#steve is good at flirting

[rambamthxman]

Eddie.

You're thinking out loud, Eddie.

Eddie.

Eddie please💀

-Robin

[raeofgayshine]

Thinking again about the fact that when Eddie and Dustin finally convince Steve to play DnD with the party, all of them, but especially Eddie, quickly become exasperated with Steve who has extremely high charisma, and decides that he can fix almost any situation by flirting with whoever they were in conflict with. Especially the fucking monsters, this man is bound and determined to himself a monster boyfriend and until it happens, he will make every single person they come across fall in love with him. So naturally, this happens a lot:

Steve: I’m going to flirt with them

Eddie, exasperated: Steve, you can’t date this monster, he’s trying to kill you-

Steve: Hot.

Steve: I’ll flirt with them harder then

[harmonictechnicality]

*no rest for the wicked*

my teensy contribution to @thefreakandthehair's spicy six summer collection 💖 | word count: 3k | rating: T | ao3 link | also, this wouldn't exist if @chocoarts didn't send me a sketch that immediately set off sparklers in my brain so bless youuu ✨

Twenty-six hours. That’s how long Eddie has been up. Twenty-six hours and twelve minutes. The heaviness hanging in his eyes is medieval-level torturous, and the cramp in his left calf is probably permanent by now. 

A sane person who enjoys sleeping might be asking, ‘Why? Why put yourself through this when there’s a perfectly decent bed down the hall?’ And Eddie would be forced to reply back with two, simple words:

Concert. Tickets.

That’s right, Eddie is actively murdering his own brain cells to win two vip tickets on the radio. Twenty-seven hours ago, it seemed like a grand idea. Genius, even. It’s free and minimal effort - he just has to call the station every hour on the dot. No biggie, right?

Ha, sure. Tell that to the muscles in his eyelids.

“How much longer do you have?” Chrissy asks, snagging a magazine from the stack on the couch.

Eddie checks his watch. Huffs out a laugh. “Let’s just say, I could watch the entire Star Wars trilogy including the credits for each one.”

“Translating to...?”

“Seven-ish hours.” Robin quickly chimes. She pops out of her bedroom and joins Chrissy’s side, instantly threading their hands together. They share a look, one that makes Eddie believe in nice things, even in his state of misery. It’s their superpower, injecting their optimistic outlook into the atmosphere. Infectious in the best way. 

“I always forget that you speak fluent nerd.” Chrissy snorts.

“Ouch.” Robin gasps and pulls away, stomping off to their room. Too dramatic to be believable. “Get back to bed before I actually feel offended by that.”

Normally, Eddie is charmed by how hopelessly in love his roommates are with each other. But right now, they are his mortal enemies (well, tied with The Clock), because they get to sleep and he gets to stare at the lightbulb in the ceiling fan. Every now and then, it flickers, which never fails to startle him. 

Good. He desperately needs the extra alertness. 

Another forty-five minutes go by before anything noteworthy happens. Eddie’s other roommate gets off his night shift around one in the morning. The front door squeals as it opens, crackling all the adrenaline leftover in Eddie’s body. 

“Scared the shit out of me, man.” Which could’ve been a literal statement if Eddie hadn’t just taken a bathroom break.

“Gotta get this door fixed.” Steve says. That’s what he always says when it creaks. The reaction never changes, always skating his fingers over the door hinges, mouth twisting to the side. Hands on his hips in disapproval. Eddie has to look away before Steve breaks out his insufferably cute ‘foot tap’ routine. “Hey - why are you still up?”

Ah, yes. Just what Eddie needed. A reminder that it’s fucking late. He finds the energy (or common decency, who knows) to point at the phone. Then to the radio.

“You’re still doing that, huh?”

Eddie nods twice.

“Damn, I’ve never heard you this quiet.” Steve sounds genuinely surprised. A little too smug for Eddie’s liking. “Didn’t know your mouth could stay in a straight line for this long.”

There it is. The rich boy smartassery that will never die. Always lurking in the depths of his genetic makeup.

Eddie claps, total deadpan.

