#once they get together he writes the cheesiest frilliest poems for steve

[tauntedperfume]

I don’t wanna write a full thingy rn but:

- they spend the first night facing opposite ways at the farthest end of the bed as possible. Then they bicker about the other stealing the blanket (because they both refuse to move closer) until dustin gets tired of hearing their shit through the wall and sassily tells them theres more blankets in the closet. Both boys are incredibly embarrassed they didn’t think of it

- eddie sees steve with the kids, actually listening and trying to understand their interests n shit, and tries not to fall in love. If his sarcastic remarks have less bite than before, thats his business and his business alone

- although at first eddie thinks hes just buying their love cuz he buys whatever the kids ask for/show interest in

- that night eddie tells steve he might not be that bad (eddie is in fact in love with him at this point, but he is shoving it down deep goddamnit. He will not fall for a prep) and steve gives him a soft smile. They scooch a little closer together that night, no extra blanket needed

- the third and last full day is the break in the dam for eddie. They were all eating in a diner, laughing and chatting. The non-kids and non-eddies of hellfire have started to pick up on steves personality change but are still a lil uncomfy since they dont rlly know him yet. He tries to stay out of convos with them so they can enjoy their nerd conversations without his many questions and the tension he brings with him

- BUT THEN ! While eddie’s getting the car, parked aways away cuz the diner is surprisingly popular, the rest of the group wait on the curb. They’re arguing about who would win a fight: a jedi or a really strong werewolf. (Steve was the head of the werewolf group, lucas and gareth joining once they realized it was just to annoy dustin and mike) in the middle of this mind rousing argument, some dumb jocks come up and haggle the non-kids non-steddies for being satanists or sth. They leave the kids alone cuz they’re pretty young and dressed semi-acceptably, and steve looks like steve. He intervenes anyways even though his kids are fine. Eddie pulls up after the jocks flee, surprised to see steves lip split and a bruise forming on his face

- steve wouldve never told him what happened but the kids were already ranting about how cool he is nd shit. In the hotel eddie treats his wounds (when you have a criminal for a dad and an absent mother, you learn these things. Steve doesnt know what to say to that so he just says thank you.) they end up cuddling cuz steves in pain plus he woke up at 2am from a nightmare and they didn’t even have advil for him :( he has eddie tho!!!

- cue 30,000 words of slow burn and pining and then theyre the first gay marriage and they live happily ever after.

☁️👀🛏️ Steddie

ooh thank you for the prompt nonnie!! ✨delicious✨

prompt: ☁️ enemies to lovers , 👀 forced proximity , 🛏 only one bed

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When Dustin asked Steve to chaperone their Hellfire Club field trip, he should've said no.

"C'mon, man, you don't need a chaperone," Steve huffed while he rewound tapes behind the Family Video counter. "You're high schoolers, what's kind of trouble could you get into?"

"It's because of you and your stupid ex-friends we need an adult anyway," Dustin snapped back. Sometimes Steve wondered if his own attitude had been transferred to the kid. "Something about 'the Chicago incident'?"

Oh. Oh yeah, that was absolutely his fault. Steve shook his head, and despite all the bad that had turned up between them Steve still smiled fondly at the memory of his shenanigans with Tommy and Carol.

"Fine, whatever," Steve said, conceding to the blame. "If you need an adult, why can't Munson be the chaperone?"

Steve hated the fact that the kids hung out with Eddie Munson. They were familiar with each other, considering Steve had once been one of the more popular athletes in the school. Even after he'd graduated, Munson had made a point to show up to Scoops Ahoy to see the fall of Steve Harrington with his own eyes. It was safe to say they didn't get along once Steve stopped throwing parties that Eddie could sell at. And now Steve's group of monster-fighting kids had chosen to latch onto said dealer, the same guy who'd relentlessly ridiculed Steve at every opportunity (not that Steve hadn't done the same).

"Because, Steve," Dustin said with the same know-it-all tone of voice Steve hated, "Eddie's a student. We need an adult who's not a student to sit in the hotel. You don't even have to do anything."

That was how Steve got roped into driving half of the little shits to Chicago. At least Eddie was driving with the Corroded Coffin crew, so Steve didn't have to make small talk with a bunch of guys he'd never been friends with in school. Steve really didn't know how the guys got ComicCon cleared as a club field day, but the one time he questioned it Dustin had ranted for so long about sports tournaments that Steve resigned himself to never asking again.

It was fine, he told himself, and he believed it all the way up until they were pulling up to the hotel. Eddie was talking emphatically to the lady at the desk.

"What's going on?" Steve had asked.

"We're one room short," Eddie said, sighing. "It's fine, I'll stay with Gareth."

"Actually," Steve piped up. He hated being the babysitter, the rule-follower, but when he'd signed all those forms accepting responsibility for the entire group he took that responsibility. "You're 20. He's still 17. We could get in trouble for that."

"What? Dude, we've crashed on each others' couches all the time."

"Maybe, but this is a school-sanctioned event."

"Yeah? Well tell me, Harrington, where the hell am I sleeping tonight?"

Eddie had a point. Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose when the answer became obvious. "With me, man, you're sleeping in my room."

They both fought it, but ultimately, this was the only answer that would fly with the school. So Steve and Eddie packed up their bags and headed up to the hotel room—where only one bed awaited them.

"I'm not sleeping with you," Eddie says automatically, flipping his bag up onto the bed.

"Then have fun on the couch," Steve snaps back, shoving the bag back off of the bed.

"I'm older than you."

"I'm the one in charge."

"You sign one piece of paper and you get a God complex? Leave it to Harrington to be that desperate to feel important," Eddie says, every ounce of vitriol he can muster up slipping through with his words.

"Just go the fuck to sleep, I don't care where. It's been a long day, man," Steve sighs finally, shucking off his shirt and tossing it somewhere in the general direction of where he'd dropped his bag.

It would be a long weekend.