#older!rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader
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The Almost Breakup
note: short but i'm happy with it
also gonna get back into this story soon also if you have thoughts on this au (or any of my aus) please share i love hearing them <3
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y/nupdates: Y/n and Isla (Y/n's boyfriend's daughter) out together going out to dinner and seeming very close, and no Eddie in sight
y/nupdates: Y/n and Isla (Y/n's boyfriend's daughter) out together going out to dinner and seeming very close, and no Eddie in sight
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emails.tour.11: her and isla bonding is so cute
icarly_: Isla is so pretty
Metalhead_: she's such a slut
13taytay: JOJO!! HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!?!
im.a.mirrorball: in her step-mom era
y/nismyqueen: where are y/n's shoes from?? very very important!
for_our_moony: prada i think, but steve madden makes a more affordable
CorrodedCoffinStan: he is to old for her, and now making her act like a mom to his daughter. disgusting.
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y/nupdates: Y/n was out with her new boyfriend, Eddie Munson's son. They went out to lunch together, and this is the first time we've seen them together.
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dog.loverrr: only 5 years between her and her boyfriends son..
princess.y/n: love seeing her with Leo not just isla
anna.frozen_: my worlds colliding
munson_86: fr been an Eddie fan for years and a Y/n fan since girl meets world
y/nswifey: forever in love with Leo Munson
philly_eagles.fan: i think they should date instead of her and his dad, the age gap is gross
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Eddie and Y/n have been together for 6 months now, about the time Eddie’s relationships would end, without the women ever meeting his kids and never any ‘I love you’s. But everything was going well, and though Y/n had met Isla when she met Eddie they had gotten really close, and she had now met Leo and despite all expectations that went well. Y/n and Leo had become friends of sorts. But no matter how happy he was, how happy she made him, Eddie started pulling away. He couldn’t help it. He loved her, yes. Not that he’d told her yet. He loved his kids first, and he has to put them first, always will.
Y/n was now on the international leg of her tour, and they haven’t talked in a while, always seeming to miss each other. This was giving Eddie the space he needs to think about their relationship. Not without zero help from his kids.
“Is Y/n going to come here after her shows in Europe are over?” Isla asked, pushing her vegetables across her plate with her fork, then picking up her knife to saw the broccoli in two.
“Um- I’m not sure, kid.” The man mumbles, hoping Isla will move on after not getting an answer.
“Why not?”
“Isla-”
“Can you ask-”
“Isla! Finish your dinner, or if you're done take your plate to the kitchen.” Sighing, Isla got up grabbing her plate to the kitchen and stomping upstairs to her room. After hearing the slamming the teens door, Eddie gets up to start loading the dishwasher. Leo, who was over for dinner, like he often did, walked over to his dad, placing his plate next to the sink. Then rounding the island, to sit at a bar stool.
“So.. What’s with your attitude?” This causes Eddie to look up from his task, giving his son a look that could kill.
“Leo, we're not talking about this.”
“No. We have to. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You get so sensitive everytime we mention Y/n lately. Are you not talking? Please don’t break up with this one, I actually like her.”
“Leo. I ca-”
“No. You love her! And I guess that scares you, because every relationship you’ve had since mom has had this 6 month timer and that timer has gone off, and you're not ready. Or it scares you that she’s so close to us. And that if you ever break up Isla would be heartbroken.”
Eddie takes a moment, thinking over what Leo has said, and scarily accurate it is, and since when was Leo that smart?
“Leo?... Could you stay here with Isla for a few days?”
“Yeah.” Leo says, a wide grin spreading across his face.
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Here Y/n was sitting in her hotel in Paris, staring at her phone, looking at a voicemail Eddie had left. It’s time. He’s going to break up with her; she just knows it. Her and Leo went out a couple weeks ago and he had let slip of Eddie’s 6 month timer on relationships, of course that was followed with Leo’s reassurance that he could feel she was different. But that didn’t cure her anxiety.
Because since she left for tour, they haven’t talked, like Eddie has been avoiding her. She had written a break-up song about him for fucks sake, they’re not even broken up yet. But now he was going to break up with her, over a voicemail at that.
Ripping the band-aid off, Y/n finally presses play on the voicemail.
“Hey, Y/n-” God her first name, it’s really happening “-um, I have a lot of this to say, but I can’t say it over the phone. So I’ll talk to you later. I care about you. I know it hasn’t felt like it, and that’s part of what I need to talk about. I just need you to remember that. I care about you. Okay. Bye.”
At least he was planning on letting her down easy. Guess that’s a plus. Pouring herself a glass of wine from the overpriced display hotels have, Y/n sits down at the dining table, staring at the abstract painting across from her. After what felt like an hour of staring, which in actuality it was 10 minutes, the young woman hears the click of the hotel door. It startles her back into a conscious state, wondering why her assistant Andrea, the only other person with a key card, was entering her room at this hour.
“Andrea?” Turning the corner, Y/n comes face to face with the older, taller man. “Eds… Wha- what are you doing here?”
“Did you not get my voicemail?” He asks, as if that voicemail held any answers.
“Yeah, but.. It was pretty vague.” Her reply caused Eddie to smile.
“Yeah, sorry about that, I was in a rush. Packing, getting the jet ready.” Silence came over the two. Awkward silence. The couple had never been in awkward silence for the entirety of their relationship, always talking, never a pause in their banter. They had comfortable silence at night, staring into each other's eyes. But never was it awkward between them.
“You’ve been avoiding my calls.”
“I’ve been avoiding your calls.” The two spoke at the same time, before Eddie continues, “I’m sorry. It’s just- Ever since my relationship with my ex-wife, my relationships have had this 6 month lifespan. And when they get close to 6 months I get ready to end things.” Here it comes the ‘it’s not you, it’s me and my commitment issues’ “But that didn’t happen with you.” Oh. “With you, you met Isla and Leo no woman I’ve been with has gotten there, and they like you! And that’s fucking scarry. So the thought of us ever breaking up and what that would do to Isla.. It killed me, so I wanted to get ahead of it, y’know break up with you before she got even more attached, but I couldn’t so I just avoided you. Which was the wrong choice because that just caused you and me more pain. So.. I came here to tell you that.. I love you. And you don’t have to say it back, but I need you to know that I’m in, and this relationship it’s not just you and me anymore, my kids are in this. And I have to think about them and I need to know that you will also think about them.”
Throughout that long winded explanation, all Y/n could think about is that Eddie is not breaking up with her, and that he loves her. He, Eddie Munson, playboy, rock legend loved her.
“Eds, I love you too.” After she said the three little magic words, Eddie leaps towards her, his lips smashing against hers. Their lips moving in sync, Eddie’s tongue tempting her lips to widen, to allow his tongue and hers to fight for dominance. Y/n’s lips grant Eddie’s tongue entrance while Eddie has her distracted by his tongue, his hands slip downwards to her thighs gripping them for support to lift the woman onto the dining table, leaning her back and lifting his lips from hers to be able to talk once again. The disconnection of their lips leave the couple breathless, panting, and staring into eachothers eyes.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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The couple wake up the next morning, sunlight seeping through the sheer curtains, legs tangled together, Y/n moving to put her cold feet on Eddie’s legs to warm them.
“Ah! Get your feet off me. They’re cold.” Eddie mumbles into his hair, before turning his body to face Y/n, he was the little spoon last night.
“I know! That’s why I want you to warm them.” The short woman says in a ‘duh’ tone. Wiggling her feet between his calves, Eddie grabs her ankles, moving onto his back and pulling her to straddle him. Her bare core, resting on his v-line, as the two were still naked from last night's activities.
“Hi.”
“Hi, darling.”
“Good morning.”
“Good morning.” The older man brings his hand to his girl's jaw, his thumb rubbing back and forth on her cheek.
“I love you.” This causes Eddie to let out a deep chuckle, as the two have said this about 30 times since he first did last night.
“I love you too.”
“So.. Now that we’re in love or whatever.” “‘Whatever’” “I want you to meet my parents… In a couple months when I get a break from tour. What do you think about that?” Y/n was worried about asking Eddie this, it felt so juvenile, but Eddie has never once made her feel bad about their age gap, one of the many things she loved about him.
“I would love to. And in the summer, I would really love you coming with me and the kids to Hawkins, meet my uncle and my hometown friends?”
“I would love to meet the man that raised my amazing man. I’ll have to thank him y’know. A lot.”
“Of course, he did a great job.”
“Oh shut up. I also really want to meet your friends. What are they like?”
“Well theirs the Hellfire boys, Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Will. They’re a couple years younger than me, all married, all have kids. Mike and Will are married, they adopted a few. Then there’s Steve. He has a kid Leo’s age.. Then Robin, she got married to this girl from high school, Vicky, me and Steve totally got them together but she won’t admit it. They’re all great, and I can’t wait for you to meet them.”
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“I want to go to.. Italy. Have you been?”
“Yeah, it’s beautiful.”
“I’ve always wanted to go.”
“I’ll take you.”
The two have been laying on their backs staring at the ceiling, talking all about the places they’ve been and want to go. The couple haven't left the bed all day, just to go to the bathroom, and Eddie once to grab them food, all while still naked, just how they liked it.
“I wrote a breakup song about you.. Before everything, when I thought we were going to break up.” She added the last part quickly after her pause.
“Anything bad about me?” Eddie asks, clearly making a joke out of it, something Y/n was thankful for, he could always tell when she needed him to be serious and when she needed him to be jokey, another thing she loved about him.
“No, of course not. Just about how it would be super hard for me if we did break up.”
“Then good thing we didn’t.” He says, pressing his lips gently against hers.
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Eat Me
Pairing: Older!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Popstar!Reader
Summary: (TLDR: you perform with Corroded Coffin, act like a brat the whole time, and Eddie makes you pay for it.) Two years after your hiatus from the music industry, you're back and all grown up now. After collaborating with early 2000's metal sensation Corroded Coffin for several songs off your new album, you debut the new tracks live in a surprise performance with the band during their tour- and the tension between you and frontman Eddie Munson is so thick, you're barely able to keep your pants on throughout the set. (Songs referenced are by Demi Lovato from her album HOLY FVCK, which inspired this fic. I highly suggest listening to the songs "Eat Me" and "Freak" while they're performed in the story for the complete experience!)
Word Count: 14K
Tags: 🔥SMUT, age gap (reader is 27, Eddie is 47), Reader is a brat (Eddie can handle it), fingering, squirting, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap up!!), light degradation, reader has blue hair, reader is a grown-up child star, for the purposes of this fic Corroded Coffin started in the 90s instead of 80s for timeline reasons
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You had no fucking clue what you were doing.
It had been two years since you’d put out music. Two. Years. That’s enough time for a person’s relevance to crawl into a hole and die, which is something you had been strongly considering doing for the duration of those two years.
It was a tale as old as time- child star grows up. Child star is not a child anymore, but the world only wants the star to be a child, so if the star wants to keep being a star, they do not. grow. up.
But you grew up, and guess what happened?
The world hated you for it.
So you stopped trying to be a star. You’d dropped off the face of the earth and deleted every social media app from your phone. You’d bought a house in the mountains, and thanks to modern technologies like Amazon and DoorDash, you basically never had to leave. It was a little scary how easily you had become a hermit living in a cabin in the woods. Your life quickly became a never ending cycle of reading, binge-watching tv, and dying/cutting your hair whenever the mood struck (The latest spontaneous color change had left you with a surprisingly pretty shade of faded blue).
It was easy, running away… until it caught up with you.
After all, at your core you had always been a performer. From your first audition at five years old to your big break at twelve, to the first album you’d put out on your television network’s record label- you had always been a person who had something to say and craved an audience to hear it. When your audience had turned on you, it had jolted your rhythm enough that you forgot the words to a song you’d been singing as long as you could remember.
It had taken you a couple years, but eventually you figured out that when you play the same song on repeat for long enough, it gets old.
So you wrote a new song.
To be more precise, you wrote a whole album. Literally.
Some of the songs were composed, some still needed a tune, but the message of the album was clear: I’m not that little girl on your TV screen anymore. You don’t have to like it, but you sure as hell can’t change it.
The minute you’d figured that out, you’d called your team. Once they understood the direction your career was headed, they helped get everything in order for your re-entry into the fray that had driven you out in the first place.
There was only one part of the album that made you nervous.
I know two years doesn’t seem like that long, your agent had said, but the public eye doesn’t have a very impressive attention span. You only have half of the album composed, right? This is the perfect opportunity to make the other half of the songs collaborations with artists that are in the public eye!
The idea made sense. Their popularity helps you, and if the songs go over well, then it helps the other artists too. The only issue was that these songs were way more vulnerable than what you used to write… hell, half the songs you’d recorded before your hiatus were written by whatever run of the mill joe schmo had gotten the kid-friendly execs’ stamp of approval. Even when you’d split from the network after turning twenty-three, you’d kept your songs strictly PG-rated since you knew the majority of your audience were minors. These new songs, though…
You weren’t an idiot. The themes of these songs were not subtle. Anyone who listened to these new songs was going to see a side of you that wasn’t all that pretty. Were you ready for that? Were you ready to bare that darkness to not only the world, but to other artists who meant to help you make music out of it?
Your anxiety about the album had gotten even worse when your agent had given you the list of potential collaborators.
One song that you were particularly proud of called “Eat Me” had some very metal undertones to it, so you’d told your agent that you’d like to collaborate with a metal band or artist to compose the music that would match the lyrics. Almost immediately, your agent had suggested a collaboration with Corroded Coffin.
The band had been HUGE when you were a kid, topping charts throughout your childhood and making a name for themselves as one of the most culturally relevant turn-of-the-century metal bands. Even now, they were a household name. Your older brother had been a huge fan, so you’d actually listened to their music quite a lot growing up. They weren’t some random collaboration- if Corroded Coffin read your lyrics (which were basically your soul laid out on display) and thought they were shit? It might just send you spiraling right back to your cabin in the mountains.
You had been equal parts thrilled and terrified when your agent told you they’d agreed to collaborate on the song.
Currently, you were sitting in your home-away-from-home, a cozy apartment that you rented on a month-to-month basis whenever you needed to be in New York, which just so happened to be where Eddie Munson, lead singer/guitarist of Corroded Coffin had asked to meet with you. It was your album, so you had invited him to come to your place and discuss his ideas for the song. You shifted nervously on your couch and glanced at the time on your phone. He was ten minutes late- that shouldn’t bother you, a lot of musicians had a habit of running late. Just because you didn’t subscribe to that stereotype didn’t mean you had to judge him for doing the opposite.
When you finally heard the buzz of your doorbell, you practically hopped off the couch. You peeped through the little door viewer to catch a glimpse before you had to look one of your childhood heroes in the eye. You… you hadn’t been adequately prepared to see this.
Eddie Munson had been attractive in his hay day- you could admit that. You’d seen the pictures of him on their album covers, the press photos, the magazines… he had always been cute in a scruffy sort of way. You hadn’t bothered Googling what he looked like now, which you were currently regretting since you had not been adequately prepared for the father of all DILFs to be standing on your doorstep.
After doing some quick math, you came to the conclusion that Eddie Munson must be in his mid to late forties at this point. His hair was still long and curly and thick as hell, but you noticed other details that you distinctly remembered were not present on the album covers you remember from your brother’s CD collection- dark, whiskery shadow along his cheeks and jawline. Tattoos creeping up from the collar of the crew neck shirt he wore, as well as every inch of his arms. A nose ring. Smile lines. Soft creases forming between thick brown eyebrows.
Eyebrows drawing together in confusion because you weren’t opening the door.
Shit. You inhaled sharply and hastily made to open the door. Breathe, you instructed yourself, taking a moment to blow out a semi-relaxing breath before turning the doorknob and plastering on your best entertainment industry smile.
