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luimagines · 2 years

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a scenario where the reader flusters the chain pleas <:3

- bestie anon

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Coming right up Bestie!

Part one will include Time, Warrior and Wind.

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Time

You were on a mission. This man was stoic as hell. As much as you tried to tease and flirt and embarrass, Time would not crack. Not only did he seem to have infinite patience, but he was so.. passive to whatever you did.

It was almost insulting, the amount of effort you’d put into it only to get little to no response.

And then you got hurt.

It... could have been worse. But a hit to the head is a hit to the head and you were to be monitored foe the night.

It was late. The kind of the late where people begin to question their lives and their worlds and their perception of the universe. Perfect for an existential crisis. Time was awake with you, making sure you didn’t fall asleep on your concussion.

You were tired and a bit loopey and you knew it if only from the reactions you seemed to be getting throughout the day. Which was fine. That won’t stop you from being honest. You stared at Time as he stared into the fire, seeming to not notice where you had placed your attention. He seemed concerned, with his eyebrows furrowed. In retrospect, he looked pissed. But you couldn’t think about what for.

The boys were asleep and it was the perfect moment to speak.

“Time.” You call silently. He doesn’t respond.

“Link?” You try again and this time he snaps out whatever funk he found himself in. He turns to you. “Yes?”

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, My Dear.” He says. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.” You sigh. “Are you sure you’re ok? Everything is going to be ok.”

“I know.”

“You’re really smart and brave. You’ve been taking really good care of all of us.” You lay back down, speaking your pure stream of consciousness out loud. “And you’re really cool. There’s nothing you can’t do. It’s why the boys look up to you so much. Why I like you. I trust you. We all do. You’re important to us. You’re important to me. Thing’s are going to be ok. Just breath. It’s alright.”

Time’s breath hitches just beyond you and you can hear him move. You’ve looked away at some point as you were speaking. You don’t know when.

“You’re also really strong. Like super strong. I bet you can pick up Twilight and he’s... all muscle. I would Warrior but he’s skinny. ....Mostly bone. We have to get him to eat more.”

Time laughs somewhere near you.

“Wind also tries to copy you. I don’t know if you’ve seen him. He loves you. We all love you.” You try to get up but firm hands on your shoulders stop you. your eyes finally focus in front of you.

Time is beet red and smiling like a fool. Your tired mind tells you that he’s laughing at you.

“Time, I’m serious!” You borderline shout.

Time brings a finger to his lips and shushes you but you bulldoze on.

“You’re amazing and great and a hero. You’re so cool. Twilight is so trying to be you. He wants to emulate everything about you.”

“Ok, ok!” He whisper yells. It calms you down somewhat.

He’s laughing. Giggling, even. Like a fool.

“You’re impossible.” He says gently. He puts you back down against your bedroll and adjusts the bandages around your head. You had forgotten they were there.

You frown. “You’re awesome.”

“Thank you.”

“I mean it.”

“I know.”

“Say it.”

Time rolls his eyes and brushes the hair from your face. “I’m awesome.”

You’re satisfied.

Warrior

Warrior wouldn’t have suspected a thing. You have had enough of Warrior being able to throw one witty one liner your way and it leaves you stutter stumbling through out the rest of the day without being able to form a coherent thought.

That being said you wanted to think about something that would really make him think about it.

You got it.

You steeled your nerve and walked around the camp to his side and pointedly took a seat. “Hey.”

Warrior looks at you. “Hello.”

You smile as charmingly as you can manage. “I have a question for you Captain.”

Warrior raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your actions. “Alright.”

“What does it take to make you go head empty?” You continue to smile charmingly, innocently, not wanting to have any cause for any suspicious.

Warrior snorts and shakes his head. “I’ll have you know that my mind is a steel trap and there is very little that gets by me.”

“Oh yeah?” You smiles wider, leaning into the tease.

“Mhm.” Warrior nods decidedly. “It’s very hard to pull the wall over my eyes and get me to forget about anything else that I may be doing-”

“Is that why your lunch is currently burning?” I point to the food he had over the fire and he bolts to it in a panic. He manages to save it in time and you’re left giggling where you sit.

Warrior sits next to you again, his food in his hand. He coughs and tries to meet your eyes but his bravado has been shaken. “So!... Is that all you had to ask?”

