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Eddie hates it when people don’t answer his calls. He hates it with passion.
It reminds him of too many things. It reminds him of manhunts and abandoned sheds, and no one on the other side of the line. It reminds him of cold, clammy hands, of hunger, of fear. Breaking bones and eldritch horrors he’d thought existed solely in cheap movies, not in real life, until he was brutally made aware of the fact that when people say everything’s possible, everything is possible.
Every time someone doesn’t answer the phone when he calls, panic starts to boil inside his veins and his brain immediately makes at least a dozen painful scenarios for him to dwell on. He knows that technically, they just don’t know that it’s him. But it doesn’t make him worry any less, so everyone’s learned to respect the rule. They just have to pick up. No matter what. Or he’ll freak out, drop everything he’s doing and come unexpectedly to check if everything’s alright.
There hasn’t been a single situation when things were actually bad—people go get groceries, take solid, deep naps, or they’re simply too lazy to pick up sometimes—but he always does that. Always.
Especially if it’s Steve who doesn’t answer. What if he fell? Or someone mugged him? Or he got into a fight? This brain can’t take any more damage. What if he’s in the hospital now, waiting to be anesthetized before surgery, and no one’s called Eddie yet, because to society they’re just some dudes living together?
There are too many options. Eddie doesn’t like taking chances anymore, so he slaps the “I’ll be back in a few” sign on the door, closes the shop and speeds through the town like he has nothing to lose. (And it’s quite stupid, because he has too many things to lose now—but he’s allowed to freak out once in a while.)
When he gets there and sees Steve pacing and gesturing animatedly in front of the window of their tiny but awfully cluttered kitchen, he finds out exactly what it means to have the whole world on your shoulders. Or, rather, to be finally freed from the pressure it creates.
It’s okay. It’s just a stupid phone call. It wasn’t even important, anyway.
Despite that, he takes his helmet off. Won’t hurt to remind Steve of the rule. And maybe kiss his pretty face a little while he’s here.
He doesn’t even have to enter their apartment to know that Steve’s not alone. First off – if Steve’s pacing and rambling, an anxious trait he’s picked up from Robin, wasn’t a hint enough – it’s loud. Their paper walls can barely hold back a normal conversation, let alone something resemblant of a heated discussion. Honestly, Eddie has no idea how their neighbors can stand them sometimes, with his metal, their late-night conversations and non-conversations alike, with the kids visiting so often. Although Steve is optimistic (they have some lovely neighbors, like sweet Gran Fran, but don’t ever let Eddie express his opinions about that old hag from across the hallway, Miss Hermans), he’s still waiting for that complaint to be filed.
Second, he smells coffee. Steve never makes coffee for just himself.
Eddie opens the door gingerly, remembering how easy it is to completely unhinge them by accident, and is about to scream something about getting home, when none other than Dustin Henderson cuts him off with a shriek.
“—because it’s actually pathetic, that’s why! Get a grip, man, just do it!”
“Oh, it’s so easy for you to say, because you’ve never actually tried—”
“And maybe I never will! If you won’t do it, how can I learn how to do it myself? You know that you guys are the closest thing to father figures!”
“Hey, don’t make it about yourself for once, maybe? Some humility?”
Dustin’s quiet for a second, but Eddie knows he’s not about to admit full defeat. “Yes, sorry,” he chokes out, finally. “But you’ve tried so many times, you should know that it doesn’t get any easier on another try. Just do it, it doesn’t matter how.”
“It does, though! To me, it—it does. It matters,” Steve mumbles back, and Eddie can picture his face in perfect detail. It’s Steve’s small voice, which means he’s worried about something, even though his worry doesn’t make any sense in everyone else’s eyes. He’s unsure: his brows are pinched, lips pursed, stare skittering around the room, never focusing on anything. Dustin knows this face too, because his tone gets softer.
“Okay, then walk me through it.”
“What?”
“Walk me through it. You’ll know what you want, how you want it, when and where, and it’ll be easier when you try it next time.”
“Dustin, I really don’t—I’m not sure it can get easier, ever.”
“Because you’re scared.”
Steve sighs deeply before he responds. “Yes. Because I’m scared.”
“It’s been eight years, Steve. What are you scared of?” Dustin’s voice is gentle, curious. He’s not judging, he genuinely wants to know the reasons, and so does Eddie. He leans against the wall, trying to sneak a peek of the kitchen unsuccessfully, and listens. A while passes before Steve speaks again.
“I think—There are so many things I’m afraid of. But the main one… It’s still rejection. Not being enough. Because it’s not like it’s anything formal, right? It’s only a promise, and if it ends up turned down…”
Chair legs scrape the floor and Eddie can hear two soft slaps – hands on shoulders, probably.