“Hi!” you said, a little too peppy- you knew you sounded too peppy because the rockstar in front of you actually flinched when your high-pitched sorority girl voice slapped him in the face. “Sorry, I think I’m a little caffeine-riddled, I just finished my third cup of coffee.” You said apologetically, swinging the door open wider for him to step through the threshold into your apartment.
“Too many frappuccinos there, huh popstar?” His voice… if it hadn’t been so condescending, you might have melted on the spot. Your pride, however, had to argue with your clenching thighs.
“Uhm, no-” you laughed, keeping your voice airy as you shut the door and leaned back on it to ensure it was closed. “-just cold brew, rockstar.” You couldn’t help but add that quip at the end, seeing how he had just called you popstar like it was the same as calling someone a pussy or a wimp. What was his deal?
He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest, and then turned back as if you hadn’t said anything at all. He simply sauntered through the hallway to your living room, where you had laid all the necessary materials for your composing process across the coffee table- but he wasn’t looking at that. He seemed to be inspecting your walls, the decor, the old pictures that sat in frames on your floating shelves, the records you had displayed above your turntable. His eyes surveyed everything like he was a judge at a fucking science fair, and your heart was starting to race as you started to irrationally wonder if you fell short of his expectations or something.
“Ahem,” you cleared your throat to get his attention.
He turned to face you, irritation flashing across his expression like a cloud blowing past the sun. You took a breath. Calm down, you chided yourself mentally, he’s probably just a prick, don’t take it personally. Be professional.
“Can I get you something to drink?” You chirped politely, to which he smirked and shook his head.
“Don’t trouble yourself, sweetheart.”
You bristled; sweetheart? Who did he think he was, Don Draper? Was this the 1950’s? Were you his fucking secretary? Your blood pressure rose by the second.
“Hm.” you respond, chewing your lip to keep a snarky response to yourself. “Well, we can go ahead and get started if you want.” You gestured to the pages strewn across the coffee table. Notebook pages with your lyrics written out in black pen, empty pages of sheet music that you planned to fill out with a melody to coincide with your words as the morning went on. Your acoustic guitar sat securely in its stand beside the couch, eagerly awaiting your hands to make the message in your music come alive.
Munson sunk into the cushions of your leather couch, manspreading enough to make you feel like a guest in your own apartment. His forearms rested on the thighs of his ripped charcoal jeans as he surveyed the pages before him. He grabbed the notebook page full of lyrics first, chuckling when he saw the title.
“Eat Me, huh?” he raised an eyebrow at you, and the way he was holding the page between the two of you left only the top half of his face visible from where you sat. You noted that Eddie Munson had extremely expressive eyes. “That’s a pretty evocative title for such a squeaky-clean ‘lil diva.”
Your brow furrowed. “That’s kind of the point.” Using your pointer finger to pull the page down, the bottom half of the rockstar’s face coming into view and spiking your blood pressure again when you saw that fucking smirk still on his face.
That’s it. This guy is an ass.
“Maybe my agent didn’t accurately portray my vision for this album,” you said, struggling to grit out the words without coming across angry. “If that’s the case, I’m very sorry we got our wires crossed.”
Ready to listen, Munson leaned back into your couch and crossed one booted foot over his knee, an arm thrown across the top of your couch cushions. The picture of nonchalance.
Cocky bastard.
“I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I haven’t put any music out in over two years.” you began. “This isn’t just a new album for me- it's more like a debut album for the new direction I want to take my career in. Up until now, I’ve been portraying a very different side of myself that…if I’m being honest, it wasn’t really me. It was childish and immature and I…”
You huffed out a heavy, frustrated sigh. “-I can’t do it anymore, I can’t keep being a kid, I’m twenty-fucking-seven years old, for god’s sake.” the rockstar’s eyebrows jumped up at hearing your expletive, obviously amused.
What the fuck? Here you were, being vulnerable with a complete stranger, and he thought it was amusing? You half expected him to laugh, but you brushed past it and decided to ignore this asshole being even more of an asshole.
“What I’m trying to say is this is a very personal album for me. It’s very different from what I’ve been putting out, and that is very much the point. Does that make sense?”
You watched as he slowly nodded his head, mulling over your words. “So…it’s like a coming of age thing?” he ventured, “Like, ‘little girl’s all grown up and sexy now’ all that?” his mouth turned up at one corner. “How very Miley Cyrus of you, sweetheart.”
You scoffed, physically recoiling a bit. “Are you being serious right now?” you balked.
He shrugged.
Oh, you fumed, that is it. Fuck this guy.
You stood from the couch, finally snapping after holding yourself back from giving this asshat a piece of your mind. “What is your problem?” Munson’s smirk faded a bit, but his smug air remained intact as he stared up at you.
“Look sweetheart-”
“No.” you cut him off, stopping him with a hand in the air. “Stop calling me sweetheart like you know me or like that isn’t a condescending fucking way to speak to someone. You have done nothing but talk down to me since you walked through that door, so no, you do not get to talk to me like that, I don’t care how famous you are.”
There wasn’t a trace of a smile on his face now, and you took pride in that. Maybe there was a conscience in there somewhere that was telling him I told you so right now.
You took the page from his hands and held it up for emphasis. “If you had just read my fucking song before making assumptions, then maybe you would have understood that this song is actually a social commentary on people like you who assume the direct trajectory of a child star’s career is to go from cute and childish to sexy ‘girls gone wild’ or whatever the fuck.” you spat, practically shaking the paper in your hand. “I’m allowed to grow into whoever I damn well please, and that’s exactly what this song is about. If I want to write a song about sex- and I’ve written a few, they’re on the fucking album- I’ll write them because that’s what I want to write! I’m not doing it for shock value or because I like attention; hell, I’ve been a literal hermit in the woods for two years, I don’t give a fuck about attention!”
You finally paused to breathe, and you knew your eyes must look absolutely insane because the man before you genuinely looked terrified.
Steeling yourself, you inhaled and exhaled slowly, attempting to push down some of that hysteria. “Sorry.” you bit, “Didn’t mean to unload all that on you. It’s just… this song is a part of me, and you just belittled it without even reading past the title.” You looked him directly in those big brown eyes and thought- hoped- for a second that you saw understanding in his gaze. “That was shitty. I’m not letting other people make me feel like shit anymore.”
When you were finished, silence took over. It settled over the room like a reprieve from a short but heavy rainfall before the sun showed itself again. Suddenly, Eddie Munson stood from your couch and marched to your door, letting himself out with a sharp click of your doorknob latching closed.
Okay. That went well. The lead singer of one of the most famous metal bands just came to your apartment, got yelled at, and ran away. You were just starting to ponder how you would explain this one to your publicist before you heard a knock at your door. Tentatively, you opened it- you didn’t need to look through the peephole to know who it was.
Eddie Munson stood at your door wearing an expression that you hadn’t seen yet today- he looked open, compassionate, and sorry. One hand in his pocket with the other outstretched, tattoos winding up the expanse of skin, rings glinting light from the sconces on either side of your door. He was offering his hand.
Smiling slightly, you accepted his gesture. You grasped his ink-scarred hand, feeling the cold metal of his rings press against your skin as you shook it. “It’s lovely to meet you-” he said your name softly, and you realized that when he had entered your apartment earlier, you hadn’t even exchanged pleasantries. Hadn’t introduced yourselves, almost as if fame got rid of the need for normal human introductions. Now, here he was, remedying that.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Munson,” you said, voice less chipper than it had been when the two of you originally stood in these same spots. “I’m a huge fan.”
He winced at ‘Mr.’, clapping his other hand over yours tightly. “Please, for the love of god, don’t call me Mr. Munson.” his big brown eyes pleaded with you. “Call me Eddie.”
Your smile widened as you nodded. “Eddie.” you repeated. “Is this you telling me we’re starting over?”
He let go of your hand, and you felt a sudden chill as the warmth of his skin left yours. “If that’s alright with you?” he replied softly, turning up the end of his sentence like a question.
Instead of saying yes, you simply stepped back to make room for him in your hallway. With a pleasant grin on your lips, you gestured for him to step inside. “Let’s get started, then.”
After sitting down on the couch once more, Eddie took the sheet of notebook paper on which you’d scrawled a part of your soul written in verse and began to read intently. Leaving him to digest the song completely (also because you felt awkward sitting there in silence as he read your work) you left to grab two water bottles from the kitchen. When you returned, he had already grabbed a fresh sheet of notebook paper and begun jotting down notes.
You placed the bottles on coasters, bracing yourself for the criticism that you knew was coming-
“You were right.”
Huh?
You craned your neck to see what he had written on the notebook paper. “About what?”
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Eddie yanked the paper out of your line of sight. “About this song, it’s completely different from what I’d assumed you would write. Actually,” he grinned. “-it’s kinda fucking metal.”
You smiled, once again reaching for the page. “Then let me see what you wrote-”
“I’m not finished yet, keep your panties on.”
The two of you worked for hours that afternoon, Eddie suggesting lines and chords as you wrote corresponding notes and chords on your sheet music. It didn’t take long for you to grab the acoustic guitar and begin strumming out portions of the song until it was finished.
Both of you agreed it was something to be proud of.
“Hey, uh,” Eddie stuttered before exiting your apartment that evening, when you were both happy with the work you’d done for the day. “I hope you know how sorry I am for being such an ass when I got here earlier-”
You shrugged, any traces of anger melted away at this point. “Eh.” you smirked. “You made up for it. That song might be my favorite on the album now, honestly, I meant it when I said I was a fan of yours- wouldn’t have trusted it with anyone else.”
He smiled at you warmly. “I’m honored to have such a talented fan.” The door was open, but he wasn’t leaving yet. Instead, Eddie stood with his tattooed arms crossed over his chest leaning his weight to one shoulder against the doorway. “I mean it though, you’re a talented songwriter. If you want to collaborate on any other songs, just say the word and I’m back here.”
You quirked an eyebrow. “Are you serious?”
He nodded, “Dead serious.”
Smiling excitedly, you ran to your notebook, flipping through the pages until you found what you were looking for. You looked up at Eddie, a knowing grin on your lips. “Remember those songs about sex I mentioned?”
***
The original plan for your album had been to collaborate with multiple artists for about fifty percent of your album, while the other fifty percent would only feature you. What ended up happening was slightly different.
The more songs Eddie saw, the more passionate he became about the message you were working to convey through your lyrics. He ended up reworking every single song with you in a completely collaborative process, where he never overstepped, never tried to take over- simply understood what you were trying to say and added the extra ‘oomph’ each song had been needing to truly become what you had envisioned.
“I feel like I really can’t just call this my album now, Eddie, you’ve contributed way more to this to just be credited as a featured artist-”
You’d first voiced concerns about how to credit Eddie in the album a few days into your songwriting spree. It became an easy routine, Eddie would come over first thing in the morning, and the two of you would sit in your living room working through your songs and ordering takeout until the sun set.
“Well it’s not a collaboration album with Corroded Coffin,” Eddie had replied, sticking a bite of noodles into his mouth. The two of you had been seated at your kitchen table, white boxes of Chinese food, napkins, and torn chopstick wrappers decorating the space between you. “Those fuckers haven’t even met you, they don’t get credit for anything they ain’t playing on.”
“But I’m talking about you.” you pushed, “If we keep going the way we’ve been, you’re going to be a vital part of the composition for every track on this album! I’m not going to let you avoid credit for that.” you gazed at him, unable to hide the admiration you’d begun to feel for the artist at your table. “Let me list you as a composer for every track you help me with. We already know you and your band will be featured on Eat Me and Freak, so obviously you’ll be credited for those…”
As you continued to ramble on about how Eddie would be credited for each and every song lyric he suggested, he got distracted looking at the way your hair glinted slightly different shades of blue in the sunlight that filtered in through your balcony window. His eyes followed the light along your skin, taking in the way it glistened off the dewey shine on your cheekbone, how it shone directly into the corner of your eye so that colors he had never noticed were brought to the surface of your irises…
This wasn’t the first time that Eddie had gotten distracted watching you rant about something you were passionate about. He knew he was supposed to be listening, that it was very important that he knew what your songs were about, that he understood the details of your plans for the album so that you wouldn’t have to repeat yourself later- but dammit, you were just so pretty. Really fucking pretty, it was hard for him not to get distracted. Initially, this whole collaboration had just been something that Eddie’s publicist had suggested for getting the newer generation listening to Corroded Coffin in time for their new album to drop at the end of the summerl, so when Eddie had first waltzed into your apartment he’d been expecting a kid; an innocent, teeny-bopper sort of persona. He hadn’t expected a loud, firecracker of a woman with hair the color of his old denim jacket.
Eddie wasn’t an idiot. He was well aware that he was old enough to be your father. You were what- twenty-seven? Twenty-eight? Definitely under thirty. And here he was, pushing forty-seven with a salt and pepper shadow on his jawline. The hair on his head hadn’t started graying yet (he dreaded the day that he would have to use *gulp* hair dye) but he knew it was only a matter of time. For him to be ogling you like this? It would probably make you uncomfortable if you knew how often his eyes forgot to look away when you left the room. What was that old saying? Hate to see you go, love to watch you leave-
“Eddie?”
Shit. He’d missed an entire conversation, hadn’t he?
He gave you his best apologetic smile, which didn’t work at all. You sighed, hanging your head low exasperatedly. “You didn’t hear a word of that did you?”
“Not a word, zoned out.”
You threw a fortune cookie at him.
***
You and Eddie didn’t see each other for a while after recording the album. Eddie was there with the rest of Corroded Coffin to record the two tracks that they were featured in for the album, but after that plus a few guitar parts Eddie had been kind enough to record for some other songs, the two of you hadn’t had a reason to see each other.
That was why you were so nervous for tonight.
After working all summer and the better part of the fall, the album was finally finished. Copies of CDs and special edition vinyl were already being shipped out to music stores across the country and set to hit shelves in a week, so tonight was the kickoff event for your publicity tour: you would be joining Corroded Coffin tonight onstage for a surprise performance of Eat Me and Freak. Tonight was October 31st, and premiering those songs on Halloween with the metal king that helped you make them the masterpieces they were? This was just one of those moments when the stars aligned poetically.
You looked yourself in the mirror, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves before heading to sound check. It had been a couple of months since you’d seen Eddie, but that wouldn’t matter, right? You’d spent a whole week workshopping incredibly personal- in some cases, intimately personal- songs with the guy, so singing onstage with him shouldn’t be a big deal. You were a professional, so it didn’t matter that you hadn’t performed in over two years, you could do this. Never mind the fact that this was the first performance of the rest of your career; never mind that sometimes the way Eddie looked at you make you feel like your knees were about to buckle; never mind that Eddie Munson, rock god and sex symbol of the metal world, was going to be within touching distance the moment you set foot on that stage…
A knock at the door of your tiny dressing room startled you, along with a voice letting you know that sound check was about to begin. Decisively, you grabbed your water bottle and headed to the stage before you could psych yourself out any more.
When you got to the stage, Eddie was the first person you laid eyes on. He smiled at you, dark curls flying around his face and forming a sinful-looking halo around his face as he gave you a friendly nod- god, he was gorgeous. Waving back at him, you returned the nod and grinned. You wouldn’t be going on until the end of their set, so you situated yourself on an empty stool backstage with a view of the band.
Their practice was fascinating to watch, how all four of the band members were so obviously masters of their craft, each ear trained to notice any imperfection in the way their instruments sounded through the stereos. Every once in a while, Eddie would look your way out the corner of his eye, just to check if you were still watching; you always were. Whenever he saw you looking directly at him, never glancing down at your phone or at the other band members (besides the odd look thrown in Gareth Emerson’s direction; the way his curls bounced was honestly hypnotic), he’d hold your eye contact, smirk into the microphone, and continue to belt out the lyrics to his songs with a smidge more cockiness than he had been prior.
When the time finally came for you to join them, you took a deep breath and strutted to where Eddie stood in the center of the stage. No one had handed you a mic, so you weren’t sure where you were supposed to stand until Eddie moved aside to make room for you at his mic stand.