You nod and stand up. “That’s all Link.”

His blush deepens.

“Good to know that the Captain with the steel trap mind is looking out for us.” You laugh a bit louder and flick his forehead.

Warrior looks away finally, his blush going across his face. “I am.... on it. You can coooouuuunnnnt ooooon me.”

“Good.” You snort and lean down close to his face.

Warrior turns and reels back by the lack of space you’ve left and you wink. You move away, practically skipping away.

Warrior is left mildly shaken and embarrassed. His hand comes up to cover his mouth, halfway covering the rest of his face.

Legend, who saw the whole thing, is laughing to himself, barely hiding his snickers behind his own hand.

Wind, who missed all of that, looks at Legend with concern in his eyes. “Are you ok?”

Legend can’t find it in himself to reply.

Wind

The shot hits the target dead on. Perfect bullseye.

A cheer makes it way from your mouth before you know it. “Good job, Wind!”

The boy in questions looks your way with a grin on his face. He moves the bow down. “Thank you!”

“You’ve been practicing.” You acknowledge and make your way closer to him. “You’ve gotten better so quickly. You’re a natural.”

The boy scratches the back of his neck. His cheek dusted with a light shade of pink. “You think so?”

“Of course.” You beam and hold your hand out for the bow. He gives it to you easily and you knock an arrow. The movements are practiced and flow easily through you as you pick your own target.

“I dare you to split my arrow.” Wind blurts out.

You turn his way with a single eyebrow raised. He flushes a bit more but to his credit, he meets you head on. “Do it.”

You snort and aim for his arrow. It takes a minute of careful planning, more careful that you were going for the first half before you let it loose.

It just misses. It hits the end of the arrow, slicing it in half as it enters into the target but not nearly as close as you wanted. You click, annoyed with the results.

Wind however, only gets more excited. “WOAH! You almost did it!”

“Yeah, almost.” You roll your shoulders. “I bet with some practice I could. I’ve done it before. But I think I’ll stop there.”

You hand the bow back to him. “It’s hard enough to do on a good day anyway. I’m just rusty.”

It could also be because you’re significantly taller than him so the angle would be different anyway but you don’t want to rain on his parade.

“I’m gonna try to split your arrow now.” Wind pokes his tongue out and steadies himself. You notice something.

“Your forms a bit off for this.” You say gently. With the tip of your shoe, you line up his feet. You reach over and around him, fixing and adjusting his hands on the bow. “I’m sure that it works for you because you’ve gotten use to learning as you go. Form only does so much when you need to act fast in battle but for this case, hold it here and here. You’ll have better control.”

You don’t notice Wind stiffen and go red in the face once again. You step back, pleased with the minor tweaks and watch him fire it again. He also doesn’t split your arrow, but he does manage to shoot right beneath it.

“Aw, I missed.” He pouts.

“Try again.” You say as you ruffle his hair. “You’ll get there.”

When he looks up at you after knocking your hand away, you can see how red in the face he’s gotten. He could be embarrassed, you muse and step back.

“It takes time Buddy.” You wink. “I believe in you.”

He looks away and fixed his feet again. “Ok, ok, yeah.”

You snort and walk away, leaving Wind to practice his shooting alone. Sometimes it’s better to not have an audience.

Wind looks over his shoulder and sees you leave. He drops the bow and his hands fly to cover his face. His blush travels up to his ears and down his neck and it enough to weight him down into a squat. He doesn’t scream.

He wants to though.

It just wasn’t fair. Why are you so cool?!?

Part 2

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #WARRIORS IS SO SHORT #WHY MUST THIS HAPPEN TO MEEEEE #.....i made my mistakes.......#duh duhd uhd duhd #i dont know the lyrics #Warrior stans I apologize #I swear to do better by him

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marwoood · 7 months

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listening to 3racha's albums and 42 is making me so upset i'm actually on the verge of tears the fuck are those lyrics chan what

#maybe it's mostly the contrast to all the SKZ lyrics but it seriously breaks my heart to hear them talk about suicide...#...even if it's just artistic expression that may not reflect shit #i'm just sitting at my work desk Keanu Reeves style absolutely dumbfounded like what #like obviously we don't get any sort of glimpses into the darker aspects of their lives from their media personas duh #but i fully understand that they're not the happy puppies we see them as all the time #yet that track's just seriously threw me for a loop wow #SKZ #3RACHA

