I was going to say something there and I can't remember what. Ugh. Why is your weed so strong?
Oh. Uh. I'd have to try to stay awake then. Do you do voices? [ he's still really high here so like, that's pretty cute? is it ok to think it's cute??? ]
Because I have to make money somehow and weak weed would get me nowhere.
With me reading? Yeah, I don't think you'll have trouble staying awake. And what kind of heathen do you take me for? Of course I do voices! [ because Eddie does nothing half-assed, of course. ]
You have, you have, I just think it's adorable riling you up like this.
But it always fucks me up so much, man! [ great logic, steve. ]
Isn't going to be an experience isn't it. I don't know! Maybe there's too many voices to do or something. Like how many characters are there to do voices for?
Why am I suddenly so adorable? When did I become so adorable?
It's a good look on you, Stevie, don't question it.
Oh yes, I don't go half-assed in this, it's going to be as spectacular as a Hellfire Club meeting. There's uh. At least nine alone for the first book, so yeah.
Didn't even think you had it in you until I saw you in my vest, then yeah, your potential for adorable skyrocketed. Now I see it all the time.
it isn't? well then. i guess i'll see you shortly?
[ and he doesn't even wait for a response. he hadn't planned on visiting steve, so he looks a bit like a mess right now, thinks about taking the fastest shower known to man, and then decides to just change into clothes that don't reek of weed. not that steve is even sober enough to really pick up on any of these details, apparently.
deciding that he is about as presentable as he's ever going to be, he hops in his van and drives the distance from the trailer park to steve's house, his paperback copy of the fellowship of the ring sitting casually in the passenger's seat. well, it's now or never, and eddie's through with running, so now it is.
with the book held close to his chest, eddie hops out of his car and walks up to the front door, giving it a nice loud knock to make sure steve can hear it even in his semi-lucid state. he shakes his head, laughing at himself as he plays through their text conversation in his head, not really sure what to think, but he's here now, and maybe he'll be able to make more sense of steve once they're face to face. ]
the thing about steve is that he's a goddamn lightweight when it comes to weed. the other thing is that, usually, if he's smoking alone he's already in a not great mind-set so it compounds the effects of everything. he wasn't in a bad mood this time, not really, just--- just maybe feeling off-kilter. eddie's also selling the good stuff. it's stronger than whatever tommy used to get or maybe steve's just lost all tolerance when he fell out of the party scene.
he's still pretty high when eddie sends that last text but it's wearing off, slowly but surely. so, in a moment of weed induced logic because eddie is coming over to read to him while he's high and he can't not be high for that, steve leaves the comfort of his bedroom where he'd been messaging eddie from in bed and bee-lines down the stairs to find the joint he left on one of his mother's granite countertops.
he leaves the door to the pool deck open so he can hopefully hear eddie when he arrives, lights up the joint to take another hit. when he does hear the door, he's put it out again and drops it on one of the tables next to the pool chairs, stands up and realizes that was a bad idea because steve knows he gets stupider when he's high. but he's nervous because he was trying to flirt, a little, maybe but he's not sure if that came through because he's doped up. and eddie's-- eddie's coming. eddie is. eddie and his bambi eyes are here.
eddie may have showered and changed but steve's in a pair of jeans and a baby blue crewneck (which definitely smells like weed right now) as he swings the door open. ) Eddie. You're here. ( oh. he's definitely feeling it now, but that doesn't stop him from stepping aside so eddie can step inside and steve can shut the door behind him. )
[ immediately eddie is hit with the familiar scent that is his own brand of weed. he can't help but grin and shake his head. if he weren't supposed to be narrating the fellowship of the ring, he would probably be trying to play catch up, at least to attempt to get to a similar level of high as steve.
but it'll be fine, he's been around steve while he was stoned before, so at least he knows what he's dealing with. he walks into steve's home, brushing past steve in order to get into the foyer and pauses to take a look around. nope, still the same harrington residence as last time, with walls that felt too bare and knicknacks that probably cost more than a college tuition. ]
I am here, how observant.
[ once his inspection of steve's house has been deemed satisfactory, he turns towards steve and tilts his head to the side. ]
Where shall we do this? Living room? Your bedroom?
( eddie steps inside and steve closes the door behind him, takes a moment to lean on it because wow, he's high. yep. great. he hums, biting into his lower lip as he watches eddie look around the foyer. ) I'm high but not that high.
