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Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson Answer the Web’s Most Searched Questions | WIRED
Accomplished front man of famous metal band Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson, sits down with Hollywood’s latest heartthrob and longtime friend, Steve Harrington, to answer some of Google’s most searched questions. While promoting their new movie, Secrets of the Sun, the unlikely pair have some surprising answers to questions about life, love, and their futures.
This is WIRED’s Autocomplete Interview
“Are you nervous?” Steve asks him, leaning over in his chair.
“Are you kidding?” Eddie answers, twisting the rings on his fingers. “This is like the fifth one of these we’ve done today.”
Steve shrugs with a small smile and sits back in his chair.
“Why?” Eddie asks, squinting at Steve. “Are you?”
Steve looks over at him with a raised brow. “Be serious.”
“Liar,” Eddie teases with a hint of a smile.
He faces forward to the camera and the crew in the studio, all ready and waiting with the recording light already turned on.
Show time.
“Hi,” Steve starts, smiling at the camera with his hands clasped in his lap. “I’m Eddie Munson.”
“And I’m Steve Harrington,” Eddie says with a grin, trying not to laugh already.
“And we’re doing the WIRED Autocomplete Interview.”
He looks over at Steve, hiding his smile behind his hand. Eddie’s wearing a simple black t-shirt with two silver chains, black ripped skinny jeans, and his favorite white sneakers.
Steve’s wearing this dark blue shirt the studio put him in this morning, with the top button undone and the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He’s wearing relaxed jeans and Nikes on his lower half, and his only accessory is the same boring watch he wears every single day, but his hair is perfectly styled and the little bit of makeup the production team put on him makes him look good.
Really good.
“What?”
Eddie blinks and realizes he was staring.
“Did I say it wrong?” Steve asks.
Eddie just laughs.
One of the crew members steps out from behind the camera and hands a large poster board square with questions on it to Steve. He stares at it for a minute with a furrowed brow.
“So, do I hold this or…” Steve asks, frowning down at the prop card with the Google logo in his hands. The top line reads, What Eddie Munson.
“Yeah, you can hold it,” Eddie tells him.
“But this one’s yours.”
“Yeah, you can hold mine while I answer, and then we’ll switch.”
“Oh,” Steve shrugs. “Okay.”
Eddie blinks “Have you never seen one of these videos before?”
“Not…” Steve squints at the questions on the card. “Not these ones, no.”
He looks up at the production team behind the camera.
“Sorry,” he winces.
“Oh my God,” Eddie groans, rubbing at his forehead. “Okay, well—I’m going first, so you’ll figure it out.”
“O-kay,” Steve tells him, and before Eddie has time to stop him, Steve rips the paper off the first question. “Oh. That’s an easy one.”
“What is Eddie Munson’s guitar?” Eddie reads off the card. He turns his head to grin at the camera. “It’s a red and black Warlock NJ Series electric guitar.”
“A-K-A his most prized possession,” Steve adds.
“Pretty much.”
Steve peels the paper off the next question. “What is Eddie Munson’s real name?”
“It’s Edward,” Eddie deadpans. “Edward Munson.”
Steve wrinkles his nose. “You’re so not an Edward.”
“And that’s why I don’t go by my real name,” Eddie laughs, peeling off the next strip of paper. “What does Eddie Munson look like now?” He frowns.
“Same as always—” Steve jumps in when Eddie doesn’t answer right away, “—handsome.”
“Now?” Eddie’s brow furrows. “What does that even mean? I’m only twenty-eight, I can’t look that old, can I?”
“I wonder if this is from last year,” Steve muses, tapping his fingers on the edge of the cardboard prop card. “Remember when that rumor went around that you shaved your head? I bet people were googling this trying to get a look.”
“Oh yeah,” Eddie says slowly, scratching his chin.
“Dark times,” Steve teases.
“Not for me—because I didn’t shave my head.”
“Not for you, no, but for the rest of us, thinking you did.”
Eddie dramatically pushes some of his hair behind his shoulder and fluffs it out with a headshake.