The conversation lulls while Steve messes around in the kitchen for a bit. He’s noisily opening cabinets and clanking dishes around in the sink. Eventually, he walks back into the living room with two beers. 

Both for him apparently. “Well, listen,” he starts out. Kicks his feet up on the coffee table. “I’m pretty wired after work, so if you need some company-”

“Six… hours… left.” Eddie musters out.

“Okay well, I doubt I’ll last that long. But I can give it a shot.”

Eddie smirks, raises both eyebrows. “There’s a dirty joke somewhere in there. Too tired to find it though.”

“Good to know the horny part of your mind is still awake.” Steve gives Eddie a small pat on the head. 

“Oh? That’s a good thing?”

“Depends on who you ask.”

“I’m asking you.” It’s too direct, Eddie hears it. And now it’s just Out There - his inability to flirt in a subtle way. And yeah, he could blame it on sleep deprivation, but he’s never been known for his mastery of ambiguity so…

The pause goes on long enough for the light to flicker again, the room growing darker with it. Steve takes a swig of his drink and smiles. “It’s good to know, Ed.”

The light flickers even darker.

Eddie is fully awake after that. Which could’ve been part of Steve’s plan - stimulate his brain with flirty comments and keep him up with those melty smiles. It’s no secret that Eddie turns into a hair-twirling loser around this guy. 

Even after living together for a year and seeing one another’s most disgusting habits, he still feels this way. Tight throat, stomach flips. Purely smitten in a way that would nauseate deadbeat poets.

In this moment, however, it’s a wonderful remedy to staying awake throughout the rest of the night. Much more effective than energy drinks and Tootsie Rolls.

Steve ends up on the floor, leaning against the edge of the couch. He sips another beer, recounting some bullshit that happened during his shift at the hotel. Eddie does his best impression of Listening to Steve’s stories, but the words are just buzzing around the glow of Steve’s hair and the shine on his lips. Nodding at seemingly appropriate times is all Eddie currently can offer.

“Sleeping with your eyes open, Munson?”

Eddie blinks hard. “Huh?”

“Creepy, but impressive.” Steve laughs, tapping his hand against Eddie’s leg. “You should add that to the Special Skills column on your resumé.”

“Bold of you to assume I have a resumé.”

They spend the next hour doing just that - adding useless skills to Eddie’s nonexistent resumé. It keeps them busy. Content. Steve smacks Eddie’s knee anytime he laughs, leaves his hand longer every time. Maybe that’s all in Eddie’s semi-dormant mind, especially since Steve shows casual affection to all of his friends. But the warmth of his palm is real enough to have Eddie fully committed to making Steve laugh as much as possible.

“What about… Expert Paper Clip Chain-Maker?” Steve suggests. 

Eddie stares at the chain in his hand, the one he was oblivious to creating. He whips it around like a lasso and then shrugs. “A bit wordy.”

“So you’re saying length matters?”

“Christ on toast, Harrington. You’re awfully quick to jump to that conclusion, aren’t you?”

Steve doesn’t answer, just starts laughing again. Eddie didn’t even need to tell a shitty joke this time. 

And when Steve’s hand hits his knee, sliding slightly up his thigh, Eddie laughs along with him. It’s the only way to cover up the heat rushing to his face.

Eddie enters the realm of delirium with three hours left in his challenge. He slumps onto the floor next to Steve, nudging his shoulder, staring into his sleep-heavy eyes. It’s four in the morning, inhibitions be damned.

“Do you think if you ever visit Europe, they’d call you Harring-metric-ton?” Eddie picks a piece of lint off Steve’s sleeve. Perfect excuse to reach out, move in closer.

Steve groans. “Yikes. But yes, that question keeps me up at night.”

“So that’s why you’re still awake. See, I knew it wasn’t because of my silly little concert tickets.” 

As soon as the words leave his lips, Eddie convinces himself that it’s the truth. Which is so dumb, so stupid. But this seed of insecurity keeps him going, fully projecting his assumptions onto Steve’s harmless comment. Somewhere deep down, buried underneath his exhaustion, Eddie knows it was a joke. But he can’t seem to shut up anymore.

