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celebrity skin. (part ten)

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x popstar!fem!reader word count: 4.6k summary: the final resolution, at a funeral, of all places.

content warnings: 18+, minors dni: suggestive & mature themes, adult language, minor character death, topics of grief, alcohol consumption, mentions of blackmail, use of pet names, — if i missed anything in this chapter, pls let me know!

& psa: images used in the header don’t depict readers physical attributes! these are also described vaguely in the story, only that she’s a little shorter than eddie.

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a note from me: hello friends, it’s been a while. apologies for the radio silence and for living this fic unfinished until now. life just happens and surprise, i had a whole ass baby last year (call me mother). postpartum is not easy and it especially has not been kind on my mental health, so i took time to get my pink back while taking care of another human. i appreciate you sticking with me and being patient - this is for you!

“This is all my fault.”

Unsurprisingly, Eddie blames himself. He always does. Even if he isn’t the one to be held liable. Call it insecurity, whatever. Eddie Munson just believed, from a very young age, that he was a walking magnet for all things unlucky.

Certain events occurred for no reason the brunette could explain, other than there being an unknown higher power had it out against him, which he’d often say to Wayne in hopes of some show of sympathy or a lesser reprimand. And even though, for the most part, Wayne agreed with his nephew, there were certain tricky situations for which the young Munson boy only had himself to blame. „Bad decisions lead to bad outcomes”, Wayne would mutter at the dinner table as Eddie sat, a bag of frozen peas pressed to his swollen eye.

His luck had briefly changed once he accidentally became friends with Chrissy Cunningham.

The preppy blonde offered him kindness — not something he’s been privy to before, especially not from the Hawkins upper class. Chrissy didn’t care about his upbringing, his social status, living conditions, or his style. She stood up for him in front of the rest of Hawkins’ finest on more than one occasion, pure acts of heart that to this day many of the townsfolk believe cost the cheerleader her life.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie exhales, then repeats, “this is all my fucking fault.” Panic detectable in the sound of his voice.

“Stop that,” Marianne insists in a whisper, eyes focused on the rockstar as he paces, hands deep in the pockets of his black tailored trousers.

He sighs. “If I had never gotten involved—”

“Eddie, I mean it.” Marianne cuts in. “This is most definitely not your fault and none of the people gathered here today believe that it is.” She tries her best to reassure her favourite client. “I know that may be hard for you to believe considering what you told me recently…”

There’s a pause.

“No one thinks this is your fault, Eddie.”

“She does,” the rockstar says simply, ending the conversation. He then pushes through the double doors that lead inside the church.

The silence inside is agonising. Almost suffocating. Patrons dressed head to toe in all shades of black, staring blankly ahead at the altar. Staring at the open casket which was surrounded by floral arrangements made from dozens of white roses.

Eddie looks ahead, toward the front row, where the family is sitting. Your family. From oldest to youngest, all of your siblings, shoulder to shoulder: Caroline, Valentine, Amelia, and little Jonah in your father’s arms. Your mother is a little removed. She’s at the end of the row and by the way her body is shaking, Eddie can tell she’s crying — understandably so.

There’s a lot to be said about death. Eddie knew that first hand.

Chrissy’s death, for example, was an event that forever changed the trajectory of his miserable life. The accusations, the mob mentality, all of that was the push the brunette boy needed to finally get out of town and make something of himself. Escape. Although, it could have gone either way. He knew that, he wasn’t a complete idiot. It took a long time for the rockstar to come to terms with what happened that night. And even now, years later, Eddie knew that back in Hawkins, he’d forever be blamed for something he didn’t do.

“None of the people gathered here today believe that it is.” Marianne’s words from just moments ago echo in his ears as he desperately tries to get a grasp on his feelings.

This was the third funeral Eddie has ever attended. Second, if you count the fact that the boy was far too young to remember that of his mother’s and it’s not like Wayne ever shared any details. Actually the first funeral because although Chrissy’s burial was a day the brunette rockstar could never forget, he wasn’t entirely welcome there. That didn’t stop him, of course. He did not make his presence known. Instead, Eddie hid between the trees at the cemetery, watching from afar.

Seemingly, the entire town was there which made the young Munson boy angry ‘cause these people didn’t care for Chrissy. They were all phonies. Acting like they knew her when in fact, if asked, they wouldn’t even be able to say what her favourite colour was. Eddie knew her. He really knew her. In fact, Chrissy told him so many times. “I think you’re my only true friend, Eddie.” She admitted one afternoon. “You know, it’s quite lonely being the most popular girl in school. With you though, I don’t feel so alone.”

The memory makes his heart hurt. More so because it’s been locked away for years. Hidden in a metaphoric box that the rockstar swore he’d never reopen. Recently though, considering the circumstances, Chrissy has been on his mind a lot more. Her big blue eyes, her bouncy blonde ponytail. Her smile, her laugh. The sound of her voice. Her kind heart. Recently, Eddie’s been thinking about his friend quite often. Thinking about how he wasn’t allowed to say a proper goodbye.

Goodbye…

“What are you doing here?”

His head snaps up at the question, brown locks bouncing with the sudden movement. He quickly looks around, but no one else currently inside the church seems to be paying attention to him, or to you. And you… You’re staring at him, waiting for an answer.

“I-I came to pay my respects.” It seems rather obvious, although maybe not.

All you do is nod.

Eddie notices how you’ve been crying. On instinct, he reaches for your hand. He wants to offer you comfort. Some solace amongst all of this sadness. To his surprise, you don’t pull away. In fact, you allow your fingers to tangle themselves amongst his and when the rockstar squeezes, once, gently, your whole body seems to relax.

“I am truly sorry for your loss.”

You respond with a timid smile. It’s not much, but it’s all you can muster.

Thursday, October 14. Time? 9:27pm. That’s when you got the call. Your strangely composed father broke the news. An accident. You could hear sirens in the background. He was driving. Someone ran a red light. He was okay. Time seemed to slow as he continued. “Sweetheart, your Nana… Can you pick up your mom and meet us at the hospital?”

The older woman had never looked so frail. Bandaged up. Connected to all sorts of wires and tubes, monitors that beeped so loud you thought your brain was going to explode, machines that were essentially keeping her alive. Your Nana’s eyes were closed when you walked in and for the next three days. You took turns sitting by her side. Talking to her, reading her favourite gossip columns, Val even repainted her nails while Caroline always made sure her hair was brushed and perfect.

News of the accident spread. The hospital room quickly filled with bouquets of flowers and various ‘Get Well Soon’ cards — one of which was signed by Eddie.

Once he heard about what happened, the Corroded Coffin frontman dipped early from his own album release party to fly back to New York as fast as he could. Yes, your grandmother has made it nearly impossible for him to be with you, but at the end of the day, she was still your family and you were undoubtedly hurting. Setting his own feelings aside, he wanted to be there for you. Simple.

If you weren’t at the hospital, you were curled up in bed, crying into Eddie’s chest.

Then you got the call.

Your Nana was awake.

Doctors later explained her sudden surge in energy as terminal lucidity. In the moment however, no one questioned the miracle that brought her back to you and your family. No one batted an eye. Just happy to see her eyes open and hear the snark in her tone of voice. If only for a few hours, she was back to her old self.

“I’m going to get some more coffee.” With a gentle squeeze to your Nana’s hand, your mom exits the hospital room leaving you briefly alone with the matriarch of your family.

There’s a split second of silence during which you contemplate telling her how scared you were that she was going to die, but you stop yourself because there’s no need to burden her mind with such horrific thoughts.

Although, your Nana seems to read your mind.

“Please don’t fill your pretty head with worry,” she says reassuringly, “I know I gave you all quite the scare, but it’ll take a lot more than some car crash to take me out.”

“Don’t joke like that.” It comes out rather flat.

“Then smile for me, my darling.”

You abide by her request, lips twirling upwards for your Nana to see. She mirrors your expression and for the next twenty seconds, all is good again in the world. She really wasn’t going anywhere. You didn’t have to be scared anymore.

“Now that we got that out of the way,” she says matter-of-factly, “This little accident I found myself in did force me to rethink my behaviour with regards to a few things.”

You shake your head. “You don’t have to do that here.”

She ignores you. “I do have to, and want to, come clean about something I did.”

With a swift exhale — for added courage — your Nana spills her shame. Once you hear Eddie’s name escape her tired lips, you sort of black out. Only hearing fragments that don’t entirely make sense to you. Something about bias and her distaste towards the metalhead. Chrissy Cunnigham. The blackmail. The breakup. Your breakup. There’s puzzle pieces missing. Yet even without the borders, even through the haze of the moment, you got fragments of an answer to why Eddie ended things that second time.

The woman you cherished, the woman you had to thank for your entire career, was unfortunately the same woman who came between you and happiness. She made a choice for you. A choice that ended with you bed bound for weeks. Heartbroken. A recluse.

As she squeezes your hand, through tears in your eyes, you ask her if it was worth it. Forcing Eddie to hurt you like that.

Unfortunately, you never get an answer.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The room fills with doctors and nurses faster than you can realise what’s happening. They’re asking you to move out of the way, so you do. You stand at the wall, arms tight against your heaving chest, and you watch, terrified, as the professionals do everything in their power to keep your grandmother alive.

But the beeping doesn’t stop. Not exactly. Instead it slows. Flatlines.

At some point, your mom had returned to the room. She’s panicked, asking what happened. You don’t know what to say, pushing yourself further into the wall behind you, hoping it would swallow you whole — it doesn’t.

Chest heaving, you don’t know how to act, what to do. In the blink of an eye, the space of a single breath, your Nana passed away. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. “She was fine”, you find yourself saying, but no one is listening. The nurses unplugging her lifeless body from all of the machines, while the doctor speaks with your mom, calmly explaining what could’ve caused the sudden change in your grandmother's state.

“She was fine,” you repeat, but don’t move from your spot. Instead, you close your eyes to hold back the tears.

The sadness was imminent. The anger however, well, the anger overwhelmed you.

