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resident-gay-bitch · 7 months

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a steddie modern au idea that i probably won’t write because i just Don’t have the time or energy for another wip but i’m putting it out here so i remember it, and if anyone wants to write this or gets inspired Please tag me so i can read it <3

okay so imagine this right, rockstar eddie & popstar steve - on complete opposite ends of the music spectrum, forcibly brought together by their label to collaborate on an album!!

read more under the cut :)

( i basically wore the fic lol )

okay, eddie’s in his band right with CC, and they’ve come so far and are doing so well in the metal industry. eddie’s made quite the reputation for himself as the loud, bash, pushy, stuck up, bitchy rockstar who makes his own rules, parties fucking hard, and is a certified sex symbol across the globe.

once on stage, playing out under the stars, a bat flew down onto stage and it was freaking gareth out so eddie Caught it with his hands and held it up simba style, named it ozzy, sent it back off into the night sky and dubbed the bat the bands - and eddie’s own - personal mascot. this was way earlier on in their career so metal snobs started calling him an ozzy osbourne wannabe - the prissy Princess of Darkness. untill he started making way and then the name stuck and one time eddie came out onstage in full pink princess dress and crown and played their gnarliest show yet.

steve harrington though? he’s an angel. the youngsters drool over him and have pictures of soft sweaters and stawberry lipglossed steve on their walls, middle aged women look at him and wished their husbands could be the kind soul that the world knows him to be. the “men” call him a queer and pathetic, and when people ask steve about it in interviews he just smiles and shrugs and says in his soft voice “if that’s how they want to perceive me, that’s okay. i know who i am, i’m just steve. why should we spread hate when we can just be nice?”

girls from highschool started posting about their own experiences with the soft boy sensation that is steve, saying he was the kindest boy they’ve ever dated, he brings girls flowers and kisses them on the doorstep and Holds Their Hands during sex. gen z start calling him a “king 💅” whenever Anything comes out about steve because he just Can’t do anything wrong, and eventually he gets dubbed the King of Pop.

eddie munson is best friends and living with five time gold medalist olympian chrissy cunningham, the gymnast young girls look up too. they’re often speculated to be dating, and half the world thinks they’re actually married concidering they have a cat together, often wear matching outfits when out, and hold hands when walking around. one time eddie was captured giving her a forehead kiss when standing in line for smoothies. but concidering eddie is also seen leaving venues with girls under his arm, and chrissy following behind him with a couple of guys, the rest of the world says they can’t be. who knows, maybe their open or polly, it’s the twenty first century everybody! (but in truth eddie’s walking with chrissy’s hookups under his arms, and chrissy’s chatting away with the guys eddie plans on ruining for the night, and they’ll swap once sage inside the trailer)

steve has a house right next door to up and coming actress robin buckley, and they took down the fence between their homes and built a corridor combining them. they’re as close as chrissy and eddie seem to be, but after robin was seen making out with one of her female costars at a red carpet after party, and wearing a lesbian flag pin on her jacket in paparazzi pics, those rumours have died significantly.

chrissy cunningham is in love with steve harrington, she thinks he’s the perfect man, “if i had to date a guy, eddie, it would be that one and that one Only. i’ll excuse the penis if he looks at me with those pretty boy eyes.” she has posters of him on her wall, listens to his music on the regular, and eddie knows way more about him than he’d like to admit. not that he pays much attention, just when chrissy plays his latest single on an endless loop and quotes things he says on the daily, a guys gonna pick up on stuff.

robins little sister, max, who by platonic-soulmate-law, is steve’s little sister is Obsessed with CC. she listens to them all the time, along with a bunch of other metal and punk bands, and has a poster of him shredding on her wall. her boyfriend lucas gets jealous about it all the time and even took to learning one of his solos on steve’s guitar.

the thing is, though, eddie and steve are perceived the way they are because their label actually Sucks and they’re signed in for too many more years to find a way out.

queer aligations got shot around about Everyone in CC. people think they all fuck guys, people think they all fuck eachother, people think so many things and the label twists and turns those stories to make them “acceptable”.

the thing is though, they’re all so fucking gay… and they all have fucked eachother. eddie and gareth were boyfriends back in highschool, jeff and grant have been together for the last couple of years and they’re talking marriage. they’ve all hooked up with eachother separately, they’ve all gotten together for a few foursomes, they’ve all gangbanged a bunch of groupies of Multiple genders together, so eddie Knows where the rumours come from. he wants to be out, hates hiding, thinks it’s stupid and backwards and Who Cares if they loose a few followers? those aren’t the kinds of people eddie wants listening to his music anyway.

it’s only when gareth settled down with his new wife and popped out kid number one that the rumours about him started to die out… even though, before the kid came around, gareth and his wife would sleep with eddie, jeff, and grant like… all the time.

the only queer speculations about steve are the ones coming from the “alpha males” and younger queer boys that connect with him and want someone like steve to look up too and say “he’s queer too, we’re the same, and it’s okay”. but his label hasn’t given steve a voice… like at all. he got signed because of his gorgeous voice and soft lyrics about losing love and being alone, and being conflicted in your sexuality, and then they signed him and his contract states that he’s Not allowed to write Any of his own lyrics. not a single one of his own songs have been published, to this day.

the label tried to restrict eddie like that too, saying his lyrics were too controversial, but CC refuses to be fake. they agreed to only write songs about death and drugs and sex and satan and blah blah blah metal. eddie’s never really published much from the heart, but he sneaks metaphors in there all the time, that only hardcore fans can pick up on.

the labels getting bored of steve. it’s just the same music, the same tours, the same questions in every interview. he’s Boring them. it’s only a small amount of time before the world gets bored of him too, plus, it’s not like he’ll stay this pretty forever. they want to discard him - he’s locked in by contract though, has to release one more album and tour before they can be done with him.

and then grant dies. it’s a horrible accident, car crash, some drunk driver t-boned him and flipped his car off the road. it Breaks jeff. it breaks all of them, but mostly jeff. he’s distraught, turns to drugs, ODs and it’s then that gareth and eddie send him to rehab.

there’s no corroded coffin without grant, the band breaks up. the three of them Won’t play stadium tours and write albums together without him, and- “are you fucking CRAZY? of course we’re not Replacing him, get a fucking grip.”

it takes Months for any of them to get to a point where they can be seen in society again. it’s then that the label says they Have to bring one more album an to the table. but they’re willing to drop CC if eddie goes solo. he’s the face of the band anyway, the voice, “he’s who the women want, guys.”

eddie agrees, because he’s legally obligated too. and he writes the most dumbfuck album anyone’s ever heard. it’s all preschool-esque lyrics and about farm animals and potty training and it’s also just fucking Gay - like there’s one song that just goes on and on an on about some guys ballsack. he records a demo to go with them, has his guitar perfectly out of tune and sings so terribly his voice cracks, if singing is what you can actually call it. the label gets So fucking mad at him.

so here they are, newly solo artist eddie munson, the fucking prick, stuckup rockstar, entitled rich as Princess of Darkness, and steve harrington, the sweet soft boy turned boring, King of Pop; both locked in for another album, and tour, and Useless.

they’re going to Lose the label money at this rate.

so they try something. something that will bring in Buckets.

