't seem all that surprised to see him, but he welcomes him with open arms.

"I can't believe I'm back in this town," Eddie says. "How can such a shithole have you in it?"

Steve laughs.

"At least they took down the fucking sign declaring Hawkins the birthplace of Corroded Coffin. Like hell it is."

Steve smiles, a twinkle in his eye.

"Come with me," Steve says, and Eddie follows him out the back door and towards a little shed. He can't imagine what Steve needs to show him out here, but after Vecna, and all the shit that happened in the Upside Down, if Steve Harrington says jump, Eddie will only ask how high.

The shed has three padlocks, and Eddie is suddenly scared he's gonna be a headline. He doesn't really know Steve Harrington anymore. He could be a serial killer. 

He laughs to himself.

"It's not a serial killer shed," Steve says, as if he can read his mind.

"I didn't think that," Eddie says.

He totally thought that.

Steve unlocks the last padlock and swings open the door.

Eddie's stunned. 

There's at least a dozen road signs, all proclaiming Hawkins, Indiana: Birthplace of Corroded Coffin.

Eddie laughs, cackles, honestly.

"You didn't?" he asks, and Steve grins.

"I absolutely did. Every last one. They finally stopped putting them back up. They blamed the kids wanting them for souvenirs, not the middle school phys ed teacher stealing them because I knew how much you'd hate them."

Eddie loves him more than he's ever loved anyone, he's pretty sure. He can't believe Steve did this for them, he wasn't even in contact with any of them. 

"How did you know…?" Eddie trails off, not sure how to word it.

"That you'd hate it?" Steve asks.

And Eddie nods.

"You never came home, and for good reason. They didn't deserve to say you were theirs. You were always ours, though. We're really proud of you."

Eddie barrels into him, hugging him tight, "Thanks, Steve."

"It was nothing," he says, and then he grins, "Robin helped."

"Hell yeah, Buckley did."

Ten Years Later

"It was go," Eddie says in the interview chair that he's been in for hours. Press junkets are the fucking worst. 

"Go?" the interviewer asks.

Eddie nods, "You asked for the kindest word I've ever been told. Go."

"Do you want to elaborate?" she asks, trying to probe.

"Not really," he says, but offers a smile, and she returns it.

It's his secret. His and Gareth's, he supposes, but it changed the whole trajectory of his life. Warming up all the coldness that he hadn't even realized he was feeling until Steve Harrington waltzed back into his life.

Gareth told him to go, set him free, trusting that he'd return back to the band better than he left it.

He did.

With Steve, he's better. Happier. Their music has only gotten better with Eddie settled into his own skin, his own love. He has a home, even if god-fucking-forbid, it's in Hawkins, Indiana: Birthplace of Corroded Coffin.

Once word got out, they put up another sign.

Eddie stole it. The very last sign Hawkins ever tried to put up.

They arrested him, and he smiled for his mugshot.

Eventually the charges were dropped. They were far too embarrassed to actually try him for stealing his own sign, unwilling to put him on the stand to ask him why.

He'd love to tell him.

So, Hawkins has left him alone, and he's made peace that he may never forgive and forget, but Steve's whole life is here, and that means Eddie's gonna be here, too.

They let him keep the sign. It's in the shed with the other thirteen.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

Notes: I'm always such a sucker for Eddie making peace with Hawkins stories. They probably don't deserve it, but he does.

[fuctacles]

a boy worth fighting getting trampled for

"trampled" for @corrodedcoffinfest BF event | T | 856 | Corroded King (implied and open for interpretation) | no cw | Black Friday, banter, open relationship, polycule-ish, appreciating Steve Harrington moment, canon-ish universe | Ao3

"Was it worth it?"

"Yes!" Gareth and Jeff nod in unison.

"No," whines Eddie, thumbing at the rip in his beloved t-shirt. 

"Eh..." Doug makes a so-so motion with his palm.

Steve sighs. When they asked him for extra muscle on Black Friday, he should have expected an outcome like this. The whole band is brandishing various injuries from being trampled by other shoppers, the worst of which was Gareth's allegedly sprained ankle. He wasn't fussing about it only because a. his mother was a nurse and would look at it as soon as she was back, and b. he kind of deserved it. 

"Well, show me the loot, then," Steve says with a raised eyebrow, crossing his arms. The only thing he's seen so far was a shiny new amp he had the misfortune of carrying from the store to his car. 

Eddie digs through his pockets to brandish about half a dozen tapes, none with a cover Steve would recognize. He seems proud of his haul but sours under the unimpressed stare he gets. 

"I got a few vinyls for my folks," Doug shows off his findings, and Eddie scoffs loudly when he gets an approving smile from Steve.

"That's nice," he says. 

Gareth redeems himself by showing a gift for his sister, while Jeff bought probably two dozen string packs for his guitar. 

"Okay, these aren't actually as stupid as I thought," Steve admits reluctantly, sitting on a stack of tires. "Except for you," he points at Eddie. "You have a shitload of tapes already."

Eddie huffs, now him being the one to cross his arms. 

"Sorry, we're not showing what we got for you."

The rest of the guys start shushing him immediately, Jeff even going as far as throwing a string pack at his head. Eddie maturely flips them the bird. 

"You got me stuff?" Steve asks in surprise. 

"Duh," Gareth scoffs, and Jeff flicks him in the ear for it. "Ow! What was that for?!"

"Be nice, idiot," Jeff chastises him. 

With a roll of his eyes, Gareth turns to Steve. 

"You're basically a part of the band, we figured it would be nice," he shrugs. 

"But I'm not—"

Doug interrupts him before he can go further with his usual protests.

"You do a lot of the heavy lifting, you co-wrote two songs, and consistently charm venue managers into giving us gigs," he lists off on his fingers. "You're basically like Corroded Coffin's manager, so shut up."

"Yeah, you also give the best blowjobs," Eddie grins, because he loves to ruin a moment, and immediately shields his head from any missiles Jeff might throw his way. But the guy only hums in agreement. 

"That's true," he nods, making Steve flush pink. 

"Well, uh... thanks, I guess," he smiles, a little taken aback. "Waiting til Christmas might kill me, though," he admits with a chuckle. He's always been that kid who looked through all the nooks and crannies of the house to find the gifts early, too curious to sit around and wait. 

The band exchanges thoughtful looks among themselves; they nod and they shrug.

"I guess you can pick one," Jeff decides for all of them. 

Steve's eyes widen. 

"You all got me something?!"

"We couldn't agree on one thing," Doug sighs like it's a topic of a tiring debate. Which, knowing them, might have been.

Steve hums thoughtfully, looking over each of the boys as if his mind wasn't already made. He points his finger, feeling childishly powerful.

"Eddie. You gotta redeem yourself, man."

Eddie rolls his eyes but doesn't protest. He bends over the back of the couch to reach for his backpack, and Doug immediately grabs onto his back pocket with a sigh, so he doesn't topple over and add to his injuries. Once Eddie falls back on the cushions with a huff and fixes his hair, he pulls out a familiar packaging. 

Steve looks unimpressed. 

"If this is your way of redeeming yourself—"

But after brandishing a can of Farrah Fawcett hair spray, Eddie keeps pulling out more hair products, shampoos, and conditioners that are always sold out whenever Steve tries looking for them.

"Okay, fine. Consider yourself redeemed," he says reluctantly, and Eddie beams at him. He stands up to walk up to him and kisses him softly on the lips before squeezing in to sit between him and Doug. 

"See? Every time!" Gareth throws a hand towards them "He weasels himself out of anything!" 

"It's the dimples, I'm telling you." Jeff shakes his head in disappointment.

Steve, his arm already slung over Eddie, motions for Gareth.

"Well, come over and I'll kiss you too. What? You sprained your ankle and can't walk? Aw, what a shame."

Gareth hisses at him and shows him the finger, which Steve mirrors while making kissy faces. Eddie just preens under his embrace, content like the cat that got the cream. 

"Next year just please plan it better. Wear protective gear and stock the fucking first aid kit."

"You wear a fucking—"

Gareth is interrupted by Jeff's arm putting him into a headlock. 

"We will," he agrees for him. 

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[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

[runninriot]

written for the @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'behind the scenes'

fun to be famous

wc: 1000 | rated: M | cw: language | tags: famous Corroded Coffin, musicians Jeff, Gareth and Frank, frontman Eddie Munson, model Steve Harrington, the 'struggles' and perks of being famous

Eddie hates photo shoots. Hates the clothes the stylist chose for him to wear. Hates having to pose like a soulless mannequin just to portray some bullshit cliché - surrounded by cheap props like fucking plastic skulls with red glowing eyes that look absolutely hideous. Really ruins the magic of the end result when you know what’s going on behind the scenes.

But he knows it’s part of the game, part of what makes people want to buy their albums, and merch, and come to their shows.

It’s a small price to pay, really, when put in perspective. Because what’s a few hours of being uncomfortable if in return, they get to live their fucking dream.

To be the rock stars they always wanted to be, playing sold-out shows in huge arenas, listening to massive crowds singing their songs back to them.

Still, he hates it.

Especially because they always put him upfront, always the centerpiece of every goddamn magazine cover, as if the other members don’t matter as much. It's stupid but his band mates never complain about it. And maybe he brought it upon himself for being a bit of an attention whore on stage.

It was never a conscious choice; he’s always just being himself. Sue him for looking damn fucking good in his mesh tops, and skin-tight leather pants. For loving to make the crowd go wild when he struts around with his pierced nipples out in the open, wearing a skirt that barely covers his best bits, and thigh-high boots.

He loves to be just a little extravagant and coquettishly playful when putting on a show.

That, and the fact that he's always been unashamedly open about his sexuality and his many hook-ups in the past, gave him a certain… reputation. And he’s completely fine with that, really, as long as the way they’re marketing said image doesn't take away from the really important stuff, which is and always has been the music.

