#famous corroded coffin

[scoops-aboy86]

Here’s an out of the ordinary career option for Steve: teppanyaki chef. You know, the guys at Japanese hibachi restaurants that do the whole show of cooking your food right there at a big grill on the table and tossing food into people’s mouths and flipping their cooking implements like it’s no big. 

Inspired largely by the fact that I had teppanyaki earlier this week and the chef, in addition to flipping eggs into his hat and then onto his spatula to break them, was making shrimp fried rice and spelled “I” with the shrimp, “❤️” with the rice, and “U” either the veg and egg. 

Just picture Steve, in the goofy tall hat that does even fewer favors for his hair than the Scoops hat, doing that with the same goofy grin on his face as during the lightsaber handshake bit.

Maybe rockstar Eddie comes in with the band and an entourage one night. He notices Steve making silly faces back and forth with Robin (one of the bartenders or a seating host or something) across the room, and thinks it’s cute. He joins in making silly faces at Steve, who is *delighted* and 100% starts doing it back because usually the customers are too wrapped up in their own lives to notice. 

Robin is a little annoyed that her work buddy has been co-opted for the night, but once she gets a better look at Eddie she just rolls her eyes and laughs under her breath because he is definitely Steve’s type. Then her eyes move a fraction to the left and she notices Corroded Coffin’s manager, Chrissy Cunningham, and immediately goes 😍 for the rest of their stay.

Steve is supposed to spread his attention equally around the table, and he sort of does, but Eddie definitely gets more food tossed in his mouth than anyone else. Maybe he brought a date (possibly a groupie, possibly just someone willing to put out for a celebrity, he’d just sort of shrugged like “okay, sure” when they attached themself to him) for the evening that he’s totally ignoring, because as far as he’s concerned no one else is as interesting as the pretty chef. The date gets visibly more grumpy, which the rest of the band definitely notices, but they all just sort of roll their eyes and sigh because Steve is definitely Eddie’s type, sorry friend, don’t know what to tell ya. Eventually the date gets up saying they’re going to the bathroom, but they take their coat. It takes Eddie, like, half an hour to notice. 

And Steve keeps doing those little flippy things, like with his ice cream scoop and the nail bat, all. The. Time. It’s not even a gimicky restaurant thing, he’s just Like That. He says he can do it with anything and Gareth immediately produces drumsticks (I have never met a drummer who did not have drumsticks on them at all times, often even when another pair has been confiscated), and Steve takes about three seconds to figure out how to twirl them like a pro. Eddie is already removing a ring to propose. Chrissy makes some sort of comment about being in the color guard for marching band (in addition to cheerleading) and speculating whether Steve could spin a saber or rifle and he’s so confident he could do it that Eddie is like, “When is your next break, that could be our honeymoon baby” because he is going to eat this man alive. 

Suffice it to say, Steve ends the night with his dick sucked and within a week he’s gotten Chrissy’s number for Robin, who he’s been talking up incessantly. A month later, he puts Gareth in touch with Will about some sort of artistic commission that Gareth wants, which eventually leads to Will finally ending his pining over Mike streak. 

Steve has to formally apologize to Jeff and Doug for not having any more single friends to introduce them to, but he promises to keep an eye out. In the meantime, have they ever tried Purple Palm Tree Delight? Because he knows a guy…

[punkrockmlchael]

Will You Be My Valentine? - Corroded Coffin Version

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These boys have been on my mind lately and with the lovey holiday coming up I just had to take my opportunity hehe

Includes: Eddie, Jeff, Gareth and Grant (Freak) - also these are with gender neutral reader!

Warnings: Alludes to Sex in Eddie's (but no actual smut), Mentions of sickness in Grant's but I think that's all. This is all fluff. As I've stated before: These boys deserve more love than they receive and I am here to give it to them and feed you all with the fluff in the process woooo!

Eddie:

(Word Count: 258)

"Will you be my valentine?" Eddie asked as he laid on his back, catching his breath. You looked over at him, raising your eyebrow as your chest rose and fell in time with his.

"What?" You asked, still slightly out of breath.

"Will you be my valentine?" Eddie asked, moving his body closer to yours. He repositioned himself onto his side, looking at you as he left a soft kiss on your cheek. He pushed your hair out of your face before his hand trailed down your side, resting on your bare hip.

"Eddie," you giggled, looking at him. "I thought I already was your valentine?" You asked, caressing his face with your hand gently. "I mean, we're dating after all," you smiled, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Well, yes, we are dating." Eddie smiled, kissing your lips again. "But, I never formally asked you to be my valentine."

"Eddie, you don't need to ask me to be your valentine."

"Yes, I do." He argued, pulling your body closer to his. "And, besides, I wanted to ask you. So, tell me, baby. Will you be my valentine?" He asked, leaving some soft kisses on your neck.

You hummed softly, tilting your head to the side to give Eddie more access to your neck. "Yes, Eddie, I'll be your valentine." You smiled, closing your eyes. "Only if we can do this for Valentine's Day," you suggested.

Eddie smirked against your neck, kissing back up to your jawline. "That can be arranged, you know," he mumbled between kisses.

Jeff:

(Word Count: 262)

"Will you be my valentine?" Jeff asked you as you stood next to him at the stove, stirring the pot of homemade soup you two were making together. You looked up at him and tilted your head to the side gently.

"What?"

"Valentine's Day is next week." Jeff said matter of factly as he walked to the refrigerator to grab some parsley for the soup. "Will you be my valentine?"

You watched as he grabbed the parsley and shut the door of the fridge, walking towards the cutting board on the counter. "Jeff, honey, we're married." You reminded him as you placed the spoon you were using to stir the soup down.

"And?" He asked, beginning to chop up the fresh parsley for garnish on your soup.

"Well, I mean, isn't it kind of a given that we're going to be each other's valentines?"

"Oh, so, because we're married I can't ask you to be my valentine?" He said with a smile, looking up from the cutting board. "Maybe I have something special planned and I wanted to make sure you're free and still love me enough to be my valentine," Jeff said with a small chuckle.

