Steve wants to be a Munson to distance himself from his family as much as possible.
Eddie wants to be a Harrington as a ‘fuck you’ to everyone who bullied him in school (look who is married to king Steve now fuckers) and because he knows that Steve’s parents would absolutely hate it to share their last name with a long-haired metalhead/ accused serial killer.
The solution? They switch names.
Everyone around them finds it so dumb because you can’t even tell that they are married if they don’t share a last name but Steve Munson and Eddie Harrington find it hilarious.
Eddie falls in love with Steve in broad daylight. The middle of the day, sun high in the sky, heat radiating from the sidewalk kind of broad daylight. And it hits him like a truck. His heart thuds painfully in his chest. His hands are so sweaty that even the way he continuously rubs them down the front of his shirt doesn’t dry them. His mouth is desert dry and the 44oz soda he just had to buy at the gas station isn’t helping at all.
And Steve. Steve is blinding. Brighter than the sun. Tan and freckled. God does Eddie love his freckles. There isn’t a thing he doesn’t love about Steve.
“Are you listening to me, Munson?”
Steve smiles at him and it shatters his heart. What has he done to deserve Steve Harrington’s smiles because he’ll keep doing it. He has to keep earning them.
Robin’s waiting in the car and Steve’s arms are full with drinks and snacks for their day at the lake with the kids so he’s gotta make this quick. They’ve shared a few kisses before. Usually late at night when it’s just the two of them in Eddie’s trailer. Nothing like this though.
Eddie leans forward and presses his lips to Steve’s just as Robin lays on the horn.
“It’s about damn time! Pick up your jaw and get in the car, dingus. I want to get to the lake before noon,” she yells from her seat on the passenger side of Steve’s Beemer.
Eddie leaves him standing there. Gawking. Flushed. Looking more perfect than he did before Eddie kissed him. He slides into the backseat, accepting the fist bump Robin offers him.
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Sorry, but it’s the dwarves with the Appalachian accents.
They’re people of the hills and mountains, slow to trust outsiders, with a long history of a mining-based economy, who put a lot of value on tradition, large extended families, practical craftsmanship, and alcohol that will knock your boots off at fifty paces with the fumes alone.
Also, any dwarf would bury an axe in a Pinkerton’s skull given the chance.
The fairies all sound like they’re from the Upper Midwest.
Very strict in terms of manners, never directly expressing their opinions, constantly citing things that happened ages ago to make a point, always trying to feed you.
Every so often, Eddie will get the bus to Starcourt Mall (because what else is there to do?) and watch the world go by.
It’s not like he’s above a cliché or two—maybe he wants to indulge in being a lone figure within the crowd. Maybe he just feels like wallowing in the aimlessness of it all, damn it.
This is where Wayne would point out that Eddie is exactly the opposite of aimless, what with how he’d stormed into the trailer last month, failed test results in hand and snarled, “Next year. I’ll fuckin’ show ‘em.”
But there’s a long time between now and the new school year starting, the summer stretching out before him like taffy. He’d tried to start his reading list early again, but that’s never done him much good; this time he’d gotten through one chapter of Moby-fucking-Dick before despairing.
So. People-watching at the mall it is.
It’s surprisingly not all that terrible an activity, apart from discovering which teachers are suddenly very passionate about jazzercise—a sight Eddie could’ve blissfully lived the rest of his life without seeing.
There’s also the confirmation that the Starcourt commercial he saw was not a vivid hallucination—that Scoops Ahoy is, in fact, real.
And so are the ridiculous sailor outfits.
Well, I’ll be damned, Eddie thinks.
Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington are an incredibly unlikely duo. It’s like the universe abandoned all sense, spun a wheel and paired them up just for the fun of it.
When he joins the line for ice-cream, Eddie initially thinks he’ll find the whole thing laughable: seeing people forced to work together when usually the laws of the universe (and Hawkins High) would keep them as far apart as possible.
Biromantic/Grey-romantic Asexual. White. She/They. Thirty(+), dirty, and dying. I am a Tumblr Old One. You can find me here (august_justice) on AO3. Icon credit to userbabygirl. Header credit to finalgalnancywheeler.
