#love steve being confused at eddie thinking he wouldn’t wanna listen

[plussizeficchick]

Lovers Rock | Eddie Munson x Chubby! Reader

Summary: Eddie really likes reader, reader really likes Eddie, will they, won’t they? Loosely based on the TV Girl song, brief misunderstandings, brief mentions of masturbation, suggestive undertones. (Had this in the drafts for a while.)

Eddie had never felt more jealous of Steve than he did right now.

He had you, a cute, chunky little bunny practically hanging off of his arm and couldn’t be asked to give you a shred of attention?

Not that you seem particularly bothered, you’re too busy looking around. For what, he doesn’t know, but you somehow make just standing there sexy.

Eddie had been in love with you for as long as he could remember. He’s always had a thing for plump girls and you ticked all his boxes. You liked DnD, you didn’t judge his music taste even if some weren’t your favorite. And you were hot as fuck.

He remembers the first time he jacked off to the thought of you. He couldn’t look you in the eye for a week, and it didn’t help that for the past few months, you seemed to have put more of an effort in your appearance. (i.e. Eddie’s never seen you show so much skin and he’s fighting the urge to paint every inch in his cum.)

Nevertheless, he makes his way over to you both and he feels his heart skip when your eyes light up at the sight of him. “Hey, Munson.” You beam at him, and just like that, you made coming to this shitty party worthwhile. He smirks at you before pulling you into a hug, lips kissing your ear as he whispers, “Good to see you again, princess.” You feel a shiver run down your spine, his words making their way to your core. You’d had a few drinks and shared a joint with Steve on your way here so you were feeling nice and loose.

You shift your grip from Steve’s arm to Eddie’s, effectively trapping him in your ironclad grip. “Wanna get outta here, this shit sucks.” You mutter into his ear. “What about Steve?” You shrug off his concerns, eager to spend time alone with him. “We got a ride here, plus he said he might stay tonight.” Eddie nods in understanding before guiding you both out of the party. You make it to his van and after a few tries, you’re both out of there.

— —

Eddie put on his and your favorite mix, you both screaming lyrics at the top of your lungs. After a while, Eddie stops and just stares at you though, taking you in. It’s rare he gets to see you so carefree and the sight just makes him fall in love with you all the more.

Why did you have to be into Steve?

He’d never burden you with his feelings, but fuck there were some times it became too much to bear. Times he wanted to just say “fuck it” and tell you how he felt, but he knew it wouldn’t be fair to you, and that he’d rather suffer in silence than never have you at all.

You were stuck though.

Steve swore up and down that Eddie was into you and honestly, you thought so too. It was why you had put so much more effort into your appearance. Wearing shorter skirts, lower cut tops. Jeans that hugged the curve of your ass, blouses that showed the cute pudge of your tummy. You thought you were being flirty, always asking to listen to his music, touching his arm at any given chance, you were honestly doing your best here. You figured that this would be your best opportunity to just be upfront with him. So when you pulled into his uncle’s trailer park, you decided to lay it all out.

“Eddie, do you like me?” He looks at you confused as he turns off the engine. “What kind of question is that? Of course I like you. You’re one of my closest friends.” He looks at you with sincerity. You’d think it was sweet if that was what you wanted to hear. “Why are you asking that?” Eddie questions. You shake your head, turning in your seat to face him. “It’s just, I like you a lot Eddie and Steve said you might have a crush on me? I don’t know, maybe he was mistaken-” You’re cut off by Eddie abruptly grabbing your hands, his face almost surprised. “I did- I do! I just, I thought you were into Steve so…” He trails off at the sound of your chuckling. He feels his stomach drop at the sound and is about to pull away when he feels you holding on to him.