Steve laughs a little, then peels the next strip of paper. “What Eddie Munson song is the best?”
“I don’t have any songs,” Eddie answers honestly to the camera. “My band has two albums with a third on the way—preorder available March 29th—and I think all of our songs are pretty great.”
Steve nods along. “But Head Above Water is the best.”
“But that is the—wait what did you say?” Eddie asks, smiling over at Steve. “Did you say Head Above Water?”
“Yeah, that one’s my favorite,” Steve says honestly.
Eddie stares at him, tongue in cheek.
“…That’s just the only one you know.”
“True!” Steve jokes, reaching down and dropping the cardboard prop card to the floor. “What’s next?”
Eddie makes grabby hands at the new prop card as a production assistant hands it over to him.
“Okay, here we go,” Eddie says on an exhale, settling back in his seat with the card.
Steve leans over in his chair, his chin propped up in one hand with his elbow sitting on the arm rest.
“What is…” Eddie starts to say, peeling back the strip of paper, “…Steve Harrington’s middle name?”
“You know this one,” Steve says to him.
“I do know this one,” Eddie says back. “It’s Christopher.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Next question,” Eddie muses, peeling back another strip of paper. “What was Steve Harrington’s first movie?”
Steve just smiles at him, a lazy tug of the corners of his mouth with his chin still in his hand. “Do you know this one?”
Eddie licks his lips, thinking about it for a moment. “I think—no.”
“No?”
“I know…” Eddie taps his chin. “Your first movie as an actor was Red Riverbanks, but…”
“Yeah,” Steve tells him with a genuine smile. “You got it.”
“…but you were in a few before that as a stunt double. I think.”
Steve beams at him. “Yeah! Wow you’re on your game today, Munson.”
“What was your first movie for that?”
“It was a small, indie film called Yesterday’s Girlfriend, that nobody ever saw,” Steve says with a laugh. “Good movie though.”
“Do you still do stunt work?” Eddie asks. “Like, do they let you do your own on set?”
“No, the studios say it’s a liability,” Steve answers with a disappointed head shake. “I miss it though, sometimes.”
Eddie hums in acknowledgement, waiting a beat before tearing the paper and looking at the next question.
He grins.
“What hair products does Steve Harrington use?” he asks, his voice teasing. “I think everybody in America wants an answer to this question. Possibly even the world.”
Steve huffs out a laugh and runs a nervous hand through his hair, like he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. “That’s between me and my hair and makeup team.”
“Oh, come on,” Eddie teases. “Not even a hint for the viewers at home?”
“Nope.”
“Fine,” Eddie deadpans, then holds the prop card up between his head and Steve’s, blocking himself from the other man’s view. He whispers, conspiratorially, “I know the answer.”
“No, you don’t,”
“Yes, I do.”
Steve lowers the card between them and glares at Eddie over the top of it.
“But I won’t tell,” Eddie says to the camera seriously, then raises the card again, whispering, “I will for the right price.”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Next question?”
“Sure,” Eddie says, going back to the interview like nothing happened. “What is Steve Harrington doing now?”
Steve gives his best posed smile to the camera. “Promoting this movie we’re in called Secrets of the Sun, it’s in theaters March tenth—and you should all go see it.”
“Well, you’re in it,” Eddie tells him, laying a hand on Steve’s arm. “You’re the actor. I’m in one scene.”
Steve frowns at him. “Not true.”
Eddie waves him off. “I have a small cameo with the band, and that’s it.”
“Eddie,” Steve sighs. “We have like, three scenes together.”
“And two of them got cut.”
“One of them got cut for time.”
“Same thing,” Eddie teases, flipping the card over his head and waiting to hear it hit the ground with a thud.
A production assistant tries to hand Steve the next card off camera, but he’s not looking at it.
“You gotta give yourself more credit than that,” he tells Eddie, holding his gaze.
“Steve.”
“No, I’m serious, Eddie. You were good in the movie.”
Eddie stares at him for a moment, reading the sincerity on his face. “Thanks, man.”
