I’ve been trying to post for like an hour but Tumblr really is the worst. Can’t post any pictures right now apparently. When will they finally fix this app?? Anyway, I had a wondrous birthday. So much better than having to work on my birthday like last year. I’ve been celebrating since Thursday basically. I feel so loved ☺️ I got to have drinks with my friends, the only thing I wanted in the world — a steak dinner, and am also off work tomorrow. What a blessing ❤️🔥
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he’s so hot he makes me feel sadistic
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written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt: 'pool' | wc: 442 | rated: G | cw: mild alcohol use (and cussing I guess? do we warn for PG-13 language?)
“Get in on this, Steve,” Robin says directly into his ear, way too loud. She’s had most of a Long Island iced tea; her face is bright pink.
“In on what,” Steve says, shoving at her.
“Nancy thinks Eddie’s gonna strike out again, but I believe in tru-u-ue lo-o-ove,” she warbles, clinging to his arm like a tipsy limpet. “So we’re betting. Five bucks. Who’re you siding with.”
It’s not like Steve hadn’t noticed Eddie talking to some guy, he'd just thought—
He swats at her again, futilely. “Yeah, I’m sure some random asshole at a dive bar is his true love.”
“Please, that’s probably Eddie's idea of a metalhead fairytale. They’re gonna make scuzzy little musician babies.”
“Do we have to talk about the birds and the bees, Robin?” He glances over at Nancy, listing against Jonathan’s side. Steve fights the urge to push Robin away again, but he shifts uncomfortably. The four of them probably look like interlopers here—tourists.
Nancy’s not flushed like Robin, but she looks a little looser than she’s let herself be in a while. It’s nice.
She’s smiling as she watches Eddie and the random asshole. “Eddie’s not doing too badly this time. Guess there’s someone for everyone.”
“Don't bias Steve,” whines Robin. “I want his money.”
“I’m not gonna bet, this is stupid,” says Steve. “It’s shitty to start a betting pool on Eddie’s—love life, or whatever.”
“They’re just having fun, man,” says Jonathan. “We all just want Eddie to be happy.”
“Sure. Some random asshole’s gonna make him happy.” Steve leans back against the bar, folding his arms.
“Steve.” Robin’s staring at him. “Oh my god, Steve. Wait. Steve.”
He winces.
“Steve,” she says. “Do you—”
“No. Shut up,” says Steve.
Jonathan glances from Steve to Robin to Eddie, and back to Steve. “Oh, shit,” he says. “Dude. Uh. Not to like, betray any confidences, but. You should tell him.”
“Wait, what?” Steve blinks. The jack and coke he's been nursing might be hitting. “You mean…”
Robin shoves him hard enough that he almost overbalances. “Go get your man! Team True Love!” She’s not even trying to be quiet. Across the bar, Eddie jumps a little and turns to stare back at them.
Steve’s face warms. He waves, like a loser, and Eddie’s expression goes from confused to something else. Something new.
Eddie touches the random asshole’s arm, but whatever he says makes the guy laugh and fuck off, so that's okay.
As Steve pushes away from the bar and starts to walk towards Eddie's growing smile, he hears Nancy saying, “I think this means you owe me,” while Robin shrieks, “Oh, like hell—”
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