#this is gonna be gooood

[kiwikyuka]

[ghost-proofbaby]

finally diving into this one and. andy. it’s only chapter one and you have me SWEATING.

i’m gonna get my heart broken i sense so i just have to keep repeating ‘it has a happy ending it has a happy ending’ over and over to myself

side note, this line? this line got me

just knowing you’re on the precipice of something, but whether it will be your damnation and salvation — i’m buckling in for this ride my GOD.

We'll burn the sky | part one

Warnings: none yet, this is just the beginning guys, band au

Pairings: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!reader

Summary: You pay corroded coffin a visit and some tension between you and the front man arises.

Word count: 4.1K

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Read the teaser first; here

Chapter one

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You had mixed feelings about Eddie’s offer to join his band. A band that had already existed for so long. They are close, they already formed bonds a long time ago, joining them now feels like you are invading something.

Though, Eddie said that the guys would welcome you with open arms. And they already did, the night at the bar. Eddie convinced you to come back to his table, he introduced you to his friends and bandmates, who seemed to be very excited to meet you. All greeting you with big smiles. You and your friends ended up spending the night with them- which they seemed very happy about.

You didn’t really end up talking about music– at least not with the rest of the guys since they took more interest in your friends, which left you and Eddie, who you ended up in heated conversations with. He was fun to be around and he made you laugh a lot but he also kept on trying to convince you to come see them play again.

Two days later, he called you and invited you to come watch their band practice. You were skeptical about it but your friends convinced you, telling you that it’s stupid to pass on an opportunity like that. 

So here you are now, getting out of your car, you slam the door shut, pushing your sunglasses down your nose, you look around. Eddie’s van is in the driveway and you can already hear the sound of a guitar playing, along with the drums. The house isn’t big or luxurious in any way but it’s cute, plants and palm trees surround it.

The sun is beating down on your skin, already making you feel hot and sweaty even though it’s only 10 am. 

“There you are.”

You turn around to find Eddie walking up the driveway, two iced coffees in his hands. He is wearing black jeans and a belt with handcuffs on the front, a muscle shirt– that you can tell was self made, the sleeves were definitely cut off, sun glasses perched low on his nose, his hair falling down his shoulders– he looks good. 

“Hey,” you smile as you push your sunglasses up into your hair. 

Eddie smiles, eyes moving down to your bare legs, if he didn’t see the hem of your skirt beneath the big shirt, he would think that you forgot to put your pants on. He averts his eyes from you, looking at your car instead, “your car?” he asks, pointing to the black Camaro. 

You nod, smiling as you put your hand on the hood, “yup, she’s a beauty, isn’t she?” 

Eddie takes his sunglasses off and looks at you, smirking. 

She is. 

“Definitely,” he chuckles, “what’s her name?” he jokes, not expecting you to actually have a name for your car. 

“Stevie,” you grin, “you know, like Stevie Nicks?” 

Eddie chuckles, raising his brows, “of course,” he says, “that’s what I call my friend, Steve.” 

“Oh? If he is half as gorgeous as her, then I’d love to meet him,” you joke, crossing your arms over your chest with a smirk on your face. 

A laugh leaves his lips, “sorry, you won’t be meeting him any time soon.” 

“Why not?” 

“Well, he lives in Hawkins, Indiana,” he mumbles, offering you one of the coffees, “I didn’t know what you like so I just got you my usual order.” 

You raise your brows in surprise, “oh– that's nice, thank you,” you smile, taking it from his hand, you ignore the way it felt to touch his hand. 

“You’re welcome,” he smiles as he motions for you to follow him. 

“Hawkins, that’s your home?” you ask, looking at him in curiosity. 

“Uh–” he starts, scratching the back of his neck, “that’s where I’m from but it was never home to me, I don’t think I’ve found my home yet actually, you know?”

You nod, staring at him, “I get that.” 

He turns to look at you, furrowing his brows as he stares into your eyes, “yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you nod, looking into his dark eyes as you wrap your lips around the straw trying the drink he got you.

