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oldphonepreservation · 8 months
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Some GUI screenshots from the Sprint LG LX400:
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mintmatcha · 6 months
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"You're leaving?" He braces an arm against the door, muscles bunched tight as if ready for an attack. "You can't leave."
Your suitcase is already digging into your hand, the weight of your life too heavy to bear, and yet you have no other choice than to hold it despite the way it makes your shoulder and heart burn.
"Satoru." You don't try to push by. His infinity is on. You can feel its static lingering in the air between you, toiling away to keep you apart just as it always does.
"I'd kill for you." He launches into the same speech he always does, voice cracking in the same spaces as it did last time. "I'd burn the world to the ground for you. I'd do anything for you. That's not enough? You need more than that?"
Beneath his blindfold, his eyes are pulled wide enough that his forehead is scrunched lines. You can picture how his pupils must be pinpricks against that crystal blue, wild and fierce in a way you don't fear. His breath is heavier than you've ever seen it be during a fight, pulled in through his mouth so hard you can hear the hiss of it.
This is the real strife in his life: finding people who want to stay.
The ache in your muscles is sharp now, begging for you to just give in and drop your bag, but you don't. You stay there, chin pulled high as you say the things you've practiced in the bathroom mirror.
"You'd burn the world down just because you thought it might be fun."
Gojo physically starts out of surprise.
"You live for this. You like the chaos and the drama and these, these-" You speak so fast that you stumble, every word crowding to get out, "-These big gestures that don't mean anything. This doesn't mean anything."
Gojo's body sags as his muscles relax, arms dropping to the side. Even the buzzing in the air is quieted by his stunned silence.
"You're unhinged and driven by this thought that you're untouchable and that makes you better than everyone, even though you don't care about anything-"
"I'd kill for you." When he interrupts, it's soft. Sweet. It's a declaration of love, it's a promise, it's a plea. For once, you're glad his face is covered.
"I never wanted that." You step through the space he's created, out of the door and out of his life, "I just wanted you to live with me."
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cutielando · 5 months
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lucky number 100 ~ lando norris
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Summary: Lando finally gets the win he deserves in his 100th race.
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100 races.
If someone had told you that you would be with Lando and see his 100th race with McLaren, you would've probably laughed in their face.
You and Lando have been together for years, you being by his side ever since he started his racing career. You had never missed a race, not a weekend went by when you weren't seen on the paddock proudly wearing your boyfriend's number on your back.
With the COTA Grand Prix coming up, it also being Lando's 100th race in Formula 1, it was safe to say he was more nervous than he usually was.
That is precisely the reason why it was 1 in the morning before race day and Lando couldn't get himself to go to sleep. Thoughts plaguing his mind, all sorts of scenarios regarding the race going through his head.
You had fallen asleep earlier that evening, having been exhausted by the qualifying and everything. However, you woke up a little past 1, stretching your arm over Lando's side of the bed in search for his warmth but you were met with the cold sheets, making you frown.
"Honey?" you called out, rubbing your eyes and waiting for a response.
When you couldn't hear anything, you pulled the covers off your body and took Lando's hoodie that had been discarded on the floor and pulled it over your head.
You opened the door to your bedroom and walked out, quietly searching for your boyfriend in the middle of the night.
You found him sitting on the couch in your living room, watching TV with the volume down with a lost look in his eye.
"Baby, what are you doing up? You need to get some sleep before tomorrow" you said, making your way over to him and sitting down next to him, snuggling up in his arms.
"Sorry, I couldn't sleep. Kept fidgeting so I decided to come out here so I wouldn't wake you up" he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and kissed your temple, savoring the feeling of your body snuggled up to his.
"What's got you worked up?" you whispered, trailing one of your hands up and down his chest, knowing it was one of the things that helped calm him down in any situation.
"The race, I guess" he shrugged, not being able to really pinpoint the trouble himself.
"What about the race?" you pushed, knowing he had to get whatever it was off his chest.
"I don't know, I just feel like everybody expects me to win because it's my 100th race and everyone will be disappointed if that doesn't happen and I'll let everyone down"
You nodded your head, understanding now where he was coming from.
