Steve Harrington, who learned to play guitar at a young age. His parents needed him out of the house and he'd been whining about learning an instrument just like his older cousin who plays the violin professionally. Guitar was the easiest, and there were plenty of kids willing to teach little Steve Harrington for whatever insane sum of money the Harrington's paid them.
Eddie Munson, who's been learning to play guitar for ages, on his own because there's no one there to teach him. He sits on his bed and carefully listens to recorded tapes of his favorite songs, fingers stumbling until he's tired and frustrated and still hasn't managed to learn it, really.
Eddie Munson, now seventeen years old and wanting to start a band. He still doesn't know how to play the guitar, but he's gotten good at playing a couple songs and he can sing, so he thinks he can manage.
Steve Harrington, now sixteen years old, who's seeing Munson post flyers on school bulletin boards. He's seen the guitar pick on his necklace, the patches on his vest.
Steve Harrington, who comes to Eddie's first "show". A band of misfits playing at some bar, Steve blended in the background and eyes on the lead singer as he spouts all kinds of lyrics he's never heard before, because let's face it, he's kind of sheltered.
Steve Harrington, who sees Eddie's fingers stumble over the strings every week, where he's managed to score a fixed spot as a local band at the same bar.
Steve Harrington, who realizes after a couple times seeing him play that Eddie doesn't know how to play guitar. That Eddie knows the chords, know where to place his fingers, but doesn't know the basics making up those chords.
Eddie Munson, who's approached by someone after his sixth time playing at the bar in town. The boy takes off his hood and it's Steve Harrington standing in front of him.
Steve Harrington, who tilts his head, saying, in a tone that's more kind than he's ever heard from a jock before, pure curiosity lacing his voice: "you don't know how to play, do you?"
Eddie Munson, who finds himself sitting in the Harrington's living room the next day, Steve's arms wrapped around him as he shows him how to play.
I need an Eddie Munson who is so gone for Steve that he'll do anything to be his, even if it's only for a single night.
Like, we all know Eddie's morals are kind of questionable. He would find a loophole to get himself a piece of That Ass (or dick, I guess).
He's got all kinds of friends with all kinds of interest. Eddie is a freak. He knows just how to spin situations so they're in his favour.
He would definitely find a way to turn himself into a girl if it meant Steve would fuck him.
He'd feel bad about it... Kind of, but if it meant having Steve it's worth it. He'll even wear a bra and all that crap.
He'll go to the club he knows Steve frequents and he'll plaster himself against Steve, not letting him out of his eye. He'll bat his lashes and twirl nice and pretty on the dancefloor.
His skirt is short, showing his legs, smooth and slender. Hook, line and sinker. Eddie, now a girl, is perfect for Steve.
Straight Steve Harrington, who has a reputation with he girls. Who Eddie has heard about year after year, party after party. The way he treats girls... It changes their life.
And Eddie is ready for his life to change.
But Steve... Steve doesn't do shit with that girl that is Eddie. Because he wants Eddie, of course he does. Eddie as a boy, Eddie as himself.
And when he finds out Eddie is the girl... Well you can fill in the gaps yourself.
Or wait, I already did in my fic called "Miniskirt". Read here!
Currently stuck in a fucking forest somewhere so idk if I'll manage to write a drabble today. Idk if there's even enough service to post this uh if you see this I'm still alive?
But drabble requests are still open and I'll be back on my shit tomorrow :p