“The riddle has been solved, folks! We finally know why Stevie here is still awake.” Eddie exclaims, flinging his arms out to the side. “Alert Scooby and the gang at once! Mystery Incorporated can finally pack up their magnifying glasses and pursue careers with better health insurance. Ones that covers vision costs this time. It’s what dear, ol' Velma deser-”

“Eddie.” Steve places a hand on Eddie’s arm, holding him still. Was he moving? Oh god, was he shaking? 

Fucking mortifying.

Steve’s thumb swipes across Eddie’s skin, tracing diagonal lines back and forth. “You’re rambling.”

“And you’re…” Eddie loses focus. He looks down at the hypnotic patterns that Steve is making. “There. Doing that.”

Steve stops briefly to flip Eddie’s hand over, starts tracing the lines in his palm instead. The pressure makes Eddie’s heart lurch up into his throat. He can feel it thumping in his neck, faster with every stroke of Steve’s fingers. All he wants to do is close his hand around them, keep Steve there for the rest of the night. Longer if he’d let him.

“I can stop if it’s weird.” Steve’s voice is so much quieter than it was earlier. 

Don’t stop. Eddie thinks. Can’t say it like that because gross. Humiliating and gross. “It’s not weird.”

Steve keeps his focus on the motion, Eddie does the same. They stay like this for a while, just watching. Intently staring over the invisible lines like pages in a novel. Eddie is pretty sure he’s breathing too loud, can hear it above the whistle in the air conditioner. Wonders if Steve can hear it too. 

Probably.

“That’s not why I’m staying awake.” Steve says, never breaking the pattern.

“No?”

“It’s who I’m staying awake for.”

Steve finally stops, right in the center of Eddie’s hand. The air in the room goes dense, weighted with acknowledgment. Something has changed and Eddie can feel it everywhere. 

He tilts forward, pulling his gaze away from his hand and up at Steve’s lips. If he weren’t stuck between half-awake and total-delirium, Eddie would just do it. Kiss Steve the way he’s always wanted to. Syrupy slow and deep. Savoring every second.

He could do it right now, right this second. But his focus starts drifting as he closes his eyes. “Did Chrissy tell you?” Eddie grumbles, almost unintelligible. 

“Tell me what?”

Eddie’s head falls, landing somewhere on Steve’s chest. He inhales the scent of laundry detergent (because Steve and Chrissy are the only avid laundry-doers in the apartment). It’s so soothing, drawing him further into a dreamlike place.

“Tell me what, Ed?”

“That I…” Eddie is nearly asleep before he can finish the thought. The confession:

‘That I’m crazy about you.’

Sunlight hits Eddie first, startles him so much that he jolts upward. Fully awake. It takes a few seconds of furiously rubbing his eyes before the dread kicks in. 

Morning.

It’s morning.

“Shit.”

Eddie fell asleep.

Steve fell asleep.

“Shitshitshit. So many shits!” He fumbles through the labyrinth of blankets and pillows around him, snatching his watch from the coffee table:

10:24 a.m.

“Goddamnit!”

Eddie sinks back down to the floor, clutching the phone that serves him no purpose anymore. All of those hours of waiting and calling for nothing. Even if general admission wasn’t already sold out, it’s not like Eddie could afford tickets on his own. He can barely keep up with his share of the rent. Chrissy had to cover for his grocery run last week and he still hasn’t paid her back.

It’s just so expected too - for him to fuck up like this. Always letting opportunities slip through the cracks, making careless mistakes. No one will be surprised that he failed at such a simple task like calling a fucking radio station.

Eddie sets the phone back on the table and cleans up the living room in a daze. Every now and then, he mutters under his breath about being a total moron. He stays relatively quiet for the most part though. No use in throwing a bitchfest while Steve is blissfully conked out three feet away.

Of course he looks good sleeping too, even in the midst of Eddie’s breakdown. Unfair.

Just before heading back to his room, Eddie hears that familiar door creak. Same one that always sets off Steve’s inner handyman tendencies. 

He looks back to see Chrissy padding towards him with a blanket wrapped around her. For someone who hasn’t had their mood-altering cup of coffee yet, she looks extremely pleased to see him. Maybe she knows about the fate of the concert tickets. Maybe this is an early-risers pity party.

