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Fame and Fortune
Do you dream of glory? Crowds of thousands all adoring beneath you. The roaring cheers echoing in the arena. Countless of small white lights held up like beacons creating a sea of waving stars all for you. Breathless exhilaration has your chest heaving, skin glistening and damn. To feel like a god: never ending, eternal.
What would you be willing to do to get it?
What are you willing to sacrifice for fame?
Who are you prepared to lose?
Could the love of millions be worth the love of one?
āā
[Backstage: Corroded Coffin Global Tour-Los Angeles, Ca]
Eddie is pacing, more than just pre-show nerves numb his hands. His cigarette burns quickly, ash falling on the carpeted floor, but no amount of nicotine filled lungs will fix this. Gareth, his drummer and long time friend, is watching him pace, eyes pleading.
āIs it worth it, Eddie?
We all got what we wanted; why are we miserable? You canāt lie to me, we all feel it. I see it in everyone, even you! You havenāt been the same sinceāā He receives a withering glare from the frontman and sighs, speaking softer.
āI miss mom and my little sister. Itās been so long since Iāve seen themā¦ Iām no longer drawn in her crayon family portraits, did you know that? Does Anne even remember me, anymore?
How can you keep going like this and expect us to do the same? Iām gratefulāI really amāfor you. You got us where we are now, a fantasy that we never even dreamed would become reality. It was amazing, Iām glad I got to experience it all with you, but Iām tired. Iām so tired guys.
I just want to go home.ā
The long drag he takes burns his throat,
āLook, weāre all tired, I get it. Really, I do, this tour has beenā¦ particularly grueling Iāll admit, but come on. This is our last show, the big finale! Weāll give them all we got and then weāll be able to take a break to freshen up before doing what we do best: creating kick ass music.
Like always. Youāll feel better after this, we always do after the last showāā
Gareth cuts him off, his patience clearly stretched thin.
āNo, Eddie, listen to me! Itās different this time. Iām happy with the money weāve made, we all have enough to live comfortably and Iāve been thinking that, you know, itās time to settle down. I canāt do that if Iām always working. This, the band, it doesnātā¦ it doesnāt make me happy anymore.ā
Jeff stands and his imposing figure makes Eddie pause from wearing a path into the floor.
āHeās not the only one, man. Im sorry, but its killing me. We donāt expect you to give it up either, you can keep the band name, find new members, keep signingā¦ But for us? We canāt keep going, man. This is the end of the line.ā
āNot him too. Fuck. Fuck!ā
āNo! What am IāIāve given up too much for this, you canāt just, fucking, bail on me!ā This band, playing with his friends, itās become his entire world. Heās lost too much to get here.
āWoah, woah, hey! No one fucking told you to and you know it. Weāve always had your back no matter what, but anything you chose to do is on you. Not us. The least you could do is extend us the same fucking curtesy and respect the fact that weāre fucking done with this bullshit.ā
His gaze is venom as he looks at band, Grant and āFreakā silent but agreeing with the rest. They refuse to meet his gaze.
āFine. Do whatever you want.ā He turns and leaves. Theyāll be starting in 15 minutes.
Fucking cowards. Ungrateful bastards.
A memory plays in his head. Brief and intrusive. The voice of someone long gone from his life rings in his mind.
āIāve missed you, Ed. Are you done at the studio, yet? When are you coming home?ā
āSteve, this is important. You know this. Iāll be pulling a few more all nighters hereāthis album has to be perfect, baby.ā
A crackling sigh is barely audible through the phone.
āI know, I know. Iām just being selfish. Iām sorry. Miss waking up to you next to me.ā
āMiss you too, baby. Youāre my world you know. Love you more than anything.ā
āMore than music?ā Itās a timid question.
āNow, letās not get ahead of ourselves,ā heās the only one to laugh into the receiver.
āRightā¦ night, Eddie.ā
āWait, Stevāā fuck. It was only joke. Whatever, heāll apologize tomorrow.
Right now, he has music history in the making.
#take a break Ed Steveās heart still waits for you#steddie#steddie headcanon#steddie prompt#steddie ficlet#steddie drabble#steddie fic#famous eddie munson#rockstar eddie munson#steddie angst#corroded coffin#bee speaks
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Some guy Steve and rockstar Eddie
Steve sees Eddie out in public and partially recognizes him, no idea he's famous but in one of those I've definitely seen your face before but he can't get his concussion riddled brain to place where
Eddie meanwhile is bracing himself for either an over eager fan or based on how angry Steve's confused face is for him to start shouting about 'satan worship'
Imagine Eddie's surprise when Steve does finally approach him he simply asks 'do you know Dustin?'