( he is also a lying liar who lies.
eddie turns around and tilts his head. it's a cute gesture, it is. it's pretty endearing, actually, but that's not the thing that steve gets hung up on as eddie gives him options of where to read. the smart thing is the couch but, well, steve's high and the idea of eddie in his room is pretty tempting. )
My room. ( said slowly, before he nods and grins. ) The bed's more comfortable than the couch, man. ( except the whole point is he's not supposed to fall asleep? right? that's out the window.
normally steve's pretty good about boundaries and not being too touchy, that's eddie's thing, but that goes out the window when he's high. he reaches for eddie's hand, then redirects -- clumsily -- to grab his wrist so he can lead up him the stairs. he stops at the bottom of them, frowns. ) Oh. Shoes off upstairs though. ( worried, as if that's a fucking deal breaker here. )
[ there is something extremely enamoring about steve's current state. he hasn't seen steve this high before, only heard about dustin's attempted retelling of the russian truth serum incident, but nothing could have prepared him for this. ]
Uh huh, of course you aren't, Stevie.
[ he makes sure to use extra sarcastic enunciation, because he's not really in the right state to parse out subtlety right now.
and sure, he threw out the bedroom more as a joke, but steve went right for it. he probably could say he was joking, lead them towards the couch, but before he can, steve is grabbing for his hand, which causes eddie's brain to short circuit for a moment, forcing steve to try and drag him at first before his brain catches up with him. ]
Yeah, right, of course, the bedroom.
[ and now he can't help but laugh at the whole no shoes upstairs thing, because of course that's a rule. can't mess up the carpets or anything. he doesn't hesitate to kick off his shoes, and looks back up at steve. ]
Stevie. ( steve repeats, looking a little perplexed by it though he's heard eddie call him that before.
and he's a little lost because eddie's being a bit sharper now, more sarcastic than usual, but then he tosses out big boy and steve's going to blame the blush that lights up the back of his neck on the weed. it's totally the weed. he's high.
he's that high.
he also hasn't let go of eddie's wrist and doesn't think to do that until they're at his bedroom door, which is wide open. there he drops it and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his joggers. he feels nervous suddenly, actually, about eddie seeing his room. it's not much to see, really, the wallpaper's the same as it's always been, his desk is kind of utilitarian and not used. there are posters on the walls, photos of friends from school replaced by a few of the party and him and robin. there's a tv up here too with a NES hooked up.
the bed's made but it's clear that steve was slaying on the covers recently because they're rumbled. ) So. Um. Ta-dah. ( did he just do jazz hands? )
This is it. ( he shuffles inside, toward the bed and decides to flop down on it before he thinks about eddie in his bed too much. only, he goes face first because this say he can take a moment to ground himself and that's how high mind logic works. )
[ eddie isn't sure what he expects when he walks into steve's room. the rest of the house is enormous and filled with things that are clearly there to show off how much money his parents have. steve's bedroom is...
well it's not what one would immediately expect of a guy steve's age. eddie's own is littered with posters and post its with song lyrics, photographs of the hellfire and corroded coffin, his guitars hanging on the wall. this room barely looks lived in.
and the moment steve takes his hand away from his wrist is the moment eddie starts to mourn the loss of contact. he needs to get a grip, and he knows it. ]
Nice room. Kind of expected more sports trophies. [ he pauses in front of a picture with robin and steve and runs a finger across it (mostly across steve's face, but from a distance that is likely not all that obvious). ]
So you want me to -- [ he turns back around in time to witness steve faceplant onto his bed and presses his knuckles against his mouth to swallow the few giggles that threaten to spill out at this sight. ] Cute. [ he didn't actually mean to say that out loud, and figures that maybe just pretending he didn't say anything of the sort will work in his favor. steve doesn't really seem to be coherent enough to catch on, after all.
he does make his way over to the bed, still hugging the book to his chest. he has his doubts that he will make it even one full chapter through the book before steve has passed out, but maybe he will surprise hm. ] You ready for the best book you'll ever have the privilege of being read aloud to?
