#flirt club

[books-in-a-storm]

Flirt Club: The Fireworks 

Her Yankee Doodle Daddy

[hairmetal666]

Steve goes to a gay club for the first time alone. He and Robin, they'd talked about it since moving to Chicago, but every time they made plans he got cold feet.

But on a random, rainy Saturday with Robin back home in Hawkins, he decides fuck it, puts on his sluttiest jeans and polo, and goes to the damn club. He's sick of being nervous--he's going to make out with a guy for the first time tonight.

The club is crowded, loud, sweaty, the energy a pulsing wave. He's overwhelmed immediately, but it's invigorating. He pushes towards the bar, orders a beer, then cozies himself against the nearest wall.

He sips his drink and watches beautiful men dance and kiss and play, and he wants to be part of it, get out there, find his own person to get close to but--

What if none of this is for him? He feels out of place in his clothes, with his hairstyle, an old version of himself that doesn't belong in this world.

There's a swell of sound at the bar, and he glances over, expecting drunks or fighting. Instead, he sees a guy who makes his plans to leave slip straight from his mind.

He's unlike any other person there, even within his group. Long, curly hair, visible tattoos, ripped black jeans, a faded black t-shirt under a big leather jacket. He moves with purpose and grace, obviously uncaring about fitting in.

Steve can't stop watching him, transfixed. He buys another beer, settles back against his wall. He knows it's weird, but can't bring himself to care. Not when it's helping him feel more comfortable in his own skin.

The guy, he's vibrant, the brightest spot, his laughter reaching Steve even over the pounding music.

He's beautiful.

The lights flash, illuminating his face and recognition hits Steve like a fist. It's Eddie Munson, former freak of Hawkins High.

Steve's spine straightens, chest tightening. He can't believe--I mean there were rumors about Eddie in school, but he's here, right now, in Chicago, and Steve--Steve--

He abandons the remains of his beer, rushing out the door.

---

Steve goes back the next night.

He doesn't mean to; didn't have any plans to do it, but the clock turns to 9 and he pulls on the same slutty jeans, this time with an old blue t-shirt a size too small.

It's not because Eddie could be there again, he reassures himself as he shows the bouncer his ID. It's not like he wants to see him or has been thinking about him nonstop. No, it's because tonight's the night he finally makes a move. He needed a test run to find his footing, but now--

Eddie's at the bar. His hair is pulled up, loose tendrils around his face. No jacket this time; the rolled up sleeves of his black t-shirt showing off his wiry muscles, the swirling ink of his tattoos. Something low and hot clenches in Steve's stomach.

There's no way he's going to be preoccupied with Munson tonight. He came here to flirt and dance and maybe get lucky, and he'll ignore Eddie. He will.

Steve orders a beer, sits at the bar this time, his eyes lingering on black ink and pale skin. No matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to tear his eyes away from the ease and assurance Eddie moves with. He's so unafraid to take up space, it's intoxicating.

He loses track of Munson when he orders a second drink, his face no longer immediately visible in the crowd. Disappointment sinks his stomach until a voice to his left says, "You better be planning to buy me a drink, pretty boy."

The voice is low, oddly melodic, and he turns to find Eddie Munson's sparkling brown eyes gazing down at him. He's surprised, hides it, says, "Sure. What are you having?"

Eddie's mouth opens, but his eyes narrow. "Wait--Steve Harrington??"

"Um." His mouth goes dry. "Munson. Hi?"

"I--uh--wouldn't think this was your scene." Eddie shifts back, puts distance between them, and Steve hates it. Hates that Munson thinks the space is necessary, hates that he used to a person that made people feel that way.

"Yeah, well. A lot has changed since high school."

"Is that right? Surely not this much."

"Wouldn't you like to know."

Eddie's eyebrow lifts, but his mouth is a tight line. "Have a cigarette with me."

Steve nods and follows him out a side door into a narrow alley. Eddie pulls out two cigarettes, hands one to Steve. There's something about the cold politeness that sends a fizzle of disappointment down his spine.

"What brings you here?" Eddie asks.

"To Chicago or to this club?"

"Don't be cute."

"Can't help it." He smirks and Eddie rolls his eyes. "I moved to Chicago three months ago with my best friend, Robin. I'm at this club trying to explore my bisexuality."

Eddie's in the middle of taking a drag, splutters on the smoke. "Holy Shit."

He shrugs, knows he's blushing. "What can I say? I've spent the last few years learning about myself."

"And one of the things was that you like dick?"

"Looks like it."

'Well, goddamn, Steve Harrington."

"Impressed?"