You looked questioningly at Eddie. “You don’t need your mic?”
He chuckled, placing a hand on the small of your back as he put his lips to your ear. You figured he was just trying to avoid the mic picking up his voice, but the hand on your back… that was new. Was this a move? Was Eddie Munson making a move? On you?
Oh.
That’s a fun development.
“This one’s all you, darlin’.” Eddie said, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I’ll stay out of your way. Also-” He pulled away enough to look you in the eyes, and your lips must have been a little too close to the mic because it picked up your fucking gasp. You jerked your head away from the mic, cursing yourself for being so nervous.
Eddie definitely noticed, but all he did was chuckle, still staring at you with giant doe eyes framed by smile lines and bushy brown eyebrows. “-it’s good to see you, popstar.” There was no condescension in his tone this time; all you could find in his gaze was kind, genuine joy that you were here, and you couldn’t help but smile back.
Confidently, you gripped the mic with both hands, smirking at Eddie through your side eye. You didn’t bother leaning away from the mic when you replied, sprinkling sultry into your voice. If Eddie Munson was trying to drop a hint, you wanted him to know you were receiving it.
“It’s good to see you too, rockstar.”
***
Mic check went flawlessly, which meant it was time for you and the band to eat in the green room while fans began lining up outside the venue, waiting for the doors to open.
You had a couple drinks with the band while biding your time before you had to get dressed for the show. Much to your delight, Eddie never left your side the whole time. You had been close to him in your living room day after day when you’d worked on your songs, but this was different; you kept noticing little glances and touches that spoke louder than words- how his hands lingered longer than expected, never missing a chance to touch your arm or place a hand on your back to guide you as you walked. How his eyes were most focused whenever he was looking at you, and he never seemed to give you passing glances- every look he gave you was intense and purposeful, it made you shiver in a very good way. When he and the band left to get ready for showtime, he took a moment to check on how you were before leaving to go to his dressing room.
“You nervous?” he asked. There wasn’t any judgment there, just concern for you.
“Yes,” you admitted, “But I think I’ve got it.”
Eddie smiled widely, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and squeezing you tightly. “Oh I know you’ve got it, angel.”
You caught his wrist, holding it to your shoulder before he could retract it. Turning to him, you batted your eyes a bit before raising an eyebrow. “Angel, huh?”
Eddie inclined his head, eyes narrowing flirtatiously. “What, should I switch back to sweetheart?”
You smirked. “Only if you wanna make me mad.”
It took everything in you not to shrink back from him as he leaned forward, practically glowering over you. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but must have decided against it. You saw his tongue poke into the inside of his cheek as he nodded to himself, eyes narrowing further as if he were having a whole conversation within his head that you weren’t privy to. Finally, he gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze and you let him go, staring at him with every ounce of confidence you could muster.
“...I’ll remember that, popstar.” he said, voice low and gravelly and sure to throw you into a coma if he said the right words with that voice at the right time. You didn’t let him see how much he was affecting you, though- save for a little grin that you couldn’t hide as he smirked at you and walked away.
When he exited the green room- and you were sure you were alone- you finally let out a breath that you’d been holding for what seemed like entire minutes. You grabbed your drink, chugging down the rest of your liquid courage in the hopes that it might also cool you down a bit.
***
The cheers from the crowd were deafening, and the gravity of what was about to happen was starting to get to you.
Corroded Coffin was about to start the song that would be your cue to join them. You stood in the wings like you had during sound check, this time fussing over your outfit to ensure every piece was in place. The fact that it was Halloween combined with the tone of your new album had influenced your wardrobe choice for the evening- ripped black jeans that were more rip than jean, a strappy black bustier top with a plethora of silver buckles that decorating the surface of your bodice where the sides attached at your sternum, fishnet fingerless gloves, and your favorite part of the outfit: the biggest platform boots you’d ever owned. You remembered seeing them and falling in love immediately with the straps that decorated the entirety of the shoe, as well as the silver buckles on each strap that matched your top like a dream. Paired with your blue hair, you looked strikingly goth and nearly unrecognizable from the girl your fans remembered.
When Eddie announced you onstage, you had to take a deep breath before joining him out there. Slow inhale, slow exhale… and then you were overtaken with hot stage lights.
Out on the stage, you could really take in the size of this crowd- it was far larger than what you were used to, and when they realized who you were, they went wild. You couldn’t help but be intimidated until you felt Eddie’s hand gently grounding you as it ghosted the skin on your back.
His lips tickled your ear as he leaned in and whispered in your ear out of range from the mic, “Knock ‘em dead, sweetheart.”
You felt a flare of indignation intertwined with delight, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little evilly into the mic at this little shit of a rockstar.
He did that on purpose.
You looked at him with the biggest smirk on your face, and it matched the smug, sultry grin on his. Silently, he nodded at the audience as if to say ‘Well? They’re waiting.’
You looked over your shoulder at Jeff on the bass, nodded, and right on cue as Jeff began the first note of the song, the entire stage was flooded with scarlet light.
***
Eddie could tell you were nervous. Flirting with you probably wasn’t helping, and for all he knew, he might even be making you uncomfortable.
However…
Over the years, Eddie’s gotten more perceptive when it came to the subtleties of body language. He didn’t miss the fact that you’d been leaning into every touch he ghosted over your skin, no matter how overt or fleeting those touches might have been. He’d seen the change in your eye contact when it lingered a little longer than necessary- that shift from attentive to intrigued, even a little wanting at times.
The only question was what you wanted, and Eddie was really hoping it was him.
As he watched you take his place at the mic, standing monochrome in scarlet light, he bit his lip as he tried to hold back the salacious grin that slid across his lips; he was unsuccessful.
Eddie hit his guitar part easily as you purred the lyrics that the two of you had slaved over into your microphone.
Be more predictable
Be less political
Not too original
Keep to tradition, but stay individual
Thrusting ever so slightly with his warlock, Eddie channeled the rage and rebellion of your lyrics into every word, smirking with the next few lines- they had been one of the first additions to the song that he’d made, and you more than did them justice.
Dirty but washable
Winning but stoppable
All that I’m hearing is
You wanna make the impossible possible
Even though you’d been nervous earlier, it looked like you’d been able to shake it all off. Confidence was rolling off you like waves, strength in your comfort onstage practically seeping out of your pores. Eddie felt proud, yes, but mostly? He was turned the fuck on by it. His eyes never left you as you carefully removed the mic from its stand and leisurely strode to the edge of the stage as you sang the next lines, punctuating the last with a little shake of your head and a comically disgusted wrinkle of your nose.
Is this what you’d all prefer?
Would you like me better if I was still her?
Did she make your mouths water?
Ugh.
Just like you’d practiced, flashing white lights littered the stage right on cue when the drums opened up the chorus, and you belted those lyrics with all the anger and exasperation that he knew you’d felt when you’d written them. You were a force to be reckoned with- this was that girl he’d met when he’d walked into your apartment acting like a jackass; this was the firecracker of a woman who wasn’t afraid to tell him exactly what she thought.
I know the part I’ve played before
I know the shit that I’ve ignored
I know the girl that you adored
She’s dead, it’s time to fucking mourn
I can’t spoon-feed you anymore
I can’t spoon-feed you anymore
Dinner’s served, it’s on the floor
I can’t spoon-feed you anymore
You dropped to a crouch, for the end of the chorus, legs bent but spread slightly, and flashing lights glinted off the metal buckles of your platform boots. Your voice ripped from your chest as you belted into the mic.
You’ll have to eat me as I am
You’ll have to eat me as I am
Eddie was incredibly grateful for the crouch you’d dropped into, because it gave him a view of your ass that was so perfect, he actually groaned. Swooned, practically. Thank god you had his mic and the music was loud enough that no one noticed. He hoped. However, anyone with eyes could probably see that he was basically undressing you with his gaze right now, so he really needed to get it together unless he wanted to be on a front page tomorrow for the wrong reasons. He cringed, imagining the headline Munson Ogles Popstar Half His Age. Mid-Life Crisis? Yeah. His publicist would love that one.
You stood back up, stalking the edge of the stage as you sang the second verse. When you were about halfway through, you turned to look over your shoulder at Eddie, and it just about knocked the breath from his lungs. Your eyes- lined in black and zeroing in on him like something out of his metalhead fantasies- smoldered like embers on the edge of a cigarette as you sang the second half of the verse to him.
Longer hair and tighter clothes
Would you like me better if I didn’t oppose?
Silver platters, pretty bows…
You were at his side now, turned sideways from the crowd so you were facing him as he turned to face you in tandem. About a foot away from each other, the only thing between you was his guitar, thankfully big enough to hide the way his hard-on was quickly growing harder with every moment you looked at him with those eyes.
Your expression shifted, eyes rolling as you threw your head back in mock boredom, amping the lines up to the extreme. As you lifted your head back up, you looked at him with the brattiest fucking face Eddie had ever seen as you delivered the final line of the verse into the mic.
…Fuck.
And then you smirked, tip of your tongue peeking out of your lips and you winked at him.
Fucking. Winked.
Ohhhhhh, you were doing this on purpose. You had to be.
And Eddie couldn’t do shit about it, because you were in the middle of a performance, on stage, jumping around in platform boots and screaming the chorus into your mic like fucking banshee. So he channeled every ounce of sexual frustration into shredding the fuck out of his guitar and staring you down, salivating at the way you blazed on that stage like a witch at the stake. Then, about halfway through that chorus, at the edge of the stage and working the crowd for all they could give you, Eddie just about had a heart attack.
Because you dropped to your fucking knees.
You let the music take control of you, screaming ‘I can’t spoon-feed you anymore’ into the mic, you dropped down to one knee followed by the other as you delivered the final lines before Eddie’s solo.
You’ll have to eat me as I am
You’ll have to eat me as I am
You held your last note long and loud, widening your knees and leaning into a backbend that didn’t stop until your upper back touched the stage behind you. Eddie was amazed that he was even able to remember his part when you were in front of him doing that. Jesus Christ.
Eddie continued to play, and he saw you crane your neck just in time to make eye contact with him as you delivered the next line of the song. You brought the mic to your lips, your knees still spread open and your spine deliciously arched.
Choke on it!
God…you were gonna kill him.
You pushed yourself back into a kneeling position, facing the audience. As Eddie’s guitar solo became more complex, and his playing more impressive, your jaw dropped as you looked to the audience and fanned yourself, as if you were all sharing a joint reaction of ‘wow, are you guys hearing this too?!’. Eyes crinkling from your smile, you brought the mic to your mouth again.
Choke on it!
Once you were back on your feet, you stood at ease in the center of the stage as you waited out Eddie’s solo. When he finished, you stared down the crowd as you delivered the last chorus. At this point, Eddie could see some of the spectators mouthing the words along with you, and his chest swelled with pride at your ability to win over a crowd that hadn’t even been expecting you on stage. Hell, knowing his fans, most of them were probably older than you by several years, and yet here they were singing your song.
When you drew your first breath after the final note, the crowd went wild. He expected you to be staring at them, soaking up the energy of a satisfied throng of fans, but no- immediately, your eyes were on him, an ear-to-ear smile stretching across your face. You had just absolutely killed your first song performed in two years, and you wanted to share your joy with him before you shared it with anyone else.
Eddie couldn’t help but mirror your smile- it was the least he could do, after the way you just made his heart swell to triple its usual size. He took a few steps over to where Jeff stood with his bass, nodding to the mic in a silent question, to which Jeff gladly stepped aside.
“If this is what happens when you take a two-year hiatus,” Eddie said slyly into the mic, “then maybe you should do it more often, rockstar.”
The crowd cheered again, and you looked caught off guard by his calling you rockstar instead of popstar. To Eddie, it made perfect sense- tonight, there was nothing pop about you. You were rock & roll incarnate, his equal in every single way. You took a few steps back until you and he were the same distance from the edge of the stage, and as long as he was speaking, your eyes never left him.
“So I’ve been working with this absolute badass on an album- well no, I’m giving myself way too much credit, she wrote an album, I plucked a few guitar strings, yada yada yada-” You giggled as Eddie reminded the crowd of your name, loud and clear, so they knew who to look up on Spotify later. “-anyway, her album drops in a week, that last song you heard was called…”
Eddie looked at you with expectant eyes and a devilish smile. He wanted to hear you say it. Just for fun. He enjoyed being a little shit.
You smirked into your mic. “Eat Me.”
The crowd cheered again, all it took was hearing you say two little words. Eddie knew the feeling.
“We’ve got one more before our lovely guest has to leave the stage, and this one is my personal favorite off the album.” Eddie started warming up with a couple chords from the song before adding, “This is Freak.”
You had replaced the mic into its stand at center stage, which was where Eddie headed to meet you. During sound check, you had asked him if he would need his own mic for this one, but Eddie- selfishly- had said it was no problem, and he didn’t mind sharing. That was a drastic understatement though, since he would happily leap at any excuse to have his lips close to yours in any capacity at all.
You smiled at him, and you were doing that thing again- that thing where you looked at him like you were giving him a dare. That thing where you touched the tip of your tongue to your upper lip.
Eddie wanted to bite that lip.
Instead, he smoldered down at you as he began the opening chords to Freak.
***
You may not have been sure about Eddie’s feelings before tonight, but you were now.
He wanted you. Bad. So bad, you felt high off the lust that was rolling off the man beside you.
You could tell by the way he was looking at you that he wanted to do so many things to you here and now, but due to the giant crowd before you that wasn’t an option. The power trip of knowing that every move you made was driving him crazy and he couldn’t do shit about it made you feel bratty as fuck, and you channeled every ounce of that into each word of your next song.
Pinch me, singe me, inch me to the edge
Your eyes fluttered shut as you let the sultry lyrics take over, arms bending as you brought them up to dance above your head as you stretched your neck back. Your pose mimicked the way you might have stretched across a bed, arching your back slightly in a way that you knew would make Eddie’s mind wander to all the right places.
Prod me, laud me, ungodly but heaven-sent
As the tempo picked up for the bridge, your lips brushed the mic and you bounced slightly to the beat. Looking up at Eddie, you felt your chest tighten when you saw how blown his pupils were as they zeroed in on you. There was nothing silly or flirty in his gaze now- this was lust, want, need… it was predatory in a way that made you shiver.
Get your tickets to the freak show, baby
Step right up to watch the freak go crazy.
Eddie’s guitar launched into the chorus with you, both of your mouths breaking your little standoff by smiling because you couldn’t help yourselves- performing together, this close, singing lyrics that the two of you connected with- you were having so much fun.
Am what I am and what I am is a piece of meat
Take a bite just to watch me bleed
Freak
Say what you want and what you want is behind your teeth
Ain’t gotta spell it out for me
Freak
Now Eddie’s lips were the ones on the mic, his throaty voice tearing through the air in a way that made you stop short from its power alone. He sang the first two lines on his own-
Bait me, you can cage me
Even plate me, I don’t care
You joined him for the bridge on one side of the mic while his mouth remained in place at the other, and his voice dropped down to his chest to create a sound that was more growl than song. He sounded demonic, feral- damn, you wanted to jump his bones right now.
Get your tickets to the freak show, baby
Step right up to watch the freaks go crazy
As you both sang the chorus together this time, your eye contact across the microphone was charged with feelings reflected as though you were looking in a mirror. Anticipation for what would happen after this show was building with every lyric, and as he growled his lines into the mic you wondered what the headline would be if you stuck your tongue down his throat right now.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t how you wanted to start this next leg of your career- at least publicly. Different time, different place. Like, say, in about thirty minutes. In your dressing room. Against a wall, preferably.
When you finished the chorus, Eddie shredded through his guitar solo like a bat out of hell, even improvised a scream into the mic that made your jaw drop yet again. Upon hearing it, you couldn’t help but let out a surprised laugh, hopping up and down in your platform boots and headbanging along with him. After he’d finished, you took hold of the mic stand with both hands and began chanting repeating lines that would take you through to the next chorus before ending the song.
