( Steve isn't a heavy sleeper. used to be, back in the before times. he'd have to set half a dozen alarms to be sure he'd get to practice on time, that he wouldn't miss class. not so much these days, because he just doesn't sleep particularly well at all, anymore. even asleep, movement and noise could mean anything. and his body is determined that he be awake to figure out what it means, exactly, or else.
it's a little better, lately. he doesn't go from dead asleep to bolting awake most nights. though, notably, mostly it seems he sleeps better when he shares a bed with Eddie. maybe his brain can buy that things are normal, that they're safe, if it can't run away with the easy fear of isolation. who knows.
so, Eddie waking and cringing at the existence of muted rainy day sunshine, and shifting a little next to him, doesn't wake Steve up. or, at least, not completely. it is enough to open up a blurry awareness of the world, if not a completely coherent one. he hears some mumbling of talking, see you, first thing, as long. his half asleep brain is trying to connect those words into a coherent sentence, when Eddie moves, suddenly, and that is what really wakes Steve up. even gets a half muttered whine of disapproval, very five more minutes, mom. if your mom was the sort to wake you up for things, that is. )
What? ( Steve asks, blearily, eyes half open, half propping himself up on his elbows. ) What's bad? ( does he need to charge out of bed and get a baseball bat, pull on pants and grab his car keys, is the entirety of Hawkins burning outside their window? Steve is struggling to try and make his brain alert, because the bed is so warm still, and the drum of rain on the window practically insists that there could be no reason to get out of it. )
[ eddie doesn't wince when steve whines against his chest, when he speaks and it sounds like he's heard at least part of what he's said. the question doesn't reveal that steve heard it all, though, just that tail end that eddie hopes he can turn into something that explains away the way his heart jumps in his chest.
he knows steve won't run from him, or he really hopes, but he might back away slowly because while eddie's doing his best to pretending this isn't a relationship while wanting it to be, the whole point of what they started was so steve could experiment; could try being with a guy out with no jugement involved. no one asked for feelings here. eddie's just a fucking idiot with a heart that latched on to the hot, kind boy who saved his life and who might be an asshole but is the sort of asshole eddie likes.
he drops his arm down, slides it back around steve's waist and under his shirt. clearly physical contact is fine, not admissions that he's got it bad for steve harrington. he takes a deep breath, tilts his head to the side and tries not to fucking lose it over how soft and endearing steve harrington looks first thing in the morning, half asleep and looking blearily at the world.
eddie's not supposed to want that but he does.]
Nothing serious. [ eddie's heart breaking eventually is fine, really, when that's sort of par for the course. people leave, get fed up with his shit and how much he is. steve will too, one day. he's got it bad but it's fine, as long as he doesn't ruin it for a little bit longer. as long as he doesn't think for too long about how he's worried about heartbreak and what that fucking means with steve sleeping on top of him.
eddie reaches up with the hand not resting under steve's shirt, tugs a stray tuft of hair by his sideburns and then tucks it behind his ear. ] Back to sleep, big boy, there's nothing bad in sight unless you're about to protest a rainy morning in bed in favor for a run in the storm.
[ does he sound a little like he was caught red handed doing something bad? maybe. is he hoping steve isn't awake enough? also affirmative. ]
( the part of Steve's brain that was trying so desperately to wake up, and pronto, is a total pushover. because Eddie winding an arm around him is astonishingly convincing. is he really this easy, or can he excuse still being half asleep? nothing serious, and fingers toiling in his hair, and his common sense just checks out. back to snoozy it is.
it's just hard to convince himself to wake up and crawl out of bed and be productive when he doesn't have to. doesn't even want to, when it feels so good to be wound together like this. legs entwined somehow in the night. a comfortable knot of both of them, the familiar feeling of Eddie's touch running over the purpled skin of his sides. anyone else, Steve would likely feel the need to pull back, spare them the ugliness.
Eddie, well... nobody could possibly understand the stretches of marred skin like Eddie. )
Mmph, ( Steve says, which isn't a word at all, just the closest to a response as he can manage to the idea of running out in the rain. no, thank you. he doesn't have to work until after lunch. there's no reason to bolt, for once. it's not the first time he's wanted to stick around in bed with Eddie, though it might be the first he's actually been able to. and his head is still a little blurry, blurry enough to not overly dissect it wasn't sex that got him here, like that was the only excuse to be tangled up with his roommate.
