Eddie Munson Imagines

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Steve x Eddie

Today has been complete shit. First my van break down this morning causing me to be late to school because I had to fix it which normally that wouldn't be a problem but all because of that fucking van, I lost one of my good customers. You would think being late one time wouldn't make them that mad but hey, sometimes people have short tempers... Well actually a lot of them have bad tempers. The second thing that happened was when I actually got to school I realized that the little work I had actually done I left at home. After the van and customer incident everything has been getting to me. I'm walking to my locker when someone runs into me.

"Watch it, freak."

Oh great, Jason... Amazing.

"Watch it, jock."

"Excuse me? What the hell did you just say to me?"

"What? Jason you ran into me then got mad at me for it. How about you look up instead of constantly checking to see if your shoes are on the right feet."

"Oh I know this freak isn't talking to me like this."

Jason acts quickly, grabbing me by my collar and shoving me against the lockers. See, as a 'freak' of the school, if anyone popular tries to fight me and I fight back then I immediately get blamed for it. Amazing isn't it? I guess being popular has its perks.

He raises his right hand and hits me, after a few more hits, someone pulls him off of me and pushes him against the lockers.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

"GET OFF OF ME HE STARTED IT!!"

I look and see that it's Steve Harrington. Why the fuck is Steve trying to help me?

I feel something drip down my chin, it doesn't take a smart person to figure out it's blood. I scoff and just start walking away. I go to the bathroom to clean up and after a few minutes the door opens and Steve walks in.

"I knew you'd be in here."

"What do you want Harrington?"

"Why do you think I want something?"

"Why would I think that you didn't?"

"Fair enough. I wanted to apologize on behalf of Jason."

"Well don't."

"Too late, I already did."

"Well your apology doesn't matter to me."

"Then what will?"

"Nothing- why are you stepping closer to me?" He continues stepping towards me until my back hits the wall.

"Do you want me to back off?"

No. I don't because I've liked him for fucking ages but he''s a jock. People like him don't fuck with people like me.

"You don't like me."

"Said who?"

"Me. Jocks don't like freaks remember?"

"Who says I like being a jock?"

"You're still not even supposed to be talking to me."

He's still standing directly in front of me.

"I got Jason off of you for a reason."

He puts his hand on the side of my face.

"Harrington what are you doing?"

"What do you think Munson?"

Before i can think of anything to say he leans forward and connects his lips to my own. After the shock goes away, I begin to kiss him back.

I'm kissing Steve Harrington- THE Steve Harrington. Oh my god oh my god oh my god.