Came from the trauma, stayed for the drama
You sang the line twice before Eddie joined you for the third and fourth repetition, that deep, ripping croon tearing its way through his throat and out of his plush pink lips less than an inch from yours. You wanted to turn your head and look at him so badly, but you were so close that you’d be locking lips if you did.
As you both sang the final chorus, you pulled back just enough for your gazes to meet; you were rewarded with lust blown umber eyes, sweat-soaked curls framing a face as timeless as music itself, and a grin that sparked pure joy in your very soul.
If this guy can fuck, you might just fall for him.
Eddie prompted the audience to cheer for you one more time after the song was over, shooting you a smile as he brought you in for a friendly hug. He was in front of thousands; you knew his hands would remain in strictly G-rated areas (unfortunately), but he did whisper in your ear out of range from the mic.
“Wait for me in your dressing room.”
Bingo.
You thought about following his lead- waiting patiently in your dressing room for him to finish up his show then have his way with you- but you had a better idea. You tilted your head up quickly to bring your lips up to his ear, your clear lip gloss catching its shell.
“I’m gonna keep watching you in the wings- you can do whatever you want after that.”
Your eyes met as you pulled away, and you let yourself revel for a moment at the way he looked at you- like he wanted to, well…eat you. Eyes so dark they were almost black under the stage lights, he shook his head slightly in disbelief. Again, you felt that familiar rush of adrenaline from driving him crazy when he couldn’t do a fucking thing about it; you were beginning to think you might be addicted.
As Corroded Coffin finished their set, you stayed offstage and did exactly what you said you would- you watched Eddie every second. You were like a sponge soaking up every flip of his hair, every deft movement of his fingers as they flew across the frets of his guitar. Every once in a while, his eyes would flick to where you stood, checking to see if you were still there, which of course you were. Each time he saw you, you watched as he shook his head again, or rolled his eyes, or- in one case which almost resulted in you melting into a puddle on the floor- maintaining eye contact as he belted out lyrics to songs he wrote, with a gaze so smoldering it felt as if there were no one in the whole arena but the two of you. With every minute, every note, every song- you felt him spinning a web around you like a spider trapping its prey, and you willingly anticipated the moment he would finally storm off the stage and drink you dry.
And that’s exactly what he did.
The last song ended, and Eddie wasted no time in ripping his guitar from his torso, handing it to a roadie without a second glance and grabbing you by the hand. You didn’t protest as he pulled you into a corner backstage away from any prying eyes. Before you could think a coherent thought besides Wow, I’m wet, Eddie took both your wrists in his strong, ring-dappled hands and slammed them above your head against the wall. His eyes, black with lust and wolfishly hungry, bored into yours as he used the last ounce of restraint to hold himself back long enough to ask the vital question, “Tell me, you want this?”
He bit the words out; growled them into your face as your eyes widened, desire painting your expression a gorgeous shade of pathetic as you nodded desperately. A deep groan sounded from his chest as Eddie pressed his pelvis against yours, and you gasped at how hard he was. “Words, sweetheart, I need you to say it.”
That familiar flare of indignation in your chest mingled with the flames in your core that burned for all he had to give you. Your eyes shifted, screaming rebellion that harmonized with the submission that your body so desperately craved. The corner of your mouth quirked up in a mocking half-smile. “Fuck yes, I want it, what do you think I was bouncing around out there for-”
His lips murmured a “Fucking Christ,” as he cut your sentence short, smashing his needy mouth against your burgeoning smirk. His arms crumbled as he finally felt the release of his skin on yours, caging you in as his forearms collapsed against the wall, hands still closed around your wrists. His biceps flexed, framing your faces as he all but devoured you in a kiss that was so wanting, so possessive- it claimed you. It ruined all kisses that came before it and would ever follow it.
He was ruining you, and you committed the way his whole body covered yours and made you feel both safe and coveted to memory, imprinting it on your mind knowing that you would probably never feel this wanted ever again.
Then, just as soon as he was on you, his touch lifted away.
A needy whine escaped your lips before you could hold it back. Eddie slotted his tattooed hand into the space where your neck met your jawline, thumb caressing your skin as he smiled sweetly down at you- but his eyes were anything but sweet.
“I gotta go back out for the encore. Go take these off-” you melted into his touch as his other hand played with the buckles at the front of your top. His hand at your neck crept back, taking your chin between his thumb and the middle knuckles of his forefinger as if he were scolding a child.
“-and wait in your dressing room.”
Your eyelids were heavy, and you smirked as you opened your mouth to argue-
“And don’t fucking argue with me.”
You bit the reply into your bottom lip- you could save the brattiness for later. Just as Eddie had begun to pull away, his eyes dropped to your teeth on your lip and in half a second he was on you again.
He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue along the soft skin before biting down firm enough to set off your mental alarms yet soft enough that you didn’t feel any pain from it. He pulled away once more, letting your lip go with a little pop.
“Been wanting to do that all night.” Eddie said, his shit-eating grin back in full force as he winked at you and jogged back to the stage. You stayed put for a second, smiling like an idiot as you heard the roar of the crowd, imagining what Eddie must look like while he returned to the stage with lips pink and swollen from his attempt at eating you alive. No one would know why he looked out of breath and a little extra happy… but you would.
You’d never walked as fast in your life as you did in that moment, making a beeline for your dressing room, fingers already beginning to work on the buckles at your sternum.
***
When Eddie opened the door to your dressing room about ten minutes later, the gigantic grin on his face fell instantly when he saw you lounging on the couch in the same clothes you’d been wearing during sound check, sans your oversized skull sweatshirt. Your black shorts and knit tank top still showed plenty of skin, but he had explicitly told you to take off your clothes and wait for him. You were still in the mood to brat out, apparently.
You looked up at him from your phone, smiling sweetly with challenging eyes. “Hi.”
Eddie closed the door behind him, leaning against it as it shut. “Hi.” he mimicked, crossing his inked forearms over his chest. He stared at you silently, expectantly.
You raised an eyebrow, coyly pretending not to know what he was being so pissy about. “What?”
Eddie pushed off the door, walking towards you at a pace that was agonizingly slow. “You know what.”
You huffed haughtily, looking back at your phone and pretending to be more interested in your screen than the man who’d had you panting up against a wall ten minutes ago. “Well that’s a little presumptuous of you, I’m not a mind reader.”
It didn’t take Eddie long to cross the expanse of your tiny dressing room, deftly sliding the phone from your hands and placing it on a low table beside the couch. “Should’ve known you weren’t listening earlier,” Eddie tsked and shook his head in disappointment. “I know you were a little distracted back there, sweetheart, but when I told you to take your clothes off, I meant it.”
You sighed as Eddie stared down at you from where he stood, towering over you as you laid back against the couch cushions. His gaze devoured you piece by piece as it roved over your wide eyes, glossy lips- your shoulders still shining from sweat after giving your all to the stage, your chest as it rose and fell with your quickening breath.
“Well,” you purred, like a cat who knew they were the center of attention and didn’t mind it in the slightest. “You didn’t say not to put on clothes after I took the other ones off…”
As you spoke he leaned forward, placing a knee on the couch between your legs so that your heat was only inches from his thigh. His hands splayed across your rib cage, admiring the stark contrast between his ink-covered hands and your soft, cream-colored shirt. It was thin enough to see… wait, were you-?
Eddie smirked, a breathy laugh escaping through his nose as he pulled the fabric taut, confirming his suspicions that yep, you weren’t wearing a bra.
Oblivious to Eddie’s train of thought, you continued, “...if you wanted me to just wait here for you naked then you should’ve been more specif-”
Rrrrriiiiipp!
Your jaw dropped, cold air hitting your bare breasts without warning as Eddie tore your shirt open. You squealed, your shocked voice jumping up several octaves. “Eddie!” but your eyes told a different story. You were pissed, but the anger you felt was nothing compared to how fucking hot he looked after doing something as dominant and unexpected as ripping your fucking clothes off.
He raised his eyebrows, giving you a moment to push him away in case he had gone too far- but you didn’t. Instead, you narrowed your eyes up at him and crossed your arms over your bare chest, pressing your cleavage together the way you knew would drive him nuts. “That was fucking Gucci!” you pouted.
Eddie laughed, taking your crossed arms and shoving them up above your head over the arm of the couch as he mockingly imitated your high-pitched “‘That was fucking Gucci!’” he lowered himself over you, bringing his face to the hollow of your neck, and you heard him inhale the scent of you from your collarbone to your ear. He wrapped his lips around the underside of your ear and sucked, then bit, savoring your little moan at the sensation. His mouth met your ear as he growled, “Wouldn’t have happened if you’d just done as you were told, instead of being a little fucking brat.”
Eddie pulled back, sitting up on his knee that was still slotted between your legs as he cupped his hands around your naked breasts. He kneaded them, played with you like he was testing out a brand new toy. He addressed you without looking up into your eyes as he continued to paw at your chest. “You gonna be a good girl now and do what I tell you to?”
You raised your eyebrows, amused that he expected your submission so quickly. Smugly, you looked up at him through narrowed eyes, placing your hands behind your head like a pillow and sighed petulantly.
“Fucking bite me.”
His eyes snapped up at you, thick with predatory disbelief at your cheek even when he had you half naked beneath you. He’d been challenged before, sure- but at this point, when he had his woman pinned down and moaning under him, he was usually the undisputed decision-maker during sex. The smile that bloomed across his lips was devilish, almost like there was a beast within him that had been kept safely under lock and key- until you’d said that.
Eddie was on you, grabbing one breast and enveloping the nipple in a harsh suck of his lips, biting down on the little nub hard. You gasped, the sound a lewd, sharp moan that brought out a laugh in him so nefarious it gave you chills. He looked up at you with eyes alight with amusement and feral need that shook you to your core.
“Oh, baby-” he laughed, crawling up until his face hovered over yours. “-I’m gonna have some fucking fun with you.”
Taking your face in his hands, Eddie Munson kissed you like it was what he had been put on God’s green earth to do. His lips moved against yours with a beautiful mix of urgency and devotion, like you could just tell that right here, right now, there was nothing else he cared about except making sure you knew exactly how badly he wanted- needed- to make you his. He slowly lowered the rest of his body until his pelvis was flat against yours, grinding into your clothed heat and exploiting the chink in your brat armor that was the his fucking size.
You bucked your hips up into him, craving friction as you moaned into his mouth. Eddie chuckled, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “What’s the matter baby, you need something?”
You pouted against him, moving a hand to reach between the two of you and palm him through his jeans, but he knocked your hand out of the way, continuing to dry hump you to insanity. You whined as he bit your pouting lip, sucking it into his mouth before his tongue slipped into yours. It explored you, tasting you as your tongue happily let him in. You felt his hand creep down your torso, giving your abused, bitten tit a little squeeze before traveling further down to the button of your shorts.
He undid the button with ease before you registered that he was taking off your clothes after he had denied you access to do the same to him. “Hey,” you panted, reaching for him, “you first, that’s not fair. I’m nearly naked and you haven’t even taken off your shirt.”
Eddie chuckled, tilting his head to the side as he feigned confusion. “Fair?” he asked, “Since when did you want to play fair?” He reached back down to your shorts, button already undone, and gently pulled down the zipper. “You were the one out there- as you said- ‘bouncing around’-” His hands raked up your thighs until they reached the hem of your shorts and slowly tugged them down as you lifted your hips slightly so he could remove them smoothly. Eddie smirked; NOW she does what I want her to do. “-knowing full well I couldn’t do a damn thing about it… and that fucking wink-” His eyes rolled back in his head just imagining it. He groaned as he pulled your shorts from your feet and discarded them on the floor. “-what the fuck was that, huh? Trying to get a rise out of me, baby?”
You giggled, bubbly laughter floating into a breathy sigh as Eddie’s finger traced the line of your slit through your panties. “Hmmmmm, like it when you call me baby.” you hummed.
He raised an eyebrow, “Oh you do?” His finger traveled up over the fabric, and he chuckled when you bucked up into his touch as the pad of his finger passed over your clit. That finger slipped under the elastic waistband of your panties, pulling it upwards off your skin as far as it could stretch. “You’re entirely too happy right now,” he stated, matter-of-factly. He let go of the elastic, making you jump with a breathy whimper as it hit your skin with a soft sting. “I’m switching back to sweetheart.”
You whined and he laughed as he continued to play with the elastic on your panties. He stared at them, entranced, before a wolfish grin took up residence on his face. “You like these?” he asked, and you knew where this was going right away.
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief. “How kind of you to ask this time.”
The grin grew, and he took the crotch of your panties into his fist, grabbing the fabric above it with his other hand to do the same. You ground your hips against his knuckles as they brushed your pussy, already soaked and eager for any friction you could get. “Yeah, you know what,” he voiced, as if he were simply thinking out loud. “I don’t really care if you like them or not.”
And with that, another article of clothing was ripped to shreds by Eddie Munson and his stupid, tattooed, ring-covered, sexy-as-fuck hands.
This time you couldn’t even be offended; you were just fucking feral at this point. While he was still distracted by your panties, you quickly shoved yourself up to a kneeling position, startling him enough that he moaned into the fervent kiss that crashed into his mouth. The two of you knelt on the couch cushions, hands grabbing at fabric desperately in a quest to make your skin connect at every square inch you had. Eddie allowed you to pull his shirt over his head, and the shallow breath you had left was instantly knocked from your lungs when you took in the ink that decorated his torso. Some tattoos were old and faded almost blue, while others looked newer- song lyrics, mythical creatures, hellish images adorned his skin like a tapestry that belonged in a museum- but it was here, under your hands. All for you. You couldn’t hold yourself back from bending down a little lower, sliding your tongue up his sternum over the masterpieces scarred into his skin and licking a long, broad stripe from his chest until you reached the tip of his chin. You felt him shiver, arms tightening around you after shoving the remains of your tank top over your shoulders. You started to push him back, planning to open his pants and show him what else you could do with your tongue- but Eddie wasn’t about to let you be on top after the way you’d been acting all night.
“Mm-mm, nope.” he mumbled, stepping off the couch.
“I’m just trying to suck your cock, baby. Please?” You looked up at him with your best puppy-dog eyes, widening your legs as you knelt on the couch facing him, squishing your boobs together in that way that usually got you exactly what you wanted. For some reason, Eddie was immune.
He placed his hand along your neck, thumb and forefinger squeezing just enough for him to feel your pulse. The way your eyes widened, looking up at him the same way you had when he’d shoved you up against a wall earlier- it brought a satisfied hum out of Eddie, and he loved the way he could feel your heartbeat quicken slightly. There was no hiding what you felt when his hand was wrapped around your throat.
“You like calling me baby, sweetheart?”
You gulped. He felt it, of course, and he had to hold back a laugh- you looked so cute like this. Made him want to break you just to see what you’d be like when he picked up the pieces.
Your eyes were blown wide, like a hunted fox with nowhere to run. “Is that okay? Can I call you baby?”
His face crumpled- god, you were adorable. Eddie smiled sympathetically, “Oh you can call me whatever you want, sweetheart-” His thumb moved up to your bottom lip, stroking gently before working it into your mouth; he groaned, head thrown back when he felt your soft, wet tongue swirl around his digit and coat it with your spit.
“-don’t care what you’re calling me as long as you know I own your ass tonight.”
And then you moaned- oh, you fucking moaned his name around his finger in your mouth, and his cock twitched at the way it sounded. He wanted to record that, play it on loop, put it in a fucking song, hell- anything for him to be able to listen to it again and again and again. He wanted everyone to hear it, to know it was his name on your fucking tongue.
His thumb ripped from your mouth, replaced by his middle and ring finger, delving surprisingly deep into your mouth as you gagged around them. Your tongue quickly resumed its previous motions, lapping at his thick fingers and sliding over, under, around, between them. You reveled in the taste of metal as you tongued his silver rings. You gasped when he removed his fingers before, without warning, he slid them into your weeping pussy.