"Definitely free for you always," you smiled, walking towards him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and left a soft kiss on his cheek. "And definitely still love you enough to be your valentine."

"So, will you be my valentine?" He asked, looking at you.

"Yes, honey, I will be your valentine." You nodded, leaning it to place a soft kiss on his lips.

Gareth:

(Word Count: 273)

"Will you be my valentine?" Gareth asked softly as he stood on your front porch with a bouquet of red roses.

You looked at him, smiling softly as you leaned against the door frame. "You want me to be your valentine?" You asked, smiling at the nervous boy in front of you.

"Yeah! I mean, uh, you know, we've been friends for a while and we've kind of been in this talking stage for so long that I thought, uh, maybe we could go out for Valentine's Day together?" Gareth suggested, shuffling awkwardly in front of you as his grip on the bouquet tightened. "You know, though, only if you want to," he added quickly.

"You mean like a date?"

"I, uh, yeah. A… a date,” Gareth replied, nodding slightly. “What, uh, what do you say?”

You smiled, stepping towards him. He extended the bouquet of roses towards you and smiled nervously. You took the bouquet from his hand carefully and brought it to your nose, sniffing the sweet smell of the bright red roses.

Gareth stood in his place, watching you with a nervous look as he awaited your answer to his questions.

"So," Gareth said softly, "uh, what do you say?"

"Yes," you smiled, stepping closer to him. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly, smiling more as you buried your head into his neck. "Of course I'll be your valentine; I thought you'd never ask."

Gareth smiled a really goofy smile as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his body. "I didn't think you'd say yes..." he mumbled softly. "But, I'm glad you did."

Grant (Freak):

(Word Count: 244)

"Will you be my valentine?" Grant asked before he sneezed into his arm. He groaned, sniffling slightly. You reached for the box of tissues on your bedside table and handed it to him, frowning slightly.

"Grant, baby, Valentine's Day is tomorrow and we're both sick," you mumbled, watching him take a tissue from the box. He shrugged, blowing his nose before he looked at you.

"So?"

"So, I'm just saying, we won't be able to really do anything fun for Valentine's Day, you know?" You asked before you coughed into your arm. You sighed and placed the box of tissues back on the bedside table before you fell back in bed against the pillows.

"Picture it," Grant mumbled, falling back beside you. "We make some chicken noodle soup and then we come back to bed and curl up next to each other and watch movies until we fall asleep into our cold medicine induced comas." He suggested, looking over at you with a weak smile.

You looked back at him and smiled slightly. "You're cute, even when you're so sick and just lying in bed, you're still so cute." You mumbled, closing your eyes. "But, yes, baby, I'll be your valentine. Maybe we can plan something fun when we're not sick."

"I'm always having fun as long as I'm with you," Grant mumbled before he closed his eyes as well, moving closer to you. "But, yeah, maybe a real date when we're not sick."

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[steddieas-shegoes]

pride's gonna be the death of you

for @corrodedcoffinfest popup event prompt 'pride'

rated t | 331 words | cw: implied drug use, implied drug addiction | tags: modern au, famous corroded coffin, angst with a hopeful ending

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his pride is what gets him in the end. it gets all of them.

they flew too close to the sun, didn't heed the warnings of their family and friends, let their fame get the best of them.

now eddie is trying to apologize to fans for something everyone but them saw coming. he has to suck it up and admit he fucked up, and they all fucked up, and they can't do something that was promised. he has to do all of it because he's the frontman, the leader, and it'll "look best coming from him."

he sits on a comfy chair that he doesn't deserve to sit in and radiates positive energy that he doesn't feel while a late night tv host helps him deal the blow that their world tour has been postponed indefinitely.

he gives the pre-approved reason-- the plan was too big for the budget, they have to go back to the drawing board-- and apologizes enough times that he almost starts to believe that this couldn't have been avoided. almost.

when he gets backstage, the guys have all texted him saying they're sorry he had to do it alone. he knows they are. it doesn't change the fact that they're watching on their couches and he's about to face a hellstorm of fans outside the backdoor.

his hired car is waiting on the other side of the door, past hundreds of fans who watched the interview live, who may be pissed or may believe the lies he told on camera.

security walks him to the car and he barely even registers the people snapping selfies that he barely poses for along the way. he thinks he signed autographs, but he doesn't have a sharpie mark on his middle finger like he usually gets.

he couldn't admit when things got to be too much, so now he has to suck up his pride.

he hopes the rehab facility is as nice as wayne says it is.

[keaganz]

@corrodedcoffinfest

My submission for the Corroded Coffin Fest Pop-Up: Spring Break

Promt; I Don't Do Shorts |Word count; 996 |Rating; Teen and Up |Relationship; Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson| CW; none| POV; Eddie| Tags; Famousish Corroded Coffin, Jeff being a little shit, Eddie being an awkward idiot, Platonic Stobbin, Famous Steve Harrington, Steve's stage name is Joe Keerry, Single parent Steve, Dustin is Steve's son, Steve Harrington has loving and involved parents, Movie set, Meet cute, Not mentioned but Steve is TransMasc

I Don't Do Shorts

“I'm not wearing shorts! No way! I refuse. I. Don't. Do. Shorts” Eddie made a cross motion with his arms before crossing his arms in front of his chest. He restrained from stomping his foot like a temper throwing toddler. He and his up and coming band Corroded Coffin had been asked to be extras in a B tire horror movie. They had spent the summer and fall touring with Ice Nine Kills as their opening act. It's through Spencer that they got asked by name to star in the movie.

“Come on Teddy” Jeff groans “The movie is called ‘Spring Reaper’ and is about college students getting killed during spring break in a haunted beach town! Shorts are what normal people wear, at the beach when it's warm. No one's gonna care about the milky white twings you're hiding”. Eddie's eyes widen when he sees the exact moment a light bulb goes off in Jeff's head.

“No, No don't Jeffrey, I swear!” He eyes the MUA, a mac presenting lesbian, the little flag on the lapel of her gilet is any indication, with a short lopsided red bob. The woman in question rolls her eyes.

