@steddiemicrofic November prompt: rest | wc: 387 | T (innuendo) | cw: none |
“What happened to your face?”
“It’s called a smile, Robin.”
Steve gathers up the tapes from the counter with a poignant roll of his eyes. “As my platonic soulmate, capital P and all, isn’t it your job to be happy for me?”
“Funny, I don’t remember signing any papers,” Robin grins and hooks her arm over Steve’s shoulder from behind. “But I’ll bite. What has gotten you so- wait! I might have an idea.”
“Oh, you do now?
They sit themselves side by side in the break room, each grabbing a tape to rewind. A whole stack of them stares them down from the other side of the room. They might’ve been bad at doing their job. Maybe.
“It’s kind of obvious,” she says with an awkward attempt at wiggling her eyebrows. She’s so embarrassing. Steve loves her to bits.
“Mmm, yeah? Pray tell.”
“I do recall you mentioning a movie night with someone,” she leans closer, her warm breath tickling at the nape of his neck and then- She flicks his ear. “Without me, dingus.”
Steve lets out a surprised laugh. “You really wanted to cock-block me so hard?”
“First of all, ew, you’re seriously disgusting,” Robin shoves out her tongue. “And second of all – so there were cocks to be blocked, huh?”
“And I’m the disgusting one,” he sighs but she just looks at him expectantly. He grins a little. “But maybe.”
Robin makes a high-pitched noise unfortunately close to his ear. Sharp nails dig into his shirt.
“I can’t believe you kissed a boy before I kissed a girl,” she laments with a smile. Her eyebrows drop. “Wait – you did kiss, right?”
Steve’s face falls into a dopey smile that seems like enough of an answer to Robin because she drapes over him with a dramatisized sigh.
“Okay, so you kissed. And?”
“And the rest is history,” Steve smirks, standing up begrudgingly when the bell above the main door chimes. He walks backwards up until his hip collides with the doorframe. Still, he doesn’t let that show. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell, Robin.”
He turns around just in time to miss Robin throwing a middle finger his way. He’s instead greeted with the man of the hour himself – Eddie Munson, leaning up to him with a lazy smile.
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For Eddie, it was like he knew he needed something, he knew his body needed something, but had no real idea of how to go about getting it, and in his confusion, he’d forgotten why he’d wanted the nameless mystery thing in the first place.
He’d made one attempt at presenting himself like instinct would guide him into doing, but when the alpha present didn’t take the opportunity, he found himself unsure of what to do next. His alpha just about managed to catch the downward spiral of rejection before it spun out of control, comforting him, reassuring him, but it all left Eddie feeling a little bit… lost.
He didn’t have the experience to try something else.
Prompt: Tied up (Discord Drabble) *cracks knuckles. i warned the stwg i’d turn a potential spicy prompt into something silly.
“More slack!” Robin calls over her shoulder, barely moving so she can stay in place while jumping on the spot.
It elicits a huff from Max, but she follows the instruction, taking a step forward as she continues twirling the jump rope stretching across the Harrington’s ample driveway.
“This isn’t going to work,” she says in sing-song.
“Yeah, it is,” Steve says, rubbing his hands together.
He positions himself like he’s about to run a sprint, watching the rhythm of Robin jumping, the rope swirling around her and skidding the pavement as she jumps once more.
“Count down from five!” Lucas says, looking Robin up and down with apprehension.
“Five!” Robin beams.
“Four,” Max chimes sarcastically.
“Three,” Steve says to himself.
“Two,” Lucas grimaces.
“You got this, Steve,” Dustin says, voice much closer to Steve’s ear than it should be.
He claps a rousing hand on his back as Robin yells, “One!” and he falters, missing the count.
“Goddamn it, Dustin!” Lucas whines.
“Wait, wait!” Steve says, gesticulating to shush everyone.
He’s closer to the rope now, rocking backwards with each swing. He counts in his head now, five… four… three.. two.
One.
“Suck! It! Max!” Robin, each word punctuated with a jump, “Told you Steve and I were in sync enough to Double Dutch!”
“Shit,” Steve shrieks, dipping his head when the rope brushes his hair on the next upswing, “Swing the rope higher!”
He isn’t sure who moves. Someone steps in too far. Or he trips… Or Robin moves her arms…
Whatever it is, the rope twists around them and Robin begins to fall.
She screams and Steve dives for her, managing to twist around at the last second to break her fall. It all sends him crunching shoulder-first onto the driveway.
“Ow!” he hisses, the rope pulling tight around his legs as if one of the kids is pulling on it.
He attempts to move his arms but they are stuck in place too, holding Robin tight. Her eyes are squeezed shut as she pants away, winded and panicked.
“Guys…” she breathes, lifting her head, “A little help? We’re kinda all tied up here.”
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