Steve smiles softly at him, a sparkle in his eye.
Eddie points just past his shoulder. “Now get us the next card.”
“Right,” Steve says, taking the prop card from the production assistant. “Sorry.”
Eddie leans back in his chair and crosses his legs, an almost bored smile playing on his face.
“Who Eddie Munson,” Steve reads off the top. “This should be good.”
Eddie bites his lip.
“Who is Eddie Munson?” Steve reads as he peels back the piece of paper covering the words. He looks at the camera with a lopsided grin. “Who is Eddie Munson, let’s see… He’s a musician, he’s an accomplished songwriter, he’s in a band—Corroded Coffin for those of you living under a rock…”
Eddie laughs, pulling a piece of hair in front of his face, covering his smile.
“What else…” Steve muses, tapping his fingers on his chair and looking over at Eddie. “He’s a good friend, a good person, he’s… one of the best people I’ve ever known—and he can’t cook for shit.”
“Fuck off,” Eddie says through a laugh, lightly kicking at Steve’s ankles. “Yes I can.”
“Toast doesn’t count.”
“Maybe not for you.”
“Not for anyone,” Steve tells him, shaking his head with a fond smile.
Eddie waves him off. “Next question.”
“Who are…” Steve starts, peeling back the paper, “…Eddie Munson’s band mates?”
“Aw, what a nice question,” Eddie teases. “The boys are gonna hate it.”
Steve snorts.
“Okay, so we got Jeff on guitar,” Eddie starts listing, counting them out on his fingers. “We have Grant on bass, and then we have Gareth on the drums.”
“And you.”
“And me,” Eddie agrees. “On vocals and lead guitar.”
“Great guys,” Steve adds. “All of them.”
“They’re alright,” Eddie teases with a shrug.
Steve rolls his eyes, then looks back at the prop card and starts to reveal the next question. “Who… manages Eddie Munson’s social media?”
“Me!” Eddie pipes up with a smile.
“Unfortunately,” Steve agrees.
“My agent’s been trying to get me to give her my reddit password for years.”
“He won’t budge.”
“No, I will not.”
Steve laughs softly. “Remember when she tried to rebrand your twitter account?”
“Yeah, she fucking guessed my twitter password!” Eddie cries out. “I mean—who does that?”
“Better her than someone else,” Steve muses, tearing the next piece of paper off the board. “Who is… Eddie Munson’s… roommate?”
Eddie laughs and furrows his brow. “Seriously?”
“Kind of a personal question.”
“A very personal question, but I’ll allow it,” Eddie says with a slight head shake. “It’s my uncle.”
“Wayne,” Steve adds, drawing out the vowel.
“Yes, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie smiles.
“He’s the man.”
“I grew up with him,” Eddie explains to the camera. “I lived in his trailer back in Indiana until I moved to California, and now he lives with me in LA.”
“When you’re there.”
“When I’m there.”
“You tour a lot.”
“I do,” Eddie nods.
Steve tosses the completed question card to the side, careful not to hit anyone or anything.
“Enough about me, let’s talk more about you,” Eddie jokes, grabbing the next question card for Steve.
“Let’s not and say we did,” Steve mumbles.
“First up,” Eddie starts. “Who does Steve Harrington play in Secrets of the Sun?”
“I play the bad guy,” Steve says with an exaggerated pout.
“No—”
“Yeah,” he cuts Eddie off. “I mean, that’s what he is.”
“No, but…” Eddie tilts his head to the side. “He’s not really bad, he’s just…”
“Not the guy who gets the girl in the end.”
Eddie pretends to be shocked. “Spoiler alert!”
“I mean…” Steve shrugs with a tight-lipped smile. “It’s pretty obvious.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes it is,” Steve laughs softly, pointing to himself. “Who would wanna date this guy?”
“Oh, stop that,” Eddie tells him, reaching over and grabbing his hand. “Lots of people.”
“Aw, well,” Steve mutters, trying to brush it off, but Eddie doesn’t let go. “That’s sweet.”
Eddie winks at him. “I’m a sweet guy.”