They are good at what they do, all of them, didn’t become famous for nothing.

Jeff, Gareth and Frank are exceptionally gifted musicians. And Eddie doesn’t just say this because they’ve been his best friends forever. It’s a fact. And without them, Corroded Coffin wouldn’t be the band it is.

Eddie wouldn’t be who he is without them.

That’s why he wants to protest when the photographer suggests to do a few shots of just Eddie, to ‘give the people what they want.’, but his treacherous friends beat him to it, agree happily to step back and let them do their thing.

He’s told to sit down on some kind of makeshift throne like he’s the Dark Lord himself, while someone calls for someone else to ‘bring in the models’.

Eddie’s mouth falls open when he sees the two ravishing beauties that look like they’ve just tumbled out of a kinky fantasy. The girl is petite with big blue eyes and the cutest smile, her strawberry blond hair in a high ponytail, dressed in lace and leather, enhancing the perfect shape of her body. She’s gorgeous and totally his type, but-

It's the other model, the guy, who has Eddie's full attention. Because holy shit, that man’s a wet dream come true and for once, being in the spotlight doesn't seem so bad anymore.

Eddie thinks he might be in love.

The photographer is yelling instructions but Eddie can hardly hear what he's saying. He’s too distracted by the way the girl drapes herself lasciviously over the armrest on his left, making him feel hot all over with her closeness. And when the guy drops down to his knees in front of him, both hands on Eddie's thighs, looking up at him like he's a fucking God - Eddie forgets how to breathe.

He moves on autopilot, mindlessly following orders. Not once taking his eyes off the beautiful fucking good boy at is feet, thinking dirty rotten thoughts about all the things he'd do to him if this scenario was real and not just for reader-baiting purposes.

It all ends too soon. He could've done this for hours.

Eddie is in the dressing room when someone knocks at the door. And because he assumes it's one of his mates, he just calls for them to 'Come in!', unbothered by his state of undress, naked except for his underwear – nothing to hide once you've shared a tour bus so many times – standing with his back to the door, rummaging around in his suitcase for a fresh set of clothes.

"Sorry to bother you. I just wanted to as-ohmygod! I am so sorry! I didn't know you where-"

Eddie turns around so quickly it makes him dizzy, surprised to find not Gareth, or Frank, or Jeff but another a familiar set of eyes staring back at him.

It’s hot guy from earlier.

“You’re not a fan, huh?” Eddie asks with a cocky grin on his face, just a bit too proud of himself for how quickly he regained his composure. “Because if you were, you wouldn’t be so shocked to see me half-naked.” Eddie winks and pretty boy's face turns a deep cherry-red.

“No, I, uh, I mean, yes. I mean-,“ the guy struggles for words and it's so precious, Eddie wants to bite him.

“I wanted to ask you for an autograph.”

Oh please. Baby, you can have so much more.

“Tell you what, sweetheart. I’ll sign my name if you give me your number. How’s that sound?”

When Eddie reunites with his friends 30 minutes later, Gareth is immediately onto him.

“Please tell me you didn’t just fuck the model.”

“His name is Steve and you know what they say - what happens behind the scenes, stays there.”

“Literally no one says that. And you’re a slut.” Gareth laughs and Frank and Jeff agree.

They're not wrong, Eddie’s definitely a slut for Steve. And he can’t wait to meet him at the hotel room later to finish what they started.

[dreamwatch]

Ramblin' Gamblin' Man

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

Day #20 - Prompt: Under The Covers | Word Count: 979 | Rating: M | CW: period typical homophobia (alluded to) | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: secret relationship, sharp suits, Steve Harrington is stupid for Eddie Munson, Fluff but make it lustful

Steve’s at the Grammys. Holy Shit.

It’s not the first time Eddie’s been here, but it’s the first time he’s brought Steve. He walked the red carpet alone last time, the rest of the band ahead of him with their wives and girlfriends, Eddie playing up the bachelor angle. Steve watched from their home. 

Tonight they’re ’best friends if anyone asks’, which Eddie thinks is unlikely because there are some big names here and like, who the fuck are they in the scheme of things?

They’re not nominated for anything; Eddie said they’d been asked to play a cover of Ramblin’ Gamblin Man and both Wayne and Steve’s dad are big Bob Seger fans so the band said yes. See, its little things like that that make him want to climb inside Eddie and never come out. Any other act is thinking about the prestige, Eddie’s thinking about whether his family would like it.

He loves this man so fucking much.

The band are sitting about ten rows back; he’s got a clear view of Sheryl Crow from his seat, and he’s pretty sure that’s the back of Whitney Houston’s head over to his left.

His new phone is buzzing in his pocket. Robin is obsessed with sending him messages. Tonight so far:

‘Is Stevie Nicks there?’

‘If she is please tell me she’s hot.’

‘Shit I think I just saw you!’

‘Is that Sheryl Crow in front of you?’

He deletes them to make space for new messages, hopefully something about how their friends are at the goddamn Grammys and not whether Shania Twain has a nice ass. (She does, he looked.)

Eddie taps his arm. “Okay, we have to go get changed.”

“Huh? Why?”

They’re wearing their ‘Corroded Coffin smart attire’, essentially their usual clothes minus the rips. They’re not exactly scruffy, per se, but… Steve’s in a suit here, you know? (The suit is borrowed, but it’s all about the effort.)

Eddie grins at him. “You didn’t think I was performing at the Grammys in this, did you?” He pulls at the long sleeve tee he’s wearing under his new leather jacket. 

“I mean, yeah, I kind of did.”

Eddie tsks. “For shame, Steve.” He leans in, achingly close, his breath tickling Steve’s neck. “Wish me luck.”

Just for a second Steve thinks about kissing him. Fuck everyone else, fuck the fans, the industry, he just wants to kiss his man publicly. But he doesn’t. Instead he shifts so his lips are practically touching the shell of Eddie’s ear.

“Good luck,” he whispers. 

Eddie shivers. Steve laughs.

The boys all leave, and now it’s Steve and The Wives.

Thirty minutes later the sound of a trashy high-hat fills the auditorium, lights flashing in time to the thu-thu thump bass drum pattern. Despite Jeff being their lead vocalist it’s Eddie, with his raspier, bluesier voice, that’s taking the lead tonight, and doesn’t that just make Steve’s heart fucking cry out with pride? And you know, Eddie, his Eddie, singing at a nationally televised event should be the thing he’s concentrating on, and it is! It is. But when the lights go up the first thing he actually notices is—

“Holy shit, they’re wearing suits!” 

Bonnie says it before anyone else gets a chance. He imagines the four of them are a picture right now, side by side, eyes on stalks because their men are all on stage at the Grammy’s wearing blacks suits, crisp white shirts and… fucking sunglasses. 

Look, he’s seen Eddie in a suit. It was a nice suit, but he looked about as comfortable as a priest in a lingerie store. This is not that.

These are sharp tailored suits, fitted to perfection. Eddie has too many buttons undone on the shirt, some of his chest exposed, that old Fender guitar pick necklace replaced with a solid silver copy (the original with Wayne). The stage lights hit his mirrored Ray Bans, the chain, the rings. But Steve can’t take his eyes off that fucking suit.

He’s going to devour him.

Eddie’s not a frontman, says he loves being able to just do his thing and let Jeff take care of the crowd. But he has a feeling things might change after tonight. 

The audience are on their feet, and Steve grabs the girls so they can head down to the backstage area. They have passes but even then he has to pull the ‘pregnant ladies coming through’ card to get them back to the green room. And when they get in there--

They’re still dressed in those fucking suits.

Eddie spins toward him. “Hey! What did you—“

Steve doesn’t give him a chance to finish the sentence, he has his hands on Eddie’s face and he’s dragging him in for a long, deep kiss, Eddie’s eyes wide and cross eyed.

When he finally comes up for air he realises Jeff, Gareth and Matt are all getting much the same treatment from their wives.

“You’re never taking this off, understand?” Steve says breathlessly. “Never.”

“What… the suit?”

“Duh, the suit, yes the suit. You’re never taking it off. I don’t care what you’re doing, mowing the lawn, taking the trash out, washing the car, don’t care. This,” he says gently pulling at a very expensive lapel, “is never leaving your body.” He goes in for another kiss. “God the things I’m going to do to you tonight.”

“In the suit?”

“Fuck yes, in the suit! Told you, you’re never taking this off.”

Eddie’s grin is slow and mischievous. “This is really doing it for you, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

It’s doing it for everyone. There are three respectable married ladies here, mothers no less, acting like groupies at an Aerosmith gig. 

Steve squeezes his hips. “Let’s go.”

“Sunglasses: on or off?”

Steve wants to sink his teeth into him right here.

“On. Definitely on.”

The song:

The inspiration:

[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!”

[rip-quizilla]

Love Me Mercilessly (Ow!)

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 12: Ow!

A/N: This story, while able to be read on its own as a one shot, picks up where There Will Be No Tenderness left off. If you would like to read the full story in its entirety, I suggest starting there.

Content Warning: 🔥🔥🔥This story is basically just pure smut, so please only interact if you are 18+.

WC: 1000

Summary: During an argument at a party, Eddie put his hand over your mouth just to get you to stop talking. In a surprising turn of events, you liked it.

Tags: Eddie Munson X Henderson!Reader, Female!Reader, Backup singer!Reader, fingering, P in V sex, degradation kink, bratty reader, enemies to lovers

Divider was created by @strangergraphics

“You…liked that… didn’t you?” Eddie mumbled, his voice a deep rumble in his chest as he closed in on your space against the bathroom wall. “Answer me.”

Your arms were crossed defiantly, yet your eyes couldn’t seem to meet his. “You’re a pig, Eddie.”

“And you’re all hot and bothered.” He was smiling now, the corner of his lips turning up in a smirk. “You liked that I got rough with you, admit it.”