Fucking yay.

“Chris, please don’t try to-”

His words are muffled by Chrissy throwing her arms (and blanket cape) around him. She’s so bouncy, the way she always gets with Robin whenever their favorite song comes on at the karaoke bar. He pats her on the back and clears his throat, still trying to piece together what this exchange could be about. However, Eddie is functioning on a few hours of sleep, so his cognitive skills are groggy at best.

She gives him one more squeeze and then looks up, positively gleaming. “I knew it! I knew it would finally happen!”

“That I’d screw up for the umpteenth time in my life? Gee thanks, Chris.” Eddie says.

“What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you and Steve!” She whisper-yells back.

Was she snooping on them last night? He wouldn’t put it past her, snoopiness is the foundation of their friendship. Well, whatever Chrissy thought she saw, she’s wrong. Sure, Steve and Eddie flirted, both letting some potentially mutual feelings slip out.

But it was all cut short by Eddie passing out mid-flirt. God knows how Steve took that reaction. Probably assumed Eddie was so bored that he would rather sleep than makeout with him. Or worse, that Eddie was pretending to sleep to let him down easy.

Christ, he doesn’t wanna think about that right now. Not while he’s still mourning the loss of his precious tickets.

“Hate to break it to you, honeyjam, but nothing happened.” Eddie shakes his head, gesturing to Steve who hasn’t budged from the recliner. “It’s just me over here and Steve over there. No conjunction connecting us together in that way.”

He can already tell Chrissy isn’t buying it. She’s getting that little forehead wrinkle right above her eyebrows, just like an angry cartoon character. Her best attempt at intimidation. “You didn’t see what I saw.” 

“Gay desperation?”

“No, you jackass. Come here!”

Chrissy yanks Eddie into his bedroom, demanding for him to lock the door. He listens, mainly because the intimidation is starting to work a little. They sit at the edge of the bed and she begins to explain everything she saw:

Steve constructing a wall of blankets and pillows around Eddie to ensure he slept comfortably. Steve waiting by the phone, tapping his foot in that insufferably cute way that Eddie loves so much. Steve scoring the tickets, celebrating quietly to himself.

“How long were you standing at the door, weirdo?” Eddie teases her to avoid the way his stomach is twisting around her words. 

Chrissy shushes him and squeals. “And he kissed your cheek!”

“Liar.”

“He did, I swear! He kissed you on the cheek or the chin or the nose. I don't know which one for sure because my view was obstructed by all of your hair.”

Eddie instinctively combs his fingers through a few strands, undoing the knotted pieces. Not all of them, but enough to keep his hands busy while he thinks through this. Processing. “And you’re sure it wasn’t a dream?”

“Positive.”

“What about a hallucination? Didn’t Byers make a batch of those infamous brownies again?”

Chrissy gives a deep sigh. “Whatever. You’re hopeless.” She shrugs the blanket back over her arms and heads toward the door. More than a fair assessment, Eddie can’t argue even if he wanted to (he always does). 

He stares at the line of posters along his wall, letting Chrissy’s words replay over and over. Imagining what it might have felt like. If Steve’s breath was warm or if his lips were soft. Eddie wonders how it looked to have Steve dipping down to his level. Staying so quiet, so careful not to disturb him. The visuals swarm his head until there’s nothing left but Steve. 

Him and Steve. Connecting them together in that way after all.

So, Eddie gets up and walks back into the living room. He takes in the view of Steve curled up in the recliner, mouth slightly parted open. Chest falling with every sniffle, not quite a snore.

There’s so many emotions while looking at him. Eddie can’t just pin one down to fully comprehend what's going on. All he can do is repeat the scene that’s occupying his mind, settling in his bones.

“Here,” he whispers, placing another blanket across Steve’s lap. It’s feathery gentle, more than he intends for it to be. So gentle that Steve doesn’t shift or stir. 

Eddie takes a deep breath and bends down, close enough to notice all the little details. The ones he’s been too sheepish to indulge in before last night. 

