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Steddie Microfic

March prompt: ride

Word count: 453

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Rated T

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“I just…” he sighs, rests his chin on his hand. His elbow is balanced precariously on the edge of a stack of magazines. Robin really wants to yank the magazines out from under him. “I dunno, Robbie. I want-”

“To ride him like a horse?�� He splutters, but she’s not done. “For him to bang you like a screen door in a hurricane?”

“Jesus fuck,” he mutters, bright red as he smacks an entire palm over her face. She has the insane urge to lick his palm. It’s salty. “What the fuck?” He asks, moving to wipe his hand off and stare at her with a disgusted look.

“Okay but I’m not wrong.”

He just rolls his eyes. She’s totally right.

The bell above the door dings, alerting them to a customer. They both swing around to watch Eddie walk in. “Glorious afternoon, isn’t it?”

Steve blinks. “It’s storming.”

“You look like a drowned rat,” Robin agrees. “Nothing about today is glorious.”

“Uh-oh,” Eddie chuckles, “trouble in paradise?”

“Take her away from me,” Steve deadpans.

Eddie just smirks. “No can do, Steve-o, that’d make her sad. And then you’d be sad, and where would we be?” He grins, taps the counter, and wanders off.

Robin knows Steve can feel her unimpressed gaze on him. With every second he refuses to look at her, he blushes brighter and brighter. Finally she cracks first, snickering. Steve shoves her shoulder. “Shut up.”

“Really? That’s the man you want to ride into next Tuesday?”

“Jesus fuck, for a lesbian virgin you’re very interested in my gay sex life.”

“Well it’s nonexistent so far, that makes it easier for me.”

“And anyways,” Steve continues, as if she hadn’t said anything. “It’s not just about the sex.”

“Right, no, of course, because Eddie Munson just screams normal.”

Steve smiles a little, ducks his head. “No, but… that’s kind of why. He’s weird, yeah, but he’s real. And I haven’t had a lot of that. Not until you and Dustin.”

“I mean, isn’t his entire point that he’s also not real though? He’s obsessed with that dragons game. You don’t really have much in common, do you?”

“Like you and Nancy are so alike.”

“Touché, but Steve. Steve. You’ve seen her with a gun.”

“Yeah, okay. Fair point. I dunno, Robbie. I like being around him. We have fun. He makes me laugh.”

“You’re kinda gone on him, aren’t you?”

Steve shrugs, looks down at the counter again. “Yeah.”

“Then you should say something.”

Steve shrugs, plasters on a smile as Eddie rounds the corner. “Just this?”

“Just this,” he agrees. “And maybe a date? Friday?”

Steve blinks. “What?”

Eddie grins. “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

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Need A Ride?

Written for the @steddiemicrofic March prompt ‘ride’ | WC: 453 | Rating: T | CW: Vague allusions to masturbation and arousal, light swearing | Tags: pre-S4, flirty!Steve Harrington, oblivious!Eddie Munson

“You need a ride?”

Eddie stops bouncing his knee and chewing his thumbnail as Steve fucking Harrington peers at him through his Beemer’s passenger window with charmingly-squinted eyes.

Asshole.

Eddie doesn’t need this today, not on top of his van breaking down outside Melvald’s.

“Nah. Jeff’ll be here soon.”

“Tall guy? Hendrix shirt?”

“Umm, yeah...?”

“Just saw him at Family Video. He’s running mom-based errands, I said I’d relay the message.”

Steve blows his bangs off his forehead, dashingly handsomely.

Such an asshole.

“You getting in, or what?”

Initially Eddie ignores Steve’s conversation, not wanting his day to get any worse now he’s trapped in an enclosed space with his secret crush. Resigned, Steve flips on the radio to a report of an overturned tomato truck causing delays. He mumbles,

“Everyone’ll have to… ketchup.”

Eddie snorts. Rapidly camouflaging his amusement, he frowns, hard.

“My god, Steve, that was awful. I’m actually kinda embarrassed for you.”

Steve cackles as Eddie’s seriousness falters, breaking the tension. Talking, they discover new things about each other. Steve takes an occasional toke, Eddie doesn’t hate blue jeans, and there’s surprising overlap in their music tastes. Eddie eventually confesses to enjoying the Super Bowl, and internally buzzes when Steve admits he’s read The Hobbit.

To his astonishment he feels like they might even be connecting, until Steve, apparently from nowhere, starts sharing his dating frustrations.

“I mean, sure, I’ve had plenty of partners. And my hand’s fine ‘n’all, though it’s not as good as actually being with somebody. I’d just love to find someone who really gets me. Y’know?”

Eddie doesn’t know. The closest he’s got to dating is seeing a face in the Hideout crowd after their dingy bathroom hookup the week before.

Irrationally incensed at Steve’s ignorance of his privileged position, Eddie blurts, bitingly,

“Maybe you need to expand your horizons, Steve. Ask someone out who you’ve never considered worthy before.”

Steve’s hooded eyes regard Eddie’s increasingly reddening features for far too long. Smirking, he slowly raises an eyebrow.

“You got anyone in mind?”

Eddie’s brain shrieks Yeah! I do, actually! A tall, long-haired metalhead!, but his jaw clamps. His mind, however, roils, and he has to subtly adjust his position to hide his horrifyingly inappropriate chub.

At Eddie’s, Steve turns off the engine and slowly turns. Eddie’s not great at reading people’s intentions, but his expression might be… humility? Fear? Pensive optimism? Whatever it is, there’s something in that hot hazel gaze that flips Eddie’s belly. But can he really trust King Steve? After all, he’s a total assho—

Abruptly, Steve clears his throat and drops his tone low.

“You know what? I think you might be right. So, um, Eddie. You, uh… need a ride?”

Thanks so much for reading! And thanks to everyone at @steddiemicrofic for all their continued hard work 🙏🙏

A/N: Yes, I got the ketchup idea from Pulp Fiction, sue me 😜

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