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pairing โeddie munson x steve harrington
warnings โtakes place after season 4. swearing. use of weed. eddie and steve singing and bonding (it may be a bit cringy). love confession. kissing. small insecurities(?) throughout. fluffy, sweet, kind of mysterious eddie at the end. sorry if I missed any!
summery โeddie came over steve's place to sell him a new product, but the two ended up hanging out together. steve reveals he actually took eddie's advice and looked into some rock bands, which leads to a love confession.
a/n: i'm not saying this will be great, but I loved this idea in my head. I want to be all mysterious so the song, and band, will be mentioned in the imagine below. I hope you all enjoy :). ps not fully proof read, sorry for any errors.
another note: my dumbass didn't research the release date of the song until after I wrote most of this imagine... cause, ya know, the band has been around for a while. so, we're gonna pretend like it was released in the early 80's instead of late 1991. I didn't feel like rewriting the entire scene or finding an new song.
don't say anything about the gifs not lining up right, I'm aware ๐.
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๐ฌteve wasn't expecting on having company that night, more for the fact that he was in bad mood due to the power going out and for his parents leaving, once again. but then he found the generator they kept in the garage for emergencies, kicked it on and called eddie to see if he had another supply of marijuana come in. fortunately for him, he had just gotten new bud - that led to munson coming over his house to drop off the awaited order. him and steve began talking, and somehow, someway that landed them in steve's room; both sprawled out on the babysitter's bed with smoke spiraling around them.
โ never rolled you out as the kind of guy to be a fan of sissy spacek, harrington. โ eddie stuttered out a choked laugh, upon speaking up right after taking a drag from the tightly rolled joint the two were passing back and forth. a carrie white poster was pinned up against the wall by thumb tacks, displayed for anyone that entered the room, to see, considering it was so huge. seeing as steve didn't seem like the type to be too into horror, or that kind anyway, it took the guitarist off guard and caused him to let out a clouded burst of laughter; coughs following forth.
rolling his eyes, the short-haired brunette took the joint he was offered; pinching it between two fingers before inhaling, and letting the chemicals sit in his lungs for a few seconds. โ yeah, โ he began, as he blew out the smoke. โ well... never thought you'd be the kind of guy I'd consider a friend, yet here we are. โ
hearing steve the hair harrington refer to him as a friend, made eddie feel fuzzy inside; It's like he accomplished something that seemed impossible, and he was proud of that. though, the heavy feeling in his chest that followed after it didn't seem too great. โ I wouldn't say friends, โ the male stated, a playful ring to his voice as he looked over at steve; a smile stretching across his lips. โ more like we're just two dudes that smoke together. โ
steve looked over at him with an indifferent look, and for a moment, both men just stared at one another.. before harrington elbowed him in his ribs, which caused eddie to laugh loudly and roll to the side. he nearly fell off of the bed, but caught himself; thus, leading the other to let out crackles of laughter, of his own.
โ shut up, man! โ eddie pushed himself to restructure in the position, he was previously in. with a slight annoyed, but not really serious look now on his face, he knocked shoulders with steve before taking the joint back. โ wasn't funny. โ but, steve was still laughing, which made the male glare at him.
โ you're not funny either. โ he sneered, placing the end of the nearing-roach back to his mouth. a small inhale was taken, enough to amp up his buzz but not make him choke, before it was blown out a few seconds later. dragging his gaze off of the other, a small smirk cracked at the corner of his lips while he stared forward, at the wall. โ dick.. โ eddie mumbled, while holding out the last of the zol.
โ I'm.. โ coughing out the last of his wheezing laughter, steve slowly sat up; bending one leg to where his ankle crossed over his lower thigh, and his stomach slightly rolled forward due to him being hunched over. โ I'm sorry - I just, โ his shoulders lightly shook, while another small rumble slipped out. โ โ I just didn't expect you to fall. โ
eddie watched steve from the corner of his eyes, watching him pinch his lips together in attempt to not spill out another wave of humerus giggles. it was adorable seeing him like that, but the male wouldn't voice that out loud; it'd be a rather dead give away that he had feelings, wouldn't it? which is why he chose to look away, as well. he would rather be suspected as a murderer again, rather than have steve catch him looking at him, as if he were the most beautiful creature in the universe.
deciding that the spliff was just about ran down, eddie leaned over towards the ashtray that sat on the bed side stand and stubbed it out. โ I didn't expect to fall either.. โ and although the words held a deeper meaning, steve was far too up in the clouds to even consider that munson practically said how he feels.
not another word was spoken as eddie laid back, only to stare up at the ceiling of steve's room. he didn't even notice before, given that he wasn't really paying attention, but a black and white print out of debra winger, in a cropped tank that laced in the front and jean shorts, positioning her legs outwards so that they resembled a butterfly, was flatly taped to his ceiling. the photo wasn't too revealing, but she wasn't exactly covered either. โ really, harrington? โ eddie barked out a laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the process.