A lot of his fans and people in the F1 business are constantly talking about him winning this race, how amazing it would be if he did it and how it has been long overdue, which obviously puts a tremendous amount of stress on him.
If he does deliver, he's going to be on top of the world. But if he doesn't, people are going to judge, they're going to talk shit and judge him.
"You don't have to listen to anyone. Screw what other people are saying, you don't need to put this pressure on yourself. Just drive how you know you can and let the result be whatever it may be. I'm still going to be proud of you, regardless if you end up being P1 or P20, baby" you raised your head and took his chin in your hands, making him look at you.
"You're not going to be disappointed if I don't win?" his voice was so soft and vulnerable, it made your heart break at the thought of possibly being anything but proud of him.
"Baby, no. I'll be proud of you if you finish first and I'll be proud of you if you finish last. That doesn't matter to me. All that I care about is that you are safe and come back to me in one piece. I love you, and I'm always going to support you in everything, but you need to stop letting these things get to you. You know what you're capable of, put that talent to use and have fun"
He sighed but a small smile made its way on his lips before he slowly nodded his head.
"You always know what to say, one of the many reasons why I love you" he leaned in and pecked your lips, bringing you into an even tighter hug afterwards.
"I should consider switching my job as a full-time wag to being a motivational speaker" you joked, enjoying the sound of his laugh filling the room.
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"10 minutes to go" Lando's engineer said as he poked his head in his driver's room where the two of you were hanging out.
Lando nodded and his engineer left, leaving the two of you alone again.
"This is it" he spoke up, looking at his hands which were fidgeting on his lap.
You took his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers with his in order to calm him down.
"Remember, don't push yourself too hard and risk crashing or getting hurt. It's not worth it. You'll get your win, baby, but don't push it today if it's not meant to be. Be safe, please"  
Lando nodded and gave you a reassuring smile, kissing you deeply after you stopped talking.
You squeezed his hand as you pulled away and stood up, motioning that you should get going.
You walked with him until you got to his car, giving him one final kiss before he got into the car and put his helmet on.
Lando's engineer motioned for you to join him, giving you a pair of headphones so you could be up to date with everything happening.
You all watched the formation lap before every driver got into their respective positions. You held your breath as you saw the lights before it was time to finally begin the race.
Lights out.
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He did it.
He had won first ever race in F1. 
You couldn't explain the pride and love that filled your heart when he was the first one to see the checkered flag.
He had absolutely dominated the whole race, managing to overtake every single car on the track and maintaining his position when it seemed that he might be under attack.
You don't think you had ever seen him drive better than he did today.
"Y/N! I did it!!!" he shouted as he ran to you, helmet and balaclava already off.
"I'm so proud of you, baby!!" you squealed and jumped into his arms, squeezing him like never before.
"Oh my God, I did it, my love. This is all for you" he exclaimed, holding you tightly and squeezing your waist.
"No, Lando. This is for you. You've been waiting your whole life for this, you've worked so hard all these years and today everything finally paid off. I'm proud of you to the moon and back, baby" you pulled away from the hug just enough so you could lean in and kiss him, pouring every single feeling of pride and adoration for him into the kiss.
"I love you so much" he muttered against your lips, refusing to let go of you when his PR manager called him for some interviews.
"I love you too, my winner"
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l8tof1 · 6 months
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lewis' full onboard overtaking alonso and the ferraris
📻 bono: "these three cars ahead are all on softs, we can have them all. that's alonso, leclerc, sainz, you can do it!"
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2000beanies · 11 months
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specialcar · 6 months
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1962 Alfa Romeo 2600 sprint
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contac · 2 years
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mushroomyhouse · 9 months
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The seasonal illustration typesetter series by the one and only @snowlattes
Intricately designed and illustrated by Snow with plants growing and blooming in typewriters from every season. Available in 5 different variations — Spring, Summer in Sunny and Rainy, Autumn and Winter.
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f1-birb · 5 months
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Lando being 6.7 behind Charles after finally getting past Carlos and the gap being less than 9 tenths by the end of Lap 19 holy fuck
if only Carlos hadn't defended so hard we could've been P3
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boanerges20 · 5 months
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Shinya Kimura
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itsgoingdutchin2021 · 5 months
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I genuinely, wholeheartedly enjoyed this sprint. The racing was just so good, so thrilling and so entertaining to watch. Never thought I’d say that about a sprint race.