“Sorry,” You giggle, wiping a fake tear from your eye at the thought. “It’s just, what ever gave you that idea?” You ask. He looks sheepish as he relays his reasoning, “Well I noticed you kind of started dressing up more recently and you hang around us a lot more often than before. So I just thought…” He trails off again. You feel a snicker but hold back as you hear Eddie sigh in frustration. “Sorry for laughing, it’s just, I thought I was being super obvious with my feelings for you, but now I see it was having the opposite effect.” You sigh. Eddie looks at you, confusion written all over his face. “I was doing all of that for you. I was hoping that it’d push you to ask me out, but instead it just made you think I want… Steve.” You shudder in disgust. It coaxes a laugh out of Eddie and you’re sure you’d do anything to keep that smile on his face.

“So you’re saying, you’re into me?” He asks for clarification. You nod, a sweet smile making its way to your chubby cheeks. “And you’re into me?” You mimic. He nods before cupping your face with both hands. He looks you in the eyes, a silent question and you answer by leaning in, pressing your plump lips against his. It’s a sweet, clumsy first kiss, lips molding into each other. You feel the coldness of his rings against your warm cheeks and it somehow makes the kiss feel even better.

You part after the need for air becomes necessary, resting your foreheads against each other. “Thank God we sorted that out. I thought I’d have to walk around in nothing but a Hellfire club shirt before you’d say anything.” You chuckle at the thought. But Eddie starts to picture it and he’s not laughing.

“Hey, um, d’ya think I could see that right now?”

[littlemissaddict]

Too Clingy - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: After overhearing Steve tell Eddie that he thinks she's too clingy and that Eddie should aske her to tone it down, she worries that she is being too much. Eddie disagrees.

Word Count: 758

Eddie was in the bathroom and had been since she'd climbed under the sheets on his bed. Usually she would lie in the middle of the bed as she waited for Eddie to join her, tonight however, she was laid on the far edge of the bed, facing the wall with her arms wrapped tight around herself in an effort to make herself as small as possible in hopes that she would disappear into the worn mattress.

Unfortunately that didn't happen as she found out when Eddie finally joined her in the bed. His arms automatically reached for her, always wanting to feel her close as they slept although tonight she tensed at his touch which halted his movements as confusion overtook him. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Did I do something to upset you?" He asked, his voice wavering as he tried to wrack his brain for anything that he could have done, only he came up empty.

She sniffed, blinking back tears that were threatening to fall as she kept quiet and unmoving in her spot. She could feel Eddie's hands rubbing up and down her back soothingly as she fought the urge just to turn over and bury herself within his arms where she loved to be. Instead she kept the distance between them, half hoping that Eddie would just break and pull her in but she knew he wouldn't, he would let her make the next move so as not to risk making her uncomfortable even though he could tell she was upset and holding her in his arms was his first instinct in comforting her.

"I'm sorry" her voice was quiet and her words were followed by more sniffles.

"Sorry? What're you sorry for?" Eddie repeats as his hands pause their movements on her back, he’s even more confused now than he was before.

"I don't mean to be so clingy, I just enjoy being with you and I miss you when you're not there" she pouts, finally turning around to face him but still keeping her distance much to Eddie’s dismay. Although at least now he knows what's wrong and he feels a little relief that he's not done anything to cause this.

"You heard Steve earlier" he states, his heart sinking that one little comment is upsetting her so much and worst of all depriving him of her touch. When she nods in response, Eddie sighs, "You know I really wouldn't take any notice of him"

"Why? He's Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High, surely if anyone is an expert on dating it's him" she replies, very aware of Steve's past up until Nancy that is, since they split he's not had much luck in that area.

Eddie rolls his eyes as she speaks, he still doesn't like being reminded that he's friends with the former 'king' anymore than Steve likes being reminded that that's who he was. "Maybe but considering his best dating advice is to act like you're not interested in someone I wouldn’t say he's the best judge in that department" Eddie smirks, retelling what Dustin had told him about the night of the school dance back in 83'. She listens with a bewildered look on her face, although she has moved closer to him which he delights in, "besides you're my girlfriend not his and I don't think you're clingy" he reassures her, a smile taking over his face as she shuffles closer to him and he slides his arm around her until it settles in its usual place.

"So you don't want me to tone it down?" She asks, eyes wide and innocent as she gazes up at him.