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lesbicosmos · 11 months

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happy first day of @chrisginnyweek !!!!

day 1 prompt: colours

my interpretation: makeup. this is entirely based on That One lesbian photo on pinterest

summary: ginny wants her makeup done for the play but can't seem to get it right on her own, so chris does it for her

this is also on ao3 if you wanna read it over there :))

ive got some colour back, she thinks so too

It was their weekly sleepover at Chris’s house, a time both of them treasured over almost every other time, especially since their friendship developed into something more. They’d been spending even more time together since Chris and Chet had broken up a few months ago, and Chris seemed so much happier. She’d originally felt bad that she’d been more focused on Ginny’s brother than her for so long, but she ensured Ginny it was nothing to do with her, she had just felt like she couldn’t fully be herself with Chet like she was with Ginny, and it was rare that she was at Ginny’s place not to see him.

Then the breakup had happened, then the confession to Ginny. And now, Chris was lying with her head in her girlfriend’s lap, Ginny gently stroking her blonde hair, which seemed even brighter than usual in the glow of the beginnings of sunset.

“Chris, can I ask you something?” Ginny asked, breaking the comfortable silence the two of them had created.

“Yeah, Gin?” Chris replied, looking up at her.

“So you know how I’ve got a dress rehearsal for the play tomorrow?”

Chris nodded. Ginny had gotten the part of Hermia in her school’s production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and she’d been ecstatic about it for weeks.

“Well I was thinking, I want to try and do some makeup to match my costume. I’ve been trying to do it for a few days now, but I just can’t get it to look any good,” she said sadly.

“You want me to do your makeup for you?”

“Would you?”

“Of course!”

Chris jumped up from Ginny’s lap, almost scaring her with how fast she moved.

“Your costume’s pink isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“I have the perfect eyeshadow, hold on.”

Chris raced over to her dresser, opening a drawer, and rummaged through it for a few seconds before pulling out a small golden pallete. Then, she leaned over to the hand-painted pots on her dresser and took two differently sized brushes.

“Where should I sit?” Ginny asked.

“Right there on the bed will be fine.”

Chris returned to the bed, sitting beside Ginny.

“This is probably the most gorgeous eyeshadow I own,” Chris remarked proudly, opening up the golden lid to reveal several small circles filled with compacted powder, all in different shades of pinks and oranges. Fitting, Ginny thought. It perfectly matched the sunset just outside the window.

Chris took a few minutes of silent contemplation, deciding exactly what she was going to do with her girlfriend’s eyes. Ginny was becoming overwhelmed by the way Chris was looking at her…so intense but so loving.

“Okay, I have an idea,” Chris said at last, looking away from Ginny to instead look at the palette in her hand

“Sorry, before you start, can I kiss you?”

That got Chris to look up at her again, slightly confused but completely welcoming the suggestion, she nodded, and Ginny crashed their lips together. It was short, but passionate.

“Sorry, just…the way you were looking at me then, I couldn’t not.”

Chris laughed softly, then took one of the makeup brushes and dipped it into one of the light orange eyeshadows, picking up the pigment.

“Close your eyes for me?”

Ginny closed her eyes as Chris gently took her chin in her hands. She couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped her throat as the brush touched her eyelid.

“God, you’re so ticklish,” Chris said playfully, trying to get her brush in the place on Ginny’s lids that she had mentally planned.

Suddenly, Ginny felt the absence of the brush touching her skin, and she hesitantly opened them.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just…the lighting isn’t great. I can’t fully see what I’m doing.”

“Oh.”

“I have an idea, though. Lie down.”

Ginny was confused as to how lying down on the bed would solve the lighting problem, but she did so nonetheless, expecting Chris to simply move closer to her to do her makeup like that. Chris, however, had other ideas. She stood up, then climbed up onto the bed so that her legs were either side of Ginny’s waist, straddling her. Ginny’s breath hitched.

“Is this alright? If it’s not I can-“

“No, it’s fine. More than fine,” Ginny replied, smiling up at Chris in what could only be awe.