Your eyes narrowed on him. “Prick.”

“Brat.”

He was inches from you now, caging you in with eye contact alone.

“Screw you.” you spat.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Eddie’s voice was more growl than whisper now; you could feel his breath on your face. It smelled like cinnamon gum and cigarettes.

One exhale from Eddie, one inhale from you. Then your lips were on his.

Eddie’s hands shot straight to your ass. He squeezed, earning a moan from you as your lips left his for a moment, only for him to feel your teeth bite down on his bottom lip. 

“Ow!” He groaned- grunted, more like- lifting you up and slamming you back against the wall, hips pinned by his as he attacked your neck. 

“Don’t leave marks,” you panted, “band can’t know-ah!”

Eddie ignored you, sucking at a spot just above your collarbone. “Stop telling me what to fucking do.” he murmured, licking the salty sweetness of your skin. 

“Jesus, you’re stubborn.” you rolled your eyes back, half from pleasure and half from exasperation.

“Yeah,” Eddie’s thumb wandered to the front of your panties, stroking over the fabric until he found the spot that launched your head back, wrenched your eyes closed and pulled a moan from your mouth that made his dick stand at attention. “I’m not the only one.”

“I…fuck-”

“Jesus, are you at a loss for words, sweetheart?” Eddie teased, pressing circles into your clit over your panties. “So much more agreeable when my hand’s between your legs.”

Your hand tangled in his curls and gave them a sharp yank, ripping a surprised moan from Eddie’s mouth. You smirked, excited to have found some kind of leverage against him, and gathered more of his hair into your hand before pulling even harder. 

“Fuck,” Eddie’s hand was a blur, shoving your panties aside one second and sliding a finger into your entrance the next. “God, you’re so wet. If I’d known telling you what to do would have this effect on you sooner, I wouldn’t have spent so long biting my tongue instead of telling you to shut up.”

This side of Eddie made you see red, made you so damn angry… he was mean and crass and god did it turn you on. You writhed on his finger, riding his hand while you gripped his mane for stability.

“Is this why you’re always such an ass?” You asked him, voice breathy as he slipped another finger in. “Have you just been sexually frustrated this whole time, Munson?”

The curl of his fingers inside you was exquisite, making your back arch against the painted drywall. 

“You gonna let me fuck you and find out, Henderson?” 

You nodded fervently, clutching Eddie close as his lips slid sloppily over the skin of your decolletage. He huffed a chuckle into your sweat as your walls squeezed his fingers tighter. God, you were gonna feel so good around his cock.

“As much as I love the fact that you aren’t arguing for once, I need to hear you say it.” 

“Yes.” You breathed, “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”

He chuckled at your eagerness, unbuttoning his pants and whipping his dick out in record time. “Are you on the pill?” he asked, to which you replied with a breathy “Yes.”

“Then I hope you’re close because we go on in ten minutes and I am not leaving this bathroom until I feel that pussy cum.”

That was the only warning you got before Eddie Munson’s cock slammed into you so hard, you saw stars.

He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, no gradual build-up to a faster speed. Eddie fucked you relentlessly, mercilessly. He fucked you hard and quick against that wall, murmuring into your ear about how tight you were, how hot and wet that pussy felt around him. 

“That’s it, soak my dick, sweetheart.” Eddie chuckled when your walls clenched around him at that. “Fuck yes, squeeze that cock baby. Holy shit that feels so good.”

Your moans had grown in volume with every thrust, and if you didn’t quiet down then people were definitely going to hear you through that locked door. 

Eddie’s hand once again clapped over your mouth, muffling your cries of pleasure as he continued pounding you into the wall. “Always so fucking loud.” He saw that look in your eyes again, that submissive, deer-in-the-headlights expression that woke something up in him- made him want to break you. 

It was intoxicating, intense, and it was all you saw when you looked at his smoldering brown eyes. You were getting tighter and tighter just looking at them, closer to unraveling, teetering on that delicious edge.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum-”

And hearing Eddie moan that into your ear was what pushed you over. You mewled into his hand, lips parting to taste the salt on his fingers as you spasmed around him. You felt his cock twitching inside you, felt the wet slide of his cum as gravity sent it dripping down his shaft. 

You were both breathing heavily, sweating and spent when he carefully slipped out of you and helped you find your footing on the bathroom floor.

There was a beat of silence between you, and you both knew that the two of you would eventually need to talk about this… but now wasn’t the time.

“You’re coming home with me tonight.” Eddie didn’t phrase it like a question.

“That’s presumptuous of you-” 

He leveled a look at you that said ‘Really?’

You sighed. “Fine.”

[corrodedcoffinfest]

Welcome to Corroded Coffin Fest!

This is a fanworks challenge/event that is all about Corroded Coffin. It will take place from July 1st thru July 31st.

Thanks so much for showing interest in this event during this post! If you have friends that you think would like to participate, please considering reblogging this announcement!

The calendar of prompts is located here:

Since there are so many events going on (and we love to see it!) we've decided to set a word count range for this event, so the love can be spread around to more events.

GUIDELINES:

Ideas for works include: fic, art, gifsets, fanvids, moodboards, edits, playlists, or anything else you can think of to celebrate Corroded Coffin!

For fics, there is a word count minimum/maximum of between 300-1000 words per drabble. We'll use wordcounter.net to check the word counts before reblogging, so make sure you stick to that range!

Do one prompt, do them all. Hell, do them all twice! It's totally up to you. You can pick and choose what you're interested in. And we're not going to police how you interpret the prompt. Just use them as a jumping off point to be inspired by the boys of Corroded Coffin, and then share that inspiration with us! (Not everything has to be band related, we encourage you to explore other parts of their lives, too!)

Submissions can absolutely be connected to other prompts from the event, or even past works, but should still be able to stand alone each day.

Every morning a new prompt card will go up, reminding everyone of what that day's prompt will be.

All submissions should include any pairings featured, content rating and any content warnings (CW) or tags that you think are appropriate. Please put the prompt you are fulfilling as well, just to keep things straightforward. A sample could look something like this:

Prompt Day 9: The Hideout, Word Count: 666, Rating: M, Pairing: None, CW: Underage Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Tags: Corroded Coffin, First Gig, Partying, Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Freak, The Hideout

Also, please consider putting any explicit material under a read more cut, because anything rated E that's not hidden under a cut will not be reblogged.

For the artists! Your art submission must be posted on the same day as the current prompt in order to be reblogged by this blog. Your piece of art (or other creation) must be Corroded Coffin focused, using any combination of the guys, together or solo. Of course, other characters can be included, too! But you need to have at least one of the CC band members in it for it to count for this event. Thank you!

All ships are welcome, as long as they include at least one member of Corroded Coffin: Eddie, Jeff, Gareth & Freak. (Who I look forward to learning the name of from you all, time and time again!)

Please tag us here @corrodedcoffinfest when you post your work for the day so we can reblog it!

Be respectful of your fellow participants and readers. We're all here to have fun and share the love of all parts of Corroded Coffin.

Definitely feel free to ask me anything if the rules weren't clear in places, or if I straight up forgot something (or if you just have anything else you'd like to ask). You can send an ask/message to this blog or reach out to @thisapplepielife.

Please submit your post by 11:59 PM EDT on the day of the prompt in order to not be missed for reblogging.

 If posting on AO3, please feel free to use the collection associated with this event: Corroded Coffin Fest AO3 Collection after your submission has been reblogged by this account.

Most importantly, have fun! We can't wait to see what Corroded Coffin fanworks come out of this new event!

More info below, including full prompt list with jumping off suggestions, the warm-up rounds for April, May & June, and a spreadsheet you're free to use:

PROMPTS:

JULY 1ST - FIRSTS

First gig, first check, first award, first...anything.

JULY 2ND - IN THE BEGINNING

How did Corroded Coffin come to be?

JULY 3RD - BEST FRIENDS

Who are the best friends in the band in your head? Let's find out.

JULY 4TH - EDDIE

We all know Eddie. Let's hear some more about him today.

JULY 5TH - ON THE ROAD AGAIN

Get them out on the road, in any way you see fit.

JULY 6TH - HEARD IT IN A LOVE SONG

Let's have some romance. Any pairing(s) that tickle your fancy.

JULY 7TH - CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES, C'MON

Let them celebrate! Maybe that's a birthday/holiday/celebration show. Maybe it's a wedding, etc.

JULY 8TH - BAND POLITICS

Fight! Fight! Fight! Not everything goes smoothly all the time.

JULY 9TH - THE HIDEOUT

Catch them there, every Tuesday, playing for five drunks.

JULY 10TH - PRIDE

Let's see them celebrate Pride! Or let's see them be proud, etc.

JULY 11TH - JEFF

Let's spend some time with the guitarist of Corroded Coffin.

JULY 12TH - OW!

Injuries happen. Tell me more.

JULY 13TH - SEX, DRUGS & ROCK N ROLL

Tell us about the seedier parts of being in a band! 18+ for adult content, please!

JULY 14TH - AND THE WINNER IS...

It's time for awards season. Do they win? Lose? Let us know.

JULY 15TH - LET'S TALK ABOUT THAT

Press Tour/Interviews. Sometimes they need to promote themselves.

JULY 16TH - STRUGGLING

They're working their asses off, grinding it out, but they haven't hit the big time yet. Or they're struggling in other ways...

JULY 17TH - "THIS ONE'S FOR YOU"

Dedicate a song to someone special.

JULY 18TH - FREAK (GRANT, FRANK, GOODIE, ETC.)

Whatever name you given him, let's all focus on the bassist of Corroded Coffin.

JULY 19TH - IN THE GARAGE

Get them in the garage. Band practice, fixing the van, etc.

JULY 20TH - UNDER THE COVERS

Let them cover some real songs. Or, you know, get under the covers in another way...

