#famous steddie au

[gloomysoup]

having famous!steddie thoughts. pop star!steve is living rent free in my head, in a very specific way. will elaborate later. thanks.

(for a teaser: picturing steve in a tutu on stage. it's his Thing™️)

[helpimstuckposting]

Two Minute Notice - Completed!

@steddiebang2024 | AO3

I'm so excited I finished this! It was meant to be bare-minimum 10k, 5 chapters, easy peasy. Well, now it's 9 chapters and almost 40k words so 🤷‍♀️ whats a girl to do? Please check it out, along with the amazing art from hel-s-art

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Before he even opened the door, Steve could tell Eddie was well past freaking out. He hadn’t been himself all day; contrary to what he’d been saying throughout the week (I’m fine, Steve, I’m fine, I’m fine ), Steve knew Eddie, he knew the thoughts spiraling around his head. He hated Creel for doing this to him, for causing this stress in the first place.

Eddie was nearly crumpled over his vanity, muttering to himself and taking breaths that Steve feared were too deep, too rushed.

“Eds,” Steve whispered gently, trying not to startle him. He almost felt like a bunny, quivering under a stress he couldn’t handle, heart about to give out on the spot. The makeup brush Eddie had been holding clattered onto the counter and he took another too-deep breath into his lungs, sounding more strained than before.

“I’m fine! I-I’m fine, it’s okay. I’ll be out in a second, I’m fine,” Eddie said, voice trembling like whatever had held him together all these years was so frayed it could snap at any second.

He looked around the room, the tour posters glaring at him from every angle. Ten years. Ten years Creel had been lording success over Eddie’s head and Steve hadn’t been able to do a damn thing about it, but he’d never stop trying.

“Baby-“

“I’m fine!” Eddie snapped. He took another deep breath, held the air in for a beat, and let it go. “Steve, I’m fine. I just needed a minute.” His voice was still choked up, the breath he took just as useless to calm him down as the ones before.

“You’re not fine,” Steve said, tone just as soft and quiet as before, as he stepped up behind his boyfriend. He watched as Eddie trembled in front of the mirror, eyes focused on the concealer in front of him and distinctly avoiding eye contact with Steve’s reflection.

Steve reached out carefully, making sure Eddie saw him in the mirror before he placed his hands on the singer’s shoulders. He rubbed circles into the base of Eddie’s neck, not hard enough to erase any of the tension in his shoulders, but Steve hoped it was gentle enough to ease the man’s racing heart.

“You’re shaking, Eddie, you’re not okay.” He leaned down to bury his nose in Eddie’s hair. He wanted to ground him, to hold him and reassure him that he wasn’t alone. Eddie always did better with physical touch; it helped him breathe, it made the stress and panic feel a little easier to deal with, and Steve was always there to make sure Eddie felt safe through his anxiety.

Now, instead of easing into the warmth behind him, Eddie brushed Steve’s hands off him and stood up to pace the dressing room. He rubbed at his shoulders where Steve had touched, and rolled his neck several times like he was trying to physically uncoil a wire in his head.

“Steve, I’m about to go out and perform and I need a minute to get ready, okay?”

“Ed, come on! I’m trying to talk to you, you can’t just-“

“I need to do this! There’s a whole fucking crowd of fans and media and investors out there, and this is important to me. You said you’d support whatever’s important to me!”

He was shouting now, hands still trembling as he carded them through his hair. Steve winced internally, knowing the frizz Eddie just caused would freak him out even more. He glanced at the mirror, shifting just a bit to put himself between Eddie and his reflection. The rockstar hadn’t had the chance to touch up his makeup yet, a few faded scars bleeding through the foundation on his jaw.

“This has to be perfect, I have to be the best one out there. All those cameras out there, I can’t let Henry down now ,” Eddie pleaded with Steve, as if he’d ever let Creel down before. He always pushed himself past his limits for the bastard, always played the part in his stupid fucking circus and they’d had this conversation before, Eddie’d never listened to Steve’s opinion on Henry fucking Creel.

“Eddie, you know I’d support you if I thought this is really what you wanted, but it’s not! You’re freaking out, you’ve been on edge all day- fuck , you’ve been on edge for��weeks leading up to this!”

“Because I don’t have a choice!” Eddie yelled back at him. He’d stopped pacing, turning fully to look at Steve and the wild look in Eddie’s eyes trembled as he stared him down.

“Henry’s the reason I have everything I do! He’s the only reason I have all this,” Eddie said, arms flailing out to gesture around him, “He’s the reason I have the fame, the money, the safety. He’s the reason I have you !”