Chris leaned down so that her face and Ginny’s were only inches apart, pallet in one hand and brush in the other, staying stable with only her core strength.

Ginny felt the brush on her eyelid once more and seemed to zone out from reality, relaxing under Chris’s gentle touch as she painted the gorgeous summery colours onto her eyes.

After a few minutes, Ginny felt Chris shift and she opened her eyes.

“You’re all done,” Chris said sweetly, looking down at her work.

She leaned over to her bedside table and grabbed a small compact mirror that sat beside her lamp.

“Here,” she said, handing it to Ginny.

Ginny carefully opened the small pink mirror, looking at her reflection.

The makeup was done beautifully. Orange in the inner corners of her eyelids perfectly blended into pink on the outside. The colours were perfect, subtle: not too bright that it seemed glaringly obvious she was wearing makeup, but just pigmented enough to be picked up by the stage lights tomorrow.

“Holt shit…Chris, I love it. I love it so much, it’s so pretty!”

“You’re so pretty.”

Ginny could feel her heart skip a beat at the compliment.

“Those are absolutely your colours. They really bring out your eyes. And your eyes are gorgeous anyway.”

“My colours? Have you seen those colours on you? You look like an actual angel, like all of the time."

Ginny slowly sat up from the position she was originally in, Chris not moving from on top of her so by the time Ginny was upright, her girlfriend was straddling her lap instead. She could see how Chris visibly blushed from her statement, her cheeks growing slightly pinker. She looked beautiful. See! Ginny thought. Pink! It’s your colour! She silently made a promise to herself to make Chris blush more often, just to see that soft colour rise in her cheeks that suited her so well.

“Okay, one thing,” Ginny said, lifting the mirror to her face once again.

“Yeah?” replied Chris, seeming to become more fidgety, as if nervous Ginny was going to say something was wrong.

“I’m not entirely convinced the ‘lighting’ was a problem, y’know.”

Chris relaxed, a playful grin growing on her face in place of the subtle worry.

“Are you complaining?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Absolutely not,” Ginny sighed in response, taking Chris’s face in her hands and pulling her in for a kiss, this one longer and deeper than before, their hands quickly coming up to tangle in each other’s hair.

Chris’s cheeks were pink again already.

#ahhh im actually so excited to see everyone elses submissions #(also just thought id tell you ALL of mine have hozier lyrics for titles because duh)#dps #dead poets society #dps fandom #dps fanfic #chrisginny #chris noel #ginny danburry #chrisginnyweek

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autistic-daydreamer · 6 months

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How have I never seen a single Marinette Dupain-Cheng edit to ballad of a homeschooled girl?

#it was playing in the car and it's so her??#maybe not every lyric duh but regardless #“the morning after #I panic #oh god what did I say?!“#so Marinette #“I broke a glass I tripped and fell” need I say more lol #THE ENTIRE CHORUS IS SO HER #marinette dupain cheng #marinette dupain-cheng #ballad of a homeschooled girl #miraculous ladybug #guts album

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wowwzaaxei-aster · 7 months

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light vent

Everything changed

#Yes ik those aren't the lyrics #duh <3 #oc #soft vent

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rodrickheffley · 10 days

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ok im actually gonna post a ranking today at least of the standard edition i will start working on the second half today tho

#im finding it hard cuz the more i listen the more im like. yeah none of these really hit #listened to my faves off folkmore last night and had a lil cry bc of nostalgia and how good they are but also how its sad how none of the #new songs come close imo. again tho i havent listened to the second side enough to have a real.opinion so this is abt the first half #i have a very rough ranking like ik my bottom three but theres some where its like. theres one cool part. or i like the bottom half. and #within those its like. some are just mid and some have lyrics that bug me but the ones with bad lyrics sound better than the ones with mid #lyrics....and some of them are like. fine but feel self derivative to me and like just worse versions of folklore tracks #florida is esp hard for me like do i like it or not i really do not know but i think the florida duh duh duh duh duh duh duh is cool and i #like just how many times its repeated at the end. but the whole first verse is so boring and i find a lot of the lyrics in florences part #kinda cringe and cliche

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chirpsythismorning · 1 year

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I finally got around to watching @lesbianmindflayer’s Top Ten Hints Mike is Gay video… The Snow Ball one added a whole other layer of context to those scenes that didn’t really click for me until now—