Steve shifts back a little, if only because being half awake is enough of a reminder that he's a little stiff from not moving. it might seem like he's trying to get out of bed, after all, for about as long as it takes to settle on his side. after that, though, snaking arms around Eddie and fully dragging him back into his space is proof enough Steve isn't planning on going anywhere. it's a bit of an echo of how Steve had held onto him last night, truth be told. a stubborn big spoon that won't allow Eddie to look back at him. it's just that this time, it isn't to hide tears, it is because he's using a fluffy metal head like a living, breathing teddy bear. face happily smooshed in his shirt, lost in the scent of fabric and skin and okay, a bit of weed smoke, but since that is so quintessentially Eddie, Steve sort of likes that smell now. )
Morning, ( Steve lands on, eventually, when his brain boots up enough to manage conversation. Eddie will feel the hint of a smile against his shoulder, but it sneaks into the huskiness of Steve's voice, too. the idea of sleeping more is at least a little tempting, though honestly, just staying like this would be just as good. it just feels... nice. comfortable. he could stay like this for hours, maybe, way longer than was entirely reasonable to lounge around doing nothing. though... there are some flaws to his brain finally waking up, because he supposes Eddie might have better things to do than cuddle for no reason with his sleepy roommate. the smile slips a little, and so does Steve's grip around him. just a little. )
You getting up? ( Steve ventures, cautiously, less casual than it should be. he really should have made some attempt to sound less wounded by the very concept. he vaguely remembers Eddie talking, and moving. so... maybe that was the idea, getting up. if Eddie is getting up, he should too. )
Morning, Stevie. [ eddie let’s his eyes slip closed as steve settles, can’t help but feel a little more at ease with the weight of him on his chest. steve has more bulk on him, sure, but he’s not actually so much heavier that eddie can’t find comfort in the way he blankets his frame. plus, in the shadow of the storm and the rain still pitter-pattering against the window it’s the best sort of warm comfort.
he traces the edges a scar that flares up to steve’s ribs, not sure if this one is more sensitive or numb to touch. he splays his palm over this skin, knows he has one that matches and might be a bit deeper in a few spots. it’s strange how grounding it is, knowing someone else has gone through this with him and having this fucked up physical proof when he’s sure he’s lost his mind and made it all up.
eddie is lost in thought for a moment as steve settles, snuggles close and let’s eddie drift off into a fantasy where this is fine and what they both want in all circumstances. he feels himself melt into the bed, relaxing further as he slides a hand into Steve’s hair.
this is fine, he can have this. until steve tenses and pulls back and eddie isn’t sure. ] I wasn’t planning on it. It’s kind of early.
Unless… Are you trying to kick me out of my own bed, Harrington? [ he means for it to come out teasing, coupled with an upward quirk to his lips but neither quite land either. still, he notices the cautiousness in Steve’s voice. maybe it’s the nightmare still, lingering. ] Are you okay?
( is it kind of early? Steve hasn't even checked the time. not to point fingers here, but in his room, his alarm clock is positioned across the room, so you can see it from either side of the bed. it's great. except for the part where he has to get out of bed to turn it off, but, that's intentional too. forces him to wake up, even if he doesn't want to. even if Eddie demurs like a dying king about him dragging out of bed. Eddie always thinks it is early, so maybe Steve shouldn't trust the guy that it is still lounge around in bed hours.
but he wants to believe, in this particular instance.
Steve doesn't blush. it isn't his thing. if anyone asked, he'd persist that he doesn't. still, he does feel slightly embarrassed at the accusation he's trying to kick Eddie out of his own bed. right... right. this is Eddie's bed. not his bed, where they usually wake up. that feels more like their bed than it should, these days. clearly defined lines that have gotten way too blurry. my bed is going to be running in Steve's mind all day, now. unintended jumpscare. )
No, ( Steve says, and really!!! it's true!!! he's not. he doesn't want Eddie to get out of bed, his or otherwise. if the blatant snuggling hadn't made that obvious enough. he isn't trying to kick Eddie out, at all, he just doesn't want to tangle him up and trap him here if he wants to go. Steve rubs an eye, because he's pretty sure that's how it works. to wake up, you rub the sleep out of your eyes, and then your brain works better. you don't say stupid things or cross lines you shouldn't when you're fully awake. )
I just heard you talking, is all. ( Steve struggles to hit the rewind button on his thoughts, go back to what Eddie was talking about. he was talking, wasn't he? Eddie should thank his lucky stars that Steve gives up about as soon as he starts, instead deciding to focus on something else. namely, insisting Eddie should stay in bed. even though the guy just said he wasn't planning on going anywhere. ) It's raining. Nowhere to go, anyway. We might as well stay here.