โ what? โ steve, who had been staring off into space thinking about god knows what, lulled his head to the side dramatically to look over at eddie. once eddie turned his own head, his eyebrows shot up in amusement and his eyes ticked to the ceiling. steve, cluelessly, looked upwards... only for his eyes to widen.
โ shit! โ he hissed, panicked. โ I forgot that was up there! โ while he scrambled to get up, though wobbly, eddie laughed his ass off in absolute enjoyment. he knew steve didn't hide the fact that he was into hot people women, but he didn't actually expect to see a poster like that on the babysitter's ceiling; his family seemed too proper to let him have such a thing.
โ relax! โ the fluffy haired male ended up grabbing his friend by the arm, to stop him from tumbling to the ground by moving too fast. steve immediately halted, looking at eddie with wide eyes as if he just let the boy see the most horrible shit in history. but eddie, rather calm now, simply grinning at him, just shook his head while releasing the hold on him, he had. โ it's not a big deal, dude. it just caught me by surprise. โ
steve was unsure if he should trust eddie's word or not. usually, he wouldn't freak about something like so; he wouldn't care, and it's not like he hides the fact that he's a bit... appreciative of beauty. but eddie munson, guy he's been tripping around since they were trapped in the upside down together, seeing something so suggestive in his bedroom? his hearted nearly leapt out of his chest. not only was it embarrassing in itself, but the guitarist most likely wouldn't let him live this down, even if he did say it was alright.
โ come on, harrington- โ
eddie's lip parted, his eyes darting away in a confused manner. โ what? โ he questioned, once he made an unsure face at the other.
โ steve. โ harrington breathed, barely audible. though, clearing his throat, he fixed his stance; standing up a bit straighter to match the raising tone he spoke with next. โ call me steve... not harrington. โ just rolling his own last name off of his tongue, felt wrong, so imagine how he felt hearing his actual crush call him that again and again.
after a beat of silence, munson pondering in his mind why his friend suddenly sounded off, he slowly nodded his head in hesitant agreement. โ alright... โ he retracted the arm he had previously reached out to steve, continuing to roll onto his back, in the position he was beforehand. โ steve it is. I'm cool with steve. โ
of course, a verbal response wasn't given - but that's only because the guy's brain practically melted into mush. hearing eddie say his first name, his preferred name, made his heart do things that most likely weren't even normal. since he didn't want to seem anymore weird than he was, though, he slid in next to the other; laying flat on his own back to stare up at the ceiling.
that god damn poster, though.
โ remember how you told me about that guy, uh... ozzy osbourne, right? โ steve slightly tilted his head to emphasize he was thinking, but not once did he look at eddie again. eddie, nodding, mumbled a small โ yeah โ while drawing his brows together. why was he bringing that up? โ well, uh.. โ the former swiped his tongue over his lips, while sparing the curly haired male a glance. โ I started looking into rock nโ roll. some of the bands aren't that bad. โ
raising a single brow, eddie decided to turn his head towards steve with a questioning look. โ what are you getting at? โ
another glance was spared munson's way, but instead of responding, steve threw his legs over the side of his bed before scooting off the edge. gliding over to the stereo he bought not too long ago, he switched it on; draining even more of the power that the generator supplied, just to listen to one track of the band he came to like.
โ what are you doing? โ sitting up, bending his leg upwards on instinct and resting both of his arms over his knee, in a crossed position, eddie tilted his head forwards to stare at steve with a solemn expression. โ you better not be putting on some fairy dust bullshit that you consider ro- โ
โ I'm not. โ steve interrupted the metalist before he could continue, holding up his index finger in gesture for him to wait, while he slid a tape into the open slot. after closing the lidded opening, the male turned the volume dial up a few cues. โ just listen. โ he turned towards eddie, a rather excited grin etching onto his lips once the beat began sounding. โ I promise it's not a waste. โ
signing, munson finally settled and chose to listen to the song. the beat that thumped to life instantly became familiar to him, which made his eyes flicker to steve's; a large smile taking over his face, that had even the size of the planet beat. โ right now? โ
steve bounced his brows, nodding. โ by the one and only van halen. โ
it was clear as day eddie loved this song; this band. his sock-clad foot, that was on the mattress, moved up and down to the rhythm of the song. the longer the beat flowed, the better it got; the guitar stums melting in with the piano notes, before the pressing of the keys change altogether into something more catchy. the sound of perfectly vibrating cymbals sync in with the melody instantly, bringing it more to life, which causes eddie to finally jump out of his seated position and nod his head aggressively once he's on his legs.
wasn't long before the drums began sounding steadily, yet in a harsh rythem; keeping in toe with the pianist and now more bleeding, guitar rips. munson's hair was swinging around at that point; strands seeming to flow in the air longer then his head banging took, since his tuffs couldn't quite seem to keep up with his chaotic movement. steve could only stare, eyes resembling ones of a doe-eyed deer, while his lips were parted in awe.