“ I can conceal whatever porn related or disgusting tattoo you have on your calf or shin” She gives him an unimpressed through the mirror as Jeff starts laughing.

“Trust me, it's really well done. It's perfectly safe for work, it's just extremely embarrassing. For Eddie and utterly hilarious to the rest of us!” Eddie sputters as he flutters about the small trailer they are sharing. He looks at her tag before looking at her face.

“In my defence Robin, I was young and stupid!”

“You were nineteen, so that was only six years ago and you're still stupid. Don't forget in love! It's actually quite pathetic really, how you were gushing and fangirling all during your appointment ” He glares at his friend as he's overcome by laughter.

“Well come on Munson, show me what I need to cover up” Eddie nods as he mutters to himself before walking over. He fumbles with getting his signature handcuff belt open before dropping his jeans and turning his left leg towards her. Taking up most of his lower leg is a realistic life like portrait of ‘final girl’ actor Joe Keerry wearing his iconic Scoops Ahoy outfit he wore in the first movie that cemented his status as a ‘final girl’, ‘The slasher in Starcort Mall’.

He looks down at Robin as she pulls out her phone and quickly snaps a picture, biting her cheek to stop herself from dubbeling laughing. “This is … on another level Munson! And not what I was expecting. That really looks like Dinges! It even has his signature coife! I'm sorry but I'm not covering that up, people love Easter eggs and this is the Easterest of eggs ever! Wait, wait, wait! Oh my God! Final girl is about Dinges!”

Eddie blinks “What do you mean you're not going to cover it up?! And Dinges? You know Joe?! Oh Fuck me. That's…… fuck it! Of course you know him. …. I'm never going to live this down!” He plops down in the unoccupied makeup chair and hides his face in his hands and pulls at his hair. Jeff pats his shoulder in a comforting manner.

~

A few hours later as Eddie's standing in line for catering with Gareth and Grant they get ‘ambushed’ by four teenage boys. They talk over each other, each raising their voice to be heard. All Eddie catches is that they are fans. “Hey, hey! Take a breath, or two and lower your voices! I'm taking a guess and say you guys are fans”

“See! I told you that mum got them as extras!” One of the boys says with light brown curly hair and oddly enough what looks to be missing teeth. The tallest boy scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Mike, don't be a bitch. You're just as excited as we are” The dark skinned boy turns to Eddie with some adoration in his eyes. “Hi, we are really excited to meet you guys. We are big fans of your music and D&D podcast. I'm Lukas, that's Dustin, Mike and Will” He points out each boy, naming them. They excitedly engage with the teens about D&D, making him forget to ask about who Dustin's mother is, moving along the line and getting food.

Eddie is so engrossed in retelling one of their companies they've played while still in high-school he isn't aware of his friends going silent and looking at something behind him. It isn't until a voice interrupts him, a voice that's etched into his brain, a voice that stars in both dreams and fantasies.

“Hey, you little shits, what did I say about ambushing and bothering them? You off all people should know better, Dustin.”

Eddie slowly turns around, ‘please don't be a dream, please don't be a dream’ is blasting on repeat in his mind. But there behind him stands Joe Keerry, hands on his hips looking exasperated, wearing a ripped, bloody girls cheerleading outfit. It's a miracle he doesn't faint or get a nosebleed as the sudden rushing of his blood to his dick. He just stares at him, his brain going offline.

“Jezus Mom, we aren't!”

Eddie's brain jumps back online “Marry me Joe?!” His eyes go impossible wide as his brain catches up with his mouth. He's never wished for the ground to swallow him up more than this moment. He can hardly hear his friends laughing or the teens groaning over the sound of roaring blood in his ears.

“OK but I come with a son, a platonic soulmate, loving but nosey parents and two cats. My legal name is Steve, I had Dustin at fifteen and I want to see the tattoo ”

He blinked owlishly a few times before the shock wears off “ Yep ....... yeah I can do that, Stevie”

[immahereiguess]

the rockstar eddie /famous corroded coffin au worms go burr while I wait for the headlining band in this half covered outdoor venue.

[allthingssteddie]

Steve Harrington's room was a shrine to Corroded Coffin, with posters plastered on every inch of his wall. His friends had grown accustomed to his obsession, but even they had limits. "Dingus, we get it. You love Corroded Coffin. Can we please talk about something else?" Robin would say, exasperated.

But Steve couldn't help himself. He had discovered the band through Dustin, who had introduced him to their music as a way to rebel against his parents. At first, Steve had played their songs loudly, just to annoy his mom and dad. But as he delved deeper into their music, he became genuinely obsessed.

Eddie Munson's raw voice spoke to Steve on a deep level. He loved how the lead singer's lyrics seemed to capture how he felt. Steve felt seen and heard through Eddie's music, and he couldn't get enough of it.

As he lay in bed, surrounded by his Corroded Coffin posters, Steve would often find himself dreaming of Eddie. He'd imagine what it would be like to meet the lead singer, to talk to him about music and life and everything in between. And, if he was being completely honest with himself, Steve had even vowed to one day marry Eddie Munson. It was a crazy, impossible dream, but Steve couldn't help the way he felt.

On his 19th birthday Robin surprised Steve with tickets to Corroded Coffin's concert, and Steve was ecstatic. But what he didn't know was that Robin had also arranged for a backstage meet and greet with the whole band.

As they made their way backstage, Steve's nerves started to get the better of him. Eddie was smiling and chatting with fans. Steve was so nervous he was shaking. Robin just smiled and grabbed Steve's hand, leading him to the table where the band was sitting. Eddie looked up and smiled at Steve.

The only thing Steve could manage to say was, "Marry me?" The rest of the band members giggled at the sudden proposal.

Eddie's smile grew wider, and he looked at Steve with a serious expression. "Okay," he said, "I'll marry you."

“Wait what?”

[kitchen-spoon]

Steve who finishes hair school in Indianapolis then moves to LA because he wants to do hair for movies.

He can’t find a job on a film set right away so in an attempt to get closer to the industry he starts booking at home hair drying & styling through an app.

