#eddie munson x rockstar oc

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LIFE ETERNAL

(Eddie Munson x Rockstar!POC!OC/Reader)

Though this is supposed to be set in the 2000s-ish, it can just be read as Modern!Eddie fic. Eddie and OC are both in their early/mid-twenties.

Series Rating: M (Mature), Adult Language and Suggestive Themes, Slow Burn, All characters are 18+

OC Description: AFAB, but androgynous/masc. The lead singer and a guitar player. Mentioned to Have Long, Wild Hair (Style Not Described). Pan/Bisexual. Stage Persona! is lively and sensual. Intended to be of African decent/mixed race. Given/Stage Name: Martyr Reider

Warnings: Mentions of Negative Personality/Mental Health Changes Post Breakup, Mentions of Self-Doubt, Mentions of Homophobia and Transphobia, There’s song lyrics… (?)

All writing is in second person unless clearly stated otherwise. No Use of Y/N

*Ongoing series*

World References

Meet the Band (Character Visuals) Album Concept Setlists & Albums

Chapters

Intro (01/19/24) Chapter 1 (Release Date: 01/26/24) Chapter 2 (Release Date: 02/02/24) Chapter 3 (Release Date: 02/09/24) Chapter 4 (Release Date: 02/16/24) Chapter 5 (Release Date: 02/23/24) Chapter 6 (Release Date: 11/13/2024) Chapter 7 (Release Date: TBD) Chapter 8 (Release Date: TBD) Chapter 9 (Release Date: TBD) Chapter 10 (Release Date: TBD) Chapter 11 (Release Date: TBD) Chapter 12 (Release Date: TBD) Chapter 13 (Release Date: TBD) Chapter 14 (Release Date: TBD) Chapter 15 (Release Date: TBD) Chapter 16 (Release Date: TBD) Chapter 17 (Release Date: TBD) Chapter 18 (Release Date: TBD) Chapter 19 (Release Date: TBD) Epilogue (Release Date: TBD)

Extras

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Chapter Six: California Girls

Life Eternal Series

Eddie Munson x Rockstar!POC

Word Count: 4.7K

All writing is in second POV, but No Use of Y/N.

“Hello California!!” Steve exclaims as soon as they’re out of the airport doors and on the street.

“Was that really necessary, dingus?” Robin raises a brow behind her sunglasses, her suitcase dragging behind her. Steve turns to face her, walking backwards.

“Yes. Yes, it was.” Steve smirks, peering over his own dark shades with a teasing gaze. The larger man in a black suit opens the backseat door for Steve and Robin. Just as Steve goes to lift his suitcase, the man puts a hand out.

“Leave your bags on the curb. I’ll put them in the back.” He then gestures for the two to get in the backseat before opening the passenger door, nodding cordially at Eddie. Steve and Robin share a surprised look, nodding with impressed frowns.

“Wow, I could get used to this.” Robin says with a grin and pushes passed Steve, climbing into the backseat. Steve rolls his eyes and climbs in after her. The driver moves to close the door behind them, grabbing their backs and heading to the trunk of the black SUV.

Eddie wordlessly moves to climb into the passenger seat. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit disappointed when the trio got to baggage claim, and you weren’t there. He knew it didn’t make such sense for you to be the one picking them up. This was official business after all but still. He was itching to see your face, give you a hug ‘hello’, and hold you tight.

Steve and Robin were having a conversation amongst themselves, deaf to Eddie���s ears as he stared out the window during the drive. You haven’t been able to talk since your last conversation a week ago. You’d been busy with the band, and you weren’t home. ‘I really need to get a job.’ Eddie thought to himself. Maybe that would keep him busy, occupy his mind while you weren’t there.

The car stopping and shifting into park brings Eddie out of his daze. “Wow…” Robin sighs out in awe. The driver gets out of the car and rounds the vehicle to open doors and start unpacking luggage. The three slide out of the SUV and stare up at the massive hotel.

“Wow.” Steve repeats once they’re lined up side by side on the curb. This had to be the fanciest hotel any of them had ever seen, in person at least. It was countless stories high and had a castle motif. No doubt those inside were probably actual royalty.

“I didn’t know we’d get it like this.” Robin follows. Just then, a hotel hostess walks up to them.

“Good Afternoon. Party of three for Mr. Munson, correct? Right this way.” She says with a polite smile, leading them inside.

Impossibly, the interior seemed even larger than the outside would lead one to believe. The floors were marble, the ceiling might as well be none existent with how high it was, and there were matching marble columns as wide as the trunk of an oak tree. “Jesus Christ.” Steve blurts out as soon as they get into the lobby. The hostess then turns to look at them over her shoulder as she walks.

“Welcome, we have your rooms already prepared. Please continue to follow me to the elevators, and I will show you where you’ll be staying.”

“Um, what about our bags?” Robin asks. The hostess smiles at Robin over her shoulder.

“No need to worry. They will be brought to your rooms.” The trio continue to follow the hostess all the way to their rooms. She gives each of them a key to their respective suites, Steve and Robin on one side of the hall and Eddie on the other. “Someone will be back to escort you to the rooftop for the event at 7:30 PM. Please don’t hesitate to call down to the front desk if you need anything.” She gives them another polite, customer service smile, before disappearing back to the elevators.

“See you guys at 7:30!” Steve says as he enters his room. Robin followed Steve’s lead by entering her own room, a faded ‘Holy Shit!’ could be heard as soon as she entered, the door closing behind her. Eddie chuckles and shakes his head at the two, being the last to enter his room.

As soon as he opens the door, he immediately echoes Robin’s shock. “Ho-ly shit.” He breathes out. His suitcase was already in his room at the base of the short steps down into the living room. Yes, the living room. The hotel ‘room’ was basically a luxury apartment. It had its own kitchen connected to the living room, only separated by a marble top bar. To the left was a small corridor that must be the bathroom and bedroom.

Eddie walks down the two steps, grabs the handle of his suitcase, and heads left. He slowly opens the door to the bedroom as if afraid to reveal a surprise. Peering his head through the door, he’s welcomed with a bedroom damn near the size of his entire trailer. On the far wall, there were ceiling to floor windows with long, burgundy curtains opened and resting on the sides where the glass met the walls. In the middle of the room was a large king bed with posts that almost hit the ceiling. There was a couch near the windows and a huge walk-in closet and bathroom to the left.

Eddie lets go of his tattered suitcase and drops his backpack on the ground, running to the bed and diving into it. The linen was incredibly soft and pristine, and the entire bed smelled like fresh laundry. Eddie sighs into the mattress, fighting the sleep that washed over him. He turns his head to look at the clock on the bedside table. 5:14 PM. He had a little over two hours until they had to be at the release party. He could take a nap. He sighs again, closing his eyes.

This bed was just so damn comfortable. He wouldn’t even know what to guess when it came to the price of just two nights here. Hundreds? Thousands? Hundreds of thousands? He’s just glad he doesn’t get to see the bill. Regardless, he would probably faint at the sight of that many numbers on a receipt.

The overall experience reminds him of his New York visit. The first time seeing your home, feeling the blankets of your guest bed. Does your bed feel as soft as the guest bed? Softer? What did your room look like? Did you have posters on your walls like he did or did you have a more ‘mature’ decorative theme? What would you think of his room? Everything of his is old, half of it outdating Eddie himself. Would you be grossed out by the amount of dirty laundry on his floors seemingly at all times? Would it change your opinion of him? What do you think about him? Do you think of him?

Great. Eddie sighs heavily, exasperated. Now, he can’t sleep. His mind is running rampant with thoughts of you. He turns his head to shove his face into the duvet, letting out a muffled groan. After a few seconds, he decides he should probably come up for air. He pushes himself up and off the bed, heading over to the bathroom.

Eddie leans over the bathroom counter, resting his hands on the cool marble top. He stares at himself in the mirror, analyzing.

It's almost strange looking so closely at himself in the mirror. It's rare for him to just sit and stare. The more he stares, the further into his head he gets. Could you ever feel about him the way he feels about you? He's just him, and you're you. You're amazing, talented, beautiful, all the things he wishes he could be. Everywhere he ever dreamed of being, you've accomplished. The records, the game, the stardom, the escape, you got out. Would you even want to backtrack for him off all things?

Eddie wonders, did you feel sorry for him? Is that why you were doing all of this? Did he remind you of you? Was this… pity? That had to be it. You saw too much of your past self in him and just couldn't help but intervene.

He wasn't complaining, by any means, but that would make the most sense. You were just being nice, and he was mistaking it for something else.

Eddie could see his reflection’s brows furrow and his jaw tighten. Of course, he was getting too far into his head. He can't know what you're thinking. He needed to stop beating himself up and just let things flow as they go.

He turns on the faucet and splashes his face. “Relax, Munson. Get out of there.” He says to himself as a small peptalk. He closes his eyes and lets out a big sigh. “Okay, okay.” He starts bouncing up and down, shaking his arms out beside him and stretching his neck by tilting his head side to side. He opens his eyes to look at himself once more in the mirror. “You,” he points at his reflection, “Don't fuck anything up.”

Before Eddie knows it, 7:30 rolls around. Though he spent the last two hours getting ready and mentally psyching himself up, as soon as he hears a knock at his door, the effects of every pep talk he repeated over the last 135 minutes evaporated and the blood drained from his body. Eddie freezes, staring at the door from across the living area. “7:30, Munson!” Steve's voice could be heard from the otherside of the door. “Let's go!” Eddie takes a few seconds to scramble around for nothing. He'd already ensured he had everything he needed 30 minutes ago. He rushes towards the door but stops to look at himself over again in the full body mirror next to the entryway.

He messes with his hair again, meticulous moving around the hairs of his bangs, unable to get them just right. “You better not be sleeping, numbnuts!” Robin yells.

“Coming!” He shouts back, smoothing down the fabric of his black blazer and fixing the already perfect collar of his matching black dress shirt. He fiddles with the top buttons, ultimately deciding to leave the top few unfastened. Before he can do anything else, he sighs, stopping himself and turns to the door. He takes one step forward before pausing, turning back to the mirror and pointing at his poor reflection just as he did in the bathroom earlier. “No. Fuckups.” He glares before his eyes look up and spot a flyaway hair. He goes to reach up and fix it but another, more stern knock wraps against the door.

“Eddie!” Steve shouts again. Eddie rushes to yank the door open.

“I'm here, Jesus!” He rolls his eyes as he pushes passed the two, pulling the door closed behind him. A different hotel employee stood a few steps away from the trio. His hands are clasped in front of him as he waits with an amused grin.

“Good Evening. If you will follow me…” The uniformed man gestures with an open palm towards the direction of the elevators before leaning into his gesture and leading the three to the same elevators they arrived in.

As they step into the elevators, Steve breaks the silence. “You two clean up pretty damn well, I must say. Why haven't I seen this side of you before?” Eddie and Robin throw glares simultaneously, but Steve ignores it. Robin smooths down her tailored suit jacket with her chin up high.

“Why would I waste my good clothes on you?” Robin shoots back, undoing the front button of her almost black suit jacket to reveal a matching button down vest, the deep V of her vest exposing the pale freckled skin of her sternum. Her suit pants were tailored slightly shorter to stop near her ankles, exposing the bright red boots that add a pop of color to her otherwise monochromatic outfit.

Eddie glances over at Steve, “I’m more so surprised to see you own this much black.” Eddie shoots back, eyeing Steve's attire. His light weight, button down shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show off his hairy chest. Eddie reaches out and picks at the shoulder seam of Steve’s jacket. “Leather? Who are you?” Eddie teases with a raised brow. Steve rolls his eyes and jerks his shoulders forward to adjust his jacket before smoothing his hands down his gray and black pinstripe trousers.

