can you write a steve harrington x eddie munson fanfic?
After getting off of his work shift, Steve trudged up to Eddie's trailer, it was a late
September night in Hawkins, during which it had just started to rain. Heavily.
He took a few steps closer to the trailer door, and exhaled slowly. This was the closest place he knew somebody he could stay with, lived. He stood on the sheltered porch in front of the door for a while.
He then reached out his fist and knocked on the cold, white door. He stood there for a good few minutes, worrying if Eddie was out somewhere, and if he just looked like an idiot.
Steve was about to turn away, grasping his coat closer to himself, when a soft rustling of sheets came from behind the door. Then a tall shadow loomed from the window, a small lamp turned on inside.
After a few seconds, Eddie swings open the trailer door, taking a quick few glances at Steve.
"Hey there, Harrington. You come here for me?" He throws a quick wink at Steve as he says this, making Steve stumble on his next words.
"No- well, technically yes, but it's only because I was wondering if I could stay here for tonight? Or, at least while the storm or whatever passes." He looks away from Eddie, who leans against the doorframe, smiling at him.
"Sure, Harrington." He looks at him, slightly surprised at how nervous and sweaty Steve suddenly seems. "Come right in."
Steve steps into the trailer, Eddie following him behind. Steve has been here before, a while ago, so he makes his way to the living room.
He takes a seat on the dark, comfortable chair by the window, still looking up at Eddie.
“You need something, Harrington? Like, a new shirt?” Eddie stares down at Steve, whose shirt is soaking.
Steve hadn’t realised, as his work uniform was usually uncomfortable, that it was wet from the rain.
“Oh, I hadn’t realised.” He muttered. “A dry shirt would be nice, thanks.”
Eddie slowly lifted up his own shirt to hand it over to Steve, who stared at him intently.
Steve takes the shirt from Eddie’s large hands, his own fingers brushing against the other man's calloused fingertips.
“Thank you..?” Steve blushes intensely while putting on the shirt, then he looks back at Eddie.
It doesn’t take long for Steve’s eyes to trail down Eddie’s body, his eyes taking in each part of newly exposed skin. He had never looked at another man like this, let alone wanted to.
But this, right here with Eddie, was different.
“Harrington? You like what you see?” Eddie smirked.
Eddie’s question causes Steve to blush even more, his mind beginning to wander, thoughts of Eddie filling his head.
“Yeah, I do.” Steve mumbles, still lost in his thoughts of Eddie and looking away.
Eddie comes closer to him, placing his hand on Steve’s chin and guiding it so the man beneath him is looking into his eyes.
“Eddie? What are you-” Steve tries to speak, being cut off by Eddie’s face coming closer to his, a deep kiss being pressed against his lips.
Steve’s eyes open widely, staring at Eddie’s lips as he pulls away.
“Steve? Are you okay?” Eddie asked after a while, still holding Steve’s face. "Listen, I'm sorry, I don't know what came into m-"
Steve grabbed Eddie's face back, now pulling the other man into a soft kiss. It held for a while, Eddie pulling away to say the three words Steve now wanted to hear.
"I love you."
Steve was slightly taken aback, however finally realizing his true feelings, and how he felt about Eddie, he responded, slightly hesitating.
"I love you too."