a steddie request eddie invites a few people to an open mic night and makes sure steve sings something, and they are both really into each other singing ty
Sorry that I have become obsessed with the idea of Steve singing Cherry Bomb at the top of his lungs like his life depends on it (maybe in my head this is his Vecna song what of it). I think it would absolutely send Eddie into a whole spiral because that is NOT what Steve usually listens to and that is NOT the vibe he expected for the evening here. This was a fun little break between two very serious requests and I hope you all enjoy something fun and cute! - Mickala ❤️
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Steve hated karaoke. He hated watching it, he hated performing, he hated that he was usually in a loud bar when it happened.
But Robin insisted he come, insisted that Eddie wanted him there, and it would be “fun.”
And maybe if he’d been drinking, it would have at least been entertaining. It wasn’t.
Drunk girl after drunk girl took the stage, all of them butchering Joan Jett and Cyndi Lauper and ABBA.
Steve was extra mad about the ABBA.
But he was trying to let it go, trying to relax. Robin was having a blast, Eddie was having a blast, even Nancy had put her name on the list to sing.
Eddie wanted everyone to sing something, but Steve had avoided putting his name on the list so far.
Or he thought he did.
“Steve Harrington!”
The announcer said in the mic.
Nope. No. Not happening. Whoever did this was going to die.
He shook his head and glared at Robin.
“I’m not getting up there.”
“Come on! Eddie wants you to!”
“Why should he want me to? Why isn’t he going?”
“I am going. Right after you,” Eddie said from behind him, an annoying and attractive smirk in place.
“You should take my turn.”
“No, you should have a little fun.”
“This isn’t fun for me.”
Eddie shrugged.
“Okay.”
But the way he walked over to his seat, not quite pouting, but close to it, had Steve already reconsidering.
His stupid cute face and his stupid excitement and stupid sad puppy eyes when his hopes and dreams got dashed.
Ugh.
Steve stood up.
“Fine!” He threw his arms up and started walking towards the stage area.
He heard everyone talking behind him, and when he looked back, Eddie’s smile was huge.
That alone was worth it, he supposed.
He approached the announcer, hands in his pockets.
“What song did he sign me up for?”
“Cherry Bomb.”
“Of course.”
Steve couldn’t even be that mad.
It was a good choice, underrated for karaoke, and one of Steve’s favorites.
Eddie knew that, but no one else did.
“You know the words or do you need the sheet?”
“I know the words, thanks.”
Steve could probably sing this song backwards.
He stepped on the stage, walked to the mic, and waved to the group he came with. He would get this over with, finish his drink, and head home. Simple as that.
Eddie was beaming back at him, and when the music started, Steve felt nerves hit him.
Everyone in the bar cheered when the music started, including Robin.
Something in Steve shifted when he started singing. He felt like he needed to commit completely, put on the best performance he possibly could. Make Eddie proud.
So he started getting into it, growling into the mic and throwing his head back, letting his hips move in ways he usually reserved for the bedroom.
It was very ridiculous, but it was worth it to see Eddie’s reaction.
His jaw was wide open, eyes barely blinking. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Steve, even when his friend Gareth tried to nudge him.
Steve didn’t think about it, didn’t want to let himself hope that somehow Eddie might actually have feelings for him.
As soon as he finished the song, his adrenaline levels crashed.
His hands shook as he left the stage, and his vision blurred around the edges. He walked straight to the bathroom, barely registering the announcer calling for Nancy.
He needed a moment.
But he didn’t get one.
The bathroom door crashed open just as he was leaning over the sink to splash some cold water on his face.
Robin was standing there, hands on her hips, scowl on her face.
“You broke Eddie!”
“What?”
“He can’t even get up. He’s broken.”
“How is that my fault?”
“You were like…sexy or something.”
Steve snorted.
“Don’t hurt yourself.”
“I don’t know! He hasn’t moved and hasn’t spoken. He’s broken.”
Steve splashed his face carefully, didn’t want to spend the rest of the night soaked. The cold water helped him calm down and regain some feeling in his extremities.
“He’s the one who signed me. He’s the one who picked the song.”
“I don’t think he would’ve if he knew you’d go full Freddie Mercury up there.”
Steve rolled his eyes.
“I did not.”
“You did! For someone who didn’t even wanna come, you sure gave 120%.”
“I just sang the song. I got it over with. I might head out actually.”
“Before Eddie sings?”
“You just said he was broken.”
Robin huffed, crossing her arms against her chest.
“Can you just come out there and watch?”
Steve knew he had to. He couldn’t just leave, not after that, not after Eddie reacted that way.
“Okay.”
His shoulders fell, and he settled himself in for a long night.
