[ it's still weird to Eddie sometimes, that the strangest events could bring someone like Steve towards him. he remembers his first attempt at senior year, how Steve still walked the halls like he owned the place. and all the rumors about him being such a hit at parties, and yet now here Steve is, letting Eddie play with his air in the back of his BMW.
with the promise of more on the way, once Steve has sobered up, and once Eddie has reminded him of all of this. as if Eddie could ever forget, as if he would want to forget, or want Steve to forget. ]
When we're kissing. I like the sound of that. [ it sounds like a promise. one that Eddie will be more than happy to collect on. and if he's given a little bit of guidance on how to drive Steve nuts in the process? well, he's always been a rebel, so playing by the rules is just too boring.
he fully expects Steve to protest, or to plead with him not to sing. what he absolutely doesn't expect is for Steve to ask whether his lullaby of choice would be metal. that earns a loud, booming laugh, followed by a sharp intake of breath when he realizes where Steve's face is, and the delicate touch of Steve's finger against the skin peeking through his ripped jeans. ]
Actually I thought I'd try one that my mom used to sing. If that's okay?
Me too, ( Steve murmurs, only between his mouth being pressed to Eddie's thigh and his high dwindling into a sudden onset of exhaustion, it's more like mmmmmphtooomph. hopefully that still made sense to Eddie. chances are good it didn't, and Eddie will just assume Steve regresses to some kind of caveman form when he's coming off of something. honestly, that's not entirely untrue, anyway. giddy flying, mumbly and tired falling. the point is, he likes the sound of it, too. he's frankly a little frustrated that they can't be doing it right now. is Eddie sure he doesn't wanna make out a little bit right now? despite the fact Steve is suddenly tired, he's pretty sure he could stay up a little longer for the right circumstances. who had the bright idea of waiting, anyway?
it is for the best Eddie is messing with his hair, huffing a laugh at his nonsense. otherwise he probably would have changed his mind and suggested they make out, just a little, since it sounds good to both of them. tweaked Steve is entirely too easy to fold, sober Steve will be glad they waited. he wants Eddie to like kissing him, after all, and he's on a weird enough high he isn't sure how skilled his kisses would be.
something his mom used to sing. Steve sighs, awkwardly hugging Eddie's legs like he's a human teddybear. in a random, fleeting, flit of a thought, Steve misses his mom. she's fine, just... never around. chasing his father around the country on business, showing up randomly on long weekends. and even when she's there, she's not really there. she's never seemed to know what to do when he's upset. Steve sort of learned she was happiest when she didn't have to try to comfort him, and has made an effort not to ruin the rare times she's around with stressing her out ever since. he learned that when he was just in grade school, honestly. it seems messed up to miss your mom, when there isn't really a reason you should have to. but the thought flits away as fast as any other thought he's having, right about now. he's used to missing his mom. ) Okay, ( Steve agrees, and nope he has not stopped idly messing with the patch of exposed skin under Eddie's ripped jeans. )
[ there is something altogether endearing about the state Steve is in. it's so much different than what Eddie is used to, and while he knows this will wear off, a part of him wants to ease Steve into being comfortable with reaching a state like this more often.
then again, after what Steve has been through, maybe he shouldn't play with fire. he can only hope that once Steve sobers up he doesn't grow to regret what happened, and end up resenting Eddie for inadvertently supplying him with the substance that brought him to this state of mind. and yet, a tiny piece of him is weirdly grateful for this occurrence. he would have easily gone on assuming that whatever his relationship to Steve had been up until this point, it would have no hope of changing into something more.
which, that's going to be a whole can of worms to unpack when Steve sobers up. but first things first.
with fingers continuing to card through Steve's hair, and Eddie wearing a fond expression as he watches the way Steve clings to him -- at least to his legs -- he starts to sing. his voice is usually more used to a more guttural sound, but there is an ounce of sweetness to it. and as he sings, Eddie tries not to think too much about his mom, and how he misses her. how he wishes his dad hadn't been such an unforgiveable asshole that he drove her off and left Eddie scrambling to stay afloat, until one day he was left on his uncle's doorstep with Robert Munson deciding he wanted nothing more to do with his son. instead he thinks of new beginnings, and looks to the future.
a future which, up until recently, he never really believed would be looking up for him.
when he finishes the lullaby, he looks down at the reclined form of Steve, unable to bite back the wide grin at how peaceful he looks. maybe he'll be sober when he wakes. maybe they can unpack all that just happened, and all the thoughts swarming through Eddie's head. but for now, he's content to just sit back and wait. ] Sweet dreams, Harrington.
( it can be difficult. getting back into the swing of something close to normal. being a little less guarded, a little less aware of every shadow and dark corner. to be fair, right before his shift as a result of poking around in unlabeled narcotics was probably not the way to do it. still, even the team mom has to have down time eventually. usually, that down time is with Robin. someone else he can reach out to, trust with his guard lowered a little — it's nice. and new. a bit terrifying. usually, anyway. less so, with his mind delightfully muddled at the moment.
Eddie tries not to think, and Steve couldn't really think right now if he tried. his thoughts all seem to swim through his brain just a little too fast for him to make sense of them. he doesn't think so much as feels, which turns out just about as well. he feels warm, strangely lucid and muddled all at once. he feels comfortable, he feels safe, and he feels glad that Eddie is here. he could be alone, Steve is more or less used to handling the aftermath of all sorts of things alone.
but he's not alone. Eddie is here — and while his voice seems strangely far away, it's reassuring. comforting. Steve is pretty sure he's never heard the guy sing, until now. he wonders when he'll get a chance, after this. this can't be the first and last time, is about the last thought he has. before he's out like a light faster than he at all intended to be.