JULY 21ST - HATE THIS TOWN

Hawkins. How was it dragging them down? Or, maybe they hate LA...

JULY 22ND - ALTERNATE UNIVERSE (AU)

Use your imaginations and put them into a whole new world!

JULY 23RD - UP AND COMING

They're finally gaining a little traction. Or maybe they're up...and coming. *wink wink, nudge nudge*

JULY 24TH - BEHIND THE SCENES

What's it take to get this show on the road? Or, what are they really like, off-stage? Let's get a peek behind the curtain.

JULY 25TH - GARETH

Bang them sticks! Let's catch up with the drummer of Corroded Coffin.

JULY 26TH - TOUR DATE

Let's focus on a specific show.

JULY 27TH - YOU'LL BE IN MY HEART

Navigating love while on the road.

JULY 28TH - BACK TO INDIANA

Let's go back to Hawkins and/or Indiana. Send these boys home.

JULY 29TH - BEHIND THE MUSIC

You know there's drama. A story. Probably enough for VH1 to come knocking.

JULY 30TH - FAME & FORTUNE

They've made it big! Now what?

JULY 31ST - YOUR SONG

A Corroded Coffin song? A work inspired by a song? A song that makes you think of Corroded Coffin?

WARM-UP ROUNDS:

Let's get a little practice before the full event in July!

Here's a prompt each month leading up to the event to work out the kinks and get in the rhythm of it all!

APRIL 15TH - TAXED

It's tax day. Do they need to pay their taxes? Is this a write-off? Or, are they just taxed from being on the road? Tax them.

MAY 15TH - GET A JOB

Put 'em to work. First jobs, side hustles, etc. Surely they've had some other jobs besides being in the band. Tell us about them.

JUNE 15TH - BAND ON THE RUN

Are they late for a gig? Running from monsters in the Upside Down? On a tour from hell?

Same guidelines as the full event will apply.

SPREADSHEET:

If you'd like a spreadsheet to help you keep track of the prompts and your progress, here's the one I personally use for other events, and will be using myself for this event. If you'd like to use it yourself, just go to File>Make a Copy and you'll get a version you can edit in your own Google Sheets.

Thanks for showing interest in having a Corroded Coffin event this year! ❤️🦇🖤 - @thisapplepielife (and thanks for the help and adding to the prompt list, @wormdebut!)

[keaganz]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest Black Friday event.

Promt: I am giving thanks /word count: 5,747 /Rating: Mature /Relationship: Steddie, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson /POV: multiple /CW: Explicit Sex, Discussions of past injuries, Scars /Tags: AU - Modern Time, Offscreen Pregnancy + Birth, Upside-Down heavily implied, Eddie Mulives Lives, Corroded Coffin, The Party, Gender bending Always a girl Steve Harrington, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Famous Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham Lives, Original Child, Hard of hearing Steve Harrington, Idiots in Love, Eddie Munson calls Steve Harrington pet names, under negotiation kinks, Dom/Sub dynamics, SoftDom Eddie munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson has a small dick, Meet & Fuck

*Disclaimer author has a concussion while writing this and has inserted a recent concert anecdote.*

🎵I'm not strong enough to stay away

Can't run from you

I just run back to you

Like a moth, I'm drawn into your flame

Say my name, but it's not the same

You look in my eyes, I'm stripped of my pride

And my soul surrenders and you bring my heart to its knees🎵

Eddie closes the lid of his laptop as he let's out a sigh. He takes out his earbuds and takes his long curly hair out of the hastily topknot holding it captive and runs his hands through his hair. He just ended an online interview with Nick Nocturnal, for his Metalcore centred YouTube channel. They had actually scheduled it to be a in person interview in Nick’s studio so they could also play together but Corroded Coffin's upcoming touring schedule had disrupted that. He hated doing online interviews, in his opinion it stripped it of the genuine human connection, but Nick was a good friend and had helped get them on the map. Now it was a good distraction, it was nearing the four year anniversary of meeting his soulmate, love of his life, his princess Leia and sadly let her slip through his fingers a mere six hours later.

The song he wrote about her had exploded on tiktok and catapulted them from the underground Metalcore scene into mainstream metal scene. Princess With a Nailbat was Corroded Coffins' first song to enter the charts and went as high as number 5. He had seen her sitting in the food court of the San Diego ComicCon, alone and watching something completely engrossed on her phone, absentmindedly eating a taco. She had been wearing a leather jacket with a white shirt under it. Her beautiful face is marred with incredibly intricate special effects makeup, making it seem like she had been in a fight recently. Her long honey brown hair pulled up in a messy high ponytail. She had tied a red bandana around her head to keep her fringe out of her eyes. A baseball bat with nails protruding from the top sat propped up on the chair next to her. He felt a bit like a stalker for just standing there watching her, but to onlookers, it just looked like he was just looking off into the hall.

He watches a group of guys pointing at her and talking amongst each other, before a guy dressed in a sheriff's outfit leaves them and walks over to her. Eddie frowns as he takes a large sip of his over priced lukewarm Coke. He figures that he's lost his shot at approaching her, he's about to turn and walk away when he notices that her body is rigid and she is doing her best to politely send the guy packing. His frown deepens as minutes pass and he still hasn't taken the hint. He thought that his days of saving lost sheep from school yard bullies was over, listen at heart he's a coward and would run than fight. While he has had a few long-term romantic partners and a notorious flirt he is by no means a player. After waiting a few more minutes, spent debating himself, he takes a deep breath and channels his stage persona.

He confidential walks over and places his cup on her food tray “ I'm so sorry it took so long Sweetheart, you won't believe how long the line for the restroom was.” He looks down at her praying she correctly reads his intentions. Their eyes meet and his smile turns from sly and slik to warm and goofy. She blinks up at him before, her eyes light up and smiles “I ate your taco though, I know how you hate soggy salad” The guy sitting across from her aggressively clears his throat and glares up at Eddie. Eddie is still recovering from snorting so hard at her ridiculous answer as he turns to him. “Oh I didn't see you there, what are you supposed to be? Paul Blart the mall cop?”. His ego inflates slightly and His heart swell when she let's out a deep belly laugh, spitting out some of his Pepsi. And boy does that sound and the thought of her sucking his straw make his dick kick in interest. If looks could kill Eddie would have dropped dead with how hard he was getting glaring at “ I should have known you would only be interested in tattooed bad boys. Don't come crying to me when he runs you through and leavers you with a child. I was just being a nice guy! And complimenting your Negan cosplay. But you're just a vapid bitch and his bat has barbed wire wrapped around it not nails.” He angrily gets up, just as Eddie is about to rip him a new one she speaks up “ I don't know who Negan is or why he has barbed wire around his bat. But my nailbat is made to kill Demogorgons and nail the balls of assholes to the floor.” If he wasn't in love before he now absolutely is and it has nothing to do with all of his blood rushing to his cock. “That’s your hint to take a fucking hike, asshole”.

Eddie had learnt that her name was Stephanie but she preferred to be called Steph or Stephie, that she was here as a chaperone, babysitter, to a group of six teens that would be going to high-school in the fall. She had just graduated from high school and worked retail with her best friend. Her telling him she knew near to nothing from ‘Goblins and Goobers’, did break his heart a little, and he had dramatically clutched his arm, saying she had killed him. Her laugh at his dramatics made it better. They spend the next few hours just talking and laughing. He daringly kisses her hand and cheek once or twice. They briefly separate when her ‘kids’ are finished with their booked activity. She gives him a napkin with her hotel and room number on it.

Eddie couldn't believe he was standing in some random hotel elevator to have a hook up with this gorgeous brunette that was way out his league. Is this how it feels to have groupies? Or in this situation be the groupie. It may have been presumptuous but he had gone out and bought a new box of condoms and a bottle of tingling lube, his uncle Wayne had made sure Eddie never forgot the saying ‘no glove no love’. Don't get him wrong Eddie would love to be a parent but not at twenty-three and not while he's not financially stable. He was still working at Starbucks, when he wasn't playing with his band. He had dreams of becoming big. He steps out of the elevator on her floor and looks at the sign to see which way to go. Back to the matter at hand, he hadn't Just gotten rubbers, he had also gotten some fancy pasta dish and some cans of coke. He had spent way too long debating himself on if bringing a wine bottle would be appropriate or not. He didn't want her to think him a creep or have nefarious intentions.

As he walks down the hallway he suddenly starts doubting himself and becomes self conscious, what if he misread the situation, what if can't get it up or worse he can't give her pleasure. Before he can fully spiral he finds himself in front of her room. He takes a few minutes to compose himself and runs his free hand through his hair, hoping he didn't mess it up before knocking. Jumps back a bit as the door gets pulled open with a lot of force “ I swear Dustin ….. this is embarrassing. Can I uh do this again?” He desperately wanted to see how far down her blush goes, his eyes snap back up to her face and smiles at her. “If it makes you feel better then sure sweetheart. But just outta curiosity what did he do and do you need me to give him a stern talking too?” He leans against the door post, in what he hopes is a seductive pose. She snorts and places her hands on her hips, he can't help his eyes flicking down to her voluptuous hips and thick thighs encased in a pair of green gym shorts. As she starts talking his eyes shoot back up to her face, both their cheeks heating up. “Just give me a minute and ..yeah.. just “ Eddie steps back as she closes the door.