Steve cocked an eyebrow. How the fuck Eddie came to that conclusion, he didn’t know.

“Eddie, you did all of that yourself.” Steve’s voice was measured again, he reigned in the anger he wanted to throw at Eddie’s stupid producer, sponsor, or whatever the fuck Creel was to him at that point. “You’ve got more talent in one fucking curl on the top of your head than Creel’s got in his whole body. That’s why he pushes you so hard, that’s why he throws all of this shit at you, because you’re the only thing he has.”

“But I only know you because of him, because of this huge fancy life I have. I never would have met you otherwise, you don’t even know me outside of all this !” he spat out, gesturing again to the tour posters, flicking at the black satin shirt that was draped over his chest, covering the scars beneath. Eddie stopped pacing, and wrapped his arms around himself like he had to physically hold it together, like he was the only one who could keep the pieces from scattering across the floor.

Steve sighed, stepping forward to clear the space between them. Eddie was still shaking. Steve could see his t-shirt trembling as his heart thumped away beneath it, and he wanted so badly to take all the stress away; to squeeze him until all the tension left his body and he could finally take a reasonable breath, one that wouldn’t put him closer to the edge of hyperventilating. He reached out his hand, letting Eddie have the chance to pull away if he wanted to.

Instead, Steve’s fingers trailed softly along Eddie’s arm until he was grasping at the man’s shoulder. His other hand reached toward his face, brushing along the faint scars at Eddie’s chin. There was so much that Steve admired and adored about Eddie that he never saw in himself, always acting like Eddie had just accidentally stumbled into Steve’s life and he wasn’t sure how or why Steve was staying.

Eddie sighed, and relaxed just a bit into Steve’s touch. It was a start.

“I feel like… like if I lose this, then…” he struggled for the words, looking from Steve’s eyes to the mirror behind him. Steve watched as Eddie’s gaze darkened and took on an edge of panic again before resting once more on Steve, “Then I lose you,” he choked out, trying to pull in another shuddering breath.

“Sweetheart, you could never lose me. I’m practically obsessed with you, if you haven’t noticed,” Steve scoffed. It was astonishing to him that Eddie didn’t realize just how much Steve could stare at him for hours, catalogue every feature; how much Steve craved being so close to Eddie he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began, like he could melt into the fabric of Eddie’s very being and be completely satisfied.

Steve brought his other hand to Eddie’s face, now cradled between them, and gave his cheeks a light squish. “Babe, you are the kindest, brightest, most hardworking person I’ve ever met in my life. You’ve gone through so much, so much , that would knock people right off their feet and you’re still standing.”

“But what if that’s not good enough?” Eddie mumbled between Steve’s palms.

“For who, Creel ?” Steve scoffed, “I don’t give a fuck what he says, you’ve been on top of your game for ten straight years. You could go on that stage and throw up, and I’d still cheer for you. Hell, if you went up there and kicked Henry Creel in the head I think most of the sponsors would cheer, too, the dude’s a fucking prick.”

Eddie’s eyes darted between his own for a few seconds and Steve could see just how hard the gears in his head were turning. His brow ruffled a bit, pinching in the middle before smoothing out, shoulders relaxing again as he melted into Steve’s touch.

“Well, I might throw up considering I’ve spent my whole warmup having a panic attack,” Eddie chuckled, reaching up to grasp one of Steve’s hands in his own. His palms were sweaty, but he held onto the man like a lifeline, using him as a tether to bring himself back to shore.

“Well, I’ll be here after you clean yourself up.”

“Not before?” Eddie laughed, easing the weight in Steve’s chest.

“Absolutely not, you know I can’t handle vomit even if it’s you,” Steve chuckled, letting Eddie tuck his face into Steve’s neck. He was so relieved that Eddie seemed better, like a string had been cut and the weight was no longer crushing his chest. Steve could feel that he wasn’t shaking anymore, the earthquake his heart was making in his chest had stilled and Steve could feel it thump-thumping gently against his own at a much more reasonable pace.

Reluctantly, he slowly pulled back — hands rubbing soothingly along Eddie’s arms — and walked over to the dressing room door.

“Where are you going?” Eddie asked, an edge of panic bleeding back into his voice.

“Nowhere,” Steve said as he creaked the door open, letting the sounds of music seep into the room. He just wanted to make sure that Eddie still had time, that no one was out there waiting to shove him up onto the stage before he was ready.

