Eddie likes messing with his friends.
Call it a love language if you will.
Messing with Steve is a special form of entertainment, but only because Eddie still hasn’t figured him out. With most people, he knows just how to push their buttons.
Steve Harrington is different.
He’s a little too perfect maybe, with his good looks and his rich parents. And it’s totally unfair that Steve is actually a nice guy and a fucking badass to boot.
If there is a god, he sure wasn’t very fair with his Ability Scores on this one.
So yeah, Eddie doesn’t have a lot to work with and Steve is apparently hard to phase. Eddie teases him; is a little mean about it just to get a rise out of him. And really, it’s a form of endearment. He does it to everyone he likes well enough.
Only Steve doesn’t really respond all that much. The best Eddie can do so far is a little scoff, and he figures it’s probably Dustin’s fault—that kid has a serious mean streak. By now, Steve’s tongue is sharp like a sword on a wetstone. He can bounce insults back with the same energy with which they are received, and although Eddie is endlessly entertained by it, it doesn’t yield the desired results.
It isn’t until Eddie says something nice—something he actually means—that Steve is left speechless and flustered.
He likes that much more than a snarky back-and-forth.
And it clicks something in his brain—unleashes something much worse than Steve has seen of him before.
Eddie can’t stop praising Steve.
And Steve flushes that pretty pink color every time.
Yes, Eddie likes it much better this way.
That Steve Harrington can’t take some praise without popping a boner.
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