CC and steve harrington are the labels two biggest musicians. they’re constantly fighting to be top of the charts, shooting past eachother with every new album, new single, new tour, new pap photos, new relationship spectacle, each red carpet appearance… evetything. They are who everyone’s obessed with, they are who have the Biggest markets. every woman on the globe has to be obsessed with at least One of them.

why not pool those two fanbases together? get them to collaborate on a song together, the fans will go crazy and it will surely break the charts. the company will get So fucking rich.

but if they can make buckets off one song… than why not a whole album? why not make them Tour together.

which is how eddie and steve find themselves nervously sitting in a recording studio together one afternoon, going through introductions and contracts and provosos with the label and blah blah blah boring rules and legal shit.

eddie’s dreading working with this guy. he’s a total Phonie! King of Pop? who does he think he is, this harry styles wanna be. sure he writes poetic shit about love and making soft love to women, but it’s all so vapid. eddie Knows music, and he knows when lyrics are bullshit. i mean Sure, eddie knows a good handful of his songs on guitar, but that’s Only so he can play them to chrissy because it’s special to her. doesn’t make his music Good - and that’s not even eddie being a snob, he can vibe with pop, taylor swift is a lyrical goddess, he is an all too well girlie and he and chrissy scream the ten minuet version in the car together late at night.

he’s also dreading the clear over kindness. steve’s meant to be this darling angel, and sure that’s why the girls and gays love him so much, but eddie doesn’t think he could Handle someone being so fucking nice up in his face like that because he’ll Know it’s fake. he won’t be able to tell if the guys actually being nice because he actually gets along with eddie, or if he’s being nice because it’s his job.

and steve is dreading working with eddie because eddie is supposed to be one of the Hardest people to work for. he’s stuck up and dickish and Snarky and so fucking confident and a Rockstar for fucks sake. steve is way too tired to deal with a cunt right now - let alone Tour with one.

everything about this meeting and collaboration is Completely under the blanket. the label doesn’t want to announce Anything until they have a good album from them, because they know how hot headed and temperamental eddie is - given the last thing he gave them, which was immediately scrapped.

so they meet, sign a bunch of non disclosures. they’re not even allowed to tell robin and chrissy that they’re Meeting eachother - they do, though, but it doesn’t go past those two.

they’re left alone, once everything is signed. they’ve been standoffish, haven’t said more than ten words to eachother. eddie’s all glares and attitude, steve’s all soft smiles and bats of his eyelids.

they both want to be sick - this is torture.

everything’s signed. everything’s legally a secret. they’re behind closed doors in a recording studio to themselves to “get creative”. and so the masks come down.

turns out, steve is Not nice. three minuets into their alone time, eddie kicks his feet up onto the desk by steve and steve… he picks up a pen and uses it to push eddie’s shoes off the table and away from him with a bitchy glare.

steve’s Bitchy. he’s got bite and he’s So fucking sarcastic. he keeps looking eddie over and scrunching his nose, he keeps making snide comments about eddie’s over sexual behaviour and drug culture. he even goes so far as to insult eddie’s hair, “the eighties called, van halen wants his wig back”.

and eddie’s… we’ll, he’s a little turned on by it.

to the world, steve’s this perfect little soft boy who sings about love and sugar and spice and all things nice, but when there’s a contract saying eddie’s legally obliged to shut his trap about Anything steve related, he lets his true colours show.

and steve? well, once he sends out a Bunch of snarky remarks eddie’s way, he’s realising that eddie’s not reacting the way he’s been conditioned to believe eddie would. he’s expecting mean quips back, jabs at his career and “queerness” and pastel colour pallet, maybe even a meltdown. but eddie just sits there slack jawed and actually.. encouragers steve’s insults and bitchy nature. and eddie’s kinda sweet, when steve tells him to keep his shoes off the table, eddie complies and actually apologises. he even pulls out a random compliment, telling steve he actually has a really nice voice.

and he’s making steve nervous… he’s getting butterflies.

they talk for a little while longer before eddie conducts a plan. they have to go home and listen to each others music and pick a few favourites or memorable things, stuff they think they can get behind mixing with their own style. they need something with Both of their sounds combined.

steve only has a few albums out, so eddie says he’ll listen to them all. corroded coffin though? they have Heaps of music out, so eddie writes down a list of their top albums and some of His favourites from other albums that he thinks steve might be able to get behind.

steve goes home and recruits robin to listen with him, gets max to send through all of her favourites and Why. he writes down a little list with his top five songs and a couple quotes and times where solos fucking rock. by the time he’s done he’s got about an a4 page worth of notes.

eddie goes home and he and chrissy spend the night analysing All of steve’s music. they print out the lyrics to every song and scribble all over them, listing to his two albums, one EP, and a single, on an endless loop. chrissy is Always happy to spend hours talking about Steve Harrington, and eddie is the biggest fucking nerd and loves analysing music and figuring everything about it out. he learns chords, flips some of steve’s songs to make them a little rougher so he can show steve and give him a taste of the stuff they Could create.

steve feels so embarrassed with the lack of shit he’s got when eddie slams down a Folder full of notes. but eddie hurriedly stops steve’s apologising and looks at his notes and Actually awes at them “you like this song? it’s your favourite? i wrote that secretly about my fuck off dad and missing my mamma- you really like it? gosh, not many people do… this is so cool, i can’t believe you listened to it”

eddie starts talking about - and dissecting - steve’s music, telling him things about his lyrics He didn’t actually know. eddie tells him they’re all kinda… vappid. like steve doesn’t sing them with Emotion. they don’t come from the heart, they’re just stories. steve tells him he’s not allowed to write his own stuff, even though he has books full of lyrics at home.

eddie has an entire wall of his house turned into a bookshelf filled with journals for lyrics and writing music, different shelf’s are for different moods and different journals are for different themes.

they start to jam and eddie plays a few of steve’s songs. they figure out some stuff and eddie declares they’re going to make “the most outer worldly album that’s ever graced our mortal plane, king stevie, i can promise you that” - he gives steve a mission. he has to go home and find One song he’s written that he’d like the world to know about, and text pictures of it to eddie - and eddie will make sure it’s label appropriate (if it’s not, he’ll sit down with steve and they’ll tweak it to hide controversial themes behind metaphors) and tell their boss he wrote it so they can put it on the album; steve will sing it of course, and it will come from the heart.

they talk about their experiences over the next few weeks. it’s basically paid fucking therapy. eddie talks about grant, talks about CC, talks about highschool, talks about chrissy. steve talks about robin, talks about highschool, talks about the mall fire he got caught in, he talks about his abuser billy hargrove. eddie opens up about his own abuser, reefer rick, his old supplier. steve opens up about getting cheated on with the first girl he loved. eddie opened up about getting cheated on by reefer. steve opens up about neglectful parents and eddie opens up about his time through the foster system and having a druggie mother and a dad in jail.

that’s what they write music about.

steve finally sends eddie a song. it’s a song about learning to care about yourself. he wrote it when robin stepped into his life, when she conditioned him to gain his self respect back and love himself. it’s about how fucking Important loving yourself - no matter your difference or your experiences may be.

eddie cries when he reads it, he thinks it’s perfect just the way it is. the few undertones of queerness he’s picking up on from deep analysis will go right over the labels heads.

eddie suggests he write a song completely on his own for the album too, one without steve’s imput. then they both have one song that’s completely Theirs. he writes his song about grant, it’s an ode to him, a goodbye, and hidden behind metaphors and poetic tear stained lyrics, it’s about having your true self hidden by masks and flashy cameras and men in tight suits; it’s about jeff, it’s about their love, it’s about the love eddie had for grant, it’s about the love they all had for eachother, it’s about the bandanna they all wear in their back pockets from time to time.

steve reads it and he… he gets it.

he knows eddie’s queer, eddie let it slip the second time they met, when he was talking about another of his songs about the first guy he had sex with. so it’s not a shock to steve to read this kinda shit.

but when eddie’s reading steve’s lyrics, it’s kinda shocking to him. steve hadn’t come out, even though he’s given ample opportunity, hadn’t mentioned anything about men and talked plenty about women, so eddie just fairly assumed he was straight.

on the last day of recording the album, they’re in the studio together. all the backtracks are done and they’re just recording lyrics. they’re both there in the sound booth with headphones on, and eddie’s singing his ode to grant, steve backing up his vocals, but letting eddie take centre stage. eddie cries and takes a good break before they can record steve’s song - steve’s song that they think eddie wrote.