#steve appologizes when eddie says he doesnt#thinking hes mistaken eddie for someone else#he hasnt#dustin has shown him countless photos of eddie#he just never paid super close attention because hes not a metal fan#once eddie realizes this is neither a fan going to make a scene or weird religious stuff#hes going to hardcore flirt with the hot guy#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#stranger things#rockstar eddie munson
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Just waiter Steve whoās in tiny black shorts because Robin didnāt like how the pair she was assigned fit. So they swapped, Robin with the baggier basketball shorts and Steve with the short but reasonable pair. Both of them have ties and a button down, and some days even wear sunglasses for the bit.
Though one day while on the clock, Rockstar Eddie comes in. High off his ass. Comes off as a dick, so Steve and Robin double team him. One of them āaccidentlyā trips the other into dumping soup all over him. Then when the other is trying to clean it up, the other is purposely charging Eddie for the soup (itās not like heāll notice) and the older gentleman who comes here every day gets a free meal.
Turns out the older man that comes in there every day is Wayne and heās now sitting across from a soup covered Eddie laughing his ass off because he knows how the wonder twins work when a customer is an asshole. (Itās not the first time heās received a free meal from them)
#stobin my beloved#Steve Harrington#robin Buckley#Wayne Munson#Eddie Munson#waiter Steve#waiter Robin#rockstar eddie munson#asshole Eddie Munson#steddie#stranger things#steve x eddie#strangerthings#steve stranger things#eddie and steve
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Modern AU where Corroded Coffin does get famous - just not in a way they were expecting.
They try through high school, play some local spots, post their songs online, but they don't really get a lot of traffic. And they think, maybe this isn't going to work.
Until one day, when they post a cover of a pop song, a la Punk Goes Pop, and it does well. Really well.
So they start doing more covers.
Is there a part of their steadily growing fan base that loves their originals and racks up the play counts on the one album they've put out? Of course.
And they never stop sharing their original stuff, but it never gets the kind of engagement that the covers do - and they kind of resign themselves to the fact that, this is what they do now, might as well have fun with it.
Steve Harrington is a popstar who's been on the scene for a little while now, and he loves CC's covers. He never really cared for metal before - overstimulation and audio processing are a wicked duo - but because he knows these songs, he's able to actually appreciate the music, the way the band morphs them into their own style.
He keeps finding himself wishing that they would cover one of his songs.
And then he learns about their original stuff. He listens to the one album on repeat and loves it, loves the lyrics and the composition of the music, and decides that he's going to do the cover for once.
(He's definitely not trying to catch the attention of the hot as fuck lead guitarist, no siree! This is just a nice, normal cover.)
Cue Eddie Munson having a heart attack when his notifications are flooded with links to Steve Harrington - popstar dreamboat and Eddie's absolute guilty pleasure, the man whose music he only listens to at the dead of night when he's guaranteed to never be caught - covering one of Eddie's songs.
#eventually they meet and kiss about it#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#joey writes#rockstar eddie munson#famous steve harrington
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#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#ao3fic#steddie fluff#rockstar eddie munson#sports reporter steve harrington#steddie art#steddie fanart#abba
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You and Eddie have this running joke.
Or at least it started as a joke.
Once Corroded Coffin started to take off, it was hard to not get jealous. All those pretty girls throwing themselves at him at every show. They'd wait at the merch table or near the back door where the band smokes their cigarettes. Even with you hanging off of his arm, they were relentless.
So Eddie started finding you before they could find him.
You liked being in the crowd during their sets. Some of the guys' girlfriends would sit sidestage, some of them would stay in the green room, but you preferred the energy of the show. Eddie always made sure you were front row, center stage. That way he could always find you.
He made a big deal out of it, too. Pointing you out every night during their last song and handing you a VIP laminate that would get you backstage. To all of these new faces, you were just another face in the crowd. It became a thing amongst their fans. Who would be the lucky girl tonight?
But it was always you.
Because you're his favorite groupie, aren't you?
That's what Corroded Coffin's security team started calling you. Jokingly, of course. But it's carried over.
"You know why you're my favorite fucking groupie?" Eddie hisses close to your face.
You can't respond. He knows you can't respond. If it weren't for both of his hands wrapped around your throat, then because he's got your legs folded up against your chest with your ankles next to his ears. Eddie's thrusts are relentless, his cock punching into your guts with brutality, and you can't make a fucking sound.
"Because you can fucking take it," he continues, punctuating the last two words with particularly rough assaults.
Your face is getting warm from the blood pooling in your head. Your brain is pounding in your temples with each stroke of his thick cock against your slick inner walls. You need to scream, but the wail trapped in your lungs sits right below Eddie's fists at the base of your throat.
"Oh, you have something to say? Didn't lose your voice screaming my name all night?" His voice is beginning to sound far off beneath the sound of your own heart thumping in your ears. "Fuck, you feel good. Squeezing my cock, baby. Don't worry, I'm gonna let you sing."
