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I HAVE A PROMPT

Eddie asks Steve on a date but Steve doesn't know if it's a date date or a date

I'm writing a fic on this but I want to see your take hehe

took this in a bit of a different direction!! hope you like it my dear duckie 💙 i thought it would be fun to write about steve making the assumption that he's being asked out on a date when eddie is doing no such thing. this is another 20 minute sprint fic!!

“Want to go see a movie? Friday?” Eddie asks Steve as they're walking toward the door and Steve stops in his tracks.

“Friday?”

“Yeah. Unless you’re busy.”

“No, no. Friday is good for me.” Steve says, makes himself sound casual - can't help but feel stunned that Eddie is doing this here, dropping the words without hesitation. “I can pick you up.”

“Sure?” Eddie gives him a look, a little confused. Steve thinks that perhaps Eddie had been about to make the same offer and he'd beaten him to the punch.

“What time?”

Steve wears his nice jeans, and a shirt that a girl complimented once upon a time. He’s sort of surprised Eddie went for it - he’s been twiddling his thumbs, trying to figure out exactly when the best time to ask Eddie out would be - but he just did it. No hesitation. Maybe Eddie wasn’t giving himself enough credit, because he was a little braver than Steve when it came to this kind of thing, apparently.

Steve picks him up, gets out of the car and everything. Goes around and holds the door open and Eddie just shoots him a smile, climbs in, has the same confused expression as before as Steve jogs around the front of the car to get back into the drivers seat.

“Someone’s feeling chivalrous.” Eddie remarks and Steve shrugs, because like, yeah. Maybe a little.

At the theatres, Steve waits to see if Eddie will offer to pay. He does (“I asked you, so, my treat.”) and Steve offers to buy the popcorn. Eddie smiles, and honestly, Steve ends up paying more for all their snacks than Eddie does for the two tickets so he’s happy, because he normally doesn’t go Dutch on first dates. Usually treats the girl. But - he isn’t quite sure what the etiquette is for two guys. Maybe going Dutch is just the way dudes do it.

“Where do you like to sit?”

Steve always sits near the back on dates. Always. Prime spot for making out, but Eddie has already walked a few rows down, so Steve points at random and Eddie turns in. They’re about two thirds back and it’s honestly not even a great spot because they can just hear the sound of a couple in the far corner making out. The light smacking sound of lips makes Steve’s ears prickle, and he holds out the popcorn for Eddie.

“Thanks.” Eddie goes to take the bag but Steve holds on, so Eddie takes a handful and grins. They share the snacks, Eddie tilting the little package of chocolates into Steve’s palm, Steve even throws a few pieces of popcorn and Eddie manages to catch them all in his mouth.

When the snacks are gone, Eddie’s arm rests on the middle armrest and Steve wonders if he should go for the hand hold. He always holds girls hands during movies, is pretty sure that’s half the reason scary movies were invented in the first place. But Eddie doesn’t seem scared at all, just watches the screen with his big dark eyes. Steve edges his arm closer on the armrest and Eddie glances down, maybe sees him encroaching because he shifts his arm away.

“Sorry.” He whispers, like he’d been taking up too much room.

“No, it’s fine.” Steve says, moves his arm away. Frowns a little. Maybe Eddie doesn’t like holding hands. Or maybe he’s just not scared.

Steve watches the movie, tries to focus, concentrate on the screen. In the second half, things finally pick up and he finds himself flinching at the loud sounds, the screech of the music. Eddie’s fingers dig into his arm just once, like a reflex, his fingers wrapping around Steve’s wrist. But he only holds onto him for a minute or two before letting go and he actually moves his hands back to his lap after that and Steve can feel himself frowning again.

He tries to watch the movie, he really does.

After, he suggests they go up to the quarry. He always takes his dates up there after a movie, especially if they couldn’t get into much of anything during the movie itself. And maybe Eddie didn’t feel comfortable holding his hand, even in the darkened theatre.

But the quarry - dark, isolated. He could see Eddie holding his hand there.

Steve gets the car door for him again and Eddie climbs in, doesn’t comment on it this time. On the drive over, Steve lets Eddie pick the music. Usually girls coo over his stereo, but Eddie just complains about his lack of variety and spends most of the drive swapping tapes in and out, barely letting a song play all the way through. Steve’s a little relieved when they make it to the quarry and he parks at the top of the dark hill. The moon is out and it’s a little creepy, but Steve climbs out and leans against the front of the car. Eddie hesitantly draws closer, sits on the hood of the car beside him.

“Is this like, your spot?” Eddie asks, gestures to the open quarry in front of them.

“Sort of. It’s nice and private.” He hints, but Eddie just nods, looks around. And then he pulls a joint out of his chest pocket and holds it up.

“This kind of private?”

“Oh, sure.” Steve fumbles for his lighter, flicks the wheel and Eddie’s hand stills, returns his own lighter to his pocket. Steve lights the blunt in Eddie’s mouth, catches Eddie’s gaze on him.

Eddie inhales once, twice, sharp to get it started. Then holds it out for Steve. Steve hasn’t smoked a joint with someone on a first date before, but he can make it work. He inhales deeply, blows the cloud out in front of them. Barely holds back the cough that tickles the base of his throat.

“Oh, you’re showing off, huh?” Eddie remarks, swipes for the joint but Steve just holds it up to Eddie’s mouth. He slowly leans in and lets Steve put it between his lips.