Oh they're in the closet. I was cleaning and didn't put them back out. ( steve raises a hand off the bed, points haphazardly around the room like that'll show eddie where the closet is. it's by the door to his en suite but that's not really clear.
he rolls over on to his back, wiggles up the bed and then settles right beneath the pillows with his arms folded under his head. high logic is a wonder. he scrunches his nose. ) You keep saying cute but you're the cute one. ( he sounds petulant. ) Bambi eyes.
And I was born ready, dude. ( was he? he had no interest in this book until eddie mentioned it today. )
[ it's painfully obvious that eddie is far too sober for the level of stoned steve is, and he tries not to feel too guilty about that. he allows himself a moment to take in everything, to take in steve in his current state while he can actually look and not worry about it being deemed as too long.
and eddie is only human, so at being called cute, and having steve comment his eyes has eddie freeze, pointedly ignoring the way his face suddenly feels hot, and the way his breath is suddenly coming a lot slower, shallower. ]
You're ridiculous, [ he comments, shaking his head. but all the same, he finds a comfortable position and opens the book to the first page and shifts into a british accent, because that seems the only acceptable way to read tolkien's work. ] The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring. Concerning Hobbits.[ he pauses to take a glance at steve, making sure that he is paying attention. ]
I'm not. You are. ( which is, once again, petulant and a huff. is he talking about being ridiculous or eddie being cute? even steve isn't sure right now.
he's not expecting the british accent, though he expects voices, so that earns a bit of a giggle from steve, a crinkle in the corners of his eyes. he's definitely going to do his best to pay attention for the first bit, he is, so he stares back at eddie when he looks over and tilts his chin up with a defiant 'go on' which he doesn't voice. but he thinks. and that counts for something!!! )
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Date: 2022-08-03 05:52 am (UTC)I was going to say something there and I can't remember what. Ugh. Why is your weed so strong?
Oh. Uh. I'd have to try to stay awake then.
Do you do voices? [ he's still really high here so like, that's pretty cute? is it ok to think it's cute??? ]
Intentionally even.
thank you for this!!
Date: 2022-08-04 03:02 am (UTC)With me reading? Yeah, I don't think you'll have trouble staying awake.
And what kind of heathen do you take me for? Of course I do voices! [ because Eddie does nothing half-assed, of course. ]
You have, you have, I just think it's adorable riling you up like this.
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Date: 2022-08-05 05:23 am (UTC)Isn't going to be an experience isn't it.
I don't know! Maybe there's too many voices to do or something. Like how many characters are there to do voices for?
Why am I suddenly so adorable? When did I become so adorable?
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Date: 2022-08-05 05:27 pm (UTC)Oh yes, I don't go half-assed in this, it's going to be as spectacular as a Hellfire Club meeting.
There's uh. At least nine alone for the first book, so yeah.
Didn't even think you had it in you until I saw you in my vest, then yeah, your potential for adorable skyrocketed. Now I see it all the time.
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Date: 2022-08-06 12:44 am (UTC)Wow, the whole shebang for little me?
Nine??? How long is this book? [ nine characters is apparently far too many. no one tell him about the hobbit. ]
How did I go from, in your words, metal to adorable? That's not fair. That's a downgrade.
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Date: 2022-08-06 03:09 am (UTC)The whole shebang, because you're worth it.
Uh. SO, it's a trilogy. The first book is like 400 pages.
Who says that's a downgrade? Either way, I still think you're metal as fuck.
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Date: 2022-08-07 02:15 am (UTC)How long are the other ones? That's a lot of voices.
Because? Adorable is like for soft, cute people?
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Date: 2022-08-08 02:31 am (UTC)I hate to break it to you, but you are both soft and cute.
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Date: 2022-08-09 06:27 am (UTC)i guess we have to get started soon because that's going to be so many voices. [ perfect high as a kite logic. ]
i hope you know i'm glaring at you right now.
which probably doesn't help my case but dude...
you're soft and cute.
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Date: 2022-08-09 06:02 pm (UTC)It definitely doesn't help my case, if anything it makes me think you're even cuter.
I definitely am not! I'm metal as fuck, okay!!
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Date: 2022-08-12 05:20 pm (UTC)ugh, fine, dad.
you can be metal as fuck and also be cute.
you have a very cute face! bambi eyes!
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Date: 2022-08-12 07:27 pm (UTC)[ eddie may or may not be doing a triple take at being called dad ]
bambi eyes. well if Steve Harrington thinks I'm cute, who am I to argue with that?