When he starts its mostly older rich ladies who book him before dinners with their husbands business partners or soirées with their girlfriends. It reminds him a bit too much of his own mother but he pushes that aside in hopes that one day he gives the right rich lady an at home blow out.

That day comes but it isn’t a rich lady. Instead cut to Chrissy manager of newly famous up and coming band corroded coffin, desperate and scrambling. It was the day the band was meant to be shooting their music video for their latest single but the hair stylist they booked called in sick that morning. Out of desperation Chrissy gets on the app and hires Steve. He has 4 stars and over 20 positive reviews and she is running out of options.

Steve sees the name chrissy and sees its for a music video and assumes he is going to be doing some fun bouncy youthful hair for an up and coming pop star. Imagine his shock when heavily pierced and tattooed lead singer of corroded coffin Eddie Munson sits down in his chair with his curly birds nest of hair. Steve does his job though, detangling and defining Eddie’s curls. Steve is even more shocked though, when it turns out Eddie is actually super sweet and…kind of charming? He might even be flirting?

Steve is unsure through the whole day and all of the touch ups he does. There is plausible deniability to all the light touches and brushing against one another that happens. Until the end of the day when Eddie comes to him looking frustrated. Instantly Steve’s stomach drops, he seemed happy with the style all day! If he didn’t like it why film a whole music video with it?

“Steve.” Eddie stops in front of him. “Look, I’m just gonna be blunt.”

Steve’s eyes go wide and he clears his throat, “uh, yeah sure go for it.”

“Am I an idiot who has been flirting with a straight guy all day?” Eddie asked.

All the air left Steve’s lungs, he couldn’t help the small wheeze that escaped him. “No you haven’t I- god Eddie.” Steve started giggling with relief, he even felt a little dizzy with it. “I’ve been trying to keep it together all day, thinking I was delusional and you were just really nice.”

“Oh,” it was Eddie’s turn to widen his eyes. Then a huge smile broke out in his face. “No delusions there, I was definitely flirting with you all day.” He paused taking one of his curls between his hands and separating it causing it to frizz. “And uh, would love to keep flirting with you over dinner tonight…if you’re interested?”

Steve smiled reaching forward taking the curl from Eddie. He began smoothing it back together and smiled warmly. “I’d love to.”

[hairmetal666]

Closing shifts at Scoops Ahoy are always boring, but Robin took off early to study and nobody is coming in for ice cream at 8pm on a school night in mid-winter. Steve's alone and has been for the last forty-five minutes, with no end in sight.

He's doing tricks with his scooper, counting how many times he can twist it through his fingers without dropping it (57 so far), when the most beautiful man Steve has ever seen, walks in. He's got long dark hair that falls in perfect curls around his shoulders; wide eyes the same deep brown of fresh, dark coffee; and the most perfect plump mouth.

Steve can't move, his head going fuzzy. His eyes catch on the man's chest--visible through the black mesh tank top he's wearing-- revealing tantalizing swirls of black ink and the glint of silver bars through each nipple. The guy also has on leather pants that cling to the line of his legs like a second skin.

Jesus. Steve just realized he's bi and the physical embodiment of his wet dreams walks into the store like it's nothing. He's going to die.

The man rushes to the counter, his eyes finally falling on Steve, and it's like his feet get caught on each other for a second before he struts forward. His face melts into this heart-stopping smile, bringing out the cutest set of dimples Steve has ever seen. This is it, Steve is done for, time of death, 8:06pm.

"Ahoy, sailor," the man says with a mischievous glint in those dark eyes.

He returns the smile and somewhere, somehow, finds the words to reply, "I think that's my line."

Steve leans towards the counter, but in doing so, drops the scooper hanging from his fingers. The metallic clatter is harsh against the tile, and blood rushes to his cheek. "Whoops," he mumbles. He ducks down to retrieve it, mentally kicking himself for his clumsiness.

The man's smile only grows, and now there's a faint flush across his pale cheeks. And fuck if Steve can't help but smile right back, to let their eye contact linger.

"What can I get you?" He asks. His voice is way too low for regular customer service, and if he flutters his eyelashes too--well, that's between him and the USS Butterscotch.

"I know this is ridiculous. It's late and it's starting to snow," the man says. He leans over the counter. "But I need a strawberry shake to go."

"Strawberry shake, good choice," Steve nods. "Coming right up."

They don't stop looking at each other or smiling as he blends up the drink, and when he hands the cup over, their fingers brush, linger, both their faces staining red.

"How much do I owe you?" he asks.

Steve shakes his head. "On the house."

"You really know how to charm a guy, sailor-boy."

"Maybe I'm hoping to see you again."

"Depends," the man says. His smile widening, his dimples getting somehow deeper.

"On?"

"How good this shake is." He winks.

Steve thinks he might burst into flame before the man can taste the drink, but then the guy glances at his watch and curses. "Sorry, sweetheart, I gotta run. Been a pleasure, sailor."

And with that, he runs from the store, strawberry shake clutched in his long-fingered grasp.

Steve collapses against the counter, burying his face in his hands. He's not ever gonna recover from that.

---

Eddie's guitar is in his lap, his melted strawberry shake at his side. He can't get the guy from the ice cream shop out of his head.

Fuck, he had all that perfect hair under that silly little hat; his face dotted with cute little moles and freckles; eyes that flashed from honey to gold to green flecked hazel; and the poutiest, most perfect lips ever had Eddie seen. Not to mention how he looked bent over in those itty bitty shorts. Shit, if he isn't totally done for.

He can't stop smiling.

That is until a guitar pick hits him right in the forehead, dragging his attention back to his surroundings.

"Earth to Eddie," their manager, Chrissy, says. "You go on in ten minutes."

"Don't tell me you didn't get the stupid shake." Gareth shakes his head.

"No, I got it. Not to worry."

"Then what's up with you?" Jeff asks.

Eddie can't help the huge, stupid smile that illuminates his face.

"There was a guy," Eddie sighs.