“This is a famous rock band’s album release party. I have to fit the part, don't I?” He rebuttals, running his hand gently through his styled hair.

“I never thought I’d see the day The Steve Harrington wore anything outside of his usual jean and crewneck slash polo combo.” Robin teases with a wide smile. Eddie huffs out a small chuckle through his nose as he fails to contain his amused smile. Steve rolls his eyes again, head rolling around to turn his body away from the two to face the elevator doors just as it beeps. He pulls out his old faithful pair of sunglasses from his shirt, placing them on his face.

“Whatever.” He grumbles as the doors open to reveal their rooftop destination. As soon as the trio exit the elevator, they’re met with loads of wealthy looking artist types, the party seemingly in full swing. Eddie let out a small sigh of relief to know that the three of them weren’t the first three dorks to arrive, but he also couldn’t help the anxious feeling building in his chest.

Eddie was always a designated loser in school. He only started to get invited to parties when he started dealing in his Junior year. Even then, he mostly hung out outside, away from the crowds. One, to keep a low profile, and two, to avoid the hoards of teens.

Now, he was invited as a proper guest to do neither of those things. He wasn't just any guest either. He was a VIP, an honored guest. He was one of the celebrated, at least that's what was said on the card he got in the mail with the tickets and event info.

Steve let out a low whistle, lifting a hand to tilt his sunglasses down his nose, eyeing the party and its female guests. “Down, Dingus.” Robin pipes up, reaching forward to slap a hand down on Steve's shoulder.

“Who knew Eddie would be the one to get us here?” Steve said, smirking and waving at the model types glancing over at him from the bar. Eddie scoffs, the anxiety calming for a split second as his friend ground him.

“Thanks, dickhead.” Eddie purses his lips and rolls his eyes.

“I don't see your girl here, yet, so I say let's grab some drinks while Dingus reserves us a table.” Robin states while shoving Steve towards the small round, bar height tables, the opposite direction from the actual bar.

“Hey!” Steve shoots, offended by the push.

“I think I deserve a fair chance before you embarrass us all.” Robin raises her brows with a teasing expression. Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes, putting his hands on his hips and shifting his weight to one side.

“Please. Coming from the person who thinks eye contact is flirting.” His expression is pure sass. Robin turns her back on him and starts walking away.

“Better than shitty pickup lines.” She waves him off. Eddie gives Steve a pursed lipped smile and lifts his brows, shrugging before catching up with Robin. Steve sighs, turning to properly walk to an empty table to keep warm for the trio.

Eddie lets Robin order the three of them drinks while he scopes out the event. As expected, the rooftop party was both gorgeous and obviously expensive. The view alone was to die for, but the subtle gold and black decorations, the complimentary drinks and food, the well-dressed and pretty faces all oozed Hollywood. It was a far cry from the small town house parties. The party was not nearly as loud or as unhinged. Everyone seemed a bit more reserved, mature. That was to go without saying as Eddie, Robin, and Steve were amongst the youngest attendees.

Taking in the decorations and the party’s guests were only a byproduct of Eddie’s search for a familiar face. Obviously, you were going to attend your own album release party, but Eddie was internally starting to panic. He couldn’t find you anywhere. Matter-of-fact, he couldn’t spot any of the band members. “I’m sure they are going to make some sort of grand entrance.” Robin interrupts his silent thoughts, looking at him through the corner of her eyes with a raised brow and a slanted grin. Eddie sighs, rolling his head dramatically while turning his body to lean his elbows on the bar. Robin gets him a little too well at times. He still has yet to decide if he likes it or not. “It’s crazy how much she has a chokehold on you.” Robin chuckles out, turning her body to assume Eddie’s previous position, leaning her weight backwards on her forearms. Eddie just sighs a bit louder, letting his head drop hair falling around his face. Robin lets out another small chuckle. “It’s honestly kind of weird to see you like this. I didn’t think Eddie Munson was the type to ‘crush’.” Eddie lifts his head and looks over at Robin, slightly offended.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She shrugs. 

“Well, since I’ve known you, you’ve never given off the… vibe of, you know,... ‘a romantic’.” He scoffs.

“I wouldn’t really call myself ‘a romantic’. I think I have too much awkwardness to sweep anyone off their feet.” Robin shrugs again.

“There’s different types of romance, bird brain.” She turns a little to face Eddie, still leaning on one elbow. “You’re no Steve.” Both her and Eddie look over at Steve’s location across the venue. He was leaned up against the table, obviously talking up some random girl. “But honestly, for your girl, they don’t seem like the type to be ‘wooed’ by a Steve.” She laughs again, but Eddie only grimaces.

“I mean he makes us cringe, but he does have the kind of unwavering confidence that we lack.”

“Hey, don’t sell us short, now. There are plenty of hot girls who are into the whole ‘shy charm’ thing.”

“Okay, but,” he leans up to mimic Robin’s posture, facing her, “how do I even know she’s, like, into me. Like, sure, she’s my type. Hell, she’s the one who made me even realize I have a type.” He looks up at the orange sky, letting out another exasperated sigh. “She’s literally perfect, man. I’m letting myself fall way too hard when I don’t even know the first thing about,” He flails his hands around, gesturing at nothing, “this.”

“To be honest, dude, I wouldn't call myself the best person to be giving any type of advice on confessing to crushes,” she pulls a face, “but I will say, a blind man can see you’ve got something between you two. It’s kind of painfully obvious.”  Eddie looks over at Robin and raises his brows, his eyes widening.

“You sure?” Robin lets out a little huff, her face flattening as she lifts a brow.

“Yeah, doofus. I’m not an idiot.” Eddie lets it sink before leaning in a little towards Robin, lowering his voice.

“Okay, but,” Robin rolls her eyes, “Hey, hear me out.” Eddie gives her a serious look.

“Okay, okay, what?” She caves. Eddie fixes his jaw, not really sure how to ask what he wants to ask.

“So, you know, you’re, like, a girl-”

“Last time I checked.” She interrupts. Eddie gives her another look. She raises a hand in surrender. “Sorry, sorry.”

“As I was saying, you’re a girl who's, like, you know, into girls...” Robin squints, fighting the urge to interject with something sarcastic.

“Mhmm…”

“And, well, she’s also into girls.” Robin’s brows shoot up.

“Really?!” Eddie is quick to shush her. “Sorry.” She quiets down, “Really?!” she whisper yells. “Well, shit, maybe… fucking hell.” Robin sighs heavily. Pursing her lips to one side as her brain racks. Eddie winces.

“Does… Does that change things?” Robin looks up at her friend’s face. Her heart aches for him. His eyes wide and nervous, the one look deaging him to a boy. She looks away from him.

“Well, kind of?” She says, also a bit nervous, not knowing how to really navigate the situation. Eddie’s jaw tightens, his shoulders hike up, the actual visual representation of bundled up nerves. His eyes close as his hand comes up to smack his forehead. Robin puts up her hands as if trying to damage control. “Okay, but wait. Is she, like, exclusively, you know, girls only or is it more half-half?” Eddie drops his hand and shrugs.

“I- I don’t know. How do I even ask a question like that without being too, you know,... revealing?” Robin sighs.

“I mean you could just ask.” She winces.

“You can just ask that? I- I don’t want to be, well, is that not, like, offensive?” His inner turmoil is quite evident in his physicality. Robin shrugs.

“I mean, times have changed. It’s obviously not, like, widely accepted, but in my opinion, if she was comfortable enough to tell you that, I think she may be comfortable enough to let you know if she’s, like,... exclusive or not.” Robin herself was obviously not trying to hide her own preferences while out and about, but she still had trouble when it came to talking about sexuality. She sighs and turns to face the bar again, “I think it will be a lot worse for you to go on like this without knowing for sure if you have a chance, trust me.” She looks down, speaking from experience. Eddie nods subtly. Just then, the bartender brings them their finished drinks. Robin mutters out a small thanks before standing up straight and turning to face Eddie with a drink in each hand. “Let's get to the table. Maybe we should fill in The All Knowing Hair.” Robin says tipping her head to the side to gesture for Eddie to grab the last drink before walking off in the direction of Steve.

Eddie stands at the bar for longer, staring down at the drink glass, so deep in thought the ringing of a microphone turning on doesn’t reach his ears. “Ladies and gentleman!” A voice announces. Eddie’s head lifts as he lazily turns his head in search of the source of the voice, finding a guy across the rooftop with a curtain behind him. “It is my honor to present the stars of the night, or, more accurately put, rockstars of the night.” Eddie grimaces at the guy, but he still managed to get a few laughs at the poor joke. “I present to you all, Cydonia!” He steps aside in perfect time for the band members to emerge from the curtain. Applause erupts from every party guest, Eddie’s hands moving by their own fruition as his brain is in a completely different place and time.

Adam walks his way up to the microphone stand as the applause dies down. “Good Evening, Everyone! How’s everyone doing?” Another eruption of cheers comes in response before Adam continues with his introductory speech.

To Eddie, the world quieted and time slowed. It was as if everyone disappeared and there was a spotlight on you in an empty void. You were dressed head to toe in black leather. The seams on your leather pants, gloves, and jacket all coordinated to create an almost armor-like illusion. Each member was dressed in a similar fashion, with only slight differences in fits and seamlines. Your hair was braided away from your face with various silver metal pieces interwoven. Everyone had silver details to keep the theme consistent. The band looked like one big, futuristic, badass biker gang (who were also probably mercenaries). It must have something to do with the concept of the album, Eddie thought. “With that being said, enjoy your night!” Adam’s conclusion brings Eddie out of his head as he claps along with the rest of the party guests.

Once the band steps off the stage, they are bombarded with different groups of people wanting to converse with them. Eddie can see you trying to make your way to him, but you continuously get stopped by different guests who want to say something. Though he can’t hear what you say, he can tell you must be cutting each interaction short as you give each person a fake smile and head nod before walking off to the next interruption. Between each guest you make eye contact with Eddie, making it obvious you’re coming to him specifically, not just the bar.

The longer your eventual meeting gets dragged out, though, the worse Eddie feels. He finds himself running through every possible scenario of what could happen, thinking about what Robin told him to ask. As you get closer and closer, he can feel his heart rate increasing. When you’re just a few feet away, he feels like he’s going to faint as he tries to keep himself from panting.

Just as you’re reaching him, a girl with bright red hair styled to look perfectly messy steps between you and Eddie, stopping you right in your tracks. She obviously catches you off guard a bit as she gets right in your face, causing you to finch back a little. “Hey, there, hot stuff.” She says in a sultry tone, her red stained lips curling into a smirk as she runs a finger down your front.

“Uh, hi.” You offer a small smile with a curious brow. For the split second your attention is taken off Eddie, he quickly disappears, nearly running over to Steven and Robin.

“Jesus christ, I’m gonna pass out.” He blurts out as soon as he reaches the little table. Steve is still too wrapped up in the girl he’s talking to, but Robin looks over to Eddie a bit confused and concerned, placing a hand on his shoulder as he heaves.

The girl in front of you keeps talking your ear off. You pay no mind, grabbing her by her upper arms and gently moving her to the side so you can try to sneak passed her, but as soon as you successfully maneuver her, you realize Eddie is gone. You are taken aback, immediately questioning your sanity. He was just right there.

The entire inner conflict you had does little to interrupt the girl and her advances. She immediately reaches up to place a finger on your cheek to manually turn your head, forcefully bringing your attention back to her. She continues to talk nonsense and flirt, and all you can do is nod and offer a polite grin as your eyes wander to try and find him again. “So how about a drink?”