Your expression was beautifully obscene, eyes wide with surprise while your mouth- glistening with spit from his fingers leaving in a rush- fallen open in a silent scream. Eddie thrust his fingers up and into you repeatedly, forcing you open wider and wider with the rapid motion.
“Actually, I changed my mind,” Eddie grit into your ear, “I don’t wanna hear anything but my goddamn name leave that pretty ‘lil mouth until I’m done with you, aright?”
You were moaning, but evidently that was still not enough to deter you from being your snarky self. “Well that’s unrealistic, I’ll probably say more than just tha- ah! Oh fuck-!”
Eddie’s pace was relentless, fingers ripping through you with a vengeance as he muttered “Bratty little slut-” spearing you over and over as you sped toward the white-hot precipice that wasn’t quite release, but certainly what Eddie intended to pull out of you.
You moaned as what felt like a dam within you suddenly gave way, flooding your inner thighs, Eddie’s hand, and the couch beneath you. Eddie smiled wide, the muscles in his arm screaming pointlessly- he wasn’t going to stop until you’d given him every last drop there was to give.
“-yeah, not so bratty when you’re squirting all over my hand, are you baby? What, are you trying to say something? Spit it out, popstar-”
The noises tumbling from your lips were anything but coherent, Eddie knew that. He just kept grinning like a kid in a candy store as you babbled sounds that might have been his name, might have been a prayer, might have just been yes, yes, yes, Eddie, god yes!
Whatever it was, it was music to his ears.
Eddie looped his arms under your knees, pulling you into a sitting position with your legs wide open. Dropping to his knees, he stared at your spread pussy, glistening with the slick he’d just wrestled from you. His hands, wet with all you’d given him, grasped your thighs firmly but gently as he looked up into your eyes. It might have been the post-orgasmic haze you were experiencing, but for a second, Eddie looked at you with nothing in his eyes but care and admiration. His gaze shone like sunlight as he looked up at you, your stomach creasing from the crunch position he'd placed you in, your breasts rising and falling with each breath- the way he stared at you made you feel like an angel.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” he whispered, hands squeezing your thighs affectionately. Before you could even react, his tongue was on you, lapping away at your soaked pussy. You mewled, head thrown back and spine arching as unraveled you from the inside out. He traced endless intricate shapes over your clit, your lips, your hole- thoughts flew from your brain as you let his mouth drive you fucking wild. His ministrations slowed at one point, causing you to open your eyes- you couldn’t even remember when you’d closed them- and look up at Eddie.
Upon looking up, you were blessed with the sight of Eddie Munson, close-cut beard soaked with your slick, shirtless, pantsless, and currently pulling off his black boxers to reveal a cock that made you salivate on sight.
You let your brattiness fly out the window- there would be time for more of it later, but right now you needed that cock in one of your holes and you didn’t quite care which one.
Eddie stroked himself leisurely, eyes boring down into yours the whole time. “Tell me what you want, babygirl.”
You spread your legs open wider for him. “Please.” you whined.
Eddie shook his head, disappointed, sinking to his knees again. “See, this is what I knew would happen,” he murmured, sliding a finger around your clit at a torturously slow pace. “I can’t believe you got fucked stupid already and I didn’t even have to use my cock, those were just my fingers, baby.” From the slick sounds you heard from below your line of sight, you knew that he was jerking himself off as he played with your pussy. It was enough to pull a desperate moan from your throat. He licked one flat, wet stripe from your opening to your clit before murmuring against you, “Can’t even use your words and tell me what you want, sweet girl’s been fucked too dumb to make decisions, is that right?”
You found yourself nodding ‘yes’, the dirty words flying out of his mouth in rapid succession throwing your brain into overdrive. He was right; you barely had the brain capacity to think right now, much less match his attitude with snark. All you could do was stare up at him with wide eyes, waiting for whatever he planned on doing next.
Eddie clicked his tongue, tilting his head as he looked at you pityingly. “That’s right, don’t worry baby I’ll just make all the decisions now, okay?” He rose, leaning over you as he placed a knee to your side and stroked himself, lining up his fully hard cock at your entrance. Your heartbeat quickened, excitement and anticipation building now that you knew his cock would be inside you soon. You mewled as his tip stroked your slit, up and down and up and down again… and stopping at your hole, hovering outside you.
You looked up at him desperately, only to breathe in sharply upon seeing his devilish grin paired with coal-black lust-blown eyes.
“Beg for it.”
You sighed so heavy it became a sob, frustrated and scrunching up your face like you were ready to throw a tantrum.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you whined.
“There she is.” he murmured.
If looks could kill, your glare would have sent Eddie Munson to his deathbed. He matched it with a condescending smile that spoke volumes of the power trip he was on right now. Leaning in slightly closer, he repeated himself. “Beg, sweetheart.”
You narrowed your eyes. “No.”
Eddie shrugged, backing up just enough for his cock to leave your skin- you knew it was over from there.
“Wait!” you cried, eyebrows drawing together desperately under his cocksure gaze. Christ you didn’t want to beg, but you might not have a choice. Eddie waited patiently, stroking his cock absentmindedly as he watched you squirm below him.
You looked up at him, giving him your best ‘fuck me’ eyes. “Please fuck me Eddie.” Your voice was honey sweet, soft and submissive.
Eddie crouched down, sticking a finger in his mouth before he used it to play with your pussy, stroking circles around your clit and pumping it slowly in and out of you. “Aww, baby…” he crooned before narrowing his eyes. “-we both know you can do better than that.”
You groaned, back arching as your hands fisted frustratingly into the cushions. “Eddie, pleaaasse-”
“Try harder, sweetheart.”
“Fuck, Eddie you fucking prick, just fucking fuck me, please, I need your cock-”
Eddie smiled- that was good enough for him. “‘Atta girl.” he groaned deeply as he pushed his cock into your waiting hole, your thankful moan mingling with his.
His dick was perfect, filling you deliciously and long enough to just hit that spot beneath your clit that made your nerves go berserk. You didn’t realize how loud your moaning was until Eddie shut you up by covering your mouth with his own, swallowing down every sound you made and repaying you with noises of his own.
“God, baby- so fuckin’ tight-”
You moaned, squeezing him as his cock speared you again and again. You were so built up between your squirting earlier and Eddie’s talented tongue- you were already getting close.
As if he could read your mind, Eddie grunted out as he continued thrusting into you, “I’m nearly there already, baby, you gonna cum with me?”
You whined, nodding ‘yes’ as he pacified your mewling with his thumb. You lapped at it lewdly, covering him with a thick layer of your spit before releasing it with a pop. Eddie brought it down to your clit, working gentle circles around your bundle of nerves as his thrusting picked up the pace. You squirmed under him, chasing your release as you listened to the filth that poured from his mouth while he fucked the living shit out of you.
“Jesus, fuck, so tight- my sweet girl, gonna fucking ruin you. Gonna make you come undone on my cock, just a fucking mess, gonna cum so hard on my cock-”
That last thing he said seemed to jerk him back into reality- his eyes grew wide, snapped out of his high as he looked down at you. “Shit, I don’t have a condom…baby, I’m so sorry, shit, where should I-”
You reached down, raking your nails softly over his hips. “I’m on birth control.” you said, smiling calmly. You kicked yourself for being so eager; normally you would still insist on a condom even with your implant, but Eddie just did something to you. “You haven’t been fucking any random groupies, have you?”
Eddie huffed, his laughter strained by his fast-approaching orgasm. “You’re the first in a while, angel. Last I checked I was clean, but I can still pull out if you-”
“Inside.” you whispered, grasping his ass and pulling him deeper into you. “I trust you, Eddie, I want you to fill me.”
His movements stuttered, big brown eyes wide and watching you like you were a miracle unfolding underneath him. He was still for half a second before his thumb resumed its movements over your clit as he thrusted faster, harder than before.
“Oh fuck, you want me to fill you baby? You want my fucking cum?”
His cock speared into you as deep as it could go, Eddie’s attention to your clit driving you over the edge with relentless speed. “Yes, I want it Eddie, fuck, I’m gonna-”
“Fucking take it baby, cum on that cock.”
Eddie groaned as you clamped down on him, his seed spilling inside of you while your pussy fluttered around him. You arched your back until your face was pressed into the cushions behind you, muffling your whimpering voice as you moaned his name.
A few moments passed, the air thick with the sound of heavy breathing and the smell of sex, before Eddie slowly pulled out of your wet heat. You laid there for a moment before you felt Eddie clean his sticky spend from your thighs and ass using a tissue.
“Normally,” he said gently, “I would use a warm washcloth to do this, but we have limited options.”
You sat up as he finished, smiling up at him playfully. “That sounds nice,” you said, “maybe I shouldn’t have listened to you earlier, made you wait until you couldn’t take it anymore and just whisked me off to your place.”
Eddie sat down beside you, pulling you into his lap. He looked up at you with nothing but content sweetness in his eyes, any trace of the feral dominance from earlier gone for now. “I mean, we can still do that.”
You beamed, “Really?”
Eddie scoffed, tugging you closer. “What do you mean, ‘really’? You think I need to be desperately horny to want you in my bed?”
You felt your cheeks heat up at the mention of his bed. “I don’t know… I guess I didn’t know if you wanted this to just be a one time thing, or…” You trailed off, unsure of what Eddie’s expectations had been for what happened after.
Eddie’s eyebrows drew together, confused. “Sweetheart,” he said, his finger tracing circles on your thigh affectionately. “We can hash out details whenever you’re comfortable… but tonight? I would count myself a very lucky man if you came home with me tonight.” He touched his forehead to yours, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. “Okay?” he asked.
You looked down, suddenly shy upon hearing his honey-sweet words. You gave him a quick peck on the lips before looking him in his big brown eyes. “Okay.” you whispered.
Your eyes stayed connected, melting you until your lips met his again, kissing him sweetly as his hands worked their way to your ass, squeezing as he sighed into your kiss.
“Alright,” he grunted, playfully slapping your thigh as a signal to stand up. “Let’s get you dressed.”
You giggled. “In what? You ripped up all my clothes!” you held up the shredded panties, shaking your head in disbelief.
Eddie shrugged, stepping into his boxers. “I didn’t rip up all of them, don’t be so dramatic.” He picked up your shorts, tossing them to you. “Just go commando with the shorts and wear your sweatshirt, no one will know.”
You sighed, stepping over your torn Gucci tank top and retrieving your bra from where it sat neatly folded in a chair. Eddie looked over his shoulder at you as you began to put it on and gasped.
“You did have a bra!”
You smirked, reaching behind your back for the clasp. “Yeah… I wanted to see your face when I wasn’t wearing one.”
Eddie shook his head, smiling like an idiot as he buckled his jeans. “Unbelievable.” he chided, “Was it worth it?”
You tugged your sweatshirt over the bra, taking a few steps in Eddie’s direction until you were close enough to snake your hand around to the back of his neck and pull him down for one more kiss. When you pulled away, Eddie looked down at you entranced, blinking rapidly as if emerging from a dream. He could only describe the feeling in his chest as complete and utter euphoria.
You grinned up at him, eyes alight with adrenaline that still lingered from your performance onstage and absolute infatuation with the man before you.
“So worth it.”
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Rockstar!Eddie x reader x Popstar!Chrissy?
Little reader just throwing away her cash to go concerts and managing to score both of her celebrity crushes 😍
NOOOOO THIS IS SO....CUTE.....
scoring the only backstage pass for the concert you thought would only exist in your dreams--a collaboration between the wildly popular popstar chrissy cunningham, and the grungy metal man eddie munson and his band. people have been talking about it for months leading up to it, and you had ended up winning the ticket by pure luck in a lottery draw at your work, like the fates themselves have smiled down on you.
chrissy is the country's resident sweetheart--her songs are upbeat and cute, her getups are all pastels and soft sweaters and skirts in a style that's imitated by fans all across the world, and she's well known for being soft-spoken and sweet in her interviews and at fan meetups. and on the other side of the coin, there's eddie munson; a little older than her, long hair and covered in tattoos, and an absolute icon for any fan of the metal genre in this age. he's most well known for the rare interviews he's asked to do, where he's surprisingly well-spoken and even flirtatious towards his interviewers, a fact that has even the most mild and god-fearing housewife blush. the 90s have been dominated by these two, and though they couldn't be more different, there's a whole host of rumours that have swept around for years about how they're friends in real life--some people even think they're secretly dating, but it's all speculation. they've spoken but a few words about each other in passing, but people will run with what they will.
but now it's your turn to see them live. you haven't got the money to see them normally, and you hate to even think of going to one of their concerts without going to the other, as if it would offend one of them to not have your presence there. you know it's beyond delusional to think it would even matter, but you can dream--and now you don't have to pick, since you'll get to see them both! and the concert is indeed what you've always dreamed it would be. chrissy's portion is full of cheering and singing and her adorable little skipping around stage and dances as she performs her top hits, her glittery makeup catching the light as she thanks her fans for supporting her in between the sets! and when it comes time for corroded coffin to shine, the lights dim as the night drags on and a mosh pit forms as eddie blasts out each song with vigor and absolutely shreds it on his guitar, his sweetheart, that he's reportedly had since long before he ever became a household name. both halves of the concert draw tears to your eyes at one point or another as you watch your idols perform before your very eyes, so by the time the music draws to a close and you depart to the designated meeting place where you can flash your coveted backstage pass, you're sweaty and trembling with nerves as you try to fix yourself up while a couple security members guide you into the back area.
and when you get there, oh, your anxiety skyrockets. thankfully it's a lot quieter, you're led into an area where the crew are sparse and the sound is much more muffled than outside--and standing there, chatting excitedly to each other like they're best friends, are your idols.
chrissy's still covered in glitter and smelling of flowery hairspray, standing by eddie who's leaning with his arm on the wall and his guitar still slung around his shoulders. it isn't until the lead security members speaks up that they take notice to you, and their scrutinous eyes are drawn to your shaky figure--and you nearly crumble right there at having them look at you, both of them looking right at you, and you wonder briefly if you're going to pass out and make an absolute fool of yourself here and now. you try to say "hi", but you're not sure if the word even comes out, you can't even hear yourself in that moment as you stutter out your name right behind it. but the two of them repeat it, and chrissy comments on how cute that name is--and then you've got her cool, soft hands on yours, and you're being pulled away from their security and right in the middle of their conversation.
"you're our special guest, huh?" eddie teases, his hand coming down so he take his guitar off and hand it to one of his other band members passing by--but instead of crossing it over his chest or leaning on the wall again, he lays it around your shoulders and absolutely wipes your mind of all thought, because oh my god eddie munson is touching you.
"you stayed for both concerts, didn't you? you're so sweet!" chrissy giggles, and you almost want to ask why you wouldn't, because you can't imagine not wanting to see the two of them--but you're quickly reminded that not everyone is as whipped and obsessed with their individual music as you are, and you just mumble a shy "thank you" as you fidget with your fingers. the attention is almost too much, you almost feel bad for taking up their precious time--at least you would be, if it didn't feel so good. but eddie rubs your arm absentmindedly and leans into you with that scent of cigarettes and musk overwhelming you, and you're sure that feels even better, especially when the curls of his hair are so close they tickle your cheek. and when chrissy releases your hands from her grasp, you notice they're covered in her sparkly glitter--and you have the disgusting thought that you never want to wash them again.
"I-I loved your show...I've heard all your songs, I-I have them all on cassette-" you ramble anxiously, chrissy's bright eyes focused so politely on you as she listens patiently to every word you struggle to get out, and an even bigger smile flickering across her face when you mention your collection.
"aw, do I sense some favouritism?" eddie whispers into your ear, and your brain short-circuits at the sheer ecstasy of his warm breath puffing against your skin, and the low rumble of his voice as he chuckles--but you're quick to pipe up with "y-you too! i have all your albums!" and the two of them seem so entertained with your devotion that they don't even notice the director of security calling their names, until he comes up and taps chrissy's shoulder.
