Everything in the box is killing me. The tape on HT face and over what he wrote on the photo. The earrings. But omfg jacket, not the jacket Mo was wearing when they kissed the first time, somebody sedate me!
Eddie wasn't expecting hostility when he answered Jeff's phone call, his best friend's usual calm demeanor replaced with open annoyance. And yeah, okay, the annoyance itself wasnāt new, but Eddie doesnāt think heās actually done anything recently to earn it.
"Well-"
"Actually, no. I'll tell you what you did. You retweeted photos of Steve Harrington - internationally beloved heartthrob actor Steve Harrington - along with the caption 'not to sound like a subby slut but GOD I would be his puppy baby boy in a heartbeat'. So I guess the better question is, what the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?"
Eddie's jaw clicks shut because- yeah, he had done that. Had seen those photos of Steve smoking circling the internet and spent god knows how long just staring at them, had curbed the desire to shove his hand down his pants by posting a single thirst tweet about it.
āI was thinking, Jeff, that I'm allowed to post whatever I want to my private fucking twitter, man. I mean it's a free country, isn't a guy allowed to make a horny tweet about a sexy man every now and then?ā
āYou are, when you actually post it to your private account and not our award winning band's main account.ā
No. Oh no. There's no way Eddie actually-
He rips his phone away from his face to open twitter, and realizes two things simultaneously. One, Jeff is right, he had posted it to the band's account. Not on his private, locked, personal account, but on the account that's actually open and free for literally anyone on earth to look at.
The second thing he realizes is that their notifications are currently flooded with responses to Eddie's tweet, somehow racking up into the thousands in the few hours it's been since.Ā
Jesus Christ.
āEddie?ā
The metalhead jerks back into the moment and put Jeff on speaker so he can scroll through the horde of replies, says āFuck, I fucked up. Are we gonna have to do damage control on this?ā
In the mess is a reply from Gareth's own personal account: @ corrodededdie stop tweeting from the band account challenge ššš
āMaybe. There hasn't been any type of response from Harrington or his people, but they might ask us to take it down if it blows up too much.ā
Eddie hums, thinking they might be too little, too late about it blowing up too much, and flips over to his main account so he can reply to Gareth's little jab appropriately. He isn't surprised to see that he has a couple of new messages, probably from other people wondering just what the fuck Eddie was thinking, but when he goes to check them-
He's never been happier that he turned on messages from followers only, because then he would have missed this, missed Steve Harrington's little profile picture beaming up at him from the screen of his phone, along with a new message request.
āJeff, I gotta go,ā he says, not even realizing he's cut the other man off.
āEddie, what-
āHarrington messaged me. I'll call you back.ā
Eddie doesn't wait for a response as he hangs up on Jeff, and his hands definitely aren't shaking as he opens the message from Steve. And listen- Eddie is a fan of the guy, that much should be obvious.Ā
Steve had grown in popularity around the same time Corroded Coffin had; heād gotten some part in a drama film that had skyrocketed him into stardom, and Eddie fell in love the moment he saw that gorgeous face on the silver screen for the first time. He's never had a chance to interact with the guy, has been in the same place a few times but always missed him, like ships passing in the night, but Eddie's been fine with pining from afar, just like every other person on the planet that's even remotely attracted to men.
Besides, even with how popular Corroded Coffin has gotten over the years - a couple of Grammyās here, a dozen chart topping metal songs there - Eddie doesnāt expect Steve to just. Know who Eddie is.
With all of this in mind, Eddie is expecting some kind of semi-casual request to take the tweet down, that it's not a good look for his image-
Anything other than what Steve actually sent.
'If you're puppy baby boy, does that make me Master? Or Daddy?'
And Eddie-Ā
Eddie slides down, sinks into his couch cushion as all of the blood in his body suddenly shifts, rushing to fill his dick like it's a fucking race. The phone almost slips out of his hand and he fumbles it briefly before taking a deep breath.Ā
Is Steve serious? He wouldn't send that if he wasn't serious, right?
This could be it, could be Eddie's one chance to impress Steve, to get his foot in the door of Steve's interest. He bites his lip and types out a reply, something quick that he sends before he can change his mind.
āIām open to either, actually. Do you have a preference, sir?ā
He doesnāt expect the typing indicator to come up immediately, and just knowing that Steve is somewhere right now, typing out a response to Eddie, is enough to have him nearly vibrating in his seat.
āIām partial to Daddy, myself.ā
Fuck fuck fuck.
Eddie takes a breath, tries to think of a response that isnāt just āPlease, Daddy, can I sit on your massive dick that I havenāt been able to stop thinking about since that one indie film you did that just had all of your junk out in the open?ā
Steve saves him by sending another message.