Steve snorts and drops his hand.
Eddie doesn’t miss a beat, just goes to tear off the paper covering the next question.
“Who did Steve Harrington used to date?”
“Uh, a couple people,” Steve says honestly, wringing his hands together. “But I’m guessing this is probably about Nancy, so—Nancy Wheeler. Dated her for about a year? Didn’t work out, but we’re still good friends.”
“That’s true,” Eddie adds, nodding. “We’re both big Nancy fans.”
“She’s a great, great actress.”
“I think I’ve seen… almost every single one of her movies.”
“What?” Steve says with his jaw hanging open. “You’ve seen more of her movies than you’ve seen mine, haven’t you?”
“Her filmography is like, triple the length of yours, babe,” Eddie deadpans. “But yes.”
“Asshole,” Steve mutters under his breath with a grin.
“Moving on,” Eddie says with a flourish, tearing the paper off the board. “Oh.”
Steve tilts his head. “What?”
“Who is Steve Harrington’s father?”
Steve blinks. “Uh, Christopher Harrington…” He rubs at the back of his neck, then adds, “That’s where I get my middle name from.”
“And not much else,” Eddie mutters, probably not as quietly as he should have. “Next question!”
He tears the paper off quickly.
“Who is Steve Harrington’s best friend?” Eddie reads, then looks at the camera and points to himself with a smile. “Me.”
“Him,” Steve adds, pointing at Eddie.
They both pause—then laugh.
“No, it’s not me,” Eddie admits, trying to hide his grin behind his hand.
“No,” Steve admits. “Eddie’s one of my closest friends, but…”
Eddie looks over at him. “Robin.”
“Yeah, Robin,” Steve says with a wide smile. “The head of my hair and makeup team, Robin Buckley, she’s my best friend.”
“You guys go way back.”
“Yeah, we worked our first gigs together, back in the day,” Steve muses, scratching his chin. “She was actually the one who got me my first acting role.”
“Really?”
Steve nods. “She was working on this limited series gig, and one of the… brothers of the best friend, or something? I don’t remember—the actor for one of the very minor characters dropped out last minute, and she told the director that she had a friend who could act the part and be on set in fifteen minutes—and he said okay.”
“And that was that?”
“That was the start of it all,” Steve tells him. “I think I had three lines.”
“Incredible,” Eddie says with a grin. He flings the completed question card towards the camera. “What’s next?”
“How Eddie Munson,” Steve reads from the top line of the new prop card he’s handed. “I don’t know how Eddie Munson; he just does.”
“I don’t know either,” Eddie grins. “If you figure it out, let me know.”
“Okay, ready?” Steve asks, hands hovering over the board until Eddie nods. He reads off the first question. “How many instruments can Eddie Munson play?”
“Two,” Eddie answers.
“Two, really?” Steve frowns. “I thought it was more than that.”
“Well, it’s two that I can like, actually play, and play well,” Eddie elaborates. “That’s guitar and piano, but I know a little bit of bass, and I’m trying to teach myself how to play the drums right now.”
“How does Gareth feel about that?”
“He hates that I mostly do it on his drums.”
Steve laughs. “Well, I say you play three instruments, because you sing too.”
“Barely,” Eddie jokes, then catches Steve’s glare. “But thank you.”
“Next question,” Steve moves on. “How can I meet Eddie Munson?”
“Come to our shows!” Eddie says to the camera. “The boys and I are getting ready to go on tour this summer, and tickets are on sale now. I think we have meet and greet options too? But I don’t know if that’s only for some venues.”
“Go see Corroded Coffin,” Steve adds, “you won’t regret it.”
“You might regret it.”
“Probably,” he teases, then pulls the paper off the next question. “Aha! Finally—how does Eddie Munson’s hair do that?”
Eddie flips his hair over his shoulder again. “All natural, babe.”
“Yeah,” Steve muses, sitting back in his chair and staring at it. “I’m jealous of it.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I kind of am.”
Eddie picks up some strands of hair. “You’d rather have this mane?”