For a brief second, he lets his eyes wander. Staring at your lips and then into your eyes before he finally tears his gaze away from you. He can’t look at you, at least not in that way. 

“Mmm,” you hum, “vanilla?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Huh,” you tilt your head and eye him up and down, “didn’t take you for a vanilla kind of guy,” you say before you walk away from him, following the sound of the music. 

Eddie stares at the back of your head with a dumbfounded expression on his face, heart jumping in his chest and cheeks growing red. What did you just say to him? 

He shakes his head, sighing. 

You halt in your tracks when you find the others practicing in the garage. A smile appears on your face. Gareth is playing the drums as the others play guitar and bass.

Eddie stops next to you, clearing his throat, he looks down at you with a smile on his face, “sounds good, doesn't it?” 

You shrug, looking up at him with a smirk on your face, “good but not great,” you say. 

The smile falls from his face and he furrows his brows, “you’re mean.” 

“Just saying the truth,” you shrug as you take a sip from your coffee, “you know… better give your everything today, Eddie.” 

The offer was to watch them practice, see if you can get a feel for their music before you decide anything. You heard Eddie’s voice before– it’s beautiful but you don’t know if it would go well with yours and if you can even imagine yourself to be in this band. 

“Oh, I will,” he smirks as he leans towards you a little, “you’re gonna be begging on your knees for me to take you in.” 

You raise your brows and chuckle, “last time I checked, you were the one begging me to come here so..” you trail off, “why don’t you show me what you got, pretty boy?” 

He gulps at the nickname, blushing under your gaze. 

“You already watched us,” he points out. 

“Yeah, well– not the whole concert, I got kinda bored,” you smirk, tilting your head. 

He gasps, putting a hand over his heart, “ouch, you’re cold, firefly.” 

You draw back, scrunching your face up in confusion, “firefly?” 

He chuckles, “you glow in the dark, like a firefly,” he shrugs, “especially on stage.” 

You can’t help but smile at his words before you laugh, “it’s only because of my glowing boots.” 

Eddie looks down at your shoes, “really? They can glow?” he asks, smirking, “I want some too then.” 

“They were made just for me,” you joke, flipping your hair back. 

His eyes flash with something as he looks back into your eyes. 

Neither of you noticed that the band stopped playing and took more interest in your conversation. Jeff turns around to look at Gareth, smirking at him as they communicate with their eyes. 

“Hey, y/n!” Johnny waves at you, interrupting your moment with Eddie. 

You tear your eyes away from the man in front of you and turn to look at the boys, flashing them all a smile, “hey boys.” 

“Well, rock on then, Munson.” 

“Alright,” he grins.

Putting his hand on your back, he leads you into the garage, gesturing to the large armchair by the wall. You flash him a smile as you throw your purse on the chair and take a seat.

He puts his coffee down and places his sunglasses on the table, reaching for the notebook, he hands it to you, “this has all the song texts in it, you can go through them while we uh–” he pauses, gesturing the boys, “do our thing and uh if you got something you wanna add or change, just let us know.” 

You nod, “okay!” 

“Okay..” he mumbles, taking a moment to look at you as you eye the cover of his notebook. Your fingers trace the Hellfire logo, curiosity flashes in your eyes. 

“Eddie,” Gareth calls out to him, “your sweetheart is waiting.” 

You look up to see Gareth holding Eddie’s guitar, chuckling, you shake your head, “your sweetheart, huh?” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, “you call your car Stevie, don’t judge me.” 

“Stevie?” Jeff asks. 

“Yeah, like Stevie Nicks,” you and Eddie say at the same time, chuckling when your eyes meet. 

“Oh,” Gareth says, tilting his head, “you know, we aren’t like Fleetwood Mac, right?” 

“Not yet,” you smirk. 

They all give you disapproving looks and shake their heads at you. 

You lean back and cross your leg over the other, ignoring the way they all stare at your bare legs, you look out for a moment, admiring the way the sun shines down on the palm trees. 

Eddie speaks your name and gives you a nervous look, “you know, we aren’t like.. soft rock or alternative or something.” 

