Gareth, bursting into Eddie's hospital room looking disheveled and panicked: What did you do?!
Eddie, with his left leg in a cast up to his mid thigh, elevated by a hanging sling from the ceiling: I forgot I'm not 15 anymore and that stage dives need to be coordinated in advance before just leaping off stage. *hangs his head in shame*
Gareth: No shit dumbass! I wasn't talking about that! What the fuck did you do to break Twitter?!
Eddie, beyond confused: I did what now?
Gareth, face in his hands, using every fiber of his being not to scream in a hospital: Check. Your. Damn. Phone.
Eddie, after finding his phone amongst his possessions, he unlocks it to see about twenty thousand notications in regards to a post he doesn't recall making.
Turns out that when the paramedics let you have a hoot of that little orange whistle for pain relief, they should really revoke your access to the internet while you're on it! Too bad nobody told Eddie before he tweeted on main-
"Eddie The Banished 🖤🦇 tweeted 7 hours ago: My knee is smashed up! Too bad Steve Harrington isnt here to smash me! 😋😘😘🥰🤤🥵" attached was a blurry selfie of Eddie still in the back of the ambulance on the way to the hospital.
The top quote tweet was from the officially verified account of former teen heartthrob, current actor, singer and all around American pretty boy, Steve Harrington simply replying, "DM me which hospital you're in, I'll being flowers 🥰🩷🌹"
The Picture: A man in a metal chair, legs spread wide, wearing a tight black t-shirt and slim cut jeans. Chestnut hair swept back in an artful mess, hazel eyes fixed on the camera lens.
The caption: "Steve Harrington on Eddie Munson: 'It's all an act, that whole rebel thing. He wants people to think he's hardcore, but he's really just kind of stuck as a kid. Still plays that Dungeons game. Childish stuff, you know?'"
Eddie's coffee splutters out of his mouth, making both Chrissy and Gareth jump.
"Eddie! What the hell??" She dabs at her dress with a napkin, but Eddie's mostly sure he didn't even spray her.
He hands his phone over without a word. She reads it, eyebrows raising, before she hands it over to Gareth.
"So?" She asks
"So?!" He waves his hands. "So?! We haven't seen each other in, like, five years!"
"He just wants the attention." Gareth takes a bite of toast. "He knows if he mentions your name..."
Chrissy nods. "He's just clout chasing. Ignore him."
"Right, yeah." Eddie takes his phone back, glancing at the screen before putting it down. "Ignore him."
He focuses back on his coffee, but there's a pleasant warmth humming low in his gut, one he doesn't care to understand.
---
Eddie and Steve, they were the kid stars of a big network sitcom. Steve the precocious oldest son, and Eddie his trouble-making best friend. They became fan favorites, and the writers crafted more stories around them, until people almost forgot the adult parents were the original stars.
When the show ended, after nine solid seasons and several Emmy's, They should've had any job they wanted, should've been on top of the world. And Eddie was, but Steve--Somewhere along the way, the sweet kid with the puppy dog eyes and eagerness to please became spoiled and mean. Hanging out with influencers and hangers-on, partying constantly, coming to work fucked up, he got a reputation for being difficult.
Eddie went on to prestige TV and movie roles, critical acclaim and award seasons, and Steve? Well, after a while the roles dried up, and the opportunities stopped knocking. Nobody wanted to coddle a teenage diva.
Steve's burnout was slow and painful, but after a year and a half, total. He disappeared from the scene, from Hollywood, from the internet, and a thousand other naive, beautiful guys swarmed in to take his place.
---
Steve mentions Eddie in an interview, on a podcast, says something about how his friends from back then changed with success and wealth, all too ready to drop him when his luck failed, when he needed them the most.
It's an annoyance, sends a pang of hurt to his chest every time, but there's that warmth too. It grows with each insult and callout, like some sick part of his psyche enjoys it because it means Steve's thinking about him.
He refuses to give in to that line of thought, though. His first crush left wounds, and he refuses to let Steve's claws sink in again.
Even if he's more beautiful than ever.
---
Steve isn't just talking to the press.
He's at some industry thing at the Getty with Chrissy when he runs into Dustin Henderson, who played Steve's kid brother on the show.
"You hear that Steve's back?" Dustin asks over canapés.
"Is that why he can't keep my name out of his mouth?"
"Oh, so you've seen that."
"Uh, yeah? Like a dozen videos a day on Instagram."
"Sure, the interviews. Yeah."
His stomach sinks. "What else have you heard?"
"Nothing!" Dustin answers too fast and too loud.
"Dustin--"
The kid's shoulders slump. "I heard from Will who heard from Lucas that he congratulated Billy for dumping you. Said something about you being too whiney for anyone to stand."
He tightens his hand around the stem of his wineglass, but can't stop the way it shakes. "I see."
"It's just gossip." Dustin says. "You probably shouldn't put too much stock in it."
He manages to brush it off, chats with Dustin a little longer before Chrissy pulls him away to rub elbows with other Hollywood elite.
It takes some maneuvering, but he's able to steer them to the gardens, relays everything he heard from Dustin.
"That asshole," Chrissy seethes.
"It's like he's obsessed with me! Do you think--is it--" He pulls his fingers through his hair.
"I think he's a dick."
"What if--Chris, what if he was jealous? About Billy and me. I mean, what if--what if--"
She grabs his hand, threads their fingers together. "If he wanted anything good from this, he'd call you. This is all to get himself back in the public eye."
"It feels like more, Chris," he says. He doesn't know how to explain it. How it feels like more than just attention seeking, and Steve's invading his thoughts more and more these days, and somehow it's reading to him like flirting.
"He'll call you if he wants to talk. Until then," she squeezes his hand, "if you keep not reacting, he'll get tired of it and disappear back to the obscurity he deserves."
Those hopes are dashed when the news hits the trades the next day: Steve Harrington is set to lead the big new HBO prestige procedural.
Eddie smothers his face into his pillow, yelling into the down.
---
Life goes on.
He doesn't hear anymore gossip about Steve talking to Billy, though can't help but wonder if Steve did it in front of Lucas on purpose, knowing it would get back to him. It makes him a little unhinged, considering that maybe Steve was glad Billy was out of the picture, like maybe he'd been waiting all these years for Eddie to get Billy out of his system. And that's impossible, crazy, Steve is straight, but the thought wiggles into his brain and takes root.
Steve stops so blatantly talking about Eddie after the show is announced. Instead he resorts to snide, anonymous digs, Instagram and TikTok likes on mean videos about him. Each one is a tiny nudge, like he can hear Steve saying, "hey, Ed, I'm still here. I'm still waiting. You know you could never ignore me."
Chrissy's right, though. The best thing to do is to let it go. And he does.
He does.
And it doesn't count, late in the night, when he can't stop his thoughts from turning to his former best friend.
He's still totally over it.
---
They see each other again for the first time at a gala for an LGBTQ+ youth charity Eddie works with, where he's being honored for his volunteering and outreach.
Their tables aren't close, and he easily keeps his distance. And if he indulges in a glance or two, Steve looking every inch the Prince Charming in his tux, nobody else notices. There's no need to engage.
At least, that's what he tells himself throughout drinks. That's what Chrissy, says through dinner. That's what he tells himself as he walks towards the dais to accept his award, as he gives his greetings and thanks.
And that's what he thinks as he wraps up his remarks, until he makes direct eye contact with Steve Harrington.
Steve raises an eyebrow, smirks and before Eddie can stop himself, before he can think, he leans into the mic and says, "Hey, Harrington, if you wanna fuck me so bad, all you gotta do is slip into my DMs. No need to make all this noise."
He leaves the stage to a roar of sound, adrenaline numbing him to all of it.
It causes a firestorm online, goes on for days. He apologizes to the charity and writes a big check. A bunch of people try to get Steve's reaction, but he only laughs. Most people think Eddie fucked up by acknowledging Steve at all; that he was being intentionally salacious to go viral; that it was tantamount to harassment for him to make sexual remarks towards a straight man.
He tells all his friends that it'll blow over, that he won't see Steve for months, most likely. If he's lucky.
---
A week later, he wingman's Gareth at an influencer party in the hills. It's very much not his scene--not Gareth's either, but there's a yoga YouTuber he's been chatting up--so Eddie tries to hang. But the music is lame, and everyone has faces that are too tight and too shiny, and he absolutely does not want a Dubai chocolate espresso martini.
He escapes to the bathroom, running straight to the sink to splash cold water on his face. Staring at his reflection, he goes over ways he can bail, maybe grab a real drink at a real bar.
His thoughts are interrupted by the door knob rattling behind him, and he realizes he forgot to lock it.
"Occupied," he says, not bothering to mask his annoyance.