Your throat is released and Eddie's fingers slide beneath your head, weaving into your hair. A rush of air enters your lungs, and then you hear your own foul sounds.
The sound of begging, of pleading, of crying for him to never stop, to give you more.
"Please, Eddie. Please, harder, harder, harder!" Are the only words you can remember.
And you expect Eddie to mock you. He usually does, and it's usually the final nail in your coffin. What you don't expect is the tightening of his ringed fingers against your roots. He holds your head in place and spits on your face, silencing you for only a moment.
"You know this is when you're the prettiest?" Eddie says between gritted teeth.
With the blood flowing back to your brain, you begin to hear everything again. His little grunts and moans hidden by heavy breathing, the slapping of his sweat slick skin against yours, the creaking of his tour bus bunk bed. It all comes together like some sort of symphony of filth.
"When you're all fucked out. Makeup fucked, sweaty, my spit dripping down your face. You'll be even prettier with my cum leaking out of this pussy."
Your back arches into him at the mention of Eddie filling you up. He doesn't do it often. You're careful most of the time. But on special occasions... the risk is worth it.
Eddie laughs at your response, his cock pumping into your cunt faster.
"That what you want? Me to fill you up?" He asks mockingly.
That knot in your abdomen begins to tighten. Eddie's hips rut against your sensitive clit, stroking it in time with each thrust.
"Then everyone will know you're my favorite groupie, huh?"
Eddie's hips hit your core, his cock buried to the hilt, and he grinds his waist against your clit. Stars dot your vision. Every atom in your body shivers on the edge of oblivion.
"Won't they?"
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson smut#rockstar!eddie munson#rockstar!eddie x reader#rockstar!eddie smut#eddie munson#eddie munson blurb#stranger things fic#rockstar eddie munson#stranger things smut#my writing
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One of my favorite flavors of Rockstar Eddie and Normal Guy Steve is when Steve not only doesn't care who Eddie is, but actually thinks his music is terrible and is Not Impressed with him at all.
Robin and the kids drag him to a festival where Corroded Coffin is headlining and they have an ok time, Steve is mostly focused on making sure no one gets dehydrated or roofied but he enjoys some of the opening acts before the heavier shit starts.
But then the more metal/alternative stuff starts and more people are crowding around the main stage and the whole thing irritates him and makes his head start to throb but he's keeping it together. Finally, the main act is set to take the stage and Steve can push through one more hour before corralling everyone to the food stalls one last time and heading home so he doesn't have to stop on the way to feed the gremlins, or worse, take them to his place and be forced to provide sustenance.
Only, Corroded Coffin is 30 minutes late to the stage which sets Steve's teeth on edge from the get-go. Then they come on and they are so loud and the main guy whose name he doesn't know (it's Eddie) is drenched in sweat in 5 minutes and looks like a drowned rat with tattoos. Steve has no idea what they're saying and he's reached his limit so he knows he must be glaring up at them and is the infuriating guy in the front of the crowd with his arms crossed not dancing.
Finally, the show ends after two encores making it well past 1:00 AM. The kids and Robin are buzzing, so he can't be too mad, but he's ready to get something to eat and drive them all home. Technically there's two days of the festival, but they only had enough money to shell out for the first day.
It's when they're in line for food that Eddie seeks out Steve. Usually people standing in front and not moving is a surefire way to piss Eddie the fuck off, but this guy was so pretty and looked so sweet looking at his friends next to him he was instantly smitten.
He walks over with a kind of jackass rockstar swagger that immediately sets Steve off. He smells like sweat and his hair is a huge frizzy mess and he says "Hey sweetheart, why don't you let me buy you something?"
Steve just gives him an unimpressed look while the party is in various states of shock, crosses his arms, and says "Only if you want to pay for all these shitheads too. They're like a pack of feral chipmunks and I'm not looking forward to paying their bill."
This is not at all the response Eddie expects. He's famous! He's used to people getting flustered and tripping over themselves to be in his orbit! Sue him! But he's immediately charmed and agrees to pay for everyone and ends up coming with them to eat around Steve's car, entertaining the kids when he'd rather lean up on the side of Steve Robin hasn't already claimed for herself.
By the end of the night Eddie is convinced Steve is the one for him, the man of his dreams and is determined to woo him. He asks for Steve's number which Steve agrees to give, but promises Eddie he won't be easy to please.
Eddie is more than up for the challenge.
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A sort of part two has been created š
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steve goes around pressure washing drive/walkways and mowing lawns for free as a content creator. the next person he offers to is an older man whoās yard needs help. when he comes back the following morning and gets to work, thereās another man there, younger, around his age.
the man says his uncle owns the joint, that heās been meaning to hire someone out here to clean up the yard for him, and he would do it himself but he canāt stand for long periods of time. steve introduces himself, and in turn, learns his name is eddie.