You look back up at him, “Fleetwood Mac’s genre is rock,” you frown as you open his notebook, reading the title of the first song, “but that sounds pretty soft to me,” you say, pointing to it, ‘Holder of my heart’.

“I–”

“Relax,” you snort, “just start already will ya?” 

He blinks and stares at you with an unreadable look in his eyes, “y-yeah.. right.” 

-

While you didn't pay attention to the first time you watched them play, you had the time and the chance to now and unfortunately, they need improvement, a lot of it. They go well together as a band, everyone is in tune, the harmony is there but something isn’t right.

Eddie’s voice is amazing and you can tell that he put a lot of passion into the song texts– but something about them doesn’t sound very genuine. Like the classic rockstar, he sings about sex, drugs and love but the love in his texts isn’t convincing, it doesn’t sound real. 

You pace back and forth, staring down at the text in his notebook as you listen to them play. 

They don't knock you off your feet, at least not yet.

A layer of sweat coats Eddie’s forehead, his bangs stick to his sweaty skin, it’s hot outside. 

They have been playing for the past two hours and Eddie already begins to grow frustrated, you don’t look convinced or like you enjoy their music. The frown on your face is constant, so far. He is familiar with that expression, it’s one he sees on Sam’s face all the time, it’s the kind that tells him what you think; ‘You are good but not good enough.’ Words he has heard way too many times in his life.

You keep interrupting them too, always complaining about something and it pisses him off- he doesn't regret inviting you, not yet, at least.

You wave at them to stop and when they do, you take your sweet time, staying silent as you go over the text one more time. 

Eddie puts his guitar down, panting as he wipes the sweat off his forehead. He reaches for the water bottle on the floor.

Gareth puts his drumsticks down and huffs, getting up to stretch, he sighs nervously when he sees you giving them a skeptic look. He shares nervous looks with Jeff and Johnny.

“Uh– listen, you are good but I don’t feel it,” you shrug, throwing your arms up a little. 

All the boys sigh, they have heard that before. 

Eddie rolls his eyes, “yeah, we’ve heard that before.” 

“Your producer– what’s his name?” 

“Sam,” Jeff answers. 

A knowing look crosses your eyes but none of them seem to notice. You nod, “okay, Sam. I get why he thinks it’s not good enough. The passion, the love, the rage is missing,” you say, flipping through the pages to look for a certain song, “like this,” you point to the title as you walk closer to Eddie, “I mean clearly this is about a girl, right?” you ask, looking around. 

They all nod at your words. 

“Right,” you sigh, “but the song text just doesn’t sound like a song you would write about a girl you’re in love with, I mean, no offense but this sounds more like a song, you would write about a fucking cat or something because this? This isn’t love. The song sounds half hearted just like the song text and when something is half hearted, it’s just shit, I’m sorry guys but this is bad.” 

The silence is loud. 

While Gareth seems to enjoy your little outburst, Jeff avoids eye contact with you. Johnny strums the guitar and Eddie looks like he is about to flip out on you. His face is red, eyes filled with sudden anger as he breathes heavily. 

You look him in the eyes, “that’s why Sam doesn’t like it, you don’t do half things in the music industry. You gotta put your whole heart into this, your soul. If you need a muse– at least get yourself a good one, one that inspires you, not whoever this girl was,” you say with wide eyes as you point to his notebook, “because she won’t get you an album or a tour.” 

Of course you know that you have insulted his work but you don't know that you also insulted his girl.

Gareth chuckles at your words, “harsh but I agree.” 

“Thanks,” you grin, he nods at you with a smile on his face. 

You can already tell that you will get along with him. 

Tilting your head, you look back at Eddie who looks even angrier than before. You don’t know why but seeing him so mad, brings you a weird sense of joy, you managed to get under his skin with just a few words. 

“I mean,” Jeff mumbles, “she’s right, Eddie.” 

Johnny nods in agreement, “yeah.”

Eddie raises his brows, glaring at his friends. Traitors. All this time, they didn't see anything wrong with his song texts and now they all suddenly hate them.

Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath. Eddie clears his throat and you almost expect him to start yelling at you but instead, he places his hands on his hips and nods, “well, that’s why you’re here, y/n,” he says, giving you a forced smile, “I’m open to change the song texts.” 

You laugh, staring at him, amused.

“Really? I thought you wanted me to sing your songs, not change them or make them better.” 

He huffs, looking away, he closes his eyes and clenches his jaw.

“Well,” he mumbles, looking back at you with angry eyes, “you seem to know your way around this since you got so much to say about the bad writing so, will you help me rewrite them?” 

“I’m not a writer,” you lie.

The frustration is so clear in his eyes, the rage is just radiating off of him. He is mad, you can tell that he is but there is also insecurity lingering in his eyes– the fear of not being good enough, you know this feeling all too well. 

You take pity on him, sighing, you flip one of the other pages open, “i don’t like the way you sing this song but it’s easily fixable, you just gotta change a little something about the lyrics and uh–” you pause, looking up at them, you scratch the back of your neck as you look at Eddie’s guitar, contemplating asking him if you could play it– no, he is mad enough already. You look at Jeff, giving him a sweet smile, “can I borrow your guitar?” 

“Yeah sure.” 

He walks towards you as he moves the strap over his head, holding the guitar out for you, he gives you a smile as you thank him. You place the notebook on the armchair and put the strap around your shoulder, holding the guitar against your body, you pluck the strings, trying to find the right pitch. 

Eddie leans against the wall and crosses his arms over his chest, he watches you intently. Something about the way you draw your brows together and purse your lips as you begin to play makes his gaze soften a little. You look down at the writing in his little notebook and begin to sing, using a darker, sadder tone for this song. 

Your voice calms Eddie’s heart. The words that Eddie wrote, fall from your lips so beautifully, naturally. He exhales softly, his heart flutters weirdly in his chest when you look into his eyes. 

He moves his head along to the rhythm, his lips twitch as you give him a small smile. You close your eyes again and focus on the song.

Eddie glances at his friends who all watch you with impressed looks on their faces.

Reaching for his guitar, he places his fingers against the strings and closes his eyes, waiting for the right moment to join you. He focuses on your voice and on the rhythm, getting a feel for it before he begins to sing with you, startling himself with the way your voices just go together, they are so different and yet it’s like they melt into one. 

Eddie’s eyes lock with yours and something in his heart and in his soul just screams– in joy or in pain, he cannot tell, not yet. But there is this sudden ache in his chest as he looks into your eyes and sings his song with you. It’s only the second time that he sees you, the first time that he sings with you and yet it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like you reunited. Everything around him disappears, all he sees, all he hears, all he feels is you. 

And when it’s all over, he can’t help but ask himself; will you be the beginning or the end of it all? Will you be the savior or the ruin? 

He doesn’t know. 

But he knows that the band needs you, that he needs you. 

And when you agree to try it, to practice more with them and help him rewrite the songs, the weight falls off his shoulders and he feels like he can breathe again, like he can feel hope again, like coming out here was no mistake after all. 

At the end of the day, all his anger vanishes into thin air, the frustration is gone. A smile is resting on his face again.

Walking you back to your car, he can’t help but stare at you. You possibly stole a piece of him while you were singing and looking at him with those indescribable eyes of yours. 

“So uh– I knew you were talented, like, that one time at the bar was enough for me to know but you truly impressed me today,” he says. 

You smile, looking up at him with a blush on your face, “yeah?” 

You both come to a halt, leaning against the car and crossing your arms over your chest, you look up at him. He pulled his hair up earlier, a few strands fell in front of his face and you feel the urge to tuck them behind his ears but you keep your hands to yourself. His doe brown eyes are soft, twinkling with happiness. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, nodding his head. 

“Even when I was being mean?” you tease. 

He looks away, shrugging as he sighs, “you were just being honest,” he mumbles, “wasn’t good for my ego but yeah,” he jokes causing you to chuckle. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so harsh, it’s just… when I get really into it, I can’t seem to stop myself.” 

