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ackermanslov4r · 8 months

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how would levi receive each of the love language ?

PHYSICAL TOUCH

Levi is a complete stranger to touch. He always made sure to keep a certain distance with others, hoping that putting up physical barriers would stop his heart from getting attached,that he’d save himself from any more grief and loss if only no one approached him.

So when you first touched him, even if it was just fingers slightly brushing against each other or the ghost of a hand on his shoulder ; even just that threw his whole world upside down. He went from avoiding touch to craving it in a split seconds, every fibers of his body now yearning for your touch.

He’s not one to initiate it, unless in private (and even then he still struggle to grasp the idea that his desires can be act upon,and don’t have to simply stay ideas and daydreams) but he’s almost always sending small signals that his hand would like to be held,that his arms would absolutely love to rest around your waist and that his lips have been deprived of yours for too long. In public he has to maintain a certain image, so only small unnoticeable touches are allowed, but as soon as you’re in the privacy of your room or home then he’s always in touch with you in one way or another.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATIONS

Levi crave your sweet words almost as much as he crave your touch. He’s not used to being complimented on anything other than his fighting skills,and he’s spent most of his life feeling disconnected from himself,not paying attention to his appearance or to his personality ,only making sure he was always at the best of his strength.

So when you tell him how you love this or that about him, that you like the way he does his tea or comb his hair, he doesn’t really know how to take it and simply stare at you for a few seconds while trying to comprehend the wave of emotions that’s pouring over him. You noticed details about him that he didn’t even know were there,making him feel like more than just a soldier,making him feel like Levi and not simply humanity’s strongest soldier.

Sometimes he’d do things specifically to try and earn a compliment from you, never directly asking for your reassurance but always looking for it.

QUALITY TIME

In a world where time is so rare, where additional minutes are earned through training and fighting, Levi would be mitigated whenever you choose to spend your precious time with him,telling you that maybe it’ll be more useful for you to be training for the next mission than to be with him, silently trying to communicate his fear of losing you through his harsh commands.

But despite his words, he doesn’t show any sign of actually wanting to see you somewhere else,his soul craving for your presence while his brain fills with worries and scenarios each worse than the one before. Sometimes it’s like he can hear time’s clicking clock when you’re together,his whole body tensing as he wonder how many days you’ll get, if one of you will have to continue without the other, if the joy of loving you is worth the pain of losing you.

But even with his fears,there’s nothing he loves more than to spend time with you,and even when he complains he still seek your presence as your absence,even for a few seconds, is worse than any suffering he’s ever been put through.

GIFT GIVING

Levi could count on one hand how many gifts he’d received in his life. Just like touch and words, gifts were rarely directed toward him, his circles so small that unless occasional “giftperiments” from Hange ; no one ever really thought about giving presents to each other.

So whenever you do think about getting him something, he’s left in a slight state of shock as well as true adoration toward your gesture. He doesn’t care about wether or not he likes the gift or can find a use to it, because no matter what he’ll cherish it,carefully storing it to make sure it doesn’t get damaged or stolen,looking at it after a nightmare to bring him back to reality.

Your gifts will warm his heart and serve as a reminder of your love,of what he’s fighting for,of what makes life worth living.

ACTS OF SERVICES

Due to his place in the Scouts, Levi has a pretty busy schedule,and rarely have time to do anything that isn’t related to his job. Over the years he’s gotten used to it,used to the tiredness and exhaustion, never really wishing for more free time as he can scarcely recall the last time he had any.

So whenever he realizes that his schedule now has an empty space because you’ve taken care of whatever duty he had to do, he’s left completely bewildered,wondering what to do of this time but also why,after all he’s done, all the blood on his hands, why he deserves such an affectionate and caring person in his life.

He never ask for you to do things for him as he’s used to doing them alone but also doesn’t want to bother you with such mundanities ; but if he ever comes home to find dinner already prepared, his paper works organized and his clothes cleaned, he’d feel such an overwhelming wave of love that words will fail him and he’d just stand here,holding you gently,pressing small kisses on your shoulders.