“Dance with me?” Steve asked, walking back toward the rockstar, who ducked his head and tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Steve held out a hand for him to take, and Eddie placed his own gently on top, snaking his other arm around the man’s shoulders. Steve wrapped his own around Eddie’s waist, pulling them together again, and Eddie thought back to Zeus splitting the humans in half — thought that maybe he was right to fear them if they were as powerful as Steve made Eddie feel when they were together. 

[momotonescreaming]

Cooking Youtuber Steve; who has series where he makes good family friendly meals, dishes for picky eaters, tips for everyday cooking. As well as series where he tries to make historical dishes, food and drinks from games and TV.

DnD Youtuber Eddie; who has a long actual play series, videos about his characters and the world he's built. Videos about tips for your role-playing, getting immersed. A series where he tries other TTRPG's and board games.

Dustin persuades Steve to make videos about medieval inspired, DnD friendly meals. And because it does actually seem like a fun challenge, he does it. Dustin looks horrifically smug about it when the videos are a hit, the bastard. (Steve will make him eat something gross as payback. Its fine. Gotta keep him humble.)

And because obviously, Eddie sees the videos. He's always on the search for good DnD shit. But the guy is so fucking hot Eddie doesn't quite know what to do with himself. Except daydream about those eyes, and that hair, and those hands.

So Eddie records himself trying (and only sort of failing) to recreate the food. It comes out sort of ugly but actually nice tasting, so Eddie calls it a win. References the Hot Chef Steve in his video, adds a link to his channel, and tries not to feel his heart beating out of his chest when he sends @'s him with a link to the video. His channel is way bigger than Eddie's, he probably won't see it, Eddie's fine.

Except the Hot Chef does see it, and Eddie sort of loses his mind when he gets a comment or a message from him, thanking Eddie for giving his recipe a go, and giving him credit for the recipe. Eddie's not fine at all, this guy is way out of his league, and Eddie can feel the crush bubbling up under his ribcage, and Oh Fuck he's messaging Eddie.

[loguine-linguine]

Ok hear me out!!!

Steve is a musician who sings pop music and posts on TikTok. He’s kind of a C-ish list celebrity (definitely a bit of a nepo baby) and his music is poppy and catchy. It’s the kinda stuff that you can immediately tell is coming from someone who is actively holding things back/ isn’t writing from any truth. Mall music at its purest form. Then one day with no announcement Steve drops a double sided album that is like GOOD GOOD pop music. It’s also noted very quickly that the pronouns in all the songs have definitely switched to he/him. People freak out and he starts charting for the first time in his career. Kinda Chappell Roan-esque situation where he skyrockets to being a queer pop icon very very quickly.

He starts doing interviews. He shows up to these interviews in outfits aren’t dramatically changed from what he usually wore (polos, jeans, bomber jackets, 80s jock vibes) but it’s all just much more camp. The cropped shirts are shorter, the jeans are tighter, and the colors are all suddenly pastel. He has also started wearing makeup (not heavy makeup but it’s definitely a lipgloss, eyeliner, mascara, highlight/blush on the tip of his nose type situation). He shares that he dropped his old producer (who he had been set up with by his father) and that he’s now working with his best friend Robin. He comes out as gay, talks about his struggle with comp-het, and proudly shares that he is super excited to contribute to the growing movement of music that is being written by queer people, for queer people. His TikTok also blows up.

This is when Tommy Hagan first starts showing up. Tommy is an actor who is pretty well known for doing teen drama TV shows (like Riverdale type deals). He introduces himself to Steve at some sort of industry event right after Steve gets big and pretty quickly starts showing up in his TikTok videos. It comes out that the two are dating pretty quickly after that. They date off and on for about a year and a half. Tommy is a shitty enough boyfriend that even Steve’s fans don’t like him. He stands him up for dates, embarrasses him at events, says rude and dismissive things about his music, etc. Robin (who is also kinda famous by proxy/writes her own music now similar to Billie Eilish and Finneas) absolutely hates his guts. Publicly. They finally break up officially after Tommy cheats on Steve with an actress named Carol who is on a show with him. It gets exposed by the tabloids and Steve finds out by seeing a photo of them making out on one of those celebrity drama TikTok accounts.

Eddie is also getting famous around this same time. He’s the lead for Corroded Coffin and also starts acting occasionally in horror films. He doesn’t really pay much attention to other celebrities or the drama that goes on. He was never into that kind of thing before the band took off so he doesn’t see why he should now. Eddie and the rest of the band are at an awards show of some sort and the others make fun of him the whole time. He can’t stop staring at this absolutely beautiful man sitting at a table near them. “The guy is wearing a slutty little lace shirt, the tightest pants in existence, and has skin that looks like honey and caramel had a child Gareth you really can’t blame me honestly.” Steve and Eddie don’t officially meet until the after party where they immediately hit it off.