( yeah, it's just practical, to stay tangled up with his roommate. obviously! )
[ honestly, anything before noon is early in Eddie’s book but it is actually barely past eight based on his wrist watch and it’s a miracle that he’s awake. a testament to steve’s influence in his life, really. eddie hasn’t seen this hour outside of the school year in years and waking up to say goodbye to steve when he has an opening shift or is taking dustin to school now means he’s up willingly earlier than this some weekdays. that’s devotion in his book!!! ]
You heard me talking? [ and if Eddie sounds particularly squirrels about that, well, who can blame him. he bites into his lower lip, worries it for a moment before he decides to bite the bullet. ] What'd you hear?
[ it’s better to ask, to pry as if he’s just being nosy instead of assuming. at least given what he’d actually said, an admission he’d thought was spoken to a man asleep and lost to the world. he had hoped for that, honestly, for his own sake. eddie ducks his head down, cheeks flushed before he cranes his neck and presses a cheek into the pillow he’s resting on. there’s no way he can hide. ] Staying here sounds like a better plan. Other bed is cold anyway. [ he’d go burrow there if steve had been planing to kick him out. luckily, that’s not the case. ]
( what did he hear? something about seeing. and every morning. you can tell how hard Steve is thinking about it, because of the knit of his brow. the rain? was Eddie really into rainy mornings? no, that's dumb. it wasn't about the rain. see you, first thing. every morning, as long...
Steve is distracted, unfortunately, by Eddie pressing his face into the pillow and muffled talk about abandoning for the other bed. which is, for starters, ridiculous. trading beds for no reason when they're already comfortable in this one. if anyone would get out of bed, it would have to be Steve, since Eddie rightly pointed out this isn't his bed. ) Would you knock it off? I'm not kicking you out.
( in fact, it is a rare opportunity that he can actually steal a little more time in bed. Eddie often whines that he should stay a little longer, maybe once or twice he's been a little too convincing and Steve has had to rush out of the house with messy hair and an uncooked poptart for breakfast. one occasion he managed to leave the apartment, ferry Dustin to his desired location, and still make it back before Eddie was out of bed, and sneaking back into it had felt strangely right. and Steve wasn't much of a lounge around in bed sort of guy. he could always find something to do, because sleep was more of a have to than want to. )
I don't want you to go, ( Steve admits, finally. and that's not crossing bro lines, is it? he's already said, out loud, that he likes Eddie's company. it doesn't have to be weird, it's just the objective truth. Steve likes having Eddie around. so much, in fact, that his subconscious has taken to torturing him with the idea of losing him. Steve sighs, sticking his face in Eddie's threadbare shirt. thoughts drifting back to the nightmare that brought him to Eddie's room in the first place. yes, he knows that Eddie is fine, now. doesn't mean the comfort of being close to him isn't still welcome, even in the light of day. nightmares mostly left behind them. )
[ is he grateful steve doesn’t say anything? yes. is he curious enough to prod and tickle his side, also yes. maybe it’s not the right approach here, but he doesn’t want to have steve follow that line of questioning even if he is distracted enough on his own. plus, eddie is a touchy guy and he has an excuse in that.
still, he’s placated by simple words and a huff against his chest. it settles him and has him resting his palms on steve’s mid-back and against his shoulder blade. ] Okay, fine. We’re staying here and staying in bed. Snoozing. Relaxing. Listening to the rain and maybe we’ll get up and make some waffles later but… after a little snooze.
[ and he sounds fond, happy even, with a soft chuckle that follow the words. eddie feels himself flush as he tucks his chin down to look at steve again from the corner of his eyes. ] Well, good then. I don’t want to go.