#sorry i’ve been going through a love language fanfic loophole #poor man is so unused to love #levi ackerman #attack on titan #levi ackerman headcanons #levi headcanons #aot hcs #captain levi #levi aot #levi ackerman x you #anime #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader

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nelkcats · 1 year

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The Banshee, a JL mystery

A foreign case was being discussed by the Justice League, in general it was not bad, just rare.

It began a couple of months ago, a tourist had come to Star City, but he did not visit the city, he did not even register, he just pop out of nowhere, went to the cemetery, and apparently the cameras recorded him placing flowers in all the tombs and talking with the air or with some of the people engraved in the stones, they were not sure of it.

The strange thing was that the cameras around him were always corrupted, they needed the JLD to even stabilize the image, and ¿was that not worrying? They assumed that something supernatural was following him, the boy looked strictly human, but even the trackers that they tried to put were damaged around him.

Unfortunate for the entire league, although they had the guy features, the image was not clear enough for facial recognition.

The corrupted sound of the camaras sounded like a wail, or a cry, Constantine commented it remembered him to a banshee, so they started to call him "The Banshee" even if Zatanna told them Banshee were strictly women, it stayed.

The wave of visits continued, the boy went through Central City, Metropolis, Washington, Gotham, but it was later where something relevant happened again.

Jason was visiting his own grave when he noticed the boy, he tells, he cared because the young man seemed disconsolate looking at the graves, even yearning if that had some sense.

"Did you know him?" It may be the case of B, but it still had him intrigued. Also, the guy was looking at his grave, he felt like he have the right to ask.

"No, but you could say I already did" the boy sighed, stroking the stone of the tomb "I would also like it-..." Danny stopped, he should not be telling his problems to the owner of the tomb "Ah, no matter, it's good to know he was loved"

Jelousy, the reason why Danny visited the cemeteries was to calm himself, surrounded by what he wants but can not occur, to cry as no one cried for him, Clockwork always said that a part of him died at the moment nobody pay attention to his death, and ¿wasn't that funny?

"¿How do you know?" If someone asked Jason, he would affirm that it was uncomfortable to talk about himself as if he was still dead, but he couldn't do anything about it now.

"Well, he's buried and has a proper resting place, they keep bringing him flowers even though the inside of his grave is empty, you can see the recently removed earth; Many of the dead don't have that luxury, their bodies left somewhere, the missing people were never given a proper burial, I don't know man, ghosts can't build their own graves ¿you know?" He was probably ranting and he knew it, but Danny was tired, he wanted that too, and it was such a stupid rule not to be able to give himself his own resting place, but he wasn't going to burden Jazz, Sam, or Tucker with giving him a funeral.

It was the reason he did this, why he visited cemeteries, laid flowers and talked to the resident ghosts, he wanted to know the feeling, wanted to know what he had lost, wanted to be mourned too.

"Anyway, nice to meet you Nosaj Ddot, be a little grateful for what you have, ¿okay? I know some who would kill for it" he smiled ruefully, starting to pick up his basket of flowers, he had already made his rounds anyway. It was probably time to go back to Amity Park.

"¿Nosaj? What are you talking about-" but the boy was already gone, disappeared into thin air, his communications re-established at the same moment that he noticed his damaged tracker right next to the grave, a short circuit.

"The banshee ¿uh?, he sure is an interesting guy, maybe the League is really onto something this time."