The tiny hairs on Steve’s forearm. The creases in his t-shirt. The bit of dried toothpaste on his chin. None of it should make his cheeks feel this flushed, but they do.

He lets the rush of bravery wash through him as he kisses Steve on the tip of his nose. Just the way Steve must’ve done to him. It’s swift, lighter than he means for it to be. Barely touching. But it’s enough to switch his heart rate up a few notches, pulsing jumping in his wrist.

Eddie steps away, waiting to see if Steve wakes up. Not entirely sure if he wants that or if he’d rather keep this memory to himself. 

“Thanks… by the way.” Eddie adds, brushing the tips of his fingers over Steve’s hand. Wishing he could trace the lines in his palm. Rewind back to last night and pause it there indefinitely. “I’ll tell you again when you’re up, but yeah.”

“Thank you, Steve Harrington.”

[plistommy]

You asked for a sub and I delivered. You know Steve, right?

[harringroveera]

Steve’s determined to achieve his goal, and Nancy’s gonna help

[ac0smicdanc3r]

I need Eddie and Will to bond over the fact that they are both queer in small-town Indiana. Eddie becoming somewhat of a mentor to Will, giving him advice on how to approach his crush on Mike and encouraging him to tell Mike about his feelings. (After listening to Mike go on and on about how great Will is at hellfire, Eddie has no doubts that Mike feels the same).

Eddie becomes even more enthusiastic when he starts dating Steve (who he had previously believed to be the straightest man in all of Indiana), telling Will “If even my annoying ass can get a man, your pure soul has nothing to worry about”.

After much encouragement and many pep talks, Will finally agrees to tell Mike about his feelings and ask him out (depending on how the whole admitting-he-has-a-crush-on-his-best-friend thing goes). His plan is to pull Mike aside at the movie night Steve is having at his house on Saturday.

When Saturday arrives, Will finds himself in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van, which has been parked outside of Steve’s house for the last ten minutes as he debates whether or not he should just ask Eddie to drive him back home. Eventually, his mental tennis match of leave-stay-leave-stay is interrupted by Eddie’s impatience.

Eddie: Byers, staring at the outside of Steve’s house for the last ten minutes has been great but did you know that it also has an inside?

Will:

Eddie: We could check it out sometime…sometime soon…like I’m talking in the near future…so near it’s basically the present…ok I’m going now-

Will: How do you do it?

Eddie: Huh?

Will: The whole ‘dating a guy’ thing. I mean I’ve watched you when you talk Steve. You have a comeback for everything, you make him laugh, you smile right.

Eddie: I smile right?

Will: And then you do that thing with your hair.

Eddie: Oh, you mean when I try to hide behind it?

Will: And then you walk away, and he just stands there, amazed, like he can’t believe what just happened.

Eddie: That’s because I just stole his wallet.

Will: I’ll never be able to do that. Boys? Dating? Forget it.

Eddie: Listen, I am not nearly as suave as you think I am but the talking part, you just get used to. The stealing-his-wallet thing, I can teach you. And the leaving-him-amazed part? With your kindness and killer brown eyes, I’m not worried. You’ll do fine. Just give yourself a little time to get there.

Will: Is a minute enough?

Eddie: Plenty. Come on now, hustle! We are thirty minutes late.

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ST characters as Gilmore Girls scenes/dialogue pt 4.

This one is from season 1 episode 8 of GG. I could not resist using this dialogue for Eddie & Will because I think there is so much potential for a cool friendship between them :)

[momotonescreaming]

Fantasy AU where Steve is a centaur and Eddie is a blacksmith who specialises in horseshoes

[starsnheroes]

clint x steve

send ships or characters. it's goofy hours.

Mun Answer

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

So at one time, maybe i'd have; but with how valuable of a dynamic they have in the comics, and how important Steve is to Clint; but also like Steve is like The Male Authority Figure in Clint's life that like is different from all his past ones; and there's so much and it's so much of like a important platonic and resspect based dynamic; to like romantic ruins it for me. and i don't ship it like that cause of the value of Steve being Captain America and his relationship with Clint; like Clint takes on Ronin, truly, becasue he is lost, but a Ronin is a masterless samurai. Captain America/Steve was that master. So him being dead rally affected him.