"meetup time is over, we need to move along." he says coldly, and motions for you to come away and head back out into the crowd. those five minutes felt like seconds, and your mood immediately downturns at the idea of it ending, especially since the crew seem eager for you to leave so they can pack up without a fan in the way. but at least you got a moment with them, and you know you'll never forget it, even if they forget you in a matter of minutes.
"what? that wasn't even ten minutes!" chrissy replies with a hint of what sound like it just might be annoyance, and you could faint at the thought, even if you're just imagining it. "we're not in a rush, are we, eddie?" she turns her head back to you and eddie shakes his slowly, but the director nonetheless sidles past her to take your arm and lead you out--until eddie glares him down, and swats his hand away from you with the one he doesn't have around your shoulders.
"take a hint." his scowl shifts into a grin, though, when he turns his gaze down to meet your starry-eyed one as you look back at him--and with confidence you can't even imagine having, he boops you on the nose with a ringed finger, before leaning in close to your cheek to whisper "you wanna join us in the tour bus, angel?"
you aren't even sure what happens after that, what you say or do or if the sounds that make their way out of your mouth are in any way intelligible. but you do know that eddie definitely breaks away from you to shoo the security guards away, and chrissy takes his place to sidle up next to you and hook your arms together to take you out the back, her perfume breezing the thoughts from your mind as she giggles and asks if you want to get food with them--it's not just a meetup if you're a friend, right? so why don't you just eat as friends instead?
and little do you know that that title, "friends", isn't gonna last long at all. but not for the reason you think, not because you'll go back to just being a fan again--but because chrissy and eddie want something much, much more than just to be friends.
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Y/N L/N’s voice was a constant in Eddie’s house with his daughter, Isla, being a huge fan. He most likely listened to Y/N’s album more than the singer herself had. And as soon as Y/N L/N had announced her tour Isla had been begging for tickets. And one thing about Eddie is that he would do anything for his little girl, so he patiently waited for when the tickets would go on sale. And when they did, he was busy. Of course.
Eddie, even though he has been out of the limelight for a decade now, he never stopped working in the industry. He now was a producer, and god he loved it, he may have loved it even more than being a recording artist.
So of course he was working with one of his favourite clients, finishing a song they had been working on for a while now. Working past their set hours of today.
He had only learned he missed the tickets, completely forgetting it was today, when Isla comes barrelling down the stairs of their New York penthouse.
“Dad! Tickets were today! Did you get us some?” Isla said, hastily, clearing having been waiting hours for her Dad to get home.
Eddie on the other hand can’t believe he forgot, it’s just been the only thing Isla had been talking about for the last few weeks. He felt awful, he never wanted to disappoint her. So he lied.
“Of course I did, Sweetie!” What else was he supposed to do? When Isla jumped into his arms in joy, he almost didn’t even feel guilty. Almost, because now he had to think of a way to get himself out of this.
“Oh, my god! Thank you, Daddy! I have to go tell Jenna!”
As soon as Isla was out of Eddie’s sight, his slime slipped right off his face. He had to jump right into action. Being in the industry helped, but being a legend to the industry helped more. Eddie emailed his team, to try their best to get tickets, spare the cost. When they all came back empty handed, he went onto his next order of business, getting in contact with the woman herself. Now he couldn’t exactly get into contact with her directly, he messaged her team. Which in his opinion was close enough.
Y/N’s team had responded first thing the next morning, sharing a more than enthusiastic response, saying he and his daughter could even have backstage passes. At that Eddie couldn’t wait to tell Isla, not only would she be going to Y/N’s concert, that would also get to meet her idol.
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Today was the long awaited day, the day of Y/N’s concert. It wasn’t only Eddie and Isla that were excited for tonight's show, Y/N’s team had told her today that Eddie Munson, a rock legend, and his daughter would be attending her show. Y/N always gets nervous before shows, but knowing that Eddie Munson would be in the crowd and that she would be meeting him after the show, caused an unforeseen amount of worry to form in Y/N’s stomach.
But as usual all the nervousness and worrying thoughts left as soon as she played the first note of ‘emails i can’t send’ as the concert began.
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Eddie did not expect to enjoy the concert that much, the music itself wasn’t exactly his style, but it was the presence that Y/N had on stage that captivated him. And it was at this point Eddie realised he had never seen a picture of Y/N before, and god was she gorgeous. She had this beauty that ran deeper than just her looks, her smile redacted warmth and her kindness shown through when she talked to the crowd.
Eddie naturally felt awkward about his attraction towards her, she was easily 20 years younger than him, his son had a better shot than he did. But that sure as hell didn’t stop the thoughts that came into mind when Y/N sang her more explicit lyrics.
And with Eddie’s new found attraction towards Y/N, it only made him nervous for their meeting after the show.
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Eddie and Isla were currently walking down the hallway they were directed to, with Isla leading the way. And when Y/N came into their view standing at the snack table, drinking a bottle of water, Isla ran up to Y/N not being able to contain her excitement. Eddie in the meantime, having a reaction to seeing Y/N of his own. Eddie froze, his breath caught in his throat.
“Hi! Oh god, I can’t believe I’m meeting you! Can I have a hug?”
“Of course, sweetie. You’re Isla right?” Y/N said, pulling Isla into a tight hug.
“Yes. I can’t believe you know my name.” As Isla was having an existential crisis, Eddie spoke up, finally having the courage.
“Hi, I’m Eddie. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Yes, you too! My parents love your music.”
“Oh, that aged me.” Eddie joked back, with no real offence in his voice. Though he did place a hand on his heart to seal the deal.
“No! Please, you’re not that old. You’re what 35- 40” Y/N said, looking into Eddie’s eyes, her cheeks spread in a wide smile.
“Now I know you’re kidding.”
“No, really I’m not. How old are you?”
“46.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
While the two had their little back and forth, Isla recovered from her crisis, and watched the two adults that were clearly both into each other. So of course in true Isla fashion, she did everything she could to make her idol, a possible new step-mom.
“He’s single too.” Isla blurted out, she’s never been good with filters.
“Isla-”
“Is he?”
“Oh- I- I’m not- you’re not-” Eddie stutters, not knowing exactly how to respond to that.
“Well, I’m staying in New York for a couple weeks, you could call me?” Y/N says, having no idea where this new found confidence of hers is coming from. But nonetheless runs with it, grabbing a napkin from the snack table the trio was standing by and writing for number on it before handing it to Eddie.
“Um, I have to now. It was so lovely meeting you Isla, and it was great meeting you Eddie..”
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Another Hollywood Age Gap Couple?
written by Glamour Team
eddie edit credit to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple
Eddie Munson (46) and Y/N L/N (25) reportedly seen at a New York restaurant, Munson frequents, on what seems to be a date.
Many fans at L/N's closing night report that Munson and his daughter, Isla (14), were seen in the audience. And later after the show, were seen going backstage.
Now with all the logistics out of the way. Our opinion on the couple, with Munon 21 years her senior, we can’t help but worry for Y/N.
L/N has talked about Munson previously, in 2018, saying she grew up with his music around the house; with L/N’s father being a big fan of his. Speaking of, with L/N’s father only 52 years old, there only being 6 years between Papa L/N and his possible new son-in-law.
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steph
@/I_Said_SpeakNow
Sooo.... Y/N's going through her Dear John era???
Hannah @/CinnamonGirl_hannah
replying to @/I_Said_SpeakNow
no! Eddie's good, he's like a really good dad!
jen @/Y/N_ismyQueen
replying to @/CinnamonGirl_hannah
he's like... 46... he could be her dad. it's weird..
liv @/iknowplaces
replying to @/I_Said_SpeakNow
all i know is we're gonna get a dilf anthem
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emails_imglad_shedidntsend
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emails_imglad_shedidntsend: our queen Y/N was spotted with literal rock legend Eddie Munson. I assume they met when Eddie brought his daughter Isla to closing night in NY
DressedlikeAdaydream: who is this man? and what is he doing with my wife?
Y/N_ismywife: your wife? 🤨
Jenna_03: daughter? dilf alert 🚨
Lana_isLife: how old is his daughter??
carmen.13: she's 14 but his son is 20
Lana_isLife: 20? she's only 5 years older than her possible step-son??
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brittany
@/brooklynbaby_89
the way he's looking at her? he's good. i can tell.
Lia @/SueMe_Y/N
replying to @/brooklynbaby_89
if you go back and watch interviews of eddie from like late 90s and 00s their humour matches so well
Jayden @/mikesmicfan
replying to @/SueMe_Y/N
what doesn't match is that age gap
Syd @/boy_genius_mywifes
replying to @/brooklynbaby_89
i need the dilf anthem. i need the stacys mom reboot. i need them.
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warnings: suggestive (no smut)
Eddie hadn’t gotten a girl’s number like that in years. On a napkin? God, were they in high school? And worst of all, he has no idea how to do things nowadays. He shouldn’t call that night, he would look too eager; but he couldn’t wait, he was eager. Y/N was the only thing running through his mind.
And he couldn’t believe he did it in front of Isla. He had worked hard for years to keep her and Leo far out of his dating life. He was sure that in their mind, Eddie had been out of the game for 10 years. That was probably why Isla felt her father needed her help in finding a girlfriend.
Eddie had about enough of his mind running around, thinking of excuses to get him out of calling, he had done it all last night. And it was now the next morning after meeting Y/N. He decided to text her. Should he call? She said to call. No. He is not overthinking. He is just texting her.
Eddie
Hey. It’s Eddie.
Y/N
Hey!
I’m glad you texted
I was worried you forgot about me
Eddie
Please, I could never forget you sweetheart.
Y/N
I’m going to be NY for a week
I have a break in tour so maybe we could meet up
Eddie
I would really like that. Are you free tonight?
Y/N
Yes! I’ll see you tonight?
Eddie
Yeah, just send me where you're staying. I’ll pick you up at 7:00.
Y/N
I’m looking forward to it
After that sent her address, and Eddie after staring at his phone in disbelief. Walked downstairs to start making breakfast for himself and Isla. On the outside, he looked cool, calm, and collected, but on the outside he felt like a damn 12 year old girl.
Y/N on the other hand, had no reason to hide her emotions. After her text conversation with Eddie, she put on one of Taylor Swift’s happiest and youthful love songs to dance around to. After her impromptu dance break, calling her friends to scream at, and also to have help picking out what to wear when she meets Eddie later.
“How old is Eddie Munson?” her best friend, Joey, mumbled as Y/N could hear some keyboard clips.
“Don’t look him up, Jo”
“46! Y/N as your best friend I need to make sure this guy is not a creep!”
“I know the age gap is a lot, but I don’t know how to explain it, we clicked.”
“Okay. I’m going to support you, I trust your judgement more than anyone. But as soon as I hear one bad thing-”
“I know. How about this?” Y/N held a black, pleated, mini skirt up to her body for her friend to on their facetime call.
“Oh! Yes! Then with your dark red corset- bodice top thing.”
“Okay, then what jacket?”
“A small one, so he can give you his.”
“Of course, so this good?” Y/N said, showing a black crochet shrug.
“Perfect. Okay, I have to go now. Love you, turn on your location so I know you're okay.”
“Okay, I will. Love you too!”
After Y/N hung up, and had her outfit picked, she decided to get ready. She had 6 hours, but a lot to do.
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Eddie was on his way to pick up Y/N. Isla was at a friend's house, and he had their whole night planned. Coming up to where Y/N was staying, he had been nervous the whole drive. But when he rang her doorbell, and Y/N answered it was like all that was wrong in his world, melted away. She was gorgeous, as always, but knowing that she was dressed up and got ready to go out with him made it a million times better.
“Hi.”
“Hi, Eddie.” Y/N said, with a smile that took up her whole face. They began walking to his car, a black Mercedes, with Eddie opening the door for Y/N to get in.
“You’re such a gentleman.”
“A woman as beautiful as you deserves a lot more.” Eddie said, closing the door and rounding the car to his side. He started driving. Where? Y/N had no clue.
“So, where are you taking me?”
“For our first stop, dinner.”
“First stop? What are we doing after?”
“That you have to wait for.”
“I don’t like waiting. I’m very impatient, and I also don’t like surprises. So it’s not looking like a good start for you.”
“I’m sure I can make up for it.”
When they got to the restaurant, Eddie again opened Y/N’s door, his hand gently grabbing hers out to help her out of the car. Their fingers laced together as they walked to the front door of the restaurant. The restaurant itself wasn’t super trendy where a lot of celebrities hung out, but Eddie did frequent it quite often with clients or friends, so there were a couple paparazzi’s outside. Luckily the camera flashes stopped when they were placed at a table near the back.
By the time the food came, any awkwardness that there was between the two was long gone. Talking about yourselves, and Eddie’s kids. You both just felt comfortable with each other.
“I was an actress early in my career, I was on disney channel.”
“Yes, Isla watched you on.. What was it? World- Girl Meets World”
“Yeah, Isla is very sweet. I loved meeting her. You guys seem close.” Y/N says, reaching for her glass of white wine.
“She loved meeting you too. You’re one of her favourite people, you and Taylor Swift.”
“That’s something me and her can bond over then.”
“Are we all done here? Do you want dessert/ Or just the check?”
“No, just the check please.” Eddie responded to the waitress.
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“So, where to now?”
“You were right, you are very impatient.”
“I just like knowing the plan. So, what's your favourite movie?”
“Why?”
“Well, this is so going well. I've decided that I will plan our next date.”
“Oh, you’ve decided.”
“Yes, and I’m not going to torture you, by not telling you plan.”
“Oh, thank you” Eddie says, looking over at Y/N briefly, seeing the proud look on her face, making him smile as he looks back towards the road.
“We will be doing a movie marathon, and I thought it would be so kind of me to include some of your favourites. So what are they?”
“Um.. Well I guess Back to the Future is a good one, Labyrinth is great.” Eddie trails of, looking towards Y/N, seeing her looking at him with a huge smile taking up the whole bottom of her face. “What?” Eddie asks, waiting to be in on the joke, and know what Y/N is finding so funny.
“It’s just.. Those are such old man answers!”
“Hey!”
“No! I have kept that back all night. You should be happy that I didn’t say it earlier, and I find it cute.” That makes Eddie feel way better and less self-conscious about his age.
“What did I do before?”
“Well… For one, how you text.”
“How do I text old?”
“You use full punctuation.”
“.. What else?”
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They finally got to their second location. The grocery store.
“If I knew you were going to be running your errands I would have brought my grocery list.” Y/N says while using Eddie’s hand to help herself out of the car. Grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together as they walked to the glass sliding doors.
“We are not going grocery shopping, we are getting ingredients to make cookies for dessert.” The older man said, leaning down slightly to talk into Y/N’s ear. Y/N loved the idea, it sounded so cute. Baking cookies together on their first date.
They grabbed a basket, grabbing what they would need, Y/N only getting recognized once. And when they were done, Eddie drove them back to his place.
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Eddie’s penthouse was gorgeous, much larger than Y/N’s. His kitchen being twice the size of her own, and looking well loved. Imagining Eddie cooking for himself and Isla here brought butterflies to her stomach, hoping one day she could join in.
They went on with baking cookies, and listening to music, music Eddie would call his childhood favourites, and what Y/N would call oldies. But they found common ground on their music taste, turns out what Eddie had grown listening to with his uncle Wayne was music Y/N loved too.
With ‘Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic’ playing Y/N insists on dancing. Pulling at Eddie’s hand while he’s cleaning the counter.
“Dance with me.”
“I’m really not a dancer.”
“I won’t judge. I just want to dance with you.” And when she looks at him like that, how is Eddie ever supposed to say ‘no’ to her again in his life? So of course he says ‘yes’. Beginning to dance with Y/N, while they both fall in love with each other.