It opens anyway.
"I said--" the words die on his tongue as Steve walks in. His hair is artfully tousled, his t-shirt and jeans practically painted on.
"Harrington, what--"
Steve crosses into Eddie's space and drops to his knees, close enough his jeans brush the toes of Eddie boots. "What was it you said about wanting to fuck you?"
Rating: 18+, minors gtfo
Plot: When Eddie finds out there's fan fiction about him, he goes down a tumblr rabbit hole and is inspired to write some of his own about his favorite actor and long time crush. A chance meeting has him bringing some of his fantasies to life, and it doesn't take long to find out who exactly has been writing fics about him.
CW: Masturbation, blow job, anal fingering, protected p in a sex, mirror sex, bathroom sex, panties
Word Count: 9.2k
Paring: rockstar!Eddie x actor!Steve
“There’s fan fiction about me?”
Eddie gapes at the adorable kid in front of him, he can’t be much older than 19 or 20. He’s last in line for the meet and greet and Eddie kind of wants to keep him here so he can grill him about…everything. The kid blushes and nods his head, stammering about tumblr. Eddie forgot that site existed. He has fond memories of trolling for gay porn on there when he was a teenager.
Now, over a decade later, Eddie apparently is the gay porn.
He thanks the kid for the info, poses for a quick selfie, and then Eddie’s hightailing it out of there and bolting to the tour bus so he can sequester himself away in his bunk. As soon as he gets the app downloaded and does his password recovery, he’s in. He snorts at his old username gayboixoxo and the profile picture of when he went through his brief emo phase. He immediately changes it to just the basic pride flag so he can remain as anonymous as possible.
And then he’s falling down the rabbit hole.
Searching his own name on this thing is fucking crazy, and what’s even more insane is how many fucking posts there are. Pictures from shows and photoshoots, many of them where he’s shirtless. Fan art that ranges from seriously impressive to downright pornographic. Memes, gifs, and fics.
What the fuck is Omega!Eddie? He clicks on the story and starts to skim through it and…oh. He has a pussy. That’s certainly a choice.
There’s an alarming amount of fics on here where they’re shipping him with his band mates. Eddie x Jeff, and Eddie x Doug, and full on fucking orgies with all four of them. He can’t help giggling, apparently there have been many lonely nights on the tour bus where Gareth has crawled into this very bunk and they jerked each other off.
He appreciates the creativity, but that’s a hard pass. These guys are like his brothers, and all very straight. Eddie’s the lone gay wolf of Corroded Coffin, but clearly quite a few people on here just don’t care.
With his curiosity sated, he locks his phone and joins the band in the living area of the bus. Flopping down next to Gareth, Eddie pats his knee and says, “Please don’t ever climb into my bunk looking for a handy.”
Gareth chokes on his beer, coughing up a lung and spluttering, “What the fuck, Eddie?!”
Snatching the bottle out of his hand, Eddie takes a swig and tells him, “Fan fiction, honey. There’s a whole slew of smutty stories out there about us gettin’ it on.”
“That’s disgusting,” Gareth cringes.
Eddie puts on an affronted face and clutches his imaginary pearls. “Do you not think I’m pretty?”
“Sorry, Ed. You’re not exactly my type. What with the dick and everything,” he says, stealing his beer back.
“Speaking of dick, apparently all of us have legendary hogs.”
“Do tell,” Jeff says from the other couch. His eyes are glued to the tv screen where he’s fighting Lego storm troopers, and Doug is hunched over the Wii U gamepad doing the same. Getting this system for the bus was a fucking great idea, it’s kept them from going stir crazy and bugging the shit out of each other on long drives between shows.
Eddie gets up and grabs his own beer from the fridge, peering over Doug’s shoulder while he zooms around as BB8 smashing into everything. “Well Jeff’s got a third leg, Gareth’s hiding a Budweiser can in his jeans, and Dougie here never goes soft.”
“Nice,” Doug chuckles. “What about you?”
“Big old dick, usually pierced, sometimes even tattooed.”
All three guys hiss and curl in on themselves, Gareth whining a little, “Why??”
“And what,” Jeff asks, handing his controller over to Eddie as he sits back down, “we’re just railing each other all the time?”
“Kind of. We switch up pairings a lot, but we also seem to love running a train on Gare Bear.”
“Dude what the fuck?!” Gareth shouts. “I’m the bottom?”
Eddie cackles and nudges him with his elbow as he struggles to steer a TIE Fighter. “It’s that baby face of yours!”
“You’re the worst.”
“I love you, too.”
“Where the fuck are you finding this shit?” Jeff asks.
“Tumblr.”
“I used to search for titties on that site.” Doug says wistfully. “What other shit did you find?”
“A lot of alt universes. Apparently I’m a great mechanic and look amazing in a cowboy hat and leather chaps.”
“What’s the weirdest stuff though?” Jeff asks, totally locked in.
“Monster fucking. And have you heard of the Omegaverse?”
After regaling his friends with tales of the stories spun about him, they all turn in and Eddie smiles to himself. That shit was entertaining as hell. He’s glad he looked into it, but tells himself that that’s it. He doesn’t need to keep creeping on that app now that he knows what’s out there.
It becomes an obsession.
Every fucking day he’s opening tumblr and scrolling, reading over different fics and liking the cool fan art he comes across. The fics of him hooking up with his bandmates are not exactly his preferred material, but he ends up finding a lot of Eddie x male!reader fics that are highly entertaining. And creative. And hot. Some of them are really fucking hot. He’s one hundred percent aware of how fucking self indulgent and narcissistic it is reading fan fiction about himself, but he can’t stop.
There are a few writers in particular who keep coming up on his dash and they’re really fucking good. He starts following them, and liking their posts, and reblogging when he learns that that’s the ideal way to support their work. It’s honestly incredible how well written their stories are. Better than some of the actual books he’s read. The world building, the character development. It’s been easy to forget that he’s actually the leading role in them, getting so lost in the stories being told.
And the smut.
The smut is top tier.
He saves those writers' works for when he’s not on the bus and is able to hide in the solitude of a hotel room. He can stretch out on the bed and immerse himself in a fantasy world and goon as much as he wants in private.
In a suite in Chicago, he does just that. Settling into the sheets, he kicks off his boxers and lays back with the newest story from his favorite writer. It leans much more into the fantasy realm with Merman!Eddie x Pirate!reader. The imagery is so vivid and the storytelling is so good, it’s like the world’s best cinematography is happening right in his head. He cums twice, spilling over his fist as he slowly strokes himself during a lovemaking scene on a beach, and again as he frantically strips his dick when they fuck like animals in a cave.
After showering off the evidence of his depravity, he slips into some worn pajama pants that he’s been taking on the road with him since the early days and flops down on the bed with the remote. He flips through the channels and lands on a rom com he’s seen a couple times before. It’s not his preferred genre, but he can’t turn down anything starring his longtime celebrity crush.
Steve Harrington, pretty boy heart throb turned devastatingly handsome leading man. He’s been Eddie’s prime spank bank material since he was a teenager. Taking one look at Eddie, most people would think he’d go for guys with tattoos, piercings, leather, all that shit. And sure, that’s hot, he can appreciate any good looking man really.
But what most people don’t know is that Eddie Munson, lead singer and shredder of guitars for the most popular metal band in the country, is into clean cut chiseled men who look like they’d shove him into a locker in high school. He’s well aware of how fucked up that is, and does not fucking care. He likes what he likes.
And what he likes is Steve motherfucking Harrington. The epitome of all-American-boy-next-door charm and good looks.
It started when he was on a truly awful sitcom when Eddie was a sophomore. Some bullshit like Full House or Boy Meets World, and he played the daughter’s squeaky clean boyfriend. Eddie took one look at Steve Harrington in khakis and a polo and he was done for. He watched every episode, and when the show ended, and Harrington’s star began to rise, you bet your ass Eddie was at the theater opening weekend for every movie the guy was in.
Weirdly, they kind of grew up together. Steve Harrington is only a year younger than him, and Eddie’s followed his entire career. They’re both in their late 20’s now and Eddie is still just as enamored with him as he was back then.
Even in the stupid little sailor outfit he’s wearing in this movie. It’s some fake dating situation where he works in a nautical ice cream shop alongside the leading lady, Robin Buckley. Eddie’s seen interviews with them after this movie came out where they seemed attached at the hip. Rumors started flying that they were dating in real life and Robin quickly put them to rest when she gagged on Fallon’s show at the mere suggestion and announced she was a lesbian. She said she loves Steve like a brother and that he’s her best friend. Eddie loves that for them.
