Steddie One shots

Detention

If looks could kill, the teacher in front of Steve would be dead five times over and Steve would be locked up for murder.

He'd just been served with his first detention of Senior year. For being late to his first class. Fucking Art.

"Are you joking?" Steve tried to get his voice under control.

"Mr Harrington, you are out of class. You get an after school detention, you know the rules."

Steve grit his teeth. "I'm on my way to the fucking class now."

The teacher merely raised her eyebrow at him. "Language, Mr Harrington."

Steve opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by the teacher who waved her hand, dismissing him. "I'll see you this afternoon."

That old hag.

Steve walked into his detention after the final bell rang, signalling the day was over. There were two other students in the room, and the teacher from before was sitting at the desk at the front of the room.

"Ah Mr Harrington. You can sit next to Mr Munson. Your lines are written on the board, copy them down 50 times then you can go."

Steve made his expression stay neutral as he slid into the seat beside Eddie's and dropped his bag on the ground.

Neither of them spoke while Steve grabbed out his note book and pen.

"What're you in for?" Eddie asked, leaning back on his chair and looking at Steve with an amused expression. It's not every day you get stuck in detention with King Steve.

"Late for art class and then cussed the old hag out." Steve grumbled.

Eddie let out a short bark of laughter. "Really?"

"Yeah. You?"

Eddie flashed Steve with his best and most charming smile. "I missed homeroom thrice in a row, got busted cheating on a maths exam, got into a fight and was found in the bathroom smoking." He counted off each offence on his fingers.

"Oh shit."

Eddie chuckled. "Yeah."

"That's a bit excessive, don't you think?" Steve put his pen down to actually look at the boy he was talking to.

Eddie was already studying Steve, taking in every inch of the other boy. They made eye contact and Eddie grinned again.

"What?" Steve asked, moving his gaze back to his notebook.

"I'm nearly finished my lines, I'm just happy that I'll be able to get the fuck out soon."

Steve snorted then his expression morphed into one of horror and he covered his face with his hand.

Eddie chuckled and looked down at his own notebook, scribbling out a few more lines.

"I'm sorry." Steve said, still looking slightly mortified.

"Don't be. It makes you seem more human. You're cute Harrington."

Steve's cheeks turned pink and Eddie stood up, shoving his stuff back into his bag.

"I'm finished. See you, I guess." Eddie shifted his weight from one foot to the other, standing in front of Steve's desk.

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

Steve scribbled down his phone number onto his page, then ripped the number out. He held the paper out to Eddie, who took it and shoved it into his back pocket.

"Uhm- call me?"

"Yeah. Course."

A/n
Im not dead. I'd like to be though.

If you follow me on either here or Insta you'd know that Stranger things is no longer my hyper fixation, and it's been replaced by The Marauders, with Jegulus taking over from Steddie.

I intend to keep this one shot book open until I've exhausted the Stranger things fandom completely, and my "Five Stages of Grief" book will be finished at some point. 'Roll of the dice' will probably abandoned.

If it's not painfully clear, I lack impulse control and have a commitment problem, but they're both problems for another day, right?

Anyway if you like the Marauders I have a one shots book for them and a seperate one for if you like Drarry.

Until next time,
Oli