life pro tip: never have a vaguely homoerotic dynamic with one of your friends because your other friends WILL use those screenshots against one of you and the other WILL end up being collateral damage
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Cats are not diurnal, nocturnal or crepuscular but a secret fourth thing (awake whenever the hell they want)
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Another selfcare hack is to tell yourself youre only going to do half of it then distract yourself so you end up doing the full thing
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Tim: So my massage therapist said-
Jason: Massage??
Tim: It's the only hour on the month that I can relax, shut up
Tim: So anyways, she said "the smallest of perfumes smell the nicest, but they can also be confused with the worst of poisons" and I thought it was kinda cool
Jason:
Jason: *stares at Damian in the other side of the room* hmm
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fool’s oil
for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘fool’
rated t | no cw | tags: future fic, flirting, open ending but implied getting together
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It’s been a while since Steve has had to worry about taking care of a car. When he moved to Chicago with Robin, they agreed to sell his BMW for extra money. They’d be taking the metro or walking everywhere anyway.
But after graduation, Robin took a job offer in Indianapolis, and where Robin goes, Steve goes.
He managed to find a decent used car when he found his studio apartment, and after the initial hit to his bank account, he found a pretty decent job that helped him get back to a somewhat comfortable balance.
The chaos of moving had been more of a distraction than he anticipated. Settling into his new job as a first grade teacher, unpacking, catching up with Joyce and Hopper, had made him forget that cars do require maintenance.
The guy at the front desk of this mechanic shop wasn’t too thrilled about seeing him as soon as the door opened.
“What’s the hurry for an oil change?” He asked.
“It’s nearly 8000 miles past due,” Steve admitted.
“How did that happen?”
Steve didn’t like his tone.
“My whole family died in a fire.”
The guy backed up and at least looked apologetic, even if Steve was lying through his teeth.
“Well, you’re first to go back so it shouldn’t take too long, man. Our head mechanic just walked in.”
Steve nodded and walked to the seat by the window, watching as a guy with long, curly hair shoved it up into a ponytail and turned on a radio in the shop.
He leaned his head back and sighed.
Maybe he could convince Robin to move back to a big city in a few years. He forgot how much he hated the maintenance involved with owning things.
He was startled by a hand on his shoulder and a familiar voice in his ear.
“So you’re the fool who forgot about oil changes because his family died in a fire?” Eddie Munson’s smirk was just as annoyingly attractive as it had been four years ago in Hawkins.
“Eddie? What the hell are you doing here?” Steve laughed and stood up to give him a hug.
“I’m working. What are you doing here? Thought you were in Chicago.”
“I was. Robin got a job here and I came back with her,” Steve couldn’t look away from him.
Eddie had always been hot, Steve had always pretended he wasn’t.
But now he was having trouble remembering why he pretended.
“So you’re here in Indy?”
“Yeah. You?”
Eddie smirked. “Yeah. That’s why I work here.”
“Right, yeah.” Steve was embarrassing himself.
“You got dinner plans?”
“Um.”
“You want dinner plans?”
“With you?”
“With me.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah. Dinner with you sounds great.”
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