Almost as much as he loves Steve Harrington’s ass in those shorts, Jesus. The sailor getup makes him think of actual sailors, which makes him think of pirates, and his mind goes right back to the fic he read earlier. Damn, Harrington would make a hot pirate. Or merman!
His fingers twitch and he doesn’t even try resisting the pull.
He opens tumblr, and searches for Steve Harrington.
There’s endless content, and if Eddie thought he had a problem before, it’s nothing compared to how badly he wants to drown in Steve Harrington fan fiction. Unfortunately, most of it is x fem!reader stories, which is to be expected. He finds a few that are x male!reader, but they’re just not hitting right. Maybe his standards are a bit high from all the shit he’s been reading lately from his favorite writers. He reads through a few fics anyway, and they’re kind of vanilla, kind of basic. Steve Harrington is an actor in all of them, and reader is a fan or an assistant or costar. And it’s fine.
Eddie looks back at the tv screen when the scene comes up where Harrington takes his shirt off for no specific reason other than to make the audience horny. That chest hair is really something. Damn, he’d make a killer werewolf. Eddie’s done a lot of writing over the years. DnD campaigns in high school, all the songs for his band. It takes a certain level of creativity and he wonders…it can’t be that hard to cook up a slutty little story, right?
It becomes his next new obsession.
Any chance he gets, he hides away and writes. Quietly tapping away on his phone while his bandmates are asleep in the bunks around him, when he has a few moments of peace in a dressing room before a show, but the real work comes in when he gets his laptop out in his hotel rooms. He can clack away at the keyboard without anyone getting wise to what he’s up to. The last fucking thing he needs is his bandmates finding out that he’s writing fan fiction about Steve Harrington going ass-up for him. Eddie loves his friends, but they can be merciless jackasses when they want to be.
He publishes a few stories, not really expecting anything to come of it, but within a month he’s got a few hundred followers. So that’s fun. And all the while, he keeps tabs on his favorite writers and makes sure to read and reblog their works. Eddie’s delighted when his favorite writer follows him back out of the blue and starts reblogging his shit. He kind of fangirls over it for a day and wants to brag like a giddy teenager, but again…his friends are dicks, so he keeps his excitement to himself.
It shouldn’t come as a surprise that he eventually gets called out for reblogging Eddie Munson fics while only writing Steve Harrington fics. And the person to call him out is his favorite writer-slash-mutual. He opens his app after waking up and checks his notifications. There’s a message from corrodedfiction and he kicks his feet just a little bit under the stiff hotel sheets.
corrodedfiction: Hey! Just wanted to say I really liked the last fic you posted! Never would have pictured Steve Harrington as a mob boss, but you really made it work
corrodedfiction: also a little curious why you write just for him, but reblog so much Eddie Munson material? I bet you could make some insane fics about him
Eddie chews on his lip and tries to think of a reasonable explanation. He’s sure that no matter what he comes up with, it won’t out him for actually being Eddie Munson. His profile is as anonymous as you can get and he hasn’t shared any personal details at all.
gayboixoxo: hiiiii! Thanks so much, I’m glad you liked that one! Idk, I’m a big fan of Corroded Coffin and like supporting queer content so 🤷
gayboixoxo: And your stories are seriously the best ones I’ve ever read, your worldbuilding is insane
gayboixoxo: But I’ve been lowkey obsessed with Steve Harrington since I was a teenager, so I guess I’m just living out my fantasies through fics lol
corrodedfiction: omg thank you! And I totally get it! When CC first blew up there was that music video where Munson was like…shirtless and oiled up and wearing these skin tight leather pants…
corrodedfiction: it basically rewired my brain
corrodedfiction: So thanks Eddie Munson for my bisexual awakening! I’ve been a fan ever since and gave into the urge to start writing a couple years ago. Since he’d never in a million years even look twice at me, I figured I can live out my weird little fantasies on tumblr dot com
gayboixoxo: I’m sure wherever he is, he’s flattered!
Eddie is flattered. He never thought he’d be that for someone. Growing up he wasn’t exactly popular. It took him a while to grow into his features and even longer to actually start getting anywhere with guys. He lost his virginity in a back room of a house party after his band played a show in some small college town when he was 20. It went as well as one would expect. Awkward, fumbling, came too fast.
But everything kind of snowballed after that. His band started getting bigger shows. People thought he was cool. Dangerous. Sexy. Groupies would wait outside the venues, he’d get his dick sucked in alleys, and sometimes end up with a pretty boy in his bed at a shitty motel before leaving town and heading on to the next.
So sure, his situation is different now, but in his head he’s still the awkward nerdy teenager he once was. It’s flattering as hell to know that he was someone’s awakening.
As the weeks go on, he chats more with his mutual. They share things they think the other person will like. Fics, bts photos, memes, fan art. It becomes a fun back and forth, and all the while, they’re cranking out their own stories and supporting each other’s work. They’re not in the same fandoms, but it’s nice having another writer to obsess with. Someone who gets it and doesn’t judge.
Their conversations never get too personal, which Eddie is extremely grateful for. Not about their actual lives, anyway. They don’t exchange names, or say where they live, or what their jobs are. But the personal information they do share is stuff even Eddie’s best friends don’t fully know.
corrodedfiction: FUUUCK I completely agree! Men need to be wearing panties more often
gayboixoxo: Right?! I’m not into women like…AT ALL. But throw some ladies underwear on a pretty man and it’s my fucking kryptonite
corrodedfiction: Now for me, I prefer to be the one wearing them 😬
gayboixoxo: Own it
gayboixoxo: That’s hot
gayboixoxo: I kind of figured it might be the case since your reader is wearing them in like HALF the fics you write!
corrodedfiction: Yeah I guess I’m not subtle
corrodedfiction: Just like with your reader who’s ALWAYS the top
corrodedfiction: I’m guessing that’s your preference?
gayboixoxo: Indeed it is
gayboixoxo: Can you blame me? You’ve seen the ass on Steve Harrington, right?
gayboixoxo: Despite the macho roles he takes, he’s so babygirl coded
gayboixoxo: He screams bottom
corrodedfiction: You’re probably not wrong
corrodedfiction: Did you see that Vanity Fair shoot he did?
gayboixoxo: Holy fuck, the sweaters?? I wanted to chew on him, he looked so soft and sweet and corruptible
gayboixoxo: Totally the opposite of your boyfriend lol
corrodedfiction: OMG the Rolling Stone spread?! Eddie Munson could spit in my mouth and I would thank him
corrodedfiction: Did they have to put him in that fucking leather harness for the centerfold? I almost passed out from all the blood draining out of my brain and straight to my 🍆
corrodedfiction: sorry tmi
gayboixoxo: 😂 no you’re fine!
gayboixoxo: This is a safe space for thirsty losers pining over celebs
corrodedfiction: See this is why I like you! No judgement!
corrodedfiction: So do you think Munson’s into that kind of stuff? He’s giving mean dom leather daddy vibes in that pic
gayboixoxo: idk…Some of that might just be for the look, you know? Magazines try to sell an image but it’s not always what that person is like
corrodedfiction: Fair
gayboixoxo: What do you think he’s actually like?
corrodedfiction: Definitely a top
corrodedfiction: Probably not a dom but like…assertive? Like he’d be the one in control
corrodedfiction: He’s got that whole suave rockstar thing going on, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he were a total dork or something
corrodedfiction: And he’s probably got a big dick
gayboixoxo: 😂 don’t all the blorbos??
corrodedfiction: Yeah but that’s fantasy! Who wants to fantasize that their leading man has a micropenis? I mean I’m sure that kink is out there, and no shade to anyone who’s into it
corrodedfiction: But for real life?
corrodedfiction: Honestly, he looks like he’s hung
corrodedfiction: And he looks like a biter
gayboixoxo: Ah yes! You’ve written a bunch of vampire!Eddie fics haven’t you?
corrodedfiction: Only 4!
corrodedfiction: I can’t help it, he’s got that Lost Boys look going on
corrodedfiction: He can sink his teeth in me any time
gayboixoxo: I’m so glad I’m not the only monster fucker here lol
corrodedfiction: Great minds think alike
corrodedfiction: Your fic about werewolf!Steve was amazing! Fucking howling at the moon while he was getting railed was *chefkiss*
corrodedfiction: You think he’s got a monster cock for real?
gayboixoxo: YES?! Harrington’s jeans leave very little to the imagination
gayboixoxo: Thank the denim gods for that
corrodedfiction: So what do you think he’s like? We already established babygirl bottom, what else?
gayboixoxo: Now I have thought about this extensively over the years
corrodedfiction: I’m sure you have
gayboixoxo: And I think he’d be like…really sweet. Maybe a little whiney, but not in the bratty way. Total pillow princess.
corrodedfiction: Like the prince!Steve x knight!reader fic you wrote?
gayboixoxo: Exactly
corrodedfiction: omg
corrodedfiction: I just had an idea
corrodedfiction: Circling back to monster fucking… what if we did a collab? Like vampire!Eddie x werewolf!Steve
gayboixoxo: It’s giving Twilight
gayboixoxo: I don’t hate it
gayboixoxo: The crackship no one asked for and everyone needs
gayboixoxo: I’m in
corrodedfiction: YES!!!
corrodedfiction: Between work and my wips I won’t be able to start it for a bit, but we can get some ideas down soon
gayboixoxo: Same. I’ve got a project I’m finishing up and my schedule will be more open in a few weeks. Just let me know when you’re ready and we’ll figure it out
corrodedfiction: I will! Fuck, this is going to be so good
The “project” is his tour. It’s almost done, and then they’ll be back in LA for the foreseeable future, so Eddie’s going to have a lot of downtime. He already knows most of it is going to be spent in front of his laptop. He’s excited about doing this collab. He’ll be able to put himself into a story with Steve Harrington and not have to hide behind the veil of a generic character. It’s fucking lame and self indulgent, but isn’t that what fanfic is for?