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After Eddie puts their cookies in the oven, he begins to walk over to the couch where Y/N is sitting.
“Now, I know you’re planning our second date as a movie night, but I had already planned to ask you to pick a movie for us to watch.”
“I guess I can forgive you for clearly stealing my idea, because I love movies.”
“Thank you.”
Y/N had picked a movie, but shortly into watching, their travelling hands quickly got to work. Long ago distracting them from the chosen entertainment.
Their lips pressed together, moving together. Eddie’s tongue licking Y/N’s bottom lip, asking for access, her quickly allowing his tongue full rein. Her hands find their home in his long curls. His hands feeling up from her thighs, to her ass, to her waist, until finally he keeps them planted in one spot on her ass. Lifting slightly to aid in Y/N’s journey to move herself to sit on his lap.
Y/N begins to kiss down Eddie’s neck, while moving her hips back and forth on his hard cock. All the while Eddie begins to untie Y/N’s top from behind her back, before asking, “This okay?” “Yes.” Eddie finally gets Y/N’s top untied, letting it fall down her shoulders, exposing her chest, as she didn’t need to wear a bra with the shirt.
“God, you’re gorgeous. What did I do to deserve this?” He mumbles, beginning to kiss, and suck at her neck, causing Y/N to moan.
At this Eddie stands, not being able to not be inside her, or tasting her, for a second longer, Eddie begins walking towards his bedroom, with Y/N wrapping her legs around his hips, to help support her weight. Eddie carries Y/N, walking up the stairs, and closing the door with his foot behind them. Completely forgetting about the movies still playing downstairs.
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Thinkin' Nonsense
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note: also hope y'all are legally blonde fans (and in case your not, brooke windham when questioned why she was with an older man said "then show them a picture of his dick" that will be important later)
warning: smut! oral (f! and m! receiving), p in v, slut shaming
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After doing nothing in bed with Eddie, all day yesterday, Y/n insisted on going out and walking the streets of Paris. And with the new found security in their relationship, the couple didn’t mind if they were seen, wanting to for now on embrace their relationship.
“We should go to a bakery!.. That one!” pulling Eddie, with their conjoint hands, towards the first place she saw that had baked goods in the window. Guessing since it was a bakery right in the middle of a tourist area, there was a long line, Eddie standing behind Y/n with his hands around her shoulders.
“Why are you standing behind me? I can't see you.” Y/n said, craning her neck back leaning on Eddie’s chest to see his face. Eddie brings his lips to the girl’s ear, lowering his voice to say, “‘Cause you're wearing a short skirt, and I don’t want the guy behind me staring at your ass this whole time.” The man replied, very smugly, causing Y/n to laugh softly.
At the sound of the couple laughing the older man in front of them, a little younger than Eddie, turns just to glance at the two but at seeing Eddie does a double take to make sure he was seeing right.
“Hey, you’re Eddie Munson!” He said, turning around to fully face the couple. “Yeah. I am.”
“Bill, huge fan. I love your music.” “Thanks so much.” Throughout the whole conversation, Eddie never moved from his position behind Y/n, causing the fan to realise she was even there. Giving the woman a once over taking in her tight clothing and her age.
“So it’s true, you’re dating a 20-year-old slut?”
Y/n is no stranger to being called a slut, but even at her lowest time, never to her face with no shame. Instantly her crave for the baked goods were gone, just wanting to get out of there. Hot tears started to leak out of her eyes, thank god she wore waterproof mascara.
“Don’t you fucking dare talk to her like that.” Eddie muttered, jaw clenched, walking towards the easily 6’5” man. Yet he didn’t get far as Y/n grabbed Eddie’s arm to pull him away and closer to her, whispering in his ear as she continues to walk out of the bakery, “Eds, let’s go.”
“God, I’m so sorry, angel.” “It’s not your fault. It’s okay." "It's not okay.” Eddie didn't rest on that too long, knowing that Y/n's spirits needed to be lifted.
“I hope you didn’t pull me away cause you thought I couldn’t take him.. ‘Cause I could.” He always said the right thing when it came to Y/n, his comment causes her to laugh and say, “I’m sure you could, Eds.”
The man brings his hand around the woman’s waist, moving down to hold the bottom of her ass remembering her short skirt, turning his face towards her to see her face when he gives her a small squeeze, continuing their conversation by mumbling “I probably would’ve had to go easy on him too.” “I know.” “Cause I can fight.” “Yes, you can.” “And-”
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That night was Y/n first night in Paris, and of course with Eddie now in Paris he came to see the show. So here he was sitting in a dressing room, a place he hasn’t been in a while, watching his girlfriend get ready to perform to a sold out theatre. Y/n was sitting at the vanity, her makeup girl just left and Y/n was just putting on the final touches like lip gloss and fixing her bangs.
Looking at Eddie in the mirror she says, “What are you staring at, creepy?” At this Eddie comes up behind the girl’s chair leaning down to kiss her neck, “Can’t help but stare at my beautiful girl.” The older man says, making moves to kiss the girl’s lips, before she stops him with a finger on his mouth. With Eddie’s shocked face Y/n explains, “You’ll mess up my lipgloss.” “Screw your lipgloss!” Eddie replies, bringing his lips slowly to hers, never wanting to push a boundary if she was serious but he was positive she said that just to get a reaction from him. And Eddie was right, at the sound of Y/n soft laughter Eddie’s lips crashed into the girl’s, moving together and it being Eddie it didn’t take long for him to slip his tongue past Y/n’s soft and gorgeous pink lips. Yet of course a knock breaks up their make-out sesh, hearing a faint yet loud yell from Y/n stage manager, “On in 5!”
Eddie lets out a small groan at the interruption, giving Y/n a kiss on the cheek while leaning out of the kiss. After Y/n fixes the lipgloss they ruined, she walks out to the wings, “Bye baby!” The woman said, smiling. “Good luck, Angel. I love you.” “I love you too.” “I’ll see you after. Break a leg!” Eddie yells behind him, rushing to his seat to catch the opening song.
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“I just have to say before this next song,” Y/n says into the mic, out of breath, looking at all the faces in the crowd, “You guys, this crowd, giving so much energy and I feel so comfortable with you guys. You’re just the best!” She pauses slightly, letting the crowd clap and scream before continuing, “So I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced playing at a sold out theatre.” The beat to the next song starts playing, “But when that happens you sing them this!”
“Think I only want one number in my phone”
The whole song Eddie could pry his eyes away from Y/n, her dancing was so sexy and memorising, and her stage presense was something Eddie hadn’t seen in years. And god, her short skirt flying up at her dancing, made his half hard dick twitch in his pants.
“This song catchier than chicken pox is
I bet your house is where my other sock is
Woke up this morning thought I'd write a-” “Pop hit!”
“How quickly can you take your clothes off?” “Pop quiz!”
“Everyone online has been so pressed,
But boy when I’m with you I feel so blessed,
You know me but Brooke Windham said it best.”
The last line being followed with Y/n infectious laugh. Of course Eddie knew what that line was referring to, Isla had made him watch that movie a million times. But what really killed him was that he had to wait five more minutes before he could lock himself and Y/n in her dressing room and fuck her brains out.
As Y/n finish the last song, waving and blowing kisses to the crowd, she starts walking to the wings and begins running, seeing Eddie waiting for her. Jumping into his arms, legs going around his waist, the man’s hands coming down to Y/n’s ass to steadily hold her up. With that Y/n’s lips collide with her man’s, this time it being her slipping her tongue in first. Unbeknownst to the couple that the fans diagonal to them filming the interaction. Something Isla will no doubt see later, and tease him about.
Breaking the kiss and lowering his voice, not knowing if anyone could hear them, “Oh I can’t wait to fuck you tonight.”
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In the limo, the lobby, the elevator, never once do their lips leave each other; granted they weren’t making out in the lobby, but Eddie did kiss all the way from Y/n’s neck down to the tips of her fingers and back. Now with the woman against the door, being pinned by Eddie’s body, his hands searching both Y/n and his own pockets for their room key, his lips kissing and suckling on the spot Eddie had found a while back to be when she’s most reactive. Now she’s trying to silence the moans she can’t but let out, worried someone is going to hear.
“I’m starting to think- ahh- that you're taking your sweet time to find that key cause you want to get caught.” “Maybe.” The man says, only breaking away for a second, not being able to bear his lips not on her body when they could be.
“Ah-ha!” Eddie yells, grabbing the keys from the breast pocket of Y/n’s coat. Opening the door without warning, causing Y/n to fall back slightly before Eddie catches her, picking up the girl, letting the door shut behind them and tossing his girl on their hotel bed and crawling on top of her, leaving soft loving kisses up her thighs and stomach, “Gonna be my good girl, angel?” Eddie mumbles against the flesh of her breast, bringing his knee to press against her wet cunt, through the fabric of her panties, causing a moan to cut off Y/n before she could answer. “Not a good start. Can’t even answer my question, you're so desperate.”
“No! Sorry, I’ll be so good!” “There she is, that’s my good girl.”
Slowly Eddie reaches to slip off Y/n top layers, which causes his knee to press farther into between her legs, making the girl clench around seemingly nothing and let out a small whimper. “Did I do something, baby?” Eddie asks, knowing damn well what he did on purpose. With her top half now fully off, Eddie moves his knee, crawling down the girl’s body, stopping when his face is above her cunt, leaving a gentle kiss on the wet spot. Linking his fingers in the waistband of her skirt, soft muttering, “Lift your hips, angel.” before pulling down the girl’s skirt and her underwear along with it. Eddie now finally seeing his love bare after all day of being apart, he leaves short but loving kisses on the surrounding area.
“Hi, my love.” Eddie says before diving head first into his girl’s beautiful cunt. Y/n not even being able to process that fact Eddie called her pussy his love, before she’s a whining mess, “Eds more, baby more!” Pulling at Eddie’s long curls to bring his face deeper into her doesn’t seem to work as the man leans away from ‘his love’ saying, “Angel, don’t be a desperate little thing. Use your manners.” Quite frankly Y/n was more desperate than ever to have Eddie’s mouth back on her, yelling, “Please, baby more! Please Eds!” “Okay, hun.” Y/n’s legs snap around Eddie’s head at the feeling of his mouth back to where she needed him, lapping at her sodden hole, dragging his tongue from there to the girl’s clit, and bringing to suck and lick at the swollen bud. The woman below him let out loud moans, as if there was no one else in the world.
“Eds I’m gonna- fuck! Don’t stop!” “I know, Angel, I know. Let go, my love” Eddie says, his face not pulling away from her pussy for a second. And with his last words, she did. Completely letting go, Eddie never stopping, wanting to suck up every last bit of her.
The loud suckle of Eddie drinking up Y/n’s cum filled the air. Y/n hands quickly try to push Eddie’s head away from her cunt, “Ah- Eds ‘s sensitive.” “I know, baby. Just tastes so good.” “But I wanna taste you now.” She says, leaning up on her elbows only for Eddie to push her back down onto the bed standing to take off his shirt and pants, giving Y/n a small strip tease rocking his hips back and forth, causing Y/n to laugh. The man then crawls back up the girl's body to join their backs, in a heated kiss before breaking away to say, “You can taste me later, promise.” “Promise?” “100% don’t have to convince me.”
Grabbing his cock in his hand, pumping himself, before dragging his tip through the girl’s folds, gathering her wetness, lining himself up with Y/n’s sodden hole, “Ready, angel?” “God, yes!”
Without another word Eddie pounds himself into Y/n, not even giving her a second to adjust, fucking her through the uncomfort and sensitiveness from her previous orgasm. “Oh! Eddie, you feel so good!” “Yeah? How good, baby?” “So good, the best! Fuck! You're the best I’ve ever had!” “Thank you, angel. You’re just as sweet as you taste.”
Holding her thighs, while continuing to pound into Y/n, Eddie starts folding the girl’s legs up to her chest, increasing his pace. Their new position causes Eddie to be able to reach deeper inside her, repeatedly hitting her g-spot with every thrust.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum- Eds I’m gonna-” “I know- shit. Me too, angel. Hold it for me, wanna cum with you.” “Can’t-” With Eddie’s continuing thrusts, Y/n can feel her second orgasm coming, “Eddie! I can’t-” “Know you can, angel. Love when you say my name.” With one last thrust, cuming deep inside her. “Let go, angel.” “Oh! Fuck! I love you!”
Coming down from both they’re highs, Eddie gently lets go of Y/n’s legs allowing them to fall back down onto the bed, Eddie falling to the girl’s side exhausted, “I love you too.”
After only a few moments, Y/n turns her body on her side to face Eddie, the man turning his head to see her, “You want to go again?” Y/n’s excitement causes Eddie to laugh, not only that but the fact that she is perfectly fine and he’s completely worn-out. Moments like these really showed their age gap.
“What? What’s so funny?” The girl says, not understanding his laughter, “You’re not dating some young 20-somthing year old, I’ll need a sec before I get back on the horse.” “And I’m the horse?” “In the metaphor, yes.” “Then why don’t I get on the horse?” Y/n asks, tracing the tattoos on Eddie’s chest, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Please baby, wanna ride you.”
Just to be a pain, Eddie rolls his eyes and grabs Y/n’s thighs to bring her on top of him. Boldly Y/n grabs Eddie’s cock pumping him a few times, to get him hard again and once he is, Y/n rises on her knees to line herself up with Eddie. Sitting down, letting herself adjust for only a second, only to immediatly start bouncing on Eddie’s cock.
Throwing her head back, moaning, never looking so beautiful to Eddie. He reaches up tweeking the girls nipples, pulling at and moving between his index and thumb. Bringing his hands to her back, pulling Y/n down slightly to be able to suck at her nipples. Leaving hickies on her underboob in his wake, bringing his lips to her nipples and swirling his tongue around the hard bud. Moving one hand to massage Y/n’s other breast, and the otheer to his girl’s clit making small tight circles, “Shit- Eddie!” Continuing to bounce on the man’s cock, a moaning mess, using all her strength.
“C’mon angel, cum for me.” It only takes a few more moments before the couple was cuming together. Y/n leaned down laying on Eddie’s chest, his arms encircling the girl, cradling her head, his cock still inside her. “I love you.” “I love you more.” “Not possible, angel.”
“Did you refer to my pussy as ‘my love’?”
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The Album
note: set in ~late 2024~
also the song 'paris' is the one by taylor not sabrina lol
y/nl/n
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hughes_bros: does this mean a new album?!?!
neverwasthebest: she's so pretty
talkin.nonsense: she's so wifey here
weasley.ronald: i love keeping the pink vibes
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melanie
@/singular.defender
'switching the positions for you' because he's old and can't??
lils
@/taylor_stan_
she's in her wife era, what do you want from her???
emmaline
@/frogfan
'boy i want you to meet my mama on a sunday, then make a lot of love on a monday' she is so unserious
jaden
@/sassymanapolgist
i love the vibe of this song and so excited for the album!!!
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y/nl/n: my album 'daylight' is coming out tonight!!! wtf!! midnight est!!!