They both made their way back out to the table where everyone was watching Nancy completely butcher Blondie. It was fine when she did it, she was having fun and she deserved to have fun. They all did.
Robin sat in the end seat, forcing him to sit next to a suspiciously still Eddie.
They didn’t look at each other, but their thighs were so close, Steve could feel the heat coming from his body.
He was going to die.
He hadn’t even told Robin he liked Eddie yet, had barely come to terms with it himself. Not only did he have an entire crisis about liking a man, but that man was Eddie.
That crisis was actually worse.
Steve watched Eddie’s fingers drum on the table in front of them, not going to the beat of the song wrapping up.
“Alright everyone! Got a real treat for you next! Eddie Munson’s gonna play and sing for us tonight!”
There were some cheers, most of which came from their own table, as Eddie stood up and hustled over to the accouncer, who was handing him an acoustic guitar.
Eddie didn’t usually play acoustic, did he?
What was happening?
Everyone at the table was staring at Steve.
What was happening?
“Hi everyone. Thanks for letting me break the rules a bit for karaoke,” Eddie said softly into the mic, nothing like his usual big personality coming through.
He was usually comfortable on stage, not scared to be even more over the top. This wasn’t like him at all.
Steve felt like he might puke and he didn’t even know why.
Eddie strummed a few times, wincing when he realized it was a bit out of tune.
“Sorry, just give me a second to tune it.”
Everyone seemed patient, mostly curious as to what he could possibly be doing.
And then Eddie started playing for real. It took everyone in the bar a minute to really know what he was playing, but when he started singing, Steve melted.
Eddie Munson was playing an acoustic version of Time After Time in a packed bar. And he was looking at Steve while he sang.
Steve couldn’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed over the attention, he was too busy being completely in love.
Eddie was a metalhead through and through, made fun of all of Steve’s music frequently, and never seemed to like anything that didn’t have wild guitar solos.
But if he was performing this song on his own up there, that meant he’d not only been listening to it a lot, but also teaching himself the guitar for it and the words.
Steve knew it was for him. It was obvious it was for him.
Everyone in this bar would probably figure out it was for him if they followed Eddie’s gaze.
That was a risk, but Steve honestly didn’t care right now.
Robin squeezed his knee, smiling over at him like she knew.
“Oh my God.”
“What?” She asked innocently.
“You knew. That’s why you dragged me here. That’s why you made me come back out of the bathroom.”
Robin shrugged.
Did everyone in their group know?
He looked around at them, everyone’s smirking faces pointed right at him.
These motherfuckers knew.
“You guys are…okay? With it?”
He couldn’t help but ask, his eyes focused back on Eddie so he didn’t have to see any type of disgust or disappointment on their faces.
“Dude, Eddie has had the hots for you for so long, I kinda forgot you weren’t into men for a while. It just felt like you two were dancing around each other, ya know?” Gareth replied from the end of the table.
No, he didn’t. He didn’t think he’d ever been obvious, often putting extra space between himself and Eddie when he felt like he would do something stupid like kiss him.
“You are into him though, right? He’s not doing this for no reason?” Jonathan added, suddenly concerned that Eddie was making a fool of himself for nothing.
“No, I’m into him. Unfortunately,” Steve replied, eyes focusing back on the way Eddie managed to hit the high notes.
As he finished, the crowd gave a standing ovation, probably just glad he hadn’t gotten up there to sing Black Sabbath or something like he usually did.
Steve watched as he handed the guitar back to the announcer and slowly turned to look back at the table.
The announcer was saying someone’s name, but Steve didn’t hear it.
The way Eddie was looking at him.
He stood up and started walking towards the bathroom again, hoped Eddie would be smart enough to follow him.
He was.
The moment the bathroom door closed behind Eddie, Steve was on him, his lips meeting Eddie’s like they were magnets.
Eddie groaned into it, his hands grasping at Steve’s hips and pulling him impossibly closer, pushing their hips together until all they could feel was each other.
When they finally came apart, just enough to rest their foreheads together, Eddie huffed out a laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“If I knew singing Cyndi Lauper would get you, I would have done this a year ago.”
Steve rolled his eyes and leaned in for another kiss.
They started to get carried away again, Steve’s hands running up Eddie’s chest and settling over his heart.
“You always make fun of my music.”
“Because it’s terrible music.”
“But you just sang it in front of about 100 people.”
“I sang it in front of you. Other people were just there.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“But I’m your idiot. Right?”
He suddenly looked nervous, like he spoke too soon or assumed too much.
“Of course you are. I’m so stupidly in love with you, I can’t let you be anyone else’s idiot,” Steve said, leaning in for another kiss.
