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Stian Blipp
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Eddie owns a record store, gets to talk about music everyday. Life is good. Great, actually.
He's consolidating the Christian rock section on a quiet Wednesday morning when it happens. A man with swoopy dark hair, tight dark blue jeans, and a plum Member's Only jacket walks in, and doesn't take his Ray Bans off even once he's solidly inside.
Eddie is awestruck. This dude is gorgeous. Heart stopping. He watches him browse in quiet astonishment, unable to say anything until he blurts, "Can I help you find something?"
The man smiles--Eddie's heart stops--and he says, "Nah, just browsing. Your sign caught my eye."
And he's still not quite with the program, the rich honey of the man's voice taking him totally by surprise. "Ah, oh, it did?" He manages after a few long beats. "Painted it myself."
"No shit? It's great."
"Thanks, man. I also think it's some of my finest work."
The guy laughs. "How can I know unless I see some of your other pieces?"
Eddie's face heats, but he's never been known for having good impulse control. "Maybe you'll get lucky."
Spots of pink bloom on the man's cheeks and the tips of his ears. "And here I was, thinking I was getting special treatment."
Eddie cocks his head, smiles big. "Well, the day's still young." It's so risky and stupid; no way this guy is queer, but he grins at Eddie, laughs a little too.
"That right? Well, tell me your latest recommendations."
"For you?" Eddie eyes him up and down. "Wham!"
The guy's laugh is warm and rich and Eddie wants to drown in it. "Big of you to say for a someone who's only listened to Enter Sandman for the last four months."
Eddie cackles, points a be-ringed finger. "It's a good song! A great record."
"Hey, I've got no problem with Metallica. I just don't think you should be casting aspersions on Wham!."
"Casting aspersions, do you have a word of the day calendar or some shit?"
"No! It's toilet paper."
Their snickers grow until they're both hysterical, needing to lean against a display to stay upright.
It's like he's living in a dream, hitting it off with a beautiful man who just happened to stumble into his store. They catch their breath and Eddie uses the time to grab a record off a nearby shelf.
"Here," he says. "Try this."
"Joni Mitchell?"
"Don't tell me, Wham! fan, that you're too cool for Joni."
"Nah, she's my best friend's favorite. How much do I owe you?"
"On the house," Eddie shrugs.
"Shit, that's generous. Thanks, man. Now, about your art--" He glances at the shiny watch on his wrist. "Fuck, is it really 3:15? Goddamnit, I gotta get going."
And Eddie wants to call him back, doesn't want this dream encounter to end, but he's dashing to the door--
And just like that, the man is gone, the only evidence it ever happened the lingering chime of the bell over the door.
The bell clatters again, and his head wrenches up hard enough it hurts his neck.
"Was that Steve Harrington?" the customer shrieks.
"No," he scoffs. Except. Except. The hair and the clothes and sunglasses and the face and his lips--
"No!?" He feels the way his eyes have gone wide with panic. He didn't just flirt with Steve Harrington. Of course not. Not ever. He would've recognized--
He runs to the racks of magazines in front of the register, grabbing the latest issue of People. The cover features a glossy, polished photo of the man who just left the store. The one who had the highest grossing movie of the summer alongside his co-star, Julia Roberts. The one who, according to the article within, is in Chicago right now shooting a new movie. The one who Eddie flirted with. The one who flirted back.
He groans and covers his face with his hands. At least he'll never see Steve Harrington again.
---
Harrington comes back.
The second time, he's wearing a jewel blue polo and fitted slacks, Ray Bans nowhere to be seen.
"Got anymore recommendations?" Steve asks.
"What?" Eddie's still trying to accept that Harrington came back.
"I finished Joni. It was good. Recommend something else for me."
Fully with the program, he reaches to the rack behind him, handing the vinyl to Steve without ever taking his eyes off him.
"Seriously?" Steve deadpans.
"Tell me you don't deserve it after last time."
Steve studies the cover of Metallica, a complicated look on his face. "Fine, but you have to listen to the album George Michael released last year."
He mimics getting shot in the heart. "After my magnanimous first suggestion, you dare to punish me with Freedom?"
"Think of it more as an opportunity."
"To regret every decision I've ever made?"
"To expand your musical horizons."
Eddie rolls his eyes. "Fiiiine. It's a deal."
Steve beams. "Good! Ring me up."
And Eddie, he'd comp it again, but Steve gives him this look that tells him not to try it.
As they pass the magazine racks, Eddie points at one featuring Steve on the cover. "That thing you wore to the Vanity Fair party last month was hideous."
