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hello to all astrology, fanfic people. i need your advice.

im writing a fic where i put in a little horoscope daily reading for a character, however, i don't usually read those myself so i just want to make sure the vibes are like...accurate if that makes sense. this is what i wrote out:

"It seems like love is in the air this season, especially for an Aries like you. People always say to stop looking for love and only then will it find you. It sounds like silly advice, but for you, it's true. Just relax and let the love you've always craved come your way. It may even be closer than you think. Just keep being your fierce self and everything will work itself out."

for context, if needed, this is for a byler fic. they have the same sign, but will is the one reading the horoscope. the fic is, also, inspired by conan gray's song Eleven Eleven.

thank you!!!!!

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I’m sure someone has pointed this out before but I just rewatched s4 and I noticed there are 2 one way signs in mike wheelers bedroom

The obvious

And this “road curving” one way sign

Not to mention it’s yellow and for alerting drivers to the road not being straight. It actually curves directly into the closet.

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netflix, please, i beg of you, let them kiss

LET THEM KISSSSSSSSSSSSS

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I hate when I wanna write a fanfic based on a specific vibe, but I have no plot ideas at all, so I don't have anywhere to start. Like, why can't an idea magically come to me so I can fulfill the vibes?? Is that too much to ask??

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the fact that mike and will were supposed to have matching tears, further proves that Will wasnt strong enough to show autonomy over his body until mike started speaking. now only tapping in morse code, but also crying. no, he didnt cry over his brother, not even over his whole mother, but mike. mike admitting that will is worthy of his friendship. mike showing will the high regard he holds him in, something will feels like he doesnt deserve. will, who suffers from doubting himself, his worth, his ability to be loved. especially by mike, especially in the way he loved him. bye i'm just rambling now.

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Guilty as Sin? series master list

This series was originally inspired by Guilty as Sin? by Taylor Swift. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but it became more as time passed. I don't know how many parts it'll end up being honestly, but I hope y'all end up enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed writing it!

rated m | parts:5/? | tags: idiots in love, friends w/benefits, drug dealer eddie, depressed steve, takes place around season 2-3, light angst, eventual happy ending

part 1: Guilty as Sin?

part 2: Better than a Dream

part 3: Let Me Help, Babylove

part 4: Can I Play Something For You, Honey?

part 5: You Are in Love

This is also on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/4183927

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Vodka Cranberry

This fanfic is inspired by Conan Gray's song Vodka Cranberry. I absolutely LOVE that song! And it just fits byler so well, so I absolutely had to write this fic. I hope y'all enjoy!

rated g | 3864 words | tags: hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, mike wheeler is bad at feelings, the boys are fighting

Will’s POV

“Will?” Mike asked quietly. He sounded like he’d been asleep just minutes prior. Will would’ve felt bad for waking him if he wasn’t so upset.

“It’s nearly two am. Why are you calling? Are you-” 

A sob ripped through his chest, cutting off the rest of whatever Mike was about to say. It felt so relieving to just let all his grief and anger out after holding it in for so long.

“Will? What is the matter? Are you hurt? Did you have a nightmare again? Tell me what’s wrong. You’re worrying me,” he insisted, his voice rising to a more normal volume. He could never stay quiet for long. It was a feature Will loved about Mike. It was a feature he’d missed quite a bit, these past few months.

Mike went silent when he got no response. Will assumed it was to think; the other always seemed to pause when he was thinking over his words, trying to find the right ones for the moment. All Will could hear, for a moment, was his own shaky, agonizing breathing, before another cry broke through. He had to start talking before he lost the nerve. He had avoided this moment, this conversation, for so long. He couldn’t do it anymore. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t as soon as he’d poured the large vodka cranberry he’d downed merely fifteen minutes prior.

“I-it’s you,” Will complained, voice cracking as he talked, “You’re different.”

“What?” Mike asked in confusion. Will could hear muffled shuffling in the background from the other end. 

Will could imagine him now. He was probably hunched over, elbows resting against his dorm’s kitchen island, the phone pressed between his shoulder and ear. He’d always talked on the phone like that, at least whenever Will had been over there. His chest ached at the thought. He wished he was there right now, curled up in Mike’s, frankly, small bed instead of sitting in his apartment alone. 

Will stifled another cry, biting his bottom lip hard to suppress any sounds that might escape as tears continued to trickle down his face. He couldn’t believe he’d never get to be with Mike like that again. 

“Don’t…don’t act like you don’t know what I mean,” he choked out, forcing himself to continue. His words sounding more like a plea near the end of his sentence, like he was hoping Mike would just say it and put him out of his misery.

“But I don’t know what you mean?” Mike replied. He sounded genuinely confused. Will felt like a knife was being twisted in his chest, as if being stabbed wasn’t enough. Why did he have to act so fucking clueless all the time? As if he didn’t know he was slowly killing Will with every unsaid word and unfinished touch. How could he not know when it was so obvious?

“Yes you do!” Will exclaimed, voice high and laced with anger.

“I don’t!” Mike yelled back. 

“I’m sorry, Will. I-...” he murmured, correcting himself almost immediately by going back to that soft voice he always used with Will ever since he’d returned from the Upside Down. Most of the time, when people treated him differently, because of his disappearance, it upset him, made him feel strange and out of place, but not with Mike. Something about the change was different with him. It felt like he talked to Will that way because he’d learned to cherish him, truly, as he hadn’t before then, not because he thought he couldn’t handle ‘normal life’ anymore. Hearing that sweet voice, now, stung more than he cared to admit.

Mike sighed, already sounding like he was tired of this conversation, “I didn’t mean to raise my voice like that. Can you just…explain this to me? I want to be…sure we’re on the same page. Okay?”

All Will could do, for nearly a minute, was take strained deep breaths as he fought back his tears and the urge to back down. The effort made awful sounds, all wet and choked, to his own ears. He could only imagine what that sounded like for Mike. He thought as he tried to calm down, his heart pounding in his chest with anxiety and sorrow. He was being given the perfect chance to discuss their issues. He had to take it, had to fight for his own happiness, even at the cost of potentially losing Mike forever.

“Okay,” Will eventually agreed. He went silent again, audibly working on catching his breath from his struggle against the aching knot in his chest. 

“Okay. Take your time. Everything will be okay,” Mike assured him gently, “Just keep breathing deeply until you feel ready to talk.”

“Please stop,” Will murmured, his voice cracking as a new wave of tears trickled down his face. He moved the phone away, giving himself a brief reprieve from Mike's gentle voice. He just couldn't bear it when the other's kindness seemed to be an act. 

“Oh, uh…okay,” Mike agreed awkwardly. It sounded like Will's request had completely caught him off guard, as if he didn't understand why he wouldn't want to hear his nice act anymore. He spent several seconds taking slow, shaky breaths, in an effort to calm himself down again. 

“You’ve been different ever since we took that break in the early spring this year,” Will finally said, his voice sounding much calmer than before. 

“What? No, I-” Mike started to protest before Will cut him off.

“Mike, let me finish before you say anything. I need to get this out,” Will said firmly. He felt a lick of frustration at being interrupted, but he tried to ignore it. Mike quieted down, subtly giving him the go ahead to continue.

“The way you talk to me, look at me…touch me, it’s all so different from before. You’ll deny it I’m sure, but you know it’s true. There’s no way you’ve missed this change in yourself, whether it was a purposeful one or not,” he insisted, followed by a deep, wobbly inhale, “Your voice isn’t as soft, usually, and you hardly look at me anymore, especially when we’re around the others. You won’t…won’t hold me unless I specifically ask you to. You keep dodging spending time-” 

Will paused to sniffle in that moment before he kept talking. His voice was starting to become thick again. He felt like he was choking on his own tears.

“Time alone with me. You keep inviting other people to activities that are meant to be just for us. You don’t…talk to me about all the stuff going on in your life anymore. It’s all…vague now, but you used to tell me everything. You’re just…so different, and I thought with a little time maybe this would all pass like some bad storm. That you’d get over it and go back to how you were before, but it’s been nearly three months and you’re still acting like this. And I just-” Will whimpered, loud and pained into the phone. He sounded so pathetic to his own ears. He wished, even through all this, that Mike was there to hold him as he cried. He missed his warmth so dearly. The thought caused a sob to tumble out of his mouth as he curled up, pulling his knees towards his chest with his free arm. 

“I-I don’t understand. What happened? Did I do something wrong? Do you…hate me? I swear you…you hate me. Why do you hate me?” Will started to cough, making his throat feel hot and scratchy. He was so worked up he could hardly breathe. He was worried he'd passed out, but that didn't stop the tears. He didn't think anything could. 

“No, no, you didn’t-” Mike started before he paused, to, probably, think again. Usually Will appreciated how much Mike considered his words, in important moments, before he spoke, but he was really starting to hate that trait now. 

“Will…I know you're upset, and, well…you have every right to be. I really want to figure this out with you. But right now, I…I need you just to focus on calming your breathing, okay? Can you do that for me?” Mike pleaded. It almost sounded like he was cooing at a crying, helpless child. His tone made Will feel so small and silly, for being so upset about all this. He'd been feeling small and silly quite a bit lately when it came to Mike. He was so sick of feeling that way. 

“No. No! I do everything for you  and you just…it doesn’t even matter to you. I don’t matter to you. N-not anymore. I can tell by the way you look at me. You always…always look so guilty, when you actually give me the time of day.”

“Will, please,” Mike pleaded. His voice sounded genuine now, and so desperate, as if he actually feared losing Will. He didn't believe that for a second. How could Mike ever miss him when he so clearly hated him? 

“It’s not like that. It’s really not like that. Will, you’re…I can’t even begin to express how…how important you are to me. I just-” he murmured, his voice getting progressively quieter as he talked. Will couldn't believe Mike couldn't even find someway, real or fake, to tell him how ‘important’ he was. 

“Stop lying to me! I’m so sick of the lying. You hate me! Admit it,” Will insisted, almost sounding hysterical. 

“I’m not lying! Will, please, you have to believe-” Oh, now Mike had turned to begging? After all the strife Will had dealt with for weeks on end. After every night that he had cried himself to sleep, wishing Mike would reciprocate his love. That filled him with a rage he'd never experienced before. He could hear his heart beat, pounding rapidly, as his nails dug into one of his thighs. He was so tired of all the games.  

“I’m done! I’m done. I can’t…I can’t go on like this. I was hoping you wouldn’t make me do this, but I have to. We're done. Goodbye Mike.” Will's voice sounded shaky, but was firm in its resolve. Surprisingly, saying those words didn't fill him with relief, as he'd expected. It just made the ache in his chest worse; made it feel all consuming and sharp, like a stab wound. He just wanted the pain to be over. When would it be over? 