A few months later Steve announces a new album and releases a single. It’s just Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter but gay and clearly about Tommy.

The music video comes out and people loose their minds. It’s the same sort of video as what Sabrina Carpenter just released for Please Please Please with the stunning outfits and the whole bad boy thing. Steve spends the whole video in dresses and skirts. There’s even a corset at one point. The bigger freak out is the fact that the Barry Keoghan equivalent is Eddie and its a hard launch of their relationship that fans had absolutely zero clue was even a possibility because why would horror/metal man Eddie Munson even know Steve Harrington???? Robin and the Corroded Coffin guys think the whole thing is hilarious. Eddie and Steve are so so happy :)

[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.

[steviesbicrisis]

Gareth is in charge of the Corroded Coffin official TikTok account, being the only one who actually uses social media on a daily basis.

He's playing Fuck Marry Kill with the three random celebrities generator and trying to make the other guys join as well.

When it's Eddie's turn, he's having none of it "they're just gonna get mad at me because I know no one! let me live in peace!"

Gareth insists until he shoves the phone in Eddie's face, giving him no chance to escape. The filter generates three pictures on top of Eddie's face.

"I have no fucking clue who these people-" he stops talking as his eyes focus on the last picture, it's a man around his age with voluminous hair and beautiful features. Eddie pulls the phone up close, ripping it out of Gareth's hand, to have a better look.

"you okay man?" Gareth asks, out of frame.

"Kiss, have sex with, marry, and adopt a puppy with him," he says, pointing at the guy on the screen "kill the other two."

"That's not how you play man, the fuck??" Gareth appears in frame and looks at the celebrities "you mean the third guy? are you serious?"

Eddie glares at him sideways "have you fucking seen him? he's a fucking-" but the video is cut off by the time limit.

The most liked comment under the video is by none other than famous baseball player Steve Harrington:

"I'm more of a cat type, but how about we discuss it over dinner? ;)"

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More of this story here

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Just newly famous pops star Steve getting a hold of a bottle of pink Whitney at some event. He accidentally gets so drunk that when he’s next to come down the red carpet (that’s a downstairs decline) he accidentally takes a tumble and takes out huge rockstar Eddie Munson in the process. All the cameras catch Eddie’s annoyed face go from that to celebrating when both boys realize Steve didn’t dump any of the pink whitney from his wine glass. (He poured it in there to match his outfit) both men end up laughing and pulling themselves up and walking down the carpet together. Their looks being the complete opposite of each other. Later that night they’ll be caught skinny dipping and have their mugshots leaked all over the internet.

[lilpomelito]

vaguely inspired by a fic I read like a month ago but nepo baby Steve who starts as a young model slowly transitioning into acting. self-made rockstar Eddie who by some miracle made it mainstream and is now the biggest artist of the year. Steve starring in a film by indie darling director Robin, she already has an Oscar nom under her belt, the there's tons of buzz around the production of the film because it's a queer drama. cue Eddie who has zero media training randomly trashing Steve on twitter like "these nepo babies who get roles because mommy is the producer and not because of their talent, i hate straight people." his stans start harassing and stalking Steve, creating that "only gay people should play gay roles" discourse to the point where he gets outed. steve getting so fed up he just quote-tweets eddie with "shut up or i'll release our sex tape <3". he's kidding of course, but the fans don't know that. what comes next is months of relentless fans shipping them together and eddie is absolutely HATING it, the last thing he wanted was to be famous for a controversy and not his own talent, but he can't really deny anything without facing backlash and also he started it and he kinda respects steve's witty response. steve subtly playing it up by liking eddie's posts on instagram and vague-posting with lyrics from his songs. the internet is convinced they're in a months-long relationship and they haven't even met in person.

[xgumiho]

pov: you find your old magazine collection under your bed

©xgumiho | do not repost/steal/edit/crop/sell

[hairmetal666]

Eddie Munson gets famous at fifteen, after a YouTube video goes viral.

He's the kind of famous where he can't leave his house without being mobbed; where his name is plastered across grocery store tabloids and every fifth Pop Crave post; who has to make special arrangements with stores, whose body guards have body guards, who's forgotten what it's like to be normal. He's the kind of famous with well-chronicled stints in and out of rehab

And he thinks, at thirty, why not do a reality show? Why not let everyone in the world into his life because they're there anyway?