Steve snorts, then laughs. "Thanks. My stylist decided to go for something--"
"--terrible?--"
"Avant garde."
"Oh, is that what they're calling it these days?"
Steve pays, throws Eddie one last smile, "next time?"
Eddie nods, already certain this time is the last one.
---
He keeps coming back.
Eddie tries not to read into it.
Steve is straight, famously has a girlfriend. former horror movie child star turned cinema wunderkind, Nancy Wheeler. They're always on the covers of the tabloids, in ever more improbable stories about affairs and secret babies and french countryside weddings.
But he keeps coming back. And eventually, they grab dinner. And that dinner becomes lunches, movies, clubs, concerts. Eddie's in paparazzi photos, and there's no speculation about their relationship. Steve has a girlfriend.
But sometimes. Sometimes Steve will rest his hand on Eddie's nape, his lower back, let it linger. He'll trace a finger down the tattoos on Eddie's forearms or the patches of his battle vest. He'll lean too close when they talk, unafraid to press their bodies together. And he catches Steve's eyes on his mouth more than once, his pupils wide.
Over the next few weeks, Steve's gaze on Eddie's mouth gets hotter, his looks longer, and it's killing him. All he wants to do, all he ever wants to do, is close the distance between them, appease the gnawing beast of desire in his chest.
But Steve has a girlfriend.
They don't talk about her, not even when he knows all about Steve's best friend, Robin, and the gang of kids who adopted him, or Joyce and Hopper, his surrogate parents. Never Nancy.
He tries not to read into it.
---
They're supposed to meet for dinner. Steve scored reservations at a trendy new restaurant, but Eddie's late. Astronomically, horrifically late. It's pouring rain, it takes fifteen minutes to get a cab, traffic is a nightmare.
Out of patience and time, he decides to run the last few blocks to the restaurant. By the time he reaches the building, he's soaked to the bone, spluttering harsh breaths through mouthfuls of rain.
Steve is walking in the opposite direction, hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat.
"Steve?" He calls.
He turns and this is the first time Eddie's seen him angry. "You're late," Steve's eyes rake over him, and his face softens in an instant. He takes Eddie's wrist, leads him into an alley where the buildings are close enough to block some of the rain.
"What happened?"
"Traffic."
Steve's gaze go all soft and gentle, and Eddie's knees buckle a little. "You look like a drowned rat."
"Yeah, well." Eddie scoffs. "We can't all be beautiful movie stars."
"You're more beautiful than I could ever be, even soaking wet."
He shakes his head, ignoring the cascade of butterflies; Steve shouldn't say things like that. His vigorous movement sends wet strands of hair slapping him in the face.
Steve reaches out, softly brushes it back.
Eddie stops breathing.
Steve closes the distance between them.
What a thing, to be kissed by Steve Harrington. What a terrible, glorious thing.
He breaks it fast, face red, can't catch his breath. "Nancy," is all he can say.
"Nancy?"
"You have a girlfriend."
Steve's face scrunches. "She's not my girlfriend."
Eddie's mouth drops. "Yes, she is." They went to the Oscars together.
"Eddie." Steve takes a few steps back. "Eddie. I'm gay."
He laughs, an ugly honking thing. "C'mon. What could she possibly get out of that?"
Steve's eyes widen, eyebrows reaching his hairline, mouth pursed in a bitchy line. It takes Eddie a minute but, "Ohhhhh. So, it's all--?"
"It was the best way."
"But you're--?"
"I thought you clocked me immediately! Wham!???"
"That was because of the jacket!"
"Have you ever met a straight man who dresses like I do and likes George Michael??"
"That describes five dudes I see a day!"
"And you thought they were straight??"
Eddie stares into the middle distance, replaying some of those interactions, and--"Huh. Okay. I get hit on at work waaay more than I realized."
"For fuck's sake, Eddie!" He's shaking his head, but Eddie sees the way the corners of his mouth shake with suppressed laughter.
"I'm sorry! You have a very public straight relationship!"
Steve giggles, pulls Eddie close. "Is this okay?"
"So okay."
"You do like me back?"
"Are you kidding! Thought I was going insane, how much I want you."
"And now?"
"Come back to my place?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
And Eddie, he's seen Steve playing at love dozens of times, but this--right here, in a soggy, smelly alley where they're both soaking wet--it's more perfect than any movie.