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Date: 2022-08-12 07:51 pm (UTC)damn right!
and uh.. yeah. bambi eyes. all big and convincing sometimes when you're not being a menace.
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Date: 2022-08-13 01:11 am (UTC)okay, you keep flattering me like that, i have no choice but to come over now.
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Date: 2022-08-14 06:18 pm (UTC)eddie, that's not flattery. i'm going to have to give you the real deal, man. [ now there's really no choice because, duh, eddie is coming over. ]
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Date: 2022-08-15 02:36 am (UTC)[ and he doesn't even wait for a response. he hadn't planned on visiting steve, so he looks a bit like a mess right now, thinks about taking the fastest shower known to man, and then decides to just change into clothes that don't reek of weed. not that steve is even sober enough to really pick up on any of these details, apparently.
deciding that he is about as presentable as he's ever going to be, he hops in his van and drives the distance from the trailer park to steve's house, his paperback copy of the fellowship of the ring sitting casually in the passenger's seat. well, it's now or never, and eddie's through with running, so now it is.
with the book held close to his chest, eddie hops out of his car and walks up to the front door, giving it a nice loud knock to make sure steve can hear it even in his semi-lucid state. he shakes his head, laughing at himself as he plays through their text conversation in his head, not really sure what to think, but he's here now, and maybe he'll be able to make more sense of steve once they're face to face. ]
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Date: 2022-08-18 04:37 am (UTC)the thing about steve is that he's a goddamn lightweight when it comes to weed. the other thing is that, usually, if he's smoking alone he's already in a not great mind-set so it compounds the effects of everything. he wasn't in a bad mood this time, not really, just--- just maybe feeling off-kilter. eddie's also selling the good stuff. it's stronger than whatever tommy used to get or maybe steve's just lost all tolerance when he fell out of the party scene.
he's still pretty high when eddie sends that last text but it's wearing off, slowly but surely. so, in a moment of weed induced logic because eddie is coming over to read to him while he's high and he can't not be high for that, steve leaves the comfort of his bedroom where he'd been messaging eddie from in bed and bee-lines down the stairs to find the joint he left on one of his mother's granite countertops.
he leaves the door to the pool deck open so he can hopefully hear eddie when he arrives, lights up the joint to take another hit. when he does hear the door, he's put it out again and drops it on one of the tables next to the pool chairs, stands up and realizes that was a bad idea because steve knows he gets stupider when he's high. but he's nervous because he was trying to flirt, a little, maybe but he's not sure if that came through because he's doped up. and eddie's-- eddie's coming. eddie is. eddie and his bambi eyes are here.
eddie may have showered and changed but steve's in a pair of jeans and a baby blue crewneck (which definitely smells like weed right now) as he swings the door open. ) Eddie. You're here. ( oh. he's definitely feeling it now, but that doesn't stop him from stepping aside so eddie can step inside and steve can shut the door behind him. )
omg i'm so sorry for the delay i thought i replied to this
Date: 2022-08-26 09:50 pm (UTC)but it'll be fine, he's been around steve while he was stoned before, so at least he knows what he's dealing with. he walks into steve's home, brushing past steve in order to get into the foyer and pauses to take a look around. nope, still the same harrington residence as last time, with walls that felt too bare and knicknacks that probably cost more than a college tuition. ]
I am here, how observant.
[ once his inspection of steve's house has been deemed satisfactory, he turns towards steve and tilts his head to the side. ]
Where shall we do this? Living room? Your bedroom?
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Date: 2022-09-03 11:28 pm (UTC)( he is also a lying liar who lies.
eddie turns around and tilts his head. it's a cute gesture, it is. it's pretty endearing, actually, but that's not the thing that steve gets hung up on as eddie gives him options of where to read. the smart thing is the couch but, well, steve's high and the idea of eddie in his room is pretty tempting. )
My room. ( said slowly, before he nods and grins. ) The bed's more comfortable than the couch, man. ( except the whole point is he's not supposed to fall asleep? right? that's out the window.
normally steve's pretty good about boundaries and not being too touchy, that's eddie's thing, but that goes out the window when he's high. he reaches for eddie's hand, then redirects -- clumsily -- to grab his wrist so he can lead up him the stairs. he stops at the bottom of them, frowns. ) Oh. Shoes off upstairs though. ( worried, as if that's a fucking deal breaker here. )
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Date: 2022-09-08 01:18 am (UTC)Uh huh, of course you aren't, Stevie.