Eddie’s so glad he started talking to this guy. They’ve struck up a pretty remarkable friendship considering they have no idea who the other person is. And his mutual was fucking spot on with his assumptions. Eddie’s definitely a top. Likes taking the lead. He really is into biting, leaving his marks on the men he’s with. He’s absolutely not as cool as the media makes him out to be. And as far as the assumptions about his size? His mutual isn’t wrong. He doesn’t have a porn star dick or anything, but he’s definitely above average in length and width.
Not that he can confirm any of these things.
But it’s fun to play along, and gives him someone to talk to about his own little fantasies. Is it also a little fucked up? This guy is essentially baring his horny soul about the object of his desire, and unbeknownst to him, Eddie’s reading every fucking word. He’d be mortified, maybe even furious, if he found out that he’s been talking about Eddie Munson to Eddie Munson.
Yes. It’s fucked up. And he does feel guilty, but what the fuck is he supposed to do? Eddie figures as long as they both keep themselves anonymous, and his mutual never finds out, then it shouldn’t be a problem.
When the tour ends, Eddie’s plan of camping out in front of his laptop gets slightly delayed. He’s invited to a benefit for a nonprofit that provides support to LGBTQ+ youth in the greater Los Angeles area, and no way is going to turn that down. It’s a swankier affair than he’d prefer to go to, but more money can be raised and more attention drawn when celebrities show up to shit like this, so Eddie makes sure the whole band will come along.
The label turns it into a whole thing, and as soon as they land back in LA, they’re meeting with different designers, doing fittings, alterations, and it ends up taking nearly a fucking week to get everyone squared away with what they’re wearing. Eddie would be perfectly content showing up in an old t-shirt and ripped jeans as long as it means his celebrity status can do a shred of good. Saying that to Dolce and Gabbana earned him glares that he’s not sure he’ll ever recover from.
In the end, he’s glad he went with what those terrifying Italians picked out for him. He’s wearing a sheer black shirt that shows off the ink scattered across his chest, a black jacket with a silver floral design all over, black slacks, and these cunty silver shoes. This entire outfit probably costs twice what he pays for a month’s rent at his apartment. At least.
He’s feeling like a million bucks when he arrives at the gala with his band in tow. They’re looking sharp as fuck and blend in well with all the mucky mucks of Hollywood. Growing up dirt poor, Eddie can’t believe this is his life most days.
They make their rounds in the lavish ballroom, shaking hands with the representatives from the charity, posing for pictures, writing fat checks, and snagging champagne from the servers walking around with large trays of delicate glasses. Eddie’s just taking his first sip as his eyes scan the crowd and he chokes on the bubbles making their way down his throat.
Across the room is Steve Harrington.
Images flash through his mind of mob boss Steve and werewolf Steve and prince Steve and all the other insane au’s he wrote over the last few months. He has to actively fight chubbing up in his expensive slacks.
“Dude, are you ok?” Jeff asks, slapping his back.
“Yeah,” Eddie gasps, “I’m fine. Just went down the wrong pipe.”
His cheeks feel hot. His hands are shaking. He can’t take a full breath and he has to turn away to fucking collect himself. They mill around chatting with a few of the people they’ve met at award shows and have a few more photos taken. Eddie makes a point to keep his back turned so he doesn’t catch sight of Steve Harrington again. There’s never been a more how the fuck is this my life moment than right now.
When his glass is empty, he makes the wise choice to head to the bar to get something stronger to help calm his fucking nerves and peels away from his bandmates to get a glass if bourbon. While he’s waiting for the bartender, someone steps up next to him and says, “Love your jacket.”
Eddie turns.
And the entire world stops spinning.
Steve Harrington is standing in front of him. Perfect hair, smiling with those impossibly straight teeth, a white dress shirt stretched across his chest, and draped in a dark navy suit coat. He’s so much more beautiful in person than any movie or magazine Eddie’s ever seen him in.
Realizing a beat too late that he’s just standing there staring like a deer in headlights, Eddie snaps himself out of it and says, “Oh, uh…thanks.”
Nailed it.
Steve’s smile shifts more into a grin and he holds his hand out. “Steve. Steve Harrington.”
Eddie tries to subtly wipe the sweat off of his palm before taking Steve’s hand in his and giving it a firm shake. Jesus, the mitts on this man. “Eddie Munson.”
“Oh, I know,” Steve laughs. “I’m a fan, your last album was amazing.”
What. The fuck.
“Oh! Wow, thank you. I appreciate that. It’s uh…really cool that you’re here for the benefit. Good to know you're an ally.”
Steve gives him a weird look and says, “Ally? I mean yeah, but…I’m bisexual, actually.”
Eddie’s brain completely stalls out.
There’s no way he heard that right.
Did he miss a memo? As far as he knows, Steve “Leading Man” Harrington is straight. Or he assumed so, anyway. Apparently he was fucking wrong.
Gripping Eddie’s hand a little tighter, reminding him that shit…they haven’t let go of each other’s hands, Steve leans in and says just loud enough so only they can hear, “I’ve been wanting to meet you for a really long time.”
There’s a look in his eyes. Eddie knows it well.
He doesn’t know how it happened. When he looks back on this night, he’ll think that maybe he blacked out or some divine intervention happened, but the next thing he knows is that he’s dragging Steve fucking Harrington into one of the fancy private bathrooms outside of the ballroom. The door slams shut. He flips the lock. And then he’s got Steve pressed up against the solid wood barrier separating them from the rest of the world.
The meeting of their lips is like universes colliding. They fit perfectly together and Steve wastes no time, opening his mouth so Eddie can find out what he tastes like.
Dry champagne and something sweet and it’s better than any fantasy Eddie could have come up with. It’s the hottest fucking kiss he’s ever had.
Steve’s got his hands tangled in Eddie’s hair. Eddie has an iron grip on the man’s hips. Steve is breathing heavily and moaning as he grinds down on the thigh that Eddie apparently shoved between his legs without realizing it. The hard line of Steve’s cock presses against his leg and Eddie practically growls, pushing this gorgeous man harder against the door. Eddie bites down on Steve’s bottom lip and the sound he lets out could make him bust.
He whines.
High and reedy and so unlike the rugged macho man he’s played in so many of his movies. Eddie fucking knew it. Babygirl.
Their hands roam and their lips don’t part for a second as they work each other’s jackets off. As soon as they hit the floor, Eddie is frantically opening the buttons on Steve’s shirt. If this were any other situation he’d just rip the fucking thing open, but they can’t exactly walk back into the gala with their clothes in shreds.
Eddie is so busy focusing on his task while lapping up the flavor of Steve that he doesn’t even notice his own shirt opening up until he feels air on his nipples. He quickly shakes it off, the light material sliding off his shoulders and down his arms and Steve pushes on his chest just enough to tell him to wait a fucking second.
When Eddie takes a moment to breathe and look over the expanse of chest hair in front of him, he tugs Steve’s shirt down his arms to join the growing pile of designer clothes on the floor. His eyes shoot back up when he hears Steve’s breathless voice.
“Oh my god…you’re even hotter in person.”
Eddie chuckles and cups Steve’s cheek, bringing those devastating eyes back up to his own. “You’re one to talk. You’re a fucking dream, sweetheart.”
It’s a little less frantic after that as Eddie slowly leans in and brings their lips back together. They breathe each other’s air and tangle their tongues together while Eddie lets his hands explore, groping at Steve’s tits while he rocks himself on Eddie’s thigh. His hands move further down, fingertips trailing over heaving ribs and taught abs.