Mike's POV

“No, no, no. Will. Will!” Mike exclaimed, trying to stop the other from hanging up, but it was too late. All he could hear was the deadline tone. He sighed in frustration as he hung his own phone back on the wall. He rushed to grab his car keys before he hurried out of his dorm. He had to see Will and resolve this now. If he didn't, well he didn't know what he'd do, but he knew he'd be a wreck. Mike needed him.

He pulled up to Will's apartment building in mere minutes. The two didn't live very far from each other, and admittedly in his panic, Mike had sped quite a bit to get there faster. He got out of his car, nearly tripping over his feet in his haste, before he made his way up to Will's apartment. 

Mike knocked hurriedly on the door before he pressed the side of his face against the wood.

“Will? Will, please let me in. I just want to talk,” Mike pleaded. He waited a few moments, listening for any sort of movement inside. When he didn't hear any, he knocked again, harder this time. 

“I won't leave until you talk to me!” Mike exclaimed, making sure Will could hear him through the door. He heard shuffling inside after that. The door was flung open rapidly, making Mike stumble forward. He grabbed the doorframe to steady himself, barely avoiding falling into Will. 

“Why are you here? We're done. It's over. Isn't that what you wanted?” Will answered, his voice bordering on aggressive. His face was red, blotchy, and shining with tears. Mike wanted nothing more than to pull Will into his arms and comfort him, but he refrained. There was no way he would allow that when he was angry like this. 

Mike could smell the alcohol lingering on Will's tongue, because of how close they were to each other. He must've been drinking before their phone call. 

“Let me in. Please? I…I want to make sure you're okay, before we talk. I'm worried about you. Come on, Will. Please don't send me away,” Mike pleaded. He felt a little pathetic for letting his desperation bleed so easily into his words. He could hear it, and he was sure Will could, too. He tried to swallow the embarrassment as he shifted to lean a little against the doorframe. 

“You're worried about me? You're worried about me?! I-” Will let out a noise of frustration as he reached up. He grabbed chunks of his hair and tugged, like it would help deal with his frustration. Mike reached out to stop him from hurting himself, but Will flinched back out of his reach. 

“You're the one who made me like this. You're the one who hurt me.” That was the last thing Mike wanted to hear. He'd been slowly pulling away to avoid exactly that, but, of course, Will had noticed. He had always been very observant. Mike should've known better.

“Will, I…I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. Please, you have to believe me. I thought…I was protecting you. Giving you the chance to have a good future with someone better than me. Someone who's more…deserving of your attention and…your love. You're just so incredible. You're sweet, funny, smart, talented, motivated, brave…perfect. You deserve someone who's perfect like you. I'm…I'm not like that. I'm a mess,” Mike explained as best as he could. It felt a little relieving to finally let all his insecurities out and be honest with Will. 

“What? I…I don't understand. This is why you've been pulling away from me? Because I'm ‘too perfect’ for you? That doesn't even make sense!” Will responded, his voice rapidly rising in volume, just as he seemed to be processing what exactly Mike had said. The slight relief he'd been feeling before vanished as Will began to yell. 

“Do you know how ridiculous that actually sounds?! I'm not perfect! I am so far from perfect. But even if I was, that's not your choice to make! Do you understand how degrading that feels? To know that the person you love thinks you can't make choices for yourself. It's kind of humiliating, honestly. You should trust me to make the right choices for myself. Especially if you really do think I'm smart,” Will ranted, clearly pissed, as his arms flailed around to match his anger. His voice was so loud Mike feared the neighbors would hear him and come out to see what was wrong. He really didn't want this to become a public argument. 

“Will, I…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel humiliated and degraded. I just…I wanted to protect you, even if that was from me, but I didn't want to let you go either. Hearing that probably won't help the way you feel, but I want you to know that it's not because I don't trust your judgement or because I think you can't make your own choices. I…I was wrong. I see that now and I'm sorry. I'm…really, truly sorry. I shouldn't have assumed I know better than you do about what's good for you,” Mike murmured. 

Will sort of paused for a moment as a mild look of surprise took over his face. Mike wasn't usually so forthcoming with an apology in the moment. He had been working on it, but it was hard, especially when his whole distant act had been causing them to fight more than usual. Mike was finally realizing just how little progress he'd been making, because of Will's surprise. 

“Can I come in now? I really want to make things right with you. And I…want to take care of you, too. Make sure you're alright. I'm sure you're tired and…a little tipsy,” Mike added, quietly, after several moments of silence. He hoped Will could see and hear just how much he wanted to fix this. He didn't care if he sounded desperate anymore. As long as he got through to Will. 

Will was quiet for a moment. The anger seemed to literally drain out of him, as his body had gone a little limp and he'd moved just a little closer to Mike. 

“Come inside,” Will insisted with a light flush once he snapped out of his daze. His voice was back to the usual, sweet tone Mike loved so much. He immediately took his chance to walk in and close the door behind him. 

“Thank you for hearing me out,” Mike murmured as he shifted a little awkwardly on his feet.

“Is it okay if I uh-” he'd started to ask, but Will beat him to it by hugging him as hard as he could around his waist. Will rested most of his weight on Mike, making him wobble a little before he found his balance. 

“Woah, okay, it's okay. I got you,” Mike cooed as he wrapped an arm around Will. He began to take shaky, quiet breaths, like he was letting out the rest of his intense feelings, into Mike's chest as he gently combed his fingers through Will’s hair. 

“You're an idiot,” Will grumbled weakly between breaths. 

Mike couldn't help sighing as he nodded, “I know.” 

“So you don't hate me?” Will asked hopefully, as if he didn't hear what Mike had said at all. 

“No, I don't hate you. I could never hate you,” Mike assured Will gently. 

He hesitated for a moment, swallowing back his nerves before he added, “Actually, I…I love you. I have for a while now.”

“You have?” Will asked as he immediately shifted his head to look up at Mike. He sounded and looked so delighted by this news. Will had always reminded Mike of the sun, especially when he flashed that big, bright smile at him. He was so happy to see that light in him again. It had been so dim lately. 

“Yeah, I have. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I should've been honest with you even though I was…scared to admit it,” Mike murmured as his gaze shifted to the side for a moment. He began to slowly rub Will's back with his thumb, letting it move in a slow circle over the fabric of his shirt. 

“It's okay,” Will assured Mike. He felt such a rush of relief at the sound of his gentle, easy forgiveness. It was like a heavy rock had been lifted out of his gut, taking away the guilt and shame he'd been feeling over these past few months. 

“Honestly, it'll take more than just an apology to fix everything between us, but…this is a good start,” Will added quietly as he plopped his head right back on Mike's chest. 

“I know. I'll put my all into making things right between us. I promise. I want to be the type of man that deserves to be with you,” Mike assured Will as he scratched his nails lightly along Will's scalp. The guy let his eyes close, slightly, as he tipped his head back into Mike's hand. 

“Mm…I'm tired,” Will murmured as he slouched even further into Mike. He tightened his grip, as to keep them both from falling over. 

“Let's get you to bed then,” Mike said softly as he adjusted his hold on Will. He positioned them to be side by side as he held onto Will’s waist with one arm. 

“Come on, follow my lead.” 

Mike began to walk down the familiar hallway toward Will’s room. He'd always loved his apartment. It felt so cozy and lived-in, due mainly to the many houseplants and the mild, organized clutter everywhere. He pushed open the door before he had Will sit on the edge of the bed. 

“Let me get you some pajamas. Don't fall asleep yet,” he instructed gently as he rummaged through Will’s dresser. Once he had some new clothes in hand, he went back to the bed. 

“Do you want to change on your own or do you want some help?” 

“Help…please?” Will asked as he looked up at Mike. He swore the guy looked just like a sweet puppy silently begging to be pet. He had to fight the urge to kiss the hell out of Will as he nodded. Their fight was too fresh and he was too drunk for any of that. Mike would have to smother him with cuddles instead for the night. 

“Your wish is my command, Will the Wise,” Mike hummed with a teasing tint to his voice. Will laughed softly as he playfully rolled his eyes. 

“You're such a dork,” Will commented as Mike carefully changed his clothes. 

Once he was finished, he helped him get under the covers. 

“Oh, I know, but you are, too,” Mike murmured as he turned off the lights, then climbed into bed next to Will. He was grateful, now, that he hadn't bothered to change out of his nightwear before coming over. He moved closer, so he could wrap his arms snuggly around Will's torso, holding him close. 

“Is this alright?” Mike whispered into the crown of Will's head. 

“It's perfect,” he murmured back as he leaned his head right against Mike's collarbone and shoulder. He was grateful he'd learned a long time ago just how Will liked to be held, all tight and practically smushed together. 

“Can we talk more about all this tomorrow? There's still so much we haven't discussed. I really want us to be on the same page in the future,” Will added. He was starting to sound drowsy, but he still seemed determined to stay awake until he was done speaking. 

Mike was a little nervous about talking more–serious conversations always made his stomach twist in knots–but he nodded anyway. 

“Yes, of course. I uh think that's a good idea,” he agreed. Will let out a sigh of relief against Mike's skin. He shuddered a little at the feel of his warm breath. 

“Okay, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Will. I…I love you,” Mike whispered as a surge of joy rushed through him. It felt so good to share his intense feelings with Will. He hoped it would feel like that every time he said it. 

His heart began to pound rapidly in his chest as Will whispered back, “I love you, too.” The statement made him feel like he was going to explode from pure joy. By the tone of Will's voice, which was all cheery and bright, it seemed like he felt the same overwhelming delight Mike did. 

Mike couldn't wait to see what the future held for them.

This is also on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/69509701

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can't wait to see them walking through the woods together, having some really well-written heart to heart about being queer in a small town in the usa and then BAM their asses get hit with a spooky tree

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The way that Byler kiss is actually really important.

A. They need to kiss actually. No ambiguous endings.

B. Their kiss has to be an actual proper kiss. Not some half assed kiss for the straights. It’s gotta be PASSIONATE. Honestly I need it to make ppl uncomfortable with queerness extra uncomfortable. #bylerkisswithtongue2025

C. It’s gotta sell Byler. It’s gotta show that these too have YEARNED for each other. That both of them WANT each other. Especially Mike. Mike’s gotta innitate to further prove that point. (Also Will would never be the first kisser lol.)

D. I need it to be cinematic. Beautiful. Make me cry Duffers.

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they'll clock byler together

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Cum Right On Me

This fanfic is inspired by this (https://www.instagram.com/p/DI8n7ErS_ci/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==) fan comic by @nimsayings on instagram & by Sabrina Carpenter's song Bed Chem.

rated m | 4991 words | tags: college modern au, "and they were roommates", dom/sub dynamic, bratty sub Steve, dom Eddie, cum play, aftercare, pet names, getting together

Steve had just finished his last college class for the day and he was completely exhausted. He had no idea how he used to survive going to school for eight hours a day everyday in high school. He would feel totally drained after spending four hours at school, and he only did that for two days of the week.