they record steve’s song, eddie eddie backs up his vocals occasionally when asked, but it’s Steve’s song. its litterally titled steve’s song, because eddie felt sick with the idea of Actually taking credit for something steve created. he’s only doing it for legal reasons and because he Needs steve to get his lyrics out into the world. they worked on all the other songs together - the label doesn’t know that - but this is Steve’s. it should have been on his first album.

steve cries whilst singing it, because it comes from the heart. he sings it with raw fucking emotion and.. oh jeez, it makes eddie cry too. steve finished singing and eddie pulls him into a tight hug and whispers to steve so no one else can hear “that’s the best you’ve ever sounded, stevie”.

what they didn’t know was that their manager snapped a photo of their hug and sent it to rolling stone along with an announcement of a new album and upcoming tour.

the internet goes bazerk! “the King of Pop and the Princess of Darkness? what an odd pair… someone write me this fan fiction rn.”

eddie and steve go home that night feeling a little useless. they just spent weeks crammed up in the recording studio together, making music and talking about things they are too scared to tell the world, and now they’re… no where near eachother.

they both sit there in their houses and come to the realisation that they Don’t just think the other is only adorable and totally their type… that maybe they were falling in love and feel kinda empty without eachother.

they start texting, chatting, keeping eachother updated on their lives - mostly on their platonic soulmates. steve prints off a selfie he and eddie took together one night a few drinks in, guitars on their laps, cheesy grins on their faces, and signs it for chrissy - she Freaks Out.

eddie sends over a CC sample hoodie he had lying around that ended up getting discontinued before selling at all, and he signed the spot over the heart with fabric pen for max.

the single drops - steve’s song - and fans go crazy. steve’s fans And eddie’s fans have collectively come together to Scream about it. it reaches top of the charts in under a week. who knew a bunch of teenage girls could be so powerful?

the tour gets announced - tickets sell Fast.

the rest of the album drops and the label hosts a party for it. steve and eddie bring their other half’s and robin and chrissy hit it off immediately, and they start dating at a lesbian pace. steve and eddie get plastered and wake up cuddling - fully clothed, but cuddling - in… chrissy’s bed? they barely even remember going back to eddie’s place, but when they go out to the kitchen they find out that they ended up keeping the party going here - robin and chrissy are curled up together half naked on the couch.

they keep texting. they can’t stay away from eachother. they know the flirting is bad and helpless, but they Can’t Help it. they’re both smitten and falling more and more each day.

the tour starts and there are strict rules they have to oblige by, via steve’s original contact. eddie breaks half of them.

one of the rules happens to be Zero queerness - but that’s the same for eddie’s contract. they’re also both talked too about acting too “gay” on stage, they’re not allowed too. whatever that means.

the tour is fucking amazing. they both love looking out to the crowd and seeing all the different people. there are teenage girls in pastel skirts and sparkly dresses with bedazzled glasses and friendship charm bracelets, there are girls with dark eyeliner and ripped stockings and chunky silver jewlery and an obscene amount of leather, there are boys in lightwash jeans and crop tops, and boys in black ripped jeans and the wrong band tees with jewlery all over their faces, their are middle aged mothers wine drunk, there are older men with goatees, there are father there with their daughters and mothers there with their sons, and So, So many more different people. it makes them both emotional.

after show four of their massive tour, they’re both having a few drinks in eddie’s trailer and listening to music and continuing the game of truth or dare robin and chrissy started before they got distracted and wandered off to steve’s trailer. they get drunker, and gigglier, and closer, and more lose lipped, and steve tells eddie he’s bi, and eddie tells steve he’s the most beautiful (inside and out) man he’s ever met, and they kiss.

they spent the rest of their tour keeping their relationship VERY secret. steve’s trailer is now permanently robin and chrissy’s, and he and eddie share eddie’s. no one suspects a thing, they’re both used to keeping their queer relations under wraps.

they say i love you in the last month of their tour. when they get home, they want to move in together. they’re going to buy their own mansion with all the fucking money this albums made them, and they’re planning what their room will look like, and their kitchen, and their garden, and their future. steve wants kids, always has. eddie’s scared to be a dad, but he thinks he’d like to try with steve, just not for a few more years. they both think marriage is stupid, but they’re also both hopeless romantics who have each pictured and planned their own weddings so they think they might even get married one day. they get matching tattoos, a little crown on eddie’s ribs under his heart for steve, and a tiara in the same place on steve for eddie.

the label asks to sign them both on for a few more albums, another tour. they’re bringing in So much money.

eddie says no, straight away. he’s not letting steve get suffocated by these fuckers anymore. there’s nothing here for him anyway. he’s already working with gareth and jeff on creating their own label, it’s almost up and running.

for steve’s birthday, three nights before the tour ends, eddie tells him he’s now the co-ceo of his own production company, named after grant, to carry on his legacy. eddie slides over a wad of paper and tells steve he wants the first artist they sign to be steve - he works on his own conditions, writes whatever music he wants, sings from the heart, writes them one album and then once that’s done (when steve is Ready for it to be done) they’ll draw up another contract, if that’s what steve wants. steve signs, starts working on his first album right away.

he lies in bed that night with eddie’s head on his chest, and they’re scribbling down lyrics about sex in satin sheets in the dark of a tour trailer, and falling in love.

they perform their last show, and they cry hopelessly.

that’s it. they’re done. their no longer signed to the label, evetythings Over.

eddie’s wearing the tiara steve put on his head on their First show, he’s also wearing leather and stompers and no shirt. steve’s wearing lightwash blue jeans and a flowey shirt made of lace and a crooked crown on top of his perfect hair. they’re both heaving, and crying black mascara and eyeliner tracks down their cheeks, and sweating buckets. but they both think the other is so fucking beautiful and they can’t resist it

it’s not like they’re locked in by the label anymore anyway.

eddie shoved his guitar off and lays it very neatly on the ground before full pelt running for steve and just Kissing him. the crowd goes fucking crazy. they loose their shit and it breaks the media.

“i love you…” eddie pants into his mouth and kisses him again “i love you so fucking much baby”

“i love you too.” steve says and then he swiftly drops to one knee, pulls a ring box out of his pocket and asks eddie to marry him

it’s there in stage, with a the most diverse and random crowd in the world, sweaty and hot and in love, that eddie and steve break history. not only did they Just come out to the world as queer… and dating, they’re also the first famous queer couple to get engaged on stage like this.

so yeah… that’s my “little” fic idea :)

and then they obviously get married and get their mansion or whatever and adopt a kid a few years into the marriage, when eddie feels stable enough to be able to responsibily raise a little gremlin. she’s totally a little menace like eddie, but she’s for sure got his pure sweetness when she’s with people she trusts and loves but holy shit is she steve’s kid, because she’s gotta be more snarky and more bitchy than steve was during their first meeting… and what’s worse is when they gang up on eddie with double bitchy glares.

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fearlessreid · 7 days

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IF THE STORYS OVER, WHY AM I STILL WRITING PAGES?(coming soon)

based off of this blurb

rockstar!eddie munson x popstar!reader

summary: after you and your highschool sweetheart break up, he becomes the prince of metal. you begin songwriting and find yourself the princess of pop. after years of no contact, you run into each other at the grammys and fate has a funny way of bringing people together

exes to enemies to fake dating to lovers

warnings: angst. asshole!eddie but he redeems himself. smut. reader is mean but she’s just hurt.

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[0] DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS (prologue)

[1] MAD WOMAN

[2] HAPPINESS

[3] THE LAST TIME

[4] HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

[5] BEGIN AGAIN

!playlist

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…coming soon

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lilocapoca · 3 months

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part 2 of this

pairing: rockstar!Eddie Munson x fem!popstar reader

content warning(s): use of “fuck”, “shit” and “dick”. sorry but bad writing

Word count: 1536

summary: after your interview, everybody was expecting you and Eddie to be the next big Hollywood couple, but he did not make a move… so you did and invited him to your concert.

notes: the images DO NOT describe reader’s appearance! Only used for aesthetic/clothes

Yes Eddie was a coward.