โ don't want to wait 'til tomorrow! โ eddie began singing, his voice loud. eyes closed, he tilted his head back, dramatically raising his fist to the air as if he were actually holding a microphone. โ
โ why put it off another day? โ steve looked eddie over, still mesmerized, before realizing he was the one to put the song on. why just stand around?
slightly smiling to himself, the brunette jogged over; not wasting a second to join in on the singing and fantastic performance.
โ one more walk through problems!
built-up and stands in our way, ah! โ both of them, now back to back, had their fingers curled into fists and raised to their mouths. singing into them loudly, did their knees bend and backs arch forward with passion.
โ one step ahead, one step behind me! โ eddie took the lead with that part, making sure to jump around, to where he was facing steve. this made the other laugh loudly, once he felt the movement behind him; causing harrington to open his eyes and face the man that was trying to hold back a huge grin, as they now stared at one another.
โ now you gotta run to get even,
make future plans or dream about yesterday, hey! โ munson jumped up, his shirt slightly riding up to reveal his pale torso. steve, accidentally, started to stare - but of course caught himself, and looked away. eddie didn't notice, thank god; he was too busy rocking out.
โ c'mon turn, turn this thing around, hey! โ he did one smooth head bang, before throwing his head back again.
catch a magic moment, do it!
right here and now.. โ the guitarist faced steve full on this time, offering a smile filled with true euphoria. steve, despite having a racing heart since he almost exposed himself, returned the smile back.
the song seemed to play on in the background after that. eddie didn't pull his hues away from steve's own, and the main man in question seemed to be too captivated by munson's dark brown specs, to even think about looking somewhere else. time turned slower, and slower, while the room morphed into a static filled, inaudible mess; almost like he had been dunked underwater.
by now, eddie was standing up right; chest slowly heaving in ragged breathes. sweat now ran down his face, with his damp bangs clinging to his forehead from all the movement that went on with his hair. even though he looked wiped out, skin tinged red and all, harrington still found him to be absolutely breath taking.
it was odd how one minute, steve was stoned out of his mind and laughing about eddie nearly falling off of his bed. then, he was freaking out, absolutely panic-y about the metal head seeing not only an embarrassing picture, but nearly slipping up that he liked him. now, the male was busy edging closer to his friend, while eddie just stood there; mouth ajar in wonder, while his chocolate orbs bounced around the babysitter's face.
wait.. what was he doing?
immediately, realization dawned on steve. his steps halted, eyes slightly widening once he put together the reality of his actions. eddie didn't like him like that - he wasn't even into guys. hell, steve only accepted last week, that he actually had feelings for eddie; deep ones. so, why would someone like eddie munson, return the same emotions?
โ got to turn, c'mon turn this thing around, hey! โ everything seemed to reach steve's ears again, especially the lyrics blaring through the electric box that sat on his dresser. it made his head spin with a good, drunk-like feeling...
(right now!) โ it's like eddie could feel, could hear the same message that steve did, because his eyes trailed over to the stereo, just looking... almost flabbergasted, completely taken off guard.. before he switched his attention right back onto the love struck male.
โ catch that magic moment, do it!
right here and now! โ and, it's like that's the only thing he needed to be told. steve couldn't predict his next movements, couldn't even see himself doing it at any other moment, but within just a millisecond, his lips were on eddie's.
munson wasn't prepared to come over to steve's house, not only to hang out, but to end up in a freeze frame moment that would come straight out of a romance film. it was odd, rarely heard of, but it didn't bother him in the least. kissing harrington was a dream come true for him. it's even better, that steve made the move himself.
but fuck, even then, he was slightly worried for a minute... steve was just staring at him. it kind of creeped him out, until whatever fucking being from the heavens above, decided to rope him in on what was happening; his hearing magically switching on once more, just to take in the words that were sounding out from steve's stereo. after he listened, while he listened... eddie knew why, finally, steve was looking at him that way.
it's the same way he looks at steve, when the oblivious puppy isn't looking; too busy caught up in his own head or whatever he's talking about. munson never thought he'd come up with the conclusion of the bat wielder returning his feelings, but shit.. he's glad he had this chance to find out.
