Rated T // 3.6K // First kisses and love confessions
A silly little brain dump of Eddie Munson pining dramatically over Steve Harrington while heโs in the same room โ and then a first kiss ๐ซถ๐ป
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Piece referenced is by Joseph Bowler
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Just posting some stuff thatโs been sitting on my dang procreate forever- scoops ahoy steddie :โ)
The Fisherman and the Syren
find me drawing brandless vague-chip looking food and the weirdest arm pose in history (they say write what u know, heh...)
"I guess you're not scared of anything, Harrington?"
Steve tips his head back and grins, smoke curling out of his mouth like dragon's breath, the line of his neck just as dangerous. Eddie looks away.
"Kinda scared I'm going to die and no one will notice," Steve says, unexpected, honest, intonation like a joke 'cos that's the way he's always been taught to be.
"Nah," Eddie argues, right away, too earnest, too honest, too close to the bone to do anything but make it a joke of his own. "The Pizza Hut would miss their most loyal customer." Steve says nothing for a long second, the silence a vacuum that pulls the honesty out of Eddie against his will. "I'd miss you."
It's a flash of movement in the corner of his eye, too fast and clumsy to react to before Steve's lips are against his, chapped and warm and barely-felt before he's pulling away, looking down at Eddie like he's something special just for a bare half-inch of kindness.
"Jesus," he says softly, reaching up to trace callused fingers over Steve's cheek, "the bar really is in hell for you, huh, sweetheart?"