Your Nana, this human you idolised for your entire life, the person who helped you and shaped you into who the world deemed worthy, the woman who always had your back, turned out to be a liar. She was no better than any of the other leeches who had befriended you only to mooch off your success.

Whatever her reasonings were at the time, she put your happiness aside by threatening your career. Something you’d never thought she’d do. And what was worse, she made a decision for you, then kept it a secret for months on end.

Her and Eddie.

The rockstar is waiting for you when you get home — like he has been every night since the accident. You find him in the kitchen, cooking. He turns when you walk in and immediately drops the wooden spoon in his hand, wiping his fingers on the denim of his jeans before pulling you into a hug.

Eddie is the epitome of comfort, that much you’re sure of. But you don’t immediately return the embrace because your mind is confused. He lied, in a way. He said he wasn’t the relationship type and that’s the reason he can’t be with you officially. Now you know that’s not entirely true.

The Corroded Coffin frontman senses your apprehension, though before he gets a chance to ask what’s wrong, half formed sentences are spilling from your mouth into the crook of his neck.

“She’s dead.”, “She told me—.”, “The blackmail…” , “Why didn’t you?”, “She died— She died before I-I could get the full story.” “Eddie, what the hell—”

You pull away slowly, then wipe your eyes with the sleeves of your cashmere sweater. Eddie’s hand travels to your cheek ‘cause he doesn’t want to let you go, afraid that if you take even one step away from him, you’ll never find your way back.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he whispers and you nod. “And I’m sorry for all the lies.”

“Eddie—”

“Please,” he interrupts, “I-I promise I will explain everything to you, but right now,” the rockstar pulls you in for another hug, “you should get some sleep.”

You nod against his chest and let him lead you across the apartment, towards your bedroom. Like a knight in shining armour, Eddie helps you into bed, taking off your shoes in the process and placing them gently at the corner of the bed. He covers you up with the soft duvet before closing all of the blinds and making himself comfortable next to you.

Before you know it, your eyes are closing. You let tiredness win.

When you wake up, some fourteen hours or so later, the Corroded Coffin frontman is nowhere to be found. Just a note on your bedside table with the words, I’m sorry. I swear I’ll explain my side of the story in time, but right now, it’s best if you’re with your family. I don’t want to get in the way of your family.

Fuck him.

“I am truly sorry for your loss.” Eddie’s words are sincere, you can tell by the slight tremble in his voice. “She may not have been my biggest fan, but I know she loved you.”

“I doubt that.”

He shakes his head. “She loved you, that’s why she did all that she did.”

“You promised you’d explain.”

“I don’t think this is the time—”

“It’s never the right time with you.” You say harshly while looking away, at the crowd of people that knew your Nana at one point during her adventurous life. “Excuse me,” you add without glancing at him again and walk in the direction of your family.

The service is beautiful.

You fight back tears throughout, knowing that there’s always someone lurking, trying to catch you crying for a picture they can later sell to the tabloids for hundreds of dollars. And you do a good job hiding your emotions because that’s what you were always taught to do in public situations. Taught so by the very woman your family was mourning today. You feel her presence strongly in that moment, as you bite the inside of your cheek. You can hear her voice inside your head, telling you to straighten your back and hold your head high, “Never let them know what you are thinking.”. Instead, you’re trying your best to focus on the eulogies.

Your father speaks first. With your little brother steadily in his arms, he reads a letter written by your mother, who was too distraught to come up and read it on her own. His pace is slow as he enunciates every single syllable — something he only ever does when he’s angry or sad. When he’s done, he looks at your crying mother and mouths, I’m sorry, I love you, before stepping off the altar and letting your older sister take his place at the stand.

“My grandmother was a remarkable woman.” Caroline clears her throat into the microphone. She’s equally as composed as you, although the smudged mascara in the corner of her eyes gives away tears she shed before the funeral started.

Caroline continues, “She led an amazing life, although not without its challenges. She overcame it all with grit and wit — qualities she tried to pass onto us, her grandchildren.”

She pauses. Almost as if she’s hesitant to keep going.

“I’m sure each and every one of you here today has a story to share on how my grandmother touched your life. She was a friend to all and an enemy to some.” That earned my sister some laughs. “Her priority had always been our family and now that she’s gone, we definitely feel a void. I for one don’t know if I can still be the same person I was when she was here.”

Caroline finishes with a prayer. She then strides towards the front aisle and retakes her seat next to you. She squeezes your hand, sympathy and encouragement, as you take in a deep breath and stand.

Everything feels in slow motion during the fifty-odd seconds it takes you to stand where your older sister just stood. You retrieve a piece of paper from inside the sleeve of your couture black jacket and lay it flatly in front of you. The words blur in front of your eyes but only for a split second. “Never let them know what you are thinking.”, and so you don’t.

“Our parents give us life. Our grandparents give us a sense of who we are and where we come from,” you begin. “This week, as we said goodbye to my dear Nana, it hit me how incredibly lucky I have been to have her, not only with me, but as an integral part of who I’ve become in my life.”

“Without my Nana, I’d still be singing Dusty Springfield in my bedroom. I wouldn’t know how to play any musical instruments and the poems I’ve written over the years, well, they’d remain just that. As the incredible matriarch, the regal leader in our family, she pushed all of us grandkids to strive for greatness. Without her, we’d be just another family. Faces lost in the sea of New Yorkers. I know I speak for all of my siblings when I say that thanks to our warrior Nana, we learned who we really are and we are able to live our lives without—”

You pause and look up at the crowd, your eyes first landing on the front row, your family, then further, until they meet a certain brown pair. Eddie offers an encouraging smile and even though there are many things running through your mind about what he and your Nana have done, your lips tilt upward to return half the expression.

“We can live our lives freely,” you change the sentence before continuing, “And even though she’s no longer with us physically, I can still feel her presence. She’ll be with me forever.”

As you wrap up your eulogy, the piano begins playing soft notes of You Decorated My Life by Kenny Rogers. Your father stands along with five other men and they take their place by the casket, lifting it carefully then carrying it out of the church.

“Your eulogy was really beautiful.”

Eddie’s voice breaks you away from your thoughts.

The rockstar is leaning against the doorframe of your teenage bedroom, where you’ve come to hide from all of the people gathered in your parents house for the wake. There’s a shaded smile present on his face, kindness behind his eyes. You instantly feel warm.

“It’s hard to be angry at someone who’s given you so much.”

“So you’re just angry with me then?” He probes, stepping inside and gently kicking the door shut with his heel.

Shaking your head, you say, “No, I’m not angry with you, Eddie,” then sigh, “I think I’m just disappointed.”

“That’s probably worse,” he admits.

You pat the blanketed spot next to you, inviting him to sit down. He does so without hesitation and when his arm brushes against yours, you instantly lean your head against his shoulder.

“I just wish you trusted me enough to tell me the truth. Allow me to make my own decision.”

Eddie nods. “I get it. I guess I was just scared you’d think I was making it all up, trying to paint your grandmother as someone she isn’t.”

For a moment, it’s quiet. The afternoon light seeps in through the half-closed curtains, offering a glow that you’ve only ever witnessed in Eddie’s Hidden Hills home.

“Why did you leave that night? When she died, I woke up and all I had instead of the person I really needed beside me was a sorry excuse for a note.”

He doesn’t immediately answer and that frightens you. A thought crosses your mind that he’s still hiding something — which would be crazy since it was your Nana who seemingly orchestrated everything.

“Yeah, that was an asshole move on my part.” He admits, “I uh, I was scared that when you woke up, you’d be twice as angry about this whole debacle with your grandmother that you wouldn’t let me tell you my side of the story.”

“So, your gut instinct was to run?”

“Always is, sweetheart.”

You scoff.

“I wanted to give you the space to grieve and understand your own emotions first before I loaded more shit onto you,” Eddie says honestly.

There’s a split second of silence.

“Can you tell me everything now?”

“If that’s what you want.”

You lift your head, tilting it so that your eyes catch his.

“I want to move on with our lives and that can only happen when I have the full picture.”

Eddie raises a brow. “Our lives?”

“Yes,” you say, taking his ring-clad fingers in yours, “Ours.”

“That’s the moment I really knew I can never let her go again,” Eddie says, hand on your thigh.

The interviewer clicks her pen, satisfied with all of the information the two of you have given her over the last few hours. She lets out a content sigh to prove as much before leaning forward slightly, over her crossed legs.

“I gotta say, you guys are my favourite Hollywood couple.”

“Thank you,” you say with a smile, then glance at Eddie. “We also think quite highly of ourselves.”

“That we most certainly do,” the Corroded Coffin frontman agrees with your sentiment and beams at you affectionately. Your heart soars.

It has been almost one whole year since your Nana passed and you know she’s rolling in her grave ‘cause of how much you’ve accomplished with the rockstar by your side.

After the funeral, Eddie agreed with Marianne, his label, and most importantly, his bandmates, to stay in New York while you finished filming for Law & Order. He took the occasional trips back to the West Coast for photo and video shoots along with management meetings, but for the most part he was by your side, day and night. He came with you to set, championing you on this new journey from singer to actress.

When filming for your character wrapped, you packed a big suitcase and joined him on tour. You’ve never really gotten to go on a road trip. Whenever you went on tour for your albums, it was from the private plane to the venue to the hotel, repeat, repeat, repeat. Being on a tour bus with Eddie and his friends, in a different American city every other night — all while getting to watch Eddie do what he does best, on that stage, in front of thousands of screaming fans — was somewhat also a dream come true for you.

During that time, you finally met Eddie's uncle, Wayne. He came to the show in Indianapolis, watching the performance with you from backstage. Afterwards, Wayne spilled about one thousand secrets and stories from Eddie’s childhood. Some heartfelt, some more delinquent. From the time young Eddie broke his arm while trying to save a stray cat from a tree, and the countless times a teenage Eddie would sneak out to sell weed at rich kids parties.

You fell for him harder then, and even more with each day that passed.