Is this an unpopular opinion? 🤔
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oldphonepreservation · 8 months
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Samsung SPH-A790 menu theme as a GIF
One of the menu themes from the Samsung SPH-A790 / IP-A790 as a single GIF. Oddly enough, this and a few other Samsung Sprint phones store certain menu graphics and the boot animation as lossy JPEG frames!
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sloaners · 1 year
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we’re on a road to nowhere~
kagumo travels for @ohayohimawari ✨
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cutielando · 5 months
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always and forever ~ charles leclerc
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Summary: You and Charles have always been there for each other, and you will continue to do so always and forever.
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It had always been the two of you.
You had known each other since you were kids, starting as best friends and then evolving into a beautiful couple that stuck with each other through everything.
You were always there to cheer him up and make him feel better after bad races, he was always there when the hate from the fans was too much for you. You were a rock to each other.
Charles has had a bad year. Ferrari was doing worse than ever, he couldn't win races because of the car, people were putting pressure on him to perform and he just felt like he couldn't do it anymore without breaking down.
He's had his fair load of bad strategies, long pit stops, feeling like the team didn't support him and prioritized Carlos instead of him, overall just doing him dirty all year long.
It was now time for the last race of the season, Abu Dhabi. 
Like always, you were right next to your boyfriend, having taken time off work to make sure you could be there with him for the entire weekend.
You were currently in your hotel room, getting ready to go with Charles to the paddock ahead of qualifying that afternoon.
"I don't want to go" Charles said while he watched you do your hair, his heart swelling when he saw you wearing a Ferrari shirt with his name and number on the back.
"Why not? You love Abu Dhabi" you frowned in confusion, just now seeing how truly miserable he looked.
"I know how things will play out, so I don't even see the point of racing when I just now I'll disappoint everyone yet again" he shrugged, looking at his feet and playing with his fingers.
You put down the hair straightener that you were holding and stepped closer to him, taking his face in your hands and making him have no choice but to look at you.
"Mon amour, I know you've had a tough year, and nobody is blaming you for your results. Everyone sees that Ferrari is letting you down and they know you are doing the best you can with what you have. Stop worrying about what people are going to say and just go out there and do what you love the most. Race, have fun. Screw the results, I'm going to be proud of you no matter what place you end up on. But just go and have fun one last time this year and we'll come back stronger next year" by the time you finished speaking, Charles was biting his lip and a tear was threatening to spill from his eye.
"I love you so much, you know that?" he whispered and chuckled, his voice cracking at the end.
"I love you too, and I'm so proud of you, baby" you whispered before leaning in and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.
Charles wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling your body flush against his, wanting to be as close to you as humanly possible.
You were holding him just as tightly, your arms securely wrapped around his neck while one hand played with the small hairs at the back of his neck.
"Ready?" you asked once you pulled away, outstretching your hand towards him with an encouraging smile.
He nodded and took your hand, placing a kiss on the back of it.
"Let's go"
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The Ferrari garage was buzzing.
Engineers were running around, Charles and Carlos were deep into a conversation, Frederic was trying to keep everyone under control and you were just hanging around with Arthur, Charles' brother, shaking your head at the chaos that was the red Italian team.
"It's amazing hos disorganized they've been the entire year" Arthur quietly said into your ear, making sure nobody from the team could hear him.
"I know, it took a huge toll on Charles. He didn't even want to come today, it took me half an hour to persuade him to just go race and have some fun" you said, your eyes finding Charles every now and then.
He seemed a little calmer than he was back at your hotel while talking to Carlos, knowing that he enjoyed the Spaniard's company and honestly valued their friendship outside the track.
"I wonder if he'll stay at Ferrari next year" Arthur wondered, now also looking at his brother.
"You know he's still under contract, he wouldn't just leave them like that after 5 years" you explained, but on the inside you wished he would do just that.
Charles was one of the best drivers on the grid, everyone knew that. A lot of teams would love to have him in their line-up, including Red Bull and McLaren. You've spoken to Charles about potential offers and what he thought his future looked like, but you knew he would say loyal to Ferrari until the end of his contract.