Clint Answer

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

❝ Does the retirement home know you've wandered this far? ❞ But everyone were all in agreement that Steve Rogers was hot; he especially liked when old Glamour Pants' eyes sparkled when he was angry. He really doesn't wanna examine his father figure issues through his whole thing about Captain America and Steve Rogers (whose kind of like his hero, the ideal of the person he'll never be on the inside but wanted to be). Okay, maybe there's something there but...

❝ C'mon, you know you're America's wet dream. ❞

[jjkyaoi]

i think it's rlly silly (slash positive) whenever ppl try to portray eddie as this suave and cool and flirtatious guy in their steveddie fics as if he would know Anything abou t how to get bitches. said lightly. i love him. but the way he flirted with chrissy was flopping on the ground and pretending to be dead and the way he flirted with steve was complimenting him by a reference he didn't understand and then when he didn't get it he doubled down and went "it was metal of u .,,,🌈" girl doesn't have a suave bone in his body when it comes to people he enjoys !! get with it !!

[life-in-pink-and-black]

Tender eyes (and seductive lips).

Eddie is Eddie and that's it, there's no more, everyone knows Eddie, they know what he's like, and Eddie is a gremlin of chaos always and that's it, a dramatic guy as inconspicuous as an elephant in a pottery store, there's no more science behind it.

Or at least, there shouldn't, there shouldn't be any more science behind Eddie being Eddie but there is, there is because something happens when he and Steve go to a gay bar, something that wasn't supposed to be a big deal, not for Eddie and Steve at least, they were supposed to be chaperoning Robin while she flirts with pretty women freely.

It was supposed to be.

And that's what happens, more or less.

All goes well, Robin was asked to dance by a girl who looks a little older than her but not too much, she's attractive and, if there's anything to tell by the way Robin's face went through several shades of red, she's very interested in her.

Everything is going well until some men come up to them to flirt and Steve gets a little nervous, they are two attractive guys, Steve can recognize that but he doesn't like them, he just came to accompany Robin and he is about to tell them that until he turns to see Eddie.

Eddie who doesn't look like Eddie.

Or well, he exaggerates, he obviously looks like Eddie, he is the usual Eddie but he is also different, there is a part of Eddie that he never saw (didn't he?) and he is seeing him bring it out right now.

His big brown eyes stare at one of the men, when he speaks he addresses both of them but looks more intently at one, the taller one, he has light brown hair combed to the side (and very battered, if anyone asks), his clothes are dark and Steve knows they wouldn't look bad on Eddie, his plump lips are stretched into an almost feline smile, very different from his usual playful smiles, there's nothing innocent about this one and Steve feels something inside him change (or release, would probably be more accurate), his body looks relaxed and his energy is much calmer than it usually is but just as intense.

-Sorry, babes, but my friend here is straight, he just came to support a friend, me on the other hand...- his voice comes out in a low tone that makes something inside him shudder and he leaves the sentence uncompleted, just stands there, half leaning on the table with his damn Bambi eyes being more attractive than they have any right to be and his lips looking too good under the weird light of the bar

Steve knows he said something but if someone asked him he couldn't repeat it.

He just stands there, his mind looping "me on the other hand" and watching as Eddie interacts with the ugly-haired man some more while his friend goes somewhere else, watches as they get closer, as Eddie puts his hands on his arms, hands that keep going up and caress his chest until they reach his shoulders, even looking totally shameless as he fiddles with the guy's hair and his arms rest on his shoulders now, they're so close Eddie might as well sit on top of him.

They're talking too, Steve sees their lips moving and knows that everything Eddie says can't be anything less than obscene from the way the guy looks like he's about to lunge forward and commit a crime of public indecency.

Steve just watches as he drinks more beer and has little flashbacks of his time saving the world (he wonders what that has to do with it).

They go on like this until Eddie seems to remember his existence (and he wonders if his face looks as bitter as that thought was).

He sees him say goodbye with a kiss on the cheek very close to the lips, they exchange numbers because apparently they liked each other and finally, finally the guy leaves.