#byler #mike wheeler #it was the dustin/nancy parallels to mike/el #like it was something that on the surface I noticed and I heard ppl talk about and was like duh #but hearing the set up of it in s1…#that was something I also was aware of but seeing them side by side was a little too visceral #you can tell that a writer put those scenes next to each other and was making them with each other in mind when they made all those choices #and then how both dustin and mike were sad that the person they liked was dancing with someone else…#and then ended up dancing with someone that more so fits a platonic/sister bond…#you got me crying baby baby please playing right before mike and el kiss…#more like you’ve got me crying baby baby please get me out of here #like what kind of lyric choice is that bro??????#and then to overlap it with the crypticness of the mindflayer watching over them?#once this is a five part story… it’s gonna be hard to see these scenes as romantic #bc we’re gonna be seeing all of these parallels in very close proximity..#s5 is really going to be the thing that changes how people are going to be able to understand the previous seasons #it’s gonna be quite the spectacle

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straight4joekeery · 1 year

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Teach Me How To Love In Your Own Lyrics

(Part 10)

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Once again, the adrenaline (among other things) was running through their veins. This show was particularly nerve-racking, after his little speech. Now, he wasn’t 100% sure, but he didn’t think Steve was here. Plus, he probably would have spotted a polo amongst all the leather. Robin, on the other hand, was here. She had the tendency to run her mouth a bit, so even if Steve wasn’t here, he’d know what he had said. Which was scary. But it didn’t matter. Even if it did, he had said it first. As he approached the last song, he started to really hope he wasn’t here. God. Who writes a song about someone, makes it popular, and doesn’t even tell the person? Creepy. He knew Steve would catch on immediately if he heard it. As he strummed the last note and everyone said their little ending bit, he ran. He was excited. Mainly nervous. But very excited.

“Dude, try to stay on the ground, okay?” He’d been bouncing up and down while carrying their stuff to the bus.

“Sorry, just excited.”

“We could tell. Now go put this up,” Jeff said, handing him a speaker, “then you can find your lover.” Normally, Eddie would make a comment or roll his eyes, but he currently did not have the time. He sprinted (probably the fastest he’s ever gone on foot in his life) to the bus and set the speaker down. He paced to the front of the bus to grab the gift bags and his personal bag, and fled. He walked back and forth looking for someone he knew. Steve, Robin, Vickie, literally anyone who looked like they didn’t belong at a metal concert. He tried to stay closer to the back of the building, so he wouldn’t get harassed. Fortunately, only one girl noticed him.

“Eddie!” Someone yelled from behind him. He immediately knew the voice.

“Robin!” He spun around and ran towards her. He wasted no time (besides setting down the bags as carefully as humanly possible) in giving her a bone-shattering hug.

“That was amazing!”

“Thanks!” He said pulling away, “Wow. I’m back. I am so happy to be back.”

“We’re happy for you to be back!” It took him a moment for him to process the “we”. As in someone else was here. He turned around to see Steve. And oh my lord. No wonder he didn’t spot him. At this point, he was just shamelessly gawking at the man. He looked… hot. He looked really hot.

He slowly approached him, like he would disappear if he moved too quickly. Steve giggled at the reaction, “Hi Eddie.” Yep. He’s real. Good. He practically tackled him as wrapped his arms around the other man’s neck.

“Hi,” he backed up for a split second to admire him. “I’m so glad you came. I missed you.”

“Really?” Steve whispered.

“Yeah really,” he said, moving away (for real this time).

“Well, I’m glad you’re here too.”

“Jesus Christ, get a room,” Robin rolled her eyes walking around them. She turned around when she noticed they weren’t following, “You want a place to sleep tonight or not?” she said, jingling Steve’s keys.

“Woah! Nope. Not happening. Give them to me,” he said, running to her and reaching for the keys. Eddie grabbed his bags and followed behind.

“Wasn’t going to. Just wanted you to hurry up,” she said, throwing the keys directly at his face (which with some miracle, he caught).

“Hey, Robin? Where’s Vickie?”