Eddie licks his lips, steps closer. "Maybe I am."

"I aim to please." Steve lets himself grin.

"I bet you do," Eddie's voice goes even lower, and heat dances deep in Steve's stomach. "Wanna dance?"

"Thought you'd never ask." Steve blinks up at Eddie from under his eyelashes.

They go inside and join the bodies packed on the dance floor. At first, they keep their distance, dancing and laughing with an arm's length between them, but it's not long before they're drawn together, arms twining, legs pressed together. Their eyes lock, Steve can't look away, wouldn't even if he wanted to. Eddie's hands go to his waist, pull him closer.

"You're gorgeous, Harrington," he says it with his lips pressed to Steve's ear, goosebumps spreading across his skin.

"Yeah?"

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course."

Eddie's mouth presses closer. "I used to have the biggest crush on you in high school."

"Fuck, Eddie," he says. "That's so--"

"Weird?"

"Fucking hot, dude."

"Can I tell you another secret?" Eddie's voice is all rumble.

"Course,"

"I can't stop thinking about kissing you."

"You could do something about it."

Eddie smiles, eyes going darker, almost predatory. He leans in, their breath mingling, Steve's hitching.

"You sure you want me to?" Eddie asks, mouth barely brushing Steve's.

"Please," and it comes out like he's been punched.

He thinks the kiss will be hard, hot, but Eddie's hand is gentle as it cups the back of his head, slowly pulls him in. It's a soft meeting of mouths, almost tender. His head is swimming, blood thrumming low and hot and sweet. He parts his lips and then all he can feel, taste, sense is Eddie.

It cracks something inside him, and his fingers dig into the fabric of Eddie's shirt, eagerly licking into his mouth. It must crack something in Eddie too, because he's hauling Steve impossibly closer until his legs have to wrap around Eddie's waist, or they're falling.

They break apart with a breathless laugh, both red cheeked and bright eyed. They don't move apart, instead they dance and make out until the music stops and the lights come up.

Eddie twines their fingers together as they walk to the exit, Steve sweaty and elated and a little head over heels.

Out on the sidewalk, basking in the cool air, Eddie stops him. "Can I--uh, take you for a drink? Or back to my place? I don't--not to assume, but I--"

"Both. Anywhere," Steve laughs. "I don't want this night to end."

Eddie's smile is brilliant, heart stopping. "Your wish is my command."

[steddieme]

y'all know those AUs that go something like hellfire makes eddie flirt with steve as a bet?

okay, here me out:

eddie tricks hellfire into betting he can't get steve to flirt back. he wants to flirt with steve and he's determined to get him to flirt back, so he decides to act coy, pretends he isn't absolutely obsessed with steve, makes some off-handed comments about being friends with him and one day manages to get the guys to make a bet with him. he wants to flirt with his dream guy and make some money. best of both worlds.

it's game on from then, he flirts like his life depends on it. he watches steve blush and stammer, because the guy has apparently lost all his game since high school, and revels in it. the problem is steve gets so flustered it seems like he wouldn't be able to flirt back even if he wanted to. eddie thinks he's unused to getting attention from guys, but he figures he'll get used to it.

and he does. he becomes more confident and eventually does start flirting back. but by that time eddie has sort of forgotten about the bet, he's on cloud nine from all the attention steve is giving him. it all comes to a head when hellfire witnesses them flirt.

and in his shock gareth shouts "why haven't you told us you've already won the bet?"

and steve is all confused, while eddie lights up "oh shit, yeah, give me all your money, guys!"

and when steve asks what the fuck is going on, eddie explains while he collects the money and steve looks absolutely crushed. he can barely get out a "so it was all a bet?" in a choked voice, all teary eyed.

eddie panics and realizes how the whole thing sounds and rushes to explain "no no no no, it wasn't! the bet was for the flirting, not the other way around! i tricked the guys into betting i couldn't get you to flirt back, so i could flirt with you and steal their money. two birds with one stone and all that. i did sort of forget about it until now, though. i'm sorry."

now it's the guys' turn to pipe up. "what do you mean tricked? we made the bet so you would finally do something about your pathetic crush??"

okay, so maybe eddie wasn't as slick as he thought. maybe he talked about steve a tad too much? or maybe he was too enthusiastic about the idea of the bet? he's not sure.

steve looks like he can't quite decide how to feel. but then he says, "well then, you better use that money to pay for our first date, asshole." eddie rushes to pepper his whole face in kisses. he was gonna do that anyway.

[rose24207]

Mafia!Lando is at one of his clubs and finds Reader dancing with one of his men and he gets jealous. (Reader is only dancing with Lando’s man because she wanted to dance, but figured it might not be super smart to dance alone).

