warnings: drugs, short but sweet, fluff
a/n: this is literally based off of a random headcannon i had when i was at work. this is my new era yall better eat it tf up.
"There's absolutely no way in hell I would ever smoke a joint," Steve says proudly to Robin. She laughs at him, "If you had told me that two months ago, I would've believed you, but it's hard to believe you now when you're literally dating a drug dealer."
Steve pouts, "I'm not gonna let Eddie peer pressure me into doing drugs!" Robin laughs again, "whatever you say, dingus." He scoffs and holds his hand out, "I'll bet you $50." Robin smiles widely and shakes his hand, "You're on."
not even a fucking week later
Steve starts giggling after ten minutes of silence. "And what are you laughing at?" Eddie hums in amusement, taking another long drag of the joint. "The walls are a funny colour," Steve giggles more, reaching for the joint again. Eddie moves his hand away slowly, "Not so fast, sweetheart. I think you've had enough for one night."
Steve pouts, "but it's funny." Eddie just laughs. Another while of silence passes before Steve speaks up again, "you know, I think it's really crazy that like... everyone has fingers. And toes, toes are so weird, don't you think? Well, I mean, not everyone has them, but most people do, and that is just insane." Eddie stares at him blankly before burting into laughter, "you can always tell a persons first high." Steve frowns, "fuck does that mean?" "Nothing, nothing."
"I'm hungry," Eddie sighs, "I was waiting for you to say that, to be honest. I thought you'd take a nap first, though." Steve squints his eyes, "I'm. Hungry." Eddie rolls his eyes and gets up from the bed, "Alright, your majesty, what do you want?" Steve frowns slightly when he gets up. "Cherry tomatoes."
Eddie tilts his head, "Cherry tomatoes..?" Steve nods. Eddie looks around awkwardly, "Baby, I don't have cherry tomatoes. Do you want anything else?" Steve stares at him, "Cherry tomatoes."
Eddie sighs, "There aren't any cherry tomatoes." Steve throws a pillow at him, "Hey! What was that for?" Eddie huffs, "Find some cherry tomatoes."
Eddie huffs and starts mumbling as he walks out of the room while Steve throws more pillows at him. Eddie leaves his trailer and gets in his van, still mumbling to himself.
He's wandering around the supermarket when he bumps into someone. He stumbles slightly, "Shit, sorry- Robin?" Robin looks up at him, "Hi! Is Steve here?" Eddie shakes his head, "Nah, just me." She hums, "Huh, he told me he was gonna be at yours all day..." Eddie nods, "Yeah, he is. He's at my place right now." She tilts her head, "Oh. Well then, why are you here?"
"He's stoned right now and really wants cherry tomatoes, so I'm buying some since I have none. I wouldn't be surprised if I go back and he's already asleep," Eddie chuckles. Robins eyes widen, "Wait wait- he's stoned!?" Eddie nods, "Yeah?" Robin grins. Eddie furrows his eyebrows, "What?" She smiles wider, "He owes me $50." Eddie simply nods. He can already guess what bet they had bet knowing Steve. "Well, congratulations. I gotta get these tomatoes and get back to him before he starts tweaking."
Eddie eventually finds some cherry tomatoes that are in a convenient little tub and pays for them. He gets back in his van and drives home. When he gets back to the trailer, he goes into his room and finds steve lying on the floor, talking to a cat. Eddie's eyes widen, "Steve whose fucking cat is that?" Steve looks up and shrugs, "Dunno, she was pawing at the window though." Eddie blinks at his nonchalance, "So you just... let her in here? She could have fleas, sweetheart." Steve completely freezes, his hand hovering just above the cat. He was absolutely terrified of fleas. "Oh my God."
Eddie lifts the cat and lets her back outside. He pulls Steve up from the floor and walks him into the bathroom, "It's just a stray cat, prince, just wash your hands, and you'll be okay. You won't get fleas." Steve nods and washes his hands.
The two of them go back to the bedroom and sit back down. Eddie hands him the small tub of cherry tomatoes.
Steves eyes light up as he takes them and gasps, "Oh my God, I love you!" Eddie freezes and stares at Steve as he starts eating the tomatoes. Eddie smiles, "That's alright, sweetheart, we'll talk about it when you're sober..." Steve looks up at him, "Talk about what?" Eddie laughs, "Nothing, don't worry about it."
After a while, the two of them are lying in bed watching an old cartoon. Steve eventually does fall asleep, exactly like Eddie predicted. He runs his fingers through the sleeping mans hair carefully to not wake him and sighs.
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