“Um, yeah. Sure, whatever.” You say as you look around. You both lean against the bar, and she starts ordering. Your head remains on a swivel, but you can’t find Eddie anywhere.

Eddie was hunched over the table, forehead against the table top with his arms surrounding his head. Robin rubs his back to try and help whatever he’s going through. “Dude, what just happened?” Eddie mumbles something she can’t quite hear. “What?” She leans in further.

“I chickened out!” He says, lifting his head but still shrunken in on himself.

“Oh my god.” Robin says annoyed, rolling her eyes. “You fucking shithead! I thought you were going to say she was…!” she lowers her tone, catching herself, “exclusive.” She leans next to Eddie. She glances over to the bar to see you drinking with a redhead girl and sighs. He groans and plops his head back on the table.

“What the shit, man.” He groans. “Why am I such a coward?” Robin shakes her head, rolling her eyes again.

“All you gotta do is ask, dude. I told you, the longer you wait-”

“The harder the rejection will hit. Yeah, yeah, I know.” He finishes, lifting his head. Robing smacks the back of his head.

“There hasn't been any rejection yet. You still don’t know, numbnuts.” She glares at him, obviously annoyed with his antics, acting like she wouldn’t be doing the same thing in his position. “Stop moping like it’s already happened. You’re just going to make shit worse for both of you.” Eddie sighs, pouting.

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Backstage

wordcount: 682

(Eddie x Rockstar!reader) 18+

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“How’d I do baby?” Your voice comes out raspier than normal as you scratch your nails down Eddie’s chest. You sang your heart out tonight, seeing him in the crowd made you put on the best show of your tour so far. Eddie’s hips snap up into yours roughly as he grips the side of the couch, keeping his other hand twisted into your hair. “S-so fucking good, couldn’t keep my eyes off of you sweetheart, looked like some sorta metal goddess.” You giggle looking down at your nerd of a boyfriend—

grinding your hips down against him faster and faster. “Fuck- please, pussy feels so sweet.” He mumbles out, sitting up slightly to kiss over your tits, gently flicking his tongue over one of your nipples causing it to harden even more. “Wanna make you scream baby, leave everyone jealous. Could bring anyone back here but you’re the only one who gets to be.”

Eddie nods, looking like he’s gone completely dumb as his eyes roll back into his head. His cock is repeatedly nudging up against that spot that’s deep inside you- it feels like heaven on earth. Eddie couldn’t lie, he loves watching you preform, but the show you put on for him backstage is always far better. You bounce up and down a few more times slowly, leaning down and squeezing his face in your hand.

“Look at me Eds.” His eyes roll around behind their lids, his pretty eyelashes fluttering slightly before he’s staring up at you. He’s so beautiful. “Want you to cum for me, can you do that? Show me how good I did tonight yeah?” He nods again, this time it’s so fast he looks like one of those bobble head toys. You slowly pull yourself up and off his lap before you’re sinking down to your knees in front of him, sweat rolling down your face slowly. You’re sure you looked wild with your white and black makeup ruined, but Eddie didn’t mind at all, he found it sexy as fuck.

You lick your lips slowly, smiling up at him before gently kissing the head of his cock. “Gonna make you sing for me instead, baby.” You whisper before you take him all the way down your throat. You don’t stop until you’re at the very bottom. The coarse hairs around his cock are tickling your nose, and the taste of your own pussy mixed with the saltiness of his skin has you wanting to hump the floor below you.

Eddie bucks his hips against your mouth a few times causing you to gag around him. His back arches as he holds onto the arm of the couch like he was going to float away if he didn’t. “F-fuck… baby, gonna cum, please- s’too much.” He whimpers out, his hand finding its way to your head, holding you down as your throat constricts around his girth.

You run your fingers up the inside of his thighs, taunting him before slapping his thigh. The pleasure mixed with the pain is all it takes for Eddie to start spilling into your mouth. He’s so loud, you’re sure everyone outside of the room can hear him, and that excites you, you wanted everyone to know that only you could wreck Eddie like this. His hand loosens from your hair and you slowly pull of of his dick, stroking it a few times in your hand while Eddie hisses from the overstimulation.

A banging on the door breaks you out of your trance, you tear your eyes away from Eddie. “While it’s nice that you two love each other not all of us wanna hear just how much you do! Hurry and get dressed guys there’s fans that wanna meet you.” Robin, your manager yells from the other side of the door. Eddie smiles down at you lazily as you both break out into a fit of laughter. “C’mon rockstar, can’t keep them waiting.” He whispers, grabbing your arms before pulling you up into a kiss that was far too sweet for what you’d just been doing.

[fangirlandtheories]

Do you remember when we used to sing?

Eddie is away on tour while Steve is taking care of their daughter a few hours away. Too bad she can't fall asleep without her special bedtime song...

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Steve’s brows pinched together as the cries grew in pitch and volume, almost drowning out the familiar click of ‘Hey it’s Eddie, call me back or don’t, I’m not your mother.’ from the speaker of his phone. 

He had shifted from frustrated to desperate as he glanced over at their daughter, red faced and snot nosed. Bedtime was a solid hour past due and didn’t seem to be looming any closer. 

“It’s okay, sweets, we’ll call him again.” Steve soothed as he ran a hand down the toddler’s back. 

“Daddy!!!” She screamed again, choking with the effort of her sobs, as she squeezed her eyes shut. It had been love at first sight for Eddie and Steve when they had met Rayne’s mother. She was young, just turning 20 in the fall, with curly blonde hair and big brown eyes. She was looking for someone who wanted a baby that couldn’t naturally have their own and the agent connected the dots for them. After several months, little Rayne was theirs.

“I know,” Steve muttered as he pulled up Eddie’s contact again. Eddie had taken a break from touring after the adoption of their daughter but had recently started back up. It started off pretty well, the excitement of getting to have a Dad weekend with Steve pulling her through, but now the newness was gone and all little Rayne Munson-Harrington wanted was Eddie. 

Eddie usually found weekend gigs but had found a week long slot in a club in St. Louis that promised great publicity and even better payment, so Corroded Coffin hit the road and Steve held down the fort with some help from Robin and Wayne. They were obligated to babysit, she was named after both of them afterall, and he was grateful because work had been taxing enough without adding a feisty 4 year old to the mix. 

A flu bug was sweeping it’s way through Hawkin’s Elementary and it spared no casualties in Steve’s kindergarten classroom. He spent the day trying to keep the class from putting things in their mouths and making sure everyone washed their hands, sending a child or two home after seeing the greenish pale tints of nausea pass over their faces. He knew that he’d have to deal with kids puke at some point, especially as a parent, but he’d like to avoid it at all costs. 

“Pick up your phone you ass.” He hissed through clenched teeth, rocking the inconsolable girl in his arms as he dialed again.

***

Eddie first felt the familiar jolt of vibration in his back pocket  just after the first chorus. The second time was just a few verses later. He smiled into the microphone as he continued to sing, ignoring his phone. The third time was in the bridge of the song, a particularly terrible time to take a call as Eddie’s hands were preoccupied with his guitar. The fourth time happened in the final notes of the song. The fifth during the applause. Eddie frowned as he pulled the device from his pocket, ignoring a glare from Jeff.

“Hey guys, you won’t believe this but my husband is facetiming me right now. This is like the fifth time he’s called so I’m going to answer, everybody be quiet and let’s see how long it takes him to remember that we had a later show tonight.” Eddie laughed as the audience silenced quickly. Steve’s irritated yet grateful face popped up on the screen seconds later.

“Hey love…” He crooned with a cheeky smirk.

“Your daughter is very upset with you.” Steve ignored the affectionate nickname. 

“Why is she my daughter whenever she’s mad?” Eddie rolled his eyes. “Is she alright?”

“She’s been screaming since 8:30 Eds.” Steve ran a hand through his hair and blew out an exasperated sigh. “She’s refusing to sleep until you do it, that’s why I’ve been calling.”

“Steve I’m um…” Eddie glanced nervously at the audience in front of him. “Kind of in the middle of something.”

“Yeah I wanted to be relaxing right now too but our kid needs her dad and since he’s five hours away the very least he could do is sing her the damn song so that we all can get some rest.” Steve squinted at him. “You’re being weirder than usual. Are the guys there with you?”

“Yeah the guys are definitely with me.” Eddie ignored Gareth’s snicker. “Can I call you-”

“Edward, so help me God, sing the song so that she can go to sleep.” Steve interrupted. “Look at her.” Steve turned the camera to the distraught little girl and Eddie’s heart clenched.

“Hi angel, I hear you’re a little sad.” He frowned in solidarity with her as her lip stuck out. “No, don't cry, it’s okay Ray Ray.” She howled louder, tears popping from her wet lashes. He winced as he lip quivered, his resolve wearing down to nothing. He glanced over at Gareth, leaning over to whisper to him before looking back to his phone.

“Alright fine, let’s sing it, yeah?” Eddie placated. “You’re breaking my heart Bambi.” The wide eyes and long lashes practically gifted the nickname to her. He glanced back at Gareth who gave him a thumbs up before looking at the audience. “Daddy’s band is going to help him sing it, is that okay?” Rayne whimpered as she nodded, snuggled into Steve’s arms as he held the phone in front of her.

“Wait, are you on stage right now?” Steve leaned forward. “Shit, I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean to interrupt the performance.”

“You couldn’t interrupt if you tried.” Eddie smiled. “Isn’t that right?” Steve could hear cheers from the audience. “We love our rock and roll family here and we honor our traditions, most of all the bedtime song. Ready boys? Sing along if you know it, our most honored guest is in the audience tonight and would love to hear you guys.”

With that, Jeff  played the opening notes on the guitar while Gareth tapped out the beat with the rarely used tambourine. The bass thumped along to Eddie’s singing, and though it admittedly wasn’t their usual style, the band loved Rayne like she was their niece and they would play anything to make her happy.

“-In the misty morning fog with our hearts a-thumping” Eddie held the microphone in one hand and the phone in the other, beaming at the smile on Steve’s face. “And you, my brown eyed girl.” Rayne giggled and clapped, tears still on her cheeks but sadness having finally passed. 

***

Hours and miles away, Steve smiled as he shut the door to his daughter's bedroom, the nightlight softly glowing, as he hummed the song to himself. Tomorrow there would be a series of tweets about Eddie going soft and videos flying all around the internet, but for now, and for the first time that evening, the Munson-Harrington home was quiet.

[shortnspidey]

BROKEN RECORD

Eddie Munson x OC!Reader || stranger things || seasons two - four

SUMMARY: Lyra Hargrove had to grow up quickly, constantly adjusting to unwanted changes. The hardest was moving to Hawkins, Indiana after her father remarried to keep up a facade of a happy family. Weeks into their new life, Lyra notices Max acting secretive and avoiding everyone. She soon discovers that Hawkins is linked to the Upside Down, a dangerous, demonic version of their town. Joining the monster hunting club brings more secrets, lies, and potential heartbreak.

WARNINGS: friends to lovers, second chance romance, cursing, angst, stranger things violence, some talks of blood and gore

A/N: I do not own any of the stranger things characters only Lyra and her storyline as well as any other OC's that I create. Please do not copy or translate my work; paraphrasing is still copying! As always, thank you for all the support in my writing, I appreciate every single one of you! 🥰

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[stranger-fanfiction-n-things]

one in a million

rockstar!eddie x famous!reader

I’d like to dedicate this song to my woman, Zeppelin Rose. I’m sorry baby. 