"Never" he clarifies, glad to have her back in his arms where she belongs, "but we'll have to be telling Steve to mind his own business next time because I can't go this long without cuddles again" he jokes, though in the way her eyes widen be can tell that she thinks he's being serious.

"No don't, I don't wanna cause any problems between you and your friends, Eds"

"Relax, I'm kidding sweetheart" he soothes  tilting his head down to press a kiss to her forehead despite the awkward angle, "not about the cuddles though, I would never joke about those" he chuckles as he pulls away and he hears her laugh along with him.

"Nope, never" she agrees, her words being cut off slightly by a yawn as she snuggles further into him as she hums into his chest "I love you Eddie"

"I love you too baby"

[wh0lemilk0vich]

okokok this is my first ask to bare with me also im not very present in like kink spaces but HERE WE GO

so im thinking eddie and steve r dating, steve goes out of his way to make like a really fancy setup for their one month anniversary, super unnecessary but he’s such a romantic dork so it’s not really that unexpected. at this point in time i think eddie is only just starting to become pudgy since he’s letting himself be taken care of

steve’s got the candles, wine, and this lasagna that took him hoursssss, going through his mothers pretty much untouched cookbooks to make something special

usually eddie wouldn’t mind too much about leftovers, he’d just have them the next day, but seeing the amount of effort steve has put in he decides that he simply can’t have it tomorrow; the flavour won’t be the same, nor the texture, or atmosphere, or ANYTHIFN !!

so he’s gotta finish it all tonight

so they’re doing their thing, steve pulling out eddie’s chair and pouring him wine and being super romantic and it’s sweet. steve finishes and assumes eddie has too, before eddie stops him

“hey um. i’m still a bit, uh, hungry i guess, would you mind getting me some more?”

and steve is immediately like yes yes yes of course love anything for you!! he’s so attentive and when he sees eddie finishing up his second helping he simply asks, “more?”.

and so eddie works his way through the meal which, to be honest, could have lasted the both of them another couple of meals but whatever.

and now eddie is fully glutted, never been this full before but hey. this is actually great!! being full grounds him , physically and emotionally, plus his boyfriend there being amazing

steve comes over almost sheepishly and sits on eddie’s lap, careful of his belly, and undoes eddie’s jeans button. “it’s um, more comfortable like this, right?”. eddie releases the breath he was holding, usually small soft doughy stomach now stuffed to the brim releasing into his lap and steve’s, and smiles at him gently, “yeah sweetheart, thanks. dinner was amazing, didn’t wanna waste it”. steve’s a little confused bcus like, we could have had it tomorrow? but rolls with it because FUCK his boyfriend is so docile and pliant and cute like this, all sleepy and full

ok fuck that was very long but i’d like to hear your ideas and see where it would go!! maybe fine tune interactions yknow idk !!

🪱ps i’m the sick anon

My sick pal 🪱wormie! Welcome back, hope you're getting better

(also thank you so much again for your ask about linguistics, I wholeheartedly invite those kinds of asks too)

Also can I offer you nervous and or oblivious Steve unconsciously refilling Eddie's plate and Eddie, wanting their anniversary to be perfect, really plays along like a champ.

Eddie's been grinning like the cat that got the canary all week because apparently Harrington has something big planned for Friday.

"It's just- it's our anniversary."

"I know, baby. I haven't been able to get you out of my head. Just keep spinning me right round."

"I wanted to make sure it was special. I know this is stupid but I made a lasagna. From scratch. And well I was gonna do garlic bread, but I didn't want my breath to stink, but then I thought well what if you really wanted it. So I made that too, but there's only the one loaf. And there's red velvet for dessert, you said red velvet was you're favorite right?"

"Hey listen, relax, slugger. You know you're my favorite...even though red velvet comes in a very close second."

"Eddie!" He laughs.

"You should be flattered, I've known him longer than you. We were very intimate in my youth. Took him back to my room on my birthday."

"We're still talking about cake right?"

"What else could be possibly be talking about?"