He sighed as he made the trek back to his dorm room on the other side of campus. Eddie would already be in their dorm once he got there, as his classes ended much earlier in the day, so at least he had that to look forward to. Seeing the metalhead always made Steve feel better and more energized. He hoped Eddie was playing some music. Steve seriously doubted he wouldn’t be; he was always playing something, and Steve loved to just lay in bed, close his eyes, and listen. Steve planned to do just that once he got to their shared dorm. 

The jock sighed as he pushed his dorm room door open just minutes later. He was pleased to hear Eddie playing some tunes on his guitar, just as he’d been expecting. The music today was a bit softer and peppier than the metalhead’s usual music, much to Steve’s surprise, but he didn’t think much of it. 

Steve liked that he got to enjoy just how gorgeous the guy was, too, constantly, but especially when he was playing. The metalhead just looked so peaceful and pleased, especially when he played calmer songs. Eddie would close his eyes, in these moments, and his voice would be a little quieter. If it was a more intense song, Eddie would get this fiery look in his eyes as he bobbed his head, like he was intimidating the motion of full headbanging without fully committing. That always drove Steve crazy with the urge to tackle Eddie and kiss him senseless. 

He started to head to his bed, but stopped when he realized what song Eddie was playing. 

“Cum right on me, I mean camaraderie. Said you're not in my time zone, but you wanna be. Where art thou? Why not uponeth me? See-” Eddie sang with a smile as he strummed his guitar to the melody of the song. He'd been playing with eyes cast downward, focusing on the positioning of his fingers on the strings. 

He only stopped singing because Steve had piped up and asked, sounding shocked, “Are you playing Bed Chem right now?” 

“Oh, hey Steve. How did your classes go today?” Eddie asked as he looked over towards Steve with a seemingly nervous smile, like he’d been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. His cheeks burned with a light pink color that kind of made the jock want to tease him, to see just how flushed he could get.

“They were fine, but that doesn't answer my question. I thought you didn't listen to pop cause you're like above it or whatever,” Steve teased as he walked over, finally getting unstuck from his spot by the door. He plopped his bag on the ground, then sat on his bed, facing Eddie. The room was fairly small, making it so they were barely more than a foot apart. 

“I usually don't. And I'm not ‘above it or whatever’ as you say. It can be…good sometimes,” Eddie argued, though it looked like complimenting pop physically hurt him. Steve opened his mouth to point that out, but Eddie started talking first. 

“You said Sabrina Carpenter's new album was really good because it was ‘catchy and clever’, so I…thought I'd give it a listen,” the metalhead admitted. Steve was absolutely shocked to hear this. For a moment he was sure he was hallucinating. The older man, when they’d first met at the beginning of the school year, had specifically mentioned how much he disliked pop; how he’d thought it was all catchy, mindless garbage. Steve remembered because it had taken him weeks to work up the courage to admit that his favorite genre of music was pop. Despite Steve’s shock, Eddie just kept going as if what he confessed wasn't a big deal. 

“You uh said this song was your favorite, too, so I've been learning how to play it. It's been surprisingly-,” Eddie began to explain before he was cut off by the press of Steve’s lips. The jock had practically leapt off his bed, tackling Eddie when he kissed him. He just couldn’t help himself, though he did try to be careful about the guitar stuck between them. The position was awkward and uncomfortable, for Steve at least, because of the instrument, but he couldn't pull back now. He wouldn't. Not when Eddie's lips felt so perfect against his own. 

Eddie made a noise of surprise before he cupped Steve’s face with both hands and returned his eager kiss. The jock shivered a little at the feel of Eddie’s rings gently pressing against his skin. He’d yearned for that sensation for so long; had always wondered if they’d be warm or cold, if they’d make little indents in his skin if Eddie pressed hard enough. At least he had an answer to one of those questions now. His rings were warm against Steve's cheeks, much to his surprise, though it did make sense in retrospect. Of course they'd be warm; Eddie was wearing them literally all the time. Steve liked that they were warm, just like Eddie's palms and lips. The metalhead slowly pulled back to breath after a few seconds.

“Are you done interrupting me now?” he asked with a laugh as he brushed some of Steve’s hair out of the way, tucking it gently behind his ear. 

“Huh? Oh, uh I guess I have interrupted you more than once at this point, haven’t I?” Steve replied, almost with a sort of bashful look, as he leaned into Eddie’s hand, “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to be rude.” 

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart. I'd let you interrupt my every sentence if it meant I'd get a kiss like that,” the metalhead purred with a wink and a wide grin. Steve rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Oh my god, shut up, Eddie. That was so unbearably cheesy,” the jock complained. 

“Oh, don’t be like that, Stevie. You know you love my cheesy jokes and comments,” Eddie insisted playfully as he moved a hand to gently run through Steve’s hair, letting his nails just barely scrape along his scalp. 

Steve sighed before he reluctantly agreed, “Yeah, I guess I do, but they're still awful. You can't deny that.” He tipped his head back a bit, almost following along with the motion of Eddie’s hand, as he talked. He loved the feel of his blunt nails, even though Eddie was totally fucking up Steve's perfectly good hair-do. 

“Touché, and...fair,” Eddie muttered. 

“I just..I can't believe you were actually listening when I was going on and on about her new album. Or that you even remember all that. That was at least two weeks ago. God, Robin has rubbed off on me so much. I swear I need a gag sometimes just to shut me up. That could not have been a very exciting rant for you to listen to. But you listened anyway. I don’t think I can…fully express just how much that means to me. And the fact that you were gonna play it for me, I mean, wow. I think that’s the most romantic gesture I’ve ever received, or…almost received, by a long shot,” Steve expressed honestly with such a pleased expression on his face. He really was overjoyed to be shown such obvious love and care by the man of his dreams. 

Steve had been sure from the moment he’d realized he liked Eddie–about two months into their freshmen school year–that Eddie would never be into him. Steve was nothing like the guys Eddie had talked about being with before. He wasn’t a metalhead or a music major or an experienced queer guy from the city. Steve was a pop lover, education major, recently discovered bisexual–at least back then. He was so happy to see that he had been wrong, even though it took nearly a year to get there. 

“Of course I was listening. I really like hearing you ramble about your interests like that. You always get so excited, your eyes light up, and your voice usually gets faster, too. It’s very attractive, and, admittedly, pretty cute, too. I’m so glad I could, almost, give you the romantic gesture you deserve. I really want to give you the best first date experience you deserve, too, if you’ll let me?” Eddie asked hopefully.

Steve dipped his head to kiss Eddie again as soon as the question left his mouth. This time he immediately went for more, licking into the metalhead’s mouth with practiced ease. He let out a soft whine, moments later, when Eddie gently pushed him back by his shoulders.

“Oh, don’t be so upset, big boy. I just need to move my guitar. We won’t get very far if it’s stuck between us,” the metalhead assured Steve, followed by a soft laugh. The jock turned pink, mildly embarrassed, as he sighed. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Hold on,” he muttered. Steve reluctantly shifted to sit on the bed next to Eddie.

“Thank you, Stevie,” Eddie hummed with a smile as he got up from the bed. He carefully set his guitar in its case before closing it up and setting it aside.

“Now where were we?” Eddie purred as he sauntered back over to the bed, “Oh, right, I remember I was kissing the prettiest, sweetest, truly most wonderful guy I’ve ever known, in my bed.” 

Steve playfully rolled his eyes as a bright smile spread across his face. He just couldn’t fight how happy hearing Eddie say all that made him feel. He honestly thought he might explode from the way the feeling swelled up in his chest. 

Steve bit his bottom lip as Eddie climbed back onto the bed and towards where he was sitting. The jock leaned back as Eddie got closer, giving the metalhead the ability to move to hover over him. 

“Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about having you in my bed like this? God..I can’t even-”

“I hate to interrupt again-” Steve started before he was cut off with a loud ‘ha’ from the older man.

“Don’t lie, sweetheart. You clearly love interrupting me,” Eddie teased as Steve’s hands moved up to rest on the back of his neck. 

He allowed his head to be tugged downward as the jock retorted, “No, no, that’s not true. That’s not true at all. I just need to, constantly. You know this. You know me. Now kiss me already. You know I don’t like to wait for things. Especially the things I really really want.” 

It seemed to be Eddie’s turn to roll his eyes, since he did as much as soon as Steve finished sharing his demands. 

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, Munson. You know you love how ‘bossy’ I am,” Steve added before Eddie could respond verbally to Steve’s previous comment. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You’re lucky you’re right, Harrington” Eddie hummed, his voice dropping in volume, as he closed the rest of the small distance between them. Steve made a quiet sound of approval as he kissed Eddie back and moved his hands, allowing his arms to snugly wrap around the metalhead’s neck. This kiss wasn’t as rushed. It had no need to be, much to Steve’s delight. Eddie really took his sweet time, pressing one kiss after another against the other’s lips, each becoming more heated than the last. It was only once Steve let out a muffled whine that Eddie finally licked his way into the jock’s mouth, all practiced ease and slow, burning desire. It was everything Steve had yearned for and so much more. 

Eddie's tongue slowly moved along Steve's, almost like a slow thrust of the hips. The younger man began to suck on Eddie's tongue urgently as he moved a hand down to grab at his left hip. Steve immediately used the grip to pull Eddie closer, just as he pushed his own hips upward. He moaned when their hips met. The sound was echoed right back at Steve by Eddie. 

“Baby, relax, what's the rush?” Eddie said in a hushed whisper, pants brushing against Steve's lips between words, just moments later when Eddie pulled back from the kiss. 

“We don't have anywhere to be anytime soon, right? You don't have your scheduled calls with the Party till tomorrow and we both don't have work till Saturday. No classes till Monday. We have all the time in the world to enjoy this, sweetheart,” the metalhead murmured as he moved his head down to kiss a trail along Steve's neck. He nipped at his skin, leaving a little red mark, once he reached his collarbone. Steve groaned softly as he tangled a gentle hand in Eddie's curls. 

“Yeah, but I need you now. Eddie..please,” Steve insisted as he rolled his hips up against Eddie's. He whined at the friction as the metalhead moaned softly. 

“I've wanted this for so long, too, and I just..I don't think I can wait any longer. I need you inside me right now. We can take it as slow as you want next time. Please?” Steve said, pleading his case, as his grip on Eddie's hair tightened a bit. He kept on moving his hips with little huffs and moans between his words. He had to do something to deal with all the intense pressure that was pent up in his lower half. 

“Ah, you sure know how to get what you want, don't you, princess? You're so pretty, especially when you're begging,” Eddie hummed as he slipped a hand under Steve's shirt, feeling along his lower stomach. 

“Princess?” Steve asked as his face crinkled with confusion. The name made him feel strangely giddy and special. 