“Sick,” she said, giving Steve the weirdest smirk. There’s a story behind that, he knows. He doesn’t want to dig for it though. They all decided to skip to the car (bad idea by the way. Every single one of them fell at least once) to entertain themselves. Once they made it, Eddie immediately sprawled out in the backseat.

Since Steve was driving, he figured he could give Robin his little gift now. “Oi! Duck beak!”

“That’s a new one. How creative,” she said flatly, “yes Edison?”

“Here,” he said, tossing the bag gently to the passenger seat. He watched as Robin slowly opened it, glancing back at Eddie every 5 seconds.

“Oh. Thanks?” He saw a hoodie with a rainbow on it when he was in Seattle, and immediately bought it for her. Steve glanced over and bursted out laughing.

“Y’a know, when I saw it I knew I had to get it for you. I feel like it really represents you as a person,” he said while making dramatic hand gestures.

“Ah,” she sighed before breaking out in a huge grin, “it’s so truly lovely. Thank you, Eddie.”

“My pleasure birdie. And Steve I do have something for you so don’t get all jealous. I do not advocate distracted driving.” It was nice. The faint music coming from the radio, the breeze going through his hair as he rested his head against the car door, and the presence of Steve and Robin. It was nice being with them again. He missed this. “So what did y’a do when I was gone? Let’s see, on a scale of one to ten how much did you guys miss me?”

“About a twelve,” Steve said at exactly the same time as robin said, “easy, negative twenty five .”

“Aww, thanks Stevie,” Steve’s face twisted in a really weird smirk, grin, I’m-trying-really-hard-not-to-cry thing that Eddie honestly didn’t want to know what meant. “And Robin, wow, really know the way to make a man feel good.”

He spent the rest of the ride rambling (Robin style) about his shows. He beamed at every little detail of the tour so far. (“I swear! She was there! Phone Cates in the flesh!” “There’s no way. Because if you did I’d have an autograph in my hand right now.” “Yeah and if we even believed you for a second you would be sleeping on the streets tonight and you know it,” Robin added.)

“Here we are!,” Steve announced as they pulled up to their house. They all hopped out of the car and walked (in Robin’s case, skipped again, because absolutely nothing could go wrong) to the door.

“Damn Buckley, I really believed that you’d change that wallpaper by the time I got back. Tsk tsk,” Eddie sighed as they walked into the house. Their wallpaper wasn’t that bad. It only was used in the walkway (which was barely four feet). It was a deep blue with white specs that were supposed to be stars.

“What’s wrong with the wallpaper?,” Robin gasped “The old lady who lived here was, like, super into ‘witchy stuff’, and said it brought good luck for whatever reason,” she turned around and held out her hand, “She took one look at my palm and told me that I was going to die in a quote ‘very interesting and eventful way’. So that's fun I guess.”

“Super fun,” Steve muttered as he pushed her through the entryway.

“Awww,” Robin said looking at the couch. They looked over to see Vickie dead asleep on the couch, with a cat (oh my god is this little thing, Ozzy?!?!) on top of her. He didn’t know why she thought it was cute, she was snoring. Loudly (that is very hypocritical coming from him). “If either of you wakes her, or the cat, you will not live to see another day.”

“Dude it’s my cat,” he walked over to the couch slowly and tried to take the cat.

“Steven,” Roin hissed, “Don’t. You. Dare.”

“Jesus, sorry,” he muttered, “That's not even my name.”

“Hey, uh, Robin?” Eddie whispered.

“Yes, Edward?”

“Also not my name. but, um, wasn’t I supposed to sleep on the couch?”

“Oh. Yeah. you can crash with steve. Or me I guess if you really want. But fair warning I will probably kick you. Several times. Repeatedly. You will be-”

“I think I get the memo, Rob. I'll sleep with Steve, it's fine.” He realized his poor wording when

Steve choked on air. “Is that so?” Robin raised her eyebrows.

“No! I’m not going to sleep with Steve! I meant I was going to sleep in bed with Steve. Wait- no. I was going to go to sleep while Steve also slept. In the same bed.” Steve was bright red, and he knew he probably was too. Robin just stared at him with a wide grin. He groaned, “Nevermind. I am going to bed. Whether Steve follows is up to him,” he said waving a hand at him.