You belong to me

Summary: Lando becomes possessive and jealous when he finds you dancing with one of his men at his club, and demands your attention for himself.

Genre: Mafia!Lando, fluff, angst (if you squint), jealousy

TW: Mafia

A/N: Thank you for the request! I love your ideas! I hope you like it! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

Lando was used to the noise of his club. The music pulsed through the floors, a steady thrum that seemed to vibrate in the very air around him.

The laughter, the chatter, the clinking of glasses—it was all part of the carefully orchestrated chaos that he ruled over. A night at his club was always an experience. But tonight? Tonight was different.

He wasn’t sure why, but something felt off. Maybe it was the way his favorite booth felt a little too empty, or how the usual flow of conversation felt muted as he made his way through the crowd.

Whatever it was, his attention kept drifting back to the dance floor. The crowd was thick, and bodies swirled in time with the beat of the music, but it was one thing in particular that had caught his eye.

You.

Dressed in a tight black dress that shimmered under the lights, your hair pulled back loosely with a few strands falling rebelliously around your face, you were the center of his focus, even in the midst of a hundred other people.

He watched as you danced, carefree, with one of his men—Matteo, to be precise. A guy who had always been loyal to him, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to play the game.

You weren’t looking at Matteo in any way that suggested anything romantic or flirtatious.

But Lando didn’t care.

You were dancing with his man, and that was enough to ignite a slow burn in his chest that made his jaw tighten.

You were supposed to be with him.

Lando didn’t even have to think about it. The second he saw you, a pang of possessiveness hit him so hard it was almost physical.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had brought you to this point—dancing with Matteo. Was it because you wanted to dance? Or was it because you felt uncomfortable, unsure of what else to do? He could see the way you tried to avoid locking eyes with him as you moved in time with the music.

But it didn’t matter.

He was done waiting.

Pushing through the crowd with that signature effortless grace, Lando approached the dance floor. His eyes never left you as he cut through the bodies, his footsteps deliberate, each one louder than the last as he made his way toward you.

He could feel his heart beat a little harder, his patience wearing thin. By the time he was near enough to reach you, Matteo had his hand on your waist, guiding you through the steps of the dance, his body too close to yours for Lando's liking.

Your smile was soft, casual.

But when you noticed Lando standing there, watching, your expression flickered for just a moment, like you’d realized you’d been caught doing something you knew would get a reaction.

It wasn’t that you’d been doing anything inappropriate, far from it. You simply wanted to dance, and it seemed harmless to get on the floor with Matteo when Lando wasn’t around.

But then, you had felt the pull—the magnetic energy that came with knowing Lando was in the room—and there he was, standing just a few feet away.

Matteo noticed Lando at the same time you did. He shot a glance over at him and immediately dropped his hand from your waist, stepping back a little.

It was an instinct, something they all understood in this world.

No one danced with Lando’s woman without his permission.

And if they did? Well, it didn’t always end well.

"Everything okay here?" Lando’s voice was low, smooth, but the underlying edge of jealousy was unmistakable.

He didn’t even try to mask it, not this time. He was pissed off, and it was clear in the way his eyes narrowed at Matteo, then shifted to you.

You could feel the tension rolling off him, so thick it was almost suffocating. The air around you seemed to crackle with his anger, but you weren’t sure if it was directed at Matteo for being too forward, or at you for even allowing it to happen.

“I was just dancing,” you said, your tone light but your lips curling in a small, nervous smile. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

“A big deal?” Lando repeated, his voice dropping an octave lower, now fully focused on you. He wasn’t angry—no, this was something more primal. Something possessive.

His eyes flicked to Matteo, who took a cautious step back. “I’m not sure you understand who you’re dancing with, love.”

You could feel the heat of his gaze, like fire tracing over your skin. The fun of the dance had evaporated as quickly as it had come, and now all you could think about was how Lando’s presence made you feel small.

You’d known better, you knew you had, but somehow you'd let the moment get away from you.

“I just wanted to dance, Lando,” you said, trying to lighten the mood. “You weren’t here, and I didn’t want to just stand there like a wallflower.”

Matteo cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable now, as if he wasn’t sure what the appropriate exit strategy was. He glanced nervously between the two of you. “I’ll just—uh, I’ll just leave you two alone.” He was gone before Lando could give him a chance to finish his sentence.

Lando didn’t even acknowledge Matteo’s hasty retreat. His eyes were on you, and now that he was this close, he could smell the faint scent of your perfume, a mix of vanilla and jasmine that always drove him mad.