He settles in at Steve's table and is about to fill his plate when Steve beats him to it and puts a slice approximately a 4th the size of the pan on Eddie's plate.

That first peace starts off easy, he's hungry (like he's always hungry), but Steve keeps giving him more bread and more sides and refills his lasagna when he's managed to finish the first. What's Eddie going to do? Say no? Fuck that. He eats diligently and good-naturedly, making sure he's complimenting everything and cleaning his plate. He'd always been told it was rude not to eat all of what you were given.

This triggers a feedback loop for Steve where he thinks 'glad Eddie's enjoying himself' then 'there's still some left I'll make him another plate' slowly 'fuck! It doesn't look like he's getting full, what if I don't have enough...' to finally "Jeez Edd, I'm sorry, I guess I should have cooked more. I don't want you to go hungry. But you know I'll gladly relinquish any of my claim to the cake. That can be all yours."

Meanwhile, as endless as Eddie's appetite might usually appear, he's just eaten nearly a whole pan of lasagna, a baguette of garlic bread, and probably 4 fist sized meatballs.

"Hey! No, seriously, Babyface, I had plenty...in fact I might need your help, digesting for a bit before I can stomach any of that cake."

They get situated on the couch with Steve in Eddie's lap, undoing his buttons rucking down his underwear and pushing up his shirt, so his belly isn't restricted, planting his warm palms on it and rubbing with easing pressure.

"That's more comfortable isn't it?"

"Much...fuck!" He sighs with a weak chuckle.

"Why didn't you stop me! I didn't mean to stuff you like a county fair pig."

"D'awww Stevie, I couldn't stop you, you were so happy...I don't mind anyway, feels good. Like a little grounding. Been getting pretty huge though."

"Jesus, no kidding, Munson...Been driving me crazy!"

"Yeah? You crushing on my fat ass?" He says with his impish smile

Steve leans in to kiss him

"Mhmmmm, your ass for sure, it's getting legendary, and your chest, and your thighs...fuck you could crush my head like a grape. And this belly. Fuck, I'm down bad Edd."

"Why don't you go get that cake then, big boy!"

[littlemissvincentvega]

ahhhh i actually got my arse into gear and did the other two prompts you requested @coffeeaddicthoneybun!!!!! thank you baby i hope you like them hahahah sorry it’s so lateeeee ♥

69 (ehehehehe):

“Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

You sigh, watching your boyfriend. He’s sheepishly standing in the front doorway. “Come here,” you say softly, and he saunters over to you, avoiding eye contact. Steve (or ‘Mr. Pink’, as you liked to call him) had just returned from a night out with the other guys he worked with, a few bruises present on his jaw. You hold his head in your hands, lightly pressing down on them, and he flinches at your touch. “Sorry, does that hurt, baby? How did you get these?”

“Nothin’.” He pauses as you don’t respond. “Got in a fight.”

“Wh--”

“This fuckin’ asshole at the bar was just-- look, it doesn’t matter, baby, okay?” he sighs, pulling away from you. Still avoiding your eye, he takes a deep breath to collect himself. “He deserved what he got. But the fucker punched me a few times.”

“Did you--”

“Eddie broke us apart.”

You gaze up at him, his eyes finally meeting yours. A boozy smile grows on his lips-- he knows you’re disappointed in him, but he also knows you can’t stay mad. “Give him my thanks,” you say after a moment’s thought. “You’re an idiot. Come on, let’s get you to bed, you alky.”

His smile not faltering for a second, Steve saunters after you to the bedroom as you rummage in the drawers for pyjamas. He flops on the bed, hands clamped over his throbbing eyes. “Fuckin’ jaw kills,” he mumbles.

Stifling a giggle, you pull out an oversized Donald Duck t-shirt for him to wear (it’s comfier for him, especially after a night out drinking). “Who do you have to blame for that, sweetie?” you smile, tossing him the shirt.

“The prick.”