Months later, when the Assistance is Futile tour had its final show in Los Angeles, you told Eddie you weren’t going back to New York: “If you’ll find space for me in that big mansion of yours, that is.”. The brown-eyed rockstar smiled wide at your words, then said: “Our mansion, sweetheart.”.

While you brushed up on your acting skills, landing more and more television and movie roles, Eddie got to work on his third album with Corroded Coffin. That’s when he found the notebooks. Lyrics for songs the two of you had written during your summer together, before your grandmother meddled and it all went to shit. He brought them to you, a twinkle in his eyes.

“I know you’re transitioning away from singing, but hear me out…”

That’s how The Popular Kids was born. Corroded Coffin’s third studio album, with one twist. You.

Which brought you both here, to the interview at Eddie’s Hidden Hills home that has, over a short period of time, also become your home.

“Well, it was great to chat with you two today. Get to know you a little more intimately,” the interviewer says, “Your entire relationship has been very secretive up until this point.”

“Well, this business can be quite cut-throat and there’s very little privacy, which we know is what we both signed up for when we first got into the industry,” Eddie begins, he’s unbelievably natural, he’s made for this — being a star, “The little things, well, we just wanted them to be between us.”

The interviewer nods.

“That’s a little lie, no?”

“What do you mean?” You ask as innocently as you possibly can, because even though you’ve shared a lot of stories today, you haven’t given the whole truth. That remains between you, the rockstar, and your Nana (God rest her soul).

She doesn’t push, quite unlike any other journalist that you have ever come across. Instead, she says how a photographer will be over tomorrow for the shoot and reconfirms that you’ll be the cover of the October issue.

Eddie sees her out and when you’re alone, he asks if you’re happy that you two did this.

“Apprehensive, sure. But yes, happy.”

“Good.” He leans down to plant a kiss on your temple. “I’m happy too and the world deserves to know just how happy you make me,” he adds while trailing kisses along your cheekbones and down your jaw.

You smile. “I don’t think they should know that much.”

“No?” Eddie’s teasing.

“Some things are better kept private,” you murmur into his ear, “Like how you corrupted me at that pool party.”

“And I’ll continue corrupting you for as long as you’ll let me, sweetheart. Getting under your celebrity skin until the end of time. That’s a promise.”

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corrodedcoffinfest · 6 days ago

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Birthday Boy Pop-Up Masterlist

Another fun event has ended here at @corrodedcoffinfest! Thanks again to everyone who participates in any way to make these a success!

This event had 11 total entries from 10 unique participants: 11 Fics, 0 Pieces of Art & 0 Other Works were submitted.

I've updated the spreadsheet with these newest entries, bringing our current total from all events to 348!

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Stay tuned, the next event is happening in February, and the guidelines for it will drop today!

Fic Submissions:

a birthday halfway forgotten by @steddieas-shegoes | Prompt: Birthday, 30 | Rating: E | WC: 3132 | CW: none | Tags: famous corroded coffin, band manager steve, established relationship, fucking on a motorcycle is ill-advised but they do it anyway, hand jobs, anal sex, domestic fluff

I'm sorry, I lied by @keaganz | Prompt: Birthday, 25, 30, ‘Seriously, age is just a number | Word Count: 5747 | Rating: M | CW: alluding to Domestic Violence | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove/Chrissy Cunningham, Gareth Emmerson/OFC | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Eddie is a menace, age difference, Musician Steve Harrington, accidental baby acquisition, meet cute, speed running starting a family, Steve has hearing loss, Steve needs a hug and gets it, Original Child character

Certified Freak by @thisapplepielife | Prompt: 25 | Word Count: 18,235 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sexual Content | POV: Gareth | Relationship(s): Established Steddie, Gareth/Eddie/Steve, Gareth/OCs | Tags: Omegaverse, Modern AU, Late Bloomer Omega Gareth, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington, Heat Sex, Knotting, Omega/Alpha/Omega Threesome, Accidental Bonding, Dinguses x 3, Eddie And Steve Are Trying To Help, But Make Everything Worse

I Missed You by @punkrockmlchael | Prompt: Birthday | Word Count: 3100 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of Starting a Family | POV: Gareth | Relationship(s): Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader | Tags: Gareth Emerson, Corroded Coffin, Life on the Road, Pre-Established Relationship, Birthday Boy, Celebrating Gareth's Birthday on Tour, Soft and Sweet Sex

Just Another Day by @theold-ultraviolence | Prompt: “Seriously? Age is just a number.”, 40 | Word Count: 3k | Rating: G | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Eddie Munson x reader/female!reader | CW: Eddie is hospitalized but there’s nothing tragic or graphic going on, it’s described that he has a heart condition, 40 year old!Eddie, nurse!reader, she/her pronouns used to describe the reader, reader is in her late thirties, friends to lovers, mutual pining, sorta meet-cute, meeting again after high school, mentions of Eddie drinking and doing drugs, mentions of his childhood

Over the Hill by @the-unforgivenn | Prompt: 30, 40 & "Seriously? Age is Just a Number." | Rating: E | WC: 11k | Pairings: Rockstar!Gareth x Drumtech!Fem!Reader | CW: Pining, unrequited feelings (but not really), age-gap romance (reader is 30 and Gareth turns 40), food mentions/eating (reader steals Gareth's fries), feelings - all the feelings, soft!Gareth, snarky!Gareth, smut (thigh riding, oral f!receiving, unprotected semi-public back-of-the-limo p in v sex) | Tags: Gareth Emerson, Fem!Reader, Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson, Jeff Richards, Goodie (this name for him just fit in this lil fic), Roadies Jimmie and Richie, Driver Rob

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hellcheerficdatabase · 1 year ago

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She's a little runaway

Author: @dibidibidani

Rating/Warning: Teen and up audience

Chapter Count: 1/1 (Part 7 of Hellcheer Week 2023 series)

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When the popstar life gets overwhelming, the only thing Chrissy can think to do is to run away from it all for a little while.

Tags: Alternate universe- no vecna, alternate universe- modern au, popstar!Chrissy, Mechanic!Eddie, fluff, love at first sight, Chrissy POV, one-shot, part of a series, status: completed

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lokinightfury · 1 year ago

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Yes, I probably should have been editing the next chapter of This is Music but I ended up with a very particular scene in my head that wanted to come out in a different way. So I present Popstar Chrissy in all her glory…. Please be kind, first time posting any of my art on here and she's just part of a bigger picture I'm still working on :D

#hellcheer #popstar chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham #hellcheer fanart #ao3 fic

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fujiblackthorne · 1 year ago

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hayley williams & taylor york

popstar chrissy cunningham & her guitarist eddie munson ❤️‍🔥

#hellcheer #eddissy #hellcheer prompt #hellcheer au #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #thank you hayley and taylor god bless #paramore #hellcheer edit #not an edit but whatevs #hellcheer headcanon #hellcheer headcanons

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lady-lostmind · 8 months ago

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Transfixed (under your spell)

WC: 7,337 | Rating: E

Summary: Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin hates popstar Steve Harrington. Their feud has been front page news after every event they've both found themselves at for years. What people don't realize is Eddie is just jealous of the girls Steve brings to every event, and how they don't have to hide like he does.

Written for: @steddiesummerexchange

Thank you @oh-stars as always for betaing this!

Read here on ao3 or under the cut!

Eddie moans, rocking his hips and grinding himself against Steve’s ass. “I fucking missed you.”

Steve huffs out a laugh, turning to look over his shoulder, a gleam of annoyance in his eye. “Are you talking to me or my ass?”

Eddie flashes him a cocky grin and gives his ass a loving smack. “Can’t it be both?”

Steve rolls his eyes and wiggles his hips. “Come on, we don’t have a lot of time.”

Eddie glances at the clock on the bedside table. He’s right. Eddie guesses he has about two hours before Chrissy comes looking for him in his room. He’s sure Steve’s team will be on a similar schedule. He wanted to do this last night. Wanted to soak up as much time with Steve as possible, hiding away from the rest of the world. But Steve’s flight didn’t get in until this morning, and they both had expectations to meet. Always somewhere to be, somewhere to go, people to meet. But they have this window. Two hours of uninterrupted time together, and Eddie is going to make the most of it.

Eddie tugs Steve’s briefs down, palming his cheek to pull it to the side and groaning when he sees a plug nestled inside. He presses his thumb against it, grin pulling wide on his face when Steve gasps and shudders beneath him. “Is this here for me, sweetheart?”

Eddie can see the color flood Steve’s face as he nods. “Didn’t want to have to wait. Been too–”

Steve’s words dissolve into a garbled groan as Eddie tugs the plug out quickly.

“Been too what? Hmm? Too long since I fucked you? I wholeheartedly agree. Two months is much too long–” Eddie lines himself up, pressing in slowly, grin still plastered on his face as Steve moans loudly beneath him, hands scrambling to grab onto the sheets.

Eddie doesn’t waste any time. Just starts slamming his hips forward and back. Knows it’s what Steve wants, knows it’s what he’s craving when he lets out a sigh of relief between moans, arching his back further to meet Eddie’s thrusts. Eddie leans forward and lets his hand slip into Steve’s hair, gripping roughly and tugging his head back so he can see the way his eyes flutter, and his mouth drops open on his next moan. Eddie leans back, keeping the tension on Steve’s hair and letting out a moan of his own, trying to keep it up as long as possible even though he’s already struggling not to fall over the edge. It’s been two months, okay?

Steve lets out another low moan as Eddie slams in particularly hard and he knows he’s close too. Can feel the way he keeps clenching around him and the way his breath is getting quicker. If he can just get Steve there first then he can–

KNOCK–KNOCK–KNOCK

Eddie freezes, glancing at the door before locking eyes with Steve who huffs in annoyance.

“Just ignore it.”

Eddie hesitates, rocking his hips slowly before there’s another, more insistent knock on the door and Steve groans, pulling away and pointing to the bathroom. “Go. Hide. I’ll get rid of them.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and snatches his clothes up before hurrying over to the bathroom. He could care less if they see him, honestly. But he knows Steve is in a bad spot with his label. They want to push the pretty straight-boy narrative. Think he’ll sell better if girls think he’s attainable. So he’ll hide away in the bathroom if that’s what he wants.