“Yeah. Princess. Cause you're all…posh and demanding. Like royalty would be,” Eddie explained with a slight shrug, “It just makes sense. Do you not like it?”

“No…I just-” Steve started, going to reluctantly confess how much he liked the name. 

The metalhead groaned as his hips involuntarily jerked harshly against Steve's, making the jock let out a soft, “Oh fuck. Please, please, Eddie.”

“It's okay, baby, I'll give you what you want, since you asked so nicely,” Eddie promised as he pulled back, moving to stand up. He quickly took off his jeans just as Steve eagerly reached down to do the same. The younger man sighed in relief once his boxers were off.

“Wow, look at you,” Eddie purred, once he was done undressing,  “You're like a wet dream come true. I can't believe this is really happening.” He climbed back onto the bed, as he talked, and slowly removed Steve's shirt. He leaned his head down before he licked over one of the jock's nipples. Eddie nippled at the little bud as Steve's chest arched upward towards his mouth. 

“Eddie, come on, you said you'd give me what I want,” Steve complained even as he loosely hugged Eddie's head to his chest. The guy laughed as he peeked up at Steve. 

“Awe, I know, I know. I just had to get a little taste. I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you shirtless, when we were at the beach a few months ago. I totally spaced out and you got all pissy because you had to repeat yourself twice. You remember that? I spaced out because I was checking you out, thinking about getting my hands and mouth on you, not because I was tired like I said,” Eddie confessed as he sat back up. He reached over towards his nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. 

“That's what it was?! I can't believe you. You perv,” Steve chastised Eddie as he shifted, spreading his legs more and tilting his hips upward just slightly. A gasp slipped from Steve's lips as the older man slipped his first lubed up finger inside him. 

“Well, if I'm a pervert, that doesn't look good for you, princess, because you're the one who likes a perv,” Eddie teased with a soft laugh. 

Steve let out a little content hum at the feeling of being stretched, even if it wasn't as much as he wanted just yet. 

“You are-...god, you drive me nuts, Eds. You know that? Just absolutely bonkers. I can't believe I like you,” Steve commented, a seemingly exasperated tone taking over his voice, as he reached up towards Eddie. He grabbed his shoulders and tugged him down, closer, as the metalhead slipped in a second finger. 

“I'm god? I've never heard that one before, but I'll have to take it as a compliment, since the guy is supposedly-” the rest of what Eddie had to say went unheard, as just at that moment, Steve let out a shout of pleasure. 

“Found it!” the older man exclaimed with glee as he pressed against Steve’s insides, again, with the tips of his fingers. The jock whined as his hips gave a little thrust upward. 

“Eddie, hurry up. I don't want your fingers forever, I want your dick already,” Steve complained as he wiggled a bit under Eddie, pushing back against the metalhead's fingers. 

“Damn, Stevie, alright, alright. I've barely just started to open you up, but I'll pick up the pace, since you're so desperate for it,” Eddie promised just before he pushed a third finger past Steve's rim. He rubbed against the younger man's prostate with his fingers firmly, making him cry out. 

“I love how desperate you are for it,” Eddie gushed as he thrust his fingers at a steady pace. He kept going, nudging Steve's prostate teasingly here and there until the jock's rim muscles started to relax a bit. It wasn't much, but it was something. Eddie just hoped the quick stretch would be enough. 

“Alright, you ready for me now?” the metalhead asked as he slowly pulled his fingers out of Steve.

“Yes, yes, I'm ready,” Steve insisted as he spread his legs further, giving Eddie plenty of space to get between them on his knees. He planted his feet, too, to give himself and Eddie a bit more mobility later on.  

“Okay, I'm coming. I'm gonna give you everything you need. Gonna take such good care of you,” Eddie promised as he rolled a condom on. He lubed himself up, then lined up with Steve's hole. 

“Take a breath, sweetheart. This might be a bit much for a few seconds,” he added in a gentle tone. The older man began to push into Steve, who let out a sharp gasp, very slowly. Steve's hands moved up to grab onto Eddie's shoulders, his nails digging into the other's pale skin. 

“There you go. You're doing so good, taking me so well,” Eddie purred in praise, followed by a soft groan, as his hips finally met Steve's. The jock squirmed a little, shifting his hips with a breathless moan, as he adjusted to the stretch. 

“Fuck..you feel bigger than I thought you would, thicker really. I really like that,” Steve admitted as he tipped his head down, trying to see where their bodies were connected. He couldn't quite see it, given his position, but the view of Eddie's happy trail and his hands gripping Steve's thighs was enough to satisfy him. 

“Yeah? Were you ‘manifesting’ that I'd be ‘oversized’?” Eddie teased as he leaned his head down, giving him the perfect chance to give Steve's ear a playful nip. The younger man let out a little laugh as he turned his head away and playfully pushed Eddie back by his shoulders. 

“That tickles,” he complained, “And I can't believe you're quoting Bed Chem at me right now. You should be fucking me instead.”

“I can't help it. The song makes me think of you, dork,” the metalhead shot back. Steve opened his mouth to say more, but not before Eddie was pulling his hips back. He moved slowly, drawing an almost frustrated groan from Steve. The end of the sound became a pleased shout as Eddie harshly snapped his hips forward. 

“Better?” Eddie asked with a smug grin as he began the process again, pulling out slowly, then thrusting forward quickly. Steve's head fell back with another moan as he tried to nod in response. 

“Use your words, princess.” 

“Yes, yes. Bed Chem…ah, Eddie,” the jock started to confess before he was gasping out another moan, “makes me think of you. Makes me think about how much I want you. Please, please, Eds, faster. I-oh! Oh, fuck!” 

Steve's body started to jolt with each thrust, from the force and speed Eddie was using. The sounds of pleasure and heavy panting filled the room, accompanied by mild squeaking coming from the bed frame. Dorm room beds were not made with functionality, pertaining to sex, in mind unfortunately. 

The jock clawed at Eddie's shoulders, leaving long red marks, as he dragged him down towards his own body. Eddie went easily, happy to fulfill Steve's unspoken demand for closeness. 

“The song made you think about your fantasies about me, huh? Does that mean you want me to cum on you?” Eddie asked teasingly between groans of pleasure. 

Steve went to answer, but whatever he’d meant to say faded away when Eddie’s lips pressed, just barely, against his ear lobe, and he whispered, “Honestly, I really hope you’re gonna say yes. You’re so gorgeous already, baby, but I know you’d look even more specktacular if your skin was…” His voice faded for a moment, replaced by puffs of hot air, as if he’d lost his train of thought amidst the pleasure he was feeling. A soft moan from Eddie had Steve whining and bucking his hips before he finally started talking again. 

“If your skin was adorned with cum, all in your chest hair and on your lips. Maybe even lower, too, like your thighs and cock. Depends on how good my aim is,” Eddie hummed with a soft, almost breathless laugh. 

“How did you know? Am I really that obvious?” Steve asked as he let one of his hands wander up Eddie’s neck, so his fingers could tangle in the curls at the base of his scalp. He loved the sound and feel of the older man panting, moaning, and speaking into his ear. Steve wanted to be sure Eddie wouldn’t move away suddenly.

“I just connected the obvious dots. And I guessed that because of my own fantasies, too. You want that fantasy to come true today?” Steve nodded hurriedly in response as his grip tightened on Eddie’s hair, pulling the strands taunt. 

Eddie groaned under his breath. The jock, experimentally, pulled harder in response making the metalhead whine. His hips stuttered in their movement as Steve grinned, bright and pleased with his discovery. 

“Your whining is so cute, E-” Steve started teasingly before Eddie shifted his hips, causing his cockhead to make direct contact with the younger man’s prostate. Steve cried out as his head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut. He just couldn’t fight the rush of pleasure to keep his gaze on Eddie, as he had been before, any longer.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Eddie. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” Steve warned as his body became rigid. The tidal wave of pleasure felt almost overwhelming as it washed over him, pushing him right to the edge. Eddie grabbed his cock, sloppily pumping it in time with his thrusts, just seconds before Steve was cumming. Sounds of delight and gasps for air came pouring out of his mouth as Eddie aimed his dick upward, getting bits of Steve’s cum all over the jock’s stomach and hairy chest. The metalhead kept on thrusting into him until Steve ran out of cum.

“Now it’s my turn, sweetheart. You ready?” Eddie asked with an excited grin as he pulled out of Steve suddenly, making the younger man whine, mildly, at the loss. 

“Yes, yes, come on, hurry up, Eddie,” Steve insisted as he released his tight grip on Eddie’s shoulder and hair, allowing him to move to sit up on his knees. 

“Alright, I got a big load coming right up, baby,” Eddie promised as he stroked his dick hurriedly. He had it aimed right towards Steve’s chest.

“What the fuck?” Steve asked with a surprised laugh as he watched Eddie with an intense focus. He didn’t want to miss a second of this moment, “I was just thinking about how good you are with words, but I’m taking that back now because that was a terrible line.”

“Yeah? Well, you can’t take compliments back, big boy, even internally thought ones. It’s just rude and-oh, Steve,” Eddie groaned, low and clearly satisfied, as he started to cum. He splattered the liquid across Steve’s chest before pointing his dick further up to get the rest on the jock’s neck, chin, and mouth. Steve licked his bottom lip, unable to resist the urge to get a little taste of the salty substance. 

“Fuck…I was right. You look absolutely magnificent like this,” Eddie gushed as he released his limp cock. He leaned down to kiss Steve with a slow, all-consuming hunger. The jock released a muffled groan against Eddie’s lips as he moved his hands, letting them wander down Eddie's back as far as he could reach. 

“I absolutely can take back compliments, but I won't this time since you've managed to redeem yourself,” Steve hummed with a pleased, almost amused, grin once their kiss came to a close. 

“I'll take it,” Eddie replied cheerfully, making Steve chuckle. 

“Now, as much as I'd love to keep you like this–all gorgeous, naked, and dirty–” That comment got a surprised laugh from Steve, “I think we should clean up. Join me for a shower, princess?” 

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” the jock agreed as Eddie slowly shifted off the bed. He put his hands out towards Steve, helping him up and off the bed, too. 

“How are you feeling? I can give you a little massage after our shower if you're sore,” Eddie offered as he led Steve into their connected bathroom. 

They were lucky enough to have one of the few dorm rooms on campus that came with its own bathroom and kitchen. The older man turned on the shower before he stuck his hand under the stream of water, making sure it was a comfortable temperature for them. 

“A little sore, yeah, but in a good way, so I'm alright. I'll have to take you up on that massage another time though.”

“Okay. Go ahead and get in,” Eddie encouraged as he stepped into the shower. “Let's clean off your front and face first, sweetheart. I don't want that cum to dry all over you. It'll be much harder to get off then, trust me.” 

“Okay, thank you, Eds,” the jock replied as he stepped in after Eddie. Steve sighed in delight once he was under the warm spray. It felt good, especially in the areas where he was feeling a little sore. 

