oops. || steddie fanfic

edward (eddie) munson.

i'll be making parts a lot longer from now on since things will be getting.... juicer.

steve didn't say yes.

he didn't say no either. but that's not the point. the point is, steve was now being forced to go to a party. normally they always talk about how intense high school parties are, but they never talk about college parties. they reek of weed, sweat, cheap cologne that no one finds appealing other than whoever is trying to strip you naked, and everywhere you look there are people grinding against the other or shoving their tongues down each other's throats.

steve grimaced and stayed close to robin as they walked further into the crowd. in high school, steve was the king of parties. he tried to get into any party he could. but now, he's repulsed by the idea of partying and getting so drunk to the point where you puke your guts out.
"do you wanna know the real reason i brought you here, steve?" robin asked as she poured both her and steve a drink. he wasn't sure what it was, but he knew it wasn't spiked or anything.

steve hummed in reply, taking the drink and examining the color for a moment. it was red and almost looked like some sort of punch. steve gave robin a questioning look before taking a small sip, not enough to fully taste it. he mostly just tasted the alcohol which was strong as fuck. steve already felt like he was traveling back in time to his awful high school years.
"i brought you here because i didn't wanna be alone. because, uh, someone is gonna be here."

steve stared at robin with slight confusion. she waited for the buttons to click.... boom. steves entire face lit up and he smiled widely, wider than he had in ages. "oh?? and who's this lucky fella?" he leaned against the island in the kitchen and finally decided to sip his drink. robin let out some sort of a nervous laugh? she glanced down at her cup, rubbing her finger along the outside. "this lucky 'fella'.. actually isn't a fella at all," robin spoke after a long pause, not looking at steve after she spoke. steve assumed it was because she didn't wanna see his reaction.

so robin likes girls.

steve was surprisingly not as shocked as he thought he would be. instead, he leaned closer to robin and ruffled up her hair just to gain a glare from her. "fella or not, i'll be your personal wingman." saying that earned a relaxed sigh from robin. it was like she was holding her breath this entire conversation and she finally got to breathe. as if the gods were listening, a red head arrived in the kitchen and her face lit up once she caught sight of robin. "hey! you came!" she giggled and pulled robin into a hug, which robin returned in a nervous manner.

she made eye contact with steve and her cheeks looked flushed. so this was the girl that had robins heart? she's a sweetheart. the complete opposite of robins douchy behavior. steve raised his eyebrows knowingly to robin and decided to leave the two. robin obviously tried to beg for him to stay with her eyes, but steve didn't fall for it as he just waved her off and tried to find a bathroom. aka, basically anywhere that didn't have thousands of people rubbing their sweaty bodies all over him.
finally, he found a bedroom.

it was kinda punk themed with posters plastered all over. it was a bit of a mess, but it would have to do. steve quickly checked around to make sure no one was there before plopping himself down on the bed. he felt so different. not a good different either; a bad different. a different steve that didn't want to drink, didn't want to socialize, didn't want to try to find a girl, nothing. he was homesick and every part of him felt wrong.

everything was so wrong.

steve didn't realize how deep he was in his thoughts when the music was suddenly louder again, implying that the bedroom door had been opened.
"woah- shit, sorry man. didn't know anyone would crash into this room."

it was a boy. not a young one. he sounded older, older than steve. steve slowly brought his head away from the covers and it felt like his head weighed ten times more than normal. he didn't even drink much; it was just the guilt of everything catching up to him.
he just wanted to go home.

as steve whipped his head around to catch sight of whoever walked in on him at this terrible moment, his heart felt like it fell out of his ass.

he was a man. definitely older than steve but not by much. his curly brunette hair that had a shaggy sort of look to it fell down to his shoulders. his eyes were a brown color, but not a normal brown. these eyes were gorgeous and so bright, like puppy dog eyes. they looked so fucking adorable. his facial features fit perfectly together and his outfit made him look even more fucking hot. he wore a band t shirt that steve didn't recognize with a denim jacket over it. his black jeans were ripped and rolled up just above his shoes.
he was beautiful.

steve was definitely staring. an obvious stare. his eyes were practically burning into this mans, almost like he was in a trance by his brown eyes. the older boy gave him a small smile, waving his hand around as if to get him to snap back to reality.
"woohoo, hi. hey. you doing alright, buddy? too much to drink?" he asked, stepping closer to steve. and steve panicked. he sat up quickly, shaking his head and closing his mouth that was open without him realizing. "no, no. sorry. i'm just not in my right mind. you came in at a strange time."

"you kinda did the same, man. this is my buddy gareths room. this is actually his house as well. i'm sure you didn't mean to, but.. his room is kinda off limits." as this man spoke, steve felt like he was going to leap off this planet. what the fuck was in that drink? why does his body feel like it's on fire? he couldn't even speak. he could just stare in pure awe. finally, he cleared his throat, darting his eyes from the brunette so that he could actually form words.

"yeah, yeah. right. sorry again," steve murmured, rubbing his temples and then dragging his hands down his face. god, he was a mess. "i haven't even had much to drink. i had, like, two sips of whatever the fuck my friend gave me. i just feel weird." steve watched as the boy sat down on the bed beside steve, his face forming into a look of concern. he reached out and grazed his index finger under steves chin, moving his head up and examining his eyes.
"you're not drugged, are you?" he asked, and steve felt like his face was burning. the gentle touch of this boys finger felt like electricity burning throughout his entire body. holy. shit.

"uhm, no. no, last time i checked i wasn't.." steve slurred over his words a bit, but it wasn't because of the alcohol. he just couldn't properly speak around this guy. he continued to inspect steves face, his lips pursing. "hm. well, i'd be happy to chill here with you if you'd like. i'm edward munson. but don't ever call me that, yeah? call me eddie."

steve let out a snort and snickered. edward. he nodded after and finally made eye contact with eddie again. "i'm steve. steve harrington."