He walked into the room and set his things down. He could hear Steve and Robin trying to quietly argue, so he quickly changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt while he had the room to himself. He felt like he needed to do something to pass the time or he was going to go insane. He grabbed his stuff and started digging through it. He reached for Steve’s gift and set it on the bed next to him, then continued to search. He finally landed on a pack of wet wipes and moved to the standing mirror. He started (very aggressively for no reason other than he thought it would make it go by faster) removing his eye makeup. He always ends up smearing it somehow all over his face, just making it worse. 12 wipes later, his face was back to its natural beauty. He then proceeded to look himself up and down (full head nod and everything) at least 15 times. He looks like a rat. A literal rat. And oh no, Steve can not see him like this. He tossed and ran his fingers through his hair until it looked halfway (keyword: halfway) decent. He smiled at himself in the mirror, straightening his clothes trying to make himself look presentable. As he was doing so, he realized he hadn’t brushed his teeth today. At all. He breath checked in his hand and Jesus Christ. He could hear the two settle down outside the room so he didn’t have time to do anything. Unless…? He ran to his bag and grabbed the first thing he thought could work. Which happened to be perfume (shut up, cologne smells absolutely horrid and it will be going nowhere near his body). He uncapped it as he heard Steve approach the door. He panicked and sprayed it directly into his mouth. ohmygodohmyGODjesusfuckingchrist that burns like a bitch. He threw the bottle down and sprung up as Steve walked in.

…

“...Hi?”

“Are you okay?” Steve said, slowly approaching him. Wow. kinda unfair that this man can just walk up to him looking like that while he looks like a RAT.

“Yup mhm never better,” he said, red-eyed. “How have you been?” he said in an attempt to change the topic.

“Alright, I guess. Lonely.” He sounded so sad. He wished he could just kiss him square on the mouth.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. it's not your fault. Plus, I guess having a hypothetical cat has helped,” he giggled. He blushed and looked at the ground before stepping closed to Eddie, “Hey, I, uh, really really loved that song. Invisible man right?”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. You don’t have to say that. It was super weird of me to do, and I didn’t even tell you! Way out of line. I feel horrible Turing your confession into a song Steve I’m really-”

“Stop. I meant it. It was- beautiful honestly. Really poetic too. Im kinda honored,” he blushed, “It’s also a great ego booster to know I was inspiration for a top selling song.” Thirteen actually. Thirteen songs based off this man. (4 of which were written purely about his ass.)

“I need that on an award or something. ‘Eddie Munson is so cool and poetic’- Steve Harrington, 1993”

“Now that’s a bit of a stretch,” he grinned, “Oh right! I have something for you,” he walked over and opened the small closet to pull out a bag.

Oh. Steve hadn’t even left yet he bought him a gift. He pointed at his chest, “For me? Really?”

“Yes really. Here open it,” he said, placing the bag in front of him on the bed.

“Wait, here,” he turned around and grabbed Steve’s gift, “For you kind sir,” he said bowing down.

He laughed and grabbed the bag, “Why thank you!”

“You should go first. It’s stupid and I honestly don’t think you’ll like it.”

“Doubt it,” he sat on the bed next to Eddie and took the tissue paper out of the bag. He had gotten him a bunch of patches for his vest.

“I know it’s dumb. I got one at every stop on the tour because they all had them for some reason. I just saw one and remembered seeing the vest one day at your house and thought, ‘hey maybe Steve wears it cause why else would he have kept that nasty jacket’, and here you are so you know-”

“Eddie,” he shushed him. He was beaming at the gift and looked like he was on the verge of tears. “I really love it, thank you.” Steve held his arms out and wrapped him in a tight hug. This is what he really missed. Steve’s presence. His warmness. The way anytime he walked into a room he immediately felt happy. Like he could breathe again.

“Uh yeah of course. It suits you, by the way.”

“Yeah?” Steve whispered pulling back.

“Definitely,” he grinned. “I’m really loving this whole look,” he winked.

“I hoped so. Robin convinced me to go ‘further out than normal’, you know? I mean like with the fake ear piercing and stuff,” he said gesturing to the stick-on gemstones on his face.

“What do you mean ‘than normal’?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Oh, I guess I- uh- dress like this sometimes. To go to bars and stuff.”

“Damn Steve, you’ve been holding out on me.”