“Well, I don’t know if I could wear it as long as you do,” Steve tells him, reaching over to touch the ends of Eddie’s hair. “I think I’d get tired of it.”
“It is a lot,” Eddie nods.
“Yeah.”
“But it’s worth it.”
“I just really like the curls,” Steve adds, playing with Eddie’s hair again. “I wish my hair did something like that naturally.”
“Yeah, but you’ve got your own cool hair thing going on,” Eddie tells him, waving a hand around his head.
Steve just smiles and tears off the next strip of paper. “How tall is Eddie Munson?”
“Five eleven,” Eddie answers, at the exact same time that Steve says, “Five ten.”
Eddie’s head whips over to look at him. “STEVE!”
“You are!” Steve laughs.
“I am not.”
“Your Wikipedia page says you’re five eleven,” Steve tells him. “But you’re not.”
Eddie squints at him. “…What does your page say?”
“Mine says I’m six feet.”
“Ha!” Eddie says with an exaggerated laugh. “You are so not six feet.”
“No, I’m five eleven,” Steve admits. “Which is how I know you’re five ten.”
“We’re the same height!” Eddie argues.
“Eddie,” Steve deadpans. “No, we are not.”
Eddie jumps out of his chair. “Stand up.”
“Eddie—”
“Stand. Up.”
Steve stands with a long sigh, shaking his head as Eddie turns him around so they’re standing back-to-back.
“Who’s taller?” Eddie asks the crew. “And hair doesn’t count.”
One of the production assistants comes into frame and puts a hand on top of their heads, feeling the difference in height.
“It’s… Steve.”
“Dammit!” Eddie jokes, falling dramatically back into his chair.
“I told you,” Steve says, running a hand through his slightly flatter hair and pushing it back into place.
“Whatever,” Eddie waves him off, puffing up his chest and straightening his shoulders. “I’m still… bigger than you.”
Steve arches a brow, biting back a smile. “What the hell does that mean?”
“You know, like…” Eddie motions to his torso. “In the shoulders and stuff.”
Steve tilts his head to the side with a knowing grin. “Oh really?”
Eddie blinks. “…No, wait, I take it back—”
Steve holds up one hand, his palm facing Eddie. “Give me your hand.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Eddie sighs, dropping his chin. “Are you really gonna make me do this on camera?”
“You brought it up!”
Eddie rolls his eyes, but holds up his hand anyways, laying his palm flat against Steve’s.
Steve grins when his hand dwarfs Eddie’s, almost able to curl his fingers over the tips of Eddie’s.
“Moving on!” Eddie exclaims, snatching his hand back and taking the question card with it, flinging it somewhere behind him in the process. “Give me another Steve one.”
Someone hands him a question card and Eddie settles in his seat.
Steve doesn’t move, just sits there with an easy smile on his face and lets Eddie read the card.
“Okay, Steve Harrington speed round, you ready?” he asks no one in particular. “How old is Steve Harrington?”
Steve opens his mouth to answer, but Eddie does it for him.
“Twenty-six, but he’ll be twenty-seven next month,” Eddie says to the camera before tearing off the next strip of paper. “How does Steve Harrington stay in shape? Easy—he goes to the gym, and he doesn’t eat ice cream.”
“Hey!” Steve interjects. “Yes I do!”
“Almost never.”
“Not every night like some people.”
“Sounds like torture,” Eddie muses, ready for the next question. “How many awards does Steve Harrington have? Well, let’s see, he has a gold medal for the high school boys 200-meter backstroke—”
“Eddie.”
“—he has an Emmy—”
“True.”
“—and I’m like, a thousand percent certain he’s gonna get at least nominated for an Oscar with this movie.”
Steve’s eyes go wide, bulging out of his head. “Eddie.”
“Yell at me all you want,” Eddie tells him easily, “just make sure to include me in your acceptance speech.”
Steve drops his head to his hands, a bright blush creeping up on his cheeks. “Oh my God.”
“How is Steve Harrington single?” Eddie reads off the next question, then grins at the camera. “Who says he is?”