There's this guy on the crew, beautiful as a fucking sunrise. He's all golden-tanned and chestnut-haired, with these big hazel eyes that makes Eddie stomach swoop deliciously whenever they happen to meet his.

His name is Steve.

And Eddie, well. He's learned his lesson about jumping into relationships. So, Steve is nice to look at, and that's all there is to it.

---

They're at the studio, and Eddie, he only smokes when he's recording but he's "not allowed" to do that inside. So, he steps out into the alley behind the building, eyes falling shut as he hands search his pockets for his pack of Camels and his Zippo.

"I didn't realize you smoked," a deep voice says from the darkness.

Eddie startles, eyes flying open. Steve is leaning against the brick of the building, cigarette perched between his pursed lips.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I'm Steve. With the crew."

"Eddie," he answers by instinct.

"I know," Steve chuckles. His hazel eyes are golden in the yellow streetlight.

"Oh, right." He lights his cigarette and inhales deep.

"I really like what you're doing in there." Steve nods his head towards the studio.

"You a fan?"

"Never listened to you much before. Not really a metal kinda guy, but I like it."

People aren't usually honest with Eddie. It's refreshing.

"Glad you're getting into it! How's your--uh, job going?"

Steve laughs. "First assistant camera, that's my job." Eddie's expression must read a total blank, but Steve only smiles. "I make sure everything's in focus while we film"

"Is that--hard?"

"Sometimes," Steve agrees. "How do you like being the star of a reality show?"

Eddie huffs out a breath. "It's more fun than I expected. Like, sure it's weird to have you guys follow me around, but at least I invited you, you know?"

Steve's dark eyes are fathomless in his perfect face. "You'll let me know? If anything happens that you don't like?"

Eddie nods, taken aback by the serious line of Steve's pretty mouth. Before he can respond more, the back door creaks open, Gareth's backlit shape leaning into the alley. "Eddie? They're ready for you."

"Duty calls." He smiles at Steve as he stomps out his cigarette. "See you around."

---

Eddie goes to a house party in the hills. It's just a handful of people, all of them he's known for years, no cameras in sight.

Someone asks how things are going with the band. Eddie doesn't think anything of it. Why should he, among friends? Why should he when they already know the resentment that Gareth, Jeff, and Freak have for him? Eddie got signed and not his band. The guys--they never really forgave him, think he could have tried harder.

So, he says--he says--"I wish they didn't resent me so goddamn much still. To this day! They're millionaires and they're pissed at me? Fuck that. I got them here. I got us all here."

They're filming the next day at Eddie's house. He's working on a new song, engrossed in his acoustic and his notebook.

He's so in the zone, it takes him a second to register when Gareth bursts into the house.

"Fuck you, Munson," Gareth screams. "What the fuck is this shit?" Eddie's own voice pours from Gareth's phone, and Eddie's stunned speechless for dozens of seconds as he tries to comprehend what's happening.

"I didn't--" he tires. He raises his hands placatingly, but his minds a whirlwind, thoughts a tangle, heart a mess of betrayal and hurt and fear.

"We should be fucking grateful?" Gareth yells. "You spoiled piece of shit, fuck you!" He lunges towards Eddie, but Steve darts from behind the camera, moving to block Gareth's path.

"Stop filming," Eddie shouts. He lifts his arms to block the shit. "Get out," he snaps at the crew. " Now!"

He and Gareth scuffle towards a set of double-doors, heated words low and unintelligible.

"Don't come in." He tells the crew. "Steve, I mean it. Tell them to stop."

Eddie shoves Gareth into the other room, slamming the door behind him. Still, the mics pick up the screaming fight between the two men.

Hours later, Eddie finally makes his way back to the main part of the house, finds Steve standing at the kitchen island.

"Why are you still here?" He's too exhausted from the fight to put any inflection into it.

"I was wo--I wanted to make sure everything was okay," Steve says. He relaxes against the island. "Are yo--is everything okay?"

Eddie's laugh is humorless. "Something like that."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

The tears he kept at bay with Gareth prick at his eyelids until they burn. "Not really, no."

Steve nods. "We could--you wanna watch a movie?"

This startles a laugh out of Eddie, one that has tears flooding his eyes and he has to blink fast, look down, anything so Steve doesn't notice.

"You know what I want?" he says. It's soft enough that maybe Steve, across the kitchen, wouldn't hear.

"What?"

"To have friends who won't sell me out for a couple thousand bucks." The tears start falling, his throat choked with emotion.

He wants to stop, embarrassed to be crying in front of Steve, but now that he's started, sobs shake his shoulders and he can't keep quiet.

