Thinking about Lan Sizhui teaching Jin Ling how to play guqin.
Thinking about Jin Ling absolutely bored to tears by the fundamentals until he hears how beautifully Lan Sizhui plays and suddenly takes an interest (in the guqin, definitely the guqin, he’s interested in the guqin only, okay??)
Thinking about Jin Ling practicing outside of classes because he wants to impress Lan Sizhui by how much he’s improved and wants to make him proud and wants to see his face light up with a smile—I mean, what? No no no, he just wants to show initiative to learn, that’s all there is to it, nothing more. Nothing at all.
Thinking about Lan Sizhui finding Jin Ling asleep on his guqin after a night of wearing himself out with extra practice and gently waking him up to safely escort him back to his room so he doesn’t get caught by their seniors. Meanwhile, Jin Ling sleepily leans against him on the walk back to his room because it’s normal, he’s just tired, it’s obviously normal because Lan Sizhui slips his hand into his and smiles and Jin Ling’s heart feels like it’s on fire. Oh no.
Thinking about Jin Ling opening up to Lan Sizhui about his nightmares from all the trauma he’s endured and Lan Sizhui staying to play guqin for him until he falls asleep, each note chasing away every bad dream that tries to disturb him.
Thinking about them practicing guqin alone together the next day. And the day after. And the day after that—and they really are practicing but it’s a little hard to focus when Lan Sizhui keeps putting his hands over Jin Ling’s to move them to the correct strings, and Jin Ling’s face is a breath away from Lan Sizhui’s every time he leans over to help him.
It’s just guqin practice, that’s all there is to it, perfectly normal. 🩵💛
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For the Steddie prompts: 13 and 27
13 ; Covered in blood + 27 ; “Sorry I have to take the fangs out before we kiss.”
Steve hadn't really wanted to go to the big Halloween event that someone thought would be a good idea but, as usual, all Eddie had to do was look at him with his sad doe-eyes.
It was a weird mess. Not specifically for kids but that's the majority of those that have turned up. Most of the adults hadn't bothered putting on costumes either and the few that had... well, they were lackluster to say the least.
Steve and Eddie were both a little excited. They'd gotten a little competitive in their costumes. Eddie in his full-on Dracula, with a cape and plastic fangs, Steve in his Madonna look, specifically the white dress she wore at the mtv video music awards.
Eddie had wolf whistled when they'd met up, just outside the event.
"Didn't think you had it in you, big boy," Eddie hadn't been able to take his eyes off the outfit, reaching out to hold his waist like it was a compulsion. "You look... wow."
Steve had laughed, resisting the urge to cross his arms, to hide.
He was painfully relieved when his look didn't get too much negative attention. Oddly enough, it got him more attention from the girls than he'd received for a while. It was worth it for the dark, jealous looks Eddie kept sending him.
"Steve, hey wait!"
Steve turns, frowning at Tommy. "What is it?"
Tommy smirks, stops where he is too- an oddly large distance between them but Steve isn't willing to cross it. "Just... wanted to say hey. It's been a while, ya know? How've you been?"
"Alright?" Steve turns, looking over to Eddie- he looks just as confused as Steve feels. "What do you really want?"
"Nothing!" Tommy raises his hands defensively. "Really. I just-"
He cuts himself off with a snort. At the same time, something wet and cold pours down, directly on Steves head. He squeezes his eyes shut, tensing up, as it very quickly soaks him.
The room goes completely silent after a moment of shocked gasps.
Steve wipes at his eyes- it's sticky, he realizes. Immediately after, realizing what it is that's been dropped on him. When he opens his eyes, his intuition is confirmed; dark, red, blood.
"Funny," Steve says, immediately trying to defuse the tension. He can hear how strained his voice is though. He knows he isn't fooling anyone. "It's a... good reference."
Tommy snorts but, despite how amused he looks, even he seems to know better than to laugh. The air is too thick, too tense.
Steve quietly steps around Tommy, careful to keep his pace even. He's not rushing, he's walking at a normal pace, he's fine.
He's not.
Eddie soon steps out after him, quickly catching up. He grabs Steves hand and pulls him, forcing him to go faster, almost dragging him to his van. He's muttering under his breath the whole time, cursing Tommy out.
"Eddie," Steves tries.
Eddie ignores him, pulling out a towel from the back of his van and trying to wipe as much of the blood off of him as he can.
"Eddie, I'm fine."
"I'm not," Eddie immediately snaps back, turning to glare at the door. "That... fuck him. Fuck all of them. Assholes."
"Really, Eddie, I'm fine. It was a bad joke. I'm just upset that they ruined my hair."
"No, you're not," Eddie finally stops, standing up straight, frowning. "I know how much effort you put into this, baby."
"Yeah, well... it looked good while it lasted, right? It was worth it?"
"Completely. God, so worth it, Stevie. You looked beautiful."
Steve nods, mostly to himself. "So it's fine. I looked great, I even got to have my own Carrie moment. I'd say the night went well."
"Yeah," Eddie huffs a little laugh, looking at Steve with awe in his eyes. "Yeah, alright, it went well."
Steve can't help grinning, grabbing the collar of Eddies shirt to pull him in-
"Oh, wait, sorry," Eddie snickers, gently pushing him back. "I have to take the fangs out before we kiss."
"Jesus Christ," Steve mutters, rolling his eyes. He was trying to sound annoyed. He just sounds fond.
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