Every gossip magazine and tv show was talking about your interview. It was all that people could think about. The most rockstar of all rockstars and the cutes of all the cutest pop singers having a crush on each other was so fucking cute.

Your pretty ribbons. His heavy metal chains. Your impeccable gloves. His big rings. You had flawless skin while his own was marked with ink everywhere. Your high heels were so tiny compared to his big black combat boots. You looked like a pure fairy and he looked like a sexy zombie.

Yeah. It was really fucking cute.

But even after everyone approved this possible romance, Eddie could not find himself going to talk to you. You were so perfect, your nickname was "America's Angel". If this was a fairytale, you would be the princess and Eddie surely would't be the hero... at least he thought so.

But since you confessed your feelings on national tv, the guitarrist was suffering from a big problem: he couldn't fuck or date anyone else.

Eddie was used to bring girls backstage after his shows, sometimes even boys. He enjoyed a good fuck or just someone who could blow his dick. But now? Everytime he took someone backstage he just could not do it. He kept thinking about you. Shit, he never even really talked to you. Just some head nods and smiles at award shows, but no conversations ever.

But at the moment he was holding a note that was sent to him he couldn't belive his eyes.

Well, the thing is, Corroded Coffin was a headliner band of this really big festival, taking on the biggest rock stage of it and... you were one of the headliners of the biggest pop stage of the same festival too. And you both were playing on the same day! which made you send flowers to the band's dressing room, to him.

The boys were really having fun with this. Eddie's face was red and he just could not take his eyes of the note that was attached to the bouquet. White daisies. Just like the name of the first track on the lattest Corroded album.

"Hi honey. I would like very much if you could watch my show tonigth... i'm gonna be looking for your pretty curls in the crowd. I'll be so sad if you can't make it... and you don't wanna make me sad, right?

– your wife"

And a red mark of lipstick at the end that literally screamed you. The pretty handwritting. The hearts on the "i"s.

Oh My God. Tonigth was the nigth a Munson is going to die.

...

The day was already fading away, the stars starting to shine and you were breathing in and out trying to calm yourself. The crowd was waiting for you. Everybody screaming. And Jesus, you swore you'd never seen an crowd this big. Your manager said that were about 40 thousand people there to see your concert. You could literally feel the vomit coming down your throat, something that happens when you are anxious. But you couldn't do this rigth now. You needed to go on the stage in 1:30 minutes, there was no time for anxiety.

But what if he doesn't come?

Oh my God he is not coming, you are sure of that.

Why would he come? He probably didn't meant that he had a crush on you. Well he could have a crush on you, but that don't mean that he actully likes you...

Stop!

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You took one last look at your dress. Such a pretty baby blue mini dress. Checked out your white velvet gloves, matching your long white heel boots. Touched your blue ribbon. Okay. Everything was okay.

The next thing you knew was that you were already walking on the stage with a big and enchanting smile, hearing the most high screams ever.

...

you put his name on the list. His name was in your goddamn list.

The VIP area of the pop stage was filled with the guesses that were on your list. But it wasn't really full, just some people that were probably your friends and some daugthers of famous old singers who worshiped you. The view of the stage was really unique, everything could be seen.

All eyes were on Eddie the moment he crossed the line of the VIP area. He could not care less. Eddie just crossed the room to the front to get a better view of the stage. He smiled at the sight of the gigant crowd waiting for you. The vip area was above the ground next to the stage and the Corroded Coffin front man was so freaking pleased to be there, cause at the moment you were up the stage, he could see your pretty figure: smiling in that beautiful outfit, mic in your hand, ready to rock.

And shit you give a hell of a show. That siren voice was like heaven in Munson's ears and that pretty dances were starting to drive him crazy. You were driving him crazy. He was sure you were born to do this. The people screaming your lyrics and reactin everytime you did something cute or even when you laughed of happines. Cause, c'mon, you're so cute. Sexy and cute. How could you be both? Was what Eddie thought during the whole set.

Ok, the rockstar was falling in love with the popstar.

But when Eddie looked at his watch he realized that he was running late to his own show.

Shit he needed to actully run. But he didn't want to do it. He wanted to stay... to talk to you.

"Hey" he shouted to one of your friends: Daisy Green, the country star that was your best friend. She looked at him with a tired face "can you tell her..."

"I tell her that you came and that you are asking her to see the end of your show and go to your dressing room" she took the words out of his mouth.

"Thanks!" He smiled at her and ran off in the opposite direction.

...

When you went to your backstage, you were hoping to see that wild curls somewhere. But Eddie wasn't there. the euphoria that took over your body at the end of the show was washing away.

Of course that he would't be there. He was busy, he probably was preparing for his set, he would not even want—

Your thoughts are interrupted by Daisy.

“He is waiting for you" she said rolling her eyes seeing your growing smile.

You see her next to her Mallory Grace, the biggest disco sensation , and one of your besties along with Daisy, givin' thumbs up.

...

Ok, you never ran as much as you did to get on the rock stage before Corroded show ended. Jumped all the staff and equipment. Legs were burning. That meant you cared? Not at all. Your goal was accomplished faster than expected when you heard the sound of one of the band's biggest hit from not so far away. And when you hit the backstage, their manager was waiting for you, he guided you to the side of the stage, where you could see Eddie closer than ever.

The way he played that guitar was doin' things to you. Legs squeezing, heart beating fast and wet thoughts. His voice loud and deep, sweaty body and tongue stretched out. God he was hot.

...

When Eddie saw that pretty little thing still dressed in her show clothes at the left side, he couldn't hide the grinn on his face. So he gave a hell of a concert that would turn out to be the most iconic rock concert in the history of the festival... all cause of you.

So when it ended and Corroded team cheer them up for the amazing work. Eddie came towards you. Well he was trying to do so since he left the stage, but everybody was holding him back, but he shut them up, coming in your direction with the biggest smile ever.

Oh god. He was so pretty like that. Shirtless, wild hair, low waist leather pants and boots. Your heart was goin' to explode. But instead of exploding, you just grinned back at him, waiting for Munson to get close.

Eddie was hypnotized by your angel looks. So delicate and beautiful. It was his mind or he was sweating more than when he was playing?

Jesus, what he was going to say? Was he smelling good? Fuck, of course not. He needed a towel to dry himself a bit? But the guitarrist wanted to talk to you... but you are so gorgeous and untouchable, looking like a fairy. Shit.

Before you both realized, he was right in front of you.

"you came" he said mesmerized by the view.

"why would't i? Needed to be good for my husband" and Eddie was dead. How can you say something like that and expect him to be alright?

"Fuck, princess, you're killing me" and you couldn't help but giggle. The most pretty in his opinion.

Princess. You like that. Could get used to it.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #rockstar!eddie x reader #eddie x reader #rockstar eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #x reader #fem!reader #fanfic #fiction #90s #80s #rockstar girlfriend #rockstar au #pop star #stranger things #joseph quinn #joe quinn

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Would write rockstar!eddie dating a shy popstar in a girl group like he's very much eddie with a bad boy rep and she's this quiet good girl in the media. Maybe she goes on a talk show as gets asked about him. Idk I just thinks it's cute little concept.

AN | I love, love, love the idea of rockstar!eddie and him being all soft for his girl! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Eddie Munson was everything you were not.

While he was all attitude, grunge, and darkness, you were shy, soft, and gentle. Black might have been his color of choice but yours remained pink. He was loud and boisterous and honestly did not give a single fuck about what anyone thought of him and his music; you were quiet and gentle, preferring not be the direct center of attention.

That was why you had absolutely no clue how he’d one - even known about you and two - ever approached you in the first place. It was a party after some random awards ceremony that you really hadn’t had any desire to go to. But obligations always took priority, or so you were reminded.