[ and maybe that’s too raw and honest than it should be, arms tightening around steve as if to stop him from bolting as he says it. that’s what eddie fears most, steve running away. he cranes his nexk up, glances around the room and maybe that graze is his lips against Steve’s forehead seems natural. maybe. ]
( Eddie would prod at his side, just for the sake of being a brat. it mostly just results in Steve wriggling away from the poke and firmer into Eddie's side. if Eddie is afraid Steve is going to make for the hills, hopefully the insistent way he winds arms around him is proof enough he doesn't want either of them to go anywhere. Steve usually feels like he's expecting or needing or asking too much, to be this openly appreciative of affection. maybe there's something about the waking up together after a nightmare, though. he's not ready to pull apart and knit himself together and pretend he doesn't need this right now.
so if Eddie will indulge him just a bit longer, Steve isn't going anywhere. Eddie might be looking at him, but Steve is staring at the rain pattering against their (Eddie's, shit. their comes way too easy to him, these days) window, and then at the inside of his eyelids. last time he passed out it was half because the heavy wave of panic had entirely exhausted him. this time it's because he's comfortable and content, and wants to pad out that feeling just a little longer. )
Waffles, ( Steve says, distant but amused, in the voice of someone trying to sound more alert than they are. it's the rain putting him hack to sleep, surely. he doesn't protest the kiss to his forehead anymore than he's protested a kiss — well, anywhere else, actually. outside of the island of the bed they're sharing, it might make him get in his head. right now, it is beyond Steve to second guess anything besides not wanting this moment to be over just yet. )
Or pancakes. World's our oyster, Stevie. [ eddie drops his head back to the pillow, closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy the closeness of this moment. steve's wound around him, arms around him and legs intertwined with his own. it's a comfortable feeling even in a bed that's not normally the one they share.
eddie knows he'd like waking up anywhere, pretty much, if he could have steve there with him. if he could be as sure as he is now that, at least for the moment, steve's not running away; that no one's going to play this off as a thing that doesn't mean anything at all.
that's a scary thought, one too overwhelming for the early morning where sleep's tugging steve back under and eddie could follow so easily. he probably will, if he can get his mind to slow down just a bit more.
eddie turns his face into the pillow, forces a yawn and then it's followed up by a louder real one. ] Get some sleep.
( Steve is not above getting in his head about this, later. sometimes it just feels like there's limits. on how much he can ask for. what he can take. Eddie's his roommate, his friend. one of his best friends, honestly — nobody can topple Robin off her throne but the rare days he doesn't talk to or see Eddie, his entire day feels off. and even accepting he cares that much, it's hard not to feel like at some point there's a too much, and he's going to barrel into it headfirst if he isn't careful.
asking too much and needing too much, it always kicks him in the ass. with his parents, with the assholes that weren't ever really his friends. with Nancy, somehow, even though the details of how and why are still pretty goddamn fuzzy. just bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, all the way down. it's hard to course correct when you don't know what turn was the wrong one. Steve's running a little blind as it is, and it's hard not to get addicted to how it feels. to have someone to lean on. to not have to truck along and be okay and figure it out on his own. he can't want too much of this, can't rely on it too much, because what is he gonna do when it's gone?
this morning, though... it's hard to feel like stealing one lazy morning will ruin everything. not when Eddie feels so comfortable and content, too. maybe it isn't taking, so much as sharing. both of them together, instead of trying to grin and bear it and push through it on their own.
he meant to say a word, a confirmation. pancakes or waffles, sounds good. sleep a little more. instead he's barely cognizant enough to land a mumble. nuzzling closer with a content huff of a sigh. yeah, okay. sleep, pancakes, safe. he can agree to that. )
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Date: 2022-10-02 12:02 am (UTC)it's a little better, lately. he doesn't go from dead asleep to bolting awake most nights. though, notably, mostly it seems he sleeps better when he shares a bed with Eddie. maybe his brain can buy that things are normal, that they're safe, if it can't run away with the easy fear of isolation. who knows.