A breathy chuckle falls from his lips, “no.. no, that’s good. At least you don’t lie, you just say how things are.” 

“And that’s a good thing?” 

“Yeah,” he nods. 

“You will regret saying that, I can be very mean.”

He leans towards you with a smirk on his face, “at least you’ll tell me the truth.” 

He is close enough for you to smell his cologne, the aftershave mixed with the smell of cigarettes and sweat from playing in the heat all day. Your stomach flutters. Your eyes fall on the guitar pick necklace and the tattoo that peeks out from beneath his shirt. You look up into his eyes again. God, he is so pretty. 

You raise your brows, “you want the truth no matter what?” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Okay,” you chuckle, “I’ll keep that in mind, Eddie.” 

He smiles, eyes flickering down your body, he swallows harshly before he tears his gaze away. Reaching for the handle, he opens the door for you, “well, it was an honor to play and sing with you today, y/n. I look forward to tomorrow.” 

“Me too,” you whisper as you get lost in his eyes, “you know.. we’ll have to practice a lot, right? If you want the album, it has to be perfect, not good, not great– perfect.” 

His face grows serious as he takes your words in. 

“I’ll help you as best as I can and then I’ll be on my way–”

“What?” he frowns, “no, no– I want you in the band, I don’t want you to be just the songwriter, I want you to be our singer, I want you to sing with us, with me.” 

“Eddie, this–” you gesture to the house, to the van, the garage, “this is yours, it’s your band, your friends, I don’t belong here–”

“Yes, you do,” he scoffs, “that’s why I want you. You think I would just make this offer to anyone? Hell, I would never let anyone into the band but you, your voice– it’s exactly what was missing, shit, I mean you could take this bad song texts, go to Sam and he would make that album right away because it’s you singing them, you could make the worst songs good– it’s just, something about you, I don’t know. You are just– your voice is perfect,” he rambles, growing red the moment he realizes the things he just said. 

Your heart feels full from all his compliments. 

You giggle, “you say all these things as though you have known me all my life.” 

It feels like he does. 

Eddie shrugs, “I just really want you in the band and I love your voice.” 

Your eyes light up, happiness rushes through you, “I love your voice too.” 

“You do?” 

“I do.” 

He smiles at you, “please, join the band, y/n. You would make it even better– I mean, you saw how well we worked together back there, your voice is just metal, Sweetheart. So please, join the band,” he begs, pleading you with his puppy eyes, “let’s become rockstars together, live the dream we both have and all that, you know?”  

You chuckle, shaking your head as you look away from him. Eyes settling on the black camaro that belonged to your dad, you made a promise to him. 

“Okay,” 

“Okay?” 

“Yes,” you whisper, meeting Eddie’s eyes, the joy in them is so clear, it looks like he can barely contain it and that alone made saying yes worth it.

You look away from him, "you know, I kind of lied earlier."

"About what?"

"About not being a writer," you mumble, giving him a sheepish smile, "I wrote songs before- a whole album actually."

Surprise is written all over his face, "really?"

"Yeah," you whisper.

"Who'd you write for?"

You shrug, looking down, "doesn't matter anymore, he never actually got to sing the songs- it would've been the second album."

The tone in your voice and the sadness in your eyes intrigue him.

"What happened?" he asks, softly.

You look up, "he died," you mumble, "I still have the song texts you know? I wrote them for him, I think we could actually use some lines for your songs, I mean, if you are okay with that- I think they would fit in well."

Eddie nods, "we could.. try to work with that. Maybe you can sing them to me, next time," he offers.

"You'd want that?" you ask, a smile tugging at your lips.

"Yeah, of course, I wanna see what you got, firefly," he grins.

Your heart jumps in excitement, filled with happiness and excitement for everything that is to come. 

You sealed your fate that day and if you had just known that you’d be standing in front of him with tears in your eyes and a shattered heart a few months later, you would have never said yes to Eddie Munson. 

-

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[doctorsiren]

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