He’d come up to you after a few drinks, buzzed but far from drunk and started talking to you as if you’d been friends for years. At first you were nervous, worried that he might get too loud or…demanding. It wouldn’t be the first time, and unfortunately not the last, that a male celebrity had tried to proposition you.

But…he wasn’t anything like that. He wasn’t over the top, overly annoying, and didn’t ask you to hook up. Instead, he was funny, kind, almost shy and absolutely a bit awkward. It was such a far cry from usual persona that it made you like him instantly. By the end of the night, the most forward thing he did was ask if you’d consider going on a date with him and then for your phone number.

You said yes to both without hesitation.

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That had been almost a year ago. Now? Well, these days you were utterly in love with your metalhead boyfriend.

But right now, you were missing him like crazy. He’d been off playing shows with Corroded Coffin while you had down time. It was both of those combined that left you bored without his enigmatic presence and work to do. And it wasn’t like you could complain to just anyone; almost no one knew that you were dating.

It hadn’t been by your choice either; you were more than happy to be with him, proud of him, and would have shown off that he was yours and you were his without a second thought. But Eddie had insisted that it was better to keep it quiet for now; he was more worried about hurting your image than his. You knew he had a reputation and you knew that yours was the opposite, but you honestly didn’t care what anyone else thought. Not your managers, not your fans, not the media, no one. But you appreciated his concern and had decided to humor him. No need to push the envelope and potentially ruin a good thing. Not yet, anyway.

But as you were sitting in your cute little house pacing around for the hundredth time, you realized you really just missed him. Almost as if he knew what you were thinking, you saw his name and silly picture pop up on your phone - he was calling!

You answered without missing a beat, trying not to sound too eager or desperate. You quickly came to the conclusion that you didn’t care, “Eddie! My love!”

“Hi princess,”” his voice was still scratchy with sleep and grogginess, but you couldn’t help but smile. You’d woken up to him sounding like this hundreds of times by now and it still made you weak in the knees, “how are you? Been missin’ you, angel.”

“I miss you too,” the idea that he missed you was enough to make you want to cry all over. You’d done that plenty when he originally left to go on his little tour, “so much. Are you going to be home soon?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed heavily and you tried to hide your small sound of disappointment, “they added a few shows to the tour so it’ll be a little bit longer. Not quite sure how much though.”

“Oh,” you blinked back the tears as you tried to remind yourself that this was a part of your lives. But if you were being honest, FaceTimes and late night calls and silly (and sometimes sexy) texts weren’t enough. You really just wanted him, “well, that’s good right? That just means people love you and want to see you guys perform and yeah…very good.”

“Hmm,” he mused softly before pausing for a moment, “can you do me a favor, angel?”

“Anything.”

“Go outside and take a nice, deep breath of fresh air,” he insisted, “it’ll make you feel better. I promise.”

“I doubt it,” he just knew there was a cute little pout on your face. But you walked towards the front door anyway, “but I’ll try it.”

“Good girl,” he grew silent for a moment as he listened to you walk through the house and to the door. You slowly opened it, and looked at the early morning sunshine, but the sight before you took away your breath. There was Eddie Munson, in all his pretty, grungy glory, holding a giant bouquet of your favorite flowers. His smile was so big that it made the corners of his eyes crinkle and his dimples appear, “hi baby.”

“Eddie!” you closed the small distance between your bodies and almost knocked him over as you jumped into his arms, careful not to crush the flowers. He caught you and held you tightly, sighing contentedly at the feeling of having you back in his arms, “you’re here!”

“I’m here,” he promised as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You could feel him relaxing as he let out a long sigh of relief. There was something about seeing you - feeling you - again that made any bit of stress and anxiety leave him, “I’m here, baby. I’ve fuckin’ missed you so much. I couldn’t stay away. Surprise!”

“Yeah?” he gently set you back down, allowing you to get a good look at him. He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, his smile soft and lazy. You cradled his face gently in your hands and he couldn’t stop the small, happy sound that escaped his lips. Your touch was so delicate and tender, so different from his, and just what he needed. You brushed your thumb over his cheek, counting all the pretty little freckles on his handsome face, “are you real? Are you really here?”

“I’m real,” he promised with a soft laugh, “I’m real, I’m here. I had to see you.”

“Me too,” you confessed, dabbing at your eyes. Despite your best efforts, a few tears rolled down your cheek and this time it was his turn to wipe them away, “you don’t know how many times I was ready to get on a plane and join you. Eddie, I thought - you said you had more shows?”

“We do,” the fact that you had missed him as desperately as he had you made him fall that much more in love with you, “but they’re here - local. I told them that was the only way, that I had to get home to my girl.”

“I love you,” you wrapped your arms around him and held him tightly, letting yourself melt into his warm, solid body, “I wanna go.”

“Go where, angel?”

“To your shows,” you insisted, and the way his whole face lit up was enough to make you want to say it over and over again. He was always beautiful, but this smile was enough to light up even the darkest room, “please?”

“You sure?” his question was shy and timid as his eyes searched yours. You nodded fervently, “people are gonna see you, you know. They’ll wonder what a pretty little princess like you is doing at a rockshow. They might find out about us.”

“Fuck it,” you pulled him in for a kiss that left you both breathless and beaming like excited kids, “I don’t care if anyone knows. I want them to know I’m yours, Eddie. I love you.”

“You’re killin’ me,” he picked you up and carried you inside the house, kicking the door shut before pressing soft, tickly kisses all over your face, “I love you too.”

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The last weeks had been a whirlwind with Eddie. He seemed to be reluctant to leave you again, especially for an extended period of time. You weren’t ready to let him go far either.

You’d gone to his shows, standing out like a sore thumb among the crowd of grunge, leather, and rock’n’roll, but you didn’t care. You only had eyes for him, and when you were there, all he could see was you.

After his shows, when you both had some time off together, you took advantage of it by spending almost every moment together. You’d always believed that if you spent that time together without a break you’d grow tired of them, but that was not the case with Eddie. You were sure that you’d never grow tired of your boyfriend. Even if it was something as simple as going to the store for groceries, it was that much better with Eddie.

And, just as Eddie had thought, people were starting to take notice. While you presented a very contrasting pair, you really didn’t know why people were so interested in your relationship. You were just two people living their lives. But at the same time, you couldn’t lie and say that some of the posts you’d seen online weren’t amusing.

The funniest posts were the ones that claimed that Eddie had somehow manipulated into dating him, or used some sort of satanic magic to corrupt you. Where people came up with such rumors was beyond you. How come you were never the one that tricked Eddie into dating you? That you’d somehow used your sweet magic to win him over. You’d pouted and complained about it to Eddie and he’d just grinned and kissed away any of your worries and complaints.

But it all came to a head one unsuspecting afternoon, during what you had thought would be a normal interview. You weren’t the only one there, but one among the four of your group. You were the one that normally was more reversed and quiet, preferring to let one of the others handle more of the talking. It was a good thing that all four of you were such good friends and balanced each other so well. They, of course, knew about your relationship with Eddie, but never told anyone else, as were your wishes.

But that didn’t stop the interviewer from turning their attention to you. Admittedly you were a little zoned out - after getting asked the same questions at least a hundred times, it all became a redundant blur. Not this time, however, and when you heard your name being called by the interviewer, a bubbly middle-aged woman, you snapped into attention with wide eyes and a sheepish expression.

“You are making quite a splash lately,” she gave you a knowing little smile and you felt your whole face flush with warmth, “you’ve been seen out on several occasions with Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin. An unexpected pairing to be sure - are you working on a collaboration or assisting his band with anything?”

“Oh,” suddenly every coherent thought you had made its way out of your head as you opened and closed your mouth a few times. You felt the other girls’ gazes shift to you and realized it was either now or never. Either you lied and made up some reason for spending time with him or you told the world that you were actually dating Eddie. You decided just to do it and get it over with, “no, we’re not working together - although for me that would be a dream, I don’t know about the rest of these ladies but I think it could be a fun experience.”