Chrissy and his bandmates share a look. "Let me guess," Gareth says. "You walked in and he was like 'Oh, Mr. Munson. Let me get you ice cream, let me suck your dick. Oooh, you're so hot. Corroded Coffin is my favorite band.'"

"C'mon, no. I don't even think he knew who I was."

At one point, that would've bothered him. But now, after five years of hooking up with dudes who were only interested in famous Eddie Munson, he likes that the guy from the ice cream parlor seemed totally oblivious. That, when his eyes lit up with interest, it was for genuine attraction and not name recognition.

"Did you get his number?" Chrissy asks.

He slumps. "No."

His friends all groan. Another guitar pick flies at him, getting caught up in his curls.

"Well, you'll go back tomorrow. Now get your head in the game, Munson! You have a sold out stadium to play!"

---

"I'm not kidding you, Robs, he was the hottest guy I've ever seen. I didn't even know dudes could be that beautiful."

"Uh-huh," she says.

"You're not even listening." He jabs her in the ribs, making her squeak.

"Sorry, sorry," she bats his hands away. "Describe him again?"

And he does, leaving nothing out. Once he's done, Robin is gaping at him, gum about to fall out of her open mouth.

"What?"

She grabs his wrist, dragging him out of the store.

"Robin, what are you doing? We're supposed to be working!"

She doesn't answer, just hauls him to the record store down the hall.

"Was it this guy?" She asks. She's out of breath.

"What?"

"Steve! Was it him?" She gestures to a new release display and it's Steve's turn for speechlessness.

He's surrounded of images of the man from last night; on magazines, CDs, cassettes, on a couple posters hanging on display. He's with a couple of other guys, they're in a band called Corroded Coffin, but all Steve can see is deep brown eyes and plush lips, the bright dimples.

"Well?" Robin demands.

"Yeah," he nods. "That's him."

"Oh my god!" Robin screams. She grabs his arm and squeezes. "You flirted with Eddie Munson! Steve! You minx!"

"It was nothing," he blushes. "He's probably got someone already, anyway. I mean, look at him."

Robin makes a little face. "There are some rumors, but nothing serious."

"It was a nice dream," he says. He gives her a little smile. "Now, let's get back to work."

She loops her arm through his. "Whatever you say, dingus."

---

It's been a long day of slinging ice cream. Maybe Robin's revelation that the cute guy from the night before was an insanely famous rockstar is to blame, but Steve is exhausted.

"Hey, dingus!" Robin calls from the front.

"Yeah?" he mumbles.

"Some guy is here for you. He looks a lot like Eddie Munson."

She's not even finished with her sentence before Steve is vaulting back behind the counter, coming face-to-face with the man of his dreams.

Eddie's gorgeous, his face already flushed a faint pink. And just like the night before, Steve can't help but smile at the man before him, who dimples up immediately in return.

He forgets that Robin is there until she says, "Go get 'em, tiger," and snaps him in the chest with a towel.

With Robin gone, they still don't say anything for a second, both smiling and blushing and staring at each other.

"So, uh, I guess you're wondering why I'm back today."

"That's easy," Steve says. "It was the best strawberry milkshake you ever had."

Eddie laughs with his head back and Steve is stuck staring at the long lines of his throat.

"Well, it was the best, no question. Made me realize I was a fool not to ask for your number."

Somehow Steve's smile grows. He jots his name and number on a Scoops napkin, passing it to Eddie who does the same, before carefully ripping the paper in half.

"We're still on tour for the next three months, but I'll call you when I can?"

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Talk soon, sweetheart," Eddie leans into Steve's space, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Steve still has a hand resting on the spot when Robin re-emerges.

"Oooh, you've got it sooo bad," she sing-songs.

He's so happy, he can't even bother to shush her.

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Corroded Coffin has a new album out. It's a huge hit, number ones across the board, a fixture on MTV. It's full of heavy metal love songs, sales bolstered by the rumors that Eddie's been in a secret relationship for years.

They're at the Grammys, nominated for Best Metal Performance. The band has moved on down the red carpet, but Eddie's still answering questions, their assistant waiting with him. The interviewer asks Eddie, "There's a lot of speculation about your romantic life because of this album. There are rumors that the song 'Sailor Boy' is in reference to how you met your lover. Will you tell fans about the person you're dating, the one who inspired the album?"

"No," Eddie smiles for the camera. "But oh, do I love the way he moans," he sings a lyric of the song in question before giving the interviewer a lascivious wink, and continuing on down the carpet.

Years later, after Eddie and Steve are comfortably out and married and Corroded Coffin has cemented themselves in metal history, the video of that interview will be uploaded to YouTube.

It's obvious, now, the way Eddie and Steve, the "assistant", gravitate towards each other. How Steve flushes a pretty crimson that spreads below the collar of his shirt as Eddie sings. The way Eddie smirks at him with a raised eyebrow. The way his hand cradles the small of Steve's back as they walk away together.

It causes a frenzy online, fans compiling blog posts and videos of moments of Steve and Eddie being totally obvious about being in love before the world knew that they were.

Eventually, Steve posts a photo to the band's webpage. It's of him and Eddie at Scoops Ahoy. He's wearing his uniform, and Eddie is in a faded Metallica t-shirt and ripped jeans. They stand at the counter with their arms around each other, smiling hard, eyes locked. He captions it with, "putting the sailor boy allegations to rest."

[sweetcreaturetm]

Currently picturing Steve enabling wannabe rockstar Eddie and when they do little shows he helps him with the eyeliner and makeup and maybe a little glitter and tells him how sexy and metal he looks. When they take off he gets his own makeup person and Steve still always tells him how hot he looks before and after the shows.

CC is doing a big reunion tour and they’re doing an interview and the interviewer shows them old ass pics of their old shows and Eddie’s eyes bug out of his head and he’s like ‘y’all let me go out there like this?!’

And they’re like ‘yeah Steve would do your makeup and you were so stupid in love you couldn’t see that he did a terrible job.’

And he gets all doe eyed like he’s remembering when Steve would do his makeup and says ‘well I don’t think it’s that bad… It’s the thought that counts!’