āi could sit out here if you want since company..?ā
itās a kind offer, but, āi wouldnāt be able to hear you,ā steve gives him a weak smile.
honestly, eddie seems like an interesting guy. and pretty cute too. especially when he goes red at the realization that ofc steve wonāt be able to hear him. duh.
āyouāre welcome to watch, though.ā
āiāll consider it,ā he pauses and steve can see him itching to keep the conversation going. āso. no catches on this whole thing? completely for free?ā
āyep.ā
āat least, like- let me make you a sandwich or lemonade or something.ā
āiām fine with whatever. totally up to you, iāll still be doing this either way.ā
ānoted. let you get to it then.ā and eddie turns around to head inside the home.
steve ends up taking about half of his day just on his uncle wayneās driveway. stopping and chatting with eddie when he comes out with some iced lemonade, and having to pause mid clean to hear whateverās been shouted his way from the stoop. but he really doesnāt mind at all.
later, when he edits the video (no names or places included) and puts it up, his comments are quick to point out that guy looks and sound shockingly like eddie *munson.* some popular musician or something he had to look up on google.
and yeah, thatās probably the same eddie who asked for his number. whoās own number is burning a hole in steveās pocket.
contact: eddie
sent 7:46pm:
I hope I didnāt just dox you or your uncle
received 7:50pm:
lol
ur good big guy
sent 7:51pm:
K cool
Soā¦ you want to get coffee thursday?
received 7:52pm:
i would very much like that yes
#steddie#eddie munson#stranger things#steve harrington#steve x eddie#rockstar eddie munson#i should write this write thisā¦ā¦.#archive#my writing
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My Darling
"Who even is that guy?"
"That's my darling"
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It starts with a post.
Eddie had posted a photo on Instagram holding his acoustic guitar, cross legged on a chair.
Recently he had been front cover of a magazine of 'him' wrapped around a young woman. Living the Rockstar life.
His agent had suggested he show a more domestic side to him, a softer side.
Hence the acoustic.
It was summer so Steve was off of work and sleeping on the couch behind him, blankets up to his ears. The only thing visible was his hair peeking out and his arm hanging over the side of the couch. A sleeve of tattoos running down it all the way to his knuckles. Eddie loved that arm. He loved the way the tattoo curved around his knuckles like water. His nice, big. veiny hand that-
WOAH off topic.
He had done half the tattoos himself and made sure he payed for it all.It was the least he could do for all Steve has done for him.
They met eight and a half years ago, Steve had seen Eddie play at shitty clubs and recognized his mop of hair getting hit in the alleyway.
Eddie thought he was a goner for sure until Steve ripped the guy off him.
Steve just shot him a smile and complimented his guitar skills.
Eddie fell to his knees. He was gone for him.
He invited Steve to band practice as a thank you since he didn't have much to offer.
Two weeks later they were dating and Steve has been their number one fan since.
When Eddie got the record deal he dedicated everything to Steve.
Everything always was for him. As it should be.
Anyways,
Eddie posted the photo excited to promote the acoustic cover of his hit song 'My Hero, My Darling'.
The comments instantly went ballistic asking who the random man behind him was. He definitely wasn't in the band and why would notorious lady killer Eddie Munson have a man in his house...he couldn't possibly have friends.
Eddie responded to one comment only, knowing the rest would sort itself out.
"That's my darling ā¤ļø"
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"Eddie," Steve was frowning at him, poking his side with his foot.
"Eddie look at me this is serious."
"Yes my love?"
"You outed yourself. You were doing such a good job keeping this a secret. This will change everything."
Eddie turns over until his holding Steve close to him, his face in his hands.
"Good. I'm tired of hiding you my darling. I'm tired of the accusations."
"But Eddie you OUTED yourself."
"I won't say anything about you, I'd never out you Stevie. But I'm done hiding that I'm a simple man in love."
"...me too. I'm done too."
"Darling are you sure? This is a big deal. What about your school? Your principal?"
"I don't care. Everyone important to me knows. My family, my real family, know and don't care. They do wonder why I've been single for eight years but they'll get over it."
"Marry me."
"What?"
"Marry me oh my god that's the hottest thing I've ever heard. I love you so much please I can't live another moment not having you mine. Besides, if you get fired that's definitely a lawsuit and you know I've been pleasing for you to quit so I can take care of you, but you love those damn kids. Just...be mine...please."
"I've been yours. Since the start. Since always." They both have tears in their eyes.
"Yes?"
"YES OF COURSE YES!"
They're giggling through their kisses.
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"Heeeeyyy everyone thanks for joining my live. I have something super important to inform you on! I'm getting married!!!!!"
The comments instantly flood in questioning him on moving too fast, asking if he's on drugs. The usual.
