Steve is tired. He is so fucking tired. How the hell had he let Tommy H talk him into throwing a small get together to celebrate graduating is beyond him. They weren’t even friends anymore. But the truth was, Steve didn’t want to spend the night alone in his big empty house. His parents couldn’t bother coming home for the ceremony, he was single, and his only real friend was a curly-haired child that was busy playing D&D with other children. So against his better judgment he let Tommy use his house for a party.
It was loud, out of control, and reminded Steve that the last time he was at a party like this, he got his heart broken. All in all, not a great way to spend a couple of hours and he was starting to regret agreeing to this party in the first place. When the cops finally came to shut things down, he was relieved. He would deal with the mess and the inevitable we are very disappointed in you Stephen phone call tomorrow. He just wanted to go to bed. The only problem was, someone was already in it.
“Seriously!?! I’ve got four bedrooms in this house and you had to choose mine to hook up in? Whatever, I don’t care, just wash the sheets whenever you and whatever girl you have hiding in the closet are done. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
The guy - Eddie Munson Steve thinks, laughs without humor. “Yeah there is definitely not a girl hiding in the closet up here. Your asshole friends did this to me. Right after they stole my supply.”
“Holy shit! Are you okay dude? Why didn’t you call for help?” Steve looks back and forth around the room as if a key will just magically appear out of thin air.
“I’m fine, King Steve, just stuck. Stuck in high school and stuck in your painfully boring …bedroom? Shit I could have sworn this was a guest room. To answer your other question the music was too loud and when the cops came to break things up - well, let’s just say I didn’t want to save them the trouble of cuffing me.”
Steve snorts as he settles on the bed with a safety pin and tries to fiddle with the lock. “Yeah I guess that wouldn’t have ended well. I’m sorry. Though I have to admit, it’s a little comforting to know someone is having a worse night than me. They aren’t mine by the way.” Steve says.
“The cuffs? Yeah, I'm pretty sure they belong to that punk Andy. Who is NEVER getting weed from me again. Not that these are even a real set. I think if you just push the safety pin in all the way and shake it back and forth aggressively these will pop open.”
Steve tilts his head in consideration then gives it a shot. “No. I meant, they aren’t my friends.”
“Bold statement, considering apart from Andy you don’t know who else did this.”
“Yeah well, unless you got cornered by a thirteen-year-old without collarbones, I can safely say I wasn’t friends with whoever did this.”
Eddie looks puzzled for a minute before continuing, “Aww come on Stevie, I’m sure you have lots of friends. Look how many people were here tonight.”
This time it’s Steve who laughs without humor. “Yeah they’re my friends all right. You’re also here. Does that make us friends Munson?”
“Well your surprisingly less annoying than l thought you'd would be.” Eddie smiles. Just as the handcuffs spring open.
Steve cheers “sweet” and Eddie rubs his wrists. Then he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a joint.
Steve smiles, “I thought they stole your supply.”
“Not what I had in my pockets.” He passes it to Steve who raises an eyebrow. “Consider it a graduation gift, friend.” Eddie walks to the door and turns back before walking through the doorway. “Good night, Steve.”
Props to @steddiealltheway who wrote a wonderful Eddie meets Steve handcuffed to his bed tumblr post ~ turned fic. This got my friends talking that Steddie fics should make meeting handcuffed to a bed a trope. This is my contribution from towards that.