Of course the CC fandom knows Steve so they go feral about him doing Eddie’s early makeup. When Eddie gets home it’s to Steve with his arms crossed. ‘You thought I did a bad job at your makeup 🥺’

And Eddie’s like ‘no baby, I didn’t mean it like that I promise.’ Basically groveling even though he knows Steve is probably joking.

Steve says ‘okay I forgive you…….. if you let me do your makeup for your next show 👹’

And the first show of the tour Steve does Eddie’s makeup like he used to and the fans go crazy when he comes out and they even chant Steve’s name.

[scoops-aboy86]

wc: 647 | Rating: T | CW: mentions of infidelity, technically hurt no comfort because I haven’t written the part where they make up | Additional Tags: future fic, famous Eddie Munson, past Steddie

Okay, look. The tv was on in the background, and Ross and Rachel were breaking up, and this happened in my head. I’m posting it for Fuck It Friday because fuck it. The only thing getting me through life right now is cough drops.

part 2

Hell of a Time at the Wake

“Yeah, haven’t had a drink or touched any drugs in five years, as of last month.”

“Oh wow, so that’s from before Corroded Coffin made it big.” The interviewer chuckles. “Usually it’s the fame and rehab that come first.”

“I prefer to think of myself more as regionally notorious, but sure. Never did the rehab thing, though.”

“Well, what’s the story there?”

Behind their frontman, the rest of the band shares a look. “Oh, we don't need to—” 

“Nah, Jeff, it’s okay man.” Eddie waves them off, then turns back to the interviewer. “Back before we hit the road to make a name for ourselves, I was seeing someone back home. I mean, the someone. The one. But we kept having this same… not really a fight, just this thing: I wanted to leave town, they didn’t. And then finally we had this huge blowout about it that started as something else and somehow turned into that again, which turned into both of us storming off. They went home, and I went out and got completely shitfaced, and in the morning I woke up with someone whose name I didn’t even know in bed with me.”

The interviewer winces. 

“Yeah. And when you do something shitty like that, it’s going to come out sooner or later. Or pretty much immediately, in this case, which.” Eddie grimaces and shrugs. “Well, it gave us something else to fight about, that’s for sure. I knew I’d fucked up bad, but it took hours of back and forth before I realized that we were done done. Trust completely obliterated, no way to come back or move on from that, just… over.”

There’s a pause where he stares off into space for a moment, stuck on a memory. Then he shakes himself and refocuses. 

“Anyway, at some point during my doomed attempt to salvage things, I swore I’d never have another drink ever again. Which, the being drunk of it all wasn’t really the problem, so saying that didn’t buy me anything, but… even after it ended, I didn’t. I’d been so fucked up that night, and it wasn’t the booze so much as the fear of it being over that made me a one man self-fulfilling prophecy—but I hurt someone I loved more than anything, and I never wanted let myself get that fucking stupid again, so. I haven’t. And honestly, I sleep better knowing that.”

“Wow.” The interviewer is staring at him, stunned. Probably doesn’t get a lot of this sort of thing, not just because of all the wild rockstars and other celebrities that come on the show with stories about trashed hotel rooms and wild parties, but because Eddie is being honest. 

It’s not something he talks about… ever, really. Not even with the guys. But, after five years, it doesn’t hurt the same. It’s not even for St—

It’s not for his ex anymore, if it ever was. 

“Why would it be weird?” Gareth is saying. “We have a built in DD, that’s always great. And Eddie doesn’t give us shit for anything, he’s just honest when we ask if anything was too out of hand. It’s a good reality check.”

“And like,” Doug adds, “he’ll still come out with us to clubs and shit to hang out. But if he says he doesn’t want to drive us to a bar it’s not some passive aggressive or superiority thing because we drink and he doesn’t; he’d really just rather fuck off and do something else.”

“Gee, thanks,” Eddie says dryly, but he’s smirking. 

Doug flashes him finger guns, the fucking dork. “You’re welcome, asshole.”

And the interview moves on. These guys have been Eddie’s friends even longer than they’ve been his bandmates, and the four of them are solid. If the gossip vultures out there want something to pick at, they’ll have to find a different target. 

part 2

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And then someone shows Steve the interview and he asks Robin for Eddie’s number, and they talk for the first time in years and end up falling back in love, but that’s the hard to write part so this is what you get. Xoxo

[punkrockmlchael]

We Listen and We Don't Judge - Corroded Coffin Version

Masterlist | Corroded Coffin Masterlist

Ask and you shall receive! Here is a blurb for "we listen and we don't judge..." for each of the Corroded Coffin boys in one spot!

Thank you @iitsmandii for the original request, here are all the boys in one spot for you! Including a different one for Eddie as well! + thank you to @keeryhours and @the-witty-pen-name for helping me with some of these smooches. Imagine reader & rockstar!Gareth (or Eddie, your pick) doing the 'We Listen & We Don't Judge' trend on tik tok & people watch it, expecting hot gossip between the couple but it's just super sweet & wholesome the entire time.

Modern AU ; Includes: Eddie, Jeff, Gareth and Grant (Freak) - also these are with gender neutral reader!

Warnings: This is really just fluff. These boys deserve more love than they receive and I am here to give it to them and feed you all with the fluff in the process woooo!

Eddie:

(Word Count: 334)

"We listen and we don't judge," you and Eddie spoke simultaneously as you looked at your phone that was propped up on the table in front of you.

"You first," Eddie smiled.

"Oh, god." You mumbled, looking at your boyfriend. "Okay, well, the truth is when we first started talking I didn't really like metal music. I had no idea who you were talking about when you mentioned different bands so I actually lied and played along with it because I really wanted to impress you... after our first date I went home and listened to all the bands you had mentioned and now I'm hooked on them and your music." You admitted nervously.

"You mean to tell me you had never listened to Metallica until we started dating?" Eddie asked, eyes widening at your confession.

"Metallica, Iron Maiden, Megadeth, Black Sabbath... the list goes on," you mumbled.

Eddie placed a hand on his heart and gasped, looking at you. "You're wounding me, my love."