He checks his phone as it pinged, he looks up and nearly drops his phone as Steph opens the door again. Gone are her gym shorts and baggy shirt, she's now draped in fluffy white robe. She tied the sash tightly around her waist, emphasising her hips and thighs, and causing the fabric to stretch and drape around her full breasts. The way it drapes open, he can clearly see she isn't wearing a bar, he can't help swallowing the drool pooling in his mouth or his suddenly too tight pants. “ Hi, can I help you?” He fumbles over his words before managing to get out a somewhat coherent sentence “I .. uh … brought pasta?” He pathetically holds up his plastic bag. Her eyes light up as she laughs. “I guess dessert can wait” she turns around and walks into the room. He lets his eyes roam down her back, to her ample bubble butt and down her legs. As he steps inside the room, pulling the door closed behind him he sees lage gnarly scar on the back of her lower left thigh. “Sweetheart, did you get that in the mall fire?” She turns to look at him as she makes space on the small table in the corner. The movement makes her robe fall more open, baring her breasts to him. He can feel all of his blood rushing down into his groin, he not so subtlety adjusts himself in his jeans. He completely misses what she says and blinks owlishly at her for a few seconds. “ I'm sorry … Could you repeat that? I was uh distracted”. She gives him a quick once over and bites her lip. “It's a dog bite. The gremlins were playing in the junkyard And got pinned in an old school bus by a pack of stray dogs. My bat came in handy but one got a chunk of me “ He can tell it's a bad memory by the way her brows scrunch up and her eyes get A far off scared look. Eddie reaches out and gently strokes her cheek. “Your kids are safe, you did such a good job protecting them. Such a good Mamma”

He couldn't believe he had just called her that. Tiktok does cause brain rot and apparently he isn't immune to it. He was about to backpedal his words so fast and hoped she wouldn't kick him out. But she actually let out a breathy moan and turned her head to kiss his palm. Either she has a praise kink or it really was being called a mom, he decides to test the waters a bit. “You want to be my good girl, sweetheart?” He grips her chin lightly and makes her look at him. She licks her lips nodding “ Can you give me a verbal answer baby?” Her voice sounds breathy and an octave higher “Yeah I wanna be a good Mamma” He sees her pupils dilating and can feel her body relaxing “Sweetheart, your feeling floaty yeah? You know what's going on?” “mmmm Yeah, normally don't float so fast” He can't believe his luck, not only does she have a fantastic personality, incredible body but she's a Sub that's aware of it. “You have a safe word, Mamma? Anything you really don't like?” He lets go of her chin and trails his fingers down her throat and to her chest, pushing her rode fully open. the action fully exposes her breasts to his gaze, her dusky rose nipples hardening to pebbles.

Her breath hitches as she shrugs the robe of her shoulder, effectively trapping her arms. He reaches out and pinches a nipple before twisting it, her answering moan goes straight to dick. “ Mamma, I asked you a question. I want your safe word and what you don't like” She whines, arching her back, pushing her breasts out “Demodog, don't call me stupid or bullshit. I just want to be good for you, Daddy” He tries to figure out what a Demodog is when his brain short-circuits at being called Daddy. It almost makes him cream his pants, apparently getting called Daddy really does it for him. “Yeah you wanna be Daddy's good little slut?” He pinches and rolls a nipple between his fingers as he simultaneously frees himself from the confines of his jeans. She whines at the sight of his hard and purpling dick that's slowly dribbling. While he was shorter than average and curved to the left, his more than average girth made up for his shortcomings. He does unconsciously let out a pleased breath at her enthusiastic moan. “You like what you see baby?” She nods her head, wetting her lips. He slaps her nearest breast making sure to be mindful of rings “Words Mama. I know you're a smart and good girl, so you can do that, for Daddy right?”. She whined at the hit “ ‘Mmmm sorry Daddy. I don't like long dicks. I love sucking dick, but I gag quickly, I don't like that. I don't want to gag Daddy.” Her eyes water as she gives him a pleading look.

“Such a good girl, telling me. I'm not going to make such a pretty Mamma gag on my cock, I'd rather see you tear up from pleasure” He strokes her cheek softly before getting comfortable on the bed, spreading his legs wide. He reaches behind himself, feeling around for a throw pillow. He brings it a front of himself before dropping it down between his feet. “Come here baby, got you a nice comfy seat” Steph shrugs the bathrobe up, so she's properly wearing it but he clicks her tounge. “No Mamma, don't cover up your gorgeous titts. Leave it open” She bites her lower lip as she seductively lets it drop to the ground. He lets out a pained groan as he takes all of her in. His eyes get drawn to her neatly trimmed and groomed vulva. He watches her subtlety rubbing her thick muscular thighs together. He is transfixed as the short hairs start glistening with the slik she's leaking. He shakes himself out of his stupor and swallows a few times. “How did I ever get so lucky princess? Just look at you! So beautiful and so strong. Come here baby.” He reaches out and lightly grips her hips pulling her close.

Steph willingly lets him manhandle her to sit comfortably between his knees. He looks down at her, and has to squeeze his base. He thanks eversingle deity he can think of, he must have maxed out his good and luck states in a past life. He grips chin, and once again marvels at how reactive she is to him. Her mouth opens and sticks her tongue out, and before he can really process it he spits into her mouth. Her eyes roll back and her body starts quivering but she doesn't swallow. He strokes her cheek with his thumb. “What a good Mama, waiting to be told to swallow. Beautiful, strong and oh so obedient. So perfect for me. I think you deserve your treat now” He slides his hand from her chin down to her throat. She whines through her nose as he squeezes her throat briefly before moving his hand to the back of her neck. “Tap my thigh twice, if it gets to much” “Yes daddy” Her voice sounds muffled because she's still holding her tongue out.

He messages her neck briefly before lightly pushing her head towards his angry looking dick. With his other hand he taps the leaking mushroomd head against her tounge. Steph flattens her tongue as she licks it in-between the tapping. “Go on sweetheart. Enjoy your well deserved treat” He keeps his hand resting gently against the back of her neck. Step looks up at him as she kisses the head before swallowing him whole. Her lips stretch obscenely wide to accommodate his girth. He groans loudly, his eyes rolling back as she tongues his slit, coupled with the perfect amount of suction. He rubs her neck gently “That’s it Mama, you're sinfully good at this. I wish I could just have sitting just like this while I write music. You'd be so good at cock warming princess. Yeah, you like that idea?” He strokes her cheek as she moans at the received praise. The vibrations around his cock feel heavenly and making him twitch, that he can feel throw the cheek he's stroking. He can feel his orgasem quickly approaching, as she starts bobbing her head, swirling her tongue around him. He watches his cock effortlessly gliding between her puffy spit slicked lips. He notices a trail of spittle dripping down her chin and landing on her chest “ Mama, will you let me paint your titts white? Let me mark you as mine?” He takes he answering moan as a yes. He gently but firmly takes a handful of the hair of the back of her neck and pulls her head back, baring her throat. He grips his cock as it leaves her mouth with a wet pop and furiously strokes himself a few times befor exploding on her chest.

Eddie gets harshly pulled from his memory as Gareth loudly opens the door and walks in. “Come on dude! We need to get to sound check before the meet and greet starts! So hurry up and get going. Your princess with a Nailbat will absolutely be waiting for you in your dreams” Gareth snickers loudly at getting flipped off by him. The band had come to the conclusion early on that the standard meet and greet set up, them just standing their and getting just a few seconds for a quick picture and a hello, just wasn't working for them. So they started adding one of two songs during ‘sound check’. They didn't like the up pricing of the VIP upgraded tickets so they made it a raffle, people could enter by adding their order number for their tickets. They could only do this when playing smaller venues. They where already on stage just messing around when a toddler with wild curly hair in a half down half updo wearing a clearly homemade CC shirt and pastel pink pyjama pants with unicorns on them and pair of black headphones on with red glitter horns on them. They are all taken aback but then two girls follow t on her heels, as well as others. The girl with natural red hair pics up the toddler. “Bug you can't just run off like that” “ sowwy Max”. Eddie after smiling and waving at other people turns to the girl holding the toddler “ Hi, aren't you a pretty little princess. I'm Eddie, what's your name?” The toddler gasps and starts bouncing, in who he presumes yo be Max's arms. “ Max you hear tat? he's also called Eddy!” Eddie blinks and looks at Max but a boy with curly brown hair answers “ Her name is Edith but she gets called Winny or Edy”

Eddie's mesmerised watching Winny jumping and dancing around to them playing. He plays the first notes of Princess With a Nailbat and he can't help smiling wildly, imagining what it would be like to watching own children doing the same. Something at the back of the room catches her attention and she runs off and gets scooped up by who he thinks must be a parent. His fingers falter and his breath hitches when he watches mother and daughter coming closer. “ …. Steph?” He ignores the looks from his friends and the fans as he jumps off stage.

Steph falters as she watches him jump down and approach them. “ ….Eddie?” “Princess, or should I say queen?” She follows his gaze landing on the little girl in arms. “ Mama, we share a name!” She smiles at her daughter “ I know bug. I wanted you to have something of your dad's and his name was all I could give you” She looks at Eddie, guilt written clearly on her face. “ YOU SLEPT WITH THE EDDIE MUNSON? Why didn't you tell me.” “I can't believe he slept with y….. What The Fuck Max!” Steph and Eddie both realise they have an audience. She glares at the party “Mike language! What have I told you about cussing around Edith?! Dustin you were fourteen, in my defence I didn't know!” “ That's partly my fault, but I think we should take this somewhere more private.” She's faced multiple interdimensional monster and been to a different dimension but she can't help feeling scared. She can see the other fans looking at her, some with their phones out. Eddie angles his body in front of them. “Sorry to cut this short, and we would really appreciate it if you would delete everything. We are normally really chill about breaking the no phone rule. Eddie deserves this to stay a private matter for the time being, until this get sorted out.” Steph tense as she watches a petite woman with long strawberry blonde hair walk past them. She feels a long callusesd fingers intertwined with her free hand, she looks down at her hand before looking up at Eddie who's still facing the crowd. “Thanks Chrissy” She can't help feel judged as the woman frowns at them before nodding and turning to coral the crowd.