“We could share.” Steve suggests, raises his eyebrows and Eddie looks genuinely confused.

"What?"

“Uh. Nothing.” Steve says, digs his heel into the ground at their feet.

Steve feels embarrassment tug at his chest, didn’t mean to fumble it like that. Eddie passes the joint over so Steve can take another puff, and Steve coughs, hard. Has to give Eddie the joint back so he can lean over the side of the car and spit onto the ground, coughing and choking and it sounds like he's trying to hack up a lung.

"Jesus. Seems like you're out of practice." Eddie laughs, smacks Steve hard on the back and Steve wants to die. Wants to curl up on the ground because Eddie seems to have no interest in him. And his cough sounded nasty so who'd even want to kiss him after that?

The drive back to Eddie’s is a little quiet and Steve wonders if he’s lost his touch. There’s only a handful of dates he can think of where he didn’t get a goodnight kiss. And this might be one of them, because Eddie just stares out the window, watches the passing scenery.

When Steve pulls up outside Eddie’s trailer, he clears his throat. Turns off the car and they're sitting in the dark and it makes it a little easier to speak.

"Hey-"

“I’m uh, sorry. If I did something wrong.” Eddie says quietly, and Steve’s head spins. "You seem annoyed."

“You didn’t do anything. I thought I did something wrong.” Steve says.

Eddie slowly turns and meets his eyes. “What do you think you did wrong?”

“I mean... I’ve had a few bad dates in my life, but this is probably up there. Not - not that it was your fault, but, y’know. Bad movie, and the quarry was probably a stupid idea. Almost puked. It adds up.”

Eddie’s face is blank and he blinks once, twice. “This was a date?”

Steve’s heart sinks. Plummets so fast that he thinks he might puke for real. “Well. I mean. You asked - you asked me to see a movie.”

“Because I thought you’d like to go? You mentioned it a few weeks ago.”

“I mean... the tickets. The popcorn, everything.” Steve grasps at straws and Eddie is just blinking again, this time with confusion lacing each word as he speaks.

“Sorry. I wasn't thinking about it like that at all. I thought we were just hanging out.”

“Fuck.” Steve looks forward, feels himself sinking into the seat. “This is a first for me.”

Eddie laughs. “Me too. I don’t think anyone’s ever asked me out before.”

Steve wants to pitch himself out the car door. Wants to tuck and roll, never to be seen by anyone again. They sit in silence until Steve finally frowns in Eddie's direction.

“This is your fault. Why can’t you just ask someone to see a movie like a normal person, if this wasn’t a date?”

“I did ask you like a normal person!” Eddie says, then laughs again. “Not my fault if you assume everyone is asking you out.”

“It's usually true.” Steve mutters.

“So, this was a date." Eddie hits his shoulder gently, looks expectant. "Now what? What’s the next bit?”

“I mean.” Steve turns in his seat to face him. “If you’re about to get out of the car, this is when I’d make my move.”

“Okay, let’s see it.”

Steve shakes his head immediately. “You don’t deserve to see it.”

“C’mon. Lay it on me.” Eddie leans in a bit, half smiling. Goading.

"Do you actually want me to?" Steve asks, doubtful now. Eddie nods, but his smile is still a little too smug for Steve's liking.

"Fine." Steve clears his throat, faces Eddie head on. Reaches up and smooths his thumb along Eddie's jaw, slides his hand back to rest on the side of his neck. He catches Eddie's eyebrows go up, just a little, and his smile wavers.

"So. End of the date." Steve says softly, other hand mirroring the first. He can feel Eddie's pulse. "Usually, we've already kissed. But a certain someone was playing hard to get."

"I was not-"

Steve adjusts his hand, runs his thumb along Eddie's bottom lip instead and his words halt, looks a little trepidatious as Steve leans in.

Steve brushes his nose against Eddie's and doesn't miss how Eddie has stopped breathing, holds his breath in the quiet of the car. "People have said I'm a good kisser." Steve says softly, and Eddie breaks into a smile.

"What, like your calling card?" Eddie finally says, and Steve can almost feel his lips.

"Something like that." Steve says, then leans in, kisses him gently. Holds Eddie's face there and moves his lips only a little, waits until he feels Eddie relax against him, one of his hands coming up to grip Steve's forearm, before Steve leans in more. Tilts his head and kisses him properly, shows him a real Steve Harrington goodnight kiss.

Steve's hand goes into his hair, gets a little tangled in it, but uses it to pull Eddie closer and he hears the creak of the car seat that means Eddie is leaning in, shifting his weight closer.

Finally, Steve pulls away, and Eddie's eyes stay closed for a long moment before he opens them.

"Okay. I get it." Eddie says, pulls back. "I see what the fuss is about."

"Good."

The car is quiet except for their breathing, both looking at each other. Finally, Eddie cracks a grin, his hand winding its way into the front of Steve's shirt. Pulls him in like he's thinking about kissing him again.

"Now that I know what you're after, can you take me on an actual date next time? None of this movie and creepy pit in the forest nonsense?"

"Yeah." Steve laughs, lets Eddie tug him closer. "You've got it."

#thank you for the prompt!!#sorry this took forever #steddie fanfiction #steddie #sprint #vio writes #assassinduckie #i just like to embarrass steve i think

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