"Hey, we listen and we don't judge..." you muttered, looking at Eddie.

"You're right, I suppose..." Eddie replied, looking at you. "Speaking of music, I actually wrote you an entire album worth of songs; each time I show you a new Corroded Coffin Song it's actually just a song that I wrote for you. I'm just making sure you like it." Eddie smiled, looking at you. "And if you hate it, I usually say that Jeff wrote it, but, it was me."

"You've never once told me Jeff has written a song that you've shown me."

"That's because you haven't hated one yet." Eddie nodded.

“So, the moment I hate a song that you wrote for me… it’s Jeff’s fault?”

“Yeah, but don’t tell him I said that.”

“Eddie, he’s going to see this video…”

Eddie looked up at your phone and shrugged, “ah, whatever.” He smiled, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. “Luckily for him I’m a master song writer.”

You smiled at him, “you sure are.”

Jeff:

(Word Count: 333)

"We listen and we don't judge," you and Jeff spoke simultaneously as you looked at your phone that was propped up on the table in front of you.

"You first," you smiled, turning towards your boyfriend.

Jeff sighed, looking at you with a slight raised eyebrow. "Okay, well... do you remember when I gave you that ring for Christmas and it wasn't the right size? That's because I had originally bought you a necklace and there was some sore of mix up at the jewelry store. But, when I saw how excited you were to receive the ring I didn't have the heart to tell you that the store messed up."

You giggled softly, looking at the ring on your hand. "Is that why you were so quick to take it to get resized for me?" You asked, Jeff nodded slightly, looking away from you.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"Hey, it's perfectly okay. I love the ring and, more importantly, I love you." You smiled, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

Jeff blushed softly at the kiss and smiled at you. "I feel like you're judging... isn't this we listen and we don't judge?"

"You're right. Uh, oh!" You said, laughing slightly as you looked at him. "Speaking of gifts... remember that guitar I had custom made for you?" Jeff looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah..."

"Well, I actually had the guys pick your brain about what you like in your guitars and what you might dislike so that I was able to give you the best gift ever." You smiled softly.

"Now that you mention it, they were asking me so many random questions about guitars... especially Eddie, and I thought he should know what he's talking about!"

You blushed, smiling more. "I just wanted to make sure your guitar was perfect ok?" 

"Baby, any gift you give me is already perfect because it's from you." Jeff smiled, placing a soft and sweet kiss on your lips.

Gareth:

(Word Count: 311)

"We listen and we don't judge," you and Gareth spoke simultaneously as you looked at your phone that was propped up on the table in front of you.

"You first," Gareth smiled, leaning back in his seat. He looked at you, waiting for you to speak.

"Oh, gosh, okay," you said softly. "Let's see... oh! Do you, uh, do you remember that teddy bear you got me before you went on your first tour?" Gareth nodded, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Well, before you leave for tour or before you go off on your writing trips for a weekend or week I tend to... spray that teddy bear with your cologne so it smells like you when you're gone." You admitted, blushing a small shade of pink.

"You spray a teddy bear with my cologne so it smells like me?" He asked, smiling at you. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. "You make yourself a Garebear for when I'm gone?"

"Hey! We listen and we don't judge," you pouted, looking up at your boyfriend.

"Darling, I can't even judge. Because I do the same thing with your body spray before I leave." Gareth replied, looking down at you.

"Really?" 

"Yeah, but instead I just steal one of your hoodies so that I can wear it when I'm sleeping. Feels like a hug from you even when we're in different timezones." He smiled, placing a soft kiss on your head. 

"You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?"

Gareth smiled, shaking his head. "No; I just make sure to steal a hoodie you won't seem to notice is gone." 

You smiled, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. "That's really sweet," you mumbled against his lips.

"I know." Gareth smiled, kissing you again.

Grant (Freak):

(Word Count: 370)

"We listen and we don't judge," you and Grant spoke simultaneously as you looked at your phone that was propped up on the table in front of you.

You smiled and turned towards your boyfriend, “you first.”

Grant groaned and rolled his eyes, a small smile appearing on his face as he looked at you. “Okay, fine. Uh, remember when we first started dating and you came over to my house for dinner?” You raised an eyebrow slightly, nodding as you remembered that night. “Okay, the truth is… I didn’t really make that dinner,” he admitted, blushing slightly. “Jeff actually came over before you did and helped make it because I wanted to make a good first impression on you.”

You giggled softly, crossing your arms over your chest and you moved closer to Grant. “I thought that mac and cheese we had at Jeff’s recently tasted familiar. And that explains why you won’t cook for me anymore.”

“Yeah, well,” Grant started, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “I really wanted to make a good first impression on you because well, uh, you’re hot... and really sweet and I wasn't entirely sure you would like me so I pretended to be good at cooking for you..."

“Huh," you smiled, looking at Grant.

"Hey, we listen and we don't judge." He muttered, looking at you.

"Yeah, you're right." You nodded. "Well, speaking of when we first started dating... I lied when I said I didn't know anything about Dungeons and Dragons; I used to play all the time with my friends in high school. But, you seemed so excited to teach me that I just pretended to not know anything." You admitted, looking at Grant.

"You lied to me?"

"Well, I fibbed so that I could spend more time with you!" You argued, a smile forming on both of your lips.

"That explains how you caught on so quickly," he smiled, leaning in for a soft kiss. "And, how you're able to kick any opponent's ass when playing." Grant added, leaning in for another kiss.

"You're not mad?" You asked, smiling after the repetitive kisses.

"I fed you some other guy's mac and cheese; I think we might be even."

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[steviesbicrisis]

Prologue

Gareth is in charge of the Corroded Coffin official TikTok account, he's playing Fuck Marry Kill with the three random celebrities filters and trying to make the other guys join as well.

When it's Eddie's turn, he's having none of it until he sees the three celebrities on top of his head.

He has no clue who these people are, but the one in the middle? Eddie is sure he's going to marry him someday.

Eddie has yet to find out that the guy is none other than baseball player Steve Harrington, 1/3 of the "Ladykiller Trio", currently playing for the Yomiuri Giants. In Japan.