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#ficlet#fluff#romcom#meet cute#mutual pining#misunderstandings#banter#actor steve harrington#regular guy eddie munson#nancy and steve have a pr relationship#fake dating#nancy and steve beard for each other#steve thinks eddie knows he's gay#eddie does NOT#hijinks#didn't know how to work this in but it's ronance
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Rob Anderson 💜
The guy drives me wild 🤪
Not remotely jealous this guy is getting to share a shower with Rob 🤨🤨😝😝😆😆🚿🚿🚿
#rob anderson#gay science#sharing is caring#handsome#hairy#gay man#gay community#gay activism#hairy stud#so handsome#hairyscruffguys#gorgeous#cute#gay icons#comedian#gay comedy#very hairy#actor#gay hairy#bearded hunk#men with beards#that body#i love him#i want him
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sunshine☀️🕶️
#cillian murphy#cillian murphy beard#sunshine#car trip#male actor#tommy shelby#90s photography#2000s photography
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Should be illegal for him to shave actually
#Like come oooonnnnnnnnn#Leave that beard... Chest... Ass alooooone#Taylor zakhar perez#GQ China#gq magazine#TZP#Photoset#color correction#Kb Hong#Actor#Rwrb Alex#photo edit
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Trevante Rhodes aka Daddy in Candy Cane Lane (2023)
#Trevante Rhodes#Candy Cane Lane#Amazon Prime#St. Nick#Black Santa#Talented#Black Actors#Fine Black Man#Daddy Rhodes#Mr. Fleece#Christmas#Happy Holidays#Eddie Murphy#Tracee Ellis Ross#Healthy Snack#Beard Game Strong#Boss Man#Dark Chocolate#Melt in your mouth#trevante rhodes fanfiction
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Toshiro Mifune
#toshiro mifune#men#male#handsome#sexy#men men everywhere#photoshoot#bearded men#beard#actor#black and white#young toshiro mifune#old movies#classic movies#asian#asian actor#asian men#sanjuro#rashomon#seven samurai
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Peter Falk in The Twilight Zone Season 3, Episode 6, "The Mirror"
#tvedit#classictvedit#scifiedit#twilightzoneedit#the twilight zone#peter falk#the mirror#my gifs#peterfalkedit#watched this w pal today specifically because it's columbo's actor#our consensus is. that was pretty ok#peter falk was p good tho w his fake beard
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Yall i love jacaerys i rlly do but WHERE ARE THE CREGAN STARK GIRLIES???????? THE NORTH IS LITERALLY COMING LIKE WHERE ARE YALL
#screaming crying throwing up bc he doesnt have a beard in yhe show but hes still a cutie pie#imagining cregan with a beard everyday </3#praying they give him a beard bc once again ON E AGAIN his actor literally has a god damn beard?????#I DONT CARE IF ITA BLONDE GET THAT SPRAY YHAT YOU USE YO TOUCH UP YOUR ROOTS#SPRAY HIS BEARD DARK TO MATCH THE GOD DAMN WIG#cregan stark x reader#please im in search of CREGAN CRUMBS
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Vincent Price - Song of Bernadette (1943)
#vincent price#song of Bernadette#photo#photo edit by me#dapper motherfucka#beard#omfg#sir! can i?#old hollywood#so fucking sexy#vintage hollywood#bicon#bisexual#ive sinned#horror#old horror movies#vintage#movie#actor#handsome
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Florian Munteanu
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#keanu reeves#actor#male beauty#men#stylish#men style#men with beards#leather jacket#handsome#bw photography#bw picture#bw portrait#bw photoshoot#bw photooftheday#bnw portrait#bnw society#black and white photography#bnw captures#bnwphotography#blackandwhitephotography#blackandwhite#bnw photography#menstyle#menswear
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cedrick cooper photographed by @alexdrogers
#alex d rogers#cedrick cooper#actors#headshots#actor headshots#actor portraits#bearded men#men with beards#beards#fit models#fitness#training#nikon#z9#nikon z9
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Gus Kenworthy 💜
#gus kenworthy#olympic skier#gay actor#american horror story#gay activism#gay man#gay interest#gay#so handsome#hairyscruffguys#hairy#handsome#bearded hunk#gorgeous#beachlover#cute smile#cute#he’s so cuddly#hairy belly#gay hairy#hairygay
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Cillian Murphy at Premiere magazine (photoshoot)
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Chay Suede 🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷
Now let's focus on the hottie's biceps. 🤤
#chay suede icons#chay suede#biceps flex#biceps workout#bicep worship#massive delts#brazilian beauty#brazilian actor#aesthetic#muscular body#hot macho#brazilian boys#brazilian man#masculinity#testosterone#manly man#testo booster#hot male#roided muscle#roidspiration#arm veins#the young veins#hand veins#strong man#bearded man#bearded hunk#guys with beards#hairy torso#abs & pecs#hair chest
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