Soon enough they finished up, got dressed in comfortable clothing, and climbed right back into Eddie's bed together. 

“I can't wait for our date. It's kind of thrilling to not know what we'll be doing. I'm not used to that, so I definitely welcome the switch up,” Steve murmured with a grin as he curled up with Eddie. The older man had his head gently resting on Steve's chest while his arms were wrapped snugly around the jock's middle. 

“Really? I guess people you've been with before expected you to plan everything then?” Eddie asked curiously. 

“Yeah. I've mostly been with women and they always expect me to take care of everything, which I don't mind. I like taking care of my partner and treating them to fun, exciting dates. It's just nice that I'll get to experience the being taken care of part, too now. I promise I'll plan something really romantic for us, for our second date.” 

“You're planning a second date already? Aren't you gonna wait to see if you have a good time on our first date?” Eddie asked, clearly surprised by how casually Steve mentioned it. He pressed a gentle kiss to the jock's hairy chest before he nuzzled back into him. 

“Nah, I don't need to,” Steve hummed as he began to gently mess with Eddie's curls, running his fingers through them, “I already know I'm gonna have a good time.” 

“How do you know?” 

“Cause I'll be with you.” Steve said the words quietly, but confidently, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And it was, to him, at least. One doesn't usually pine over a guy for almost a whole school year just to turn him away after their first date. 

“Wow, I…that's the sweetest thing you could've possibly said. Fuuuck. I'm so screwed. I like you so so much,” Eddie spoke as if the sentiment he shared was going to lead to the end of the world. Steve laughed as he rolled his eyes. 

“I like you so so much, too, you dramatic dork. Now, why don't you tell me your thoughts on Sabrina's new album? Since you listened to it all and you have all that uh music technical knowledge or whatever, I gotta hear your thoughts.” 

“I was so hoping you'd ask me that,” Eddie said with a grin before he jumped right into it. Steve silently thanked Sabrina's horny music for bringing them together as Eddie talked. He couldn't have been happier. 

This is also on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67706561

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One of the things I love so much about music (especially love songs) is hearing a song I've heard a million times (that I adore) one day & suddenly thinking 'hm, this so gives *whatever ship* vibes' or 'oh my god, this song kind of sets up a plot, a plot which I could put my favorite little guys into'. It's just so fun to interpret beloved media in a new way just randomly. Always makes me so excited to write a fic with that song in mind later.

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How To Lock All of Your Fics At Once On Ao3

Someone has probably already done this but

For anyone looking to lock their works for only registered users over on Ao3 in light of the sudowrites scraping thing here is how you can lock all of your fics at once.

Log into Ao3 and go to your Profile, Works or Dashboard

At the top under you’re user name there are four buttons pick Edit Works

Second row of buttons on the right chose All and then hit Edit

Scroll down past all of your works and then keeps scrolling until you find Visibility  change it to Only Show to Registered User

(If a fic is over the tag limit you have to edit those down to make edit to the work.)

Hit Update All Works at the very bottom and you are done all of you fics should now have a little blue lock next to your user name on each fic.

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--------Super mild spoiler for the Minecraft movie---------

Bro, the way I was trying so hard not to fucking scream in the movie theater when I saw the pink triangles on Garrett's fingerless gloves in the Minecraft movie. I love being a lesbian who's super into history.

There's no way in hell those were put there by accident. I really hope the triangles weren't put there by accident. Don't let this be like the time they accidentally put a cock ring on a Ken barbie doll bro. Or like Eddie Munson's black back pocket bandana that means nothing???? (There's no way it means nothing)

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Fanfic master list

I absolutely love this art piece (https://www.tumblr.com/jellyfish-confetti/737302469763383296/redraw-of-a-post-i-saw-on-twitter-retweeted-by?source=share) by @jellyfish-confetti & I was inspired to write a little fanfic piece for it, so here it is. Enjoy!

Daisies in the Rain

rated m | 3834 words | tags: genderswap steddie, rockstar Eddie, popstar Stevie, established relationship, Grammy award show, bathroom sex - eating out & masturbation

Stevie took a slow breath in, closing her eyes for a moment, as Eddie squeezed her hand. 

“You ready to get out, sweetheart?” Eddie asked softly. 

Stevie really wished she'd give her one of those lazy, loving kisses she always had to offer. They always calmed Stevie in a way nothing else could; got her to focus on the warmth of Eddie's body while everything else faded away. She knew now wasn't a good time for that, though. Not when they'd both had makeup artists spend so long perfecting their makeup before this event. 

“Baby, you with me? We can wait a minute longer, if you'd prefer,” Eddie offered gently. 

“They'll be waiting for you.”

“Us. They'll be waiting for us. You're famous now, too, remember?” Eddie corrected as she gave Stevie's hand a squeeze. 

She laughed as she gave a slight nod, “Yeah, I remember.”

“Good. You deserve every nomination you've gotten tonight, sunshine. I hope you know that. And, I want you to enjoy yourself, so if you need a little longer before we step out and get swarmed by paparazzi, then that's totally okay. They can wait,” Eddie insisted with a comforting smile. 

Stevie still couldn't believe how much her life had changed in the last year. 

They'd both been signed under the same agency. Eddie was already famous and massively influencing the rock/metal community. Stevie, on the other hand, was a much smaller artist making pop music. They'd both been at the studio the same day, recording some new music. Eddie had stumbled into the wrong room, intruding on Stevie's session by mistake. She'd been too mesmerized by her voice to do anything other than stay to hear the rest of her song. Once Stevie had finished, Eddie had insisted they collaborate on some music together for their respective upcoming albums. They'd started dating three months later, thanks to all that time spent together. Stevie’s music had massively grown in popularity thanks to the collaboration bringing attention to her talents; dating Eddie only added to her popularity.  

Now they'd both been nominated in multiple categories for the Grammys. Eddie, for the fourth year in a row, and Stevie, for the first time in her career. 

“You deserve all your nominations, too, Eds. I'm so happy for you. I'm ready to get out there when you are,” Stevie assured Eddie, “Let's show them just how happy and stunning we are.”

Eddie chuckled softly, “That's my girl.” She opened the car door before she slipped out of the backseat to stand outside. 

The pop star was surprised by just how loud the atmosphere of the car had become with the now open door. Cheers of adoration and the snapping of cameras flooded her senses. She was still getting used to the intense attention that came with her rapid rise to fame. Stevie loved it, but it was overwhelming sometimes.The metalhead frequently assured her that it would become easier to handle with time. 

Stevie took Eddie's outstretched hand, using it to carefully climb out of the car, as she murmured, “Thank you, babe.” The words were just for her lover to enjoy. 

Eddie led Stevie slowly down the start of the red carpet with an arm wrapped around the popstar's lower back. Once they arrived in the area dedicated to posing, Eddie moved to crouch down beside Stevie. 

“What are you doing down there, Eds?” Stevie asked in confusion as she looked down at her. 

“I'm just fixing your dress, sweetheart. I want you to look your best for our pictures,” Eddie hummed, followed by a playful wink thrown up at Stevie. She fondly rolled her eyes as she set a hand on the metalhead's shoulder. 

“Alright, if you say so. But it certainly doesn't look that way from up here.” 

Eddie let out a shocked gasp as she placed a hand on her upper chest; Stevie had quickly learned this was her ‘old woman clutching her pearls in horror’ pose. The metalhead had many dramatic poses like that, but this was one of Stevie’s favorites. 

“Get your head out of the gutter, Stevie! This is meant to be a family friendly event. No one wants to hear about your ‘gay depravity’,” Eddie scolded as she gave the pop star her best disappointed look. Stevie put a hand over her mouth, trying to hide her laughter and growing smile. 

“Oh, you think this is funny young lady? This is a serious matter, and you should respect your elders,” Eddie said with a huff, keeping up the act. 

Stevie went to retort, but she let her comment die on her tongue when she heard a paparazzi photographer call out, “You’re cute, but could you pose for us before you keep flirting?” Eddie snorted in amusement as Stevie turned pink with embarrassment. 

“Yeah, sorry,” Stevie called back before her gaze fell back to Eddie, “How should we pose?”

“Just stay right where you are and flash me one of those sweet, pretty smiles of your’s, princess,” Eddie instructed as she gently tugged down the bottom of Stevie’s dress, flattening the red fabric out where it had rolled up a little. 

A pleased, shy smile spread across Stevie’s face. She held still for just a few seconds, focusing only on Eddie’s warm, brown eyes and the clicks of multiple cameras. Once she was sure they’d gotten enough shots she mouthed, ‘I love you’ to Eddie, then offered her a hand. 

The rockstar took it as she murmured, “Thank you. You’re such a gentleman, honey. Now, let’s get you inside before they insist on more poses. I mean, I love taking pictures with you, but I’m not here to model. I’m here to have fun, you know?”

“Yeah, I do. It’ll be fun to see other artists perform some of their most popular songs from this past year. Especially since it’s basically impossible for us to go out without being spotted by a fan or paparazzi or whatever. It’ll be like we’re..normal, for the evening, at least.”

“Exactly. I’m so glad you get it. It’s so nice to date someone who understands my struggles as an artist in the public eye. Though I’m sorry you have to endure all the bad parts of being famous. I wish you could just enjoy the good ones,” Eddie said, followed by a soft sigh, as she led Stevie into the building with the hand on her lower back.

“You don’t need to be sorry. It’s not your fault people are crazy. Let’s find our seats and get some of those champagne flutes the waiters are carrying around. I love champagne,” Stevie insisted excitedly. She couldn’t believe she was at the Grammys with her stunning girlfriend. It was a dream come true. 

Eddie chuckled as she nodded, “You find our seats. I’ll get the champagne and meet you there.”

Soon enough both girls were seated at a table near the back sipping champagne and laughing together. They quieted down as the host came on stage and began to give his first speech of the night.

Stevie was able to pay attention for all of twenty minutes before her mind began to wander elsewhere; thanks to the wandering, curious hand of her girlfriend. 

The pop star just couldn't help being distracted when Eddie's hand was rubbing affectionate circles into the top of her thigh, lingering near her knee. Stevie tried anyway, to pay attention. She kept her eyes on the host and the stage as the first award and its nominees began to be announced. She could at least look like she was paying attention, even if she really wasn't. 

Eddie chuckled under her breath in amusement when Stevie’s legs twitched, instinctively trying to fall open to invite the rockstar to touch even more of her. She was really starting to wish her dress wasn’t so damn tight.

The rockstar's hand stayed still long enough for two different artists to perform their most popular songs of the year.  Then it began to move higher to the mid-thigh area. She let out a shaky breath as she leaned her side against Eddie a little. The possibility of getting caught touching like this, even if it was only slightly ‘inappropriate’, was equally thrilling and anxiety-inducing. Stevie hadn't expected Eddie to touch her so boldly in a room full of their peers. She supposed the dark room and everyone's intense focus being on the stage did make for a good environment for a little flirtatious touching. 