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y/ns_: 'eddie munson' as the opening track is so iconic
Eugene_stan: I LOVEEE this cover!!!!
ally_7: shes never gonna beat the slut allegations with a song called '34+35'
joMarch: oh.. thats not
em.2004: HAJAHGAJAHH
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nicky
@/menagainstmen
we got little freaked.. love 'slut!' tho
olivia @/livvy_
replying to @/menagainstmen
fr it's like the cutest little love song
dani
@/juno.bestmovie.ever
half of 'eddie munson' is just her saying she's so happy, y'all suck for making her feel bad about her relationship
Amanda
@/inlovewith.michealcera
hits different 👀 break up moment???
matty
@/spiderman.andrew
34+35, dress, positions girls getting that good d
Florence
@/reneerapp_mademegay
this is her lover
lizzie
@/lovingmylife.lie
labyrinth is so fucking cute ahhhhhhh
Steph
@/gilmoregirlsss
'baby you might need a seatbelt when i ride it, open like a door come inside it' is crazyyyy
conner
@/saltburn.scaresme
i wonder what isla and leo think about this album??
lilian
@/dancemoms.fan
'sweet nothing written by y/n l/n and eddie munson' 😭😭😭
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@whoscamila @mystargirl-interlude @creoleguurl @witchwolflea @kissmejoey @taylorswiftsloverfr @random000000sblog
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Bonding of Sorts
older!rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader
note: isla and walker are 15 in the timeline (probably ~mid 2024 vibes)
warning: teenage love, the start of a step-mom/step-daughter relationship <3
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isla_munson: "everybody knows that private school girls are bad, and bad girls always wear red nail polish" -loerlai gilmore
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y/nl/n: gorgeous girls!
lil.lilian: you did me dirty in that pic.
isla_munson: impossible! theres no doing you dirty, you look beautiful at every angle!
lil.lilian: liar but 😘😘
_jesss: not hals completely judging me in the forth pic
Haley08_: yeah, im always judging you
_jesss: 🖕
walker.scobell: cute fit, or lack thereof
isla.munson: omg! thats exactly what my dad said!
sienna.taylor: my little private school girl 🥰
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Tina
@/updates_on_y/nl/n
Isla Munson posted these two photos of her and Y/n on her instagram today!
Lani @/percabeth.hearts
replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n
I've never seen y/n happier!!
Abby (taylor's version) @/decodeisunderrated
replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n
They're relationship is so cute! 🥰🥰
tess @/it.rhymes.with.jess
replying to @/decodeisunderrated
y/n and eddie's or y/n and isla's??
Abby (taylor's version) @/decodeisunderrated
replying to @/it.rhymes.with.jess
Both! 😁
Jamie @/jAmie_
replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n
she shouldn't be hanging out with her boyfriends daughter so much until they're more serious.
nia @/parisgellar_stan
replying to @/jAmie_
oh? so you know them personally??
anna @/wolfstar.stan
replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n
why no one mention how pretty isla is?!?!
betty @/betty_broski
replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n
the thought of eddie taking the second picture warms my heart <33
Kevin @/pens_87
replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n
She looks the same age as heR boyfriends kid 😬
leah @/im.talking.nonsense
replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n
them out shopping together 😭😭
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“Ah.” Isla sighed, dropping her phone to her chest, and looking up at the ceiling. She was sitting on the couch in the New York apartment, Y/n had come over and was walking down the stairs when she saw Isla, “What was that love sick look about?” The woman asked, in a teasing voice.
“Oh, um.. N- nothing.” “Who are they?” Y/n asked, completely disregarding isla’s defence. And coming to sit down next to the girl, forgetting she came down to get her and Eddie drinks.
“His name’s Walker..” Isla grinned, not being able to stop it when talking about Walker, especially not with Y/n they were too close and comfortable with each other now. “..and we’ve been friends for a couple years, and he’s really cute, and I really like him.”
At Isla’s little rant, Y/n sprung into action, “Okay, I’m gonna go get what I came down here to get for Eddie then I’m coming straight back and we’ll talk about this.” “Okay.”
Quickly gathering the ice tea Eddie and her wanted, pouring herself some, and getting Eddie a couple snacks to occupy him, not knowing how long this talk with Isla will last. Then saying a quick ‘one sec.’ to Isla, she ran upstairs, opening the door and finding Eddie where he was before.
“Thank you, angel. Hey, where's yours?” “Downstairs.” Coming to sit on Eddie lap, facing the man, with a serious face on. “What’s wrong?” “Nothings wrong. Just… I wanted to talk to you before I talk to Isla, she wants my advice on a boy, and don’t go be overprotective dad on her. That’s exactly what she doesn’t want. But I need to know what you're okay with me saying, or if you're not okay with me saying anything, and I won’t.”
Smiling, and placing a quick, chaste kiss on his girl’s lips before replying, “Baby, thank you for asking me. I’m fine with you talking to her. So who is he?” “She said his name is Walker? That someone from school or-” “That kid?! Oh well, I don’t think that kid has a bad bone in his body. So yeah, you can.. Give her advice.. On a boy. Geez” “You’re getting old, baby.” Giving the girl a pinch on the ass, causing a jolt of the girl's body and a laugh coming out of her lips, before she continues, “Okay. I’m going. I love you” A quick kiss on her soft lips, and in getting an ‘I love you too’ Y/n walks out of the room, running down the stairs to see where Isla is still sitting.
“Okay! Tell me everything.”
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“I just don’t know how you tell a guy you like him.” Nodding in understanding, she mumbles, “It’s hard.” “...How old were you when you got your first boyfriend?” “Umm.. I was 15.” “Did you ask him out or did he ask you?” “He asked me.” The girls were now on the floor, Y/n painting Isla’s toenails, drinking ice tea, and eating popcorn, ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ on in the background.
“Of course he did, cause you’re beautiful. No way he would ask me out.” “Hey. Isla, you are beautiful. And gorgeous, and amazing, and smart. Besides from what you’ve told me about Walker. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did really like you, like you like him, but was just too nervous to say anything.” “Shut up.” Isla says, her face permanently red at this point with how long they’ve been talking about her love life.
“And guys like when girls take charge and ask them out.” “But we’ve been friends for years, and I don’t want to ruin that.” A completely logical argument, one Y/n had used on her friends years ago. Now switching to paint Isla’s other set of toes red, thinking about what she can say, to satisfy Isla’s need for a solution. “Hey! Why don’t you ask him to hang out here, just the two of you?” “And have Dad hovering over us the whole time? No way!”
Adjusting her position on the floor, getting more comfortable before continuing, “We’ll what if it was me? A day where you’re Dad will be out and I can come over, you guys take the living room and I’ll stay out of your way upstairs?” “Omg! You can do that?! Please Y/n, please!” “I’ll have to ask Eddie, and if he says no then it’s no.” “Okay! Go! Go! Ask him now!” “I have to finish your toenails!” “I can do that. Go ask my Dad, then if he says yes you have to come help me draft a text to him!” “Okay!”
Hopefully running up the stairs for the last time today, Y/n walks into Eddie’s room, smiling, hoping that might sway Eddie slightly. “I thought you would never come back. What have you been doing down there?” “Painting nails, watching rom-coms, stuffing our faces, the usual for a girls night. But I have to ask you something.” Y/n says, sitting next to Eddie on his bed, pushing his laptop off his lap, in order to have his full attention for this.
“Why do I feel like it’s going to be something I’ll want to say ‘no’ to?” “Well.. Maybe.. Maybe not.” “That was very reassuring.” “Listen, Isla wants to invite Walker here, to hang out, but she doesn’t want her Dad there-” “We’ll she can’t be alone with a boy.” “You said there wasn’t a bad bone in his body.” Y/n said obviously teasing. not wanting Eddie to think that’s what she was suggesting, “Well he’s still a teenage boy.” “Off topic. I was thinking that maybe, the next best thing for her would be if it was me here. They could stay in the living room, and I’ll just hang out upstairs or something, so I can hear what they’re doing but not hover.” A couple seconds of silence was too long in Y/n’s opinion for this subject.
“Okay.” “Really?” “Yes, but they can’t go in her room, and you keep the door open of any room they’re in.” “Of course, baby! I want what's best for her." "I know." "Oh Eds, she’ll be so happy!” “I hate this.” “I know, but she’s growing up.” “I know.” “I’m gonna go tell Isla the good news!” Y/n says, running out of the room. Before quickly turning around going to the side of the bed Eddie was on, giving the man a lengthy kiss and whispering an ‘I love you’
“What did he say?!” The question is yelled at the woman, as soon as she’s back in sight. “You’ll be happy.” “Really?!” “Yes.” “Oh my god! Oh my god. We have to figure out what I’m gonna text him.”
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“-and no going upstairs, and if you go in any room together the door stays open. Understand?” “Yes, Dad. Now go, I have to get ready.” Pushing her Dad towards the door, not wanting him here any longer.
“Can I say goodbye first?” “If you must.”
Walking over to Y/n, giving her a peck on her soft lips, then dipping his head down to whisper in the girl's ear, “Please keep an eye on them.” “Of course, Eds, it’s gonna be fine.” With that piece of mind and one last kiss and an ‘i love you’, Eddie walks back towards the door that was already held open for him by his wonderful and loving daughter. “Bye hun, love you.” “Love you too, Dad. Bye!”
Shutting the door and turning to the woman standing at the staircase, “You need to get me ready, and tell me what to wear.”
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“I can’t believe you let me do this!”
Y/n sat at the kitchen island, watching as Isla paced in front of her. Isla was a wreck as soon as Y/n started getting her ready 30 minutes ago, just after Eddie left for the recording studio. “You are going to be fine.” Y/n said, to nonchalant for Isla’s taste, “You’re too calm!” “The guy I like isn’t coming over.” ‘Well-” Isla was cut off by the sound of the buzzer, “Hey Isla, it’s Walker” running over to the panel on the wall to buzz the boy in, “Hey! Come up… That was too excited, I’m gonna mess this up.” “Isla. In my experience, if you ask a guy to hang out alone they think it’s a date. In a man’s brain ‘hang out alone’ and ‘date’ are synonyms, so the fact he said yes to this, I’m sure he’s just as nervous as you.” “Okay.. Thanks, Y/n”
Interrupted by the doorbell, Isla gave Y/n a quick hug, running to the door. Of course, flattening her hair before opening the door. “Hey, Walker.” “Hey.” And being teenagers who like each other, Y/n swoops in to save the conversation. “Hi, I’m Y/n it’s nice to meet you, Walker.” “It’s nice to meet you too.” “Okay! The living room is free, I’ll be upstairs, and I’ll order pizza later. Walker, cheese or vegetarian good?” “Yeah.” “Okay! Have fun.”
Within only a couple minutes, Y/n could hear the conversation flowing and not wanting to eavesdrop, putting on a show to watch.
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About 40 minutes later, pausing the show she was watching to go to the bathroom, Y/n cannot hear anything from downstairs. And she was sure she knew what was happening, but she promised Eddie she would keep an eye on them and at the end of the day Y/n was a curious bitch.
Creeping slowly down the stairs, not making a sound. Y/n stops abruptly seeing Isla and Walker sharing a small kiss on the couch, in true awkward teenage fashion, Isla’s hands at her sides and Walker's hand on her upper back, the other at his side.
Walking back up the stairs, and waiting a moment the woman makes an over exaggerated amount of noise. Not wanting to embarrass the two that she saw them, “I ordered the pizza! One large cheese, one large vegetarian, and one medium meat lover for your Dad. But Walker, you're welcome to have some of that.” “Thanks Y/n.” Isla said, giving Y/n a look that said ‘go away, this is the same reason I didn’t want my Dad here’ but both of them know that Eddie would be way worse. “Okay.. That’s all, back to it.”
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As soon as the door closes, Isla jumps around and lets out a squeal that was close to deafening. “Oh my god! I’m so happy you got me to do that!” “So what led up to that kiss?” “Oh! I knew you saw it! God- that’s so embarrassing.” “Hey, I get it. I was a teenage girl once. And I did way more embarrassing things. Come on sit.” Patting the couch cushion next to her, “I wanna know everything.”
"After we kissed, he asked me out for tomorrow... And I was wondering if you could ask my Dad?" "No. You have to, but I can be there for you."
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currently thinking about popstar reader preforming at coachella and older eddie watching from the crowd w isla recording and being so proud of his girl
yes!
he loves watching her perform and was so proud of her, especially since she was on the main stage!! And he was happy to see her having so much fun up there!
but more importantly isla had the time of her life! She had been asking eddie to go to coachella for years so she was really happy to go. She was only slightly upset she couldn't see chappell roan's set but her and reader will see her another time. and she also freaked the hell out when lana brought billie on stage!!
#older!rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader#older!eddie munson x reader#older!eddie munson#eddie munson x reader
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when i tell you older!rockstar!eddie LOST his mind (me too)
he's so thankful she got to keep what she wore 🙏
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older!rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader
note: takes place after Paris throughout 2024, yn and eddie stop hiding their relationship now that they're both all in.
warning: slut shaming
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y/nl/n: 📸: eds
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em_1989: im so happy for you 😭😭
taytay.13: how she looks at him>>>
_17jenna: why is she with him? she could do so much better than some old guy
dylan_86: cause she's a slut
georgia.iloveyourson: that 'some old guy' is a literal rock legend. what have you done?
ribbons.in.your.hair: whats my girl making in the studio??? 👀
youve.been.gilmored_: y/n with glasses 🔛🔝
_jeremy.03: this relationship is weird...
ima_mirrorball: thanks for the opinion that nobody asked for 🥰
layla.anderson19: we're all gonna ignore the last photo???
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posted Feb 5, 2024
Eddie Munson (46) and Y/n L/n (25) were seen getting very cozy at The Grammy's this past weekend. Sitting next to Taylor Swift, as well as Lana Del Rey, it seems the 'Nonsense' singer's friends get along great with the rock legend.
The couple were both up for their own separate awards, Munson being up for Rock Album with 'In Times New Roman...' by Queen of the Stone Age, having been the main producer on several songs. As well as 'Not Strong Enough' by Boygenius, a group Eddie had publicly wanted to work with since their first EP, and finally having that time this past year.
L/n was up for Record of the Year with her song 'Feather', winning her first Grammy. The couple shared a cute moment, with a hug and a kiss, before she got a big hug from friend and mentor, Taylor Swift, then running up on stage; mentioning both in her speech. As well as winning Music Video for, again, her song 'Feather'.
The couple also didn't miss Eddie Munson's son, Leo Munson, getting a few awards that night also. The man worked with Boygenius, producing and winning Alternative Album, as well as beating his father in Rock Album, with 'This Is Why' by Paramore.
All around a very successful night for the couple, as one of their first fully public engagements together.
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em.emily: she's so hot 😍
sturniolo.13: she's crazyyy for this
dads.bradsandchads: She admits she's only with him cause of his age and money.
mom.iama.richman: i aspire to be your level of delusion
big_reputation: the pic w eddie is so cute
zebra11: y/n is so iconic 😭
katelynstyles: she's so unserious
normalpeople_: ikr i love her
flyers_fan: She's with him for attention.
carmencarmen: i also love dilfs
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isla_munson: my first ep 'isla' is out THIS FRIDAY!!! 🖤🤍
August 6, 2024
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y/nl/n: so proud of you hun!!! ❤️❤️
walker.scobell: 🍂
isla_munson: 🍂
corrodedcoffinofficial: So excited to listen, little Munson!
jess.1989: y/n has writing creds!!
speaknow.stan: that's how y'know its gonna be good!
madmax: nah, we know its gonna be good because Leo is producing!
emails_13: nah, we know its gonna be good because its isla!
sienna.taylor: my little recording artist 🥰
isla_munson: love ya! ❤️
samandcolbys.wife: walker and isla's comments 👀
isla.loverr: autumn leaves about to be THE teenage love song
lana.lorde: i know!!! they're so cute!
leomunson: can't wait for people to hear your work!
isla_munson: our* work
isla's ep:
balled of a homeschooled girl - olivia rodrigo
kissing lessons - lucy dacus
pretty isn't pretty - olivia rodrigo
lacy - olivia rodrigo
anatomy - kenzie (about her mom)
autumn leaves - mckenna grace (about walker)
graceland too - pheobe bridgers (leo wrote about isla)
~taglist~
@whoscamila @mystargirl-interlude @creoleguurl @witchwolflea @kissmejoey @taylorswiftsloverfr @random000000sblog
#eddie munson#older!rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader#older!rockstar!eddie#older!eddie munson#older!eddie x reader#older!eddie#older eddie munson#older!dilf!eddie munson#older!eddie fluff#older!eddie munson x reader#older!eddie munson x y/n#older!rockstar!eddie x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson fluff
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