Steve just shakes his head, still dropped in his hands, and Eddie winks at the camera.
“How is Steve Harrington…” Eddie trails off, expecting there to be more to that question, but it stops there. “Huh.”
The lack of an answer is enough for Steve to pick his head up finally, taking a deep breath and shaking his head at Eddie. “What’s the question?”
Eddie looks over at him, very serious. “How is Steve Harrington today?”
“Uh, I’m… good,” Steve answers honestly.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Because you look…” Eddie pauses, tilting his head to one side and studying Steve. “You look like you’re hungry.”
“Oh my God, man, I’m fucking starving,” Steve groans, tipping his head backwards. “Can we get food after this?”
“Absolutely,” Eddie says with conviction, tossing the question card somewhere off to the side.
“Okay, what we do we have here,” Steve muses, taking the next question card and holding it up. “Is Eddie Munson…”
“I can only imagine what these are gonna be.”
Steve rips off the first strip of paper. “Is Eddie Munson—from Indiana?”
“Yes,” Eddie answers to the camera with a smile. “I am from Hawkins, Indiana.”
“Me too,” Steve adds.
“Yeah, I don’t know if people know that,” Eddie tells him, looking over at Steve. “We actually went to the same high school.”
“Yeah.”
“And—around the same time too. Like I knew… who you were.”
“You graduated a year… before me?” Steve asks, trying to remember.
“After you,” Eddie corrects him.
“Oh.”
“Because, well…”
“Yeah,” Steve nods, “we don’t have to get into it.”
Eddie nods with a grateful breath.
“Is Eddie Munson…” Steve starts, tearing off the next piece of paper. His mouth twitches. “Is Eddie Munson in—”
And then he bursts out laughing.
Eddie rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh as Steve tries to catch his breath, doubled over at the waist and cackling.
“Are you guys for real with this?” Eddie asks the camera. “Is Eddie Munson in Corroded Coffin? Seriously?”
Steve laughs again, wiping the tears from his eyes.
“It’s my band!” Eddie cries out, waving his arms in the air. “Okay, technically not mine alone, but I started it! When I was seventeen!”
“Oh my God,” Steve wheezes, still trying to catch his breath. “That was the funniest thing I’ve ever read.”
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mumbles, wiping at his mouth. “Do people seriously google that?”
“I don’t know,” Steve says with a grin. “I hope so.”
“You’re the worst.”
“You love me.”
“Only sometimes.”
Steve pouts as he tears the paper off the next question, but his face relaxes into a smile when he reads it out loud. “Is Eddie Munson a nice guy?”
“No,” Eddie answers.
“Yes,” Steve admits.
“I’m mean and scary.”
“You are a teddy bear.”
“Are you trying to single handedly ruin my image in one interview?”
“Definitely,” Steve tells him, then moves on to the next question. “Is Eddie Munson single?”
They both look at the camera.
They both answer in unison.
“No.”
They give no further explanation.
“Is Eddie Munson…” Steve reads, tearing off the paper on the next question, “…related to Eddie Van Halen?”
“God, I wish,” Eddie answers honestly.
“You do kinda look like him,” Steve muses.
“Yeah.”
“When he was younger, with the—” Steve waves a hand around his head, “—big hair and everything.”
“I actually get this question a lot,” Eddie tells him. “But I don’t know why people started putting us together in the first place.”
“I mean,” Steve shrugs. “You do have the same name.”
“First name.”
“And you both play guitar.”
“So do a lot of people.”
“And…” Steve pauses, letting out a slow breath. “Honestly, it’s gotta be the hair.”
“It’s always the hair,” Eddie teases to the camera, then rolling his head to the side and winking at Steve. “Isn’t that right, babe?”
“Always,” Steve commiserates, throwing the question card like a frisbee towards the camera.
“Next!” Eddie says, reaching out for the next question card. He tears off the first strip of paper. “Is Steve Harrington—married?”
“Nope,” Steve answers, smiling at the camera.
“Is Steve Harrington—a dad?”