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f4iryyuiirz · 3 months

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synopsis: what i think the main three boy's love languages would be (giving + receiving)

characters: stan, kyle, kenny

date written: 08/02/24

warnings: n/a

stan marsh

giving: quality time + physical affection

i feel like at times stan just wants to give you his undivided attention and not have to focus on the troubles of the world outside. like his dad, his sister, the farm. but all those worries disappear as soon as he can just spend time with you. you guys don’t even have to be doing anything; you could just be cuddling in silence, and he would still be comforted by knowing you’re still with him, and he can give you every ounce of the love he has for you. he also loves holding you in his arms after a long day and just listening to you talk or the sound of your breathing. he loves to pepper your face with kisses. he also loves to cuddle, so if you ever feel even a little upset, he’s got you.

receiving: words of affirmation + physical affection

there are days where stan doesn’t even have enough energy to get out of bed in the morning, which are the days where he needs your comfort the most. just hearing even the basic stuff like ‘i love you’ or ‘you are a good person’ would send chills down his spine because he was actually being treated like a human, and not a useless punching bag by his sister or as a walking campaign by his dad. at times, stan is just so used to being alone that he feels uneasy being so close to you, but he really, really doesn't want to let anytime soon, it was too late anyways. he already loved you too much.

kyle broflovski

giving: acts of service + quality time

kyle appreciates any time he has with you, even if it is doing school work together. he never finds the silence to be awkward, and doesn’t feel it necessary to fill the air with words. only sounds are of the pencil kyle is using scratching softly on his notebook and the click-clacking of the laptop kyle let you borrow because you forgot yours at home. which brings me to my next topic, acts of service. imagine you’re in class and you forgot your pencil, don’t worry kyle’s got a spare. you don’t like olives on you pizza? kyle is happy to scrape them off for you. didn’t want to bring a jacket and now you’re about to die of pneumonia? kyle to the rescue, but straight after he’ll give you a long lecture about how he was right and you should have listened to him and brought your jacket. but it's okay because he does that out of love as well.

receiving: words of affirmation + acts of service

kyle can get insecure; sometimes the guy’s words get to him. like the time he got voted the worst looking in the class. that hurt him big time so having you just say something like ‘i like your nose’ or ‘i think your hair is cute’ can make quite the difference. he also doesn’t mind letting you see him without his hat, because he trusts you wouldn’t go out of your way to hurt him and after a while of dating he might even let you touch it. as much as kyle does love doing things for you here and there he also would like the same done for him. he likes the idea of knowing you care about him and his feelings just as much as he cares about you. if he’s sick, he knows he can trust you to take notes for him so he can copy them or you could bring him some soup. it could be anything even if it’s small he doesn’t care. as long as he knows you care.

kenny mccormick

giving: physical affection + acts of service

now, we all know kenny is a very physical person, who loves rather sensual physical things but he also loves to just cuddle you after a bad day or just holding hands. he also loves kissing you, wether or not that leads to something more is up to you. he is also pretty cool with pda, as long as you’re comfortable of course. he gets handsy too; he might slip his hand in your back pocket or he’ll gently scratches your back and run his fingers through your hair, caressing your cheeks. He could also would wrap him and you in his parka while just rubbing your back.

speaking of his parka, he let’s you borrow it if you get cold. but before he does he would drown it in the cologne he ‘borrowed’ from stan. he would also get you flowers that reminded him of you from the park. since kenny doesn’t have alot of money and he would want to spoil you if he did, acts of service is the next best thing for him as he can still treat you the way you deserve to be treated. he could take out the trash for you if he saw that you didn’t like doing it or taking care of you when you’re sick even if he gets sick because he’s more worried about you. when he gathers a few bucks, he might even buy you a energy bar with chocolate in it. but whatever he does or gets for you just know that he does it with all the love in his heart for you and just you.

receiving: physical affection + gift giving

as much as kenny loves kissing you and touching you, he loves knowing that you actually like doing those things even more. kenny just wants the same he gives out. he’s pretty touch starved, even just a simple kiss on the cheek is enough to make his day. he also loves being held and kissed and cuddled just as he does to you. he gets pretty clingy because he gets lonely, the only people he has to talk to at home is karen. his parents are out drinking and his brother is doing only god knows what in his room with his friends. kenny wants to feel loved, and wants to feel like he's in a loving relationship with someone who truly cares for him. he wants to be held and kissed, and to feel like he's actually important to someone.

kenny might not have money, but he appreciates the small things. seeing you spend money on him and being excited to give him anything you buy makes him happy. he understands the value of everything and appreciates it. and it doesn’t even have to be things you bought, it could be something you made specifically for him, especially if it involves cooking, like homemade cookies or cakes or something more personal, like a picture or drawing. he isn’t really picky, but he is very grateful to have someone like you in his life and just hopes you feel the same about him.

a/n: it took me 3 days to write this but i can’t tell if it’s shitty or not.