Steve reaches for him. "Is this okay?" he whispers, hands rubbing circles against his back.

Eddie nods, cries for a while as Steve makes soothing motions against his back.

"I just wish I was normal," he mumbles when he has words again.

Steve's hold on him tightens. "I'm sorry, Eddie."

Shame hits him then, too hard to ignore, and he steps away. "I'm gonna--I'm gonna go. I--Thanks again."

He ignores the sound of Steve calling him back.

---

Eddie's playing a show. He's playing a show in a small club, something he hasn't been able to do for years, but he's doing it right now. It's electric, vibrating through his body, the crowd screaming along with every word.

So much of this is because of Steve, and Eddie can't think about it, because men like Steve aren't for guys like Eddie.

As he plays, his eyes scan the small crowd, find Steve easily. He's gazing at Eddie, lips slicked pink and parted, eyes shining. Eddie knows this look; the naked desire obvious. A heat he never lets himself feel for Steve blooms low in his abdomen, but--

He wails into his mic, forcing his thoughts away from that path. He has a show to play, one that's pumping his veins full of satisfied adrenaline. Nothing can ruin it.

When the show ends, Eddie is high, endorphins and adrenaline pounding through his bloodstream.

Eddie, the band, and the film crew make their way out the club's backdoor. There's a car idling close by, but they only get a few steps in before there's shouting; the ear-shattering click of dozens of camera shutters; overwhelming burst of flashes.

Eddie is disoriented, dizzy; the rapid shift from the best night he's had in years, to this, mobbed by paparazzi, people screaming his name, crowding their small group. He stumbles, black spots still obstructing his vision.

Arms catch around him, holding him steady. "You okay?" Steve asks.

Before he can answer, one of the paps yells, "Munson's wasted! Can't even walk!"

"C'mon, Ed, I've got you," Steve says.

"Just get into the booze, Munson, or someone had Molly too? Maybe a little coke? That used to be your thing, right? Snort a little blow and do a show?"

Eddie tenses, almost stops, but Steve keeps him going.

The crowd surges around them, more voices yelling, more flashbulbs popping, the guy saying, "He can't even stand without help! You got a real problem you know?"and he just--can't anymore. He whirls out of Steve's grasp, lunges for the guy.

"What's your fucking problem, man?" Eddie hisses. "What did I do to you, huh?"

"Real tough, Munson, huh?" The man sneers. He shoves Eddie hard, knocking him back a few steps.

Eddie's vision fuzzes out, brain buzzing. He snarls, knows he does, knows he's losing it, can't make it stop.

Strong arms wrap around his waist, pull him off his feet. He fights it until he's pressed into a wall, until cold hands cup his face.

"Baby, baby, you have to calm down," Steve murmurs. "You have to breathe, can you do that for me?"

"I want--he can't--I--"

Steve presses harder against him, bodies joined. "You're having a panic attack, yeah? Can you breathe with me, baby? Match me?"

Eddie nods, tries, wants to be good for Steve.

He calms, as much from the breathing exercise as being held by the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Pressing his face against Steve's neck he says, "why are you always around for my worst moments? I'm such a fucking mess."

"I don't think you're a mess," he says. "I think you've gotten hurt, you've gotten cornered. And your reactions are normal."

"Why do you even care?" Eddie asks.

Steve doesn't even pause. "Cause I like you, Eddie." His hold tightens for a second. "I like you a lot."

Eddie scoffs. "Yeah, you like Eddie Munson, the hot rockstar. Not the loser who cries in your arms"

Cold air hits Eddie as Steve steps away to meet Eddie's eyes. You want to know something? I didn't expect to like you at all. I admit, I bought into all the stories on the internet. But you were never anything like that, Ed. Not even once."

Steve takes a deep breath, turning away as his cheeks grow pink. "And you--you're always going out of your way for people. The day I knew I was gone for you? Three weeks into filming. There was this kid interning. You didn't know a thing about him, just some twenty-year-old, and you sat down and talked to him. Were genuinely interested in everything he said."

"Steve," Eddie's voice breaks. He has to cover his mouth, lips a wobbling mess.

"I want to give you normal, Eddie, as much as I can. If you'll let me."

The moisture tumbles free from his eyes, streaking down his cheeks. Eddie laughs. "God, Steve, you're--I like you, too."

Steve brushes the tears away. "So, you'd go on a date with me?"

"I think I would really like to go on a date with you, yeah."

Steve leans in, slow and gentle, placing a soft kiss at the corner of Eddie's mouth. It lights him up like a fresh struck match, nerve endings on fire. He thinks it's so much more than like already.