so, Eddie waking and cringing at the existence of muted rainy day sunshine, and shifting a little next to him, doesn't wake Steve up. or, at least, not completely. it is enough to open up a blurry awareness of the world, if not a completely coherent one. he hears some mumbling of talking, see you, first thing, as long. his half asleep brain is trying to connect those words into a coherent sentence, when Eddie moves, suddenly, and that is what really wakes Steve up. even gets a half muttered whine of disapproval, very five more minutes, mom. if your mom was the sort to wake you up for things, that is. )
What? ( Steve asks, blearily, eyes half open, half propping himself up on his elbows. ) What's bad? ( does he need to charge out of bed and get a baseball bat, pull on pants and grab his car keys, is the entirety of Hawkins burning outside their window? Steve is struggling to try and make his brain alert, because the bed is so warm still, and the drum of rain on the window practically insists that there could be no reason to get out of it. )
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Date: 2022-10-02 12:23 am (UTC)he knows steve won't run from him, or he really hopes, but he might back away slowly because while eddie's doing his best to pretending this isn't a relationship while wanting it to be, the whole point of what they started was so steve could experiment; could try being with a guy out with no jugement involved. no one asked for feelings here. eddie's just a fucking idiot with a heart that latched on to the hot, kind boy who saved his life and who might be an asshole but is the sort of asshole eddie likes.
he drops his arm down, slides it back around steve's waist and under his shirt. clearly physical contact is fine, not admissions that he's got it bad for steve harrington. he takes a deep breath, tilts his head to the side and tries not to fucking lose it over how soft and endearing steve harrington looks first thing in the morning, half asleep and looking blearily at the world.
eddie's not supposed to want that but he does.]
Nothing serious. [ eddie's heart breaking eventually is fine, really, when that's sort of par for the course. people leave, get fed up with his shit and how much he is. steve will too, one day. he's got it bad but it's fine, as long as he doesn't ruin it for a little bit longer. as long as he doesn't think for too long about how he's worried about heartbreak and what that fucking means with steve sleeping on top of him.
eddie reaches up with the hand not resting under steve's shirt, tugs a stray tuft of hair by his sideburns and then tucks it behind his ear. ] Back to sleep, big boy, there's nothing bad in sight unless you're about to protest a rainy morning in bed in favor for a run in the storm.
[ does he sound a little like he was caught red handed doing something bad? maybe. is he hoping steve isn't awake enough? also affirmative. ]
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Date: 2022-10-02 01:03 am (UTC)it's just hard to convince himself to wake up and crawl out of bed and be productive when he doesn't have to. doesn't even want to, when it feels so good to be wound together like this. legs entwined somehow in the night. a comfortable knot of both of them, the familiar feeling of Eddie's touch running over the purpled skin of his sides. anyone else, Steve would likely feel the need to pull back, spare them the ugliness.
Eddie, well... nobody could possibly understand the stretches of marred skin like Eddie. )
Mmph, ( Steve says, which isn't a word at all, just the closest to a response as he can manage to the idea of running out in the rain. no, thank you. he doesn't have to work until after lunch. there's no reason to bolt, for once. it's not the first time he's wanted to stick around in bed with Eddie, though it might be the first he's actually been able to. and his head is still a little blurry, blurry enough to not overly dissect it wasn't sex that got him here, like that was the only excuse to be tangled up with his roommate.
Steve shifts back a little, if only because being half awake is enough of a reminder that he's a little stiff from not moving. it might seem like he's trying to get out of bed, after all, for about as long as it takes to settle on his side. after that, though, snaking arms around Eddie and fully dragging him back into his space is proof enough Steve isn't planning on going anywhere. it's a bit of an echo of how Steve had held onto him last night, truth be told. a stubborn big spoon that won't allow Eddie to look back at him. it's just that this time, it isn't to hide tears, it is because he's using a fluffy metal head like a living, breathing teddy bear. face happily smooshed in his shirt, lost in the scent of fabric and skin and okay, a bit of weed smoke, but since that is so quintessentially Eddie, Steve sort of likes that smell now. )
Morning, ( Steve lands on, eventually, when his brain boots up enough to manage conversation. Eddie will feel the hint of a smile against his shoulder, but it sneaks into the huskiness of Steve's voice, too. the idea of sleeping more is at least a little tempting, though honestly, just staying like this would be just as good. it just feels... nice. comfortable. he could stay like this for hours, maybe, way longer than was entirely reasonable to lounge around doing nothing. though... there are some flaws to his brain finally waking up, because he supposes Eddie might have better things to do than cuddle for no reason with his sleepy roommate. the smile slips a little, and so does Steve's grip around him. just a little. )
You getting up? ( Steve ventures, cautiously, less casual than it should be. he really should have made some attempt to sound less wounded by the very concept. he vaguely remembers Eddie talking, and moving. so... maybe that was the idea, getting up. if Eddie is getting up, he should too. )
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Date: 2022-10-02 01:45 am (UTC)he traces the edges a scar that flares up to steve’s ribs, not sure if this one is more sensitive or numb to touch. he splays his palm over this skin, knows he has one that matches and might be a bit deeper in a few spots. it’s strange how grounding it is, knowing someone else has gone through this with him and having this fucked up physical proof when he’s sure he’s lost his mind and made it all up.