"Oooooh you guys have no idea."
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The photo goes up an hour after the live ends.
It's Steve sitting on the couch, glasses on, red pen in his mouth. He's wearing a thick sweater and grumbling grading papers.
He looks so soft, so smooth, it's Eddie's favorite picture. The next picture in the carousel is Steve backstage at his concert. They're holding onto each other like they need each other to breathe.
The last picture is a selfie taken minutes after. Eddie with his stage makeup sweating off his face smiling brightly at the camera. and Steve kissing his cheek. Eyes squinted shut and eyeliner thick, he had worn it as a treat for Eddie.
It was well received.
The caption reads:
"I'm so happy to announce I'm marrying my best friend and partner of eight years! Everyone meet my darling. Steve is a local middle school teacher who has literally saved my life more than once. He saved my heart. God, I love him so much.
P.s. yes the tours are in the summer so Stevie can travel with us. I'd never leave him."
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Bonus engagement edition:
"YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED TO EDDIE MUNSON?!"
"Yes. We've been over this."
Eddie stuck out his hand to shake, "hi, Eddie Munson, nice to meet you."
"YOU HID THIS FOR EIGHT YEARS?!"
"Yes."
"I'M BASICALLY YOUR BROTHER! HE'S MY FAVORITE CELEBRITY!"
"Yes Dustin and you can't keep a secret."
"...fair...welcome to the family."
*inspired by my friend only learning her cousin was marrying someone famous when he showed up to Thanksgiving and she lost her mind
#steddie modern au#teacher steve harrington#rockstar eddie munson#famouseddiemunson#steddie#strangerthings#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie fic#social media au#ficlet#fluff
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Famous tiktoker Steve who took on the "Catch my rockstar's attention" challenge and succeeded.
In the livestream, he was standing in the front row of the Corroded Coffin concert, wearing a simple black tee and snug jeans.
When the bandās frontmanāEddie Munsonāsauntered over to his side of the stage, Steve winked at the camera with a "Watch me" before lifting his shirt and flashing his tits at the rockstar.
Much to the viewersā amusement, Eddie immediately tripped on his feet and played the wrong chord.
Steve just giggled, looking pleased.
For the next several minutes, everyone watched Eddie keep returning to this side of the stage, peacocking and showing off his guitar skills.
It was almost as if he was doing a courting dance for Steve who was too charmed by it to remember answering the comments like usual.
Hours later, Steve was seen sitting in Eddie's lap with Eddie's chin hooking over his shoulder.
They both grinned at the camera as the comment section blew up and the stream started lagging due to the increasing views.
"Guys, in case you haven't caught up on it yet, we're dating."
"Uh-uh, he's the love of my life," Eddie chimed in. "My muse, really. But he's a shy little thing. So I'm gonna settle with fiancƩ for now."
Steve blushed at that, but still turned slightly to peck Eddie's cheek. "Love you, too, daā darling."
"Say goodbye to everyone, baby," Eddie pressed a kiss on his jaw and husked. "Don't wanna let 'em see you any more than they already did."
"Hey, be nice," Steve chided lightly.
"Just kidding," Eddie sent the camera a wink. "But yeah, we gotta go now. My boy needs to sleep soon."
As if on cue, Steve let out a teary yawn and smiled sheepishly.
Eddie just chuckled fondly.
"See you guys later," Steve waved at the camera lazily, ending his stream with 6M views.
That was how they announced their three-year relationship to the public and made it to the headlines the next day.
The golden ring on Eddie's necklace finally made sense now.
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No one's really surprised to see famous rockstar Eddie Munson show up to the 2024 Paris Olympics. His close friendship with three-time medalist gymnast Chrissy Cunningham had the press working over time when the pair were first spotted six years ago leaving a fundraising event.
However, no one can seem to figure out why- in Chrissy's down time- the metal head is frequently spotted at the men's swimming events. Everyone knows Munson's queer, but he's not the type to show up just to oggle some poor, unsuspecting athletes (he is, but the press don't need to know he's a bit of a freak).
Prime time news coverage chock it up to Eddie supporting the best of the USA's Olympians, including Steve Harrington, who just broke the world record for men's fastest 100m freestyle. They'd pointed out it wasn't odd he was there, since he also made appearances at other events with up and coming stars, such as Lucas Sinclair for men's basketball and Nancy Wheeler for women's skeet shooting. When asked about it, he'd laughed it off, saying swimming was Chrissy's favorite sport to watch and he promised he'd fill her in on what she missed.
That didn't stop fans online from obsessing over small details, including Eddie's repeat appearances at the swimming events, where he only showed once for anything else that wasn't Chrissy's competitions. There was no way he could keep Chrissy filled in on what she missed when he only showed up to meets Harrington competed in, not all men's swimming events.