"I know, but maybe he'll change his mind once the next season is done if Ferrari don't get a grip and improve, you know" Arthur explained, and you nodded.
"I hope so. We've talked about it, but he said he didn't want to think about that just yet" you said, dropping the subject once you saw your boyfriend making his way over to the two of you.
"What are you two plotting?" he teased, hugging Arthur before wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your cheek.
"Nothing you should know" Arthur said, winking at the both of you before leaving to give you a moment before the start of the race.
You turned to Charles, studying his face.
"How are you feeling?" you asked quietly, taking a hold of his hands.
"I'm fine. I'm just going to go out there and drive the best I can, like I always do. Have some fun, just like you said. Have to listen to the wifey, right?" he smiled teasingly, the nickname making you blush heavily.
Charles had recently started calling you his "wifey" after having been together for 3 years. You often talked about the future and knew that you both wanted to spend the rest of your lives together and would take the next step when you both felt ready.
But what you didn't know was that the day might come sooner than you thought.
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Contrary to what everyone was expecting, Charles had managed to win the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. He drove so well, like his life depended on it and you couldn't have been more proud of him.
When it was time for the podium celebrations, you couldn't take your eyes off him as he received his much-wanted trophy, holding it up in the air and blowing you a kiss once he found you in the huge crowd.
Before the champagne shower could start, however, Charles asked for a microphone, putting his trophy down and looking nervously at Max and Lando, the teammates he shared the podium with.
"Wow. I can't believe we did it. We had a tough year at Ferrari this season, not being quite where we wanted, but we ended the season on a high note and I want to thank every single member of the team that made this all possible" he said, putting the mic down to give a round of applause for everyone.
You followed suit, your eyes never leaving him.
"Secondly, I want to thank a special person, but I need her up here with me. Y/N, will you come up here, please?" he asked, the lights suddenly finding you in the crowd.
Your eyes widened, a heavy blush coating your cheeks. Charles' PR manager found you in the crowd and helped lead you upstairs towards the podium, giving you a silent encouragement before she let you step out.
The crowd was cheering when they say you standing next to your boyfriend, prompting you to give them a small wave before turning to Charles.
"Y/N, there aren't enough that can express how much I love you and how deeply grateful I am to have you in my life. You've been with me throughout this entire journey, 4 years now already you've put up with me. You know me better than I know myself, you always know what to say and how to make me feel better after a bad race, you're always there for me, cheering me on and supporting me through everything and I can't thank you enough for it all" he spoke, putting his hand in his pocket and taking out a small, velvet box.
Your eyes instantly widened and filled with tears, knowing what was about to happen. Your hands went up to your mouth, not believing it was finally happening.
"I never want to know what my life would look like without you in it because I plan on spending every second left of it cherishing you and being by your side. So, Y/N Y/L/N, will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?" opening the box, you saw the most beautiful diamond ring you had ever laid your eyes on, making your tears freely swim down your cheeks.
You didn't trust your voice, so you nodded your head feverishly, falling to your knees in front of him and collapsing into his arms, holding on for dear life.
You cried into his shoulder, holding onto each other tightly. The crowd erupted into loud cheers, Max and Lando opening the champagnes and spraying everyone around them, congratulating the two of you.
You pulled away from the hug and kissed Charles, pouring every single emotion you felt in that moment into the kiss. 
"Do you want the ring?" his tone was teasing once you pulled away and he still held the ring in his hand.
You laughed, nodding and extending your hand towards him.
He took out the ring and gently pushed it onto your ring finger, it fitting like it was made just for you.
"I love you so much, amour. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my days with you" you whispered, bringing him in for another hug.
"I promised you always and forever, I intend to keep that promise"
And as you stood kneeling in the middle of the podium, celebrations taking place all around you, the only thing you focused on was each other, nothing able to burst your little bubble of bliss.
Your always and forever love.
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l8tof1 · 6 months
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📻
lewis: did mclaren win?
garage: yeah, got piastri in p1
lewis: ah amazing, congrats to oscar and the team!
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toburnup · 1 year
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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?”
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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."
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