[ he makes sure to use extra sarcastic enunciation, because he's not really in the right state to parse out subtlety right now.
and sure, he threw out the bedroom more as a joke, but steve went right for it. he probably could say he was joking, lead them towards the couch, but before he can, steve is grabbing for his hand, which causes eddie's brain to short circuit for a moment, forcing steve to try and drag him at first before his brain catches up with him. ]
Yeah, right, of course, the bedroom.
[ and now he can't help but laugh at the whole no shoes upstairs thing, because of course that's a rule. can't mess up the carpets or anything. he doesn't hesitate to kick off his shoes, and looks back up at steve. ]
Well? Lead the way, big boy.
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Date: 2022-09-15 07:34 pm (UTC)and he's a little lost because eddie's being a bit sharper now, more sarcastic than usual, but then he tosses out big boy and steve's going to blame the blush that lights up the back of his neck on the weed. it's totally the weed. he's high.
he's that high.
he also hasn't let go of eddie's wrist and doesn't think to do that until they're at his bedroom door, which is wide open. there he drops it and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his joggers. he feels nervous suddenly, actually, about eddie seeing his room. it's not much to see, really, the wallpaper's the same as it's always been, his desk is kind of utilitarian and not used. there are posters on the walls, photos of friends from school replaced by a few of the party and him and robin. there's a tv up here too with a NES hooked up.
the bed's made but it's clear that steve was slaying on the covers recently because they're rumbled. ) So. Um. Ta-dah. ( did he just do jazz hands? )
This is it. ( he shuffles inside, toward the bed and decides to flop down on it before he thinks about eddie in his bed too much. only, he goes face first because this say he can take a moment to ground himself and that's how high mind logic works. )
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Date: 2022-09-16 08:22 pm (UTC)well it's not what one would immediately expect of a guy steve's age. eddie's own is littered with posters and post its with song lyrics, photographs of the hellfire and corroded coffin, his guitars hanging on the wall. this room barely looks lived in.
and the moment steve takes his hand away from his wrist is the moment eddie starts to mourn the loss of contact. he needs to get a grip, and he knows it. ]
Nice room. Kind of expected more sports trophies. [ he pauses in front of a picture with robin and steve and runs a finger across it (mostly across steve's face, but from a distance that is likely not all that obvious). ]
So you want me to -- [ he turns back around in time to witness steve faceplant onto his bed and presses his knuckles against his mouth to swallow the few giggles that threaten to spill out at this sight. ] Cute. [ he didn't actually mean to say that out loud, and figures that maybe just pretending he didn't say anything of the sort will work in his favor. steve doesn't really seem to be coherent enough to catch on, after all.
he does make his way over to the bed, still hugging the book to his chest. he has his doubts that he will make it even one full chapter through the book before steve has passed out, but maybe he will surprise hm. ] You ready for the best book you'll ever have the privilege of being read aloud to?
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Date: 2022-09-28 10:17 pm (UTC)he rolls over on to his back, wiggles up the bed and then settles right beneath the pillows with his arms folded under his head. high logic is a wonder. he scrunches his nose. ) You keep saying cute but you're the cute one. ( he sounds petulant. ) Bambi eyes.
And I was born ready, dude. ( was he? he had no interest in this book until eddie mentioned it today. )
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Date: 2022-09-29 12:55 pm (UTC)and eddie is only human, so at being called cute, and having steve comment his eyes has eddie freeze, pointedly ignoring the way his face suddenly feels hot, and the way his breath is suddenly coming a lot slower, shallower. ]
You're ridiculous, [ he comments, shaking his head. but all the same, he finds a comfortable position and opens the book to the first page and shifts into a british accent, because that seems the only acceptable way to read tolkien's work. ] The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring. Concerning Hobbits. [ he pauses to take a glance at steve, making sure that he is paying attention. ]
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Date: 2022-10-12 04:24 am (UTC)he's not expecting the british accent, though he expects voices, so that earns a bit of a giggle from steve, a crinkle in the corners of his eyes. he's definitely going to do his best to pay attention for the first bit, he is, so he stares back at eddie when he looks over and tilts his chin up with a defiant 'go on' which he doesn't voice. but he thinks. and that counts for something!!! )
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