He has a moment of clarity when he reaches Steve’s belt. Up until this moment, it’s been his fantasy come to life. But this isn’t a fucking fantasy. This isn’t a story he’s written. This is real. Steve is a real person, right in front of him, and Eddie pulls back for a moment desperately trying to ignore the whine it pulls from the man in front of him.
“You really want this?” he asks.
Steve seems to need a moment himself, blinking rapidly and catching his breath while he clings to Eddie’s bare shoulders. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. You can touch me, Eddie.”
He doesn’t break eye contact as he unbuckles Steve’s belt, pops the button on his pants, and drags the zipper down. Eddie slowly opens his gift and freezes when he feels something soft and kind of bumpy. He looks down to where the front of Steve’s pants are open wide and nearly busts in his briefs when he sees it.
Lace.
Hot pink.
Stretched obscenely over the sizable dick that’s trapped underneath.
All the air leaves Eddie’s lungs and he drops to his knees, not even registering the pain of falling to the tile floor so quickly. This can’t be real. The whining, the panties, the clearly massive cock just inches away from his face…it’s everything he could ever want. Looking up at Steve’s waiting gaze, Eddie licks his lips.
“Marry me?”
Steve throws his head back and laughs, looks back down, and cards his fingers through Eddie’s hair. “I’ll think about it. But in the meantime…anything else you wanna do while you’re down there?”
Eddie grins like a fucking maniac and gets the flesh of Steve’s lower tummy between his teeth. He’s wanted to chew this man to pieces for years and he’s not going to miss this opportunity. He doesn’t do it too hard at first, wanting to gauge Steve’s reaction. There’s a surprised gasp followed by Steve gripping his hair and pulling him in tighter. Eddie bites and sucks a line across his skin right above where the panties sit, leaving a trail of red marks behind that he hopes will turn purple by morning.
Satisfied with the claim he’s made, Eddie mouths over the hard cock covered in soft lace, soaking it with his spit. He’s about to pull Steve’s pants down where they’re just barely hanging on to his hips when Steve stops him and fishes something out of the back pocket. Presenting Eddie with a packet of lube and a condom, he kicks off his shoes and shuffles out of his pants while Eddie stares dumbfounded at him.
“You in the habit of carrying these around, honey?”
The most gorgeous blush flashes across Steve’s cheeks and he shrugs, all sheepish and soft. Babygirl. “I might have heard you’d be here tonight. Call it wishful thinking.”
Eddie’s brain stalls out again. He can’t even begin to entertain the thought that Steve Harrington brought lube and condoms to a charity event on the off chance that they’d end up fucking. That’s just…it’s too much. He can’t…it doesn’t compute, and if he allows himself to do the math, he’ll definitely end up cumming in his pants.
“Seriously,” he tells Steve. “I’m buying a ring tomorrow.”
The laugh that bubbles out of Steve quickly turns into a moan when Eddie pulls the spit-soaked panties down enough to get his mouth on that gorgeous cock. It’s just as big as he imagined, and fucking pretty, too. Steve tastes like clean skin and a hint of salt from the precum beading at the tip. Eddie groans as he swallows it down, swirling his tongue around the head of Steve’s cock before taking him to the back of his throat. He hopes it leaves bruises.
As he bobs his head and savors the taste on his tongue and the sting of his hair being pulled, he drops the condom to the floor and tears open the packet of lube. Grabbing Steve’s calf, Eddie slings a long leg over his right shoulder, his dick throbbing in his pants as Steve lets out a startled cry. His left hand reaches around and pulls the panties aside, giving access for his other hand to dip between Steve’s plush cheeks. Slick fingers circle his tight hole, and Steve trembles under the touch.
“Eddie,” he whimpers. “Please, fuck!”
The first finger slips in easily and Eddie wonders if Steve maybe opened himself up before coming here tonight. He works it in and out as he hollows his cheeks, committing every one of Steve’s little sounds to memory. Oh god and just like that and fuck that’s so good mix with sighs and moans and grunts. Eddie’s hard as a rock listening to all the noises he’s pulling out of this man.
He gets a second finger in, and a third, and Steve’s thighs are shaking. His shout echoes off the bathroom walls when Eddie crooks his fingers and nails his target on the first try.
“Shit!” Steve shouts, gripping even harder onto Eddie’s hair. “I’m gonna cum!”
And that’s his cue.
Eddie pops off and slips his fingers out of the slick heat of Steve’s body and chuckles at the pathetic whine he gets in return. “Not yet, sweetheart.”
He grabs the condom off the floor and gently guides Steve’s leg off of his shoulder, kissing his thigh in apology for the abrupt ending. Rising to his feet, he nips and licks at the moles on Steve’s neck while unbuckling his own belt and working his pants open, finally freeing his desperate cock as he pushes them down his thighs along with his briefs. Steve’s hand finds it immediately, gentle in its exploration as he feels Eddie from root to tip.
“Knew it,” he whispers.
“What’s that, honey?” Eddie asks, flicking his tongue over Steve’s earlobe and giving it a bite.
“Ah! I had a feeling. That you’d be hung. I was right.” He plucks the foil packet out of Eddie’s hand and tears it open, rolling the condom on and giving his balls a little squeeze.
Eddie groans and crashes their mouths together, desperate to get another taste. Pulling back, he looks Steve in the eyes and takes a hold of his chin. “Tell me you want this. I need to hear you say it.”
Consent, yeah. Absolutely. But mostly he just needs to hear the words come out of Steve’s mouth. He’s been dreaming of this for so long and never ever thought it would actually happen. It’s his version of somebody pinch me.
Steve looks back at him, his eyelashes flutter, and the corner of his mouth turns up in a small grin. “Of course I want this, Eddie. Are you gonna fuck me or not?”
Eddie grabs a hold of his hips and guides him towards the counter. Spinning Steve around to face the mirror, he gets right in the man’s ear and says, “Show me that ass, honey.”
Through their reflection, Eddie watches him bite his lip and he hooks his thumbs in the wasteland of his panties and pushes them down. They settle around his parted thighs, and Steve drops to his elbows on the counter, arching his back and wiggling his hips.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie says, trailing his fingers down the curve of Steve’s spine and getting the most glorious view of his round ass. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He takes a hold of himself and watches Steve’s face morph from anticipation to euphoria as he slowly sinks in. It’s heaven. It’s perfection. Eddie never wants to leave. Bottoming out, he has to close his eyes and tip his head back, sucking air into his lungs and praying he doesn’t blow too quickly. How fucking embarrassing would that be? Finally getting to live out his fantasy just to nut in two seconds like a virgin.
After a few calming breaths, he opens his eyes and looks back down at Steve’s reflection in the mirror. His cheeks are flushed, eyebrows pinched, mouth hanging open as he pants and pushes back against Eddie’s hips. Clarity hits him like a runaway train. This is happening. He’s having sex with Steve Harrington, and he’s got a fucking job to do. He needs to make this man crumble.
The urge to just hammer away like a horny little jackrabbit sits under his skin, but he knows better. Eddie wraps his hands around Steve’s waist and holds on tight as he draws out and rolls his hips. Steve lets out the sluttiest moan and it’s all the encouragement Eddie needs.
He keeps a steady pace, undulating his hips and pulling more delectable sounds out of this gorgeous man. Steve’s eyes turn glassy and heavy lidded as he looks back at Eddie through the mirror.
“Fuck,” he pants. “Harder!”
Eddie smooths a hand up the expanse of Steve’s back and grips onto his shoulder, pulling him back as he thrusts in with more force. He doesn’t change his pace, doesn’t go faster. That’s not what Steve asked for. His efforts are rewarded with Steve clenching down on his cock and deepening the arch of his spine, throwing his head back and letting out a string of curses as Eddie fucks him just how he wanted.
He’s getting louder and louder with each roll of Eddie’s hips, and if they keep this up, someone is bound to hear them. Eddie removes his hand from Steve’s shoulder and wraps it around his chest, pulling him up to standing. He holds Steve close as he grinds in deep and covers his mouth with his other hand.
“Not so loud, princess,” he murmurs in Steve’s ear. “You’re gonna get us caught.”
Steve grips onto his forearms and his moans are muffled as Eddie starts to fuck into him with quick little thrusts. He’s gotta be hitting Steve’s prostate with every one, if the leaking of his cock and constant shudders are anything to go by. Keeping Steve’s mouth covered, Eddie lets his other hand drift further down. Wrapping it around Steve’s cock, he begins to stroke his impressive length and Steve groans deep in his chest.
“God, look at you,” Eddie says, drinking in the sight in front of him. “So fucking gorgeous. Bet you look even better when you cum. You close, baby? You gonna cum for me?”
