#I have a fucking fever rn so im sincerely sorry if this is written weirdly

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steve and eddie get married on the first day of august, 1990. and sure, the government doesn't agree, but steve and eddie have learned by now that the government doesn't really agree with anything they do. so they do it anyway.

on the monday before the wedding, the very end of july, steve is washing the dishes late at night after they come over for dinner. they've all turned nineteen by now, apart from little erica who's still fifteen. but she pulls her weight, and it seems that lucas and his friends respect her as an equal. but seeing the kids he used to babysit growing up is making steve feel a bit old, and he's starting to realise since he turned twenty-four back in april that oh no, he has to be an adult now. like, for real. so as he scrubs off a stubborn stain from one of the plates, he tips his head over his shoulder towards eddie, watching who-knows-what on steve's fancy television set, and says:

“Hey, Eds, you know what?”

eddie replies, “What?”

steve chuckles and turns his head back towards the sink. “We should get married. That would make me feel young again, y'know? Married at 24. It's weird to watch the kids grow up so fast, it makes me feel like a fossil,” he jokes, looking over at eddie again.

and eddie doesn't take his eyes off the tv screen, he just munches on his leftover chicken and mumbles through the food in his mouth, “When do you wanna do it?”

and oh shit, steve didn't think he would get this far. he should have anticipated it, really, with eddie's penchant for taking things literally. and now steve's realising that maybe his proposal wasn't that flippant after all. steve looks at this man spilling chicken crumbs all over his couch, and he thinks oh my god. i want to marry him. so he plays along. “Mmm, sometime soon. Next week okay for you?”

steve almost has a heart attack when eddie makes eye contact, smiles that beautiful smile of his, and says, “Yeah.”

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they don't see each other until the wedding, because uhm... tradition, or something? steve ends up telling robin while he's over at her house and she's baking cinnamon rolls for erica's six-month anniversary with her boyfriend, and she freaks out so hard for so long (“Who proposed?!” “It's complicated.” “Have you written your vows yet?” “No—” “Can I help you??” “Of course, Robs, I—” “Oh my god, where is it happening?” “We haven't decided yet...”) that the rolls come out charred within an inch of their poor, sugary lives. robin lets out a scream that turns into a bit of a retch when she opens the oven and smells them. after disposing of the cinnamony corpses, she grabs steve by the wrist and drags him to her room. as she places steve on the bed with a pat on his shoulders and sitting down herself, she launches into one of her classic rambles:

“Okay, so, here's the plan. Double girls night, today and tomorrow, we write your vows in the morning, we bring over Max and Eleven and Erica and Nancy—”

“Don't you think it would be weird to have my ex at my buck's n—” steve interrupts.

“No. I fuck her better than you ever did.” steve blinks at this, but robin continues. “And besides, I think that you'll find that despite her many, many firearms, Nancy is the least threatening ex in the history of exes. Eddie has nothing to worry about! But hey — don't mention that I told you I think of her that way, okay? She'll get all sulky. Understood?” steve nods vigorously.

Robin claps her hands as she stands up off the bed, and smiles triumphantly. “Okay,” she announces, “let's get going!”

part 2 soon xx