Fan edits of Eddie Munson clapping a little too hard, screaming a little too loud, and overall just a little bit more excited for Harrington's podium than Chrissy's gold medal spread across the internet like wildfire. One blurry shot caught Harrington briefly look in his direction when he won his silver, but it was hard to be certain.
Tucked into bed after another long day of interviews, Eddie pulls up a few of the best fan edits Jeff and Gareth sent him earlier. It's become a bit of a habit over the past few weeks to watch his favorite ones before he goes to sleep. He feels the bed dip next to him, a warm hand slide over his chest and a leg push between his own.
"Aww babe," Steve coos, "did we get new ones today?"
Eddie leans down, dropping little kisses on his husband's forehead. "Apparently Jeff says these ones are even more convincing than last week's."
Steve hums a content little sigh before nuzzling into the crook of Eddie's neck. They've been riskier about public appearances this time around compared to Tokyo, but they've agreed to publicly come out after this year's games are over. So, why not have a little fun with it?
They release a fan edit of their own later that year posted on the official Corroded Coffin profile. It's a reaction video of them watching all of their favorite tiktoks and fanart and Tumblr posts. They laugh, point out inaccuracies, answer fan questions, and post a few pictures of their own, including the two of them standing under an arch of flowers exchanging rings.
#dont know where this came from#i know the olympics are over but *shrugs*#i literally typed this on Tumblr on mobile so sorry for the spelling errors#steddie#steddie olympics au#steddie fic#swimmer steve harrington#rockstar eddie munson#secret relationship#modern au#olympics au#established relationship#queeniewritesstories
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Steve acts on instinct.
Thereās this guy in all black walking in front of him, heās too busy looking down at his phone to notice, but Steve doesnāt trust that lamppost. Heās been going for daily runs, he likes to keep it simple during the off-season, and that post has been getting more rickety every day. Now itās swaying dangerously in the wind and he knows itās about to tumble.
Thereās no time to call out to the guy, so Steve just plows forward and tackles him out of the way.
They fall in a messy heap and Steve unfortunately lands heavily on top.
āHoly shit! What theā ugh!ā The guy heaves in pain and Steve hurries to scramble off of him.
āSorry, that post was about to fall on you, man. You alright?ā
Pieces of grass stick to the guyās long hair as he takes stock of Steve and what happened. With a labored breath, he surprisingly jokes, āGuess Iām lucky the best football tackler alive happened to be right behind me.ā
Itās sarcastic as shit but Steve smiles with a tug of amusement as he offers his hand. āBaseball, actually.ā
āYouāre in the wrong league, man,ā he lets Steve pull him to his feet and groans on the way up. āWell, nice to meet you, Baseball, you pack a hell of a first impression. Iām Eddie.ā
Steve would appreciate his ability to joke so soon after taking a hit, but people are starting to gather around. Thereās already phones pointed at them that probably caught the whole thing on camera. Steveās used to public attention by now, knows the press is going to have a field day with this and he hates causing a scene, but he wants to make sure Eddie is okay.
āJust Steve is good. You wannaā¦? This way,ā he gestures toward the sidewalk and thankfully, Eddie seems just as eager to get out of there too, shuffling next to Steve as they round the corner.
Heās wearing so much metal jewelry, itās like a costume, the jingle jangle of his every step accentuating how shaken up he seems. They get far enough behind a building and Steve stops to have a real look at him andā¦ well heās interesting to look at.
Itās like he hopped off the album cover of an 80s rock band, or one of Steveās Bon Jovi posters that he hid under his bed in high school. Way too much leather and way too much hair for the California sun, all disheveled with grass and dirt.
āYou sure youāre okay? Here, you got a littleā¦ā Steveās hand hovers until Eddie nods that itās okay from him to pluck the grass from his hair and lightly brush the dust from his shoulders. Eddie watches him the whole time, his eyes big and dark, an intensity in them that Steve canāt quite read but he can feel. āDidnāt hit your head or anything, did you?ā
Steve lowers his hands, stepping back a little when he realizes how close they are. Eddieās eyes follow him, a slight quirk to his lips that makes Steve feel the heat of the sun a little warmer on his face.
āIām touched by your concern, sweetheart, but my brain has been through worse damage than a little bump.ā
Steve frowns at the ladder, but the first bit definitely makes him feel the heat. Heās admittedly a bit out of practice but he can still recognize a come on. One that he definitely invited with all the touching and indulgent looks.
Then Eddie starts profusely thanking him for the whole ordeal, asking to treat him somewhere nearby for lunch. Itās not that Steve doesnāt want to, heās very interested actually, and thankful that out of all the jewelry Eddieās sporting, thereās no wedding ring. Thatās why heās reluctant because heās all sweaty at the moment. Not to mention, he didnāt finish his run yet.