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Older!eddie munson x popstar!reader

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moodboard 2 3 4 5

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the fic

First Impressions

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The Almost Breakup

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social media edits

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[kikis-writing-world]

Espresso

Or: She needed to come back down to earth

Chrissy Cunningham has tickets to see her favorite pop star perform. It's a concert she'll never, ever forget.

Past Eddie/Chrissy, current female Pop Star!Reader/Rockstar!Eddie

*In the 3rd person, can also be read as an OC

Word Count: 3k

Rating/Warnings: Reader is female presenting and performed Espresso originally by Sabrina Carpenter, and I describe her as moving and posing, but possibly with the aid of dansers? - blank slate otherwise. No Upside Down. Could be read either canon!AU (mid 90s or so as they're adults now) or modern!AU. If I missed anything AU wise or blankslate!reader wise, please let me know kindly <3 I'm only human.

This work is rated PG but this blog is always 18+

A/N: The song got me, what can I say? Somewhere in my head Espresso mixed with Sk8er Boy by Avril Lavigne and here's what you get. A little fic to whet your appetite. Not edited, not betaed, written in about 1.5 hours while also at work- but I hope you enjoy it anyway <3

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“Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso-

Chrissy giggled as she sang along to the track floating from the state of the art boombox on her dresser. Her best friends, Cindy and Linda, danced around the bedroom with her, feeling like teens again as they got ready for the concert that evening.

“I can’t get enough of this song,” Linda gushed as she leaned close to the mirror above Chrissy’s vanity. She stopped singing along with the other girls long enough to apply her shiny lip gloss to perfection.

“She’s the best.” Chrissy agreed, turning the volume up even farther, hitting the threshold as the boombox reached max volume.

“Can I borrow this?” Cindy asked, picking up one of Chrissy’s eyeshadow palettes.

“Of course,” Chrissy agreed without thought, only to pause. “Wait- as long as you use that pink,” Chrissy amended, pointing to the neon hue. “Because it’s perfect with your outfit.”

The girls all laughed as they agreed on it being the perfect shade.

“How did you even get these tickets, it’s been sold out for months?” Linda asked, turning away from the mirror, bopping in place to the music.

“Daddy has a client whose son’s fiance got mono on her bachelorette vacation, so they canceled the wedding. They sold her tickets to afford the cancellation fees.” Chrissy explained as she compared two necklaces against her outfit. The girls cringed in sympathy, but the mood was quickly uplifted as they all tuned back into the music, forgetting the unknown couple’s problems. The tornado of excitement and glitter moved through the room until suddenly the girls all stopped what they were doing to sing along in tandem.

“I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer Oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger

The three faced each other as they sang, sharing the moment as they each performed their hearts out as if they were the one performing on stage tonight. The three danced, twirling their hips and waving their arms the way they did as teens, trying to get all the boys’ attention. Not the three grown adults they were, with homes, partners and responsibilities. It was freeing to feel so young again.

“My twisted humor, make him laugh so often My honey bee, come and get this pollen-

The three all shrieked with laughter as they reached the end of the verse, laughing at each other’s lewd dance moves in camaraderie.

“Oh shit, is that the time?!” Cindy gasped, cutting off the raucous laughter. The other two girls turned to the clock Cindy was staring at, noticing time did indeed fly when you were having this much fun. If they didn’t finish getting ready soon, they would be late and then have a hard time finding a good spot to watch the show from.

“Shit!” Chrissy cursed, barely audible over the blasting music. She jogged over to the boombox, turning it down a few notches to a more reasonable volume.

All three women snapped back to task, perfecting their make-up and concert looks. It wasn’t long before they were running out the door and into Chrissy’s powder blue Beamer. Chrissy hadn’t even backed out of the driveway before Linda had the car stereo blasting the album, right where they had left off in the house. The three women sped down the highway, singing along to the tracks they would soon be hearing live.

Chrissy was sure her perfectly coiffed hair was falling and frizzing up, her carefully applied make-up turned into colourful smudges across her cheeks, the boots styled to match her outfit splattered with dirt and mud - but she couldn’t care less. She was having the time of her life at the concert. The singing was amazing, even better than the album. The dancing, the choreography - the hunky dancers. She was having the best time, dancing and singing along with Cindy and Linda.

“This is AMAZING!” Linda shrieked as the song ended. Chrissy clapped and cheered while Cindy jumped up and down.

“Alright, alright,” the woman on stage spoke, waving off everyone still cheering after the last number she performed. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath from the singing and dancing, skin glistening with sweat under the stage lights. Her hair hadn’t fallen and her make-up hadn’t budged. Chrissy watched her in awe, quieting her own thrilled cheers to hear what her favorite artist had to say next.

“Oh my god, Indiana, you guys are crazy!” She laughed, waiting for the crowd to die down. Unfortunately, the comment made them cheer in agreement. Chrissy and her friends jumped up and down, cheering along.

The performer on stage dropped the microphone to her side as she laughed again at the crowd’s reaction. She looked off stage and made a little shrugging motion, a smile on her face all the while. Chrissy couldn’t see who she was looking at from her angle - someone on her team, her manager, someone running the equipment; she wasn’t sure. She kept looking between the crowd and the wing of the stage until they quieted enough for her to speak once more.

“See I have a friend,” the singer started, roaming the stage with ease. Her presence filled the large space as the crowd - Chrissy, Linda and Cindy included - took in each word with bated breath. A field full of fans waiting to see what she would say or do next. “A very good friend, you might say.” The singer admitted with a sly smirk.

The crowd exploded - some cheers, some boos of disappointed fans.

“Did you know she was seeing anybody?!” Linda gasped.

“I hadn’t seen anything in The Enquirer!” Cindy shook her head, flailing her hands as if trying to fan herself. “Oh my god, who do you think it is?”

“It could be anyone,” Linda started, only to be interrupted by Chrissy.

“Maybe Leo!” She laughed, joking while all the while loving the idea that her favorite pop star might be dating her favorite hunk of an actor. Linda and Cindy agreed by way of shrieking and jumping with excitement. Chrissy joined in immediately.

“See, my very special friend is from right here in Indiana!” the star continued over the mic, halting the girls’ theorizing. They quieted down, Linda blindly grabbing for Chrissy and Cindy’s hands as she never took her eyes off the stage. No one wanted to miss a hint on who the mystery “friend” was. “He told me that you guys… Well, he doesn’t seem to like his home state very much.” The star fake pouted as the rapt audience booed. She looked off stage, pointing her exaggerated pout that way. 

“Oh my god, is he here? Who is it?” Cindy nearly fell over, trying to lean over far enough to see backstage.

“I can’t see from here!” Chrissy huffed, craning her neck to get a better look. It was no use, they were too far to the same side to see into the wings.

“I know! What a meanie!” The singer laughed joyfully into the microphone. “I tell him he’s a big meanie all the time, but he doesn’t believe me.” She rolled her eyes playfully.

A dull laugh rolled through the crowd and the performer gave it a moment to breathe before continuing with her story. “I think you were all a bit mean to him too once, but maybe one day you’ll forgive each other.” She tutted. The crowd cheered their agreement - anything to make their idol happy. The reaction made the singer beam brightly, glancing over her shoulder yet again.

“This next song… I wrote it for him, and-”

The crowd cheered and awed, interrupting her briefly. She shot a wink offstage before rolling through the crowd’s roar.

“I wrote this for him, and right here in front of everyone he says he hates, I’m dedicating it to him! Let’s show him some love!” She yelled over the mic, the crowd growing louder as it fed off her excitement.

There was a short beat of silence before the opening notes to Espresso started, making the crowd go wild once more as the smash hit song started.

Chrissy, Cindy and Linda all screamed along with the crowd, jumping with excitement despite their sore, aching feet after dancing all night. Chrissy pulled her camera out of her fanny pack, snapping pics as the song started. The singer smiled and danced to the opening notes, waiting for her cue to start singing. The dancers around her grooved along with her, waiting for the choreography to start.

"Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso-

The trio of women sang along at the top of their lungs, as loud as their already sore throats would allow. Chrissy couldn’t be bothered to care that she likely wouldn’t have a voice tomorrow, it was worth it to sing along.

"Too bad your ex don't do it for ya Walked in and dream came trued it for ya Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya I know I Mountain Dew it for ya That morning coffee, brewed it for ya One touch and I brand newed it for ya

The singer and her group of dancers made their way towards their side of the stage, the crowd around them cheering for her as she approached. The three girls got their cameras ready as they snapped pictures of their favorite singer performing their favorite song just a dozen feet away from them. The male dancers fawned over her as the female dancers backed her up, dancing with her.

"Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso

The singer moved back across the stage, doing her best to perform to all sides, giving each fan in the crowd a chance to see her and her dancers. She had been doing it the whole show, but the crowd predictably was even more lively for her big, hit single.

All too soon, the song ended with everyone on stage hitting a final pose. The singer was center stage, looking upwards towards the stage lights as the dancers posed around her. Cameras flashed through the people as everyone took their chance to get a decent shot as everyone stood still aside from their heaving chests as they caught their breath.

Chrissy, Linda and Cindy followed suit, cheering and taking pictures between their jumping and flailing. Chrissy was lifting her camera for her fourth or fifth photo of the pose - she lost count - when Linda grabbed her arm and her attention.

“Look!!!” Linda screamed as others in the crowd started reacting too. A tall, lanky figure had emerged from the wing, sauntering proudly towards the singer at center stage. He wore dark coloured jeans and a black t-shirt. His face wasn’t visible past the mop of inky curls when they first caught sight of him, but Chrissy felt a sinking feeling in her stomach at the silhouette. It was too familiar, a memory of her past, but surely it wasn’t-

More people from the crowd started screaming as the man crossed the stage. The singer finally dropped the pose, lowering her eyes to look at the crowd. She was smiling, face flushed from performing, but she soon noticed the crowd looking to the side.

Chrissy heard a man behind her, arguing with his girlfriend, the conversation fading in and out of the ruckus around her. “... -ed Coffin… telling you that’s him… think I know what “Shredder” Ed-…”

The pop star on stage looked surprised to see the man at first, but by the time he pushed through the cluster of back-up dancers around her, she was smiling up at him. The smile was brighter than any she’d given the audience on stage that night, a smile that shone in her eyes in a totally different way than performing on stage made them shine. The pop star started to speak, the microphone still held to her side not picking up any of the words. She didn’t say much before the man interrupted her, cupping the back of her head and dipping down to kiss her.

The crowd cheered through the passionate kiss. The back-up dancers around her reacted with joy and surprise at the public display of affection, some gasping while others applauded or laughed. 

The man pulled the woman to him, holding her like he might be able to absorb her into himself in front of everyone. The singer didn’t fight, but she was obviously caught off guard at first. It barely took a moment for her to drop the microphone, a loud thunking noise booming from the speakers as it clattered to the stage. Her arms wrapped around the man, returning his embrace as she kissed him back. The sound of camera shutters nearly drowned out the voices of the crowd as everyone rushed to take pictures of the pop star and her apparent boyfriend - some to brag to their friends, some to try to sell as the first appearance of the world’s newest celebrity couple.

Chrissy stayed frozen, camera to her side as she watched who she was sure was her high school ex-boyfriend, Eddie Munson, having a heavy makeout session on stage with her favorite pop star.

“Wait, is that…” Cindy asked, starting to also recognize the man who had yet to turn his face their way. Cindy looked at Chrissy, her frozen reaction being all the answer she needed. Cindy prodded Linda, trying to get her to smarten up to what was happening to their friend.

The couple on stage finally parted, catching their breath as they only had eyes for each other. The pop star looked up at her man like he was the only person in the whole state, let alone in a crowd of hundreds. The man’s hand, covered with large silver rings, cupped her cheek gently. From where she stood, Chrissy could see his thumb caress her cheek. Despite the warm summer day, Chrissy shivered as she felt a ghost of a touch, a memory, across her own cheek.