arms circled steve's hips, pulling him closer while the feel of harrington's own arms, hugged him close by his middle. their lips moved against one another perfectly; attaching, then de-attaching, then moving in perfect lip-lock in a rhythm that was so familiar, you'd think they'd practiced it plenty times before. it wasn't the case, obviously; it was just two guys who knew each other so well, in a small amount of time.
eventually, lack of oxygen caught up to the two, which was a bitch and left steve ready to swear up and down the town. but both men knew they needed to breathe, or else this thing called dying would happen. It was irritating, but so be it; they pulled away, slowly, eyes fluttering.
harrington was the first to open his eyes. half-lidded gaze falling on eddie's face, studying how his eyes moved underneath his eyelids that didn't quite open yet. his lips were a little brighter now, given the circumstances, but they still looked as pretty as ever. he still looked as pretty as ever.
โ keep staring at me like that, and I might just think you have a little crush on me.. โ a teasing grin lifted, once munson managed to open his eyes and stare right back at steve. the small, playful glare he received was worth the comment. โ that was... โ
โ โ something.. โ the other finished, voice not necessarily quiet, but a little under his normal volume. steve's eyes were softer than normal, and so was his tone; anyone from a miles' radius could see he was practically at his knees for the outcast. โ I didn't think- โ
โ โ that I'd kiss back? โ eddie quipped, yet another smirk threatening to take over his twitching lips. once steve silently nodded, his gaze was tore away from the male. โ I didn't think you even liked me, to begin with.. โ eddie's dark orbs eyed the ends of his own hair, out of nervousness, before flickering up to meet steve's in a rather serious, yet unsure way. โ but I guess we both had a secret we were keeping quiet about. โ
though it was hesitant, steve still managed to crack a soft grin. he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, letting his eyes drift away from eddie's continuous, alluring stare. โ guess so.. โ
โ but.. โ anxiously, yet curiously, glowing specs flickered up to meet eddie's own again. โ I'm glad we hung out.. I would've - we would've never known, if we hadn't. โ an open mouthed, gleaming smile was given to the more shy of the two. โ you did good.. โ a hand trailed to find one of steve's, that had long fallen from eddie's body; palm slipping into his, only to squeeze gently. a thumb slipped over harrington's knuckles, caressing over them lovingly. โ I'm proud of you. I'm glad you kissed me. โ
he was silent for a minute, not really knowing how to go about that.. the words made steve's heart pound; flutter, to where he thought he might have a stroke. it made him feel nice. he just didn't know if he could speak, without stumbling over his own speech.
โ I, um.. โ he swallowed, adams apple bobbing; nervous eyes flickering back and forth between munson's own. โ thank you... I'm glad you kissed me back. โ leaning in towards eddie's face, he decided to just.. suck it up, and go with the flow of how things went. fuck it, right? โ I'm pretty sure I would've thrown myself out the window if you hadn't. โ
once steve offered a beaming, amusement filled smile, eddie let out a quiet chuxkle; the small rumble releasing from within his chest, before a full blown laugh was booming. he had to turn his head away to gather himself. โ sorry, sweetheart. the sudden boldness was just unexpected. โ
brows knitting together, steve could feel a new wave of warmth spreading up his neck. โ sweetheart? โ
nodding, the back of his hand positioned over his mouth to hide a growing smirk, eddie eyed him with a humor filled gaze. โ yeah.. sweetheart. is that a problem? โ
quickly, steve shook his head. โ no, no - not at all. โ he seemed dumbfounded, however. โ I just... didn't expect a pet name, is all. โ lower lip dipping out, his head cocked to the side. โ or to like it. โ
munson hummed, now fully turning towards steve. his steps seemed rather... sway-ish, though; almost free, yet laced with a teasing humor. eddie only ever seemed to get this way when he was extremely giddy. โ trust me, harrington, I'm full of surprises. โ
โ I told you to call me steve. โ a small glare was thrown eddie's way, but both knew it was in a more playful sense, than irritated. โ and what the hell is that supposed to mean? โ
eyes rolling skywards, before dropping to the ground, a smirk now on display, eddie lazily spun his way around steve. โ you'll know in due time, chosen one. โ
and, although steve didn't get this nerd's take on speaking weirdly all the time, he still loved it and was glad he was there to witness it. but all because eddie began speaking that way, didn't mean he forgot about what the man said; what other secrets did he have, exactly?
โ what other bands have you listened to? โ eddie's voice caught steve's attention, and the questioned itself beckoned him to trail over to the curious metalist, who was digging through his different tapes.. but, still - that same question continued to play in his head.
I got kind of tired a quarter of the way through, so... sorry that it's half assed. I hope it's not too bad, though.