#south park hcs #south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mcormick x reader #south park #writing #my writing #x reader #gender neutral reader #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #marjorineirlwrites #chayungwrites #love language

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seneon · 11 months

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omgomgomg.. blue lock 11 and their love languages in your opinion...

blue lock eleven and their love languages.

about. gender neutral! reader. contains fluff and crack.

notes. i'm not sure if the author of blue lock has ever mentioned their love languages before but i do know that he noted some of their kinks before 😧

YOICHI ISAGI — QUALITY TIME / WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

isagi would be the type to make time for you even if he's busy. he'd just cram his schedule or straightaway ditch them just for you. he also likes to affirm his s/o despite having a foul mouth 💀 but hey, you get a mouth that can affirm and destroy so yeah...

MEGURU BACHIRA — PHYSICAL TOUCH

bachira won't stop clinging onto you and will literally follow you everywhere you go. you find it cute though, but when he sensed even a single discomfort, he would stop following you around. of course, you can never forget hours of cuddles with bachira!! he loves holding your hands too.

HYOMA CHIGIRI — GIFT GIVING

chigiri knows all the best products that his s/o likes because of his sister. but he would literally go all out just to buy the skincare products, books, drinks, whatever, that you want just to keep you happy. chigiri is the type to spoil his s/o and himself too.

SEISHIRO NAGI — PHYSICAL TOUCH

nagi is quite the lazy person and reo pretty much does everything for him so he'd probably be the one who's also really clingy to you. except his clinging is putting his entire body on you thinking you're huge enough like reo to carry him or something. jokes aside— he's the type of guy who loves hugging you from behind.

RIN ITOSHI — ACTS OF SERVICE / GIFT GIVING

rin's love language is most likely acts of service to show you how much he cares for you despite him having little to no time for you on his hands. he'll give you the princess treatment along with giving you gifts that he handmade himself since he's not that fond of spending that much money. he'll try his best to make you happy tho.

SHOEI BARO — ACTS OF SERVICE

baro is definitely going to cook, clean, service you and everything else. i mean, it's BARO... he's not gonna let you do anything but let you sit, relax and enjoy while he does all the work for you. it's just his way of showing how much he cares for you and he wouldn't want you to sweat or waste your energy.

REO MIKAGE — ALL FIVE LOVE LANGUAGES

reo is all in one. bros the whole package. he can shower you with sweet and loving words of affirmation, buy you a shit ton of gifts, treat you like a princess, cancel everything in his schedule just for you and hold your hands a lot. he also likes to kiss your hand. it makes him feel like a gentleman.

JYUBEI ARYU — QUALITY TIME

aryu would love spending his time with his s/o. you guys would do your mani and pedi together or go to beauty salons together. it's just going to be a wholesome thing with aryu. he loves to spend time with whoever he fell in love with and proclaims the most beautiful.

TABITO KARASU — PHYSICAL TOUCH

karasu always needs some type of touch to keep him going and alive. so he likes to wrap his arms around you and keep kissing your face everywhere. be careful though, he might overdo it and get too into it.

EITA OTOYA — PHYSICAL TOUCH / WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

otoya just takes physical touch differently and makes his own changes of rules for words of affirmation. he's always being seductive with you and just likes to randomly whisper sweet words into your ears whenever he's bored. idk but i think quality time too..

KENYU YUKIMIYA — QUALITY TIME / GIFT GIVING

yukimiya is a model right? he rarely has time for you. however, when he does have time, he'll spend every single minute of it with you— going on dates, just hanging out, vice versa. when he doesn't have time however, he tells someone from his modelling agency to buy you some gifts and sends them straight to your doorstep.