Eddie shuts the door and leans against it, listening as Steve pulls on a pair of sweats and shuffles over to the door.

“What?”

“We need you for wardrobe. The outfit we picked didn’t get here in time.”

Steve sighs and Eddie can guess that his hands have landed on his hips. “I was supposed to have a few hours off.”

“I know. Sorry.”

“Okay. Give me ten. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

The door closes and Eddie sighs, pulling his clothes on piece by piece. Trying not to be too disappointed. Maybe they’ll be able to get together after everything is done tonight. It would have been nice to at least finish so they didn’t have to go through this whole evening with that unsatisfied ache of an abandoned orgasm but such is life. Expectations. He opens the bathroom door and slinks out, a sad smirk pulling up the corner of his mouth when Steve looks at him from where he’s sitting on the bed. Eddie saunters over to him and uses two fingers to tilt his chin up, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Try again later?”

Steve grins and nods. “Yeah, sorry.”

Eddie shrugs. “S’okay. Duty calls.” Eddie hovers in his space, knowing he should just walk away, but he can’t help himself. “So…who’s the lucky lady tonight?”

Steve sighs, rubbing his hands over his face. “Eds, please. Can we just not?”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Fine. Whatever. See you there, I guess.”

He turns his back on his beautiful boy and strides out of the room with a pit in his stomach.

–

Eddie looks in the mirror as one of what seems like fifty people poke and prod at him so his hair is fluffed and curled in the perfect amount of messed and rumpled while someone else smudges black subtly under his eyes, and another clasps a bunch of delicate chains around his neck. He sighs, locking eyes with Chrissy in the mirror.

“Chris–”

Chrissy flashes him a little grin. “Almost done, I promise. We’re out of here in five.”

Eddie sighs, his leg bouncing as he does his best to sit still. To let these nice people do their jobs, even if he wants to swat them all away, his skin crawling from the sensory overload. When he’s finally released he jumps up, shaking himself out and hurrying away before anyone can change their mind and plop him back in his seat for more torture. He follows closely behind Chrissy as she leads him out of the hotel and into a limo with the rest of the Corroded Coffin boys. He’s handed a beer and Gareth passes him a joint, and even though he hates going to these stupid events, he loves these fuckers.

He takes a long drag and claps Jeff on the shoulder. “Ready to play for a bunch of assholes in suits, fellas?”

Jeff chuckles, pulling at Eddie’s jacket. “You realize you’re an asshole in a suit right now.” He gestures around to everyone else, also in fucking suits. “We’re all assholes in suits right now.”

Eddie grins, shaking his curls around him. “But we’re assholes in suits who are really fucking metal, Jeff.”

Jeff rolls his eyes and Gareth bounces in his seat pointing at Eddie. “HELL YEAH WE ARE!”

They all laugh and Eddie passes the joint over to Grant.

Gareth takes another swig from his beer and chuckles under his breath. “You not what’s really not metal? Did you see who’s opening for us tonight?”

Eddie’s stomach drops but he tries to play it off, keeping an amused smile plastered on his face. Grant shakes his head and Jeff shrugs. “No, who?”

Gareth huffs out another little laugh. “Steve Harrington.”

Jeff groans. “Oh, man. What are these event planners thinking when they do shit like that? Who would ever think he’s a good pairing with us?”

Eddie scoffs, taking the joint again as it makes its way back around to him, flicking ashes on the floor. “He brings in the mainstream appeal. They need a reason for middle aged moms and teenage girls to tune in.”

Grant shrugs. “I don’t know. That new song he has on the radio isn’t that bad.”

All three of them freeze and turn to stare at Grant in shock. Gareth shakes his head. “I don’t even know how to respond to that.”

Jeff points at him. “Five dollars in Eddie’s dickbag jar next practice.”

Eddie snorts, taking another swig of his beer.

Grant squawks in protest. “That jar is for when EDDIE is a dickbag.”

Jeff shakes his head. “I don’t care. Five dollars.”

Eddie laughs along with them, trying to ignore the pit of guilt in his stomach until they’re finally pulling up in front of the venue.

–

As soon as Eddie gets inside his eyes scan the room, locking in when he spots Steve, leaning in next to Nancy, his arm candy for the evening. Eddie watches the easy grin that pulls across Steve’s face, his hand lingering on Nancy’s waist and rolls his eyes. That same hand was wrapped around something very different earlier.

Eddie hears a sigh from behind him and turns to see Gareth looking at him with a pinched face. “Don’t start your bullshit tonight, Ed.”

Eddie’s mouth drops open and a hand lands on his chest in offense. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Gareth scoffs, crossing his arms. “Yeah, okay. Every time Harrington is at one of these things you start shit with him and you end up in each other’s faces, and then it ends up being a big thing. I don’t want to sit through a lecture from Chrissy because you can’t just avoid the guy for one night.”

Eddie huffs out a laugh, turning to stare at Steve again, trying to tamp down the swell of jealousy that rises when Nancy laughs at something he says, her hand landing on his chest. Eddie squares his shoulders and goes to take a step in their direction when Gareth’s hand lands on his shoulder, holding him in place.

“I’m serious, man. We’ve got a tour coming up. We don’t need a big scandal to deal with on top of that.”

Eddie sighs, his eyes following Steve and Nancy, watching as they make their way to their table…right next to Corroded Coffin’s. A grin tugs at Eddie’s mouth and he turns back to Gareth with a nod, clapping his hand on his shoulder. “I hear you, Gare.”

Eddie saunters off toward their table, laughing to himself when Gareth swears under his breath and follows after him. Eddie plops down in his chair, draping himself over the back to lean over to the table next to him, close to Steve’s side. “Harrington–”

Steve jumps, turning to lock eyes with Eddie before he rolls them, a little smirk pulling at his lips before a scowl settles over his features. “Munson–”

Eddie’s eyes flick over to Nancy, whose mouth pulls into a tight line, her body going tense. Eddie chuckles. “You can unclench, honey. I promised not to cause any drama with your boy here.”

Eddie reaches over to squeeze Steve’s shoulder, flashing him a cocky grin when Steve tugs out of his grasp with a huff. Gareth clears his throat to Eddie’s left and he pats Steve’s shoulder again before turning back to his table to sit nice and proper.

Gareth stares at him Eddie splays his hands out. “See, I can play nice.”

Gareth scoffs, but lets it go as the rest of the band settles in around the table. Eddie watches as each of them clocks who’s sitting nearby with a groan. Jeff gives him a pointed look and Eddie just smiles widely at him and points to the stage where the host of the evening is making their way to the microphone.

Eddie zones out while they go through their spiel. He hates these stupid events. He knows it’s good for the band, and if they win something they’ll have a little spike of new listeners seeing what all the hype is about. But they’re boring, and drawn out. And this isn’t even like, a big one. It’s not like they’re at the Grammys or something. But Chrissy got them booked as one of the performers, and the money is ridiculous to play three songs, so he’s here. He’s being good. Well, as good as he can be with Steve sitting two feet away from him.

At the first commercial break Eddie leans back again, tracking the way goosebumps rise on Steve’s neck when he gets close. “You nervous, Stevie? You go on right before us, don’tcha?”

Steve rolls his eyes, ignoring Eddie’s questions.

Eddie flashes him a cocky grin. “Just one song though, right? Not the main event this time, sweetheart.”

Steve’s face flushes bright red and he turns to him with a glare, opening his mouth to retort when the lights flash and the host comes back on stage. Eddie huffs out a laugh and pulls himself back up to sit forward, folding his hands in front of him and avoiding the warning stares from the rest of the band.

Eddie behaves as long as he can stand. He watches the show, claps and smiles at the appropriate times when someone wins an award. Doesn’t even roll his eyes when some little teenie bopper wins best alternative artist. Drinks the shitty champagne they’re passing around and doesn’t even grimace. Takes another offered glass, and another, maybe two more. And then they get to the halfway point, and Steve is coming out on stage with his backtrack and ridiculous mesh shirt that’s absolutely not turning him on, and Eddie is being herded backstage because they go on next, and the rest of the guys are changing and grabbing their gear, but Eddie is drawn to the side stage, where he can see Steve. Watches as he bounces around with a pretty backup dancer, and jealousy pools ugly in his gut. And then Eddie is moving, striding out on stage, the audience breaking out into tense, confused applause as they try to figure out if this is part of the show or not. Eddie slides up on the other side of Steve who freezes like a deer caught in the headlights turning to look at Eddie with fire filled eyes. Another warning. He’s getting a lot of those tonight. But fuck. He can’t stand this fake bullshit.

Eddie leans over and snags a backup vocalist's mic, taps it to make sure it’s actually on, and looks back at Steve right as the chorus approaches, locks eyes with him as he belts out the lyrics that sound like Steve wrote for a pretty girl like Nancy, or the little thing now cowering off to the side, but he knows were written for him.

“I’m transfixed– under your spell.”

Steve’s mouth drops open, his eyes going wide. Eddie’s grin pulls wide and he winks before turning to the front of the stage, rolling his hips to the music.

“I can’t deny this spark, when we’re rolling in the dark.”

Eddie feels Steve saunter up on his side, leaning to drape his arm over Eddie’s shoulders, crooning into his own mic to sing the next line with Eddie.

“I want you so much, baby, and I wish I could tell.”

Eddie looks over and locks onto Steve, his eyes flashing mischievously as he leans in closer to Eddie, and then Steve’s mouth is on his. Eddie drops his mic, tangling his fingers in Steve’s hair and sliding their tongues together. The crowd erupts in cheers, wolf whistling at them as they give them a hell of a show. Eddie can feel all the eyes on them. Knows there’s a camera somewhere close, broadcasting this moment to millions. And he knows, this is a big deal. He knows this will be huge. But he can’t think about that right now. Not when Steve is smiling against his lips before pulling back and nudging Eddie away, back towards the side of the stage so he can finish out the song on his own.

