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[heatmetal]

[ his voicemail greeting is just a guitar riff ]

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[camarod]

you can’t rush perfection eddie
:)

i’m gonna work now
try not to pop a boner in public

[retromix]

[ He melts into him a lot faster with his hair being played with, kissing up Eddie's neck. His heel runs up a calf, hooking them for the sake of it. ]

Don't call it that. I'm not, I ... Eds, [ his nose runs along a jaw, ] I love you. I'm lucky to be with you.

[heatmetal]

I'm taking a goddamn nap is what I'm doing.

[camarod]

uh huh
how sweet do you want the dreams
hypothetically

[heatmetal]

Okay.

[ it's still hard to get his head around. he's the antithesis to everything steve is, but...

but he loves him. is grateful to have him. ]

I love you, Steve.

[retromix]

No, like ...

[ He raises his head to flop back on the pillows, cupping Eddie's cheek as he stares up at him. Gazes is a better word. Steve's eyes are dark and dilated, huge with the sentiment banked behind his ribs that he can't vocalise. He does his best. ]

I love you. Like I'd do anything to keep you safe. Like you make me want to hit you and kiss you on a daily basis because you're driving me out of my mind, only when you're gone it's worse because then I really can't think about anything but how much I miss you. I'd burn the entire Upside-Down for you, if it would help even a little. Feels like you're not just in my bones but you made them.

I'm in love with you.

[heatmetal]

Like cotton candy and cinnamon hearts.

[camarod]

that’s not very heavy metal of you

[heatmetal]

I want to sleep not cream my pants.

[heatmetal]

[ he's speechless in the way he is whenever he's truly seen. those doe-brown eyes wide, a flush on his pale cheeks. ]

Steve... [ his brain stalls. can't think of a decent response. only able to lean in and kiss him, fingers curling ins his hair, trying to convey sentiment in a way he'll only be able to put to melody later.]

[camarod]

😈😈😈

[heatmetal]

Okay fuck you, the corn memes are coming back.

[camarod]

don’t you fucking dare munson

[heatmetal]

Forbidding it only makes it more tempting.

[camarod]

you fucking dare and i’ll make you a two pump chump

[heatmetal]

Remember that works both ways, babydoll.

[camarod]

try me, sweetheart.

[heatmetal]

Don't think I won't.

[camarod]

:) sweet dreams killer

[heatmetal]

You're the worst.
Goodnight, B.

OKAY NOW THAT THE BF THING HAS BEEN SORTED

[heatmetal]

[ He grins at the sight of her and she gets a one armed hug in turn, the arm staying around her shoulders as he turns to steer them back into the hotel. ]

So I also picked up some shit to bake cookies, but I've never baked anything that didn't have a little something special in it so this might turn into a disaster.

♥

[cheerleader]

You've never baked anything but edibles?

[She laughs, not really all that surprised. They get to the elevator and since his arms are both a little occupied she presses the buttons and handles getting them to their floor.]

It's your lucky day. You happen to be talking to an award winning baker.

[Okay, she only won a contest in Girl Scouts back when she was ten to try and earn a new badge. But he doesn't have to know that!]

[heatmetal]

Oh ho. Teach me all you know, baking master. I am but your humble disciple.

[ he can't say he'll miss needing to ride an elevator up to their space when billy finds them a proper house. ]

[cheerleader]

[The elevator here always has a moment when it reaches its destination where it rumbles a little, causing the lights to just barely flicker. To anyone else, it would be unnoticeable. To someone like Chrissy, it makes her breath catch and nearly sends her into a panic. At least this time, Eddie's right there, his arm is around her, and nothing bad is going to happen.

She still hurries them out of the elevator and into their space, moving ahead to open the door and hold it open so he can slip inside first.]

I promise to share all of my cookie baking wisdom with you, padawan.

[oh my god, she's using a star wars reference. she's so proud of herself.]

At least until the pizza gets here.

[heatmetal]

[ his grin broadens at the reference. ] Leading me away from the dark side, are we?

[ he saunters through, plunking his heavy load down onto the counter and - miracle of miracles - starts to put things in their proper places. the man can be trained. ]

So... is this a conversation that needs food to fill awkward silences? Or did you just wanna shoot the shit?