GIN GAGAMARU — ACTS OF SERVICE

gagamaru tries his hardest to make you happy with his love language. since he doesn't really know much about romance, he occasionally asks you questions about this and that, taking notes of your preferences then he'll service you with you perfect preference. like coffee, or your type of environment.

YŌ HIORI — WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

hiori is sort of, in a way, good with words. he might not do much, but his voice is enough for you. you love hearing him talk. when you told him about it, he never stopped talking and giving you comforting words that would never fail to make you feel loved.

IKKI NIKO — QUALITY TIME / PHYSICAL TOUCH

niko absolutely loves spending time with you. if anything else, he adores it more than anything else. in those quality times, he likes to admire your eyes and give you shy little hugs, or style your hair. anything in those quality time is fine with him, as long as he gets to spend it with you.

#🎥 senreqs #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock hcs #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #itoshi rin #chigiri hyoma #yo hiori #yukimiya kenyu #otoya eita #karasu tabito #aryu jyubei #ikki niko #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #bllk scenarios #blue lock love languages

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 4 months

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@steddiemas Day 25 - Opening gifts

pairing: steddie | word count: 2,674 | rated: T

hello again friends! this one is late (again, i'm sorry 😭) but here's the next part for day 25!! I had a great holiday and i hope you all did too!!

The whirlwind of the next couple days surprises him; after dinner on the 21st, there was a whole two days where he didn’t see Steve at all.

He was out of town on the 22nd alltogether for what Robin called “The Harrington Fake As Fuck Holiday Tour”, off seeing his grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, and the 23rd is when Wayne’s plant had their Christmas potluck.

He may not have liked the holiday season all that much in the years before this, but who is he to turn down a full day of food?

It was on the way home from said potluck that Eddie realized.

“Oh fuck..”

“Hm?” Wayne hums from the driver’s seat.

“Oh fuck. Fuckfuckfuck! I don’t have a present for him!” Eddie whips his head around to gape at the side of his uncle’s face, “Wayne, I don’t have a present for Steve!”

Wayne huffs out a breath, a low “Goddammit, boy.” coming out with it.

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Sounds like you’re goin’ shoppin’ tomorrow, Ed.” he’s still shaking his head.

“I don’t have the cash for that, what am I supposed to do? What do you get your brand new boyfriend for Christmas?” Eddie pauses. “Wait, are we boyfriends?”

“Y’do know you two were friends before you were maybe boyfriends, right?” Wayne says, “What were ya gonna give him?”

“I was going to make him a battle jacket–but that’s not nearly good enough, Wayne! He only wore mine that one time! What was I thinking, he doesn’t wear vests, he needs something better, I need more cash, he needs something-–”

“Calm down Eds, take a breath.” Wayne takes a hand off the wheel to clasp a hand over Eddie’s shoulder. “Steve will appreciate literally anything you give him, he even liked it when you kissed him,”

“Shut up,”

“And you may be right,” Wayne shrugs, taking his hand off Eddie’s shoulder to do so, “He might not be a vest kinda guy, but what if ya, now hear me out on this, leave the sleeves on the damn thing?”

Eddie turns to blink stupidly at his uncle, now gazing at him as if over a pair of invisible glasses.

They both burst out laughing, “Okay, okay, I’ll still make him the jacket…though I don’t know if I have enough patches.”

Wayne only scoffs at him, turning his attention back to the road when the light turns green, “That’s a damn lie and you know it.”

“I don’t!” “You have a whole fuckin’ shoebox of ‘em in that closet of yours! You dump it out every time you add something to your own vest.”

“Let me rephrase: I don’t have enough Steve patches.”

“The hell is a Steve Patch?”

A Steve Patch, as Wayne soon finds out, is one of any number of patches Eddie may get his grubby paws on that isn’t something to do with one of the bands he listens to, or something to do with that game he likes.

