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[punkrockmlchael]

Comfort After Loss of a Loved One - Corroded Coffin Version

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I must say this is just a self insert for me to help myself cope with the recent loss in my family due to various declining health issues. That being said, I really wanted to not only write this for me but also share this incase it helps anyone else in any way, shape or form. I love you and you're never alone through anything.

Includes: Eddie, Jeff, Gareth and Grant (Freak) - all x gn!reader

Warnings: Major Content Warning for loss of loved one/family member (grandparents specifically), other than that it's just the Corroded Coffin Boys trying to give comfort the best they possibly can

Eddie:

(Word Count: 260)

“Darling,” Eddie said softly, walking towards the couch. “How are you feeling?” He asked quietly, taking a seat next to you. You hummed in acknowledgment, looking up at him with red, watery eyes.

You shrugged slightly, sighing as you leaned back against the couch. “She’s gone, Eddie,” you said softly, closing your eyes as more tears threatened to leave your eyes. “My grandma is gone,” you added quietly.

“I know, sweetheart,” Eddie said softly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders tightly. “And I’m so sorry,” he mumbled as he pulled you closer to his body. He held you close, nuzzling his face into your hair gently. “I know nothing I say will bring her back, but, I want you to know that I’m here for you,” he mumbled into your hair.

You sighed in reply, not having many words left to speak.

“And, if and when you want to talk about it, I am here for you.” Eddie added, leaving a soft kiss on your temple. “Or, if you just want to cry, let it out, baby. I’ll sit here and hold you and wipe your tears.”

You looked up at him and sniffled slightly, a small smile appearing on your face as he wiped away the tears on your cheeks. “Thank you,” you sighed, resting your head on his chest. “I think I just want to sit here, though, if that’s okay.”

“Of course, baby,” Eddie nodded, leaving a kiss on your head as his grip on you tightened gently. “I’m here if and when you want to talk.”

Jeff:

(Word Count: 273)

You rolled over in bed slightly, tightening your grip on the teddy bear your grandmother had given you when you were a child. You sighed softly, closing your eyes as more tears welled up in your eyes.

“I can’t believe she’s gone,” you mumbled to yourself, pulling the teddy bear closer to your grip.

Jeff walked into the bedroom and looked up at you, frowning slightly. He moved towards the bed, laying behind you gently. He wrapped his arms around your waist carefully, pulling you closer to his body. “Hi, baby,” he mumbled, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek.

You glanced up at him with a frown. “Hi, Jeff,” you mumbled quietly.

“How’re you doing?”

You shrugged, rolling towards him. You nuzzled your face into his chest, sighing softly. “Not great,” you replied truthfully. “I miss her,” you added, holding the teddy bear tighter.

“I know you do, baby,” he whispered, running his fingers through your hair. “But I know she’s so proud of you for everything you’ve done and she’ll be watching over you every step of the way,” he added, kissing your forehead gently.

You sniffled slightly, looking up at him. “Really?”

Jeff looked down at you, smiling slightly. “Really. She’s so proud of the person you’ve become and I know she’ll continue to watch you and cheer you on through everything.”

You smiled a little, moving closer to him. “Thank you,” you said softly.

Jeff smiled, holding you close to him. His fingers continued to run through your hair and up and down your back gently and lovingly. “I’m here for you, baby,” he said softly. “Now and always.”

Gareth:

(Word Count: 289)

“Baby,” Gareth said softly, walking into your bedroom. “I brought you your favorite for dinner,” he added, sitting next to you on the bed. You glanced up at him and shrugged, looking back at the television.

“I’m not hungry,” you replied softly.

“You need to eat something, please,” he pleaded, moving closer to you. “For me?”

“I’m not hungry, Gareth,” you replied, looking at him. “I just, I feel pretty numb and I don’t want to do anything. It feels so weird. I’m sad and just feel… empty,” you sighed. “I didn’t have the greatest relationship with my grandpa but I still miss him now that he’s gone.”

“I know,” he nodded, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Grief is weird. It’s strange and can come on quickly with no warnings. But, I’m here to help you the best I can.” Gareth looked at you, his fingers drawing circles on your shoulder. “How can I help you right now in this current moment?”

You shrugged, leaning closer to him. “I think I just need you to sit here with me,” you replied, looking up at him. He nodded, leaving a soft kiss on your head.

“I can do that, baby,” he smiled softly, leaving more kisses on your face gently. “I’ll sit here with you and leave as many kisses as I can and listen to you talk if you want to. When you’re hungry, dinner is waiting for us,” he added, kissing across your cheeks gently.

A small smile formed on your lips as a soft giggle escaped your lips. “Thank you,” you said softly, leaving a kiss on his lips. “I appreciate you more than you know.”