The man leaned in, speaking directly into the singer’s ear for a few seconds. She let go a second later as he released her, bending down to pick up the microphone that was left abandoned on the stage. The man turned towards the crowd, finally showing his face to the entire audience. Some cheered as they recognized the lead singer and guitarist for the heavy metal band, while others who didn’t listen to heavy music waited for a clue to who the man was.

“Is that Eddie?!” Linda gaped, looking up at the man who was once the boy dating her friend.

He was older now than he was then, obviously. His mop of curls were still present, if possible better cared for. He had inky tattoos up and down his visible arms and some high on his neck, coming out of the collar of his Metallica shirt. He’d grown a short goatee, but the dimple in his cheek was still visible as he addressed the crowd. He looked… Great was probably not a strong enough word for how good Eddie Munson looked.

“Your Ex? Like, Eddie Mu-oof” Linda continued until Cindy elbowed her harshly in the side. Linda finally noticed the pale, frozen expression on Chrissy’s face. “Oh.” She mumbled lamely.

“Who's a freak now, Indiana?” Eddie growled into the microphone, his voice raspier than Chrissy remembered it- age, constant performing and steady smoking had settled into his vocal chords in an appealing way. It reminded Chrissy how he used to sound after a show at The Hideout, voice rough from a night of screaming into the mic. 

Eddie tossed the microphone to a nearby dancer, not bothering to check if the unsuspecting man caught it (he did, barely) as he stuck his tongue out, devil horns atop his head. Just like that, Chrissy could see the boy underneath the age, tattoos and facial hair. The 18 year old who couldn’t promise her the world, but promised everything in his world, only for her to break his heart a year and some months later. Out of everyone there, Chrissy looked up and saw no one but Hawkins’ freak with a heart of gold Eddie Munson, but she realized Shredder Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin didn’t even know she was there. She hadn’t even realized he’d gotten signed, or the band was famous- when had that happened?

Eddie turned, planting another passionate, borderline messy kiss on the pop star's laughing lips. The crowd erupted in another set of cheers, harshly pulling Chrissy back to real life.

Eddie ended the kiss, resting his forehead against the singer’s. The two’s lips were moving through their wide smiles. Chrissy could only imagine the sweet nothings being exchanged. Once upon a time, in a different life, in a quiet trailer park, those sweet nothings had been reserved just for her.

Eddie patted the star on the ass before releasing her from his arms. She laughed as he jogged back to his spot in the wings, hand over her mouth like she couldn’t believe the kiss they’d just shared. Eddie didn’t bother to acknowledge the crowd as he left, no wave goodbye or lude gestures. Before he disappeared from view, he turned to blow a kiss in her direction.

Red faced but smiling gleefully, the starlet pretended to catch it, placing it on her cheek. She stared after him even once he was out of view, only remembering herself when the dancer handed her the microphone.

“Oh, um…” She stumbled her words into the mic, giggling bashfully. She lowered the mic and took a deep breath, physically shaking her limbs. “I was expecting that even less than the rest of you.” She joked once she brought the mic back up to her smudged lips. “Let’s, uh… Let’s move on with the show?” She laughed, unsure how else to move forward with the setlist. The crowd cheered their agreement as she nodded to all her dancers and musicians to get ready to start back up.

“Should we leave?” Cindy asked quietly. Linda stared at Chrissy, waiting for her response.

It was definitely a concert she’d never, ever forget.

[melodymunson]

Eddie Munson x Reader x Corroded Coffin groupie

A little mayhem never hurt anyone

Eddie has a tour with his band Corroded Coffin and you go along as band manager and you are Eddie's long-term girlfriend. You and Eddie end up meeting another girl who was one of his band's biggest fans and you, along with Eddie, show her the best night of her life. Takes place in the late 80s. Reader Eddie and Groupie are all in their young 20s.

18+ only absolutely no exceptions. This is filth.

ao3 version

Sexual content, sexual themes, 3some, handjob, blowjob, pussy eating, p in v sex, fingering, girl on girl, lesbian sex, spit kink, facials.

Corroded Coffin had a small line of gigs lined up and what made it super awesome was that they could finally tour outside of Indiana and the small town of Hawkins. Eddie was thrilled when he found out the news and he, of course, told you right away. Once he knew he would play some shows, he was super excited because the band would open for none other than the thrash metal band known as Carnivore with frontman Peter Steele. It was going to be an amazing summer and Eddie already had the tour bus for his band purchased. You were a temporary fill-in as the bass player for the tour in 1987 when Grant temporarily took a hiatus. The year was now 1988. Eddie had spent the earlier half of the year working at the video rental place with Robin and Steve, and had a good portion of the money saved up combined with contributions from the other band members and savings from their music sales. When the day finally came to start the tour, you packed and loaded your bags on the bus. You and Eddie were wearing matching Hellfire Club tee shirts. He also had on his signature Dio vest and you had on your favorite leather jacket with pins from all of your favorite rock and metal bands. The first night of the tour was in Indianapolis. Of course, you had side-stage access to the tour and you couldn’t wait for it to start. It was going to be your first summer away from home and you couldn’t wait. Little did you know it would end up being the best summer of your life. Once you arrived at the tour's first stop, you went backstage and did your makeup.

By the time that the soundcheck had started, you were watching front-row and seeing your man play a cover of Master of Puppets by Metallica. You were so proud of Eddie and he couldn’t take his eyes off you as he played on the stage. Showtime soon arrived, and you were side-stage as the lights went down and the crowd cheered on Corroded Coffin. Eddie took the stage first and once the rest of the band started playing, he joined in and played an original song. One girl in the crowd caught your eye pretty quickly. She was gorgeous and one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life. Her style was like yours and she had long black hair. She had on all black and red leather, sultry dark makeup, spiked jewelry, and the prettiest hazel eyes. It was then you noticed her Corroded Coffin logo tattoo. There were multiple tattoos adorning her body but the band's logo tattoo stood out. She knew every single word to each song and once Corroded Coffin finished playing, you went up to her and asked her name. She told you her name was Brody, and you gave her a backstage VIP all-access pass. The band was celebrating their first show with drinks at the bar and you and Eddie were watching Carnivore. Soon Brody stopped by the bar asking you and Eddie if you wanted some drinks and you gladly accepted her offer ordering beers and some shots of whiskey. You clinked glasses and gave a toast to keeping rock n’ roll alive.

When Carnivore was close to ending their set you whispered to Eddie you were heading back to the tour bus and he promised he would be there shortly. The rest of the band was off partying and you told Brody to stop by the bus in about ten minutes or so. When you were on the bus you changed into something more comfortable- a black lingerie slip. Soon after Eddie came onto the bus. He passionately kissed you as he took off his jacket and pushed you down onto the bed. A knock came mere minutes later and you looked at him with a raise of your brows.

“I bet that’s Brody, huh? What do you say we ask her to stay the night with us?” He asked mischievously.

“Sure. I thought you’d never ask. I guess things would be even more fun with another person."

He slapped your ass as you got up and waited patiently on the bed as you opened the doors to the bus and invited Brody inside.

“That show was amazing. I am really glad we met. Eddie’s band is one of the best I’ve ever seen live. I don’t mean to be a fangirl, but can I get his autograph?”

It was endearing to you how she truly loved Corroded Coffin. Some girls had made it backstage to hook up with you and Eddie, but her passion for his music seemed genuine.

“Of course, but right now, you should just relax and talk to us for a bit. Do you want anything to drink?”

“Sounds like a good idea, but I’m fine for right now and I don’t need a drink. I think it's pretty awesome how you were Corroded Coffin's bassist for the band on the tour last year."

"Thanks, that means a lot. Grant is a great guy, but I would be lying if I said it wasn't the time of my life and I wish I could tour with the band more often.”

As you walked to the back of the bus, she followed you and once she saw Eddie's head banging along to Metallica's Master of Puppets on the radio, she got into the music too. He noticed and flashed her a big grin as she sat down next to him on the bed.

You wasted no time getting closer to her and giving her a signed Corroded Coffin poster, touching her hand and fingers as you gave it to her.

“Thanks. This is so great. I was thinking about following more of the tour. I hope you don't think that’s weird. I have so many posters and tee shirts of Corroded Coffin,” she added. She set the signed poster aside on the bedside table.

“That just really shows the band you love them and true dedication. It's great you are going to do that. Also love the Corroded Coffin tattoo” Eddie told her with a wink. It flattered him, to say the very least.

"Thanks its my favorite one."

So far, Brody seemed like the greatest fan ever. She was the perfect supporter- a fan any band would be lucky to have.

“I just want you to be comfortable with us,” you mused.

“What are you thinking about right now?” Brody asked as she looked at you with equal parts amusement and curiosity in her eyes.

“I’m just thinking about how hot it would be if we all kissed,” you suggested with a raise of your brows.

She looked at you, then Eddie, and back towards you again as a slight blush formed on her cheeks. She thought about what you had just propositioned, as so got up to get closer to you. She straddled your lap and leaned forward to crash her lips against yours, answering with actions instead of words. It turned you on so badly and made you want her even more.

She smelled like vanilla and eucalyptus, and you loved how she tasted. You kissed her back even harder and made her grind on your lap. When the kiss broke, you gestured Eddie closer to you both with a crook of your finger. He removed his shirt but put back on the denim jacket with his heavy metal patches, then kissed you with tongue as Brody watched. After possibly the best French kiss you ever had before, she leaned in towards Eddie and kissed him deeply. You moved your hands to her clothed breasts and cupped them as she moaned against his lips. Your fingers moved under her dress, pushing it up and ripping her tights along the way as she revealed to you she had no panties on. Your other hand still kneaded her breast and tweaked her nipples through the thin black material. Turning back towards you, she kissed you again as your fingers found their way inside her tights, ripping them just a little more as you desperately fingered her. As she ground against your fingers moaning desperately, Eddie watched as he kissed and bit your neck. Everything that was happening was making you so wet and you could tell Eddie was rock hard now. Already she was soaking on your fingers as you pushed them even deeper inside of her. She felt so fucking good and amazing as your fingers worked their magic on her clit.

"Eddie, feel just how tight her pussy is," you suggested as you grabbed his hand and replaced your fingers with his.

He moved two long fingers deeply inside of her, strumming her like he would his guitar as they looked into each other's eyes. The grin he had on his face as he fingered her wet pussy was priceless. You had her taste your fingers of her juices which she sucked greedily.

“Fuck, I want you to fuck me. Please. Eat me out while Eddie watches,” she begged and pleaded desperately.

“You want to be my pillow princess, is that it? You want me to eat your desperate pussy because you are so needy and you just have to have my mouth?”

You slapped her ass with your hand as Eddie continued to finger fuck her before stopping and bringing his fingers to your lips, tapping them so you could taste. You did eagerly and swished your tongue over his slick fingers.

“Yes, I want it all. And I want Eddie to enjoy himself, too.”

“Babe, just being here with the two of you makes me happy.”

You smiled at him, then pushed her onto the bed, laying her down and ripping off the rest of her clothes.

"She tastes so fucking good." You eagerly kissed him so he could get a taste too as Brody watched, clearly turned on by it all. He nodded in agreement and got up, stripping off all his clothes as you removed your slip. He leaned in close to you and whispered into your ear.

“Please, her pussy, as I eat you out. I’ve been dying to taste your sweet pussy again,” he told you with a wicked grin on his face.