Stevie could feel heat and want curling in her lower stomach as Eddie’s hand moved even higher; she was so close to where the popstar wanted Eddie’s attention to be. She was riled up easily, much to her disadvantage and to Eddie's absolute delight. 

It only took another ten minutes for Stevie to break. 

“I'm going to the bathroom. Meet me there in two minutes or less,” she whispered into Eddie's ear before she got up from her chair. She snuck through the crowd of tables and people with little murmurs of apologies; sighing in relief once she was alone in the restroom. 

Stevie checked her makeup and hair in the bathroom mirrors while she waited for her lover to join her; she was pleased to find that she still looked good. 

“Hey, sweetheart, come here often?” Eddie asked with a flirtatious, almost smug, grin as the bathroom door closed behind her. She locked the door to ensure no one would catch them messing around in the public restroom. 

“You are such a dork,” Stevie teased with a soft laugh as she turned to face Eddie, “Now, come here, babe, I'm dying to get my hands on you. You've been driving me crazy, you jerk.” 

“Yes, ma'am,” Eddie eagerly agreed as she hurried over to her girlfriend, “I love how desperate you get when I tease you.”

Eddie was pressing her lips to Stevie's before she had a chance to respond. She sighed happily just as the rockstar grabbed her hips and gently pushed her back against the large sinks’ counter. She'd been yearning for a kiss all night. Stevie knew this would mess with their makeup, but she didn't really care anymore; no more pictures would be taken, they just had to avoid being seen too closely on camera. 

Stevie whined in delight as Eddie nipped at her bottom lip. The rockstar immediately took the opportunity to explore Stevie's mouth, letting her tongue feel along some of her teeth before moving it to brush against Stevie's tongue. The pleasant sensation had the pop star scrambling to pull Eddie significantly closer, though they were already pressed together firmly, by her waist. 

“Mm, I love it when you grab me like that, princess,” Eddie purred lazily against Stevie's lips. She licked sensually along her lover's tongue one more time before moving down to Stevie's neck. Eddie had to fight the urge to bite–marks would automatically be noticeable. Kisses seemed to suffice, for now, if Stevie's pleased little noises were anything to go by. 

“Eds, please…I need more,” the popstar murmured, practically on the edge of pleading. They hadn’t done much of anything yet, but she already felt so desperate. Something about Eddie just brought that out in her.

“More of what, sweetheart?” Eddie asked with a smug smile as she kissed back up Stevie’s neck. 

“More of your mouth, your hands, everything,” she insisted as she moved a hand down to grab at Eddie’s butt. She gave the area a soft squeeze, pulling a surprised, gasped laugh out of the rockstar.

“Someone’s feeling grabby today, huh?” Eddie teased, followed by a gentle peck, “I’d be more than happy to give you more, baby, but you gotta let go of me first. I can’t eat you out from way up.” That comment got Stevie to let go immediately, making Eddie laugh.

“God, you are so charming. You know that?” she said, almost cooing affectionately at Stevie as she slowly moved down to kneel on the tile floor. The material felt cool against her knees, even through her suit pants. 

“I don't know what got you to say that now, but I'm happy to hear you say that anyway. I definitely try to be charming,” Stevie answered as Eddie grabbed the bottom of her red dress. She carefully pushed the tight material upward, so she could reach her lover's tantalizing core. Eddie just couldn't wait to taste Stevie's excitement; couldn't wait to make her cum, too. 

“Oh, I know you do. It only works sometimes.” That teasing comment got Eddie a little, playful swat to the shoulder. 

“Jerk,” Stevie muttered with a pout. 

“Don't be like that, honey, I'm just teasing. I really do think you're so very charming. I'm so happy I get to be the one you share all your romantic charm with. I wouldn't want it any other way,” Eddie insisted as she finally got Stevie's dress pushed up far enough to expose her lacy underwear. 

There was quite a significant wet spot in the fabric. Eddie immediately leaned forward to give it a lick, pressing the lacy material against Stevie's hole briefly. The popstar sighed, then moaned as Eddie's tongue dragged upward to tease her clit through the fabric. 

“Fuck..I think you're so charming, too. Now, please, please get your tongue on me. Feeling you through the fabric isn't enough. Your tongue feels so much better right up against my skin, baby,” Stevie pleaded desperately as she pressed her hips forward, slightly smushing her clit against Eddie's tongue. It felt good, but not enough to do much for her. 

“Someone's feeling bossy today,” Eddie teased as she pulled back. She grabbed Stevie's waistband and immediately pulled down, exposing the pop star's pussy. 

“Oh, shut up. You love it when I'm like this,” Stevie insisted as she gently pushed Eddie’s curls back and behind her ear, keeping the black locks out of her way. Her other hand moved back to grip the counter behind her. 

“I do. Doesn't mean I can't tease you about it,” the rockstar replied as her hands moved back up to grab at Stevie's thighs. She dug her nails, gently to start with, into the pale skin there. Eddie knew how much Stevie liked that little bite of pain, and the marks it left afterward. 

Stevie went to make some comment back, but not before Eddie leaned in and flicked her tongue gently over her clit. 

“Ah..Eddie, please,” Stevie pleaded as she pushed her hips forward, immediately seeking more. 

“Oh, I love it when you act like a good girl, too. Being so polite and needy. I'll give you everything you need, baby,” Eddie purred, her mouth barely an inch away from Stevie's vagina. The feel of her warm breath brushing against Stevie's sensitive skin sent a shiver up her spine. 

The rockstar immediately got to work, stopping the teasing all together. Eddie moved her tongue in a repetitive up and down motion against Stevie's clit as she cried out in relief.

“Yes, yes..that's perfect. Faster, please, Eds. I know you can go faster. I need it,” Stevie begged, followed by a shaky, pleased moan. 

Eddie immediately picked up the pace, moving her tongue faster as she pressed her nails harder against Stevie's skin. She didn't usually order Eddie around–preferring to let the rockstar take the lead–Eddie liked it that way too, but Stevie's bossy side was such a turn on, too. 

Eddie hurriedly moved a hand away from Stevie's thigh and down towards her own pants. She fumbled with the button and zipper for a moment before her hand slipped past her waistband. Eddie let out a garbled groan against Stevie's clit once she began to tease her own bud. The vibration and clear desperation from her partner pulled a moan from Stevie. 

“Fuck, you're so hot, love. And so so good with your tongue. I already feel like I'm gonna cum. No one has ever pleased me as much as you have; not even close,” Stevie gushed in praise as her grip on Eddie's hair tightened. She began to slowly rock her hips, partially to get more pressure against her clit, partially to get Eddie's spit and tongue all over her folds, too. It felt so good to feel her lover everywhere, even if it wasn't as physically stimulating as constant attention to her bud was. She just couldn't get enough of everything Eddie had to offer. 

The rockstar couldn't help, but let out a groan against Stevie's skin as the woman rode her face. She loved when the popstar took control like that; used Eddie however she saw fit to pleasure herself. It was like a wet dream come true. 

Stevie echoed the sound with one of her own as heat began to rapidly build in her lower stomach. She sort of felt like she was on fire. 

“Oh god…oh god, I'm gonna cum,” Stevie warned as her hips started to jerk in uneven rolls. It was hard to keep moving when she was slowly overwhelmed by the pleasure. Eddie picked up any slack by moving her tongue around to meet Stevie's bucking hips. She rubbed her own clit significantly faster, hoping to finish with her girlfriend. 

“Yes, yes, yes, Eddie. I love you, love your mouth, love your hair, love your smug grins,” Stevie said, practically babbling. She was teetering right on the edge. Her hands tightened their grip on Eddie's hair, pulling hard enough to pull a wounded whine from her. 

Before the popstar knew it, she was cumming. Her eyes slammed shut as her head fell back with a loud, “Fuck!”

Eddie kept on lapping at Stevie's bud until the woman pushed her away with a whimper of overstimulation. 

“You gonna cum, too, Ed? I want to see you cum so bad. I love the face you always make. You're just so gorgeous,” Stevie gushed as she eased her grip on Eddie's hair. She gently began to massage her scalp as she watched her girlfriend eagerly jerk off. 

“Yes..that was so hot. Eating you out is such a turn-on,” The rockstar easily confessed. She tipped her head up to look directly at Stevie. Eddie wanted her to have a great view of that expression she loved so much. 

“Go ahead, baby. Show me how much you like my pussy. Show me how much it turns you on,” Stevie encouraged as she gave her curls a little tug. That little push–with demands, pet names, and a sting of mild pain–was enough to send her over the edge. Eddie clawed at Stevie’s thigh, holding on hard enough to leave crescent shaped marks and bruises as her hips jerked forward against her hand. Eddie panted softly as she slowly pulled her hand out of her pants. 

“Oh my god, that was so hot, Eds. Get up here and kiss me,” the popstar insisted, making Eddie laugh. 

“You're really feeling pushy today. I should touch you more in public if it makes you this bold,” Eddie joked as she slowly got up. Stevie laughed as Eddie set her clean hand on her cheek. She kissed the popstar softly with a wide grin. 

“I love you,” the rockstar whispered against Stevie's lips. 

“I love you, too. And, as much as I hate to say it, we should get back before anyone notices we're missing,” Stevie replied as her hands moved to rest on Eddie's shoulders. 

“You're right. Let's clean up real fast, then hurry to our seats.” Eddie helped Stevie wipe off and redress before she cleaned herself up. Once they both looked, mostly, like they had before, they went on back to their table. 

It was just in time to hear the award presenter say, “And the best duet of the year award goes to Daisies in the Rain by Eddie Munson and Stevie Harrington.” The crowd erupted into cheers just as the couple had made it back to their table. Stevie couldn't help, but squeal in excitement as she hugged Eddie tightly. 

“Oh my god, we won! We won!” she yelled happily as a few people around them laughed. Stevie could feel all eyes in the room on them, but she didn't care. All she wanted to do was share this joy and success with her girlfriend. 

“We sure did, baby,” Eddie hummed with a laugh as she hugged Stevie back, “I knew we would.” Eddie grabbed Stevie's hand before she gently guided her up onto the stage to the sound of applause. 

They were each handed a trophy with a brief congratulations before the presenter stepped aside to give the couple a chance to speak to the crowd. 

“If you'd told me a year ago I'd be winning an award for best duet with the prettiest girl I've ever seen I would've told you you were crazy. I would've said ‘I don't work with other artists. I'm a solo act. Always have been, always will be’ but that was before I heard Stevie sing. And oh my god can this girl sing. At that moment I just knew I had to see what other talents might be hiding under the surface and to see if our talents were compatible, so I suggested we work on a duet together.” Eddie paused for a moment to lift Stevie's hand, pressing a gentle kiss to it. The popstar gave Eddie a loving peck on the cheek in return. 