āSurely saving my life was enough cardio,ā Eddie jokes lightly and Steve snorts.
āI saved you from a minor concussion, maybe,ā and okay heās gotta accept now.
The place is small and unassuming, burgers and sodas type joint. Steveās likely to be recognized there, which he doesnāt mind meeting fans in public just preferably not now, it might be jarring for Eddie.
He heads for the booth tucked in the back corner, the most private looking spot that Steve had his eyes on too. They get a round of sodas from the waitress and right away, Eddie starts thanking him again.
āI noticed that lamppost wobbling days ago,ā Steve sparks a conversation instead of accepting any more thanks, āI was planning to let it fall on me so I could sue the shit out of the city.ā
Heās pleasantly startled by the big cackle that gets out of Eddie, āAny chance to stick it to the man. I admire that.ā
āāCourse I wouldāve really stuck it to āem and donated it back to the community,ā Steve adds.
āGiving the peopleās money back to the people, imagine Big Brotherās horror. Noble guy.ā
Eddie seems to bubble with contagious delight that doesnāt match his whole leather and chains thing at all, but it fits into the somewhat magic of him. It's a wonder to Steve.
āDo I know you from somewhere?ā Eddie ventures, a glint of recognition in his eyes that Steveās seen a thousand times. He doesnāt ping Eddie as much of a sports guy and heās not vain enough to assume everyone knows who he is. Eddieās probably seen him while flipping the channel past ESPN or something. Or maybe an ad for that Netflix thing he did documenting last yearās season.
āI think Iād definitely remember you.ā
Steve didnāt mean it as a come-on, just that Eddieās appearance really isnāt forgettable, but he can tell by the wicked little grin Eddie sports that it was taken as one. Steve likes that even better.
āHave you ever modeled, or anything? Youāve got the looks for it.ā
Biting back a smile of his own, Steve shakes his head. āI bet you say that to everyone who saves your life.ā
āNone of them were half as good looking." That sounds concerning but Steveās distracted by Eddie swirling his straw in his drink, regarding him with a long look. āReally though, I just feel like Iāve seen you before.ā
Steveās done a few covers of Sports Illustrated, but he doubts Eddie has ever picked up a copy of that, so he shrugs. āMustāve been in your dreams.ā
Eddie laughs softer this time. āYou trying to sweep me off my feet or something?ā
āAlready did.ā Steve leans back, enjoying the way Eddieās eyes follow him.
Conversation sparks and it never really dies out. Eddie just grabs topics out of thin air, talking about the city and what they like to do and movies and his amazement that Steve knows all about D&D because heās a nerd magnet. Eddieās personality spills through everything he says like it canāt be contained. Heās talkative in a good way, not to a point where Steve canāt get a word in. He listens intently, has a way of putting all his attention onto Steve like heās the most interesting person heās ever spoken to.
Itās surprisingly easy to relax. Not because Eddie has a super calming presence or anything, his energy is just all-encompassing, itās hard for Steve not to get sucked in and hang on to every word he says. Itās one of the rare times in public that heās not hyper-aware of everyone around him and too paranoid of having a photo snapped and taken out of context to even enjoy himself.
That happens a lot, being one of the only professional athletes whoās open about his sexuality. The media is extremely invasive with his private life. If heās seen with any guy friend, thereās a whole press storm about Steve Harringtonās āsecret beauā within the hour. Itās ridiculous and he tries so hard to keep his lovelife under wraps that maybe heās been neglecting it entirely, at least thatās what Robin says.
Of course, thatās when his phone lights up with a message from her. His heart sinks a little when he sees the title of the article she sent to him. He quickly shoots her a text and locks his phone without reading it.
āEverything alright?ā Eddie notices the shift in Steveās mood right away.
āYeah just,ā he sighs, bracing for the inevitable part when Eddie realizes Steve isnāt worth the hassle of all this, āSomeone filmed us earlier and now itās all over the press. Iām really sorry, I totally get it ifāā
āNah, donāt worry about it, itās fine. I figured that would happen,ā Eddie brushes it off, but Steve shakes his head.
āI donāt think you understand, itāsāā
āWanna bet?ā Eddie smirks for some reason, āIām fine with it, I promise.ā
He tosses a chip into his mouth and picks right back up with the story he was telling.
Steve is stunned for a moment, wary that maybe Eddie doesnāt fully grasp how deep this goes. But he stays there with Steve, seemingly thrilled to keep talking with him even when a family comes in and keeps staring their way, obviously building up the courage to come over and ask for a picture. Eddieās acting like Steveās the only person in the room and thatās enough to assure Steve that heās really fine with it.
Heās so locked into Eddie, he barely registers when the older son from the familyās table finally wanders over and asks for a picture.