Once Eddie was naked, he cupped your sex with one hand and your ass with the other and finger fucked you as he squeezed and spanked your ass. Mewls and moans escaped your lips. As he did this, you kissed and licked her inner thighs, wanting to get her nice and wet for you. He removed his fingers from your cunt and then sucked them clean. You were eager to feel his balls slapping against your ass. He took his time though with licking your clit and separating your pussy lips, wanting to give you the utmost pleasure and wanting you nice and wet before he fucked you. Your fingers moved over her wet entrance before you began to suck and tease her clit. Her pussy tasted so good and you loved how sweet it was.

"That feels so nice," she groaned as you pleased her with fingers and tongue as well as slaps against her pussy.

The wet and lewd sounds of you eating her out as he ate you out were such a turn-on, and you were getting wetter with each passing moment and more with each lick against your pussy.

"That's right baby, eat her out like it's your last meal. daddy's going to fuck you so fucking hard," he promised before giving your ass a few good slaps. Eddie stroked his cock and spit on it, then lined himself up at your entrance. It felt so nice to feel his big thick cock making contact with your aching and needy pussy again. It had been too long. He began inching in little by little as you began to slap and spank her pussy and she whined in pleasure and squeezed her breasts.

"I'm so fuckin wet daddy and her pussy tastes so fucking amazing," you moaned as he adjusted himself inside of you with a hand on your ass, his other hand pulling your hair back.

"I love fucking you baby and watching you please her," Eddie grunted.

He moved slowly at first, then picked up his pace as you licked, sucked, and spit on her clit while simultaneously rocking back and forth on his cock. He pounded into you mercilessly, wanting to make you feel amazing, and watched as you pleased her pussy. He felt his cock grow even harder as he fucked you, and a low groan escaped his lips. You messily ate her pussy, loving how she tasted. The sounds she was making and how she clenched the sheets beneath her with her fingers brought a smile to your face and made you want to make her cum even more. Your breasts bounced as Eddie fucked you deep and hard. His cock was already twitching inside of you.

"I love your mouth. Fuck! I love watching Eddie fuck you too," she whimpered loudly as she pleased her breasts pinching them and raising her hips to get even closer to your mouth.

"You taste so good and you are such a good girl for me," you seductively told her.

As you ate her out voraciously, she screamed your name and moaned her sounds echoing off the walls. You were so fucking wet and wanted to feel your fingers inside your pussy. You were so tight and he loved how the walls of your pussy hugged his huge cock. You could no longer resist the temptation to touch yourself, even though he didn't yet allow you to. As you fingered yourself, Eddie quickly noticed, and a scowl formed on his face.

"Don't touch yourself without my permission, doll. I want us to cum together," he forewarned you as he slapped your ass again, wanting to leave an imprint of red marks.

You removed your fingers and looked back at him with a bratty grin on your face, to which he grimaced. He slapped your ass even harder and left it a bit bruised as he fucked you at a fast pace. He wanted to make you cum and cry out his name, and he was eager to fill your pussy up with his cum. As he looked at you pleasing her, he watched the show eagerly and fucked you harder. The way he made you feel was amazing, and you were getting very close to your release.

"Eddie, I'm gonna cum."

"I know, baby girl. I know."

You fingered, sucked, and licked her pussy as you looked up at her with lust in your eyes.

"Fuck, that's so good. I love watching when you eat my pussy. Fuck!" She cried out as the loud sounds of fucking were heard throughout the tour bus.

His cock felt so good as he fucked in and out of you with deep thrusts and you were on the verge of cumming for him. It wouldn't be much longer before she would cum as well, because you knew just how to work her pussy like a pro. Her walls clenched tightly around your fingers as you ate her out, and her cries of pleasure were like music to your ears. It felt so wonderful to be eating her out as he pounded into you and pulled your hair. There truly wasn't a better position to be in.

As his pounding grew in intensity, his slaps on your ass became even rougher. Eddie loved watching you fuck another woman, and you wanted to please him so badly, but most of all it pleased you. The taste of her pussy and the sounds she was making let you know she was having the time of her life.

"I want to see Eddie make you cum," she cried out as she played with her breasts and watched him pound into your pussy as Eddie groaned.

"Eddie, your cock feels s'good," you moaned around her pussy.

"Make her cum, my dirty girl," he demanded you as he gently wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing lightly.

The intensity of your licking and the thrusts of your fingers drove her over the edge as she whined and tugged on strands of your hair. Her eyes rolled back into her head as you pleased her and made her cum. She was so sexy and Eddie's deep and hard thrusts into your pussy and the slaps against your ass made your orgasm quickly approach.

Moments later, you came calling out his name, and he pulled out, feeling about ready to burst. Your mouths watered at the sight of him stroking his big length. Brody crawled over to you, spreading your pussy lips, looking at your wetness mixed with his pre-cum.

"Can I taste?" She inquired curiously.

"Please do."

She got down in front of you, wrapping your legs around her shoulders, and licked your sensitive bud as she swirled her tongue around your pussy, licking all of your wetness and sucking, making you moan so loud for her.

"Fuck, this is the hottest thing I've ever seen," Eddie groans lowly, resisting the urge to touch himself any longer so he wouldn't cum right there on the spot.

As she ate you out and made eye contact with you, you looked from her to Eddie, whimpering and moaning as you were getting overstimulated and nearing another orgasm.

"She's amazing at eating pussy, Eddie. Fucking me so good with her tongue I'm going to cum again," you mewled and pulled back her hair from her face tightly.

"Be a good slut and make her cum," he commanded as he kneaded her ass and slapped it.

Her tongue licked your pussy, then your ass, and she fingered you until you cried out, reaching your peak again. It felt so fucking good and had your legs shaking as she groaned into your pussy, then sucked her fingers clean.

After you rode out your high, you wasted no time sucking his cock into your mouth and beckoning her over. She crawled on her hands and knees over to you and Eddie and sucked on his balls as you deep-throated him.

"Yeah, you little sluts want my cum on your faces, huh?" He tsked. "Such dirty little girls."

Not being able to last much longer, he pulled out of your mouth and gave his cock a few final thrusts.

You both opened your mouths wide for him as he began to cum first on your tongue and face and then on hers, panting as his release left his body.

"So fucking hot. Taking my load so well. Fuck," he grunted as he stood back and watched you lick your fingers clean and spit some of his cum into her mouth. She spits back into your mouth and kisses you with her tongue as you share your reward. You swallowed and so did Brody. You both opened your mouths, showing him that his cum was all gone now. Watching with satisfaction, Eddie wiped the sweat from his brow. He tasted so fucking good and that night was one you wouldn't soon forget.

Taking groupies back to your tour bus, women and men alike was nothing new, but this girl was special. You gave her a backstage pass, one she could use for the rest of the tour and any dates she wished to attend. And she went to more of Eddie's shows, which led to more mind-blowing sex. Eddie trusted you and you trusted Eddie, and nothing came between the two of you. When you were on the road and had your fun- that was for the tours and after your rock shows as a reward. What happens on the road stays on the road, but that tour was one of the most memorable. What they said about bassists and guitarists having the best fingers was true. Now Brody knew it, too.

soundtrack

mayhem and Rock show by Halestorm animal by WASP nib by black sabbath rock of Ages by Def Leppard turn you by In This Moment I like it rough by Lady Gaga I love rock n' roll by Joan Jett girls girls girls by Motley Crue nothing but a good time by poison my lady dominate by William Control

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[eddiiiieeee]

Hate myself for loving you!

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar! Reader

warning: language and adult themes

enemies to lovers (slow burn)

events of upside never happened.

face claims for Miranda and Mark are Maryl streep and robert di naro

border/lace credit to @benkeibear

the songs mentioned and lyrics are current songs. they ARE NOT MINE. i will be listing the songs in a separate post. but imagine whatever song in a rock/metal sound.

1989!

“absolutely fucking not.” Eddie scoffed as he glared and Mark, Corroded Coffins manager. The rest of the guys stayed absolutely quiet. “and why not Munson? mind you ever since you two started out they’ve always been on top of us no matter what! so what could possibly make you not want to make a song together! you both play the same genre so what the fuck is the problem now Munson?” Mark said as he glared at Eddie. “Problem is they are a fucking disgrace to rock music! simple.” Eddie said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“fuck no!” y/n said as she stared at Stacey in complete disgust, The girls looking over at y/n knowing the exact reason for her outburst. “and why not?” Miranda asked raising her eyebrows at y/n which wasn’t a good sign. “because… we always top their songs on the charts! we’d be doing them a favour if anything.” y/n said as she crossed her hands over her chest. Miranda wasn’t convinced. she knew there was a reason. but she just couldn’t put her finger on it.

“he threw a whole tantrum, said that he refused to sing with a bunch of disgraces to the rock world as he put it” Mark said over the phone as Miranda walked down the halls of their record label, walking back to her office as her assistant followed her. “threatening wouldn’t work….” Miranda mumbled as she moved to sit on her chair, behind her desk “i’m all out of ideas Miranda.” Robert huffed as Miranda rubbed the bridge of her nose “i’ll call you back Mark” Miranda said as she ended the call and stared at the frame on her desk. a picture of all the girls when they won their first grammy.

Eddie walked out the building and rolled his eyes as their cameras began flashing. it was a well known fact all over the world that Eddie munsons biggest enemy was paparazzi. they annoyed him too much. he put his glasses on before walking over to his car, pushing through the large crowd as he made it inside his car and drove off, not giving a fuck who was where. he just wanted to go home and relax. he took a glance at his glove box. knowing exactly what he’d hid in there. when he moved to open it he took a glance back at the street only to press on the break

1986!

Eddie ran through the hallways of hawkins, in his first, was a paper. hes going to graduate. the most important thing right now was to find her and tell her that he’d done it. that he’d passed. he’d gotten to her locker right when she did, he wrapped his arms around her and spun her around before slamming his lips against hers as she let out a fit of giggles. once he put her down he looked at her as he wore the biggest smile she’d ever seen on his face. “what?” y/n giggled as she licked her lips, wiping off her red lipstick from Eddie’s face.

“i’m fucking graduating. i passed!” Eddie smiled as he handed y/n the paper, she grabbed it her smile soon after copying the same one he had on his face. “you did it! i’m so proud of you!” she smiled as she hugged him tightly. Eddie wrapped his arms around her waist again as he felt her arms around his neck. he took in her scent as he kissed the side of her head. “and since i did, i’m taking you out for dinner and then a lovely two course desert back at my place” he teased as he bumped their noses, causing y/n to smile as she gave him a peck “i’m not apposed to the idea” she smiled before watching as Dustin ran over to the two

“watch it ya fucking asshole!” y/n yelled as she had pulled Robin back from getting run over, therefore their coffee landing all over the road. the girls were too caught up in making sure they were ok that they hadn’t noticed who the driver was. Eddie had noticed who he almost ran over, his face fell for a moment before he hit the gas and sped off. y/n glared at the car from the back cursing under her breath “i hate new yorkers.” y/n said as Robin chuckled “if you haven’t realised we are new yorkers” Robin said to which y/n rolled her eyes

“you wanna get another coffee?” Robin asked as y/n shrugged “sure, the asshole ruined mine anyway” she said as she put her hands back into her leather coats jacket as she and robin walked back into the store. Eddie gulped as he’d realised who he almost ran over, he rubbed his chest as he felt it tighten. their time together bringing tears to his eyes. it was all his fault. she hated him and it was his fault. she would never believe him. he missed her. ached for her. Eddie turned the radio on in hopes of it changing his mood. but he was met with her voice booming through the stereo. it was the song that made Glass Army the band that it is today. the song came out right after Corroded coffin released their first single, Vampire. which was dedicated to y/n. “up next! Glass Army’s hit song, I don’t care!” the radio host said as the song started.