Gareth smiled, holding you close. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Grant (Freak):

(Word Count: 259)

“It’s so weird,” you sighed, walking through your grandpa’s old house. “I can’t believe he’s gone,” you mumbled, picking up a picture frame from the shelf. You looked it over, smiling at the picture of your grandpa and you as a child.

Grant stood beside you looking over your shoulder slightly, smiling at the picture in your hands. “Is that you?” He asked, motioning towards the picture. “I’d recognize that smile anywhere.” He nodded, wrapping his arms around your shoulder.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “That was the day we took a family trip to the zoo. I really wanted to see the giraffes and my grandpa made sure that was the first thing we did that day.” You smiled, remembering that day. “It’s weird that I won’t make any new memories with him now,” you sighed, setting the picture down.

“You may not be able to make any new memories,” Grant said softly, placing a kiss on your temple. “But, you get to remember all the memories you already made, right?”

You looked up at Grant and smiled a little, “I guess you’re right,” you said softly, wrapping your arms around him.

“Yeah, so, tell me,” Grant smiled, looking at the other pictures on the shelf. “What kind of memories do these pictures hold?”

You smiled, looking over the pictures on the shelf. “Too many memories, how much time do you have?” You asked, looking at him.

“I could listen to you talk forever,” he mumbled, kissing your head again. “I have all the time in the world for you.”

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[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…

[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”

[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.

[immahereiguess]

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

[hairmetal666]

Scandal follows Eddie Munson wherever he goes. He doesn't mean for it to, it just does. And, like, sure, he should've known that cavorting with a bunch of topless models in a hot tub in a chalet in the Swiss Alps was a bad idea, but 1) he's gay and 2) even if he wasn't, does anyone really care if a rockstar has an orgy these days?

Well, it turns out that they do. They do so much, in fact, that he hasn't known a moment's peace since the photos leaked. Every time they go outside, they're mobbed. Their socials are a disaster zone.

Chrissy, Jeff, Gareth, and Freak are sick of his shit, worried that this will ruin the world tour, which doesn't make any sense. All publicity is good publicity, right?

Anyway, he's not surprised when he, Chrissy, and the rest of the band are whisked away in a fancy car with dark-tinted windows, thinks they're about to fly home for a break. And honestly? Good riddance to Europe.

Imagine his surprise when he exits the car mere feet away from the sun soaked Mediterranean.

"Oh no. No, no, no." He says, trying to force his way back into the sedan.

"Oh, yes." Chrissy links her arm with his. "You need to lay low for a few days and this was the best I could manage on short notice."

He glares. "You know I hate boats."

"You do not," Gareth accuses.

"You're just mad at facing consequences for your actions," Jeff adds.

"I didn't do anything!" He wails.

Freak pulls out his phone, reads, "Munson, 26, has always been open about being gay, out of the closet since Corroded Coffin's first gig. Now, though, his sexuality is in question. Multiple women have come forward to claim they slept with the rockstar. And, while many of the women in the photo have said that Munson was 'deeply uninterested' in them, the fact remains that his antics are more Motley Crue than Troye Sivan."

Eddie groans up at the sky. "Why would I be anything like Troye Sivan!? I'm in a heavy metal band! And he's around boobies all the time! Honestly, has no one been to a rave?"

"Not since the 90's." Chrissy smiles brightly, continues up the dock.

"I'm never forgiving any of you for this."

"It's a luxury yacht, Eddie. You'll survive," Gareth says.

He very bravely does not point out that he's wearing black jeans and an over-sized black hoodie and black platform Doc Martens, so obviously he's not the type of person equipped for any kind of boat.

The conversation ends but only because, when they get up to the main deck and the crew waiting for them, he sees the most beautiful man in the world. Artfully messy sun-bronzed hair, strong jaw, classic nose, skin dotted with freckles. Aviators hide his eyes, but even the sunglasses look good on him. Not to mention the little white uniform that shows off all of his many many muscles.

Eddie stares at him, blatantly, unabashedly, totally missing the introduction to the rest of the crew.

As soon as he's left to his own devices, he locks himself in his cabin. Not even the chance to gawk at that hot guy can draw him out of his pout. They can force him onto a boat, but they can't make him enjoy it.

He lasts until afternoon the next day, when Jeff barges in, surprising him enough that the throws his phone with a very un-rockstar yelp.

"You have to come out." Jeff's arms are crossed over his chest.

"Nope." Eddie relaxes back into his pillows. "Not until this is over."

"So, you're going to stay in your room for a week?"

"Guess so."

"Orr, you could come out and enjoy yourself instead of pouting over what your own actions caused."

"My actions!" He shrieks. "My actions! I stumbled on a bunch of topless French models in a hot tub, and I'm at fault?"

"No, you being drunk enough to get in with them was the problem."

