Wrong Steve (a modern #steddie au 🧵)
Eddie was annoyed.
He spent the whole weekend texting his new Grindr match. The flirting ramped up to some very filthy messages and Eddie ended up with a few dirty voice notes and one very desperate plea for a nude. So he caved.
And then nothing. No response.
Eddie was annoyed.
He spent the whole weekend texting his new Grindr match. The flirting ramped up to some very filthy messages and Eddie ended up with a few dirty voice notes and one very desperate plea for a nude. So he caved.
And then nothing. No response.
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"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" The most perfect picture of his dick he'd ever taken, resting on his belly against his favorite t-shirt, was sent to Steve H.
"no no no no no no NO" Eddie threw his phone on his bed and grabbed a pillow, screaming into it.
"Hey Rooobin," Steve sidled up next to her, trying to suss out her mood.
"What. What is it, what do you want."
"I just need some... Advice?"
Robin squinted at him, "why are you being weird. You've been acting weird the last two days actually."
Steve didn't look up as he dug his toe into the corner, trying to shove the carpet back in place, "How did you know you were gay?"
Once Eddie was finished screaming, he retrieved his phone, typing a message to Steve as he tried not to gnaw a hole through his cheek.
Eddie: I am SO SORRY. That was NOT MEANT FOR YOU. I will give you so much weed or beer or whatever to bleach that from your brain forever.