You shake your head and skip over to him, crawling over to him on the bed. The duvet is cold and soft beneath your legs and feet, soothing to your skin. “Baby, you gotta stop getting into fights,” you say, unbuttoning his shirt for him. “I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

“Mhm,” he nods. You know he’s not paying attention, his head’s probably pounding, but he still manages to wiggle out of his shirt. It’s like caring for a child at times-- you don’t complain, though, it’s a change from his usual grumpy self.

Over the next couple of minutes, you help him get out of the rest of his clothes and into the t-shirt. He squints as you drag the duvet over you both. “Thanks,” he mumbles.

“You feeling okay? Need a blowjob?”

He blinks at you, dazed. “Huh?”

“I’m kidding, babe,” you chuckle, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “How’s your head?”

“Spinning.”

“I’m not surprised... get some sleep. I’ll go get you some water in case you get thirsty in the night,” you say, briskly running your fingers through his hair and getting yourself out of bed. He groggily watches you leave the room and you first head to the telephone, dialling Eddie’s number (you have it on a post-it note on the fridge in case of emergencies).

Tangling the wire around your fingers, you lean against the wall and listen up. It doesn’t take long for him to pick up. “Hello?”

“Hey Ed, it’s (Y/N).”

“Oh, hey honey, did Mr. Pussy get home alright?”

You giggle. “Yeah, I just wanted to say thanks for breaking the fight up-- what the fuck happened? He has bruises all over his jaw, the dumbass.”

“Did he not tell you? He slipped over and fell on his ass, the dumb prick. The floor was wet, fuck knows what it was, probably piss,” you hear him chuckle, “but either way some guy at the bar dared to laugh at him. Pink went fuckin’ nuts.”

Shaking your head, you smile. “Sounds like him. He wouldn’t tell me what happened. I’ve put him to bed now, anyway, but yeah, I just wanted to say thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetie. You alright?”

“Uh-huh, did you guys have a good night besides that?”

“Yeah. Gonna be a hell of a hangover for Pink ‘n’ Blonde, though,” he replies. “I didn’t drink so much, ‘cause I had to drive Blonde home.”

“Definitely,” you smile. “I gotta go, anyways, he’s waiting for me in bed and I’m super tired.”

“Okay, get some sleep, honey. G’night.”

You smile to yourself-- it’s obvious why they call him ‘Nice Guy Eddie’. “Night, Ed. Thanks again.” Hanging the receiver back on its mount, you fill up two glasses of water and return to the bedroom, carefully placing them on the bedside tables. “Here you go, sweetie,” you whisper as softly as you can.

“Thank you,” Steve mutters, half-asleep. “Love you.”

Sighing, you join him in bed, lean over and press one last kiss to his cheek. “Love you too.”

91: 

“So why did you bring me here?” Pink asks, unsure of your intentions. He walks beside you, hands stuffed in his pockets to comfort his nervousness.

“I just wanted to say thanks for like, being a good colleague.”

“‘Good colleague’?” he repeats, laughing. “I’ve been nothin’ but an asshole to you.”

“Shut up, it’s your job to be an asshole,” you scoff, slapping his arm playfully. “I just wanted you to know I appreciate it. You looking out for me.”

“What about Brown?”

You smile, thinking back to the excitable dumbass that had chewed your ear off about Wes Craven the first time you met. “He knows I love him to bits,” you shrug. “You don’t. I just wanna make sure you know how much I like you. You’re wonderful, Pink.”

His expression softens at your words and you can almost see the guard he holds around his emotions lower. Still, he frowns to himself in confusion at the thought-- it baffles him that anyone could be so kind to him. He knows he’s an asshole, which is why he doesn’t expect anything nice in return. But you’re different. “You don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not lying, dumbass. You really do mean a lot, I’m just glad we got paired up. Joe’s done me a favour there.”

“Favour?” Pink stops in his tracks and looks at you, his brows knitted together. It’s not that he’s mad at you (come to think of it, he’d never been), it’s that it baffles him that someone like you could be fond at someone like him. “Why the hell would being paired with me be a favour? Besides me bein’ a professional?”