“Steve Harrington. Calm down. You know it’s not going to happen—no, don’t argue. I know it, and this alone should be enough. You are an amazing person. You’re great with people, you’re bright, you’re sweet, caring, you have so many talents. I love you, Steve,” the pause that follows is filled with something so heavy there’s a shift in the air. It has a different smell now. A little salty, a little warm. “And he loves you. More than you can imagine, probably. So just pop the question, Steve. And don’t back out with some stupid excuse like this morning.”
“Pop the question,” Steve says, his voice firm, only a little timid. “Yes, I think—I think I can do that.”
Eddie bounces off the wall and takes quiet, slow steps backwards. He can’t hear anything else, even though the conversation continues. He bites his tongue hard enough to make it bleed a little. A coppery taste floods his mouth as he closes the door.
Oh, it’s just so, so stupid. He would have said yes. Each and every time, he would have said yes.
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Later that day, when they’re lying in bed together, with the sheets rumpled, their bodies warm and mushy from the nap, with Eddie’s lips on Steve’s and Steve’s hands in Eddie’s hair, Eddie remembers the overheard conversation.
Well, no. That’s a lie. Because he hasn’t stopped thinking about it ever since.
Every single second of what, at first, seemed to be yet another annoying Monday, has been filled with reverie and anticipation. Dustin’s right – Eddie loves Steve. He loves him enough to risk hell for him, enough to argue with anyone who’s in any way mean to him. Enough to take his hand and say “You don’t have to be afraid when I’m with you”, even though Eddie’s the biggest coward in the whole wide world.
Eddie loves him. Loves his goofy smiles and scrunched happy faces, loves his moles and the uneven mustache he grows out sometimes when he’s bored. Eddie loves how gentle Steve is, how thoughtful and kind-hearted he is. How he helps Gran Fran replant her flowers each month with more enthusiasm than Eddie’s ever shown to anyone. How he talks to children, how much respect he has for those undermined by everyone else.
Eddie loves how he’s learned to stand up for himself. He’s proud of Steve, of how much he’s grown, of how he knows how to express what he needs and what he wants now. Eddie’s loved him for ages, maybe even longer than he’s aware of, but every single significant and insignificant change in Steve’s behavior and point of view makes him fall a little bit harder, every time. In any shape, in any form, there’s one constant in Eddie’s life: his love for Steve.
He likes to think that they do that to each other, both of them. That they help each other through inevitable changes, painful regressions and euphoric victories alike. He likes to think that together, they make one, healthy, living being – and apart they’re good, because they’ve grown to be good people thanks to the connections they’ve made overall. He likes this idea of just being good, together and apart. And he loves Steve for giving him the opportunity to be just that.
Eddie wants it to last. Desperately, intensely, madly. He wants it to last and he needs it to keep happening – he knows that, and he knows he has the capacity to do that. To be there, to stay. His hands touch Steve’s thigh, not in the slightest covered by those silly Hawkins Tigers shorts he’s kept, then they touch Steve’s soft, scarred belly, then they touch his chest, where his heart is beating steadily and peacefully, and he keeps kissing him and Steve keeps clingling back to him, and Eddie’s so sure.
He wants this. He wants to experience growing old together, he wants them to get all wrinkly and bald together, he wants the fights over who gets the most comfortable chair in their grandkids’ living room. He wants them to experience the highs and the lows of the family that they already have, and the one they’re going to build someday.
Eddie wants this. He wants Steve. The whole deal; the promised forever. And he doesn’t want to wait another second.
“Steve,” Eddie says, cutting the kiss short so suddenly Steve actually pulls him closer, chasing after the warmth of his lips. “I’m saying yes.”
“Mm. Okay,” he mumbles back, too kiss- and sleep-hazy to catch Eddie’s intention right away. He tries to bump their noses together—which is adorable, really, but Eddie can’t let him hijack and self-sabotage this proposal too.
“No, Steve,” he squeezes Steve’s side until he looks at him properly. “I love you. I’m saying yes.”
In awe, Eddie watches as Steve’s face goes through confusion, true bewilderment, a bit of fear and fleeting exhilaration, to finally settle on disbelief.
“How did you—”
Eddie laughs a little at that. “I called and you didn’t pick up.” Steve makes a little oh sound, already looking like a kicked puppy. “But it’s okay, doesn’t matter, not the point,” Eddie jumps in, anticipating an unnecessary apology. “The point is, I love you, and I’m saying yes.”
Steve stares at him for a long second, his eyes wide and earnest. His fingers slide from Eddie’s hair to finally settle on both of his cheeks, cradling them lovingly. Eddie kinda wants to cry.
“You’ll marry me?” Steve asks, incredulous, his voice only a bit louder than a whisper. The way he accentuates the word “marry” gives yet another layer of meaning to such a simple question. You’ll love me? Forever?
“I’ll marry you,” he replies without hesitation. “You’ll marry me?” You’ll love me? With my flaws?