āBut maybe we could start with Steve, and possibly dinner? Though Iād be happy to see where things go after that.ā
He- What-
Eddie must have stopped breathing, because the next time he takes a breath his lungs burn, his mid races because thereās no way Eddieās long term celebrity crush just asked him on a date. He sits there long enough that the screen goes dark and he scrambles to turn it back on, sees the message still there, real and unchanged.
Thereās no way he can say no to this, to Steve, and his hands shake as he types out a response.
āDinner would be great. Just name the time and place, Daddy.ā
Eddie 'flattery works on me' Munson goes bright red and loses his ability to say anything other than 'thank you' in the softest voice he's ever spoken in when Steve praises him in any way. Sometimes, he doesn't even know what to say because his brain goes offline; it blue screens and leaves him with nothing but flushed cheeks and a shy smile.
Eddie is an emotional person, he's theatrical with how he feels and isnt afraid to voice it.
Except with crying, he hates crying in front of people. Maybe it's a bit of toxic masculinity creeping in or maybe it's the hits he would take from his father whenever he would get upset as a kid. It's a mystery that.
But he doesn't openly cry. That's probably why it took him and Steve so much by surprise when he started sobbing when they had sex the first time.
Full on gasping for breath, face soaked in tears as he trembled against the sheets. Steve shushing him, holding his face and trying to wipe his tears, "What's wrong? Are you okay? Do we need to stop? We should stop."
And that made Eddie nearly wail as he tightened his legs around Steve and shook his head, "Not a bad cry. I'm fine Stevie, it's just-"
Steve shifted closer and Eddie's back arched with a whine, "Too much? Am I hurting you?"
Which was a fair question, given Eddie has been the only virgin in the bed until five minutes ago. But now he wasn't. He full to overflowing with cock, because of course Harrington was packing serious heat. And though it did kinda hurt that's not why he was crying.
He sniffled, big eyes blinking and pale cheeks blazing red, "It's so good, so fucking good, please."
He didnt know what he was asking for but lips found his as hips rolled again. His next sob swallowed by Steve, who wouldn't judge him for his tears. Who wouldn't find him weak for them. Who the next time they had sex, didn't stop until he had Eddie crying on his cock again.
Steve: It's absolutely not okay to like both. I love girls okay? girls are great, they are so pretty, they smell amazing, they're loving and caring- I could go on and on about them. Girls are perfect-
Robin: *in the background* tell 'em bestie!!!
Steve: But then there are some exceptions, like Harry Styles or my gremlin of a boyfriend, that make me like boys as well. Some boys. A very few boys. But I don't want to like them at all!!! I've been tricked!!!
Steve: *pulls Eddie's face into the shot* see?? it's the Bambi eyes!! He deceived me and when I realized it was too late!!
I like to think the turning point in Steve Gay Crisis was when he saw how good Eddie was with Dustin and was like āHeās so hot. I want to fuck him and watch him take care of more kids with me. I wonder if he likes road-trips.ā
Steve paid attention, a lot more than people give him credit for. He noticed things and made hypothesis and he liked to test them when possible. He didn't know much about the scientific method but he knew he wasn't great with impulse control once a thought popped into his head.
And lately all he could think about what Eddie, specifically Eddie's waist.
That's what led him to where he was now. Walking up to the slightly taller guy, with his big personality and big wild hair and big opinions that could out of big pretty lips and so much about Eddie was just, big.
Except Steve's hands were bigger, he'd noticed on the many occasions they had brushed knuckles passing a smoke back and forth. And Steve's bigger hands now settled on that damn near sinfully small waist.
His fingers almost touched in the back in line with his spine and thumbs inches apart under his navel. Just has he thought and couldn't help saying out loud as he squeezed his hands a bit, "So tiny."
He had thought he could almost get his hands around the metalheads waist and he had been right. Satisfied with this knowledge he let Eddie go and went on about his business, theory now researched.
Meanwhile Eddie had completely shut down, blue screen and screeching dial tone, eyes huge as has own hands came to his hips that still felt warm from Steve's touch.
Robin, who was used to Steve's random experiments a grinning fool, wondering when her dinguses would finally figure their shit out and date already.
Eddie likes that he is just a wee bit taller than Steve. It's honestly barely noticeable and most days given Eddie's poor posture there doesn't even appear to be a height difference.
But he knows when to use it where it counts. Like walking up and lacing his arms around Steve's neck, who is usually busy in some way or form. Doing laundry or leaned against the counter chatting with Robin. Nothing tedious, just preoccupied.
