in which eddie is semi-nonverbal and steve notices despite eddie’s best efforts. cuddles ensue | 1.8k
They’re hanging out at Eddie’s, just the two of them, when Steve notices it for the first time. He’s not known as the most perceptive guy ever, but he’s actually rather good at these things. And he’s starting to get good at getting a feel for Eddie, too, even though it’s made harder by his dramatics and his flourishes and all those exaggerated gestures, mimics and mood swings. Eddie is fluent in all things sarcasm and drama, both of which Steve had issues reading in the beginning but is now pretty good with.
After fighting an interdimensional monster wizard creep, nearly dying a few times and spending time together almost every day because we stick together now, Steve knows Eddie.
He’s not sure if they’re friends, exactly, but that doesn’t really stop him from knowing all of his tones, his moods, and even most of his music these days. Steve just watches. Listens. Remembers. He’s shit at talking about himself much around anyone but Robin, but he always makes a point of knowing as much as he can about his friends. And Eddie.
Which is why the sudden strain in Eddie’s voice catches him off guard. It’s not the I didn’t get any sleep last night because all I can think of is how I almost died kinda strain. Nor is it the It’s 5pm and I haven’t eaten yet and I don’t want you to find out kind. Steve still makes sure to make them sandwiches as he listens to Eddie rambling off about something or other.
And that’s the thing. Steve listens. He always does, but Eddie is rambling. And he sounds almost miserable about it. The words don’t make sense, they lack their usual enthusiasm when Eddie talks DnD or music — which, he’s doing both? There’s no connection. And when Steve turns around, sandwiches secondary to that fucking strain in Eddie’s voice, he sees that his eyes are dull. The smile forced. And he keeps talking even though his tone indicates that he’s done.
Steve frowns slightly and watches Eddie, who’s walking mindlessly, aimlessly, pacing and stopping every few seconds, looking a little lost every time he does.
The thing is, there is no reason for Eddie to talk. No point to his words. No calculation in his movement, no burning off of excess energy, no kick in his step, no stomp for emphasis.
Steve notices. He sees. He listens. And thinking back, Eddie’s reaction time to just about anything Steve said today was either close to nothing, or very delayed.
It dawns on him then, as he looks Eddie up and down, noticing the fidgeting hands, the tense shoulders, the stiff grimace of a smile. It dawns on him because he knows this look, this behaviour. Not exactly like this, but close.
He has a hunch and hopes that whatever they have built over the past weeks is strong enough for Eddie not to freak out on him over this.
“Eddie,” Steve interrupts him, and it shouldn’t be this easy. It wouldn’t be, normally, but today Eddie just shuts up immediately, mouth closed, eyes on Steve.
“Yeah?” Four seconds. That’s how long that word took.
Steve hopes the expression on his face is kind, not patronising. “You know you don’t have to do this, right?”
Eddie blinks. Swallows. Two, three, four. “Do what, Steve?” And immediately he is defensive, taking on an act because maybe that’s makes this easier for him, but even his performance is strained.
“You don’t have to talk all the time,” he says, and only realises once the words have left his mouth that they sound wrong, like he’s annoyed with Eddie’s constant babbling and needs some silence. Which he doesn’t.
Eddie scoffs before he can take it back. He scoffs, spins in a circle and sighs deeply, expertly bridging the four seconds it takes him once again to open his mouth and speak.
“Oh, that’s new! That’s new, Harrington, I’ve never heard that one before. What’s next, you gonna call me a Freak? Maybe tell me the bands I listen to aren’t music? Really sorry, man, and I hate to break it to you, but if you wanna hang out with someone who doesn’t ‘have to talk all the time’, I’m not your man!”
Even the anger seems dull, the little speech far from what it could have been, like Eddie’s brain isn’t quite there, like it doesn’t work today, like the words just won’t come and decide to leave him hanging with his failed dramatics.
Still, Steve approaches him slowly, his hands raised in a placating motion. “That’s not what I meant, and I’m sorry it came out wrong, Eds. I don’t mind your talking, you gotta believe me. But…”
How does he say this next part, this next assumption, without accidentally insulting Eddie again? Without sounding like a complete and total jackass?
“You know El, right? The one with the superpowers?”