The last part was him half-joking, and you smile. Even when he’s in one of his states he’s still pretty funny to watch. “You’re a softie really, you know it. Why’re you so guarded all the time? Pink, just shut up and accept the fact that I think you’re nice.”

“But I--”

“Shut! Up!”

He can’t help but break into an amused smile at this-- it always impresses him when you’re assertive. In fact, he finds it cute, though he’d never say it to your face. He’s too anxious for that. “I just don’t get it,” he continues, beginning to walk again, “all I do is drink coffee and say bad words. But you? I dunno, you’re just-- more than that.”

You watch him flailing his hands about as he rambles and don’t even try to disguise your amusement. “Christ, Pink, d’you have a hamster up your ass or something?” you giggle, looking up at him and meeting his skittish gaze. “Just-- let’s go out for dinner tonight, I’ll convince you how much I like you.”

He’s stunned, you can tell by the way his face drops. Pink looks utterly horrified. Not because you’ve asked him to dinner (he’s flattered, really), but because that’s basically a date. And he’s not ready to fuck up his chance with you quite yet. Taking a deep breath, he answers you. “...sure. That-- it sounds really nice. Honest.”

You smile in response, but he carries on. “But where are we gonna go? You can’t just fling this on me without details-- is it seafood? Fast food chain? Fancy restaurant? Wait, am I paying? Should pick you up? Wait, what time were you thinking? I gotta be home at 9 so I can yell at my neighbour’s--”

“Pink!”

“What?”

Unable to stop chuckling, you reach up and squeeze his cheek playfully, a massive grin on your face. “Shut up.”

[pretty-bois]

roger taylor is god

So @denimwrappeddisasters and I are currently obsessed with Ben Hardy’s Roger Taylor and we may have text-written a crossover fic with Queen and the Harringrove boys. It also might’ve turned out long and smutty so I’ll post it in two parts. (This whole thing is copy pasted so the formatting is super weird, sorry about that)

I feel like Freddie would pick up Billy at some bar or one of their concerts or something because I mean he’s hot and he’s actually really cool, they’d hang out for a bit, Freddie would then bring Billy around while they’re recording and the rest of the band would be all “oh is this another one of your boyfriends??” And then they’d be confused bc Billy and Freddie aren’t really flirting at all but Billy KEEPS staring at Roger 

They’d quickly figure out what’s going on with all of Billy’s not so subtle flirting Roger would probably be all uncomfortable at first but then would just start playing along after a bit

Roger and Billy’s first exchange after Billy’s been staring for longer than he should’ve been:

R: “You got a problem man?” B: “Yeah, you’re not on top of me right now” *winks and walks away*