Steve whimpers behind Eddie’s hand and frantically nods his head. Thank god. He’s holding on by a thread himself, their reflection being the hottest fucking thing he could imagine. He works his hips a little harder, pumps his hand a little faster, and just as he’s about to hit his peak, he bites down on Steve’s shoulder.
It’s a chain reaction. Right when he gets tan flesh between his teeth, Steve’s body goes taught. His muffled cry echoes off the walls, he clenches around Eddie’s cock, and shoots rope after rope of cum all over the counter in front of them. Eddie immediately follows, pumping into the tight clutch of Steve’s body as he fills the condom with a groan. He stills his hips as the pulsing of his cock slows to a stop and kisses over the red marks his teeth left behind.
They stay there for several long minutes, Eddie releasing his hold over Steve’s mouth and wrapping his arms around him. Steve sighs like he’s never been so content in his life and leans back, letting Eddie hold him as their breathing slows. He takes full advantage of it, leaving feather-light kisses on Steve’s shoulder and neck. Steve turns his head and makes the neediest little whimper. Eddie smiles and meets Steve’s lips with his own. It feels intimate and soft. It’s sweet. Eddie knew he would be sweet.
“You were incredible,” he says quietly in the limited space between them.
Steve kisses him again and whispers, “So were you.”
Eddie holds him just a little longer, kisses him just a little more, until they eventually have to separate. He carefully pulls out and tosses the condom in the trash. Steve lets his panties fall to the floor and kicks them off, the front of them dark with his precum and Eddie’s spit. He gets his pants back on while Eddie pulls his up and cleans the mess on the counter. Because he’s a gentleman, goddamnit. They help button each other’s shirts back up, Steve slips his shoes on, and Eddie helps him into his jacket, smoothing it out and making sure nothing looks out of place.
He tugs Steve close to him and rests their foreheads together. He just had sex in a bathroom with this man, mere minutes after meeting him for the first time, but he’s still overcome with nerves when he asks, “Can I see you again?”
“Really?” Steve asks, looking surprised for some fucking reason.
“Yeah, really. Let me take you out sometime. I mean…unless this is all you wanted-”
“Eddie,” Steve says, grabbing his face and cutting him off with a kiss. “I’d love to.”
He feels fucking giddy as he wraps his arms around Steve’s waist and smiles into the kiss, getting his tongue back into Steve’s mouth for one more taste. He can’t fucking believe this is happening.
They exchange numbers and when Eddie picks his jacket up off the floor and slips it back on, Steve is quick to shove his panties in the pocket. “So you don’t forget about me,” he says with a wink.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s possible, sweetheart.”
Steve smiles brightly as he makes his way to the door, telling Eddie, “I’ll see you soon.”
“I’ll have my people call your people.”
“Oh my god,” Steve laughs. “You are such a dork. Lucky for you, I’m into that.”
And then he’s gone, slipping out of the bathroom and leaving Eddie wondering how in the ever living fuck this happened.
He checks himself in the mirror, making sure he doesn’t look like he just had the most mind altering sex ever, and that Steve’s panties are safely tucked away in his pocket, and heads back to the ballroom. He finally gets his glass of bourbon, not needing it to calm his nerves anymore, but working more as a post-sex cigarette since he quit smoking a couple years ago. Finding his bandmates huddled around a small high-top table with a tray of hors d’oeuvres they must have snagged from one of the servers, he approaches and slaps Gareth on the back before snatching some puff pastry thing and popping it into his mouth.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he asks.
Eddie just smiles back as he chews. He’s not saying shit.
“Dude,” Jeff asks, looking at him curiously, “are you okay?”
“Livin’ the dream,” Eddie tells him as he catches Steve’s eye from across the room. They share a small smile. Eddie winks. Steve blushes. He can’t fucking wait to see him again.
Later that night after the gala has ended, he goes home and strips off his fancy clothes, making sure to put Steve’s panties on his nightstand. He wants it to be the last thing he sees before he falls asleep and the first thing he wakes up to in the morning. A reminder that it wasn’t a dream, that he didn’t hallucinate or make the whole thing up.
In the shower he replays the whole chance encounter in his head, jerking off and cumming to the image of Steve’s arched back and glassy eyes. And when he falls asleep he dreams of tan skin and soft kisses.
Without having any fittings he needs to be at or more scary Italians he needs to meet with, Eddie gets to sleep in for the first time since coming home from the tour. It’s close to noon when he finally opens his eyes and the first thing he sees is pink lace on his nightstand. He smiles and screams into his pillow. It was real.
He grabs his phone and opens Steve’s contact, wondering if it’s maybe too soon to call him. He doesn’t want to come off as desperate, so he decides to follow his usual morning routine and opens tumblr. Scrolling through his notifications, there’s a tag for a new post from corrodedfiction that makes him do a fist pump. He opens the new fic and is surprised to see that it’s rockstar!Eddie x actor!reader. The description is relatively vague, just a first meeting and heavy smut. This guy’s usual work leans more into the fantasy side, but Eddie’s sure whatever this fic is, it’ll be just as good as everything else he’s written.
Eddie settles into his pillow and begins reading, but soon bolts up in bed and clutches his phone tight as he scans the text with wide eyes. This story is way too familiar. Because it just happened to him last night. He has to pause and start again from the top, reading every word carefully to make sure he’s not conflating things in his head.
He’s not.
Everything from meeting at the bar, his jacket being complimented, dashing to the bathroom, kissing against the door…it’s word for word what happened at the gala. How the fuck is this possible? As he continues through the story, he knows for a fact this isn’t coincidence. The color of Steve’s panties, the way Eddie fell to his knees, the lube and condom in the back pocket…even the things they said…it’s all here.
Marry me.
Call it wishful thinking.
I’m buying a ring tomorrow.
I had a feeling…that you’d be hung…I was right.
Tell me you want this.
Are you gonna fuck me or not?
You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Harder!
Not so loud, princess.
You gonna cum for me?
Can I see you again?
The whining, the mirror, Eddie covering his mouth, holding him after, helping him dress. It’s everything that happened with Steve last night, and for a horrifying moment, Eddie thinks that there must have been cameras in the room or something. But all of this, every exact recount of what they did…it’s all from Steve’s perspective.
Steve wrote this. He wrote about being nervous to approach Eddie, but not wanting to waste this chance. He wrote about how good of a kisser Eddie is, how his mouth felt on him, how turned on he was by Eddie’s assertiveness, that Eddie ruined him for anyone else. That part could just be embellishment, but he hopes it’s not.
Eddie goes back to their messages, scrolls through the conversations they had, and things start clicking. Steve saying he knew that Eddie’s dick was big. Calling him a dork and saying he was into it. Corrodedfiction said the same shit. Which could just be coincidence, but this guy said he liked wearing panties, and Steve was wearing fucking panties. And this guy wrote about the same exact pair that’s sitting on Eddie’s nightstand.
It’s been Steve the whole fucking time.
Mortification washes over him when Eddie looks at all the dirty shit he said about Steve, when he thinks of all the fics he wrote that were just fucking filthy and depraved. He wants to throw himself off a bridge, but then has the equally startling realization that Steve has been thirsting after Eddie this whole time, too. Steve’s been writing fics for years at this point, and said Eddie was his bisexual awakening.
How. Is this. His life.
For a long while, Eddie sits there and contemplates what the next move is. He could play dumb. Never expose himself, and by extension never expose Steve, and just pretend that he doesn’t know. But if anything actually starts happening between them, even if it’s just occasional hookups, he knows the guilt would eat away at him. He doesn’t want to lie. So really, the only option is to come clean. Tell Steve he knows, and hopefully they can both laugh it off after simultaneously dying of embarrassment.
He bites the bullet and types out a message.
gayboixoxo: Hey, I had a question about the fic you just posted
corrodedfiction: Hi! Yeah, what’s up?
gayboixoxo: Did I really ruin you for anyone else? Because honestly…same.
corrodedfiction: Huh? I’m not following
gayboixoxo: Sweetheart, it’s me. Eddie.
There’s a long pause while he waits for a response, and he has a flash of panic when he thinks that Steve could just fucking block him. But after an excruciating five minutes, he gets a reply.
corrodedfiction: Dude, that’s not funny
gayboixoxo: I’m not joking, Steve. I just read your fic and it was word for word what happened last night
corrodedfiction: Is this like a roleplaying thing? I don’t get what you’re doing right now
gayboixoxo: No, honey. It’s Eddie. Want me to prove it?
corrodedfiction: Sure, fine, prove you’re Eddie Munson 🙄
Eddie rolls his own eyes and snatches the panties off his nightstand. Settling back into his pillows, he opens his camera and makes sure he looks hot before holding the panties between his teeth and grinning like the cheshire cat. He snaps a picture and sends it to Steve.
gayboixoxo: I believe these are yours?