“So…you just happened to be in the same place at the same time?” It was almost funny how so very close she was to realizing what it really was but still managed to be so far away.

“No, it wasn’t an accident,” you felt a rush of giddiness run through your entire body as you shook your head, “we’re dating! He’s my boyfriend.”

You heard a few sounds of surprise from people behind the scenes, including one of your managers. The rest of your group looked at you happily; they knew how much you loved Eddie and vice versa and how good the two of you were together, “oh. Oh? What an unexpected match! I guess what they say is true - opposites attract. What drew you to him? Was it the bad boy persona and attitude? You’ve always been known to be rather shy-”

“It’s not…we look different, absolutely, but in reality we’re not that different,” you narrowed your eyes but still managed to give her a sticky sweet smile, tone dripping in honey, “we’re very alike in our interests and so many other things. I think people just like to slap a label on someone and go with it, even if they don’t know the truth or are very far from it.”

“Obviously you’re biased, but I’m curious to know what the rest of your bandmates think-”

“I don’t think I’m biased,” you could feel everyone’s eyes on you; this wasn’t like you in the slightest, “I think people just assume things when they don’t want to take the time to know the truth.”

“Maybe the rumors and buzz are true - he’s got you corrupted!”

“If anything,” you shrugged, “it’s the other way around. Don’t get it confused; you may think you know, but you - most people - have no idea. And just to be clear - I’d love to work with him in a professional capacity as well.”

“That makes all of us,” Lily, the bandmate you were closest to pitched in and they all nodded, “Eddie’s a great guy, and so are the rest of the band. We’d love to work with them.”

You felt an intense gaze on you and turned your attention behind the cameras, already quiet again; you’d said what you needed to. After a few moments of searching, you found those familiar brown bambi eyes looking at you. You had no clue he would be making an appearance today, but your tummy exploded with butterflies when you realized he came just for you. A small smile stretched across his face as he winked at you. He knew his girl was a firecracker.

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“Baby, baby, baby,” Eddie was singing as soon as he let himself into your house with the key you’d given him; he was long past the point of knocking and announcing himself. He found you sitting at the kitchen counter, on the phone. Your expression completely shifted as soon as you heard him and you quickly ended the call, all but hanging up. You slid off the stool and met him halfway, almost jumping into his arms and he spun you around, “my pretty baby, and she’s all mine. She’s so sweet, she makes me want to die.”

“Eddie,” you snorted in amusement before giggling. You pulled back, but not without giving him a few kisses first, “as much as I appreciate the song on the fly - I make you want to die? Super romantic…in a tragic Romeo and Juliet way. So…terrible.”

“Baby, I just meant that I could die from bursting with your sweet love,” oh. This man was such a dork, so ridiculous. And you were madly in love with him, “you’ve got me in all the best ways, princess. And I want the world to know that I’m yours and you’re mineeeeee.”

“Jesus,” you shook your head at him and his overly dramatic singing. He had that mischievous little glint in his eye and you knew what was coming next.

“Not Jesus, just Eddie,” you both said at the same time. He was practically radiating golden light and you couldn’t help but kiss him. It was soft, sweet, and left you both wanting more, more, more. You carded a hand through his unruly waves (soft and more lush since he’d met you and decided to listen to your hair care advice) before resting your hand on his neck and stroking his soft, pale skin gently.

“What’re you looking at me like that for, angel?” his breath hitched in his throat as you shook your head, “lookin’ at me like got me thinkin’ you might just be madly in love with me.”

“Oh baby, baby, baby, my honey boy,” you touched his cheek and sang softly at him, watching as a pretty pink rosy flush colored his cheeks. You pressed big, sloppy kisses to each cheek, “I love you so much, more than anything in this world. And I am madly in love with you.”

“I must be the fucking luckiest guy in the world,” he put a finger under your chin and turned your face up to his, “to be loved by you.”

“Hush,” you wrapped your fingers around his slender wrist before bringing his hand to your lips and kissing his knuckles, “I am very lucky too. What are you hiding, hmm? I know that look, Eddie Munson.”

“Clocked already,” he grinned as you shrugged, proud of yourself for knowing him so well, “so, I talked to the rest of the guys and we decided that we would love to take you up on your offer.”

“Offer? What offer?” you tilted your head to the side in confusion, looking sweeter and more innocent than anyone had the right to.

“About collaborating,” he grinned and your face lit up. While it had been a dream of yours for a while, you had said it more in the moment than anything else. You’d never expect it to hold any weight, “what do you think?”

“Really?” you bounced on your heels in excitement as he nodded shyly, “I’d love that Eddie, we all will. I never thought…it would actually happen.’

“The chance to work with my girl?” he tutted softly as his large hands settled gently on your hips and he pulled you into him, “that’s a dream. Besides, I could never say no to you, angel.”

“You’re the best,” you pressed a chaste little kiss to his cheek, “I adore you - I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he couldn’t help but touch the skin you’d blessed with your lips, “let’s get started. No time like the present!”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #st

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coffeeboybro · 2 years

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i need somebody to write a popstar!steve x rockstar!eddie au where eddie writes the song pop princess by the click five from hannah montana about steve and all his fans are trying to figure which preppy girl has stolen eddies heart until steve gets asked about it on a talk show or sum cuz theyre known to be friends and hang out and they want the inside scoop on who this amazing girl is and steve has to tell them that the song is about him cuz eddie likes to call him princess

#eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #steddie #st s4 v2 #st #st s4 #rockstar!eddie #popstar!steve #singer!steve #singer!eddie #stranger things #hannah montana #babygirl steve harrington #princess #princess steve

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munsons-hellfire · 1 year

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Chapter 3: The Honest Truth

SUMMARY: You, your father Allen, and Eddie are still in his office waiting for the impending call that will decide your fate. Your brother comes in and a slight argument ensues between him and Allen about you. Afterwards Jules calls you thinking you still don't know anything about her, and you have a flashback to when you first met Jules.

PAIRINGS: Biker!Eddie Munson x Teacher!Fem!Reader

PART 3 IN THE DARK PARADISE SERIES

CONTENT WARNINGS: MFW (but can still be read at work, a little angsty towards the end), Biker!Eddie Munson, Teacher!Reader, no use of y/n (though Bug, and princess are used), a modern take, implied pet names, she/her pronouns are used, Reader is 24 (turning 25 soon), Eddie is 26, post-upside down, vecna is defeated (will be mentioned in later parts), language, mentions of drugs, mentions of murder, rival biker gang, mentions of depression, mentions of anxiety.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here is part 3. For the purpose of this story I've changed Eddie's background slightly. I actually hope you are ready for the later chapters, because I feel as though its gonna get more intense. I also think as we progress through the series it will get dark so please make sure to read the warnings before reading. I hope you all enjoyed this part and if you want to be added to the tags just leave a comment below and I'll add you to it. Also I'm working on another Eddie Munson Series (Older!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Pop Singer!Reader), so if you'd like to be tagged in the first part let me know.

WORD COUNT: 4.0K Words

THE DARK PARADISE SERIES MASTERLIST

You, Eddie and Allen still stood in his work office, waiting for the impending phone call that would decide your fate. You didn't want to be the damsel in distress. But you would if your hand was being forced too. A knock came from the other side of the door, your eyes landed on it waiting to see if whomever was on the other side would say who it was.

"You guys gonna let me in or what?" Sam questioned on the other end of the door. You breathed a sigh of relief knowing it was your brother and not anyone else. Allen gave a nod to Eddie and walked over to the door and unlocked it letting Sam into the room. Once he was in the door was shut and locked again. "Someone wanna tell me what's going on?" Sam proceeded to ask.

"Munson here is going to be staying with Bug until we get the Hartley situation taken care of." Allen answered, eyes on his oldest child.

"I guess that means she's coming here?"