Steve barely acknowledges him save to slip an arm around his waist because he knows what's coming. Eddie using his boyfriend's ridiculous jock strength in combination with his taller stature to make this work.
Arms firmly in place and lower back cradled he lifts his legs up around Steve's waist. Only holding his weight on his arms for a moment before Steve shifts and takes it for him. He squeezes in tight and snuggle his head into Steve's shoulder with a sigh. Ready to be held for as long as Steve will do so.
Which is shockingly a good while. But he also doesn't know Steve has been working his upper body strength a bit more just to do this for his lanky koala boyfriend.
Steve not being much for nicknames. At most he'll pull out a 'buddy' or 'man'. It's just not his thing. But nicknames are Eddie's bread and butter. He hasn't stopped using them since that first faithful 'big boy'.
'Babe', he says it so much Steve forgets it's not his real name.
'Sweetheart', with a smirk because he knows it makes Steve all flustered.
'Hey, sexy,' while batting those big doe eyes of his and he definitely knows that one makes Steve even more red in the face.
Steve loves the names and Eddie doesn't mind that he never uses any in return. Maybe that's why the first time he does, Eddie is literally too stunned to speak.
They are lying in bed, it not anything special. Steve has to get up for his afternoon shift soon.
Eddie just wanted some cuddles first. They aren't really talking, just kinda tangled above the sheets. Steve is already dressed for work and Eddie had been kicking around in sweats all day.
Eddie not bothered at all that Steve was just staring at him, had been for a bit.
Eyes looking over every inch of his face. Fingers coming up to trace feather light down his nose, over the bow of his lips, back up his jaw, following the arch of his brow before slipping into the fringe of his bangs. His hair wild from lack of brushing that day.
But Steve ran his fingers back into the thicket of curls, using his hold in it to bring Eddie head up. Bring his face to his, lips meeting in soft pecks. Over his full bottom lip, to the corner that was lifted to a dimpled smile then to said dimple.
Warm and chaste and loving.
Then leaning back, hand freeing itself from his nest of curls to cup his jaw as he sighed, "I gotta go now, be back soon, gorgeous."
Another kiss dropping to the tip of his nose before Steve untangled himself and got up from the bed.
Pulled on his shoes and with a tiny wave was out the room and then out the trailer all while not seeming to even notice Eddie had short-circuited.
Eddie blinked. 'Gorgeous'.
Eddie's hands came to his face as his stupor wore off but they couldn't hold in the giddy little laugh that bubbled out of him, his feet damn near kicking as he relished in Steve's first pet name for him.
I havent seen anyone mention it yet but I'm just losing my mind over this section of the Christmas update
The kisses, the touching, the casual sitting on He Tian and either pushing him down or letting He pull him down with him. The rummaging for the gift, which Momo thinks is just regular old condoms. And Mo doesnt freak out once. He let's He Tian touch and kiss and hold him and was willing to do more!! Yes hes drunk but this either implies he was in some way ready for that physical step in their relationship or they have already done it at some point before š
Bakugou stares. And glares. And meets people's eyes with a scowl. He isn't afraid to look even death itself in the face.
But sometimes, he glances. Quick flits out the corner of his eye. Almost afraid to make direct gaze. He can't help it though. Some days he doesn't have a problem locking eyes with Kirishima or giving him unimpressed looks at his corny jokes.
But other days, like when Kirishima oversleeps and can't fix his hair. Locks not spiked but falling around his face in soft waves. Or when Kirishima gets tickeld and can't stop giggling until his face is pink. Or when Kirishima is laying back on his bed, all comfy clothes and big laughs. Bakugou can't look at him directly.
He's too damn pretty in those moments and Bakugou could stare down AFO himself with more ease than looking at his gorgeous best friend too long. And besides, it's bad to look directly at the sun too much or too long and Kirishima's beauty outshines those rays any day.
iām just saying aragorn son of arathorn oh im sorry STRIDER (one of them rangers what his right name is i never heard etc etc) didnāt need to be that sexy at the prancing pony. like ostensibly heās trying to lay low but even dipshit little [relatively] eighteen y/o frodo is like hey whatās the deal with that extremely ostentatiously sexy man in the corner
āyou draw far too much attention to yourself āmister underhillāā if i were frodo i wouldve snapped. jesus christ. i canāt help that iām two feet shorter than everyone else in this definitely definitely 100% a gay bar but at least i didnāt lurk in a sexy corner making eyes at everybody from under my cloak at least im TRYING to pretend iām not a protagonist you fine ass idiot. i KNOW iām being pursued by the black riders which is why i didnāt SERVE CUNT from the SHADOWS. the fellowship of the nerve of this bitch
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