Eddie remembers vividly the first time he heard the song. the hurt in y/n’s voice in the recording. which was kept in. it was her response to Vampire and Eddie knew it, because the cover of Vampire was a polaroid of y/n’s hand on Eddie’s guitar. her face didn’t show, it was just her hands around the neck of his guitar. they took the picture after y/n jokingly got long nails with bats on them for their prom. they looked great and that’s why Eddie took the picture, she had slipped on all his rings too. but the cover image to i don’t care was a bunch of polaroids, on fire. one of the polaroids were of Eddie’s old van and their tree carvings. of course, the E in the picture was burnt out but Eddie knew.

1986!

y/n giggled as Eddie inspected each nail “that’s so fucking cool baby” Eddie chuckled as y/n smiled, moving to peck his lips before grabbing his hands and slipping his rings off, if this was in any other instance with someone else, Eddie would’ve caused a scene at his rings being taken, but it was y/n. he’d give her his soul and organs if she asked. y/n laid on Eddie’s bed as she grabbed sweetheart from next to her, placing it on her as she wrapped her hands on its neck in a way to show off her nails, Eddie grabbed his camera and snapped a bunch of pictures.

Wayne smiled as he heard their giggles through the walls. Eddie put the guitar and camera aside before he climbed on top of y/n, his hands on either side of her head, his lips ghosting hers as she stared into his eyes. their lips connected as they moved to the rythme of ‘still loving you’ by the scorpions in the back. “you know i love you?” Eddie muttered against her lips as her lipstick smeared off, she nodded kissing him again as she wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him close “i know ed’s…i know.” she muttered back

[archivequinn]

Closure — Eddie Munson.

warnings: angst, depression, grief, mention of the death of a family member (his mother), nightmares, pain, sad themes, broken heart, smoking, illness, mention of his father's terror at home, grave, longing and tiredness, crying. (Please let me know if I forgot something)

Eddie adjusts leather jacket, takes a drag on cigarette, exhales slowly. The house stands like a skeletal remains of memories past, its once-white walls now faded to a dull grey from years of neglect. The windows are boarded up, the shutters hanging crookedly like broken wings. A thick layer of dust coats every surface, making it hard to distinguish between old furniture and mere shadows.

A sheet drapes over the worn-out couches and chairs like a shroud, as if trying to smother the last remnants of life within those walls. Cobwebs cling to chandeliers and lampshades like macabre decorations. In the corners, shadows writhe and twist like restless spirits trapped between worlds.

The air inside is heavy with stagnation and decay - stale air that's been locked away for decades, now reeking of rot and mildew. The floorboards creak underfoot with each tentative step, their groans echoing through the empty halls like ghostly whispers.

''It's a haunting sight, really…'' takes another drag. ''A testament to love lost, dreams faded, and lives that once echoed through these rooms but now lie silent as the grave."

He pauses, takes a deep breath, and exhales slowly. He pushes the creaking door of the house and goes in. "Oh man… looks around the room with a mix of nostalgia and pain This place… it's like stepping back into my childhood hell. The memories come flooding back, but they're all bittersweet.

As I walk through the front door, I'm hit with the same stale air that's been trapped inside for years. It smells like decay and forgotten dreams. The once-vibrant colors on the walls have faded to dull hues, just like my mom's smile after she passed away.

I wander into the living room, where we used to spend hours together as a family. My eyes land on the old piano Mom taught me how to play on. It looks dusty and worn out now, just like our relationship with Dad did in those final years. I can almost hear Mom's gentle voice guiding my fingers as I played, but it's drowned out by the echoes of Dad's yelling and belittling.

I move into the kitchen, where we used to have family dinners that always ended in arguments. The same old table is still there, covered in a thick layer of dust. I remember how Dad would sit at the head of the table, his eyes cold and unforgiving, while Mom tried to keep us all together with her warmth and love.

Upstairs, our bedrooms are just as they were when I left this place behind. My childhood bed looks like it hasn't been slept in since then - unmade and dusty. It's hard to believe so much time has passed since those sleepless nights filled with fear and anxiety because of Dad's nightmares.

As I walk through these rooms again after all these years, I'm hit with a mix of emotions - sadness, anger, and nostalgia. It's like reliving the same pain all over again. But maybe this time, I can face it head-on and find some closure."

He pauses, eyes widening in surprise "Whoa… he gets down on his hands and knees to grab the box What's this doing here? I haven't seen this thing since… rummages through the contents of the box.

It's a bunch of old stuff from when I was a kid. There are some drawings I made, some notes from school, and… pulls out a small guitar pick with my name engraved on it. Oh man, Mom gave me this. She said it would bring me good luck with music.

And there's also a letter addressed to me. It's from Mom. He unfolds the letter and begins to read.

''Dear Eddie,

I know things have been tough lately with your dad being so mean all the time. But please remember that you're loved no matter what. You're an amazing kid with a heart full of music and kindness. Don't let anyone ever make you feel like you're not good enough.

I'm so proud of the person you're becoming, even if it's hard to see right now. Keep playing your guitar and singing from your heart. You have a gift that can bring joy to others.

With all my love, Mom''

His hands tremble, feeling a lump form in his throat "Man… clears his throat I had forgotten about this letter. It's like she knew exactly what I needed to hear back then.

As I sit here surrounded by these old memories, I feel a mix of emotions - sadness because things didn't work out between Mom and me before she passed away, but also gratitude for the time we had together and the lessons she taught me.

This box is like a time capsule from my childhood, reminding me of the good times and the struggles I faced. It's a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there is always hope and love to be found." smokes his cigarette in silence for a moment before speaking again.

He finds a photo in the box. This photo is like a punch to the gut. I remember this day so clearly. Mom was already sick by then, but she still had that spark in her eyes when we took this picture.

She's sitting on the hospital bed, and I'm hugging her tightly around the waist. Her arms are wrapped around me too, holding me close like she never wanted to let go. We're both smiling for the camera, trying to be brave even though we knew things weren't good.

Mom looks tired and weak in this photo - her skin is pale, and there are dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep or medication or whatever it was they were giving her at the time. But despite all that, she's still got that momma bear strength in her arms, holding me close like she's trying to protect me from the world.

I remember how scared I was that day. I didn't understand what was happening to her, and I knew it wasn't good. But Mom always tried to reassure me, telling me everything would be okay even when it didn't feel like it would be.

This photo is a reminder of the last time we were together before… pauses Before she left us. It's hard to believe so much time has passed since then.

Looking at this photo now, all these years later… sighs It feels like a punch in the gut all over again. The pain and sadness come flooding back, but also the memories of our time together as a family are more vivid than ever.

I get up from the bed and make my way downstairs, my heart pounding in my chest. The stairs creak beneath my feet as I descend into the darkness of our old living room.

When I reach the piano, I hesitate for a moment before lifting the dusty lid. The keys are yellowed and worn out, but they still have that familiar feel to them. plays a few tentative notes

The sound is rough and rusty at first, but as I play on, it starts to come alive again. It's like no time has passed at all - like Mom is sitting right there beside me, her fingers dancing over the keys in perfect harmony.

I play some of our old songs together - Chopin's Nocturne and Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. They're still as beautiful and haunting as I remember them to be. closes his eyes, letting the music wash over him

As I play, all the emotions come flooding back - the joy we shared when Mom was well, the fear and anxiety during her illness, and finally, that devastating loss when she passed away without ever coming home.

But amidst all that pain… opens his eyes There's also this sense of peace. Like Mom is here with me now through this music we created together. It feels like a way for her to stay close even though she's no longer physically here.

So yeah… smiles softly Playing my childhood piano again after all these years… it's like a homecoming, man. It's like I'm finally coming full circle and finding closure."

written with inspiration and assistance from ai

[swiss-mrs]

Chapter Five: Match Made In Music

Life Eternal Series

Eddie Munson x Rockstar!POC

Word Count: 3.3k

All writing is in second POV, but No Use of Y/N

Witnessing you sing and create music was quite the sight to see, and to be a part of that process so intimately set alight something inside of Eddie. His last full day in New York was spent as many others before. He loved being able to be so domestic with you. He woke up to a sleepy you, usually in the kitchen already trying to wake yourself with morning caffeine, or, if he was lucky, he'd meet you right at the bottom of the stairs, still half asleep and yawning. The ‘bottom of the stairs’ you was the closest he'd been to waking up next to you, and it made his heart burst with happiness every time he'd see you like that. He was never really a morning person before, but that experience got him waking up early. Only if Wayne could see him now.

You were currently in the booth with your headphones on and your eyes closed, bopping to the music playing. This song was heavily inspired by the 80s, mixing together a darkwave synth sound with a classic rock sound. It had grown to be one of yours and Eddie's favorites. You and Eddie had completely written and composed the song yourselves. The lyrics told a story. It was a story of heartbreak and of letting go. It held everything you never got to say to your first love. It pictured all the pain and betrayal you'd felt, the love you still held, but in the end, it was a story about how you realized to let go of something that wasn't meant to be.

You were adding the last few ad libs to the song. Your voice was struggling not to break. It was clear that you were lost in emotion, but it was so powerful. It was anger. It was pain. It was relief. Eddie had chills.

The music ended and there were a few seconds of silence between you two. You were struggling to keep it together, brows furrowed together, your eyes squeezed shut, and your breath heavy. Eddie stared at you through the glass with wide sad eyes. A tear that escaped your eyelashes broke him from his trance. He was quick to jump up from his chair and rush into the booth. He maneuvered around the equipment to get too you, taking off your headphones, placing them on the stand next to you before encompassing you in his warmth. “No no no. Don't do that.” You protest, trying to push him off, but he doesn't let go. 

“Why not?” He asks, confused above all else.

“I'm trying really hard to hold it together and you hugging me is just going to break the damn.” You have a determined look on your face, but Eddie doesn't care. He pulls you back into him, resting his cheek on the side of your head. Until this moment, you never truly realized how much taller he was than you. You've always kept a safe distance, making you believe you were close in height but being buried in his chest made you feel overwhelmed. It was safe.

“Let it out.” He says, barely above a whisper. It takes a few seconds. You try your hardest not to cry, but eventually, you just break down, sobbing and gasping for air against his chest. He only holds you tighter.

In any other circumstance, Eddie would've taken flight at the sight of someone breaking down. He usually felt awkward in these moments, like he had no idea what to do, but right now, he knew he just needed to hold you. His own brows furrowed, and his jaw clenched. This was new to him, but he couldn't run away from you, not now. You needed him. It burned inside his chest. He would never leave you like this.

Your sobs eventually turn into wet sniffles.  Eddie runs your back, gently rocking you side to side. “I've got you.” You sniffle and pull back a little to look up at him.

“Sorry.” You say. He looks down, confused.

“Sorry for what?”

“For this. You don't need to see me like this. Plus, I got your shirt all gross.” You say looking down at the tear stains on his chest. Eddie shakes his head with a soft chuckle.

“My shirt doesn't matter. Like I said, I'm here for you. Always. Through all the ups and downs from now on. Don't be sorry for it.” You practically go lump against him, leaning your weight on him, basically cuddling each other while standing at this point. You let out a deep sigh.

“I hate crying.” You pout. Eddie chuckles again, kissing your temple, causing a fire to start at the pit of your belly.

“I know. It sucks, but it's needed.” You two pull apart after a few more seconds. He leaves his arms loosely hanging around you, staring into your eyes. “I think we got enough takes for this one.” He starts to drag you out of the booth and to the other side of the glass.

“I think we may need to re-record it.” You scoff. He shakes his head.

