no no. go ahead and brag about those.

Thank you 💚

i also love to think that eddie kept handing him records to "help" but he def kept handing him the same one over and over again bc he thought that was funny

Steve randomly slapping stuff into rotation while Eddie is tongue deep in his ass.

Steve sees Nance the next day, sprawled lazily on Robin's bed with her head in her lap as they both flip through magazines.

"How'd I do?" he asks.

"Great! You're a natural."

"Question though," Robin chimes in.

"Yeah?"

"Why'd you play 'Here I Go Again' like 5 times in a single hour last night?"

Buried impossibly deep in Eddie's mouth, he almost does it again.

By the time they both finish, naked and panting on the floor of the booth, it's a miracle Steve hasn't fucked up the show even one time. He says as much. Eddie laughs.

"I'll try harder next time."

"Leave something here?" Steve asks.

"Mhm." Eddie's eyes flick to Steve's lips, speaking a language Steve knows well. Steve grabs him by the lapels of his jacket, and there they are, kissing hot in the radio booth.

Grinding hard against Eddie, Steve almost lets the station hit dead air.

The interview goes fine. He and Eddie fall into a natural rhythm, bantering back and forth while the bandmates flash sideways looks at them. Steve's stomach flutters like he's on the high dive.

They leave. Steve continues his show. The hours tick by. The station empties.

Someone knocks.

Eddie's not on the periphery anymore, stepping into Steve's booth in tight dark wash jeans & a leather jacket, fingers glittering w half a dozen rings.

Steve's mouth waters. When he says "hello," his voice cracks for the first time in years. He clears his throat. "Hi, welcome to WSQK. Take a seat."

Eddie Munson lives on the periphery of Steve's high school memories. A van parked on the street near Steve's house parties. A picnic table in the woods. An impassioned Cafeteria speech on funding for sports vs funding for the arts.

that sounds magical. 😭

finally. someone to help me pin my clothes when i want to tailor them. (a favor i would return ofc)

when we get married, we can press for each other <3

too much, one could say