eddie is lost in thought for a moment as steve settles, snuggles close and let’s eddie drift off into a fantasy where this is fine and what they both want in all circumstances. he feels himself melt into the bed, relaxing further as he slides a hand into Steve’s hair.
this is fine, he can have this. until steve tenses and pulls back and eddie isn’t sure. ] I wasn’t planning on it. It’s kind of early.
Unless… Are you trying to kick me out of my own bed, Harrington? [ he means for it to come out teasing, coupled with an upward quirk to his lips but neither quite land either. still, he notices the cautiousness in Steve’s voice. maybe it’s the nightmare still, lingering. ] Are you okay?
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Date: 2022-10-02 02:14 am (UTC)but he wants to believe, in this particular instance.
Steve doesn't blush. it isn't his thing. if anyone asked, he'd persist that he doesn't. still, he does feel slightly embarrassed at the accusation he's trying to kick Eddie out of his own bed. right... right. this is Eddie's bed. not his bed, where they usually wake up. that feels more like their bed than it should, these days. clearly defined lines that have gotten way too blurry. my bed is going to be running in Steve's mind all day, now. unintended jumpscare. )
No, ( Steve says, and really!!! it's true!!! he's not. he doesn't want Eddie to get out of bed, his or otherwise. if the blatant snuggling hadn't made that obvious enough. he isn't trying to kick Eddie out, at all, he just doesn't want to tangle him up and trap him here if he wants to go. Steve rubs an eye, because he's pretty sure that's how it works. to wake up, you rub the sleep out of your eyes, and then your brain works better. you don't say stupid things or cross lines you shouldn't when you're fully awake. )
I just heard you talking, is all. ( Steve struggles to hit the rewind button on his thoughts, go back to what Eddie was talking about. he was talking, wasn't he? Eddie should thank his lucky stars that Steve gives up about as soon as he starts, instead deciding to focus on something else. namely, insisting Eddie should stay in bed. even though the guy just said he wasn't planning on going anywhere. ) It's raining. Nowhere to go, anyway. We might as well stay here.
( yeah, it's just practical, to stay tangled up with his roommate. obviously! )
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Date: 2022-10-02 02:34 am (UTC)You heard me talking? [ and if Eddie sounds particularly squirrels about that, well, who can blame him. he bites into his lower lip, worries it for a moment before he decides to bite the bullet. ] What'd you hear?
[ it’s better to ask, to pry as if he’s just being nosy instead of assuming. at least given what he’d actually said, an admission he’d thought was spoken to a man asleep and lost to the world. he had hoped for that, honestly, for his own sake. eddie ducks his head down, cheeks flushed before he cranes his neck and presses a cheek into the pillow he’s resting on. there’s no way he can hide. ] Staying here sounds like a better plan. Other bed is cold anyway. [ he’d go burrow there if steve had been planing to kick him out. luckily, that’s not the case. ]
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Date: 2022-10-02 02:56 am (UTC)Steve is distracted, unfortunately, by Eddie pressing his face into the pillow and muffled talk about abandoning for the other bed. which is, for starters, ridiculous. trading beds for no reason when they're already comfortable in this one. if anyone would get out of bed, it would have to be Steve, since Eddie rightly pointed out this isn't his bed. ) Would you knock it off? I'm not kicking you out.