“I’ll marry you,” Steve says back. Then he grins with his eyes glistening in the bedside light, and squishes Eddie’s cheeks so hard it squeezes the unshed tear right from his eye. “We’ll get married!”
Steve giggles happily, and Eddie laughs with him. There’s so much joy inside him—them, the whole room seems to get bigger. “We will,” he adds through a smile, already peppering his fiancé’s face with kisses.
“Oh gosh, I have to call Robin,” Steve manages through his giggles and Eddie loves him so much. “And Dustin!”
So, so much.
#steve harrignton#eddie munson#steddie#dustin henderson#stranger things#st4 fanfic#i've had SUCH a shit and busy month. i'm using them to heal myself lol#i wanted to make them so pathetically in love i accidentally made my eyes fall out of my skull bc of the cheesiness#proposal au#hehe#short and sweet#excuse me if i got too silly. my hand slipped
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AU of my fave romcom FEAT: Davekat
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The Love You Burn For ~ *Leona Kingscholar*
Summary: Leona is allowed to marry whomever he wants. And he wants to marry you.
Pairing: Leona Kingscholar X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluffy Drabble
Word Count: 928
Warning: Leona is OOC but I don't care
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Taglist: @goseew @savanaclaw1996
It wasn’t like him to be this nervous. Yet Leona found himself pacing around his room, clutching at his hair every so often. His bottom lip was becoming raw from how much he was biting it with his sharp teeth. Every couple of seconds he would check the gilded clock on the wall, wondering to himself why she must always be so late.
Right when he was about to call for Ruggie to go and fetch her, the door swung open and she tumbled in. He paused, bewildered to see her, which he shouldn't be. He asked her to meet him in his room twenty minutes ago. However every time he saw her, it always felt like the first time he was experiencing true beauty. Despite her disheveled appearance and rather rumpled clothes, she was still the most beautiful girl in the entire world to him. It was because of that and the fact that she was so charming and intelligent beyond her years that made him fall so irrevocably in love with her.
And it scared him to death. However, he told himself he wouldn't let his fear of how much he loved her get in the way of this moment. This was going to happen, no matter what.
“You needed to see me, Leona?” She asked, slightly out of breath.
Just as he suspected would happen, and what Ruggie teased him about when he mentioned his plan, Leona found his words caught in his throat. He fumbled with what to say but he didn't let his nerves show. He would not show her how much she unnerved him. "Yes, I did, yes.”
She nodded. “And the reason is…?”
“You see, the thing is...” And his brain went blank. Why was he trying so hard to find the right words? Couldn’t she see what he wanted to tell her and what was on his mind? Couldn’t she spare him the trouble of putting his thoughts into words and just answer his unspoken question?
Smiling her dazzling smile, she took his slightly sweaty hands in hers and he felt his breath catch despite himself. “It’s okay, Leona. Take all the time you need.”
“I want to marry you.”
Well that was less eloquent than what he was hoping for.
In the grand scheme of things, he didn’t even need to propose to her. As the second prince of Sunset Savanna, Leona could marry whichever noble he preferred, whether within their borders or in worlds beyond, no questions asked. But ever since this frumpy, clumsy, stunning baroness from his realm stumbled into his birthday ball years ago, he knew he wanted to be hers forever. She was everything he knew his brother Falena disapproved of, despite being of noble birth. She was cunning and crude, which contrasted against the loud albeit well-mannered household his oldest brother believed in. If anything, that was all the more reason he wanted to be with her. And the rules backed him up, stating he could marry any noble he desired, no questions asked.
Yet, despite this rule, Leona knew he had to ask. He wanted to hear her opinion about the idea, even if her rejection would break his heart forever. He cared about her enough that even if she didn’t want to be his forever, he would let her go. He loved her enough to put her happiness before his own.
Her eyes were wide and her mouth formed an o-shape. However, she still had his hands in hers. Sucking in her breath, she asked, “Are you sure?”
He nodded slowly, not liking what he was hearing. “I’m sure. Do you want to marry me?”
Again, there was a pause. “Leona, are you certain it’s me you want to marry?”
Confused, he questioned her. “What do you mean, am I certain? Of course I'm certain! That's a dumb question to ask.”
She smiled and shook her head. “Leona, dear, you could have any noble in the whole world. I wouldn’t even be surprised if your brother allowed you to marry a commoner. So why would you want to marry some common noblewoman who doesn’t quite fit into your family dynamic?”
“Because you’re not some common noblewoman who doesn’t quite fit my family’s dynamic.” He explained, squeezing her fingers affectionately. “You are eccentric, fun, and compassionate. Your intelligence in everything astounds me and your golden heart proceeds you. You make me want to become a better person, not just to my friends, but to you as well. You are whom I fell in love with and wish to spend my remaining days with. Besides, I also don't quite fit into my family's dynamic as well. But you don't see them tossing me out yet. However, if you do not feel the same way, I will stand by and let you be happy with whomever you prefer.”