As soon as Eddie is off the stage Chrissy is smacking his arm and pulling him to the side.

“WHAT WAS THAT EDWARD!?”

Eddie’s face scrunches in disgust. She knows how much he hates being called Edward. He sighs, holding his hands up. “I know, I know.”

Gareth crashes into his side, smacking his arm repeatedly. Why are all his friends prone to violence when he messes up?

“OW! OW! Gareth– Stop!” Eddie swats Gareth back, trying to push him off.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, MAN?” Gareth shoves him away, standing back and putting his hands on his hips.

A chuckle escapes from Eddie’s mouth before he can stop it. “You said not to pick a fight with him!”

Gareth and Chrissy stare at him in shock, mouth hanging open. Chrissy shakes her head and goes to walk away, turning to call over her shoulder. “I’m going to start damage control. You guys are on in five. Get your shit ready.”

Steve comes backstage and is immediately pulled off by his own manager who shoots Eddie a furious glare before promptly tripping over her own feet. Eddie flashes her his most charming smile before being pulled over to hair and makeup for a touch up before he’s shoved back on stage with the rest of Corroded Coffin for their performance. It goes really well, the crowd still amped up from the spectacle a few minutes ago. And then it’s time for another commercial break and Eddie is being herded into a little room with the rest of the guys and Chrissy who is typing furiously on her phone, looking up at Eddie in annoyance. And yeah, okay. Eddie feels a little bad about her having to do damage control. But…Steve was the one who escalated the whole thing. He could have just let Eddie make a fool of himself. He didn’t have to play along. Didn’t have to kiss him in front of the whole world. And honestly, Eddie loves the chaos. So he can’t feel too bad. Not when he knows this will be all anyone is talking about for the next few weeks.

Chrissy slams her phone down on the little desk she’s been pacing in front of and rubs her temples before turning to face them. “Okay, so the kiss is already going viral.”

Eddie tries to suppress the grin tugging at his mouth, but from the glare he gets he thinks he’s missed the mark. The rest of the guys groan around him and Gareth swats his arm again in annoyance.

“I said I didn’t want a Chrissy lecture today, man!”

Eddie rolls his eyes while Gareth and the rest of the band talk over top of each other, complaining about his antics. Chrissy leans against the desk with her arms crossed, waiting for them to settle back down when the door flies open and Steve’s lanky manager strides in with Steve slinking in behind her and plopping into a seat by the door.

“Hello, Corroded Coffin. My name is Robin, I will be your cruise director through this absolute shit show of an evening.”

Chrissy snorts, shifting to stand next to Robin. “Why do you get to take the lead? Your boy is the one who kicked this up to critical condition.”

Robin scoffs. “Oh bull–” she gestures to Eddie. “This one has been pulling shit for years. He’s a PR nightmare. He’s the one who interrupted the performance.”

“By performing. We could have spun that.”

Robin grins, a sparkle in her eyes. “We can spin this too.”

–

The room is absolute chaos. Eddie is grinning wildly, soaking up the energy vibrating through the room.

Gareth’s face twists in absolute horror, pointing at Steve. “You want us to feature him. On a Corroded song. Are you insane?”

Steve face scrunches and Eddie’s chest clenches. He puts a hand on Gareth’s shoulder and nods toward Steve. “Hey–come on, man.”

Gareth scoffs, staring at him with wide, crazed eyes. “You’re defending him now? A guy plants one kiss on you and you drop to his feet, Ed?”

Steve’s face flushes bright red and Eddie rolls his eyes, flicking Gareth his middle finger, a snarky smile on his face. “Fuck you, Gare.”

Jeff wedges between them, pushing Eddie back with a hand on his shoulder. “You started all this shit man, don’t blame Gareth.”

Grant comes up behind Eddie, clapping his hands over his shoulders. “Let’s just hear it out!” He shrugs. “A collab could be cool.”

Gareth and Jeff’s mouths drop open, Gareth shaking his head, hands flying up to tug at his hair. “I can’t believe this shit.”

A loud whistle pulls all their attention to Chrissy, standing on the desk. “ENOUGH! We’re at least going to talk about this. It could make the whole thing look like a PR stunt for the song. The kiss is going viral, but so is the clip of Eddie singing Steve’s song.”

Gareth rolls his eyes and flops himself down in a chair, crossing his arms. “This is unbelievable.”

Eddie drifts over to the corner Steve is sitting in as everyone settles back into their seats, catching his eye as he nods to the chair next to him. A little grin tugs at Steve’s mouth and he nods. Eddie flashes him a cocky smile and perches in his seat, leaning in close to Steve while everyone else is busy listening to Robin’s plan.

“Looks like we made quite the mess, big boy.”

Steve looks over at him with a smirk, nudging him with his shoulder but he doesn’t say anything. Just turns his attention to Robin who is still rambling. Eddie isn’t listening. He tilts back in his chair, rocking back and forth on two legs, staring at the ceiling so he doesn’t stare at Steve.

–

Eddie knocks on Steve’s door, fidgeting with his rings, hoping they’re still on after everything. Steve opens the door with a smirk, stepping back to let Eddie in. Eddie slides in and tugs Steve in close, pressing a heated kiss to his lips before pulling back, concern bubbling in his gut.

“So…are we good? Are uh– are you alright?”

Steve nods, leaning back in for another kiss. “Mhm. All good. You?”

Eddie’s mouth tips up and he nods, murmuring against Steve’s lips. “I’m fucking fantastic, baby.”

Eddie pushes his tongue into Steve’s mouth, devouring the satisfied hum that slips from his throat, backing him further into the room. “I think we have some unfinished business from earlier.”

Steve’s backs into the mattress, going down easily with a smile and Eddie climbs over him, unbuttoning his shirt slowly as their tongues tangle together and Steve’s hands fist into the back of Eddie’s shirt. Eddie rolls his hips with a groan, tossing Steve’s shirt over his shoulder to crumple on the floor. Eddie leans back, letting his gaze rake over Steve with hungry eyes, reveling in the flush that creeps down his neck and over his chest. Steve’s hands come up to tug on Eddie’s shirt in a silent demand and Eddie grins, working to open his buttons while Steve’s hands drift down to pop open the button on his pants, gasping when his dick falls heavily out of the gaping fabric, no underwear to catch it.

Eddie huffs out a laugh, throwing his shirt into a pile with Steve’s. “Like what you see, sweetheart?”

Steve rolls his eyes, nudging Eddie back off the bed so they can rid themselves of the rest of their clothes. Eddie climbs back on the bed, gripping Steve’s hips and flipping him over, chuckling at the little ‘Oof–” he makes as he lands on the pillows. Eddie hikes Steve’s hips up, kissing down his back as his hand trails up his thigh and squeezes his cheek before brushing his fingers over–

The plug.

Eddie groans, his forehead dropping against Steve’s back. “You put it back in? Has this been in all night?”

Steve whimpers as Eddie tugs on the plug a little, glancing over his shoulder and nodding. “Mhmm. Come on, Eds. Please–”

Eddie pulls the plug out quickly, replacing it with his tongue and listens to Steve’s words melt into desperate moans. His eyes roll back into his head as he tastes Steve, the sweet tang of sweat from being on stage still clinging to his skin. Steve’s hips jerk forward, seeking out friction he can’t get with Eddie’s tight hold on his waist. Eddie grins into his next lick when Steve lets out a frustrated whine.

“Eddie. Please.” He wiggles under Eddie’s hands, pushing back against him.

Eddie’s restraint breaks and he shuffles up onto his knees, lining himself up behind Steve and sliding his dick between his cheeks until he catches on his hole, the tip slipping in, making Steve clench around him. “Oh fuck.”

Eddie presses in further, sinking into Steve’s sweet, sweet heat with a guttural moan. Steve shudders, hands fisting in the sheets as moans pour out of him, the sound of skin on skin growing louder as Eddie builds up a frantic pace. He’s been on edge since they were interrupted earlier.

Eddie leans down to lick along Steve’s ear, making sure his breath tickles the wet skin as he lets his voice dip deep. “You were driving me crazy tonight, sweetheart.”

Steve whines, clenching down as Eddie’s hand comes up and tugs at his hair, pulling him so they can lock eyes.

“Having to watch you parade around with that pretty girl on your arm. Couldn’t help myself. Wanted your attention back on me.”

Steve scoffs, a cocky little smirk on his face. “Like you have to worry about Nancy.”

Eddie makes his next few thrusts a little punchier, wiping that smug look off Steve’s face as it drops in another moan. “Think it’s funny I got so jealous I had to make an ass of myself on stage, baby?”

Steve groans and nods, his eyes scrunching shut.

“I wasn’t the only one who acted up tonight though, am I, big boy?”

Steve seems incapable of actual words at this point as Eddie pounds into him, only responding with moans that grow higher and higher.

Eddie tightens his grip in Steve’s hair. “Wanted everyone to know you’re mine didn’t you?”

He knows this deserves an actual conversation. One they probably should have had before this. But he can’t help it. Steve kissing him in front of everyone like that has his stupid possessive brain flying high. He doesn’t care that their little stunt blew everything up. Doesn’t care that their managers and labels have to scramble to spin it now. Doesn’t even care that the band is pissed. He’ll make it up to them later. All he cares about is how good it felt to have all those eyes on them after so long of hiding. How this could be a tipping point for them.

Eddie groans, reaching around to grip Steve’s leaking dick, wants to tip him over the edge before he hurdles over his own. He presses rough kisses along his shoulder, hand moving furiously as Steve’s moans stutter, becoming breathier as he nears his–

“Fuck, Eds. Oh god.”

Eddie’s thrusts lose their steady rhythm as he feels Steve pulse around him and he quickly loses his control with a loud moan, tension that has built up for hours unraveling as he spills into Steve. Eddie’s legs give out and he falls heavily against Steve, flattening him into the bed and making him whine as he lands in the wet spot from his own orgasm and they each try to catch their breath. Steve tries to turn, swatting at Eddie so he shifts his weight off him but wraps his arms around him before he can get too far.