( in fact, it is a rare opportunity that he can actually steal a little more time in bed. Eddie often whines that he should stay a little longer, maybe once or twice he's been a little too convincing and Steve has had to rush out of the house with messy hair and an uncooked poptart for breakfast. one occasion he managed to leave the apartment, ferry Dustin to his desired location, and still make it back before Eddie was out of bed, and sneaking back into it had felt strangely right. and Steve wasn't much of a lounge around in bed sort of guy. he could always find something to do, because sleep was more of a have to than want to. )
I don't want you to go, ( Steve admits, finally. and that's not crossing bro lines, is it? he's already said, out loud, that he likes Eddie's company. it doesn't have to be weird, it's just the objective truth. Steve likes having Eddie around. so much, in fact, that his subconscious has taken to torturing him with the idea of losing him. Steve sighs, sticking his face in Eddie's threadbare shirt. thoughts drifting back to the nightmare that brought him to Eddie's room in the first place. yes, he knows that Eddie is fine, now. doesn't mean the comfort of being close to him isn't still welcome, even in the light of day. nightmares mostly left behind them. )
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Date: 2022-10-02 03:27 am (UTC)still, he’s placated by simple words and a huff against his chest. it settles him and has him resting his palms on steve’s mid-back and against his shoulder blade. ] Okay, fine. We’re staying here and staying in bed. Snoozing. Relaxing. Listening to the rain and maybe we’ll get up and make some waffles later but… after a little snooze.
[ and he sounds fond, happy even, with a soft chuckle that follow the words. eddie feels himself flush as he tucks his chin down to look at steve again from the corner of his eyes. ] Well, good then. I don’t want to go.
[ and maybe that’s too raw and honest than it should be, arms tightening around steve as if to stop him from bolting as he says it. that’s what eddie fears most, steve running away. he cranes his nexk up, glances around the room and maybe that graze is his lips against Steve’s forehead seems natural. maybe. ]
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Date: 2022-10-10 03:32 am (UTC)so if Eddie will indulge him just a bit longer, Steve isn't going anywhere. Eddie might be looking at him, but Steve is staring at the rain pattering against their (Eddie's, shit. their comes way too easy to him, these days) window, and then at the inside of his eyelids. last time he passed out it was half because the heavy wave of panic had entirely exhausted him. this time it's because he's comfortable and content, and wants to pad out that feeling just a little longer. )
Waffles, ( Steve says, distant but amused, in the voice of someone trying to sound more alert than they are. it's the rain putting him hack to sleep, surely. he doesn't protest the kiss to his forehead anymore than he's protested a kiss — well, anywhere else, actually. outside of the island of the bed they're sharing, it might make him get in his head. right now, it is beyond Steve to second guess anything besides not wanting this moment to be over just yet. )
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Date: 2022-10-15 07:03 am (UTC)eddie knows he'd like waking up anywhere, pretty much, if he could have steve there with him. if he could be as sure as he is now that, at least for the moment, steve's not running away; that no one's going to play this off as a thing that doesn't mean anything at all.
that's a scary thought, one too overwhelming for the early morning where sleep's tugging steve back under and eddie could follow so easily. he probably will, if he can get his mind to slow down just a bit more.
eddie turns his face into the pillow, forces a yawn and then it's followed up by a louder real one. ] Get some sleep.
🎀 here mb??
Date: 2022-11-07 01:01 am (UTC)asking too much and needing too much, it always kicks him in the ass. with his parents, with the assholes that weren't ever really his friends. with Nancy, somehow, even though the details of how and why are still pretty goddamn fuzzy. just bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, all the way down. it's hard to course correct when you don't know what turn was the wrong one. Steve's running a little blind as it is, and it's hard not to get addicted to how it feels. to have someone to lean on. to not have to truck along and be okay and figure it out on his own. he can't want too much of this, can't rely on it too much, because what is he gonna do when it's gone?
this morning, though... it's hard to feel like stealing one lazy morning will ruin everything. not when Eddie feels so comfortable and content, too. maybe it isn't taking, so much as sharing. both of them together, instead of trying to grin and bear it and push through it on their own.
he meant to say a word, a confirmation. pancakes or waffles, sounds good. sleep a little more. instead he's barely cognizant enough to land a mumble. nuzzling closer with a content huff of a sigh. yeah, okay. sleep, pancakes, safe. he can agree to that. )