She feels him squeezing her hand as he gently tugs her long. She follows him through the bowels of the venue to a back exit and onto their bus. Her daughter talking the whole time, with him answering her enthusiastically. “And this is where we sleep” He makes some room for her To sit down “ you can put her down, she can look around” “Are you sure? She gets into anything that isn't bolted down” she sits and and puts Her on the seat next to her “ OK bug I need you to behave for a bit while I talk to …Eddie” “Ok” She smiles as Edith shimmys of the seat “Is it … can I.. can I give her a hug?” She can tell how nervous he is and nods. Her eyes tear up as she watches father and daughter hug for the first time. They both start speaking at once. “You go first sweetheart, my story isn't that exciting” Steph nods and fidgets with the hem of her shirt. “ I want to stress it was never my intention to hide her or keep her from you. I didn't even know this was your band. I'm just the chaperone” As She spoke he moved to sit next to her and took her hands in his “ I had left a note in your pocket but I think it got lost or something. Because I felt like we had a true connection but then you didn't text or call me. I felt silly and thought it was just in my head.” “ No! I felt it too. Our biggest song I wrote about you. You can ask anyone that I wouldn't shut up about you for months.” He strokes her cheek softly and wipes away a tear with his thumb. “ I didn't know I was pregnant with her until November. Between that night and then I had only slept with you, so I knew it could only be yours. Because before that the only other guy I slept with died in the mall fire I told you about. I didn't have any other information than your name, that you worked at Starbucks and have a band. But I'm guessing you don't work at Starbucks anymore?” She feels herself relaxing as he laughs at that and leans into her “ Thank Fuck for that….” He slaps his hand in front of his mouth “Shit. FUCK… I mean damn it” she can't help it as she bursts out laughing. “It's okay, you'll get the hang of it … I.. you don't …” “ I WANT!” He clears his throat and rubs his neck “ I mean, yes I want to be part of her life, in any way” Steph can't help getting her hopes up as she turns in her seat to better look at him. They just sitting there looking at each other for a few moments “ Edy Can you come here bug?” She looks down at her daughter before picking her up. “Edith, bug would you be OK if Eddie would be a part of our lives?” The toddler looks between the two adults “Like ‘Bobin?” Steph shakes her head and quickly clarify when she sees his crestfallen face “ No bug not like auntie Bobin, as your dad. Robin is my platonic soulmate, she lives with us.”

After a few seconds the toddler nods and moves on his Eddie's lap and traces the tattoo on his throat. “He has pictures on his skin”. The knarred screaming face of a bat sits at the base of his throat, the tip of its wings reaching up towards the back of his jaw, gracing just before his earlobes. Swirling tentacles jutted out from the body of the bat. He carefully wraps his arms around his daughter and holds her tight. “Yes he does bug, he has lots on his arms and chest and legs but that one's new.” He moves his head so she can better trace it. “Yeah, just got four months ago. It isn't to scary for her?” “Oh no, her uncles are all obsessed with that dragons game and magic cards. She doesn't know any better”

They spend a while just talking when Eddie notices his daughter had fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder. “Thank you sweetheart, you don't know how grateful I am. Your well with in your rights to tell me to fuck off! Whatever you two need, I'll help” She takes a picture of father and daughter wrapped up in each other. “I owe my own house, I have a trust fund and family that helps out. Hawkins housing market collapsed and my parents signed it over to me when they found out I wasn't going to leave” He Tightens his grip on his daughter “ Hawkins?! You're from Hawkins … fuck me! Are you safe?” Steph holds her hand up “Slow down. It's safe, we are safe. She was born just after the earthquake hit” Steph pushes her hair away to show hearing aids “I got a concussion during Starcourt Mall, it caused some hearing loss and during the quake I got another one, it's why I went into early labour. We spent a while in the hospital, but we are both okay. She's perfectly healthy.”

His eyes went wide listening to her. He knew about her being involved in a mall fire, she still had some bruises and a healing burn. He had seen the scarring on her hip from a dog attack. “Fuck!” He lets out a breath “I need to rename the song to Queen with a Nailbat. Sweetheart you're metal as fuck. But I am going to have a word with whoever let you get hurt” “It's not the party's fault. One of their friends was labelled a satanic murder, the police wouldn't listen to them. The real killer kidnapped Max and hurt her, that's one of my kids, you know” His eyes nearly pop out of his head with how wide they go. “ Jezus H. Christ! I'm going to wrap you up in bubble wrap and not let you out of my sight!” He Watches her face as she swallows “ …. You mean that? I don't just have Edith, I am Max's legal guardian. Her mother died in the earthquake” You don't need to just say that, I won't keep her from you.” “Sweetheart, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. My best dreams are those in which we build a life together. I've written so many songs about you. You know I tried bribing the hotel personnel for your information, but they just said ‘privacy act. I named the song Princess With a Nailbat, hoping you would hear It and show up at a show. That uh .. is my favourite fantasy” He waggled his eyebrows as he said it. His heart melts at her laughing. “I did see a lot of girls holding up inflatable nailbats, who ever came up with them must be rich now.”

They both look up as there's a knock on the door before Chrissy steps in “Hey Eddie, you need to start to get ready. Steph, right? The party is waiting with the rest of the band in the greenroom. " “Thank you, Chrissy, realy. Can you believe it? I have a daughter, isn't she just precious?” He notices Steph tensing up again. “I'm sorry, Steph, you seem like a nice woman and all, but for all we know, you're trying to pass the kid off as Eddie's or a payday.” He glares at her and struggles to stand up without waking up Edith “What he'll Chris?...” Steph stands up and takes her daughter “ No It's fine, I don't mind her taking a paternity test. Have a good show, Eddie.” She smiles as she exits the bus. “ What The Actual Fuck Christine?! I just found her again and you're sending her away!” “Don't be naive, Eds. You spent a day with her four years ago and she suddenly appears with a kid. And yes her hair is a lot like yours. But” she holds her hand up to stop him interrupting The song has been out for nearly just as long and she just now shows up?! She most likely just wants money” He snorts and glares at her “She owns her own house, has a trust fund and a job. And the reason she didn't know about the song is because she's from Hawkins! She got a second bad concussion in the earthquake that not only pushed her into an early labour it also gave her major hearing loss. It also is the reason she's Max's legal guardian because her mother died! She doesn't want money! She even apologised multiple times for not knowing how to reach me and to keep me from Edith!” His chest is heaving at how upset he is, his anger subsides slightly at seeing her shocked face “And I don't care even if she wasn't, I'm not letting them go. I'll adopt her If I have to!” He pushes past her and angrily stomps off the greenroom.

He's in a sour mood when he reaches his band mates. His mood improves when he starts gushing about his daughter and her mother. He gets increasingly more nervous as their set time approaches. Just before they go on, he gets a notification on his phone. He pulls out a phone and unlocks it, and opens up the message. He smiles as he sees his baby, still a bit sleepy in her mothers arms. She has her headphones on it, and it looks like they are on the balcony. “Good luck, Daddy!”. He rewatches a few times and shows it to his friends. When They finally go on stage, he's still smiling like a loon. About halfway through the set, Eddie checks in with the crowd. “Four years ago, I was still a batista, and all of this was just a pipe dream. Then, at San Diego ComicCon, I saw the most beautiful girl cosplaying as Nega, at least I thought so. Turns out she had a baseball bat with nails hammered through it” This gets the crowd laughing and whooping “I was given the chance to meet her, and it turns out she was an absolute ba…. nice person. We spent the day together and she asked me to her hotel room” He grins as this gets hell yeahs, he shushes them “I was stupid and let my princess go. Yeah, I know, stupid, right?” “And we had to suffer through his moping, complaining and whining” Jeff snickers as dodges getting hit by Eddie “Anyway it made me write the soul reason we are all here tonight But I made a mistake” He has to hush the crowd at this, and it takes a full minute. “This gorgeous, resilient, and selfless princess has put her own safety on the line for her family. I am so grateful that she found her way back to me and has given me the best gift ever. She isn't a princess. She's a QUEEN! So sweetheat, I will spend the rest of my life trying to thank you” the crowd whoops and yells. He spots Max in the front, alternating between holding up six and five fingers he frowns “Six five six, what are you …. oh…OH. I will definitely try! The chafing will be worth it!” He starts playing Princess With a Nailbat.

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“Oh My God Mike! I can't believe you just punched a woman in a wheelchair in her face!” The boy in question sputters and looks thoroughly embarrassed by the whole ordeal as they try and make their way to the others. “I didn't punch her Dustin. I mean, I did, but I didn't mean to! And you know it!” Dustin is trying his best not to laugh at his friend “ Yeah, but you did punch her in the face!” “You saw it! It was absolutely an accident! I didn't see her and she didn't see me!” He's getting incredibly more agitated and embarrassed as people around them glare at him. “Hey Stepth! Mike punched a woman in a wheelchair with her face!” “What The fuck Mike!” She glares at him, unable to place her hands in her hips because she's holding Edith.The others in unisens call out language. Mike hufss and puffs. “ I didn't outright punch her! Dustin and I were talking with some other guy. I was gesturing with my arms and I don't know! I didn't see her and she didn't see me and it just happened!” “ He totally punched her” “Jezus H. Christ” Eddie had managed to go unseen by the crowd and wraps his arms around Steph from behind. “What did you do to rile your mother up now?” “Your son punched a wheelchair user. You deal with it, I need to pee”

[steddieas-shegoes]

always struggling

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'struggling'

rated t | 971 words | no cw | tags: steddie, post-break up, modern era, open ending but assume they get back together, pre-famous corroded coffin

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“How are we still short?” Jeff mumbled under his breath.

Eddie heard him, though, and his heart sank in his chest.

“We don’t have enough.” It wasn’t a question.

Jeff shook his head.

They both looked at Gareth and Frankie unloading the van. Usually, they all took care of their own equipment, but all of them had been too impatient to find out how much they made, so Jeff and Eddie rushed inside their house to count.

They needed $268 more to pay for their travel to the festival that could actually put them in front of the right people. That’s it. $268.