“Lucky for you, I kinda like it. Now, I believe it’s your turn,” he pushed the gift even closer to him, “and please be honest with me. If it’s too much or too weird let me know and we can act like this never happened.” He gave Steve a questioning look before grabbing the first item on top (which by the way, first?? There are way too many gifts in here. Now he feels horrible. This man is way too good for him).

When he pulled it out it was a smaller bag. “Hmm let me guess, is it another bag?” he said while he pulled the drawstrings.

“Shut up and open it.” Inside the bag was a pick. It was painted with a wide variety of colors and what looks like an attempt to draw a dragon.

He laughed to try to cover up the fact that he was probably about to cry, “Stevie, it’s amazing. Very beautiful, you should be an art teacher.”

“Thanks, I’ll talk to the principal.” Eddie laughed and stared at the ceiling to blink back his tears (which if he was completely honest, were still partly from the perfume). “Dude, don’t get all mushy, this is only the first one.”

“Yeah, yeah it’s only going to get worse from here.” He reached down into the bag and pulled out a mixtape. He flipped it over and read Steve’s track list on the back. “Oh Harrington, these songs are… horrendous,” he looked over at him with a smirk.

“I know you love it,” he said leaning closer and returning the smirk.

He sighed, “I do. Thank you.”

“Mhm,” he nodded back at the bag.

“You spoil me, man.”

“You deserve it.” Jesus. Okay, now he’s blushing. Like an embarrassing amount. The next item he pulled out was a ring tray, which had also been beautifully painted. “That goes with the next gift,” he pointed at the bottom of the bag.

He looked in the bag and saw that it was a ring box. A very expensive-looking ring box. He pulled it out and held it in his hand, “you proposing already?”

“Nah, feel like I should wait ‘til at least the second date for that.”

“Are you asking me out? And already promising a second. Wow. Power move,” he joked. Because that’s all he could do right?

Steve blushed, “if that’s okay, yeah I am.”

Is this real life? He pinched himself before wincing. Yep. Real. Wow. “Uh- yeah of course. I’d really like that.” He smiled.

“Good,” Steve reached forwards and opened the box inside Eddie’s hands. The ring was absolutely beautiful.

“Steve- I- I don’t know what to say,” he stuttered, “it’s perfect. I love it.” I love you. He was definitely crying now. Every last detail of the ring and the man that gifted it was perfect. In every way, shape, and form.

“Here,” Steve said, taking the ring from Eddie and grabbing his hand, “we should finish this proposal off right.” He slid the ring onto Eddie’s finger (and he wasn’t, couldn’t be, disappointed that it wasn’t the ring finger). He looked at the ring on his hand before intertwining their fingers.

“Stevie,” he shook his head in disbelief.

“Ed’s?” Steve said, using his free hand to tuck Eddie’s hair behind his ear.

He couldn’t find words. He was totally blanking. He just nodded like a fool before leaning in. And he kissed him. He really, finally did. It was… magic. It was the only word that he ended up finding. It was fucking magical. Time all of a sudden wasn’t right for him. It was either too fast in the moment or really slow. Either way, he’d never know. Magic.

When they pulled away, he just shook his head again. “What toothpaste do you use?”

“What?” He asked, brain still foggy from everything that just happened.

“You taste good.” Jesus Christ. This man doesn’t have a filter. Way to kill a man my god. (If this was how he died, he’d be pleased.)

“That I will never tell.” These two weeks would not go by fast enough.

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Another Eddie pov! Oh em goodness we did it. The happy little gay boys smooched. Yip yip. Is this part shorter or longer than normal? Honestly can’t tell. Thank you soso much for reading this (you’ve made it a long way, congrats ig). Ik i said I’d write another fic but honestly I don’t feel like it. But I’d love to see it written so hmu if your down with writing a crappy fic idea <3 lastly three rules of this fic: one- we don’t talk about how different the indentations are. I regret putting them in the first place, but I can’t just stop now or I’ll go insane :). Two- I am aware I overuse italicizations. Three- there is probably so many grammar and spelling errors to the point I don’t even care anymore. anyways y’all comment or reblog if you want to be tagged. I’m sorry if I didn’t tag you just lmk and I’ll add you to the list!

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