“I'm so grateful for all the love we've received because of this song from loyal fans, newcomers, the Grammys tonight, and most importantly, each other,” Eddie said into the mic with a bright smile. Her joy was practically radiating off of her. She kept squeezing Stevie's hand as she talked; it kind of felt like she was squeezing Stevie's heart, too, with her words. 

“Oh, baby,” the popstar murmured with a almost-shy, pleased smile. They got a few ‘awes’ from the crowd of artists watching.

“I want to say I'm grateful as well for all the amazing people I've met this past year, and for my rapid rise to fame thanks to all our fans. Eddie and I can't wait to share our love with you all through the duet album Devoted, which we plan to release in just a few months. We hope you'll love it just as much as you all loved Daisies in the Rain,” Stevie added once Eddie stepped back to give her a moment to speak. 

Once she'd finished talking the two turned and walked off the stage to the sound of further applause. The rest of the evening went by fairly quickly with a few more performances and award presentations. As they left Stevie leaned fully into Eddie, enjoying her warm embrace. She was so grateful they'd had a first successful night together at the Grammys. Stevie couldn't wait to see what would happen in the next year, both for the couple's careers and love life. 

This is also on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63732766

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This is part four of a series. My masterlist of fics (including this series in order) can be found here:

rated m | 4208 words | tags: friends with benefits, secretly crushing on each other, Eddie plays music for Steve, sexual overstimulation

Can I Play Something For You, Honey?

“Hey, sweet thing, you think you can handle one more?” Eddie asked softly, hands gently massaging Steve's chest, as the younger man slowly came down from the high of his third orgasm that afternoon.

Steve took a moment to just breath and try to figure out what Eddie was saying. His voice sounded like it was far away, though he knew the guy was hovering right above him.

“Steve, are you with me?” Eddie asked as he snapped his fingers near the other's ear, “I need you to answer me, big boy.”

“Mm…yeah, yeah. I'm… here. Just a little out of it. I've never tried going for so many consecutive rounds before,” Steve finally answered as Eddie's voice and face slowly came back into focus.

“I can tell,” Eddie said with a soft laugh, “Do you think you could go for one more? I just love taking you apart and I gotta say, getting to that fourth or fifth orgasm, if you can make it that far, is just something else. The overstimulation is so...satisfying and crazy intense. I think you'll really like it, and I'd really like to have a chance to cum with you. But I'll understand if you can't handle it or don't want to keep going.”

Steve felt a wave of jealousy wash over him at the thought of Eddie being with someone else. They'd never tried overstimulation with Eddie as the intended target, so he knew someone else had given him that experience. He'd known from the beginning that Eddie had been with other guys. It had never bothered him before. Steve usually appreciated that Eddie was so experienced, but he wasn’t feeling so appreciative of that fact now. He didn't understand why he was jealous all of a sudden. Though it wasn’t suddenly, not really, when he reflected on it further. He’d felt a little spike of jealousy when Eddie had said that ‘Practice makes perfect, sweetheart. Thank god. I used to be so bad at this. I almost threw up once when I took a guy’s dick way too far down my throat with little experience, but now I can swallow around a big boy like you no problem. It’s great isn’t it?’. He didn’t like thinking about all the guys that came before him. Had Eddie been affectionate with them, too? Had he called them things like sweetheart and honey and babylove like he did for Steve? Was any of this special or original for Eddie like it was for Steve?

The feelings of jealousy and doubt had faded just as fast as they had come when Eddie gave him a little flirty wink and went right back to blowing him. Steve couldn’t hold space for those feelings or even really think them over when he felt like Eddie was trying to kill him with the best blowjob known to man. Regardless, he could still feel the way it had ached and burned in his chest then. That had happened about a week ago.

He shook his head in an effort to shake off the feeling.

“No? You don't want more? Okay, that's okay, honey. We won't do more,” Eddie assured Steve as he ran a hand through his sweaty hair, “Let's get you cleaned up instead.”

“No, I...that’s not what I meant. I was just...shaking myself out of my daze. I want to try going for one more. I think I can handle it and I do really want to see you cum, too,” Steve replied as he leaned into the hand in his hair. He was getting tired, but the thought of more still got him all excited.

“Oh, yeah? I was hoping you’d say that. Are you sure, though? I don’t want you to push yourself just because I said I want you to,” Eddie said softly, to which Steve nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, I’m sure, and I’m not. I really do want to try.”

“Mm...that’s my good boy.” Eddie leaned down to kiss Steve, all sweet and slow. The younger man hummed in delight as he hugged Eddie’s neck, pulling him closer. He just couldn’t get enough of his lips no matter how many times they'd kissed. It was never enough. Steve wasn’t sure he’d ever really be satiated when it came to Eddie.

Eddie reached up with a hand, tangling it in Steve’s hair. He tugged, harsh and sudden. The guy let out a muffled moan as his hips jerked upward just slightly. Eddie chuckled against Steve’s lips at the motion.

“Wow. I can’t believe you still have enough energy in you to be shifting around like that. I love how eager you always are. It’s very hot…and kinda cute,” the older guy hummed, his lips hovering just an inch or so away from Steve’s mouth.

“Cute? I’m not cute. I’m actually super sexy. It’s not the same thing at all,” he insisted as a light, embarrassed flush spread across his face.

“Mhm, whatever you say Stevie,” Eddie teased with a snort of amusement.

“Hey, I mean it, Eds. I swear to god I-” Steve started as he moved to sit up, so he could properly scold Eddie, but he didn’t get far. The man was immediately, gently, pushing Steve back down onto the bed and reconnecting their lips. Before Steve knew it, Eddie’s tongue was skirting along his own. He whined as he grabbed at Eddie’s hips, trying to tug him closer. The curly-haired brunette was happy to oblige, letting Steve push their naked hips up against each other’s. Eddie moaned at the harsh contact, finally getting some sort of touch. He loved driving Steve crazy, but he’d been driving himself crazy, too, the entire time he’d been taking Steve apart.

Eddie quickly moved a hand between them. With a little fumbling and a muttered, quiet curse into Steve’s mouth, Eddie had both their cocks in hand. Any previous plan to edge Steve till he was pleading for mercy was thrown out the window in favor of immediate relief just as Eddie started to jerk them off at a steady pace.

“Oh..fuck,” Steve whined as his hips shifted, almost pulling away from Eddie’s calloused hand. The simple touch was almost too much in a way that skirted between pleasant and terrible. It almost immediately brought him to the edge, much to his surprise. He’d never felt so sensitive and strung out in his life. It was straining and somehow exhilarating all at once.

Steve’s hips bucked into Eddie’s hand as he grabbed at the older man’s bare shoulders. His nails were digging into his skin, almost hard enough to cut skin, just as Eddie’s strokes sped up.

“Eds…oh god, oh fuck, Eddie, please,” Steve moaned as tears welled up along his lash line. He was sure he’d never felt such an intense heat coil in his lower stomach before. He was starting to understand what Eddie had been saying about that fourth or fifth orgasm being unlike anything else. Steve wanted to cry because of how intensely good it felt.

“I know, sweetheart, I know. Just hold on. I’ll get you right there. You’re gonna feel so good. Just breathe for me, okay?” Eddie cooed, followed by a strangled moan. His hips stuttered into his palm, pulling a whimper from Steve at the friction.

The younger guy tried to focus on his breathing and not the heat sizzling under his skin that threatened to burn him alive, but it didn’t help much. Steve’s heart started to beat against his chest, trying to escape the prison of his rib cage, while his eyes screwed shut.

“Eddie, please, please, please, I-,” Steve started to whine before he was cut off by a cry. A handful of tears spilled out of the corners of his eyes, rushing towards his hairline as he wiggled underneath Eddie. He felt like he was going to combust if he didn’t cum immediately.

“I’m right here, babylove. I’m gonna make you cum, I swear. Just stay with me, big boy. Can you do that? Can you open your eyes for me, too? I want to see those beautiful hazel eyes. God, you’re just so pretty. You know that, honey? You’re the nicest looking guy I’ve ever seen, and I’m so pleased to have you in my bed, I-” Eddie gushed, his voice sweet as sugar. He didn’t stop talking, but Steve certainly stopped listening as his orgasm finally ripped through him.

Steve came with a broken off, high-pitched moan as a few more tears slipped down his face. He blacked out for a moment and when he came to Eddie was cumming onto Steve’s stomach and his own hand with a grunt. The younger man watched in awe as he slowly caught his breath. He loved watching the way Eddie’s face would twist and contort in pleasure whenever he finally got to his release. The older man gasped for air as he let go of his now limp cock. He’d released Steve’s just moments prior.

“Hey, big boy, how are you feeling down there?” Eddie asked softly. He moved up a hand, his clean hand, to gently cup Steve’s face.

Eddie rubbed his cheek with his thumb as he added, “You did so well. I hope you enjoyed that last little push. It sure seems like you did.” Steve hummed in delight while he leaned into Eddie's gentle touch.

“Mm...good. I did enjoy it. I'm…” Steve sighed before he continued, “I'm exhausted and all worn out, but like in a good way. That was fun. How are you up there?”

“Good, honey. I'm doing real good. Stay here for a second for me. I'll go get a rag to clean you up,” Eddie instructed as he slowly climbed off the bed. Steve gave the guy a lazy thumbs up just before he watched him leave Eddie's room to head to the bathroom just down the hall.

His tired mind started to wander off to the past few weeks as he waited for Eddie.

—------Two Weeks Earlier—--‐—-----------

Steve took a deep breath to try to calm himself down. He didn't want to be hyperventilating when Eddie opened the door to his trailer. The older man had seen him in a vulnerable position a few times now, but that didn't stop Steve from feeling embarrassed about it.

He sighed before he knocked on the door quietly. He didn't need to be disturbing Eddie's neighbors so late at night. Though he was grateful to know he wouldn't be bothering Wayne at least.

A few moments later the door was opened with a quiet squeak.

“Hey, big boy. What are you doing here? It's like...midnight or something. Are you okay? Did you leave some of your school stuff here again? If you did, you could've just called. I would've brought your stuff to school for ya, you know,” Eddie greeted as he rubbed at his left eye tiredly with a loose fist. He shifted to lean against the doorframe, letting it take some of his weight.

“Hey, sorry, I...hope I didn't wake you up or anything like that. I just...I've been struggling to sleep again. Would you mind letting me borrow that Metallica cassette again? I tried listening to some of my own music first, but it wasn't really helping. It's just...not the same,” Steve reluctantly replied as his gaze dipped down to stare at his shoes.

It still made him feel kind of queasy to be so open and vulnerable with Eddie, even though he’d done it many times before. Steve wasn't sure that discomfort would ever completely go away; he wished it would.