“It’s gotta be things he likes, right?”

“Sure,” Wayne nods from his recliner, not bothering to look up from his paper at the pile of patches and miscellaneous bobbins of thread that his nephew has dumped all over their coffee table. “Or you can add a few that’ll remind him of you and take him to get more’a his own later. Make a day of it.”

His silence makes Wayne look up. Eddie’s gaping at him.

“What?”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a genius?”

“Hmph,” he says, and goes back to reading.

Eddie’s hushed ‘Ow!’s and ‘Fuck!’s mingle with the low radio playing through the rest of their evening.

Steve’s old-new jacket was thrifted a couple months ago now, the denim only a couple shades darker than the denim of his own vest, and Eddie’d immediately brought it home and told Wayne of his plan.

His uncle had called him on his intentions almost as quick, saying “He must be pretty special, huh?”

So Eddie worked through the night, moving into his own room come about three on the morning of the 24th to let Wayne sleep in peace. In the end, he only had four patches to add to the jacket: an Ozzy patch for Steve’s similar bat chomping prowess, one of the KISS logo since Steve had really taken to a few of their songs, a D20 for him and the rest of the party, and a scruffy-looking BMW patch he’d found at the same time he’d found the jacket; but the longer part of his work was the painstakingly embroidering a scattering of bats up the left arm of the jacket, and the best copy of Steve’s spiked nailbat he could manage along the backside of the right forearm, putting the spiked end close to the end of the sleeve.

He packed it up carefully, in a box that previously held kindling (old notes leftover from school), wrapping it up with a couple sheets of the last months’ Funnies, and laid down to catch at least a couple hours.

-x-

A few hours later, Eddie finds himself on the Harringtons’ front steps.

Steve should be back by now, of course, and the rest of the party he knows will be at home with the rest of their families. It is Christmas Eve, of course.

He hoped to just drop by to give Steve his gift, but he secretly hoped Mr. and Mrs. Harrington would continue to be America’s Greatest Parents and make themselves scarce for the fifth year in a row.

Aw fuck, that’s a shitty thing to think, hoping that his boyfrien—best frien—frien— Steve’s parents would be gone so Steve would have time for him?

How did Steve find it in him to like Christmas so damn much if his parents were always gone? Was Robin even telling the truth? Have they really been gone each of the past four?

Eddie’s almost-panicked contemplation is interrupted when Steve opens the door.

“Eds, hi! What are yo—”

“How do you like Christmas so much?”

“Uh..what?”

Damn it Eddie, this is not the time for this. “Nevermind, nevermind, hey Stevie; can I come in?”

“Yeah, o’course.” He steps out of the way of the door and closes the door behind Eddie when he enters. “What brings you by? Not doing anything with Wayne?”

“He’s working tonight, so our only plans are cinnamon rolls for breakfast in the morning.” he shrugs.

Steve nods, “So what’ve you got there, sweetheart?”

Eddie’s heart swoops at the name, “I uh, got you something.”

“You did?” His face looks incredibly fond.

“Yeah, so you better have gotten me something too, big boy.” Eddie huffs, wrestling with the laces on his boots “I’ll tell you all about it as soon as I get these off.”

Suddenly, Steve’s down on one knee in front of him and reaching for his leg. “Give it here before you fall over.”

Steve hooks one hand around the back of his heel, and the other makes quick work of the fraying laces. Eddie quite likes to think he was holding it together just fine, thank you, until Steve’s hand moves from his laces to the back of his knee.

Eddie’s face flushes fast, and his boot is off in the next second.

Who the fuck has a knee-pit thing?

Steve sets down that leg and carefully lifts the other for the same treatment.

Okay, maybe it’s just a ‘Steve is touching a part of me that literally no one else ever has before’ thing, but still.

All in all, it was maybe a whole 30 seconds that Steve was knelt down in front of him, but it felt like it was an instant and like it was hours at the same time.

“There ya go” Steve grins, standing again, “Can I open my present now?”