And they only made $197 from their show at the bar downtown.

“So we can’t go.”

Jeff shook his head. “Not unless you can come up with $71 by tomorrow morning.”

Eddie knows if he went to Wayne, he’d find a way. He’d break open a piggy bank or withdraw from his retirement savings. He’d ask for an advance on his paycheck. Whatever it took to help Eddie achieve his dreams.

But he’d done that enough.

Jeff’s parents already covered the cost of Jeff to go, and Frankie’s parents had refused to encourage his ‘rockstar behavior.’ Gareth’s mom didn’t have anything left over after paying for his twin sisters’ back to school supplies and clothes.

“You could call-“

“No.”

Jeff nodded solemnly. “Right.”

Eddie couldn’t call Steve. Steve had helped buy him a new guitar and fix his van before their inevitable crash and burn when Eddie decided to move to Chicago and Steve wasn’t ready. He hadn’t spoken to him in months. He couldn’t call him up and ask for money.

“Maybe I could take a shift at the diner tonight. If I take the big tables, it might be enough in tips,” Jeff offered. “We could busk?”

“You know we never make good money doing that. Nobody likes the noise.”

“Maybe we’ll just have to try again next year. We can keep playing the bars.”

“Yeah. Guess so.”

Neither of them noticed Frankie or Gareth standing behind them, listening in to the dilemma.

“We didn’t make enough?” Gareth asked somberly.

“Sorry, kid. Just a bit short,” Jeff said over his shoulder.

“This is bullshit!” He yelled.

“Gare-“ Eddie started to say, standing to try to comfort him.

“No! I’m sick of struggling so much. We’re good. We deserve to be there.” Gareth continued. “We’re going.”

“Dude, we can’t just print more money.”

Gareth turned to Eddie, fire in his eyes, hands clenched into fists.

“Suck up your damn pride and call Steve. He told you if you needed anything to call him. Call him.” He stormed to his room and slammed the door.

Eddie would do anything for his band, his friends. He knew missing this festival could be one of his biggest regrets.

“Eddie, it’s fine. Gareth-“

“Is right. I should call him.”

Eddie didn’t wait for them to try to convince him otherwise. He walked to his room and closed the door, trying to figure out how to have this conversation with a man he was definitely still in love with.

No way to prepare, really.

He pulled up Steve’s name in his contact list and pressed call before he could stop himself.

It rang three times before Steve answered.

“Eddie? Are you okay?”

God, he’d missed his voice.

“Hey Steve. Sorry if I’m interrupting anything-“

“No! It’s just family movie night, but they’re all arguing about what movie to pick anyway. How’s everything?” The sound of a door closing and silence in the background followed his question.

“Um. Well.” Just spit it out. “We have a really great opportunity at Iron and Metal Fest? It’s in Seattle, and we’ve been trying to save up to go, but we uh, we fell a little short and the deadline to let them know we can play is tomorrow morning.”

“Oh. How short?”

“$71.”

“I’ll Venmo you. Will that be okay?” Steve sounded like he’d switched the phone to speaker, probably to open the app on his phone.

Eddie didn’t deserve him, never did. A man who was willing to give up happiness so Eddie could chase his dreams, offering to help make them happen despite Eddie breaking his heart.

“Steve, I-“

“It’s okay, Eds. It’ll be worth it when you’re on a sold out tour someday, right?”

Eddie ignored the vibration of a notification as his eyes welled up with tears.

“I hope so.”

There was silence for too long.

“You still wanna be a rockstar, right?” Steve asked hesitantly.

“I do!” He really did. “I just didn’t think we’d have to struggle this much in a city made for bands like us.”

“It’ll be a great interview for Rolling Stone.”

“How do you have so much faith in us?”

“I have faith in you, Eds. Always have, always will. You’re gonna make it.”

“You’re too good to me.”

“Nah.” Someone knocked on the door and Steve whispered something to them before speaking to Eddie again. “Hey, I have to go. But I hope you wow everyone at that festival, okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Stevie.”

When he checked his notifications, Steve had sent him $500.

He cried for 20 minutes before he went and told the guys.

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The show was incredible and Eddie had never been more miserable.

The guys were on a high no drug could match, but Eddie was sinking further into a pit of despair.

“Never known you to look this sad after a show.”

Eddie’s head shot up to see Steve standing against a few extra speakers backstage.

“Steve? What’re you doing here?” Eddie walked closer, worried he was seeing things.

“Couldn’t miss your biggest show yet. Hope it’s okay.”

“Of course it is. I’m glad you came.”

“Yeah?”

Eddie smiled, feeling some of the heavy weight lift from his shoulders. “Yeah.”

[thisapplepielife]

Submitted for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Funko Corroded Coffin

Day #26 - Tour Date A diorama of a tour date for the Funko Pop versions of Corroded Coffin.

Info: We haven't had many "other" entries for CCF, so I decided to snap some pictures of my little custom Corroded Coffin display for fun, just to add something different to the event.

Road Manager Steve has his red milk crate to stand on, and is carrying a bag of cash. Gareth's drum set is a real Funko one, I just added the Corroded Coffin logo to it. (It's definitely Tuesday's-coded by including Di and the red milk crates.)

As for the figures themselves, Eddie is the only standard-issue Funko. Gareth, Goodie & Jeff were all custom ordered to be painted like themselves from S4. And I made Steve and Di myself by doing some head-swapping, lol.

And, yes, I felt like I was playing Barbies moving them all around to take pictures, haha.

[medusapelagia]

Serenade

written for @corrodedcoffinfest (Prompt 17: This one's for you) and @astrangersummer (Week 12: Forgotten) Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: none Words: 1000

(So... this entry for the Corroded Coffin Fest and the Steddie week got A LOT of attention and people asked me for a sequel So this can be read as a stand-alone or a sequel of Love at first sight.)

Steve can’t suffocate a whimper when the curtains of his room open unexpectedly and Robin turns toward him with a grin.

“Raise and shine, baby! We have another incredible shift at Target!”

“Fuck you, Robin. I’m sick, I can’t go to work.”

Robin lifts an eyebrow, and points at the glass of water and the Advil pills on Steve’s night table, “Not sick, babe, just in hangover, and given the fact you decided it was a good idea got wasted without me I think that spending your hangover with me dealing with customers is the right punishment.”

Muttering that he feels he’s been punished more than enough, Steve gulps down water and pills, grabs the wrinkled clothes he finds on his chair, and follows Robin into the kitchen, where a warm toast and a cup of coffee are already waiting for him.

“Still hate you, but you’re the best.”

“I know you do, dingus. Now, want to talk about last night?”

Steve tilts his head frowning in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Robin grabs her phone, opens WhatsApp, and plays an audio message in which a really drunk Steve stutters something about having found the man of his dreams.

“I’m going to marry him, Rob! Will you be my bestwoman?” Steve’s drunken voice says.

“So… who’s this mystery man?”

“Who? I have no idea who you are talking about.” Steve shrugs in confusion, “I was obviously drunk. I don’t remember a thing.”

Robin scrutinizes him for a long time before nodding to herself, “Ok, fine. But this is another reason why you’re not allowed to go out drinking without me!” She declares, pouring two glasses of orange juice for both of them.

“What about your date? Is Chrissy everything you were looking for?”

“She is not.” Steve sighs, ready to comfort her when Robin adds, “She’s way better! She is fun! And beautiful! And when she laughs she snorts so adorably… and we’re fucking late! Let’s go!” Robin says, grabbing Steve’s arm and pushing him out of the door while she keeps telling him about the amazing date she had the night before. 

When they get outside the crispy air makes Robin shiver, so she reaches into Steve’s jacket’s pocket to warm herself, but she retreats her hand with a gagging sound, “Didn’t your mom teach you to throw away used tissues?” she asks, making a disgusted face.

Steve frowns and puts his hand in his pocket, retrieving a crumpled napkin with some pen’s shaky signs. He opens the napkin to get a better look and finds a telephone number and a name: Eddie.

“Holy fucking shit! You did meet someone!” Robin grins, “Are you sure you don’t remember him?”

Shaking his head, red with embarrassment, Steve confirms he doesn’t remember anything.

“Ok. Only one thing to do.” Robin grabs Steve’s phone, “Call him.”

“What?! No! What if he’s a psycho? Or if I made a fool out of myself? It’s better to forget about it.”

“Ok.” Robin shrugs, turning her back to Steve who glares at her with suspicion, it's not like her to surrender so easily.

“What…? Robin! No!" He says trying to grab the phone, but she’s already dialing the number, “Robin what the fuck!”

“Hello?” A warm voice replies after a couple of rings.

“Oh… Hey… Eddie? I… I’m Steve.”

“Oh, Stevie.” Someone in the back makes a satiric comment while the man on the phone opens a door and moves somewhere quieter, “Are you feeling better? Did you drink a lot of water like I suggested?”

“I… yeah… I did… but…”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

That word triggers something in Steve's mind, a blurred memory of a group of men wearing leather jackets and talking loudly.

“I… Look… I know this sounds bad but I don’t remember what happened last night and I wanted to apologize if I made a fool out of myself.”

“Oh. Ok. Not what I was expecting, but it’s fine.” The voice sounds disappointed and it makes Steve’s heart ache.

“I’m so sorry…”

“It’s fine. Listen I have to go, the guys and I have a little concert and we’re in the middle of the soundcheck.”

“Oh. Yeah. You signed a big contract, right?”

“So you do remember something.” The man points out, amused, “You know what? Why don’t you come to see us? Tonight, at the HideOut, I promise not to let you drink until we talk.”

“At the HideOut? Tonight?” Robin grabs Steve's arm and points at herself, “Can I bring a friend with me?”

“Sure. See you there.”

When Eddie closes the call and goes back to the stage, Jeff is grinning, “So, is he still in love with you?”

“Don’t think so. He doesn’t remember me.”