It feels like an eternity before Steve replies, and when he does, Eddie gets so hard so fast it almost hurts. It’s a photo of Steve’s bare stomach, and he can see just a peek of his trimmed pubic hair. Above that is a line of purple marks left by Eddie’s teeth.
corrodedfiction: Yup…and these are yours
Before Eddie can reply, his phone is buzzing and he’s getting an incoming FaceTime call from Steve. He immediately smashes the green button and suddenly there he is, hand covering his red face.
“Hiiiiiii!”
“Hi Eddie.”
“So this is awkward!”
“Ugghhh,” Steve groans.
“Come on, sweetheart. Are you gonna look at me?”
Steve drops his hand from his face and gives Eddie an unamused look. “How the fuck did this happen? Seriously, what are the odds?”
“Pretty fucking good, I’m guessing. Sorry to blindside you with this, but I figured it would be better to address it sooner rather than later. That is, if you ever want to see me again.”
His face softens and he sighs as he runs a hand through his hair. “Of course I want to see you again. This is just…really fucking embarassing.”
“Agreed. I’ve had a moment to process, so I’ll let you have yours.”
“It’s so fucked up. There was like…a lot of shit I said to you that was…”
“Private?”
“Yeah. Stuff I haven’t told anyone, not even Robin.”
“Robin Buckley?”
“The one and only. She’s my best friend, and she knows that I’ve had this crush or whatever for a long time, but…she has no idea that I’ve been writing fucking fan fiction about you. God, I sound like an idiot saying it out loud.”
“Hey. None of that. If you’re an idiot, then so am I. I’ve written some filthy shit, Steve!”
“And it was hot! I can’t tell you the layers of shame I felt after jerking off to your fics about me. Like who does that?”
Eddie’s dick has flagged since Steve called, but it’s perking back up again. “I do! The first one of yours I read was so hot I almost passed out from cumming so hard!”
The sound of Steve’s laughter is everything, and Eddie wants to spend the rest of his life drawing that out of him. “I’m glad I’m not the only freak here! Fuck, this is so insane. What the hell do we do now?”
“Well…we could maybe start working on that collab you mentioned.”
“You’d still want to do that?”
“Of course I would, it was a great idea! And honestly, it’s been really great writing something other song lyrics for once. So if you’re still down…maybe we could get together soon. And let me be clear! This is not just an invitation to write smut. I’d really like to get to know you better. The real you, not the tumblr you.”
Steve chews at his lip and ducks his head, looking every bit the sweetheart Eddie thought he would be. “I think I’d like that.”
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Nothing, why? Are you asking me out?”
“I’m asking you in. Come to my place. We can get some food, hang out.”
“Hang out?” Steve asks with a raised brow.
“Clothing optional,” Eddie winks.
He gets rewarded with that laugh again and Eddie feels like the richest man on Earth. “Ok, I like the sound of that. Maybe I’ll bring my laptop.”
“And maybe I’ll have tamales delivered.”
“Oooh, maybe I’ll kiss you for that, it sounds amazing.”
“Well maybe I won’t let you leave if you do.”
And maybe they write that ridiculous fic. And maybe they fuck about it. Maybe they break tumblr and accidentally start rumors that they’re dating. And maybe they confirm it when Steve invites him to his movie premier and they walk hand in hand down the red carpet. Maybe their friends tease them relentlessly when they find out how they met. And maybe they live happily ever after. Real life isn’t fiction, but maybe they do their damnedest to make all their fantasies come true.
I had a thought recently. I know for sure some of the Stranger Things cast is all too aware that there are fics about their characters. They're lurking in these spaces and I don't know how I feel about that! It led me down a Steddie brain rot path, and this happened. What if Eddie lurked on his own fan fiction, but then started writing some himself?
actor steve who has an audition playing a gay character and he has to kiss a guy for the audition. he does it, no sweat because he's not homophobic, he doesn't mind...but on the way out he hears the director call him a bad kisser! that's just unheard of so obviously he tells his friends.
they laugh about it and then steve asks how he's supposed to show he's a great kisser for his callback. to which robin says; "well maybe you're just bad at kissing guys because you've never kissed one before. maybe you just have to practice on a guy..."
steve snaps his fingers, "great idea, robs!" and then he looks around the room. his eyes linger on jonathan and argyle for a moment before deciding that he didn't want to cause trouble. then his eyes landed on eddie.
huh. that's a great idea!
eddie looks up and catches steve's suggestive look aimed his way. "woah,woah! no way, big boy! i dont kiss straight guys."
"but it's me, eddie! it'll really help me get this role! pleaseee?" he begs. eddie doesn't budge though and the conversation moves on. steve doesnt though.
for the next few days he keeps bugging eddie about it. hinting and nudging anytime he can to the other man's annoyance.
then one day when steve is just sitting at home eddie bursts through the door.
"alright! i'm doing this because i'm a good friend! you can't get all weird on me!" before steve can even react eddie is laying one on him. pulling him in by his jaw, hands in the ends of his hair, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs. then he pulls back abruptly. "there!"
steve is a little shellshocked.
"that was...nice, i mean it was good um nice of you but uh my audition was yesterday and I didn't get it..." eddie groans loud and exasperated while steve stands out of his chair.
"I could always use more practice though," steve said, sending a charming smile to his friend.
"wha-" eddie began to ask but steve simply cut him off, pulling him in for another kiss that wasn't really for practice, not anymore.
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inspired by an episode of friends but i made it gayer of course
Something Good: Actor Steve and normal guy Eddie modern AU inspired by this post @kingdomvel
Part 1 || Part 2
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Steve hated Instagram. The upkeep of it was a pain in the ass and he was positive the constant worry about his self image was eating away his mental health bit by bit. If he’d have to have one for his career he’d delete in a second, but it genuinely did help him network and in the fleeting movie industry that was crucial. He never felt comfortable passing it off the his PR manager, Robin. It was still his personal account at the end of the day, even if it was riddled with high quality video promos and magazine photoshoots. But hey, he has access to high quality, plus he was well aware of just how hot he looked in each photo, might as well post them.
Notifications were the worst of instagram for him. He never scrolled, only opened the app to post something Robin asked him to. But after each post he’d get thousands of notifications to the point that turning his phone off was the best solution. Every now and then Steve enjoyed reading comments and would respond to silly ones or genuinely good lore questions. Those Paladin fans had theories like no other, it was cool to be apart of a creative project so heavily inspired by the D&D game the kids he used to babysit played. It was the first time in his career he felt like he made an influence, in a nerdy community of all places, but influence nonetheless.
~ 1 year later ~
Steve took a break from instagram, he hadn’t posted or been active for quite sometime. He was preparing for auditions, looking for a new role but nothing of too much interest appeared. Thankfully he landed a supporting role for a new film, based on a true story about an underdog baseball team. Given his past student athlete career it fit the bill, he was unsure of the other guys cast. Tommy Hagen was very obviously jealous he didn’t have a larger part but other than his general bitchiness wasn’t horrible to get along with. Billy Hargrove, however, is a different beast entirely. The guy was always pissed about something, and surrounded by conventionally attractive women he sent to do anything and everything for him. Hargrove was the star for this picture so Steve just tried to be civil despite the dick measure contests he kept getting pulled into.
Today was the first day of the script reading. His character was very involved in the first 20 or so minutes but then kinda fades to the background during the middle chunk when Hargrove’s character steals the spotlight, gets a bunch of development and what not. The pacing seemed terrible from the few glances he got of the script beforehand so that meant he’d have a huge lull in his day since there wasn’t too much subplot for the rest of the baseball team in the story.
Steve was super focused in the beginning, even though the iffy costars enjoyed messing with him to make the room laugh. Somehow he got through his bits with ease. Immediately after the room took a break to eat bagels and coffee provided by whichever catering company was hired. Steve sat back down at his designated seat, the call to open instagram to kill time grew with each passing second. He succumbed if only to avoid any more conversations with Hargrove and Hagen.
Notifications flooded in for several minutes. Steve gave his phone a second to recuperate and load before truly exploring his messages. Most were fangirls hitting on him, or brands asking if he’d partner with him. One random account stuck out to him, with the most amount of unread messages out of all the spam he got. Curiosity got the best of him, so he opened the account named BatKing. He scrolled to the very beginning. The only thing this person sent him were D&D ideas, DM tips, and lord of the rings memes. Over the course of general scrolling, BatKing didn’t even seem to be trying to get his attention or even care if he opened his phone at all. Steve paused about halfway through the string of messages, not by choice but because instagram glitched and sent him back to the very bottom where the most recent texts arrived. Batking sent a new video. Steve clicked on it right away. It led him to a video that was titled “what your favorite sports film says about you”. “If you like the blindside, you either have a white savior complex or will literally watch anything sandra bullock has ever been in. If you’re favorite is Angel in the outfield you only have green flags. If you liked Ice Princess, hows being a lesbian going out for you… Space Jam is here because how can you not like it, its michael jordan teaching the looney tunes how to basketball.” The shortest cackle escaped Steve, causing a few heads in the chatter filled room to turn to him momentarily. He smiled and waved quickly then went back to the chat. A chaotic force compelled him to reply.