"Haven't gotten the call yet." You mumbled holding your head in your hands. A thought popped into your head, it was more of a question and one that you weren't sure you wanted to answer. "How long have the Stingers had this hit on me?" The question left your mouth and you instantly regretted asking it, but you had to know.

If you were going to join your father and brother, you had to know. All three men in the room looked at each other almost instantly after the question was out in the air. You looked up from the ground, your eyes fell onto Eddie first. His hands were resting on his hips with his biker jacket pushed behind his hands. It was an oddly hot pose, but it wasn't the time for those kinds of thoughts. Then your eyes pulled away from Eddie and fell onto your brother.

He had his arms crossed over his chest and was looking down at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with you. Finally your eyes landed on your father, he had his eyes on you. It was clear that he was trying to process the question that had been asked, but he also seemed to be ranking his brain over how to answer the question. The deafening silence met that it had been a lot longer than the 3 years you and Jules had been together.

Allen sucked in a breath of air through his mouth, and finally spoke. "Since you started dating Mikey."

You were right you didn't want to know the answer, you knew you were probably better off not knowing the answer. Eddie placed his brown eyes on you, meanwhile you could feel the panic rising through your chest.

"Was he sent to kill me?"

"No, they hired someone who didn't know what they were doing. But Mikey found out, and-"

"Left for Cali a few days later. Only after he had said he wanted a life with me."

You stood up from the chair you were sitting in and walked over to the door unlocking it. Once the door was open you walked out leaving the three behind and exiting out of the house. When you arrived at the front of the house, you collapsed to the ground and looked up at the sky. The sun had started to set in the distance so it wasn't bothering your eyes.

Eddie removed his hands from his hips as Allen looked at him. "Ed, I need you to stay with her if she's going outside. Until we get this call she leaves no one's sight." Allen ordered, using his nickname.

"You got it, boss."

Eddie walked past Sam, heading in the direction you had gone. Sam turned towards his dad, a serious look on his face. Allen turned towards his son as he shut the door again.

"You know Bug is gonna be so pissed when she finds out that's not the truth." Sam said, still staring at his father.

"I couldn't tell her. It was gonna break her heart. I remember how she would call you and tell you how much she loved Mikey and how she was so excited to have a life with him. She was happy with Mikey."

"Yeah, Bug was so happy and in love with Mikey. But he was only bullshitting all that love crap to her to play his part. He failed to kill her so they sent in his sister to finish the deed."

"Look, this stays between us. You don't tell Eddie because if he knows and it slips then Bug won't trust us and we won't be able to protect her. I need Bug here so I can do my job."

"Dad, I mean this in the nicest way possible but keeping this from Bug it's gonna affect her more than you know."

"I will deal with the aftermath when it gets to that point."

"You might not be able to. If something happens, I don't think we'll be able to pull Bug back."

"Like I said, Sam, I'll deal with the aftermath when it gets to that point."

Eddie opened the front door and walked towards the lawn. He saw you lying there with your eyes closed and your arm resting behind your head. He walked closer to you and lied down next to you on the grass. His hair fell off his shoulders, landing on the grass. You huffed a sigh and turned on your side removing your arm so your hand was resting underneath your head.

"Can I ask you something?" You asked, a soft serious look plastered to your face.

Eddie smirked at you, "you can ask me anything, sweetheart."

You ignored the way his words made you feel. "Why did you decide to join my dad's crew?"

"You want the honest truth?"

"I would hope that would come with the answer." You remarked, staring into his brown eyes.

"Well, my dad ran with them for a bit when I was younger, before I went to live with my Uncle he was arrested and the Wolves didn't want to help him, which I get. I wouldn't wanna help him out either. I learned about them when I was in high school, found them when I repeated my senior year for a third time and they helped me graduate. I had become friends with Harrington at that point so when I joined he did too."

"I'm sorry about your dad." Your voice was a whisper as the words traveled out of them.

"Don't be, he's just an asshole father who did a bad thing worse than what the Wolves stand for. I got a better family now, and my Uncle's a part of it."

Eddie turned to his side and copied your position, moving his hand underneath his cheek to hold his head up. You watched the way his brown curls moved as he adjusted himself. He wanted to get a better look at you, to take in all the features, the blemishes and even the small scars that rested on your skin.

"Still, he's your family whether you want him or not, so I'm sorry."

"Can I ask you something?" Eddie questioned, he wanted to know he just had too.

"I don't see why not. I feel like it's fair since I asked you a question."

"Okay." Eddie paused as he pieced together his question. He had it ready to go but he didn't want to make a mistake with how it had been asked. "Do you really want to be apart of this life? I mean you have a family for life with the Wolves but some of this stuff is dangerous, do you really want that?"

"You want the honest truth?" You asked, repeating Eddie's earlier question after your question had been asked. He smiled at you and gave a nod.

"I'm scared shitless, I really am. I still want to be a teacher because I love working with the kids. I love getting them ready for high school, I love teaching English." You paused, your hand grabbed some grass to fiddle with it so you could have something to help keep you focused. That was inevitable knowing where this conversation would lead to.

"I'm sensing a but." Eddie said, trying to keep the conversation going.

You gave a small chuckle, but it was enough to make Eddie's heart flutter at the sound. "But, I feel as though I should be a part of this, I mean it's in my blood. My mom was with the Wolves, she was a biker until she decided to leave it behind and take me with her. And I don't know what's gonna happen with Jules, but I do know one thing and if she can't have me she's going to find a way to take me down with her and I'm not talking metaphorically, I'm talking about how she'll take me with her to the grave."

"Let me guess she's one of those "if I can't have you no one can" types?"

You giggled again, throwing your head forward as you did. "Yeah, she is and I have to fear for that part of my life." You took a pause leaning your head down so you didn't have to make contact with Eddie. "I wish that had been the first red flag I had seen but I was too stupid to see it."

"Hey," Eddie called out with his free hand he reached forward, his fingers lifted your chin so he could get you to look at him. "Everyone makes mistakes, and it's okay. We're given these life experiences because without it doesn't make us a better person and it doesn't allow us to learn from the mistakes we made."

"Sounds like you've had plenty of life experiences like that."

"I have, and they've made me the person I am right now." You see the way Eddie holds a sour look for a few seconds before replacing it with an emotionless look. He just didn't want you to scan for the hurt that had passed through his eyes and face. That would be a story for another time.

"I'm sorry you have to babysit me."

Eddie shook his head, some of his brown locks moving with the movement of the shake. "Honestly, it's better than going out of state to protect ya. It's easier if you're here, and I wouldn't call it babysitting. I think we'll have some fun and if you let me, I can cook dinner for you." You could tell he was being a little suggestive with his wording.

"You don't have to do that, Eddie."

"Nonsense, sweetheart. You should still have a normal life even if there's a hit out for you. I would hate for you to not enjoy your life because of it."

You sighed, laying back down on the grass and looking up to the sky, the stars were starting to come out. "I haven't really enjoyed my life since my mom dragged me away from my brother and father, from my home. And don't get me wrong I love teaching the kids and getting them ready for high school, but, it weighs down on me a lot. Sometimes it's too much that I get stuck and I can't break out. And it really doesn't help that my last few partners did not help me when I got stuck in here." You tapped on your head, indicating that you had been talking about your mental health struggles.

Prior to graduating college you had been diagnosed with depression on top of the anxiety you had been diagnosed with in your junior year of high school. It was a struggle to come to terms with it at first, but eventually you had gotten to a good point. When Mikey walked into your life you thought that he would be there for you at your lowest, and he was but you often thought that being at your lowest had been the reason for him running off.

But it was different with Jules, she tried to help you. But she ended up gaslighting you most of the time, another red flag you had seen too late. You had only ever wanted someone who would look out for you when you hit rock bottom, the way you would if they had hit rock bottom. Luck hadn't really been on your side, well, until Eddie of course. The biker scooted across the grass moving his body closer to yours, to a point where you were almost touching each other.