And when things get too complicated for Eddie's liking, thankfully he has Gareth on his side.

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[hello-sweetheart]

Fame and Fortune

Do you dream of glory? Crowds of thousands all adoring beneath you. The roaring cheers echoing in the arena. Countless of small white lights held up like beacons creating a sea of waving stars all for you. Breathless exhilaration has your chest heaving, skin glistening and damn. To feel like a god: never ending, eternal.

What would you be willing to do to get it?

What are you willing to sacrifice for fame?

Who are you prepared to lose?

Could the love of millions be worth the love of one?

——

[Backstage: Corroded Coffin Global Tour-Los Angeles, Ca]

Eddie is pacing, more than just pre-show nerves numb his hands. His cigarette burns quickly, ash falling on the carpeted floor, but no amount of nicotine filled lungs will fix this. Gareth, his drummer and long time friend, is watching him pace, eyes pleading.

“Is it worth it, Eddie?

We all got what we wanted; why are we miserable? You can’t lie to me, we all feel it. I see it in everyone, even you! You haven’t been the same since—“ He receives a withering glare from the frontman and sighs, speaking softer.

“I miss mom and my little sister. It’s been so long since I’ve seen them… I’m no longer drawn in her crayon family portraits, did you know that? Does Anne even remember me, anymore?

How can you keep going like this and expect us to do the same? I’m grateful—I really am—for you. You got us where we are now, a fantasy that we never even dreamed would become reality. It was amazing, I’m glad I got to experience it all with you, but I’m tired. I’m so tired guys.

I just want to go home.”

The long drag he takes burns his throat,

“Look, we’re all tired, I get it. Really, I do, this tour has been… particularly grueling I’ll admit, but come on. This is our last show, the big finale! We’ll give them all we got and then we’ll be able to take a break to freshen up before doing what we do best: creating kick ass music.

Like always. You’ll feel better after this, we always do after the last show—“

Gareth cuts him off, his patience clearly stretched thin.

“No, Eddie, listen to me! It’s different this time. I’m happy with the money we’ve made, we all have enough to live comfortably and I’ve been thinking that, you know, it’s time to settle down. I can’t do that if I’m always working. This, the band, it doesn’t… it doesn’t make me happy anymore.”

Jeff stands and his imposing figure makes Eddie pause from wearing a path into the floor.

“He’s not the only one, man. Im sorry, but its killing me. We don’t expect you to give it up either, you can keep the band name, find new members, keep signing… But for us? We can’t keep going, man. This is the end of the line.”

‘Not him too. Fuck. Fuck!’

“No! What am I—I’ve given up too much for this, you can’t just, fucking, bail on me!” This band, playing with his friends, it’s become his entire world. He’s lost too much to get here.

“Woah, woah, hey! No one fucking told you to and you know it. We’ve always had your back no matter what, but anything you chose to do is on you. Not us. The least you could do is extend us the same fucking curtesy and respect the fact that we’re fucking done with this bullshit.”

His gaze is venom as he looks at band, Grant and ‘Freak’ silent but agreeing with the rest. They refuse to meet his gaze.

“Fine. Do whatever you want.” He turns and leaves. They’ll be starting in 15 minutes.

Fucking cowards. Ungrateful bastards.

A memory plays in his head. Brief and intrusive. The voice of someone long gone from his life rings in his mind.

“I’ve missed you, Ed. Are you done at the studio, yet? When are you coming home?”

“Steve, this is important. You know this. I’ll be pulling a few more all nighters here—this album has to be perfect, baby.”

A crackling sigh is barely audible through the phone.

“I know, I know. I’m just being selfish. I’m sorry. Miss waking up to you next to me.”

“Miss you too, baby. You’re my world you know. Love you more than anything.”

“More than music?” It’s a timid question.

“Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he’s the only one to laugh into the receiver.

“Right… night, Eddie.”

“Wait, Stev—“ fuck. It was only joke. Whatever, he’ll apologize tomorrow.

Right now, he has music history in the making.

[allthingssteddie]

Eddie Munson the lead singer of Corroded Coffin, thought fame would bring him happiness. Instead, he feels suffocated by the loneliness of the music scene. His secret escape is writing fanfiction about himself and Steve Harrington, his celebrity crush.

Unbeknownst to Eddie, Steve has had a huge crush on him since seeing Corroded Coffin perform live with dustin. When Dustin shares a fanfiction about Eddie and Steve, he's hooked. Steve creates an account and starts commenting on Eddie's stories, and they begin messaging each other.

As they exchange messages, their connection deepens, and they start sharing their hopes, dreams, and insecurities. But when they finally meet in person, they're shocked to discover each other's true identities.

Despite the initial awkwardness, they can't deny their attraction. As they navigate the challenges of their high profile careers and the scrutiny that comes with it, they must confront their own fears and doubts to make their relationship work.

[kitchen-spoon]

Recently found out the house in the Slipknot duality music video was actually a fans house. they gave the band permission to film their music video there and have a mob of people destroy it.

Now imagine Dustin being a huuuuuge corroded coffin fan and hearing the band is going back to their hometown Hawkins. They are looking for a house to film one of their music videos in. Issue is they want to trash the place and invite all their fans to do it with them. In comes Steve who was given his parents mansion but left Hawkins years ago. The house has been sitting and rotting for almost decade. Naturally Dustin BEGS Steve to let them use his house so Dustin can meet the band and of course do them the honour. After weeks of pestering from Dustin and forced googling by Robin, Steve agrees. And its definitely not because he has a giant crush on the lead guitarist Eddie Munson.

Months later the band come to Hawkins and Dustin’s dreams come true. He, Steve, and Robin all get to be in the video. And once Eddie hears about the circumstances of the house (through some over sharing on Dustin’s part) he insists Steve be the one to at least kick the door in and destroy his old bedroom. Steve is nervous though so Eddie is given the camera and they go alone.

Steve leaves the shoot that day with years of repressed anger and resentment relieved as well as the phone number of a famous rockstar.

Dustin never shuts up about being the reason they are together.