Steve is in the middle of wiping his face with a napkin, about to greet him when suddenly, Eddie pops up and asks Steve to excuse him for a minute.
āCāmon little man, letās do it,ā he says and much to Steveās confusion, the teen excitedly goes with Eddie to his familyās table.
Steve watches, utterly baffled, as they start snapping photos and expressing what big fans they are and Eddie takes it with such bravado, laughing and chatting like heās with a group of friends.
What theā Steve grabs his phone, opening the article Robin sent him at lightning speed.
At first, he wonders how the press was able to find out Eddieās full name so quickly, then he sees the words "troubled rockstar" and "recovering star" so many times, it becomes abundantly clear.
Oh.
Heās not so worried about the troubled part, everyone has their shit and he doesnāt read into any of it. Those are Eddieās stories to tell Steve if he chooses, not some tabloid. But the rockstar part connects a lot of dots that have come up in the last couple of hours since meeting Eddie andā
Yeah, just. Oh.
Part 2
#what if theyāre both secretly famous and clueless about each other#this is called āUpstagedā#part two soon#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie fic#stranger things#steddie ficlet#rockstar eddie munson#baseball player steve harrington#famous steve harrington#meet cute#saved your life trope#famous eddie munson#rueswriting
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Steve taking the party to a corroded coffin concert and Dustin finally holds up the sign he made and was very careful not to let Steve see
The sign proudly declares "my brother is bi and single" with an arrow pointing to where he has made sure Steve is, Dustin is not above using the fact everyone thinks Steve is hot to get his favorite rockstars attention
Eddie catches sight of the sign and laughs at it because of the sheer audacity, once the laughter dies down and he gets a proper look at Steve whose watching him with mild concern do to his random laughter out break and asks "he might be bi and single but is he interested" with a wink
#steve finally turns to dustin and sees the sign#hes pissed but also has to flirt back with a hot rockstar#little did dustin know hes be getting steve a husband#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#stranger things#dustin henderson#rockstar eddie munson
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Steve had always been the one left behind. First his parents who as soon as they deemed him capable at ten, had left for longer and longer. They hadnāt been home in almost two years at this point. It had been about two months since they had defeated Vecna.
Then it had been Nancy, calling him bullshit. He believed it now, knew that anything he loved was just that. Bullshit.
Robin had shown him true friendship though. That maybe some of his love was okay, if it was platonic. That was his platonic soulmate, his best friend. He loved her deeply. But he knew sheād move on eventually too. Go to college, find a girlfriend. She wouldnāt need him for long.
And Eddie. Steve knew he was destined for great things. You donāt survive dying and having your heart restarted without some kind of stubbornness. And Steve knew the songs he wrote and his voice. It would only be so long before he got out of this god awful town and onto a stage where people loved him. Because Steve knew what his love did, it pushed people towards better things. Away from him.
Heād begun to really like Eddie. The hangouts, getting high. He was his bi awakening. His first kiss with a man. The person he wished he could love but knew heād loose so heād save himself the hurt.
Until the day Eddie showed up at his door, looking hopeful. Excited. And Steve knew this was it. He was leaving him for good.
āWe got a record deal! An actual record deal.ā Eddie jumped up and wrapped his arms around Steve, spinning him in the doorway. āWeāre going to L.A. Steve.ā
Steve hugged him back tightly, trying to keep the tears from his voice. āThatās great! Iām really proud of you!ā
Eddie pulled away, staring at him intently. āYouāre coming too. Canāt do it without you.ā He whispered, taking his hand. āPlease say youāll come with me?ā
āYou can have the world. Why would you want me there?ā Steve asked, voice rough from the tears he tried to hide.
āBecause I canāt have the world without my sunshine.ā Eddie said like it was the simplest thing in the world.
He couldnāt hide the tears anymore.
Steve yanked Eddie close again, burying his tear soaked face in his neck as he cried. Maybe, just maybe, he wasnāt bullshit after all.
#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#rockstar eddie munson#Iād like to actually flesh this out someday#but hereās a little thought
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ex husband! eddie who still loves you. who still brings you and the kids donuts every sunday. who gives you additional child support for you āto get something nice for yourself.ā who sends postcards from his tours, saying he wished you were there. who still wrote songs about you, even including your name so you canāt even pretend to be oblivious. eddie ,who asks the kids to talk about him a little more, just to get on your nerves. who looks like a kicked puppy whenever you flip him off after dropping off the kids at his house. who ākidnapsā your kids randomly in the week, charging kisses as ransom. who brings you flowers when he drops the kids off. ex husband! eddie whoās working on not being your ex.
#ex husband!eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#rockstar eddie munson#eddie munson#yovrnewromantic#eddie munson hcs
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Hard launching the boyfriend post
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie fluff#rockstar eddie munson#steddie art#gold record and gold medal in finding the hottest boyfriend
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