"Take me home, sweetheart," he says.

"Getting fresh with me, Munson," Steve smirks. "I won't have you using your rockstar wiles to seduce me."

Eddie's laugh echoes off the brick of the surrounding buildings. "Oh, sweetheart, my rockstar ways will destroy you."

"That a promise?"

---

Six months later, the first and only season of Welcome to Hell premieres. Instead, of chronicling a rockstar's debauched and wild lifestyle, it's a soft and charming love story. It shows Steve and Eddie growing closer, Steve working late into the night, to give Eddie the hint of normalcy he's so desperate for, to make him happy. It shows Eddie's eyes track Steve across a room, something like sadness crossing his face. It shows a concert that Steve arranged, the fight with the pap outside the venue, brief glimpses of Steve and Eddie in the aftermath, the gentle kiss.

In the last interview of the season, the producer asks Eddie if there will be a season two of Welcome to Hell.

Eddie smiles, glances off camera, which pans to find Steve in worn jeans and a Metallica hoodie, hair messy and wearing glasses. He gazes at Eddie, smiles this soft, aching thing.

"Nah, I don't think I need it anymore," Eddie answers. Throwing the camera a smile that matches Steve's.

[the-angst-chronicles-fanworks]

Famous!Oblivious!Steddie Modern AU

Where Steve and Eddie are both famous, but neither have heard of each other: Eddie is famous with his metal band and that’s just not Steve’s scene; Steve is a famous basketball player and Eddie has never voluntarily watched a sport in his life

And they meet when they both going incognito somewhere and think the other is not famous and they’re immediately attracted to each other and hit it off great and keep seeing each other. And they both want to have private dates so neither question each others excuses much.

They only figure it out several months in, after they’re photographed together and the internet blows up about *Steve Harrington* and *Eddie Munson* dating

[gloomysoup]

thinking of a fic. here to share. it may become something. it may not.

so the title is already figured out. it's 100% going to be Not Another Rockstar and it's going to be loosely based on the song (same title) by maisie peters. i say loosely bc i don't yet know how exactly it's all going to play out and i only have like bare bones of an idea at the moment but i need to get it out into the world otherwise i'll forget (y'all honestly hold me accountable)

so here it is: famous!au steddie, with a side of buckingham probably bc i said so.

unclear how steve is famous yet (leaning toward model, maybe actor), but eddie is the guitarist of famous metal/rock band corroded coffin (can't decide which genre but maybe they start in metal and change genres over time to be a little more on the hard rock side who knows)

steve has a long complicated history w rockstars. he's dated more than his fair share, and he's over it. to him, they're all the same: douchebags who drink too much, do too many drugs, and only really want him around as arm candy and a good fuck. he's sworn off dating rockstars for the rest of his life. and he does really well, until he meets eddie. now i'm imagining their first meeting is as simple as it gets. steve has no idea who eddie is at first, but eddie absolutely knows who steve is. and he THINKS steve knows.

so they go about their relationship. they choose to keep it relatively private, for a while. they get papped a few times, but steve assumes it's because of him. it's never mentioned by either of them. eventually, though, steve starts to notice things. specifically rockstar traits in eddie. nothing crazy, just little things.

when steve finally puts it all together and realizes who eddie is, he panics. he swore he would never date another rockstar, and here he is dating one of the biggest rockstars of the time. in his panic, he disappears. completely off the grid. no one knows where he went except his best friend robin, because she was with him. eddie freaks out because he thinks he's done something wrong. he scared steve off. he ruined everything, just like he always does.

plot happens and somehow (maybe this is where buckingham really comes into play i don't know) everything works out and steve realizes that eddie is just another rockstar. he's eddie, and steve loves him. the end.

i don't know, it's just a random little worm that wiggled its way into my brain when i was listening to the song the other day. it may be nothing who knows 🤷‍♀️

[princessstevemunson]

Famous actor Steve Harrington known wife guy. Spends decades of interviews talking about his wife Robin and all their misadventures—a lot of those stories also include their friend and next door neighbor, Corroded Coffin frontman, Eddie Munson. Then with the advent of social media a lot more people are posting about him being seen with Eddie, and are convinced that Steve and Eddie are cheating. This makes Steve have to out himself and explain that he and Robin are in a lavender marriage. (Not that it wasn’t an open secret in Hollywood especially with how close Robin and international pop sensation Chrissy Cunningham are)

[lihhelsing]

you were never not mine by lihhelsing

written for the @steddiesummerexchange with the prompt: Modern AU with famous!Steve and fan!Eddie (Even better if Eddie doesn’t want to admit he’s a fan) and it was written for the lovely @pearynice ♥️ Rating: Explicit

WC: 20k

Read it on ao3 Summary: When Eddie Munson first learned he won a dumb online contest to meet the cast of his favorite fantasy show, he didn't expect it to bring out so many feelings.