“Be my guest, sunshine.” he passes Steve the box very cool-like and not at all still flustered with his voice still pitched high, thank you very much.

Steve starts in on Garfield, stolling into the living room and leaving a trail of shredded paper in his wake.

“Ooh, a box, thanks Eds.” Steve smirks, sinking onto the end of the couch closest to the tree.

“Ha ha ha.” Eddie deadpans in return, shoving his hands into his pockets and wanting desperately to look away from Steve’s possible reaction; but he can’t. He’s nearly vibrating in anticipation.

He finally tears through the flimsy scotch tape holding the top flaps together and opens it.

Steve’s eyes jump to Eddie’s immediately, his jaw dropping.

“Is this–” he looks back down at it, pulls the jacket out and free of the box as he stands back up to hold it out in front of him.

Eddie’s face feels like it’s on fire, like his innards are stretched and twisted like the world’s most complicated pretzel.

Steve’s eyes are on him again, “You made me a battle jacket?”

All Eddie could do was nod, his throat clenched tight.

His heart was thrust somewhere into the aforementioned gut-pretzel when Steve slipped the jacket over his shoulders.

Why he thought he could see it better while it was on him is knowledge lost to Eddie, but he tries his damndest to twist around to see the BMW and KISS patches on his right side. He seemed to notice the threads covering his arms when trying to pull the left hem of the jacket around to admire the Ozzy and D20 patches there.

“Eddie, did you—” Steve looks up at him in wonder

“Mm hmm,” he nods, then has to yank his hands out of his pockets as quickly as he can, wrapping his palms over careful stitches in denim when Steve takes two long strides to pull Eddie to him.

Now, up until the exact moment Steve’s lips were on his, Eddie could be convinced that what happened on Steve’s back patio a couple days ago was just a fluke; a daydream maybe, possibly a nightmare meant to torture him and he really had died back in March.

But he didn’t.

He was here. Being kissed by his boyfriend. For a present he’d given him for Christmas.

Holy shit..

“Eddie..” Steve breathes his name like a prayer and Eddie’s stomach swoops in response. “You are amazing, d’y’know that?”

Eddie hums into another kiss, his head is swimming, “Hmmm..no. Tell me again.” he teases.

Steve huffs a laugh, “You are amazing, Eddie Munson, you stitched this with your own two hands just for me?”

“It’s only four patches.” he noses forward to connect their lips again, but is held at bay. He opens his eyes to Steve’s own boring into him.

“It’s only nothing, Eds. Do you see this?!” Steve lifts his arm between them, the right one with the nail bat, “And this?” he says, re-placing his hand on Eddie’s cheek to lift his left into view instead, the arm with the bats. “You did that yourself, by hand. You are so fucking talented, Eddie. I love y--it. I love it. Thank you.”

Eddie’s finally rewarded with another kiss for having to suffer through that praise.

“You’re welcome, sunshine.”

Steve pulls back again, searching his face with those striking hazel eyes of his. His expression steels. “Damn you, Munson.” he practically hisses, letting Eddie go completely.

“Aw what?” he jokes over the stabbing pain in his gut, “First I’m amazing and now—”

“Oh shush,” Steve chides him, crouching down to search the lowest branches of his tree.

“We really need to find you a back patch for that thing.” he mumbles while Steve continues his search.

“Ah ha! Got it!” Steve stands and rushes back to him, “Here, open it.”

A simple white envelope is pressed into his hand.

“Look, Steve I really appreciate the thought,” Eddie starts, flipping open the top flap open, “But I’ve got a job you kno—”

His joking is cut off when he feels the thick cardstock finally drop into his palm from the upturned envelope.

Eddie looks down at it.

There’s two of them. General admission, for just a couple months from now.

Eddie’s not new to this, he’s been following the bits of news he could of his favorite bands’ tours and Iron Maiden is in what, Italy right now? He knew they were coming closer again soon but must not have been watching close enough.. He didn’t even realize these had gone on sale yet.