"I wasn't even that drunk! I just thought it was funny. They did too!"

Jeff sighs. "You get yourself into a situation more than any person I've ever met."

"See? It's not my fault."

"I mean. It kind of is. I suspect any other guy would learn how to avoid this."

"I'm not leaving."

"Man, Chrissy isn't going to let you stay in here."

"Too bad."

"She told me to carry you out, if I had to."

"You wouldn't."

"If you come out, you can chat up the cute bosun."

"The bos-what?"

"Bosun. The guy you were ogling when we boarded. His name is Steve. He's really nice. He--"

"I was not ogling him."

"Eddie. You looked like you wanted to eat him for dinner."

"I'm not leaving the room." He sing-songs.

Look, would he have fought so hard if he'd known that Jeff was strong enough to toss him over his shoulders and fireman-carry him out of the room and up the stairs? He would not.

Instead, he screams the whole way from his cabin to the deck, where he's unceremoniously deposited into a lounge chair next to Chrissy. She's in a hot pink bikini, sipping a cocktail.

"Good to see you." She deadpans.

He glares. "Et tu, Chrissy?"

From behind him, a rich voice calls out, "Glad you could join us." It is, of course, the hot bosun. He waves when he catches Eddie looking in his direction.

Eddie sinks down in the lounger, Chrissy stifling giggles against her elbow.

---

The thing is, Steve is nice. He's nice and he's funny and he's hardworking. He's good with the other deckhands, Dustin, Max, and Lucas; strict but fair and good at keeping everyone on task. The stewards, Nancy, Robin, and El, all love him. Sometimes, he'll be down on all fours scrubbing the deck, and his t-shirt will bunch up, reveal a tantalizing glimpse of his taunt stomach that makes Eddie feel like a feral dog.

He's out on the top deck reading a copy of The Hobbit that Dustin loaned him, when Steve comes around the corner.

"Oh! Eddie, hey." Steve smiles. "Didn't realize there were any guests still up here."

"Do you need me to move?" He asks. He swings his feet over the side of the lounger.

"Not at all. Just wasn't expecting you." Steve's puttering around, picking up the detritus of the day. "I'm glad we've been able to overcome your expectations of boats."

His squeak is indignant. "It wasn't about the boat! I was brought here against my will!"

Steve smiles at him, eyes glittering. "Yeah, what a horrible punishment, boarding a luxury yacht for a Mediterranean cruise."

Eddie grabs at his chest, mimes being shot in the heart. "Stevie, how could you? All this time I thought you were on my side."

"Eh," he shrugs. "You were kind of being a baby."

He falls off the lounger at this. "The killing blow," he wails.

Laughing, Steve extends a hand, helps him to his feet. Their eyes meet and Eddie's struck, once again, by the way the hazel shines so gold, even at twilight.

"I'm being punished," he says, looking away.

"Again, getting on a chartered yacht for a week is not much of a punishment."

"I have a tendency to find myself involved in shenanigans."

"The topless women," Steve says.

Eddie groans. "You know about that?"

Steve does a real bitchy thing with his eyebrows that makes Eddie very warm in places it shouldn't. "Everyone knows about it."

"Okay. I'll have you know those boobs meant nothing to me, which is why it was fine! We had fun! Also, I am very, very gay. Like. The gayest."

"Oh, I know." Steve grins.

He doesn't know what to do with that. Changes the subject instead. "I hadn't clocked you for someone who listened to our stuff."

"I don't. Or well. Not really. No offense. The kids love you guys. And Robin. It's just--it's really loud? Not really my thing. Some good lyrics, though."

"No, I get it." He nods, licks his lips. "I write most of our songs." He's not sure why he says it, what he hopes to get from it.

"I know," Steve says.

"Oh." Eddie smiles down at his hands, The Hobbit. Before he can say more, Chrissy calls him down for dinner.

---

It's no secret that the Corroded Coffin boys are diehard dnd fans. They've done interviews about it, posted video of their sessions on YouTube and TikTok. Everyone knows they play, everyone knows Eddie DMs, so, he supposes, it's only a matter of time before Dustin and Lucas asks if he would DM for them.

The band, Chrissy, Lucas, Dustin, Max, Nancy, El, and Robin all agree to play. When asked, Captain Hopper snorts, doesn't take his eyes off the horizon, and Steve tells Dustin, "You know nothing in the world will make me play that game, kid. I'll try to stop by, though."

Eddie is totally in his element, everyone is having a blast, even Captain Hopper stops by. And Steve--he shows up after fifteen minutes, stays the whole time, can't keep his eyes off Eddie. He's not sure if it spurs him on, makes him more wild and dramatic, but the game is electric, the mood high.

It's an amazing night, one of the best of Eddie's life, and that's really saying something. They go late, well into the morning, but he's too hyped to sleep. He's pacing across the deck when Steve appears.