*Roger sputters*

*as Billy’s walking away* (showing his ass more than necessary) “I’m in love with my car is my favorite by the way!!” *Roger to Freddie* “You know what, he’s welcome back ANYTIME” *Billy turns the corner and starts squealing and jumping around because THAT DID NOT JUST HAPPEN* Then they become friends and billy CONSTANTLY invites roger to have threesomes with him and Steve Holy shit can you imagine if he were to say yes like the 100th time Billy asks R: “Fine! But I am not taking anything up my ass” B: “Oh don’t you worry baby, that’s my job” R: “And I’m ONLY doing it just this once so you stop asking” B: “Alright, but trust me, you’re gonna wanna do it again” Billy would make it home and just start SCREAMING Steve: “What, did Roger do something hot again?” B: “HE HE-AND THEN HE- AHHH STEVE STEVIE HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT BABY WE’RE GONNA- I’M GONNA- FUUUUCCKKK” S: “Ok Billy! BILLY!! You need to calm down before you hyperventilate!! Deep breaths come on, with me” *after he’s calmed down a bit* S: “Ok baby you wanna try again?” B: “Rog-Roger said-he said he-he agreed to the threesome!! HES GONNA FUCK ME STEVIE” *rambles on about Roger’s dick* “oh god it’s probably soooo big baby! Not as big as you, but still big!” And Steve is just sat there staring at him, slightly in awe because he’s going to have a threesome with a rockstar, but also kinda jealous because his boyfriend is waayy too excited for his comfort. S: “Whoa whoa—when is this happening Billy?” B: “TOMORROW NIGHT!” S: “WAIT WHAT?” B: “YEAH! That means we can’t fuck tonight though, I wanna be so ready for him.” S: “But you promised me—“ B: “Don’t worry baby, there’s plenty of other ways for me to get you off” *wink* *immediate blush from steve* Billy jumps up, “oh god, we need to clean the apartment. I have to go buy lube and condoms. You think he’s ever fucked a guy before? I‘m gonna turn him gay baby, just you wait.” *grabs his keys and runs out the door* Roger would walk in the door and be SO visibly uncomfortable and nervous. Steve, seeing this, hands him a beer and asks “so. . . You ever done this before? You know, with a guy and all?” “Oh uh no I haven’t but Freddie wouldn’t shut up last night giving me tips” “Well Billy’s really excited. honestly, I would be jealous but this has been a dream of his LONG before he met me” *roger blushes* “oh wow, didn’t know that. He was so cool about it, you know, besides the whole incessantly asking thing.” * stevie laugh * “He’s a good actor.” *sounds from the other room, Steve leans over* “He’ll be out in a sec, but just keep this in mind— Billy’s hottest when he’s breaking in front of you. So ruin him.” “What does that even mean?” “You’ll know. Trust me.” Billy walks out “What have my boys been talking about?” And Steve’s like “Nothing baby, c’mere” *making out in front of roger* *Rogers eyes go wide and his mouth drops open* “O-ok I might be able to get behind this after all” *steve and Billy both reach out and grab his arms pulling him towards them* “Alright Roger lets see if you’re as good as they say you are” *Roger chugs down the rest of his beer* “Ah Fuck it” *billy internally screaming like we are at this almost smut* “I get the first taste” *furiously kisses roger who is quite literally swept off his feet by them and pulled into their bedroom* *roger is making Eddie kissing Venom sounds*        •       s e x      •    (calm down the good shit is at the end) *Afterwards* *all parties very out of breath* R: “. . . F U C K” B: “Shit man are you freaking out???” S: “Oh my god Roger are you like ok???” R: “Yeah yeah I’m fine it’s just I owe Freddie $100 now” S: “What did you guys bet that you wouldn’t go through with it or something?” R: “No we bet on whether I’d enjoy it or not” B: “Shit Did we turn THE Roger Taylor gay???!!!!??” R: “Just a LITTLE ok!!” B: “haHA!!!” B: “STEVIE BABY I FUCKING TOLD YOU!” R: “Told him what?” B: “That this ass would be able to make you gay” R: “Yeah. You fuckin told him. That’s a good fuckin ass. Might need to have it again sometime.” B: “Did. . . Did you SERIOUSLY just say you want my ass AGAIN?” R: “Yeah, why?” *billy faints* R: “Oh god is he okay?” S: “Yeah just give him a sec he’ll be fine. He does this kind of a lot. NEVER say the number ‘10’ around him.” R: “What’s wrong with the number 10?” *Billy waking up* B: “Hopper what???” S: “He’s not here Billy don’t get your hopes up” B: “Mmm THAT’S a shame”

R: “Damn You two are almost as bad as Freddie” B: *cackling* “you WISH” *Billy shoots up in bed* “WAIT GUYS. BEST IDEA. FOURSOME- US AND HOPPER” R: “Who is—“ S: “NO BILLY. NEVER GONNA HAPPEN. I DO NOT C A R E HOW BIG HIS FUCKIN DICK IS.” (I’m sorry but we have an ironic love for Hoppingrove)