Steve huffs out a laugh. “I need to clean up. I’m laying in a wet spot.”

Eddie groans, shaking his head and tightening his arms and shifting them so he’s laying in the mess instead of Steve.

Steve sighs, settling back against Eddie. “You’re disgusting.”

Eddie grins against his back and presses a light kiss to his skin. “You love it.”

Eddie trails his fingers over Steve's skin, trying to stay in this moment for as long as possible. But he can feel the reality sinking back in. The heavy weight of unanswered questions lingering in the air around them. He presses another kiss to a mole on Steve's shoulder and sighs.

“Big move tonight, baby.”

Steve tenses under his hands and nods. “I know.”

They sit in tense silence for a few minutes before Steve sighs and turns to look at Eddie with tears shimmering in his eyes. “I just didn’t want to hide anymore.”

A lump catches in Eddie’s throat and he wipes gently at the tear sliding down Steve’s cheek. “Oh, sweetheart.”

Steve sucks in a shuddering breath and shuts his eyes, leaning into Eddie’s touch and Eddie leans in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Are you sure?”

Steve pulls back to look into his eyes and nods.

Eddie’s mouth pulls into a wide grin, eyes sparkling as a cackle escapes from his throat. “I can’t wait to show you off, baby.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but Eddie catches the bright red that flares on his cheeks before he tucks himself against Eddie’s neck.

–

Eddie strides into Chrissy’s office flopping himself down in the chair across from her desk. He leans back and plops his feet up, sending papers flying and ignoring how everyone’s eyes are on him.

Chrissy sighs heavily and crosses her arms. “Eddie–”

Gareth leans over and smacks his arm. “She’s making us do the song, Eddie. Are you happy now? Was your little stunt worth it?”

Grant mumbles about how he still doesn’t think it’ll be that bad and all of them start talking over each other.

Eddie locks eyes with Chrissy so she knows he’s not fucking around with them. “It wasn’t a stunt.”

Chrissy’s mouth drops open, and the guys fall silent around them until Chrissy composes herself, all business. “Do you want to go forward with the current PR plan or should I call Robin again?”

Eddie’s lips tilt in a sly smirk. “You should call Robin. Whatever Steve wants.”

He can feel the guys staring a hole in him. Eddie turns to Gareth with a shrug. “Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Steve wasn’t ready.”

Jeff and Grant start asking a million questions, talking over one another. But Gareth just stares at him, face serious. “This is real? You two–”

Eddie nods, his grin spreading across his face. “I love him, Gare.”

Gare takes a deep breath, rubbing a hand over his face. “Fuck– lets do the fucking song, then.”

—

Eddie gives Steve a reassuring smile before grabbing his hand and stepping out into a stream of flash bulbs, pulling him in close to his side as his other hand comes up and flips them off all the cameras as they hurry to the car waiting by the curb.

They climb into the back and Eddie glances over at Steve, rubbing his thumb on the back of his hand. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Steve takes a deep breath before flashing Eddie a wide smile. “I’m fucking great, Eds.” He launches himself forward, plastering his mouth to Eddie’s as he climbs into his lap.

Eddie groans as Steve’s weight lands on him, his hands flying up to grip tightly at his waist, licking into Steve’s eager mouth as they roll their hips together and the car pulls away from the curb.

Eddie snickers against Steve’s mouth when he lets out a low whine. “Did it turn you on having everyone see you on my arm, baby?”

Steve nods, letting out a little ‘uh-huh’, dragging his lips over Eddie’s and grinding down on his lap. The car slows to a stop as Eddie kisses along Steve’s jaw. They pull apart just as the door opens to annoyed sighs and groans as the rest of the band climbs in the car and Steve slides off Eddie’s lap and into his own seat with bright cheeks.

Gareth rolls his eyes and flops down across from them. “Is this what it’s going to be like now?”

Eddie flips him off with a smile and Grant scoffs. “Like you were any better when you were going out with that girl last year who stole the dickbag jar when you broke up with her.”

“ – at practice.” Jeff interjects with a pointed glare.

Gareth glances between Steve and Eddie with a huff. “Fair point. Proceed.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and drops his hand on Steve’s thigh, leaning over to press an only slightly inappropriate kiss on Steve’s lips. “That’s Gareth’s version of ‘Welcome to the family.’”

–

Eddie knocks on Steve’s door, bouncing excitedly on his feet. As soon as the door opens he rushes in, wrapping Steve up tight in his arms, leaning back to lift him and swing from side to side. “NUMBER ONE, BABY. NUMBER ONE!”

Steve chuckles, swatting Eddie’s arm. “Put me down!”

Eddie sets Steve down and stares at him with bright, shining eyes. “We’re at the top of all the fucking charts you little crossover genius.”

Steve rolls his eyes but his mouth tugs into a shy smirk. “Even the rock charts?”

Eddie nods vigorously, sending his hair flying all around. “Baby, it’s already Corroded’s number one streamed song on Spotify. It blew past our Grammy winner in two days.”

Steve’s smile stretches wider and his eyes take on a menacing gleam. “How pissed is Gareth?”

Eddie cackles. “Oh, he’s fucking fuming.”

Steve huffs out a laugh, tugging Eddie forward by his shirt. “Good.”

Eddie grins, reaching up to trail his finger along Steve’s jaw. “I personally think it’s something worth celebrating.”

Steve nods, creasing his brow very seriously. “Oh, absolutely–” His face drops into an innocent pout. “What should we do?” He trails his fingers down Eddie’s chest. “Go out for drinks?” His hand slips further down, teasing the hem of his shirt. “Dinner?” His hand plays with the waistband of Eddie’s jeans. “Oh! – We could go dancing!”

Eddie lets out a huff of air as Steve’s fingers slip inside his pants and he groans impatiently when they pop back out and head back up his chest.

Steve chuckles, batting his lashes at him like he has no idea what he’s doing. “Did you have something else in mind?”

Eddie grabs Steve’s hips and walks him backward until he hits the couch and pushes him down. He straddles his lap and tilts his chin up, leaning in so their lips are almost brushing. “Think we can celebrate right here, don’t you?”

Steve nods and surges forward, pressing their lips together with a soft moan. Eddie cups Steve’s face in his hands, licking eagerly into his mouth. Steve’s hands fist into the back of Eddie’s shirt and tries desperately to roll his hips under Eddie’s heavy weight in his lap.

Eddie pulls back, chuckling against his lips. “You having a little trouble there, baby? You want me to help you out with something?” He punctuates his point by grinding down roughly, smiling when Steve groans loudly, his hands tightening on Eddie’s shirt and trying to pull him back down to his mouth.

Eddie grins at him cockily, pushing back against his hands, refusing to budge. “I didn’t hear you answer me, sweetheart.”

Steve huffs with a little pout and whines. “Eddie–”

Eddie glides his thumb over Steve’s bottom lip and makes his voice high and whiny like Steve’s. “Stevie.”

Steve tries to buck his hips up again and Eddie chuckles, grinding down again. “I’d love to help, baby. Just need to know what you want.”

Steve rolls his eyes and leans forward to press his forehead against Eddie’s chest. “You know what I want.”

Eddie runs his fingers through Steve’s hair. “Yeah, I do. But I want to hear it.”

Steve snakes his hands up under Eddie’s shirt and pushes his whole face into his chest with a frustrated groan, his words coming out in a muffled jumble. “Want you to fuck me.”

Eddie hums, rolling his hips. “There’s my good boy.”

Steve whines, his hands wandering over Eddie’s skin impatiently. Eddie reaches over his head and tugs his shirt off, huffing out a laugh when Steve lets out another whine, his eyes darting over the exposed skin before flicking up to lock onto Eddie’s, wide and wanting. Eddie grins sweetly at him before backing off Steve’s lap to take off the rest of his clothes, chuckling when Steve just stares at him.

Eddie gestures to Steve. “You just going to stare or get naked so I can give you what you want?”

Steve comes back to himself, cheeks blushing as he stands and hurries to strip himself bare. Eddie tilts his head, letting his eyes linger on the beautiful sight before him and groans, reaching down to grab himself when his dick twitches in anticipation. He groans and closes the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Steve and kissing him roughly before pulling away and swatting the side of his thigh. “Turn around. Knees on the couch, baby.”

Steve nods, scrambling to climb back up on the couch, leaning over the back cushions and arching his back deliciously, putting his perfect ass on display. Eddie lets out a moan and smacks Steve’s cheek, giggling as he watches it jiggle and relishes the little gasp it pulls from Steve. He pulls his cheek to the side and drops to his knees so he can dive in, licking a long stripe up Steve’s crack and swirling along his rim, moaning right along with him. Now that he’s started he can’t keep up the facade of nonchalance. As much as he loves to tease Steve and drag things out as long as possible, he also can’t get enough of this beautiful man once he gets a taste.

Another long swipe of his tongue and heavy moans. “Fuck, Stevie. You taste good.”

Steve whines, pressing back against him, getting more impatient now that he’s so close to getting what he wants. Eddie adds two fingers to the mix, letting his spit gather and drip over Steve’s hole to aid the glide as he pushes in. Steve lets out another shuddered moan, his hands gripping tightly on the couch as Eddie works him open on his tongue and fingers, his heart swelling with pride when Steve begs for more, doesn’t even flinch when Eddie slips in a third. Eddie presses kisses all along his lower back, singing praises into his skin as he works his fingers in and out. “So good, Stevie. Look at you. Such a good boy.”

Steve lets out a whimper, and shifts to look back at Eddie with pleading eyes. “Eds. Please.”

Eddie sighs, glancing around. Spit is enough in a pinch for fingers but– “Gotta go get lube from your room, baby.”

Steve whines, pushing back onto Eddie’s fingers when he tries to pull them away. Eddie chuckles, pressing another kiss on Steve’s sweat slick skin. “Be right back.”