Robin is definitely gonna kill him for this. hopefully the I told Eddie Munson I wanted to kiss him in a drugged stupor panic attack he has in her direction will soften the blow. it'll be a lot to blearily unpack when he wakes up, that's for sure, but that is a problem for future Steve. present and slightly tweaked out Steve has no problem falling asleep to the sound of Eddie's voice and the pleasant warmth of his body and his company. )
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Date: 2022-09-20 12:25 am (UTC)with the promise of more on the way, once Steve has sobered up, and once Eddie has reminded him of all of this. as if Eddie could ever forget, as if he would want to forget, or want Steve to forget. ]
When we're kissing. I like the sound of that. [ it sounds like a promise. one that Eddie will be more than happy to collect on. and if he's given a little bit of guidance on how to drive Steve nuts in the process? well, he's always been a rebel, so playing by the rules is just too boring.
he fully expects Steve to protest, or to plead with him not to sing. what he absolutely doesn't expect is for Steve to ask whether his lullaby of choice would be metal. that earns a loud, booming laugh, followed by a sharp intake of breath when he realizes where Steve's face is, and the delicate touch of Steve's finger against the skin peeking through his ripped jeans. ]
Actually I thought I'd try one that my mom used to sing. If that's okay?
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Date: 2022-10-09 07:44 pm (UTC)it is for the best Eddie is messing with his hair, huffing a laugh at his nonsense. otherwise he probably would have changed his mind and suggested they make out, just a little, since it sounds good to both of them. tweaked Steve is entirely too easy to fold, sober Steve will be glad they waited. he wants Eddie to like kissing him, after all, and he's on a weird enough high he isn't sure how skilled his kisses would be.
something his mom used to sing. Steve sighs, awkwardly hugging Eddie's legs like he's a human teddybear. in a random, fleeting, flit of a thought, Steve misses his mom. she's fine, just... never around. chasing his father around the country on business, showing up randomly on long weekends. and even when she's there, she's not really there. she's never seemed to know what to do when he's upset. Steve sort of learned she was happiest when she didn't have to try to comfort him, and has made an effort not to ruin the rare times she's around with stressing her out ever since. he learned that when he was just in grade school, honestly. it seems messed up to miss your mom, when there isn't really a reason you should have to. but the thought flits away as fast as any other thought he's having, right about now. he's used to missing his mom. ) Okay, ( Steve agrees, and nope he has not stopped idly messing with the patch of exposed skin under Eddie's ripped jeans. )
i'm sorry this took so long the month had been...something
Date: 2022-11-01 02:15 pm (UTC)then again, after what Steve has been through, maybe he shouldn't play with fire. he can only hope that once Steve sobers up he doesn't grow to regret what happened, and end up resenting Eddie for inadvertently supplying him with the substance that brought him to this state of mind. and yet, a tiny piece of him is weirdly grateful for this occurrence. he would have easily gone on assuming that whatever his relationship to Steve had been up until this point, it would have no hope of changing into something more.
which, that's going to be a whole can of worms to unpack when Steve sobers up. but first things first.
with fingers continuing to card through Steve's hair, and Eddie wearing a fond expression as he watches the way Steve clings to him -- at least to his legs -- he starts to sing. his voice is usually more used to a more guttural sound, but there is an ounce of sweetness to it. and as he sings, Eddie tries not to think too much about his mom, and how he misses her. how he wishes his dad hadn't been such an unforgiveable asshole that he drove her off and left Eddie scrambling to stay afloat, until one day he was left on his uncle's doorstep with Robert Munson deciding he wanted nothing more to do with his son. instead he thinks of new beginnings, and looks to the future.
a future which, up until recently, he never really believed would be looking up for him.
when he finishes the lullaby, he looks down at the reclined form of Steve, unable to bite back the wide grin at how peaceful he looks. maybe he'll be sober when he wakes. maybe they can unpack all that just happened, and all the thoughts swarming through Eddie's head. but for now, he's content to just sit back and wait. ] Sweet dreams, Harrington.
🎀 here!! what dum boys... sob
Date: 2022-11-25 04:51 am (UTC)Eddie tries not to think, and Steve couldn't really think right now if he tried. his thoughts all seem to swim through his brain just a little too fast for him to make sense of them. he doesn't think so much as feels, which turns out just about as well. he feels warm, strangely lucid and muddled all at once. he feels comfortable, he feels safe, and he feels glad that Eddie is here. he could be alone, Steve is more or less used to handling the aftermath of all sorts of things alone.
but he's not alone. Eddie is here — and while his voice seems strangely far away, it's reassuring. comforting. Steve is pretty sure he's never heard the guy sing, until now. he wonders when he'll get a chance, after this. this can't be the first and last time, is about the last thought he has. before he's out like a light faster than he at all intended to be.
Robin is definitely gonna kill him for this. hopefully the I told Eddie Munson I wanted to kiss him in a drugged stupor panic attack he has in her direction will soften the blow. it'll be a lot to blearily unpack when he wakes up, that's for sure, but that is a problem for future Steve. present and slightly tweaked out Steve has no problem falling asleep to the sound of Eddie's voice and the pleasant warmth of his body and his company. )