“Steve, these are–”

“Not as cool as Metallica or Ozzy, I know, but neither are coming by anywhere close anytime soon, and I knew you liked these guys too, the skull guy? Whatever, point is, I picked them up a couple weeks ago when me and Rob went up to Indy last and I thought maybe you and Wayne could go, or you and Jeff maybe—”

Eddie had stared, transfixed, while Steve went on his little tirade, pacing back and forth, but hold on..

“Hold on, Steve, stop.”

He does, looking nervous.

“Steve, sweetheart, first of all: thank you. This is amazing, perfect even! Second,” he drops the envelope onto the coffee table and runs his hands up and down Steve’s arms soothingly, “What in the world makes you think Wayne would want to come with me?”

It works, and Steve huffs out a laugh, rolling his eyes at him.

“You know what I meant, dickhead.”

“I know, sweetheart, but there’s only one person I’d want to come with me.”

Steve’s lips twitch, “I dunno Eds, I’m pretty cool with Claudia, but I don’t think even I could convince her to let her precious Dusty Buns go with you.”

Eddie smirks at him, letting his arms go “Now who’s being a dickhead.”

Steve smiles back, then his face falters, “You sure you like them? I can always get them exchanged or give them to someo—”

“You better fuckin’ not,” Eddie says, snatching the envelope back up and clutching it close to his chest, “My boyfriend got me these tickets, you cur.”

He expected Steve to latch on to that one, say something like “What–What’d you just call me?”, or “Cur? Who are you, Shakespeare?”, hell, even something as simple as “..Gross.”, but nothing comes.

He’s just…staring at him.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

“...Boyfriend?”

Oh shit.

“Um..” Eddie gulps loudly, “Y-yeah, that okay?”

Steve’s hands are cupped around his face not a second later, and his lips on Eddie’s another moment later.

He’s lost to the feeling instantly, there’s nothing but SteveSteveSteve running through his head, wading through his soupy brains to reach all corners.

Steve licks into his mouth and Eddie melts to his front, arms wrapping around his boyfriend.

Eventually, Steve pulls back enough to murmur, “I’d love to be your boyfriend, Eddie.”

Eddie kisses him again, nothing pushy, no expectations, only the weird sense of gratefulness he has for Steve accepting his new title.

Steve hums in satisfaction when Eddie finally does let him go and gives him a last quick peck on the nose, which Steve pushes him off for with a smile.

“So whattya wanna do tonight, sweetheart? You got any good movies around here?” Eddie says, turning to squat down in front of Steve and Robin’s pile of favorite tapes next to the TV.

“Well, you know…”

“..I know?” Eddie encourages, picking up a copy of Rocky Horror in one hand and Rocky in the other.

“There are some things I haven’t done with a boyfriend before..”

“Uh, yeah, I’d hope not Stevie.” Eddie scoffs as Steve starts to move, heading out the room, “You’ve never had one before.”

“Exactly.” He rounds the corner out the door.

Eddie assumes he’s heading to the kitchen for snacks, but drops both tapes when he hears the bottom step creak.

Oh.

You’re just a whole-ass idiot, aren’t you Munson?

“You comin’ Eds?”

Eddie’s on his feet in an instant and on the steps behind Steve before he’s even done talking. “Holy shit, uh..yes, yep, yeah the fuck I am, Jesus H. Christ.”

oooohh i think the fic rating is about to go up 👀

some notes:

i based the ticket text off this image from a Bon Jovi show a week before iron Maiden's scheduled show (i couldn't find a pic of the IM show ticket, and i'm not sure if it also started at 7:30)

$14.50 in November 1986 dollars would $40.33 in November 2023 dollars!

the show date is an actual date i got from Iron Maiden's website! and eddie was right, last he may have heard, they would've likely played their last shows in Italy before the holiday in '86.

i am not the first or last person to give steve a jacket with patches and i just know he's gonna have fun finding more pins and patches for it with both robin and eddie <3

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