He stepped forward, closing the space between you two until there was barely a breath between your bodies.

You swallowed hard, trying to suppress the flutter in your chest at his proximity. “Lando—”

He cut you off before you could say another word. “You know, I’ve been really patient with you tonight.” His tone was playful, but his eyes were dark, intense. “But I think you’ve forgotten something very important. You belong to me. Not with my men. Not with anyone else.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the words caught in your throat. You knew what he meant. It wasn’t about you having fun, or dancing, or wanting to enjoy yourself.

It was about him—about the fact that he was your world, and no one else could take up that space.

Before you could say anything, Lando leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Next time you want to dance, you ask me. Got it?”

A shiver ran down your spine as his words settled in. You nodded quietly, your body reacting to his tone, to the way he took command of the moment without saying another word.

When you looked up at him, Lando’s gaze softened just the slightest, his anger dissipating like smoke.

But the possessiveness?

That stayed.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice low, but with a certain fondness. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of you being out of his reach.

“Now, let’s get off this dance floor. I think I’ve got better things in mind for us.”

And with that, he led you through the crowd, the jealousy in his eyes already fading, replaced by something much more dangerous:

desire.

Thank you for reading!

P2 where it’s spicy? Idk never written that before so…?

[artiststarme]

After the events of Spring Break and long before either of them even consider dating, Steve and Eddie become friends. Eddie shares his weed and buys them alcohol, Steve provides food and a place for Wayne and Eddie to crash for awhile, and Robin kind of freeloads on everything (although she considers her witty one-liners and company payment enough). Even still though, it takes more than just friendship to force Steve to join a DnD campaign. 

With the departure of Grant, Jeff, and Gareth from the Hellfire club, the Party is woefully short on manpower. Will joins and Eleven tries too but even with the addition of their two characters, the Party isn’t strong enough to survive Eddie’s devious campaigns. So they target Steve. Between Eddie’s pleading puppy dog eyes and the endless pestering of the kids, Steve joins. Initially, he’s hesitant. He thinks he’s only going to play a handful of games to get the kids back on their feet before parting with them. But then he discovers that he’s good at it. He discovers that he enjoys flirting with the NPCs and annoying the shit out of his fellow characters. He likes saving the kids and watching their backs in fights all too reminiscent of the Upside Down. It makes him feel useful, needed, wanted. 

Most of all though, he likes seeing how his words affect Eddie. He starts looking forward to  seeing the blank look on Eddie’s face when he does something he’s not expecting, forcing Eddie to dive into the very depths of his imagination. Steve likes seeing Eddie’s lips quirk into a smirk when his flirts land their mark. He imagines kissing the quirk away until those very same lips are bruised red with burst capillaries. He wants to see Eddie’s smile directed at him for every moment of everyday, not just from behind the Dungeon Master’s partition or on a dinner date with Robin. Steve wants to hear Eddie’s husky voice explain his plans for DnD while they cuddle in bed hiding from the cold Indiana winter (although he would never admit something so nerdy to anyone). His thoughts and Eddie’s reactions to his admittedly mediocre flirting only makes Steve like playing DnD with him more. 

He especially enjoys the day when all the flirting finally leads Eddie to corner him once the kids leave to ask him out on a proper date (or in their case, Cheetos and strawberry milkshakes on the roof of Eddie’s van while watching snowflakes fall from frozen clouds). In hindsight, it only made him wish he’d joined the nerdy dragon club sooner. Maybe then he could’ve been kissing Eddie Munson for years by then. Steve guesses he’d just have to keep Eddie around for years to come.

[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

[spoopieere]

Idea: Asa wanted to set up traps at a gay bar but got distracted by the *gay* part in "Gay bar" instead.

[plistommy]

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

[finchers-ipad]

happy valentine’s day. if anyone wants to burn my hand with lye or gut me like a fish with surgical precision today hmu

[fj-rocco-9]

SWINGER CLUB 🔞

[books-in-a-storm]

Flirt Club: Mile High Love 

Mile High Rock Star

[tommygotwrittenoff]

i just think if roles were reversed and buck was the one saying those gay ass lines to eddie, eddie wouldve proposed like four seasons ago

[votaeto]

woke up in the middle of the night just for host club!ace being the first thing that comes in mind.

the host club has their workers use mask that hide half of their face, and the mask are different animals for each person.

I’ll think of the rest later

[suit212]

Good music, great vibes, and someone who knows how to keep the night running…

[ki1ldeer]

some bros just having a nice friendship hangout in the woods (they are roommates)

[christiancagesupporter]

Claudio hitting Tower of London then stares directly at Nigel