“Yes,” Steve answers with a sigh. “I have a cat.”
“I love that cat.”
“Of course you do, he was your idea.”
“He’s an angel.”
“He’s a menace,” Steve says with a wrinkled nose. “I’m hoping it’s just a phase.”
Eddie scoffs with a smile. “It never is.”
“Don’t say that.”
Eddie laughs, moving on to the next question. “Is Steve Harrington… a good actor? Yes.”
“No.”
Eddie frowns at him.
“I’m not an actor,” Steve tells him with a shrug. “I’m a stunt double who acts on the side.”
Eddie snorts and shakes his head.
“Is Steve Harrington—his real name?”
“Kind of,” Steve muses.
“It’s Steven,” Eddie says to the camera with a grin.
“It is Steven, but nobody calls me that.”
“I do.”
“Only when you’re annoyed with me.”
“Pretty much,” Eddie says, flipping the question card to the floor.
“Oh, this is different,” Steve muses, reading the top line on the last question card as it’s handed to him. “Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington.”
“People google us as a pair?” Eddie asks. “That’s cute.”
“Okay, what’s first,” Steve says, tearing the strip of paper off the card. “Are Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington related?”
“No,” Eddie says, wrinkling his nose.
“Nope,” Steve answers. “Just from the same hometown.”
“Yes.”
“How do Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington… know each other?” Steve reads. “Well, we know each other from high school, I guess.”
“Yeah, but we didn’t like… hang out back then.”
“No, that was later.”
“Much later.”
“How did we even meet out here?” Steve asks Eddie. “Through Nancy?”
“Uh, I think so,” Eddie says slowly, trying to remember. “Yeah.”
“That’s… insane,” Steve says with a small laugh.
“When you think about it, yeah,” Eddie smiles.
They don’t elaborate.
“Are Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington…” Steve reads, tearing off the paper, “…friends?”
They both frown at the question card.
“I’d say yes,” Steve says to the camera.
“Of course, we’re friends,” Eddie says with a furrowed brow, his voice rising in pitch.
“Do people not read magazines anymore?” Steve asks him. “We’re photographed getting coffee or dinner together like twice a week.”
“Of course, we’re friends,” Eddie repeats himself, quieter this time. “What else would we be?”
Steve bites back a smile as he turns back to the question card. He tears off the paper—and his face goes painfully neutral.
“Are—” he starts, hesitating. “Are Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington dating?”
Steve looks at Eddie.
Eddie looks at Steve.
The entire studio holds its breath for one collective second.
Then Eddie grabs the question card and flips it back over their heads. He leans in towards Steve, and overdramatically waggles his eyebrows at the camera.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
The crew lets out a soft laugh at his antics, and even Steve can’t help but smile.
“Is that it?” Eddie asks with a grin, looking around for more question cards. “Are we done?”
“I think, uh, I think we got it,” Steve tells him.
“Sweet,” Eddie says, slumping back in his chair.
Steve taps his fingers on the arm rest.
“So… Can we get lunch now?”
Eddie starts to laugh, and then the video cuts off.
2,673 Comments
EddieFan86
the man never gives a bad interview
Patrick C.
steve harrington i will pay you $1 to reveal your hair secrets
BW6
they're very funny, can’t wait for the movie!
whatishappening
…is anyone else picking up a little bit of a gay vibe?
munsonsrings
eddie munson talk about your mysterious girlfriend challenge
Sarah Howard
I love them!
c0rr0ded
so amped for the new album
stev1e_h
haha just two guys being dudes! obviously! nothing romantic going on here! [squints at phone screen] unless…
Talia G.
I’ve been waiting for this movie to come out for soooo long, I’m so excited
cc4life
all these comments… dude said he has a girlfriend bffr
eddiekinnie
he did not, actually, he just said he wasn’t single.
Max Willow
Been following Steve since his first film, so glad to see the dude get the recognition he deserves
corrodedsb0ys
they’ve explored each other’s bodies.
aliceloves
I still think he’s secretly dating Robin, but this video did make me pause
edwardsharrington
I’m OBSESSED with this.