He blocked your view of the sky, his brown eyes staring straight into your soft eyes. You adjusted your head slightly craning it upwards so you could get a better look at the soft features that rested on Eddie's face. There was a small stubble that outlined his jaw, it made Eddie look really handsome especially with the moon starting to rise up behind him.

Eddie moved his large hand towards your face, his thumb found its way to your lips and gently rubbed the bottom lip. His action caused you to open your mouth slightly. All while a jolt of electricity ran through your body from just his touch.

"We've only known each other for a few days. But I feel like I've known you all my life, so I need you to understand this when I say it. I'm going to protect you, cook for you, take care of you, whatever you need or want me to do. I'm going to be here for you, until you tell me to leave. If you don't want me living with you, tell me now. Because the second I step foot in that apartment, I don't think I'll be able to hold myself back." Eddie's voice was stern as he talked to you.

You were ready to give him an answer, because your thoughts were running wild at this confession. You didn't realize how close Eddie had been until he moved away from you. The door had opened, the two of you turned your heads to see your dad, your brother, Steve, and Hopper walking towards the two of you. Eddie was the first to stand up while you lifted up slightly and wrapped your arms around your knees.

Allen came up to you and kneeled down pulling you towards him. "She's not in New York." Allen's voice shaky as the words leave his mouth. The pure fear that falls to your face is seen by everyone including Allen.

You blinked your eyes trying to hold back the noise that wanted to break free from your throat. "H-How long do we have?" You asked, your voice breaking slightly.

"It looks like she is most likely going to head back home first. I say a month at most." Allen answered.

"Then it looks like I have a month to prepare myself to be a damsel in distress." You mumbled. Guess I won't be teaching much this year, maybe it's better that way. Suddenly your phone buzzed in your pocket causing you to jump in your father's grasp. Pulling the phone out you looked to see a picture of you and Jules. Your father caught a glimpse of the picture.

You could see the pleading look in his face, he was telling you not to answer it but your mind and gut was telling you otherwise. You stood from the grass and answered the phone putting Jules on speaker so the others could hear her.

"What do you want?" You questioned before Jules even had a chance to talk to you first.

"I'm making a side trip back home to see some family, and then I'm coming for you. My dad wants to meet you." Jules spoke, you sighed heavily. This was going to be a long few months.

"I'm not meeting anyone, Jules." You were careful making sure to still use the name she had given you rather than her actual name. Allen stepped up to you and tapped your shoulder. You turned around as Jules started speaking again, so you put her on mute so she couldn't hear the hushed whispers. "What?"

"Maybe that's a good thing." Allen told you.

"No, I'm not fucking going to California to fight on their turf. If they want a fucking war fine they'll get one. But they're coming here." Before anyone could say anything to you, you took Jules off mute. Eddie has a smirk resting on his pink lips as he eyed you. "Hey, Jules, I have a better idea."

There was silence on her end, it seemed like she was thinking of what to say next. "What is it, my love?" You internally cringed at the usage of the word. You looked over at Eddie who had seemed to drop his smirk when he heard those words come from her mouth. Was it jealousy you were sensing, surely it couldn't be.

"How about you let me get settled into my new job and then your family comes down to meet mine and we have a little barbecue, you know like we used to do with my mom and step-father in New York."

If you were going to be the damsel in distress you were going to do it on your own terms and this was that. This war between the Wolves and the Stingers was going to come to an end one way or another and with the honest truth you knew it was going to be used who might just be able to end the war between these bikers. You could hear Jules talking to someone on her end.

"Okay, send me a time and location and we'll be there." Before you could get the final word in the line went dead. You released a breath that you didn't know you had been holding onto. Locking your phone, you felt your knees buckle underneath you. Sam was quick to catch you before you could hit the ground. When you looked around at your surrounding things were different, you weren't in Hawkins anymore.

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It had been a week since you and Mikey had broken up and gone separate ways, last you had heard he was in California getting high and fucking whoever he could. You were sitting at a bar in New York, you had gone there after the argument that had happened between you, your mother, and your step-father. You were so happy that it was a Saturday and not a school night because if it had been you'd be calling in sick.

You were still nursing the red wine that you had asked for, though you weren't sure why you had asked for it given you didn't like how bitter it tasted. But despite the bitter taste you were determined to finish the drink before heading home.

"Can I get you a better drink?" The voice of a woman asked from the right side of you. You slanted your slightly, looking at her with side eyes. You didn't really have the energy and means to move your seat so you could get a better look. Though what you could see you could tell she was pretty.

"It depends, what are you drinking?" You asked, finally turning to get a better look at her. She had brown hair, it had been curled. She was sporting a tight, black spaghetti strap dress, and wearing black heels to match along with it.

"Vodka." She whispered. You looked to her brown eyes and saw no lies in them. You had noticed that if someone lied their eyes would change slightly.

"No, I'm fine, thank you. Not much of a drinker." While that was the truth you didn't want her to leave.

"Mind if I join you then?"

"Please, help yourself, I don't mind the company."

She smiled at you and pulled the chair closer to yours before climbing into it. "Jules Hartley." She said introducing herself. You took her hand and shook it while telling her name.

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You blinked back to reality, you were no longer outside but inside. You were in your old room lying on your bed. You lifted yourself up slightly and looked around the room. No one was in the room but you. Your mind started running wild, you were getting stuck in it and there was no one to help pull you back from all the thoughts.

What had happened to you after the phone call? You remembered falling, Sam catching you before your knees hit the ground, but you don't remember what had happened after that. Everything went back. You pushed yourself over the edge of the bed, your feet hitting the carpet on the floor. Your hands found the edge of your bed and you gripped the blanket.

The door opened and in walked Eddie, he stopped in his tracks looking at you. In that moment you didn't notice you had a few tears falling down, you hadn't even registered that Eddie had walked into the room. He could see it though, he could see what you had been talking about a little bit ago. About how you get stuck and can't pull yourself out.

Closing the door, Eddie moved over to the bed and kneeled down in front of you placing one hand on your knee. His other hand lifted to your face and wiped away the tears that were falling down your cheek.

"Hey, it's okay, you're okay. You're safe." Eddie cooed, while he rubbed circles on your knee. That action was helping you calm down. His words had allowed you to break out of the thoughts running around in your mind. "What's going on in that head of yours?" Eddie asked softly.

"Just thinking about how anything could go wrong when Jules gets here. I really meant it when I said I was scared shitless and I'll never admit that to my dad or brother. But, you know, this is going to be my new reality. Plus I don't think I want to do life by myself anymore. Sure I had Mikey, and then Jules, well before all this but I've been by myself since my mother took me away from the only family I really loved. I just can't be alone anymore."

For the first time in a long time you had finally felt what it was like to have someone pull you back from the darkness of your thoughts. You felt a huge relief being able to talk about what you were feeling given that you had never truly done that with anyone including your father and brother. Right now you were so thankful it had been him, that Eddie Munson had been the one to tug you back.

"You are not alone anymore."

You gave a smile to Eddie. "I'm sorry about all this. This really isn't how I expected things to turn out when I returned back to Hawkins."

"Don't apologize, you had no idea about the hit on you or about Jules. Therefore none of this is your fault, princess." Eddie paused for a moment, grabbing a hold of your hands and helping you from the bed. "I should get you back to your apartment so you can get some sleep."

You lifted your gaze staring at Eddie's brown eyes as he stared back at you with a soft gaze. You were processing the words that were ready to pop out of your mouth because you knew what you wanted.

"About what you said earlier, I'd like it very much if you stayed at my apartment. But," you sucked your lip under your teeth, "only if you want to though."

Eddie couldn't help the smirk that formed on his lips as he stared down at you. "Of course I want to. Now let's go get you home." With a nod you followed Eddie out of the room saying goodbye to everyone who was still in the house. Once you and Eddie made it outside the two of you climbed on his bike and headed for your apartment.

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