“Oh, this sucks.” Gareth says, stopping the cymbals, “So what are you going to do?”

“The only thing anyone in his right mind would do: serenade him in front of a crowd!” Eddie chuckles while he grabs his guitar and adds a new song to their track listing and Freak winks at him.

“Bold choice.”

“I’m not going to chicken out. He said he loved me, right?”

When the doors open it isn't hard for Eddie to spot Steve, who is wearing a bright yellow sweater and stands out like a sore thumb in an ocean of dark jeans and black t-shirts.

They play the single they have just recorded and the crowd explodes, but Eddie’s eyes are pinned on Steve when he announces “Stevie, this one's for you.”

Eddie moves around the stage, getting back to back with Freak while playing, but he gets closer to the audience, searching for Steve's eyes when he sings, “And, want to treasure the rest of your days here, and, give you pleasure in so many ways dear.”

Once the concert ends, Eddie asks to bring Steve backstage and when he sees him, he winks, "I think we're doing things the other way around, but... would you like to go on a date with me?"

[strawberrysodaslut]

On the Road Again - Rockstar!Eddie Munson x GN!reader

tags/warnings: ~700 words // SFW, fluff, no use of Y/N, established relationship no descriptors for reader, sleep troubles, slight mentions of nausea and vomit as well as mentions of the standard toilet system in tour buses, in my writing world the bunks are big enough to fit you and eddie no matter what!

i wrote this for @corrodedcoffinfest’s writing event day 5 prompt as it has officially been the 5th of July for about 2 hours for me so.. yeah. I had fun writing this so i hope you enjoy!

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You’d grown used to the quirks of the tour bus. It wasn’t easy at first. Eddie warned you about the difficulties when you first agreed to come with him on his band’s tour. Living on the road has its challenges, and the bus is as cheap as they could get it. But you’d survived 14 hour road trips, and this time you’d have the love of your life and, most importantly, a bed. How hard could it be?

It was fine, mostly. Although not ideal in the long run, relying on gas station snacks worked for now. The toilet had an odd design where you couldn’t flush toilet paper or any solid waste. Gareth proved this when he forgot and caused a lingering stench on the bus for 3 hours, but you could manage. What you weren’t prepared for was the disastrous effect it would have on your sleep.

At first Eddie; ever the man-child, called dibs on a top bunk. He assured you it would work fine, and while the bed had enough space, the swaying was so bad you almost vomited 3 times in two hours. Jeff only offered to trade after Eddie had convinced the group that the smell of vomit would be even worse than the Gareth incident.

Despite the warm welcome of your stomach settling once you were in the bottom bunk, you still struggled to get to sleep. It seemed every time you would drift off, the bus would make a sharp swerve, drive over what seemed to be the largest rock possible and crash back down, or enter complete road rage over another vehicle and blare the horn.

The next morning when you stopped at a gas station, the first thing you went for was earplugs.

It’s hard to say if the road conditions have gotten better the further on the tour you got, or if your body has gotten immune to disruptions. But, over time, it got easier to get a proper night’s rest.

Still, you dealt with the occasional jolt.

In all honesty, you hadn’t even realised you had fallen asleep. One minute you’re resting your head on Eddie’s lap, his fingers lazily stroking across your head, and the next you have the adrenaline of a caveman being hunted, shooting up into a sitting position and looking around for the source of your distress.

Your panic settles when you feel his warm hands on you. “Hey, hey.” He whispers, gently running his hands up and down your arms. “That was a big one, eh? It’s okay, come back to me, sweetheart.”

You angle your head to look at him. Judging by the deep croakiness of his voice and the light redness of his eyes, he must’ve fallen asleep as well. The constant shows taking a toll on him. He wears a bashful smile as he looks at you through his eyelashes.

Stretching your back, you let out a groan and look out the window, seeing the busy streets of the town where Eddie’s next gig was.

“Are we here already?You ask, looking back to see the other band members staring out the windows like you.

Jeff stifles a laugh. “Already? You slept for four hours.” He says, gingerly pointing to the clock above his head.

He was right. It was almost 4 o’clock, four hours was being charitable.

“Huh,” you say, turning to your boyfriend, who was rubbing his eyes in earnest. He scrunches his nose as rolls his shoulders back slightly. He has less freckles now that he’s not in the sun as often, his under eyes darkened to the point of needing to buy concealer for shows. Yet you still think he’s the most beautiful man in the world.

When he notices you staring at him, Eddie flashes you a smile before wrapping his arms around your waist to turn your back to him and pull you closer. “Guess you’re getting better at this sleeping thing than you thought, huh?” He says, tucking your head under his chin.

You look around at your friends, the energy and excitement of the upcoming show beaming from them and filling the bus, feeling the warmth of Eddie and even the rumble of the old, cheap bus, and you feel at home.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

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eddie munson masterlist

comments + reblogs are always appreciated <3

[dreamwatch]

Kick 'em When They're Up

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest June warm-up round.

Prompt: Band on the run | Word Count: 997 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Established Relationship, the press being scumbags, angst, Eddie Munson needs a hug, and Steve is going to give it to him, they're in love your honour | AO3

*title from Dirty Laundry by Don Henley

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It’s taken eight years for it to come out; one world tour, three albums. One video that blew up on MTV. And that was the problem.

Because being a metal band, while they were famous, in metal magazines, in the scene, they weren’t famous. They weren’t Metallica. But it was cool. They were successful enough, they had everything they ever wanted.

But see, you have a successful single, and people who don’t know you, well, now they know you. And they want to know more about you, so they buy magazines. And some magazines, some shitty, low rent, nasty fucking rags, they really dig.

It’s been a long time since he’s seen his photograph alongside Chrissy Cunningham's.

They’d barely got off the stage in Quebec before Phil, their manager, was getting them into cars and back to the hotel. No one telling them a goddamn thing, just “We have a situation, we have to go.” They all piled into Phil’s hotel room, still sweaty, towels around their necks, before the bomb got dropped.

“Bullshit,” Eddie says, even though he can see it in Phil’s face. He scrambles to turn the television on. And it’s there, on the news, not just MTV either, it made CNN. 

He barely makes it to the bathroom before he throws up.

He has no idea how long he’s been sitting on the bathroom floor. People have been knocking but he ignores them. They probably need a piss. They’ll have to go to someone else’s room.

There’s another knock and he just wants to tell them to fuck off but they speak before he gets a chance.

“Eddie?” Jeff, talking to him so softly, which makes him feel worse. Because this isn’t just about Eddie, it affects them too. If this blows up— fuck, he doesn’t even want to think about it.

“Dude? Steve’s on the phone. I think you should come out and talk to him.”

And that’s the trigger, that’s the thing that gets him off the floor and unlocking the door. What he walks into isn’t a hotel room anymore, it’s a fucking war room. Phil is on another phone, the cable leading from the corridor outside the room. Their tour manager and publicist have their heads together at the desk. There are members of the road crew coming in and out of the room, dropping off food and drinks. When the door opens he can see security posted on the door.

Holy fuck. All because of him.

He takes the phone and turns to face the wall. “Steve?” His voice is rough from the adrenaline and stomach acid. He needs a drink.

“Hey,” says Steve in that oh-so-gentle voice, and God how he fucking needs him right now. “How are you holding up?”

“Been better,” he manages to force out. 

“Shit, sorry, stupid question.”

And Steve knows what he needs to hear before he can even form the words; Wayne is fine, Steve is fine, yes there are photographers and press outside his house, no there is no one outside of Wayne’s. 

“You’re all on flights out of Quebec this afternoon, okay?”

“To where?” They were supposed to be back in LA at the end of the week. But now… he has a hot stone in the pit of his stomach just thinking about it.

“Dublin via Toronto. You liked Ireland, right? And it’s quiet, it’ll be easy to hide there for a bit. Dustin has a friend-of-a-friend thing going on, but basically he’s got us a house in the middle of nowhere. We’ll be fine.”

“We?”

“I’m at LAX now. You’ll probably beat me there, you can hide out in the lounge and drink all their booze.” Eddie can hear the smile in his voice. He never stops marvelling at the way Steve just knows him, knows what he needs morning, noon and night. 

He clutches the phone, knuckles turning white. “I can’t do this without you.”

“You can. You won’t be alone, Phil is going to fly in with you, he’ll take care of everything. Just, tie your hair up and keep it under a cap. And take your rings off, okay? Keep your arms covered if you can.”

“Try not to look like Eddie Munson?”

There’s a pause at the end of the line before Steve lets out a soft sigh. “Yeah. Just for now though, right?”

“Right.” 

“I gotta go, my flight is boarding. I love you, okay?”

Eddie feels broken, the thought of hanging up like cutting his lifeline and he almost can’t bear to do it. “Okay. I love you too.”

“Always and forever?”

Eddie can hear the light teasing in Steve’s voice, and he smiles for the first time since Phil told him his life had been turned upside down again. Because that is what Steve does to him; blows away the tears and the clouds and the rain. Takes the open wounds of him and pulls them taught, stitching them together and making him whole again. 

“Always and forever,” he whispers back. 

He still feels sick, still has that putrid, adrenaline-filled rock in his gut just sitting there, but Steve’s voice reminds him of what they can’t take from him. They can take his band, his career, everything he worked for. But Steve will always be there for him. So many times in his life he’s questioned whether he is loved, like, truly loved. Even Wayne, who gave up so much for him, Eddie always worried that it came from a sense of obligation, even though deep down he knew better. But now, trapped in the middle of this maelstrom, the target of another witch hunt, he’s never been more sure of this: Steve Harrington loves him. And he loves him back in a way that should be scary but feels like oxygen, feels like life. And that’s what it comes down to, ultimately;  Steve is his life. 

And no shitty third rate magazine is ever taking that away from him.

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Thanks to the wonderful @devondespresso for beta-ing!