He was happy, of course, because this was a dream come true. He was excited to actually meet them, take pictures, and see the new episode of the show. And he was definitely worried about one person in particular. Steve Harrington, who happened to be the main character of the show and someone Eddie couldn't stand.

Amid all those feelings, Eddie also didn't expect to be missing one of his online friends so much. The hurt from getting ghosted still lingered, but Eddie would be lying if he said he didn't still have hope that Knight would come back.

He just didn't know what he was hoping for.

OR; the one where Steve Harrington is a famous actor in a Fantasy show and Eddie Munson is a fanfic writer who hates his guts.

[shares-a-vest]

Happy MET Gala Day. I wrote some tags on THIS post and instantly got brainworms. cw: In this ficlet, Eddie calls Steve a slut but it is said with affection.

"Steve!" Eddie screams over his shoulder into the next room. But his voice only echoes around him, bouncing off the pristine white walls of the hotel room ensuite that he thinks is as big as his uncle's old trailer, "The car is gonna be here any minute!"

Silence.

He smoothes his hands down his lapel one last time and smiles at his reflection before he turns on his heel and rushes into the hotel suite where he finds Steve right where he left him, in a make-up chair getting all dolled up by Chrissy with Robin by his side.

She is asleep in a bedazzled bathrobe and honestly, Eddie would prefer to join her. Not only is attending the MET Gala an expensive evening (Eddie loathes to think how much money Steve has spent in the lead-up to all this), but it all involves being gawked at and judged and repeatedly asked the same three questions by the press who are just going to make him come off like a real asshole anyway.

"Just getting glam done," Steve says, grimacing as Robin gives a grunting snore.

"Stop eating those flowers, Erica..." she mumbles, dipping her head and nuzzling into the plushy warmth of her collar.

Chrissy rolls her eyes and steps back to examine her handiwork.

Whatever that is, Eddie can't really tell. Steve looks just like his regular pretty self with maybe a spot of shimmering blush. He opens his eyes, fluttering his lashes and – well yeah, whatever Chrissy did makes his eyes pop more than usual.

But those eyes quickly grow dark, shadowed by a frown when Steve gives Eddie a once over.

"Is that your outfit?" he accuses.

Eddie nods and does a little twirl only to spin back around to the sight of Steve pursing his lips.

So much for pleasantly surprising each other with their outfits – the only thing that had Eddie giving this whole deal an ounce of his attention.

"Well it isn't on theme," he continues, shrugging with a nonchalance that would give Anna Wintour herself a run for her money.

"What are you talking about?" Eddie defends, "I'm wearing lace!"

He flaps his jacket to reveal a sheer black lace shirt before lifting his touser legs enough to show off his matching socks.

Steve pinches his nose.

"Eddie, that is a bare minimum!"

Eddie flails his hand in the direction of Steve's barely-there shirt, a sheer number that shows all of his chest hair.

"Excuse me for not dressing like a total slut."

He blushes as Steve stands up to reveal a similarly sheer pair of pants (if you could call them that). Underneath is nothing short of a goddamn codpiece that Eddie is certain won't cover his boyfriend's whole ass and –

Robin snorts again, causing Chrissy to giggle.

She nudges her partner and Robin startles awake, almost tipping back in her makeup chair and Eddie realises that 'doing glam' has taken so goddamn long, all because Buckley decided she needed the world's biggest feathery eyelashes.

"Boring!" she says, taking one bleary-eyed look (if she can see through those bird wings, that is) at Eddie's outfit.

She blows a raspberry for good measure.

Steve turns, chuckling and yep – that is at least half of his ass hanging out in some sort of lace-assless-chaps-codpiece situation that has no business being anywhere but on their marital bed – or a paid-for hotel equivalent.

Maybe they should just stay right here, Eddie thinks as he looks, his mouth agape as he ogles the sight before him.

"Calm down, Eddie," Chrissy warns with a wicked grin.

"Well, it's far too late now for us to do anything about it," Steve pouts, throwing on a floral-embroidered vest that at least covers a shred of his modesty, "I told you to come see my stylist."

"What about my brooch!" Eddie shrieks, pointing to the diamond-encrusted rose pin just above his breast pocket, "It's crystal."

[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.”