🦾 A disability headcanon for anyone? I know it's a bit out there so if you don't have any thats okay!
empires s1 fwhip is hard of hearing/partially deaf/idk what to call it he's the explosion guy and also a vampire his hearing is not super great
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6 PM and Eddie was in full story mode, gesturing wildly as he made himself a bowl of soup.
It was nothing fancy, just some canned chicken noodle that Steve had stuck his nose up at.
Then sniffed dramatically when Eddie had popped it in the microwave.
(Considering It was an after work snack, Eddie didn't take offense to his boyfriend's rich-boy sensitivities.)
"Then Brandon, the asshole, pulls in this ancient Jeep. Swears he checked it out before he bought it." He's still in his shop clothes, too busy going through his day to change.
"Did he actually though? Noooo." Eddie drawled out, fetching a spoon and setting the warmed bowl on the counter.
"Wasn't he the guy who just bought that truck?" Steve asked from his spot on the couch. He had beaten Eddie home, a rare accomplishment for him on a Wednesday.
Eddie spun, spoon in hand. "The one with the bad engine? Yes!"
"At least the color wasn't bad."
"It was banana yellow." With a scoff, Eddie put the can in the sink, picked up his bowl, and threw it in the trash.
He made it two entire steps forward before he froze, eyes growing wide.
“Stevie.” Eddie whispered, his entire body slumping dramatically. “Stevie, I threw away my soup.”
Trying (and utterly failing) not to laugh, Steve said, “I know. I watched you do it."
Entire face falling into a heart wrenching pout, Eddie looked between Steve and the sink.
"I wanted that." He said pathetically.
"Do you want me to make you soup?" Steve asked, voice teasing.
"Please?" Eddie's eyes worked over time, as he slunk his way over to his boyfriend. He dropped to his knees, putting his chin on one of Steve's thighs. "Pretty please?"
Steve flushed scarlet, eyes darting to Wayne and back. He was working on accepting Eddie's more theatrical displays of affection in front of others, but didn't shove Eddie away.
Told him he would never.
Not even when it was in front of Eddie's bandmates, who still eyed Steve with distrust.
"Would you like some too Wayne?"
Pretending not to smile from his ancient armchair, Wayne hummed. "Long as it's no trouble."
"Not at all." Steve pushed at Eddie's head, prompting the other boy to back away as Steve got to his feet.
Quickly, Eddie stole his boyfriend's spot on the couch, basking in the vacated warmth.
"I'm adding veggies along with everything else. No complaining!" Steve called as he began pulling open cabinets.
"I'd never dream of it." Eddie called back, batting his eyelashes even though Steve couldn't see it.
"If he does, I'll just eat his portion. Boy can go to bed hungry if he doesn't appreciate that cookin of yours." Wayne added, in his own teasing twang.
"Suck up." Eddie fired back, sticking out his tongue.
From the kitchen, Steve turned to hide his grin.
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