“You love me? Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously.”
“Holy shit.”
Steve smacked his chest gently.
“Do you love me back or am I just here to confess my stupid feelings in a bar bathroom alone?”
“I just sang Cyndi Lauper in front of 100 people for you. I think it’s clear I love you.”
Steve smirked.
“Good.”
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For flirty boyfriend Eddie, what are your thoughts on him using every opportunity he gets to compliment or drop a cheesy pick up line on you no matter how long you’ve been dating?
This man LIVES for flirting. He was definitely coy about it before you were dating, he used one to ask you on a date—it was such a fucking stupid pick up line—but he was comfortable enough with you to pull it out, even brought raisins to snack on for the bit, offering you one, “Care for a raisin?”
Your nose scrunches up, “No, I’m good.”
But Eddie’s not done yet. He’ll actually never be done with you, “What? Don’t like them?”
“They’re alright, not my favorite thing.”
“What about a date?” His grin is so big, teeth flashing as he delivers the punchline and you can’t not smile like some dork in love even though it was stupid, it made your heart sputter. “Did you get my joke?”
“Yes, Eddie.”
“Okay, just checking. Sooooo, you gonna go out with me?”
“Yes, Eddie.”
“Okay, just checking again.”
After he knows you’re interested and after he secures you???? He has no filter. None. He will pull out every cheesy line he’s got. He’s a man of opportunity, so if you set yourself up for him to drop you a line, he’s doing it. I’ve already got this headcanon that he’s pretty much a slightly edgier version of Duckie Dale, so not only is he making it his life’s mission to flirt with you until you can’t think about anyone but him, he’s also serenading you in public (that scene was iconic and made me fall in love with Duckie). You two would be at the mall, walking past the fountain and he’d let go of your hand only to run up and jump on top of the fountain, singing out Rick Astley’s “Together Forever” (he actually hates that song and Rick Astley, but he’s tryna get his point across) at the top of his lungs.
When you finally manage to get him down, he’s still singing while you drag him away, “TOGETHER FOREVER AND NEVER TO PART, TOGETHER FOREVER WITH YOU!”
Then he somehow ends up being the one in control, twirling you around towards the exit rather than dragging, “AND DON’T YOU KNOW I WOULD MOVE HEAVEN AND EARTH TO BE TOGETHER FOREVER WITH YOOOOUUU!”
He pretends nothing happened the moment you get in the van. He won’t deny it when you bring it up to your friends because 1.) he doesn’t care, he’s getting laid; 2.) he already entertained the idea of gaslighting the memories out of you but he doesn’t plan on stopping his randomly timed romantic outbursts so there’s no point and 3.) he knows you actually really, really love it.
Eddie likes watching you too, admiring you, you’re not even doing anything special. Could be flipping through a magazine, reading a book and you still got him kicking his feet in the air, hands in his palms. “Oh, how I love thee. Let me count the ways,” then he proceeds to list literally every single thing about you, from how pretty your hair is, to your eyes and the way you’re rolling them at him right then, how pretty you look when you blush and exist, likes that thing you do with your tongue in his mouth and on his cock, how good you smell, loves your kisses and how often you’ll take the time to straddle him and just plaster them all over his face just because, how loved you make him feel, how you’re the reason why he didn’t care about learning Frankie’s (Corroded Coffin’s drummer, who Eddie alternated for when he couldn’t make it) drum solos because the only thing he wanted to bang was you—you threw your magazine at him for that one—and then to shut him up you smother his face in kisses again.
This isn’t even really flirty but I need to state that he definitely has his hand up for a high-five after sex.
Eddie passes you notes at school with little compliments written on them, more often than not they’re a little dirty—and then he immediately looks away and pretends it wasn’t him when you turn back to look at him after the crumpled up piece of paper is tossed on your desk, or falls out of your locker.
They go something like:
'You look really pretty in that dress, bet it would look better on my bedroom floor though :) also I want to bite your thigh, I love you ‘kay bye'
'I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you walk away cause your ass is F I N E, wanna bite that too'
'Is robin teaching you how to play the trumpet??? cause you’re making me all horny and shit'
'I can tell you spent a long time on your hair, can’t wait to ruin it for you, my love'
'I cut my finger :( kiss it better?'
when you follow through on that one, you get:
'Your kiss is pretty magical baby, made my finger feel better! :D That being said, I’d like to let you know my penis hurts'
Yeah, you follow up on that one, too. Every note is signed off with a heart that’s got devil horns and a tail. It’s also on fire.
He’s really in love with you, there’s no coming back from it and since he’s a man of affection, he’s gonna make sure you know as often as he can :’)
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