Steddie Slice of life
A little sneaky Peaky of a new 5k Steddie slice of life fic I'll be posting on AO3 soon :)
Eddie was back a minute later, Tuna back in his arms as he crawled into bed. She settled in the divot between their legs, her head resting on Eddie’s thigh. He petted at her back looking up at Steve. “Can I bring tuna to the game?” He asked with a megawatt smile, there was mischief and determination behind his eyes that let Steve know he would be losing this battle.
“People will think we’re crazy,” Steve tried anyway despite knowing better.
“People already think I’m a woman until I turn around. What's a little more misdirection with a cat and a baby stroller?” Eddie grinned, waggling his brows at Steve, that big smile still on his face.
“You want to bring her in a baby stroller?” Steve asked in disbelief, he honestly shouldn’t be surprised though. Eddie was as chaotic as they come.
“It's the most safe and convenient way.” Eddie nodded seriously. “Plus little Miss deserves the princess treatment.”
Steve rolled his eyes at that but relented. “You spoil her too much but, fine. You have to find a baby stroller that isn’t hundreds of dollars and cat proof it though.” He pointed at Eddie sternly.
“You know, I’m the king of the thrift baby, I’ll make it happen.” Eddie assured with a cocky grin. Despite his eye rolls, Steve couldn’t deny it, considering he was laying on a mattress sitting in a brass bed frame Eddie found for them at the thrift store with two matching oak side tables to go with it.
“You have until next weekend, if it isn’t done she stays home.” Steve warned.
Eddie just smiled even wider, leaning in to give Steve a wet kiss. “Of course baby.” He began peppering kisses all over Steve’s face. “I love youuuu.” He sang.
“I love you too.” Steve finally cracked and dropped his grumpy facade. If it made Eddie happy he didn’t care. “Now go to bed.” He chuckled and pushed Eddie away when the kisses began to tickle
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say more about the dodgeball i am on my knees begging
Melly can’t you just imagine it so clearly though??
It’s a gorgeous summer day and they’re all congregated in someone’s backyard with the radio blasting and the grill going, kids running all over the place, sun shining overhead. The first time in ages that everyone’s schedule has worked out so all of them can be there together, no work issues, no children’s birthday parties, no one getting sick last minute.
Carl’s there with his new side piece, Debbie’s back together with Sandy for the third or fourth time (no one remembers).
Someone’s digging around in the shed looking for who knows what when a whole bag of random balls accidentally gets loose and out come a heavily deflated soccer ball, a basketball that doesn’t bounce, and two perfectly good dodgeballs.
Mickey’s lounging against the picnic table nursing his third beer when he spots them and elbows Ian as he nods over at the balls.
“Ey, you wanna play? I was the fuckin’ bomb at dodgeball.”
Ian eyes him warily. He has no doubt in his mind Mickey was good at dodgeball, most likely pulling every dirty trick he knows in order to win. And Mickey when he’s given free range to purposely hit people with things? All bets are off.
“Uh, not sure if anyone else is gonna be interested. They probably wanna relax and just hang out and —“
“Yo, Tamietti! You up for dodgeball?”
Ian feels whatever hope of getting out of this shrivel up when he hears her shouting back.
“Hell yeah Milkovich, you on my team?”
The two of them amble off to go round up more people, Ian and Lip staring at each other with dread.
“This isn’t gonna end well, is it?”
“Not for us, man.”
And he’s right. He’s so painfully and impossibly right, he thinks to himself as he shifts the bag of frozen peas further on his head.
He’d expected Mickey to be brutal but had somehow thought Tami being a mom would have mellowed out some of her harsher instincts. Yeah right. The massive bruise forming on his upper arm thanks to a terrifying softball like pitch from her is gonna be ugly as fuck when it starts to heal, he just knows it.
There’s a cackle of glee and a whoop from somewhere off to his left, then a cheer and the sound of someone hitting the ground with a painful groan.
He’d take a look but his whole body hurts and honestly, he’s gotten tired of watching the unholy combo of Mickey and Tami raining terror against almost all the inhabitants of the party (children had been immediately relegated to the sidelines, thank god).
A shadow falls over his face and he squints open the eye not covered by the frozen peas to see his husband staring gleefully down at him, sweaty as fuck and not a scratch on him.
“You alright there, lover?”
“Fuck off.”
Mickey cackles.
“Come on man, lemme get you inside and I’ll give you a nice lil rub down for that stellar effort you made.”
He grunts but allows Mickey to help him up, flipping him off when he’s right side up again.
“You and Tami are an actual nightmare and we are never doing that again,” he grumbles as he limps his way inside, Mickey snickering behind him.
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