Steve.hrrgtn: Dude, you just made me laugh in the middle of a table reading
Batking: Why are you looking at your phone in the middle of a table reading
Steve.hrrgtn: This script is boring af.
Batking: Got cast for a new sports movie or something?
Steve.hrrgtn: Not all sports movies are boring!
Batking: i cant believe i was right, it is a sports movie. Is it also based on a true story?
Steve.hrrgtn: are you in the room hiding right now? Should i be worried? I have good lawyers.
Batking: im sure you do hot shot
Batking: u dont have to worry about me, im sitting pretty all the way in indiana
Indiana. Steve hadn’t thought about Hawkins in a long time, of course this mystery person was from there. They weren’t coming off as a stalker but the coincidence of them both being from Indiana shook him for a moment. He didn’t chew on the thought any longer, the three bouncing dots distracting him.
Batking: sorry i sent u so much shit. Ill stop now that i know its actually you that has control of the account. I figured some PA was ignoring me
Fascination kept Steve wondering if he even wanted Batking to stop messaging him. It was the first conversation with a stranger he’d had in years that didn’t involve the other person trying to extort him or a crazed fan. It was refreshing.
Steve.hrrgtn: idk why you were sending stuff but if you want to keep doing it i won’t stop you.
Batking: really?
Steve.hrrgtn: really.
Steve.hrrgtn: the d&d stuff reminds me of this derpy kid i used to babysit. Not that i should be saying this to a complete internet stranger but its nice. It reminds me of when i wasn’t famous. So thank you? I guess?
Batking: pleasure to be of service my leige
Steve.hrrgtn: why send me stuff tho? If u don’t mind me asking
Batking: well, i wanted a place easier to reach on instagram to look at saved posts. I figured messaging a celebrity that probably wouldn’t respond was a good solution. My friend keeps raving about paladin so i picked the first name on the cast list
Steve.hrrgtn: have you seen it?
Batking: do u go around asking all strangers you encounter if they watch ur films? Thats not a good look
Steve laughed again, not realizing that the table reading picked up again since he started their conversation. Every stopped to look at him.
“Sorry guys! Continue,” he said quickly. Thankfully the need to get the read through complete meant they picked up immediately.
Steve.hrrgtn: u dick, u made me laugh again. No i dont ask that to every stranger. U clearly love d&d, what did u think
Batking: I havent… actually seen it… yet
Steve.hrrgtn: dude
Batking: sorry not sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Steve.hrrgtn: whatever man, i wont make u do anything but im curious what u think
Batking: why me?
Steve.hrrgtn: u started this technically
Batking: caught on a technicality, typical
Batking: ok deal. Ill let u know what i think
Steve.hrrgtn: deal
Steve closed the chat, deciding it was probably best he started trying to pay attention to the reading since he was technically on the clock. Every part of him craved more banter with whoever Batking was. There was an undeniable pull he felt that with any luck wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass.
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Update: Part 3
Thanks for reading! I just had to expand this idea, i was possessed for 30 min at work to do this.
Adding to this post, imagine them being famous in the future.
Eddie becoming a rising star as soon as he gets out of Hawkins, his band corroded coffin entering the music scene and having massively popular songs. People are getting more intrigue for his past murder charges, but he gets easily defended once he gets a solid fan base (and the fact that he was absolved of those charges).
And Steve entering the acting scene at the same time, him and Robin being just some extras in a movie for the extra cash, but the director falls in love with the sibling-like duo, making them a cameo where Steve acts like a buffer, making the male character jealous so he can make a move.
It was a simple role, just a few minutes of screen with one-liners of dialogue, but to the surprise of everybody—except for Robin—Steve killed the role. Maybe it was his eyes that enamored everyone, his kicked puppy look or his smile, but he became the nation's sweetheart.
After that, he got cast for more minor roles, and little by little established himself as an actor, to the point of being the lead more frequently.
With that, the two of them are well established in their own fields, working hard and being well-known. So it's not rare that at some point they end up in the same event.
It could be anything, a festival, some awards, just a party of famous people—the point is, they are in a public space, surrounded by people that have no idea they know each other, and like an instinct, they act like swore enemies.
Their minds are so used to associate:
"being in public" + "hide true relationship and have fun" = "fake hate each other"
Becuase years of pulling that stunt in their teenagehood that like reflex they spit second-hand insults.
Like– they lock eyes on each other and instantly looked up and down in the bitchiest way possible. Honestly, at this point it has become their own weird way of flirting, the more vicious the comment the more they will drive the other crazy.
Of course, neither of them realize what they were doing until they both were making out in the bathroom, squirreling away from the vent, going to the closest hotel and waking up the next day with friends/acquaintances from their own jobs field asking for the latest gossip of the industry.
The way Robin would laugh her ass off, only to act like a toddler, pointing fingers and giggling at the two dinguses when they realize what they have done.
It was not intentional, and now everyone who was in the event thinks they hate each other's guts like old times.
The public doesn’t know yet, the reporters still not hearing about this until well-respected journalist, Nancy Wheeler (who has already written about each of them, one for Eddie and one for Steve), makes an article about their long complicated story.
(No, she isn't being petty, Mike, she just thinks it’s funny, and it’s not like she is lying, they do have a long and complicated story, it’s just a little to the left, she just isn't saying some things)
The next time someone interviews one of them, they are asking about the other, why they hate each other, if there’s some drama, why they didn't know they knew the other, etc.
Long story short, they pulled the same bit they did in school, but now by accident and to the whole country (and the world when they start getting more international).
They tried to clarify but fell on deaf ears, people thinking is just to safe face or keep appearances, after all the habit doesn’t quite go and they always ended up flirting with insults in every event they are together.
They definitely start to enjoying it and play along after a while.
Not only that, but they enjoyed it even more when years later, in a random day, they posted their X years wedding anniversary photos with their family.
Tags: Actor Steve Harrington, Just some guy Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Texting, eddie cant believe his luck, when you pull a famous guy way out of your league thanks to your unhinged memes, fade to black smut
Summary:
Eddie doesn't see what is wrong with him saving posts by sending them to famous actor Steve Harrington's dms, it's not like the guy is ever going to see them, right? RIGHT? Except-
Steve.hrrgtn: Dude, you just made me laugh in the middle of a table reading
Batking: why are you looking at your phone in the middle of a table reading
Steve.hrrgtn: new season boring af
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@steddiemicrofic Score | 351 | T | Witness Protection, Post-Canon, Getting Back Together, Actor Steve, Composer Eddie | Ao3
If Steve wasn't one of the actors, this would have been much harder. As it is, he only had to beg his agent to beg the audio department to give him the contact information of the score composer. Because when he tried contacting the orchestra director, he just spread his hands helplessly.
"We got the music sheet from the soundtrack producer and worked it out through him. We've never met Kasandra," the man said, before leaning conspiratorially towards him. "Although, I bet it's not her real name; she seems really secretive. Maybe someone big? Who knows."
Of course it's not a real name, Steve growled inside his head. And the only big thing about her, are her fucking balls.
From there, it only takes a few fake phone calls to get Kasandra Buckingham's address.
When he knocks, he ducks under the visor's view, and once the doors open, he grabs them so she can't slam them in his face.
Or he can't.
"Hi, Kas," Steve says, bullying his way inside past the stunned ghost from his past.
Eddie swiftly closes the door after him. He peeks behind the window curtains, and fixes them back in place with anxiety in his eyes.
"How did you find me?" he hisses, following Steve deeper into his apartment.
Instead of an answer, he's wrapped in a tight hug. Reflexively, he returns it, probably even more desperately. His eyes sting.
"Just wanted to tell Kassandra how great was the soundtrack she wrote."
"I had no idea you'd be in the movie," Eddie sobs.
"Sounds like a hell of a coincidence, huh? I'd never look at an indie slasher if I wasn't starring in it."
"It does," he admits. "I can't believe you remembered it," he adds quietly.
Now Steve knows he put it there in hopes of being found.
"The song you tortured me with everyday? You didn't even change the title."
Eddie pulls away to look him in the eyes.
"The title was a very important part. Still is."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Years might have passed, but "Loverboy" still plays in their chests when they kiss.