“Nope. It was perfect.” He states. You look at him with furrowed brows. “You wanted to story tell, and this is a song about letting go of your first love. Besides the fact that you can clearly hear your emotions in your voice, it also sounds really good. Super metal.” He says with a comforting smile. You shake your head with a soft chuckle and look down at the computer screen. Your eyes widen, and you hideously hurriedly click the mouse a few times.

“You left it recording, dumbass.” You glare playfully. He avoids your eyes and shrugs.

“It's fiiine. Ain't nothin’ we can't fix.”

“I can fix.” You tease, raising a brow. Even though you've been down here for damn near a full week, Eddie still hasn't quite gotten the hang of the computer program, not even the basics. He shrugs again with a cute, childlike expression. You roll your eyes with a small grin and face the computer again to fix the prolonged recording.

After another 30 minutes of back and forth, cleaning up parts of the demo you'd just recorded. You spin in your chair to turn to Eddie. “Should we work on el finale?” You widen your eyes at him playfully with a small grin.

His brows raise, and he sits up straighter. “Already?” You let out a soft chuckle.

“Yes, we are already almost done, and it's only,” you look at the clock on your computer, “2:16. If we get the bones of this last song done, we'll still have the rest of the day to get in a final dinner out in town or something.” You wiggle your brows, swaying back and forth on your swivel chair. Eddie shakes his head in disbelief.

“I can't believe it.” He groans and flops back in his chair, throwing his hands over his face, middling his next sentence. “It's almost over.” He pouts sadly. His hands fall from his face, arms falling limp on either sides of his chair. “I can't believe I go back tomorrow. This week has gone by so fast, too fast.” His pout grows as he lifts his head to look at you with sad eyes. You give him a sad smile.

“Yeah, this week has been awesome.” You sigh and turn away from him. “Sucks that it has to come to an end.” You mumble more to yourself. You inhale deeply, clapping your hands together and rubbing them against one another. “The sooner we get this last demo done, the more time we'll have to ourselves before you go.”

Eddie's heart clenched. He wished time would just slow down or stop. He had Wayne waiting for him back home, all his friends, but if he could just stop time, he could ignore his responsibilities and live on in this blissful world with you. He sighs quietly at the unfortunate fact that he does not have that power. He claps his hands together in an attempt to hype himself up, “Alright, then, let's get her done.”

You guys had spent the next three hours recording and spiffing up your final demo. Thankfully, you’d gotten your more emotional songs out the way, so this last one left you both on a high. You looked at the clock on your computer. “5:30. I think we should call it.”

“But-”

“But nothing. Trust me. We could both spend the next 12 hours working on this song and even then it won’t feel ‘done’.” You raise a brow, daring him to continue protesting. Eddie sighs, letting you win. You are first to stand from your chair, Eddie following suit. “I say we leave it there. It’s definitely more than good enough to show the big wigs. Let’s go spend your last night outside my basement.” You smile. Eddie hops up.

“Let’s.” The remainder of that night was spent in that same blissful ignorance that Eddie longed to stay within. Hours spent simply talking, laughing, and existing with you. Eddie couldn’t recall the last time he ever felt so comfortable, so safe with someone. It was like he was around the one person he was missing his whole life. Everything that existed before you ceased to exist. Nothing else mattered. You were it. Quickly, Eddie couldn’t imagine his life without you in it, and, unbelievably, you felt the same.

You had experienced this before or so you thought. You never go into any relationship without the intention of it being life long. That’s one reason why your previous love hurt so much. It crushed you, destroyed your future. With Eddie, that familiar feeling of eternal bond loomed over every conversation. It was like the feeling you had with your bandmates, your family, but more. It left a bittersweet sting in your chest. Every glance, every smile, every touch was seared into your mind, branded on your soul. You couldn’t help but wonder, would he leave just like her? Would he one day realize that you were not meant to be a part of him forever?

That night was spent wordlessly dancing around feelings and questions.

The next morning came all too quickly. The drive to the airport was almost eerie. It was near silent. Neither of you wanted to speak, fearing that it would taint the perfect world you’d created over the last week. Thank heavens for the Black Sabbath album that filled the void.

Now, you silently stood in front of each other, just before the entrance to the TSA line. You inhale sharply, being the first to break the silence and the illusion. “Well,” You start, not really knowing what to say.

“Thank you.” Eddie buts in. His earnest tone grabs your attention. You look up to find nothing but longing and adoration. You wished you could be invisible at that moment. Why’d he have to look at you like that? Was he trying to get you to buy a plane ticket for yourself? You would if he asked.

You tilt your head curiously. “For what?”

“For everything. I…” He trails, “I have had the experience of a lifetime with you. You have no idea how much you’ve impacted me.” He places a hand over his heart. Those eyes.

“No.” you shake your head. “I don’t think you realize how much you’ve impacted me, Eddie.” His name falling from your lips was music to his ears. “You… I…” You sigh a humorless laugh, shaking your head at your failed attempt to find the right words. “I feel like I have so much to say, but I don’t know how to say it.” A calm grin grows on his lips.

“I know exactly what you mean.” He grabs your hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. He could confess everything to you right now in the middle of the airport, but he’s stopped short by the obnoxious sound of a boarding announcement.

He bites his tongue, looking down then back up. His eyes tell the same story, but his smile is now a tight one, one you’d give to hide behind. “Until we meet again, Superstar.” He gives your hand one last squeeze before he lets go. The internal struggle with pulling away leaves his arm physically aching. You already miss the absence of him. You sigh and nod.

“Hopefully, it won’t be too far from now.” Your apparent dejection oddly fills Eddie's heart while simultaneously stinging his chest. You exchange a final sad smile before he rips himself away with much effort.

You stand there, watching him go through TSA, leaving you. Once he’s finally through, he turns back to you, waving wildly from the other side. His antics make you laugh. You have back just as wildly, his laugh just barely above the sound of the busy airport, but your ears instantly focus on the beautiful sound. You wait until he’s out of sight before frowning slightly, turning to leave.

Three weeks. Three whole weeks go by without a single call, without the sound of your voice speaking to him. He felt like a damn child the way this separation anxiety was hitting him. Three weeks later, you’d think the longing would pass, but here he is, blankly staring out the backseat window of Steve’s car. “What the shit, dingus!” A yell and a pothole knock Eddie back into reality.

“Hey, don’t blame me! Blame the asshole who chooses not to fix the roads in this damn park!” Steve and Robin bicker.

“If you know the roads are shit, why the fuck did you go out of your way to hit the damn thing!”

“It’s not like I was trying to fuck up my car!” Steve retorts just as he pulls up to Eddie’s trailer. “Here’s your stop, Munson.” He says, turning his attention to Eddie. Eddie opens the door, muttering a ‘thanks’.

“Jesus Christ, will you just call her already?!” Robin interjects before Eddie can leave. He gives her a look with a raised brow.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t ‘excuse me’ at me! You have been asking like a kicked puppy all week! It’s such a downer. Grow a pair and give Dream Girl a damn call.” She glares back at him. Eddie rolls his eyes.

“I can’t just call-”

“Like hell you can’t.” Steve joins in. “You’ve talked non-stop for months and stayed at her place for a whole week without making a move. If you want to miss out on your chance,” Steve raises his hands dismissively, “By all means. Drop the ball, Munson, but at least give her a damn call. Without her, you’ve been miserable and bottled up.”

“Call her.” Robin adds firmly. Eddie groans, all too eager to leave the car and this lecture.

“Good-bye, dickheads.” He slams the door closed. The muffled sound of Steve’s yells about ‘slamming his car doors’ could be heard all the way up to the trailer door. Eddie opens up the door and is met with the sight of his uncle, looking like he was just about to leave.

“Hey, kid.” Wayne greets.

“Hey, Wayne.”

“I was just about to head out to work, but I left some food for you in the fridge for when you get hungry.” Eddie walks a little further into the trailer, shrugging off his jacket.

“Thanks, Wayne.” he says as he tosses his jacket over the arm of the recliner sofa in the living room. “I swear to god, I’m gonna find something that will actually allow you to get a normal work and sleep schedule one day.” Wayne chuckles and shakes his head, his exhaustion and age failing to hide behind his small smile.

“Don’t worry about me, kid. You do what you can to have a happy life.” Wayne pauses just as he reaches for the handle to leave. “Oh, by the way, you got a voicemail.” The older man winks at his nephew and exits the trailer. His words and expression makes Eddie’s eyes widen. Eddie rushes into his room and goes straight for his phone, picking it up and dialing for voicemail as he takes a seat on his old mattress.

“Hey, Ed! Guess who.” Your soft laugh rings in his ears like the sweet reverb of a guitar. “Hey, uh, give me a call when you can. I got some good news! I want to hear your voice- Uh… Sorry, hope that isn’t weird, but, you know, I- I miss you, Rockstar. Anyway, yeah. Give me a call. You know the number. Beep.” The voicemail ends, and Eddie can’t help but feel as though his heart is going to break through his ribs and out his chest. You miss him. You want to hear his voice. You miss him.

Eddie quickly dials your number. Ring. Ring. Ring. The silence only heightens his anxiety. Shit, how long ago did you call? Were you even home? Was that from today or- “Hello?”

“Superstar!” Your laugh comes through the receiver, making quick work of a smile on Eddie’s face.

“Hey, Eddie.” Holy shit, he was going to burst. “You get my message?”

“Yes I sure did, beautiful. You miss me already?” As if he wasn’t dying without you by his side. He couldn’t see you, but he sure as hell felt your eyes roll.

“Shut up.” You pout. He could see the image of your face so clearly in his mind.

“What’s the good news?” He continues with a chuckle.

“Well, first off, I’m sorry I’ve been completely MIA for the last couple weeks. I genuinely had zero concept of time since you left.” Your confession causes his heart to grow painfully.

“It’s okay, love.” It wasn’t, but you were calling now, so the absence of you was completely erased.

“Besides that, I was finally able to play the demos we did for the band. Everyone loved what we did.” Your smile was evident in your voice. “We just presented the second draft of it to the big wigs this morning.” You pause for dramatic effect. “They also loved it.” Eddie cheers, jumping up from his seat position. He jumps up and down a couple times. He yells your name into the phone, causing you to laugh.

“That’s- Oh my god, that’s awesome!”

“Yes! I also told them about you, and you’re officially going to be listed and a writer and co-producer of the album!” Eddie feels like he’s going to faint. This is all too good to be true.

“You're kidding.” He sighs out in disbelief.

“Nope.” You drag out the ‘N’ in the word. “With 100% honesty.” Eddie lets out a shocked chuckle, speechless. “Speaking of album credits. We’re going to be having an album release party in Cali on the 15th. Will you come? All paid. You can invite friends, if you want.” As if he needed any convincing.

‘Yes! Of course! I’ll be there!” He falls backward onto his screeching bed. He sighs happily. “I can’t believe this is happening right now. You have no idea.” You chuckle.

“Trust me. I do, in fact, have an idea.” You both pause in a comfortable silence. “Hey, Eddie?” You know he’s still on the line, but you ask anyway.

“Yeah?”

“I-” The silence is loud and long, so much so that Eddie’s brows furrow, heart absolutely pounding in his chest.

“Superstar?” He pulls the phone away from his face, looking at it confused. “Angel? Hello?” He waits a few more seconds but is only met with more silence. He sits up. “What the fuck?” He puts the phone down in its base, hanging it up, before picking it back up, only to be met with silence instead of the usual dial tone. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He says, angrily slamming the phone down before throwing himself back on the back. Either the phone just so happened to break at the worst possible moment, or, more likely, the phone bill had gone unpaid for too long. Great, this was now going to eat him alive. What were you about to say?

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