Eddie nods.
“Well, when she came to us, she could, like, barely talk. Her vocabulary wasn’t there yet, sure, but that’s not the only reason. And now she’s made wonderful progress and her vocabulary is pretty decent, but still she gets those days where she just… She can’t talk. Or won’t. Maybe both. Sometimes both, yeah. And on some days she will, like, force herself. But I can tell when she does because she’s miserable about it and it sounds like hard labour and she’s always on the verge of tears about it. And… I don’t know, Eds, but you kinda look a lot like her now, and even if you don’t, which is fine, sorry for bringing that up, but even if you don’t have days like that, just know that you don’t always have to talk, yeah? One way or another, there’s not a price you have to pay in stories or running commentary just to be part of the group. You could never talk ever again and we’d still stick together, yeah? That’s what I meant. Sorry if that’s a jackass kinda thing to say.”
Steve hates how he’s always out there fumbling for words and can never get them to sound right. Especially now, when he needs Eddie to understand. He always needs Eddie to understand. It’s a bit of an urge lately. He just wants him to feel safe.
It’s more than four seconds now, and Steve stops counting at ten, acutely aware of the silence this time. He lets Eddie have his silence, though, leaves him room inside it.
“That’s not a jackass kinda thing to say, Steve Harrington,” Eddie says, and Steve swears he has never heard his voice in such a quiet, vulnerable tone. The quiet always helps El, too. Make all those words she can’t say a little less loud and imposing, make it all a little more okay. Not so scary.
“Good,” Steve whispers, and maybe that’s one step too far, but Eddie sags a little bit and for a moment Steve fears that he’s about to sway forward. Not that he wouldn’t catch Eddie.
“What do… How. Do you help El through it?” Small, vulnerable, confused, and Steve heart breaks a little for him.
“I do,” he says, equally quiet, smile on his face. “We always lie down somewhere because you only have to talk when you sit or stand, right? Lying down, no one can make you talk. So we lie down, she’s usually resting on top of me, and either I talk to her about, well… Anything, really. Or I shut up. Sometimes there’s music. Really, there’s many ways to get through it, but the main two things are lying down and not talking on her part, y’know?”
And the way Eddie looks at him makes Steve think that maybe they are friends, because you don’t let just anyone see you this vulnerable. You don’t look at just anyone with your big brown doe eyes like they’re opening a whole new world for you.
“Sounds great,” he croaks and that tension is back in his shoulders, so obvious that Steve wants to reach out and massage it away.
He smiles and searches Eddie’s eyes, absolutely sure of the situation now, and maybe having a cure for it. “Eddie Munson, would you like to go lie down and not talk for a while?”
Eddie stares at him as though he’s calculating the risk, as though he’s weighing his options. He could still tell Steve to go and he’d be out of here in a heartbeat if being alone is what Eddie really needs. But then he nods.
“I think maybe I do, yeah.”
“With El, I only ask her yes or no questions. You can just nod or shake your head. Okay? Don’t know if that works for you but, well, we can find out I guess. Yeah?”
Eddie nods, and Steve smiles. He goes to the kitchen area to grab the sandwiches he made earlier and then lands back right before Eddie, smile still in place.
“Not to be weird or anything, but I think this might work best on your bed. Is that okay for you? If that’s not okay, we can just lie down on the couch.”
Eddie looks back to his room, then back at Steve. He nods.
“Your bed?” Steve asks again just to make sure, and Eddie nods again.
And this is how they find themselves lying on Eddie’s bed, Eddie’s head resting on Steve’s chest. His fingers find their way into the metalhead’s locks at some point and Eddie purrs, which makes Steve laugh for a moment. He doesn’t take his hand away, though.
Steve doesn’t talk like he does with El sometimes. With Eddie, he just basks in the silence and lets the other boy soak up as much of it as he needs. There’s a smile on his lips the whole time, and he didn’t think he could smile so much around Eddie Munson, especially on one of his bad days.
But he does.
They even fall asleep like that, Eddie lying on top of Steve, cuddling into him. Steve lets him. Even the next morning when they’re both awake but not willing to break the silence yet even though Eddie looks much better already, he doesn’t make any moves to get away from Steve. He stays there, head on his chest as they both just bask in the moment.