“Yeah, of course. Isn't this like…” Eddie paused for a moment to yawn before he kept talking, “the third time you've asked to borrow it?”

“It is. Is that an issue? Am I borrowing it too much? You can tell me if I am and I'll stop asking.” Steve was worried he'd been leaning on Eddie's help too heavily. He'd tried to assure himself that his worries were silly, but he was doubting that now. He didn't want to burden or upset Eddie.

“No, no, of course not. Why don't you keep it? Then you won't have to keep asking me to borrow it. You're listening to it more than I am right now anyway,” Eddie offered as he shifted to the side to allow Steve to come inside. He invited him in with a warm smile. He was relieved to hear his asking wasn't an issue.

“Come on. I'll grab it for ya now.”

“What? Are you sure, Eds? Didn't you say this album was really important to you because it was one of your first cassettes?” Steve asked as he followed Eddie into the trailer and down the hall towards his room.

“I'm sure. It is important to me, but...I think it'll be in good hands,” Eddie replied. He sent a playful wink Steve's way, then he grabbed the cassette from his collection.

“Here you go, sweetheart, the tape you wanted. You wanna listen to it here? I have my walkman around here somewhere, and I'd appreciate the company.”

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate it. I would like to listen to it here,” Steve hummed as he gently took the cassette. He plopped down onto Eddie's bed with a soft sigh.

“It's no problem,” The older guy replied. He rummaged around for a moment before he pulled his walkman out of his box of cassettes. He handed it over to Steve as he sat beside him.

“Do you mind if I spend the night? I…uh…I tend to sleep better when I'm...with you,” Steve murmured with a light, rosy blush. He couldn't help being a little embarrassed by the confession.

“Of course, babylove. I'd never say no to spending more time with you.”

Steve's cheeks felt warm now, just thinking about that night. Eddie's intense kindness always threw him for a loop, but he was so incredibly grateful for it. Steve admired his sweet nature, too.

That had been the second time Eddie had ever called him babylove. The way the nickname easily fell from the older guy's lips played in Steve's head over and over again the next day when he was out looking for a job. He'd entirely messed up an interview because he couldn't focus on anything but Eddie's smooth voice.

“Hey there, sweet thing. What's going on in that big, fluffy head of yours? You look like you're thinking real hard,” Eddie asked in curiosity as he finally returned to the room with a damp washcloth in hand.

“Hm? Oh, I uh I was just thinking about when you gave me your cassette tape. Thanks again for that, by the way. I listen to it like all the time,” Steve answered honestly as Eddie gently cleaned the cum off his chest before it dried. Steve sighed in delight at the feeling of being clean. He gently took the cloth from Eddie, once he was finished, and used it to clean off Eddie's cock and lower stomach.

The guy shuddered at the slight touch as he muttered a soft, “Thanks.”

“Mhm. Do you want me to put something on your little radio before we get dressed?” Steve asked as he slowly slipped out of bed. It took him a second to feel stable on his feet, but once he did he walked off towards the radio. He dropped the rag in Eddie's hamper on the way there.

“Nah, I was actually thinking we could do something different today,” Eddie replied as he got out of the bed, too, “You know how I told you I write my own music sometimes?”

“Yeah, I remember that,” Steve hummed in response as he began to rifle through one of Eddie's drawers. They frequently shared clothes due to the sexual nature of their relationship. It was one of the many things Steve liked about their special friends-with-benefits relationship. Eddie's shirts always felt so comfortable, in the way only a worn couch could.

“Well I've been working on this new song and I… I was kind of hoping I could play it for you. I want your opinion on it, if that's alright?” Eddie asked in an almost shy manner. It was odd for the man. Steve had never seen him act like that. He couldn't help thinking it was kinda cute.

“I'd be honored, Eds. But let's get dressed first. You don't wanna get your girl dirty, do you?” Steve asked teasingly with a soft chuckle as he slipped on some of Eddie's boxers and one of his metal t-shirts.

“No, no I don't. She was expensive and she's hard to clean.”

Eddie got dressed too, opting for boxers and sweatpants. Once they were both clothed, they sat back on the bed near the headboard. Eddie had his guitar resting comfortably in his lap.

“Go ahead. I'm listening,” Steve murmured in encouragement. Eddie gave a little nod in response as he chewed at his bottom lip. The younger guy had picked up on quite a few of Eddie's little habits. Like how he seemed to bite at his lip when he was nervous or anxious.

Steve placed a gentle hand on Eddie's knee, hoping to ease that feeling. It seemed to be helping, if Eddie's little smile was anything to go by.

The older man took a deep breath before he started to play, his fingers dancing along the neck of the guitar. A soft melody began to fill the silence in the room. It was sweet and slow, much to Steve's equal surprise and delight. He was completely transfixed by the sight before him. He had no idea someone could look so beautiful while playing the guitar.

Steve closed his eyes as Eddie continued to play, to really give himself a chance to focus on the notes. He couldn't help sort of bobbing his head along as bits of the melody became almost familiar, as some were repeated. The music was moving, filling his chest with a sort of peaceful joy.

Eventually the song came to an end, unfortunately. Steve was sure he could listen to Eddie play for hours.

“So...what do you think?” Eddie asked as he peeked over at Steve.

“If I didn't know any better I’d think that was a love song,” Steve teased. The older guy rolled his eyes before he went to protest, but he was cut off.

“But, seriously, I really enjoyed it. The soft melody was...unexpected, but very nice. It's like...it's pretty, romantic music. I like that. And it does suit you, in a strange sort of way. Though I am surprised you decided to use your acoustic guitar for this song. Don’t you prefer your electric guitar?”

Eddie turned pink as a grin spread across his face. He usually wasn’t flustered by compliments, from what Steve had seen, so this was a rare sight, but a good one. Steve loved the way the color looked in contrast to his skin.

“Yeah, I do, but...it didn’t feel right for this song. I tried. It just didn’t capture it correctly. Do you know what I mean?” Eddie tried to explain as he carefully set his guitar aside.

“Mm...I think so. I guess you’re right, now that I consider it. I’m not sure the song would sound very romantic or pretty on the electric guitar. It would still be good, of course, but it wouldn’t be the same.”

“Exactly. You get it. Thank you. I like hearing that you think it’s pretty. I want it to sound pretty,” he murmured as Steve shifted a little on the bed. Now that he wasn’t worried about messing up Eddie’s playing he could lay his head on his shoulder and Steve did, almost immediately. The older guy chuckled under his breath as he moved an arm to wrap around the back of Steve’s torso with his hand resting leisurely on his hip.

“Do you have any lyrics to go with it? Some lyrics would just be great, I think. Like something poetic or kinda romantic.”

“No, I don't, but I'd like to. I'll definitely keep those suggestions in mind. Thank you, babylove. For your opinion and your advice,” Eddie hummed. He pressed a gentle kiss against the side of Steve's head.

The younger guy completely melted into his side in response. He couldn't help it when Eddie was being so sweet and calling Steve his favorite pet name.

“It's no problem. I like hearing your music. I want to hear this song more as you work on it. Like I want the updates as you go along,” Steve insisted as he shifted to lean into Eddie more. He hugged Eddie's torso as he laid his head against the front of Eddie's shoulder, instead of the side like before.

“I want to hear more of your music, too,” he added.

“Yeah? You should come to one of my band's shows. We perform at the Hideout bar every Tuesday at seven PM Say you'll come, please?” Eddie asked excitedly as he wiggled down to lay completely on his bed. He dragged Steve with him, who squeaked in surprise.

“Eddie! Okay, okay, I'll come. I'd love to come next Tuesday,” Steve agreed.

“Good. I can't wait for you to see me perform! I hope you have a good time,” Eddie gushed before he pressed his lips against Steve's. He smiled as he kissed the guy back.

“I'm sure I will.”

Steve yawned softly as he shifted a little in bed, snuggling closer to Eddie, if that was even possible. He was partially laying on top of the other once he was done wiggling around.

“We should probably get some rest now. I'm exhausted,” Steve murmured, followed by another yawn.

“Of course you are, big boy. After all that fun anyone would be exhausted. I'm kinda surprised you managed to stay awake for my song,” Eddie teased as he lazily messed with Steve's hair.

“Oh, shut up. It's your fault I'm like this,” he whined in complaint.

“It sure is!” Eddie stated with a triumphant grin.

“That was not supposed to make you smile. Stop smiling,” Steve complained with an annoyed tone as he gently squeezed Eddie’s middle.

“What? I’m not smiling. And, either way, you can’t even see me from where you are,” he said, in a completely incredulous manner, like he couldn’t believe Steve would convict him of such a crime when he had no proof.

“Yes, but I can practically imagine it on your face, you smug bastard. Your voice always has this like...sing-songyness to it whenever you’re feeling all smug or cocky. Your voice sounds like that right now, so I know you’re grinning. You can’t lie to me, Eddie. I know you,” Steve insisted in all honesty. He had no idea he was putting so many cards on the table right now, showing just how much he paid attention to Eddie and his mannerisms; showing just how much he cared to pay attention to those things.

“Fine, you got me,” Eddie muttered in defeat with a playful pout, “I can’t believe you know so much about the way I talk.”

“Yeah, well, it’s called just paying attention. You should try it sometime, and don’t give me that sad, kicked puppy voice. You know I can’t help feeling bad for scolding you when you do that,” Steve replied, his voice becoming muffled as he pressed his face right into the crook of Eddie’s neck. The guy laughed at the feeling of Steve’s breath tickling his skin. He grinned at the sound and immediately started to attack Eddie’s neck with feather-light kisses.

“Ah, Steve! That tickles!” Eddie exclaimed between spurts of laughter.

Steve kept going, encouraged by Eddie’s delighted giggling. He only stopped once he was interrupted by yet another yawn.

“Alright, alright, sweetheart, we should really sleep now. You need some rest and it’s getting late,” Eddie insisted as he grabbed ahold of some of Steve’s hair near the root. He tugged, just a little, to get Steve to stop kissing him. He let out a sleepy groan at the subtle sting.

“Okay, I’ll sleep now. Goodnight, baby,” Steve murmured. He sighed once Eddie released his hair, letting him lay his head back down; the older guy let out a soft snort of amusement as he reached over towards his bedside table. He turned off his lamp, letting the room go pitch black except for the small bit of light coming through Eddie’s curtains.

“Baby? I don’t think you’ve ever called me a pet name before. A nickname sure, but not a pet name. I like it. It’s cute,” Eddie whispered as he closed his eyes, “Promise you’ll call me that in the future, too?” Steve smiled as he gave a lazy nod against Eddie’s neck.

“Promise.”

He was fast asleep seconds later. Eddie stayed awake for a little while longer, as he wasn’t as tired as the younger male. He ran his fingers through Steve’s hair lazily until he fell asleep to the sound of the other’s even breathing.

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