"You were great tonight." He says.

Eddie feels like he's effervescing. "You should think about playing sometime."

"Nah." Steve ducks his head a little. "Wouldn't be the same without you leading."

There's not a ton of space separating them, but he closes the distance anyway. "That could be arranged," he says, voice low.

"Yeah?" Steve meets his eyes, doesn't look away.

"If you want."

The air between them goes heavy, tightens, the silence lengthens.

"I can't," Steve breathes. "I'm working."

"No, yeah," Eddie nods. He steps back, runs his hand through his hair. He's never said no to something like this, never to someone like Steve. "I'm avoiding--"

"Situations." Steve finishes.

"Oh, but, Stevie, you're a situation I want very much."

"Take me on a date tomorrow."

"It would be my pleasure," he says.

He should leave but--he does love an occurrence, so he lets the impulsivity fly-- leans forward, places a soft kiss at the corner of Steve's mouth.

"Tomorrow, sweetheart."

[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.”

[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.

[punkrockmlchael]

Boobs or Ass? - Corroded Coffin Version

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(Reader and Eddie, Jeff, Gareth and Grant are all 18+) Let me preface this by saying this was a conversation in our Corroded Coffin or Die Discord Server that I spun my own way so thank you @getaapologist + @glassbxttless ; so, here are my thoughts on whether the Corroded Coffin members are boob or ass men hehe

Includes: Eddie, Jeff, Gareth and Grant (Freak) - all x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Alludes to Sex but no actual smut

Eddie:

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Eddie is 100% a boob man

He just loves boobs, especially your boobs

He loves to touch them, he loves to squeeze them, he loves to hold them, he just loves them, okay?

No, seriously, if you ever wanted him to be your bra he would gladly walk behind you all day with his hands holding your boobs up 

He loves leaving kisses and love bites all over them, too. He really just loves marking you and marking his favorite part of your body is what he does best

His favorite thing to do (don’t tell the guys) is to lay his head on your chest and nuzzle into your boobs. That’s how he loves to fall asleep, his head on your boobs while soft snores escape his lips with you playing with his hair (seriously, don’t tell the guys)

Jeff:

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Jeff is an ass man, honestly

He just loves to hold you and his hands always find their way to your ass

No, like, you’re shopping together? His hand is on your ass. He’s guiding you through a crowd of people? His hand is on your ass. It just makes him feel protective over you

When he hugs you, his hands tend to roam down to your ass where they stay the entire duration of the hug, just playfully touching and squeezing your ass 

His favorite thing to do is playfully slap your ass; literally, the time of day doesn’t matter. If you’re walking in front of him, he will come up behind you just to leave a soft little slap on your ass (sometimes it’s harder, and that’s usually when he wants something, if you catch my drift)

Gareth:

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Gareth is a boob man all the way

He just loves to touch them all the time. Not even necessarily sexual, he just loves to touch your boobs and squeeze them. Like, he’ll come up to you randomly while you’re sitting down and he’ll just, squeeze them before walking away like nothing happened 

He’s been trying to teach you the drums so he can watch your boobs bounce while you play (no, really, he said he wanted to teach you because he wants to do more things together but he just wants to watch you play)

His favorite thing to do is cuddle you and be the big spoon, because he loves to wrap his arms around you and rest them on your boobs. He falls asleep like that every night, just holding you (your boobs)

Grant (Freak):

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Grant is an ass man, through and through

He just loves to have his hands on your ass (and your thighs, but, that’s a different story)

He loves walking behind you, one hand on your hip with the other hand on your ass as he keeps hold of you through the crowd

Like, you two will go on little walks together through the park and his hand is always on your ass, like, he just rests it there sweetly while walking with you. Occasionally he’ll give it a nice squeeze but that’s about the most (at least, in public)

His favorite thing to do is to rest his hands on your ass while lying on the couch with you. No, like, you’re sprawled out on the couch with him, and his hand is just resting contently on your ass, rubbing little circles on it as he hums to himself

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[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

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[steviesbicrisis]

Breathe

Steve goes back online, people react to the new discoveries, a new opportunity comes.

Gareth the Matchmaker (15/16) - AO3

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Long time no see!! Sorry for the long wait but I had a very last-minute trip to Rome and then I got sick lol hope it was worth the wait! This is mostly the aftermath of Max's video and the truth coming out. People don't know everything but they know enough to decide who to side with, and Steve is okay which is the most important thing!! This has been a heavy weight on his shoulders for years and now he can finally breathe ;)

As you can tell, there's only the epilogue left! Although I loved this AU I'm excited to work on my next project. If you're curious, I already posted the prologue here!

I hope you enjoyed and let me know what you think! see you for the last one <3

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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.

[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!"

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"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."

[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.