Eddie hurries to Steve’s room, snatching the lube out of his bedside drawer and almost knocking a lamp over in the process. He makes his way back to the living room, rounding the corner and stopping dead in his tracks with a guttural moan as he takes in the sight before him. Steve is spread out on the couch, his own fingers have replaced Eddie’s and his other hand is wrapped around his dick, stroking slowly. He looks up and grins smugly as Eddie drools over him from across the room.

Eddie steps forward, dropping to his knees in front of the couch and settling in to watch the show. Steve’s face drops into a pout and he whines, dropping his dick to reach for Eddie who shakes his head and scoots back, just out of reach.

“You fucked up now, baby. I was all ready to give it to you until you started this. Now I want to watch.”

Steve huffs in annoyance, dropping his head back against the cushions. Eddie grins and shuffles closer to his head, leaning over to peck his lips sweetly and whisper in his ear. “Always so pretty up on a stage, sweetheart.”

Steve groans and tries to snag another kiss from Eddie, whining when he moves out of reach again. “Finish the show, baby.”

Steve sighs heavily and pouts some more, but his hands resume their movements, picking up speed. Eddie uncaps the lube, leaning over to let it drip onto Steve’s fingers as they move swiftly in and out, smirking when the cold liquid pulls a gasp from Steve’s lips. Eddie sits back, lazily squeezing his own dick as he watches Steve work, listening to his moans and taking in all the ways his face scrunches in pleasure. Feels his heart swell as he thinks about what a luxury it is to have the time to stretch this out. To take their time. How nice it is that they can do this here, at Steve’s place, and not care about anyone seeing Eddie leave in the morning. That they don’t have to hide anymore. That he can sit here for as long as he likes, watching this gorgeous man writhing on the couch and not wonder if he’ll have to sneak out in the middle of the night. He can just enjoy it. Fucking savor it. Because the world knows now. The world knows and it didn’t end. Eddie shifts forward, reaching out to stroke the side of Steve’s face. He runs his fingers through his hair, down his chest, over his tightly clenched abs. Watches as he gets closer and closer to the edge. Knows it’s coming when a little crease forms between his brows and reaches down to grab his wrist, stopping his movements right at the peak and smiling down at him when he lets out a frustrated whine, staring up at him with sad, confused eyes. Eddie pulls Steve’s hands away completely as he moves between his legs and slots himself in place, locking eyes with him as he sinks in slowly and Steve’s eyes roll back, a loud moan rumbling out of him as he clenches around Eddie. As soon as he’s pressed fully in, Eddie pulls back and slams back, wrapping his hand around Steve’s dick and stroking at the same brutal pace as his hips, hurtling him back to the edge he ripped him away from. Tears gather in Steve’s eyes and he pulls Eddie down to lean over him, knotting their tongues is a messy tangle as he falls over, pulling Eddie with him as their moans morphe together.

Eddie slumps against him, sucking in deep breaths before shifting them carefully so he can lay beside Steve without dislodging himself, trying to avoid dealing with their mess for a little longer so he can hold Steve close. They lay in comfortable silence, their tacky skin sticking together as they come down from the high with soft touches and lingering kisses until Eddie shifts so he can look Steve in the eye, his voice quiet but sure. “Come on tour with us.”

Steve lets out a soft chuckle. “Yeah, right.”

Eddie smiles, trailing his thumb along Steve’s jaw, watching as Steve realizes he’s not joking. “You’re serious?”

Eddie nods. “Don’t wanna leave you for six months, baby. I’m just getting used to having you around all the time.”

Steve looks at him with wide eyes. “How would that even work?”

Eddie shrugs. “Open for us. We can do our song as the encore.”

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up and he huffs out a laugh. “You want me to open for Corroded Coffin?”

Eddie nods, thumb still stroking Steve’s face lightly. Steve shakes his head and lets out a little sigh. “Gareth is going to be so pissed.”

Eddie’s face pulls into a wide grin and he chuckles under his breath. “Is that a yes?”

Steve rolls his eyes and nods. “Yes, it’s a yes.”

Eddie throws his head back and lets out a triumphant laugh, shaking Steve excitedly and pulling him in for a deep kiss, smiling when Steve giggles against his lips.

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CC TV

Four in the morning was the absolute worst time of day. Too late to stay up and still feel good, too early to wake up without feeling like he wasn't being punished - just the worst.

At least it seemed like everyone else had the same opinion as the roads were nearly empty as he raced to his production company's office building. Not the larger one he usually visited with the recording studios, but the more traditional office building where most of those in management got their work done.

Screeching into a parking spot (or two, he didn't really check the lines), Eddie barely managed to turn off the car before hopping out and rushing in. His nerves were already shot when he got the call to head over fifteen minutes ago, but seeing the ambulance parked outside the back entrance only ratcheted them up further.

A quick glance showed him that the vehicle was empty. Quiet.

Inside the building then.

The jangling noises of his chains was distracting as he tried to find the right room in the maze of offices, but not because it was loud. Conversely, it was because he didn't have time to throw on everything he normally did and the fact he only had a wallet chain and his keys kept making him think he left something behind.

(He did. He left them at home which meant he didn't need to keep checking his wrists for bracelets that weren't there, especially when it only brought attention to the fact he was only wearing two rings right now.)

Eventually he turned the last corner only to stop short when he nearly ran into someone.

"Whoa there." Eddie leaned back, hands up but not quite touching the slim woman in front of him, held there just in case she fell over as she stumbled back.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." He saw a flash of red rimmed blue eyes before she glanced over her shoulder at the door just behind her. Reading the 'Security' listed on the front, Eddie felt his eyebrows rise up. When the woman turned back her lopsided blond ponytail swung over her shoulder. "Do you need to get past? I'm just waiting on my manager and..."

She took a shaky breath, holding it as she blinked rapidly and Eddie's own worry diminished a little in the face of hers.

"Yours too?" Because that's what his terrible wake-up call was about.

"Too? Oh!" Hand coming up to cover her mouth, the woman looked more surprised than sad, which wasn't much better, but a step in the right direction. "You mean Miss Buckley?"

"That's my Birdie." Eddie confirmed with a smile that probably didn't look as relaxed as he tried to make it if the woman's sympathetic look was anything to go by. Not too sympathetic though, which meant Robbie was probably fine behind that door. Probably.

Christ, Eddie hoped so.

Robin was an old friend from high school, part of the marching band where he and the others went off the rails early to try and catch the crazy train to stardom. But even though she never wanted to trade her trumpet for a guitar, she helped them land gigs, set up their shows, and even followed them into the business when they first got signed. She couldn't just walk directly in and become their manager unfortunately, so she worked her way up through the usual routes, interning then assistant until she got enough experience that they could request her specifically.

He wasn't sure what they'd do without her at this point. Both personally and professionally.

Damn, he needed to call the others. Not right then, but after he got more information. He needed to remember that

"Wait, that means-" Frown turning around into an excited smile that only wobbled a little, the woman pointed at him. "You're the other CC! Oh, goodness! I've heard so much about you!"

Other CC?

Hang on.

Eddie blinked again and tried to wake up a little more. He thought the woman looked familiar, but he it was probably because he just wasn't used to seeing her in casual clothes instead of over the top stagewear or the high fashion she wore while modeling.

"Chrissy C?"

"You've heard of me?" The popstar looked surprised and delighted, as if there was anyone in the industry who hadn't heard of the rising star. She took home a Grammy last year for god sake!

"I'm more surprised you've heard of us." Eddie pointed out, completely reasonably.

"Of course I have!" Chrissy looked almost offended at the insinuation that she wouldn't even though their genres were completely different and the industry was huge. "I love Corroded Coffin! The Crawl is one of my favorite songs to listen to before going on stage!"

That, Eddie could feel the tips of his ears flushing a little, that was quite a complement actually. The anthem was one he and the others wrote together years ago, something to pump them and the crowds up as it literally screamed about never giving up even in the face of death.

He fought the need to grab a piece of hair to hide behind. It was an old instinct, one he tried not to do because it was all too frequently interpreted as flirting when really it was an old remnant of when he was a shy middle schooler. (And yeah, sometimes it was flirting, but relationships as a rockstar were insanely difficult, so he tried not to send mixed signals if possible.)

"Besides," she continued before he could find the words to thank her, "I'm not sure I could avoid hearing about you if I wanted to. My manager and his siblings all love your work."

Her joke was immediately cut off by a gasp before she backtracked.

"Not that I want to avoid hearing you! I love it!" She assured him, brows drawn together as if worried he was getting the wrong impression. "It's just, they were the ones to introduce me to it and they're always playing it when we're home and sometimes on tour and I'm going to shut up now."

That last part was so much like Robin that Eddie couldn't help the laugh it pulled from him.

"You talk to Robin a lot?" It sounded like it, if their mannerisms were starting to merge.

"A bit." A pretty pink flush rose to her cheeks and she looked back at the door to the security office again. "Only when we happen to be in the office at the same time. Well, when Steve needs to be in the office and Miss Buckley's in."

"Steve?" Eddie couldn't remember anyone signed to the label named Steve. Maybe one of the other ensemble bands or one of her backups?

"My manager, Steve Harrington." Waving a hand back to the security office, Chrissy bit her lip. "He has the office next to Miss Buckley's."

Oh! That Steve! Of course. Damn, Eddie must really be out of it, because not only did he have to put up with Robin griping about 'Stupid Harrington' this and 'you won't believe what Harrington said' that after she got her current possition, but after a few months it all turned around to be 'and you'll never believe what the dingus did today' in such fond tones. Whatever got Steve Harrington in Robin's good books Eddie may never know, certainly not from her.

Some best friend she was.

She wouldn't even show him a picture of the guy! Something about 'avoiding the inevitable' which was an ominous thing to say.

(Eddie did try to figure it out on his own, but he didn't really come here that often and the one time he tried checking the other offices he nearly ran into the hottest guy he'd ever seen and only missed tossing hot coffee on the poor unsuspecting man by inches. Needless to say he kind of avoided the place out of sheer embarrassment for the two months directly following that.)

"They're the only two that got trapped in the back elevator." Chrissy assured him.