R: “Wait are you implying that you know someone with a 10 inch dick???” B: “YES” S: “BILLY. NO.” Roger and Billy walk into the recording studio the next day and everyone is SILENT Roger doesn’t say anything but he walks over to Freddie and hands him the $100 The whole band just starts yelling “AYYYYYYY YOU GET ��IM TAYLOR” (Fondly) “Aww fuck off you guys” Freddie INSISTS on so many in depth details And billy is MORE than happy to oblige B: “Boys, you wouldn’t BELIEVE the things roger can do with that mouth of his” *roger turns bright red* *brian turns around and starts leaving* Brian: “Oh god, ok I’m done listening” B: “But don’t you wanna hear about how good I am at riding dick? Roger’ll tell you all about it. He was SUPER vocal last night.” Freddie’s leaning on his hand like “tell me MORE!” *Roger somehow gets MORE red* B: “And oh my god he actually agreed to blow Steve, hottest thing I’ve seen In a LONG time” Freddie: “Oooooooooooooh Did my advice help?!? I made sure to walk him through how it works!!” B: “Is THAT why he was so good???” *Roger starts loudly playing the drums and singing I’m in love with my car* *talking over the drums* F: “DID HE DO THAT THING WITH HIS TONGUE?” B: “HOLY SHIT YES THAT DROVE STEVE CRAZY!” F: “OH! ROGER YOU ACTUALLY LISTENED TO ME FOR ONCE!” *roger screaming* “RATHER BUY ME A NEW CARBURETOR” B: “AND DAMN DOES HE KNOW HOW TO FUCK! THOSE GIRLS WERE N O T LYING” *Roger screaming louder* “CARS DON’T TALK BACK THEY’RE JUST FOUR WHEELED FRIENDS NOW” *Billy somehow louder* “HE EVEN SAID HE’D DO IT AGAIN!!” *freddie to Roger* “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU DARLING!!!”

*roger just screaming unintelligibly* F: “ROGER! QUIET!” He stops, and is panting Billy elbows Freddie like B: “He was panting just like that last night” R: “BYE” *hits them both with his drumsticks as he’s leaving* *simultaneously through their laughter* "Ooh so you’re into THAT aren’t you??” R: “Fuck you both” B: “Please???” *flips them off while laughing* *pops his head back through the door* R: “Actually, I’d rather have Steve fuck ME. That’d be interesting.” *slams it* *billy and Freddie slowly turn to look at each other and start screaming* “THAT’S SO FUCKING HOT” *cough* he totally gets fucked over his drum set at some point *cough* And he LOVES it S T O P FUCK HE LOVES IT SO MUCH. HE AND STEVE FUCK BILLY OVER THE DRUM SET SO BILLY CAN ENJOY IT TOO AND HE PLAYS THEM WHILE THEY’RE DOING IT

HE MAKES BILLY GUESS THE SONG AND AS SOON AS HE CAN’T ANYMORE THEY KNOW HE’S GONE HE PLAYS I’M IN LOVE WITH MY CAR AND WHEN HE CAN’T EVEN GET THAT ONE THEY KNOW HE’S  R E A L L Y  GONE

BILLY’S SOBBING ALL OVER THE DRUMS AND THERE’S CUM AND SPIT AND LUBE ON EVERYTHING AND ROGER KEEPS ON PLAYING AND FUCKING AND THE DRUMS MAKE THE GROSSEST SOUNDS BECAUSE THEY’RE COVERED BUT ITS THE BEST F U C K AND STEVE CANT HANDLE IT AND BILLY’S MUSH AND ROGER IS COMPLETELY IN CHARGE AND HE KNOWS IT

Fuck wait Roger wincing/whimpering when he sits down to play the next day YES WHIMPERING IS BETTER He forgets to clean off the drums and Brian asks him about it BR: “Roger, what’s up with the drums? Why are they so. . . Sticky?” R: “NO CLUE” Freddie pops in late “He fucked on those drums” R: “FREDDIE!” “What? It’s true!” BR: “WHAT THE HELL ROGER?! WHY!????!!!” R: *mumbled* “it was hot ok??” BR: *exasperated* “can’t you at least clean them after?!” R: “I mean I would’ve if my legs still worked” BR: “FUCK MAN is that why you were being all weird when you sat down??” R: “. . .” Brian walks away muttering “Not like I fuck on my damn guitar. Can’t believe I touched that shit.”

part two