Rick Littleton
hell yeah! so excited for new cc music, Just Past the Trailer Park is still my favorite album of all time!
idontgohere
uhh… are they fucking?
Katherine W.
This isn’t cute, this is just weird. I do NOT like the vibe here.
eddiekinnie
then don’t watch the video! kindly fuck off<3
harringtonschesthair
FRUITS! THE BOTH OF THEM!
Carson C.
new favorite autocomplete interview video
nancywheelerstan
two nancy mentions, I win!
munsonenthusiast
uhhhhh @steddiehasmyheart are you seeing this
steddiehasmyheart
ADFKAJFKDFJKFJDKFAJ
munsonenthusiast
there it is
Liz D.
Steve Harrington give me one chance
anonymous1
what the fuck did I just watch
Freddie Green
Hahaha I love these guys
William H.
What happened to real men? Who are these guys?
tattoodbats
foaming at the MOUTH
A.L.
I’ve never seen two people more in love
sinistercherubs
wtf is wrong with them
Zach T.
just bought my ticket for opening night of the movie thanks to this video
harringtonxmunson
there’s not a single straight second of this interview
Nicole McKnight
I feel like they always have the best stories
nancy_stan_
okay but how do we get steve, eddie, AND nancy all in one movie? someone needs to start a gofundme or something
corrodedcoffin459
I didn’t know eddie could act
munsonenthusiast
I don’t think eddie knew either
hearteyes4you
I don’t really go here but I’m like a thousand percent sure that they’ve kissed at least once
robinbucks
aw wait I didn’t know robin and steve were actually friends, that’s so sweet, I thought they just worked together a lot
steddietruther_
next time someone asks me if I really think they’re together I’m just gonna show them this video and not say a word
eddieswar1ock
oh my god.
Steve can’t help but laugh to himself as he scrolls through the comments section.
He’s sitting on the couch in his apartment, dressed in sweats, his hair still wet from his post-gym shower. His feet are propped up on the coffee table, and his arm is stretched out over the back of the couch.
The interview plays on a low volume from his phone as he keeps scrolling through the comments.
“Hey, babe?” he calls out, still looking at his phone. “Have you seen the comments on this?”
“On what?” a voice answers from the kitchen.
“On our WIRED interview.”
The fridge door shuts, and Eddie appears in the doorway holding two beers in his hands a moment later. “Oh shit, did that come out today?”
“Yup.”
“How bad are they?”
Steve bites his lip. “Bad isn’t exactly the word I would use.”
Eddie sits down on the couch next to him, right under Steve’s outstretched arm, snuggling into his side. “Are they like the comments on all of our other interviews lately?”
Steve’s arm wraps around Eddie’s shoulders. “Yes.”
“Huh.”
“Does that…” Steve pauses. “Worry you?”
“No,” Eddie answers easily, handing Steve one of the beers. “Does it worry you?”
Steve takes the offered beer, letting their fingers brush together. “No.”
Eddie smiles at him, and Steve can practically feel his heart beating against his ribs.
“Well, then, Steven…”
Steve shoots him a weak glare. “Don’t call me that.”
“Sorry,” Eddie apologizes, smiling softly as he combs his free hand through Steve’s hair. “Well, then, baby…”
Steve leans into his touch.
“…dare I say we’re about to be outed.”
Steve nods carefully, letting out a slow, deep breath. “Only took them two and a half years.”
Eddie lets out a surprised laugh, gripping Steve’s hair in his hand.
Steve leans forward, clinking their beer bottles together, then kisses Eddie, soft and sweet.
Eddie kisses him back, moving their drinks to the coffee table in favor of straddling his boyfriend’s lap.
Steve has no objections.
The interview goes on in the background, a muffled sound that neither one of them is paying any attention to. Eventually the video ends, but the phone goes untouched for at least another hour, wedged between the couch cushions and forgotten entirely. Ignoring comment sections is kind of a turn on for them.
They make a joint press statement about their relationship in the morning.
And the video gets 12.1 million views.