The back elevator that got stuck for two hours before someone in Security realized something was wrong. The whole reason why they called Eddie in as Robin's emergency contact. Right.

"Do you know how they're doing?" And why Chrissy's manager didn't contact someone sooner? Eddie knew exactly why Robin couldn't - her cell broke just yesterday afternoon - surely it couldn't have happened to both of them on the same day, right?

"They were monitoring them on oxygen when they asked me to step outside." Reaching up, she tugged on her ponytail in a way that made it obvious why it was so lopsided. "The rooms a bit too small for everyone to fit."

"Oxygen?" That was more worrying than the rest of it. Aren't elevators ventilated? "Why would they need that, did they pass out?"

"Whatever broke gave off a smell or something?" She gave her ponytail another worried tug. "They couldn't say. Some maintenance person is looking at it now. Their Oh-Two levels were just low so they're being careful."

That was concerning, but not life threatening. Eddie could feel the tension lingering in his shoulders, but until he saw Robin whole and hale he wasn't going to be able to shake it. Maybe he could distract Chrissy before she tore her hair out though.

"Are you and Steve close?"

"Of course!" Chrissy looked confused for a moment before the question really clicked and he watched her face scrunch up into a mildly disgusted look. "Um, not probably the way you're thinking."

Well, it was certainly a milder version of Robin's usual gagging whenever anyone asked if she was dating Eddie or any of the other guys.

"He's my second cousin." She explained and oh boy, maybe she and Robin should swap reactions. Chrissy had way more reason to be grossed out by the implications. "We didn't really know each other well until my mother pushed me to try to go professional. He was already working with a label at the time, though as more of a runner than a manager, so our parents got us in touch."

Ah, nepotism. Eddie wondered how old this guy was to get her in to the biz. If he was in his forties and fifties it would narrow the pool of managers Eddie got a good look at up on Robin's floor. (Maybe the balding one?) Well, he'd be more mad if she didn't have the talent to back it up.

"Helped you get signed then?"

She shook her head so vehemently her hair tie started to slip.

"Oh, no. We actually kind of bombed with his original label. Well, I did." Pausing, she glanced over her shoulder and then over Eddie's as if there would be anyone else in this pace at four in the goddamn morning. There weren't any camera's to avoid either, not directly outside the security office (which felt like a huge hole in security actually). She even lowered her voice to say, "When they tried to, uh, ask me to convince them to sign me he basically quit on the spot."

Damn. Well, Eddie certainly knew why she was so cautious. Sleeping your way into the industry wasn't unheard of and he wasn't about to look down on those who wanted to try and do it to follow their dream, but Eddie knew he wasn't the only one to be disgusted by executives and producers who thought it should be the norm. If everyone involved consented it wasn't Eddie's place to judge, but anything other than explicit consent was never something he could get behind.

(In fact, he was more than happy to take whatever steps necessary to ensure it would never happen to anyone ever again, but that was a whole other argument and the look on Chrissy's face said he'd be preaching to the choir right then.)

So, less nepotism and more heroics, huh?

"Sounds like a good dude."

"He is." She confirmed with a soft smile, that turned a little mischievous. "When he's not being a petty bitch, of course."

"A bitch?" Eddie prompted with a smile of his own, more than happy to keep them both distracted with this unexpected gossip session as they waited for that damn Security door to open.

"Oh, yeah." Nodding seriously, she ignored how her hair was practically down at this point to lean in like telling a secret. "He says it's a defense mechanism from having to look after his kids for so long, but I know it's just because he was a mean girl in high school. Babysitting probably didn't help it, but it definitely wasn't the start, you know?"

A heroic, bitchy babysitter? This guy was sounding a bit impossible.

"I'm beginning to think you're pulling my leg, Miss C." He grinned when she pouted at him. "Next you're going to tell me he's a handsome prince who loves long walks on the beach and getting caught in the rain."

Hand slapping to her face, Chrissy snorted loud enough to earn her a concerned look. Still choking on a laugh she shook her head only to laugh harder when her ponytail finally gave up the ghost and the tie hit the floor.

"While I do love making pretty girls laugh," Eddie admitted with a wink before leaning down to pick the hair tie up. "I didn't think that joke warranted all that."

"Sorry!" She squeaked out before taking some deep breaths to try not to laugh, her stress obviously bleeding into the happier emotion and making it hard to control. It mostly worked, but Eddie could still see her lips twitching as she explained. "Some of the other kids in high school called him 'King Steve' actually?"

The last came out as a question before she had to bite her lips against further laughter and Eddie let out a sharp laugh of his own because what were the odds?

"How do you even know that?" He asked, incredulous. Waving the hair tie, he motioned for her to turn around. Did her cousin like to relive his glory days or something?

"He was only one year above me," she pointed out like it was obvious, before doing as he asked. Eddie's hands were already pulling her hair back as the words sunk in and he paused for a moment. "It wasn't that hard to figure out."

So not some old guy then. Shit. That was most of Eddie's last defense against thinking that this random manager might be his dream guy.

Because the only other manager around their age on Robin’s floor was the guy he nearly scalded with coffee.

He tried not to think about that as he put her hair back up.

Tried not to think about tanned skin, brown eyes, plush lips. Tried not to think about the guilty dreams he had in the days and weeks that followed, the ones where he wasn't a klutz, where he was smooth enough to ask the guy out, to hear more than just a startled 'It's fine', to feel how soft those lips might be.

It didn't work.

Just the not thinking part. Chrissy's hair looked amazing once he was done with it.

"He single?" The question slipped out almost unconsciously. Actually, Eddie didn't really intend to ask it at all, but four o'clock in the morning made him a bit stupid. Again, it was a punishment even as the clock ticked closer to five.

He would have face palmed if it weren't for how quickly Chrissy turned to face him.

"Yes." Chrissy answered before he could take it back then jumped directly to a question of her own. "Is Miss Buckley?"

Oh. Oh. Someone's got a crush (and it's not just him on some guy he's probably only spoken to once).

Chrissy C, biggest popstar of the last three years, wore an expression so hopeful it made Eddie want to pinch her cheek.

"She is indeed."

Chrissy's smile lit up the hallway.

Actually, that was probably just the light from the Security room.

"CC?"

Eddie blinked away the spots caused by the brighter light and felt his breath catch at the sight of the man standing in the doorway.

It was him.

His brown eyes were concerned and his lips were set in a slight frown as he looked the other woman over. The guy looked tired, bags under his eyes and his clothes wrinkled, but none of that could stop Eddie from noticing the shape of his jaw, the curl of his hair across his brow, the size of his hands as he reached for Chrissy.

"Hey, TV," Chrissy reached out to take the offered hand, voice soft. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." Someone inside, probably Robin if Eddie was hearing it right, told him to sit back down and the guy rolled his eyes. "How about you? I thought I heard you out here?"

Dreams of that voice really couldn't measure up to hearing the real thing. Eddie wasn't sure if the guy's voice was rough from what they just went through or if it sounded like that all the time, but he couldn't quite stop the shiver working it's way up his spine at the sound of it.

"I was talking to - oh," Chrissy gave Eddie a guilty look before turning back to the man. "Oh, Steve help, you know I'm bad with names."

Those brown eyes met his and the introduction Eddie was going to make died on his tongue, because Steve's eyes were almost glowing in the fluorescent lighting and something about having that full focus on him made Eddie's mind go just as blank now as it did when he bumped into the man three months ago.

"Eddie Munson." His name slipped out of those perfect lips and Eddie couldn't do anything but smile in return, barely managing a nod, one hand tugging a lock of hair forward unconciously.

"That's it! Eddie!" Chrissy grinned at him, the sparkle in her eye only growing as she tugged Steve out of the doorway. "He was kind enough to keep me company while we were waiting on you."

"Really?" It looked like Steve was having as much trouble looking away as Eddie was, because his eyes only flicked down to Eddie's rumpled clothes once before settling on his face again as he offered a small smile. "Thanks."

"No problem." The words came out almost as a whisper so Eddie cleared his throat and tried again. "It was a pleasure getting to know the 'other CC'."

Chrissy threw him a grin and then grabbed the handle to the security office.

"I'm going to check on Miss Buckley, keep an eye on Steve, alright?" She said like that made any sense when Eddie came here specifically to check on his best friend, but he was also pretty sure Birdie would be in good hands and he hoped to god that Steve wouldn't mind being in his.

"Of course." The promise was unnecessary, seeing as the door was already swinging shut, but something about it had Steve raising a single brow, attention still focused on Eddie.

"You're going to keep an eye on me?" Steve asked, a smirk curling the edges of his mouth in a way that made it somehow more impossible to look away from. "After everything that Rob's had to pull you out of?"

"I see my reputation proceeds me." Grinning, Eddie tipped forward, tilting his head to one side teasingly. "Surely you don't think I could get in to anything in a back hallway, do you Stevie?"

When Steve didn't back up, didn't lean away, didn't try to hide the way his eyes tracked Eddie's tongue as he wet his lips, Eddie reached out with one finger to tug at Steve's belt loop with a grin.

"I think you could certainly try." The hand that covered Eddie's was warm and he still desperately wanted to know if Steve's lips were just as soft as they looked, as soft as his touch.

And maybe it was a really good thing there weren't any cameras here, because relationships were hard when you were a rockstar and hiding the way Steve backed Eddie up to the opposite wall to let him feel just how soft his lips were would be really difficult otherwise.

At least this way they managed to make it two weeks before some pap caught them holding hands in a restaurant a few blocks down the road.

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Thanks again for helping me with the prompt poll! Jokes a bit on you because this one kept asking to be written so I already had most of it done before the poll finished, but it's nice that my muse read your collective minds for once lol

If it wasn't obvious: CC is Chrissy Cunningham and Corroded Coffin and TV was Chrissy's way of shortening Stevie to a similar nickname. When I get this on AO3 one day I may change the title, but we'll see

#steddie fic #steddie #ficlet prompt poll result #fandom: stranger things #chrissy x robin #singers and managers au

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