When Eddie’s next Corroded Coffin gig comes up, Steve decides merch should be a priority. He drags Will into a late night screen printing session in the garage, determined to make shirts that don’t look like arts and crafts. Between ruined blanks and ink everywhere steve secretly adds a small “Property of Harrington” print on the back. Just big enough for Eddie to see.
At Show night, Steve shows up before they go on. “Got a surprise for you,” he says with a huge grin.
Eddie cups his face and kisses him. “What’s that, Stevie?”
And Steve beams and pulls the shirts out of the bag.
Eddie stares. “No way. Holy shit.”
“You like it? Now you’re a real band,” Steve says.
“I love it. Are you kidding me?” Eddie flips the shirt and reads the back. Property of Steve Harrington. He barks out a laugh and yanks Steve in by the collar, kissing him.
Steve kisses him back, smiling against his mouth. “So everyone knows.”
Eddie pulls away, eyes glinting. “Fair’s fair, Steve. If I’m branded, you’re getting branded too.”
Steve raises an eyebrow, already flustered. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” Eddie says, dragging him toward the back table where there’s a sharpie. He pops the cap and scrawls across Steve’s chest, right over his heart Property of Eddie Munson.
“So now everyone knows you’re mine, baby.”
Steve looks down bright red then back at Eddie. “Always.”