@steddielovemonth Day 21: Love is letting him pick the music @sparklyslug
Steve had been dating Eddie for a few months and pretty much their only disagreement was what music to play in the car. They often took turns driving for dates or errands or picking up the kids but would always bemoan the other's radio station. The tapes were no better, only matching the driver's preference.
After another dumb squabble the week before over the music on their drive home from dinner, Steve had had an idea. Now he sat in his bedroom, tape recorder in hand, tapes strewn everywhere and slowly a little list forming on a notebook page.
He was practically jumping with excitement when he finished, picking up the finished mixtape. He quickly got ready for their date and with a smile on his face popped the new tape in the glovebox, heading towards the trailer park.
Eddie was bouncing on the steps when Steve pulled up, seemingly equally excited to see his boyfriend.
"Hey, baby," he said sliding into the car with a kiss on Steve's cheek. Tonight was special, six months since they started dating. Steve knew it was a little silly to have month anniversaries but he was a romantic and Eddie certainly didn't seem to mind.
They got burgers at the favourite diner but Steve was distracted thinking about the gift in his car. Now back in the car he was about to give it to Eddie when Eddie spoke first.
"I, um, I got you something, well, made really," he said sheepishly handing Steve a small parcel wrapped in newspaper.
"Oh, Eds, that's so sweet of you," he replied happily unwrapping the gift. Wait.
"You made me a mixtape?"
Eddie blushed softly, "Yeah, it's ah, it's um for you to have in my van though."
Confused, Steve flipped over the tape to read the tracks, finding a lot of his favourites mixed with a lot of Eddie's.
"Thought you deserved a piece of yourself in my car, besides maybe pop is growing on me."
Steve laughed softly, "Eds, look in my glovebox."
Now it was Eddie's turn to look confused, he opened the panel to see a new tape box sitting next to the others. He gingerly took it and scanned his eyes over the tracks, eyes lighting up.
"Did you make this for me?"
"Think you deserve to have a piece of yourself in my car too, don't mind sharing the airwaves with you."
There weren't as many arguments over music after that, what else would they want to listen to besides a perfect blend of each other.
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