Eddie turns to see him, with a playful look that is more familiar to him and a small smile.

-I still have my charm, Harrington, Luke looked like he was about to cum in his pants.

And Steve, who doesn't even register the other guy's name because his brain is still processing what just happened and how he feels about it, blurts out:

-You like guys.

Eddie stands still, watching him with a somewhat puzzled expression for a few seconds too long, until his lips stretch into a smile he barely knew today, accompanied by a look that is awakening things he didn't know about himself.

-And here I thought I was obvious with that, big boy.

And Steve knows the tone is mocking so-

Oh.

Oh.

Okay, well, his brain has caught up.

Robin will probably laugh at him, he knows he would if he were in his place.

It doesn't matter, nothing matters because Eddie is now seeing him like he saw the guy from a while ago (maybe more intensely) and one part of his brain wonders if he will be arrested today for public indecency, another part of his brain says it doesn't matter.

[cherrydreamer]

This shot of Steve playing with the Slinky made me think about Billy coming in to bother him during one of Steve's lonely, late night shifts, and Steve's fiddling with the thing, making an off-hand comment about how he's always been, like, insanely good at Slinky races, how he could always get it to go down any kind of staircase without it stopping.

And Billy just scoffs. Tells him it's a kids' toy, it's not like it takes any actual skill, Harrington.

And of course Steve's not gonna take that kind of slander. So before Billy's even finished the insult, he's stacking up a small pile of returned videos into an arrangement of steps, and handing Billy the Slinky with a, "Go on then, Hargrove, show me whatchya got."

And of course, Billy's not one to back down from a challenge.

Cut to an hour later, when the two of them have turned into a pair of hyperactive, giggly kids. They've raided the Family Video shelves and turned the tape collection into a ton of mega Slinky staircases; a set of obstacle courses that stretch around the shop, utilising delivery boxes and cardboard standees and even, at one point, a not-entirely-enthusiastic customer's bent over back. They've got a whiteboard full of race times and big check marks because, true to his word, Steve's been able to send that little metal spring flying down every single course that Billy's devised, even the ones with the unfairly high candy bar hurdles.

And naturally, they've been betting on it. And so Steve's got a nice wad of crumpled dollar bills in his back pocket, and Billy's peering into a rather empty wallet with a sad little frown on his face.

A frown that soon vanishes when Steve smugly tugs the wallet from his fingers, his face filling with a truly filthy, flirty smirk as he says, "Guess we're gonna have to find something else to bet with, huh, Hargrove? So how about if I can beat your next course, you gotta lose the shirt?"

[corrodedcoughin]

Present day eddie flirting with Steve through memes

[harringroveera]

Steve isn’t sure if this counts as flirting

[punkslovepoints]

obliterations everywhere (we blaze with scorching heat) Pairing: Steddie (Stranger Things)

It was girls, it had always been girls.

But then there was Steve. Steve, who stared at his lips while he spoke, who flinched like he'd been burnt when Eddie leaned into his space and whose heroism put him to shame again and again. Who made him want to be a better man. To stop running. To be worthy. To fight.

Steve was something else.

Oh shit.

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Eddie isn’t gay but lots of people make that assumption. Maybe they know something that he doesn't, because he's damned if he doesn't enjoy flirting with Steve Harrington.

Steve was pretty confident in his sexuality. He liked women. A lot. And sometimes, on the odd occasion, he liked men too. He'd decided that didn't have to mean anything though. Then he met Eddie Munson.

OR

Eddie can have a little sexuality crisis too, as a treat.

[read chapter 1/5 on AO3]

[m-owo-n]

Does anyone have some recs for some good ol Steddie falling in love while Steve is either working at Scoops or Family Video that’s like just so FLUFFY. And bonus if the Corroded Coffin boys have to put up with Eddie’s heart eyes

[vivitalks]

Steve drops an ice cube into a whiskey glass, glancing away. He’s not intimidated by Thor’s flirting, just caught a little off-guard. Whatever Thor gave him from that flask has him tipsy for the first time in almost a century, and he’s not about to lose his cool just because the God of Thunder is making eyes and being charming. Suggestive. Whatever it is he’s being.