Bask in the company.
Bask on the threshold of something just to the right of friendship. Something more.
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Live-Blogging Fallout New Vegas Part 2
Part One: https://www.tumblr.com/maddymoreau/738944610851864576/i-spent-a-majority-of-my-time-exploring-the-top
┐( ̄ヮ ̄)┌ I wasn't planning to work on the Wild Card Quest yet but accidentally accomplished part of it today when entering the White Glove Society. After hearing Benny's distain and Yes Man's description of it I was VERY curious to see what it was like.
Upon entering I met a man named Heck Gunderson who not only controls the meat market but was also looking for his missing son (named Ted). I offered to help him and began investing (o´▽`o)ノ!
( ^◡^) After speaking with Majorie the head of the White Glove Society I learned A LOT!!! There's rumors that the White Glove Society consumes human meat. Something Majorie vehemently denies. She also mentions a Private Investigator who is staying there and is looking for a missing woman 👀
Majorie also denies the WGS being involved in that.
She even advises me that I go speak with Mortimer the maître d' AKA her assistant. To give me access to the Private Investigator's room. Upon speaking with Mortimer I'm able to use speech to get him to admit to his involvement in Ted's disappearance and his cannibalism. Lying that I'm interested as well he gives me Ted's location and the key to the PI's room.
(╭ರ_•́) I entered the Private Investigator's room while using my last stealth boy, I grabbed the information I needed and slipped away before security could find me. It revealed he was meeting an informant at 4PM in the steam room.
At the steam room I met Chauncey an employee who revealed he helped in that woman's disappearance and provided me with info before being murdered by an assassin ( ҂` ロ ´)︻デ═一 \(º □ º l|l)/!!
Not wanting to get in the cross fire I slipped away then headed the kitchen area. After lying to security I THEN MENTALLY TORTURED THE HEAD CHEF NAMED PHILIPPE.
(⚆ _ ⚆) I'm not kidding. I made him remember his traumatic childhood, lied that I'd publish his cookbook and then told him I saw a radroach in his kitchen!!! All just to get him to leave.
I then prepared the recipe he had been working on, imitation human meat. While the food was being served I broke Ted out and snuck us into the party.
Mortimer wanted to trick, blackmail and manipulate the White Glove Society into eating human meat again.
However after his grand speech I revealed the truth. No one had eaten human meat that night. Mortimer then fled, I was able to stop the cannibalism situation and returned Heck's son. Along with convincing him to still do business with the White Glove Society.
Cannot tell you how many times I had to redo this Quest (even while following a guide). TED WAS SO UNGRATEFUL AND ANNOYING!!! Look what he says after being returned to his father!
Ted Gunderson: "iF YoU KNeW wHat YoU WEre dOIng I cOUld'VE BeEN oUT oF THEre HOurS AgO."
(ง ื▿ ื)ว After all that I reported to YES MAN!!!!
Majorie SUCKS just as much as Mortimer but at least she doesn't eat humans. The White Glove Society is a bunch of egotistical jerks but if they're not causing any actual harm to the people (outside overcharging for their drinks) then they can temporarily stay.
I THINK ABOUT THIS PRIOR CONVERSATION BETWEN YESMAN AND MY COURIER SO MUCH!!!
Courier: "So I should ask these tribes if they'll support an Independent Vegas?"
Yes Man: "Oh no, I didn't mean that! Who needs their support? The Securitrons will be all the support you need! What I meant is, you should get to know these tribes and decide which ones you like and which you don't! You know - shape the future of Vegas! Choose your neighbors! If you like a tribe, leave it alone! Or if a tribe is nasty or going to be a problem - go ahead and exterminate it! It's whatever you want to do!"
She's focused on evaluating who is and isn't best for her ideal New Vegas and the Securitrons. Hearing Yes Man say, "The Securitrons will be all the support you need!" makes her giddy 🥴. However she also wants to support them through her good leadership skills. After all she's CONSTANTLY criticizing the NCR and doesn't want to end up like them.
She also doesn't want to end up like Mr. House. His poor leadership let Benny easily betray him and cannibalism exist within New Vegas. HELL LEGION MEMBERS HAVE EASILY ENTERED THE STRIP!!!
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