“I feel the same way.” She breathed. “Of course I feel the same way you feel for me. I’ve loved you from the very first dance at your birthday ball. You captured my heart and stole my soul, and I don’t want it back. You are everything to me, Leona. I am just surprised that you love me so much you’d want to be with me forever in marriage. Forgive me, but you don't seem like the marrying type.”
“Of course I want to marry you.” He replied roughly before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I burn for you.”
She looked up at him with sparkling eyes and kissed his lips. “I burn for you too.”
#Twisted Wonderland#Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction#Twisted Wonderland Drabble#Anime#Anime Fanfiction#Anime Drabble#Savanaclaw#Leona Kingscholar#Leona Kingscholar X Reader#Leona Kingscholar Fanfiction#Leona Kingscholar Drabble#Leona Kingscholar Fluff#Leona#Leona X Reader#Leona Fanfiction#Leona Drabble#Leona Fluff#Proposal#Proposal AU#Royalty#Royalty AU#Drabble#Fluff
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Accidental Proposal ~ *Arataki Itto*
Summary: He loves you. He loves you so much he wants to marry you someday. Of course, as the two of you stargazing, he can't help but let it slip. Please say he didn't ruin the surprise!
Pairing: Arataki Itto X G/N!Reader
Genre: Fluffy Oneshot
Word Count: 1035
Warning: Arataki might be OOC?
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It was paradise. Life with you was nothing short of pure perfection. You were considerate, charming, and cute. The perfect significant other, if Arataki does say so himself, and he does, all the time. He wouldn’t trade what the two of you had for the world. And he knew you felt the exact same way.
Currently, you are cuddling together, watching the night sky overhead. His arm is over your shoulders and you’re practically buried into his side. A blanket is pulled up to your shoulders and you look so peaceful and cute. He can’t keep his eyes off of you. Have you always looked this perfect? Is he just now seeing your true beauty? Could he fall in love with you even more than he already had?
“I can’t wait to marry you.”
The world stopped for what felt like an eternity. Arataki felt you freeze after those words and he couldn’t stop the awkward smile from slipping onto his face. He shouldn’t have said it. He should have kept his mouth shut. The others told him that he should make his marriage proposal to you romantic, and this wasn’t very romantic.
You sat up and attempted to look in his eyes. But Arataki wouldn’t look at you. He couldn’t. He was frustrated. Did he ruin the surprise? How can he salvage this? He knew he made a mistake, but perhaps it could be fixed? Maybe? He wasn’t sure.
“What,” You breathed, catching his attention. “What did you say?”
“Nothing.” He answered quickly, hoping he could backtrack easily out of the mess he made with a charming smile. “Nothing at all. Don’t worry about it.”
“No.” Your voice was firm and it made his smile falter. “No, what did you say? Please tell me what you said again.”
“I…” He stuttered. Could he say it again? It was an accident the first time. And now, you were looking at him like that and he was getting all tongue-tied, which wasn’t unusual when he was around you. But this wasn’t romantic at all! He told his gang he would sweep you off your feet when he told you he loved you and wanted to marry you. How could he fix this and make it up to you?
Gently, you touched his cheek and he all but melted under your touch, one of his hands coming up to hold it. “Arataki, did you mean it? Did you really mean that you want to marry me?”
He couldn’t lie to you. He’s never been able to before and he wasn’t about to start now. So he nodded, finally looking into your watery eyes.
“Yes, I do want to marry you.”
A small sob escaped you and, unable to watch you cry, Arataki wrapped you in his arms. This wasn’t how he planned to do this in the slightest. He had a whole big plan in mind, taking you to all your favorite spots in Inazuma before proposing here at home with the stars in the sky. He even had a ring. He was just waiting for the perfect day.
And now he went and messed it all up. How could he be so reckless and ruin it all? Did you even want to marry him? He hoped he could win you over with his sweet and thoughtful, albeit over the top proposal. But he opened his big mouth and now he just had to hope for the best. Although, now that he was thinking about it, he did do the second half of the proposal. You were under the stars at home and he asked you to marry him. But he didn’t have the ring! So it wasn’t really complete-
“Okay.”
He froze, his thoughts locking up at your words.
“What?”
You looked up at him with shining eyes and a loving smile. “Okay. I will marry you. I would love to marry you.”
An awkward laugh spilled from his lips before he could stop it. Scratching the back of his neck, he shook his head. “Can you please not answer me right now? This isn’t how I wanted to propose to you. I had this whole plan in place and everything! I want to do it right! I mean, you deserve a perfect proposal, not an accidental slip of the tongue. So, um, please don’t say yes right now. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry.”
You shook your head, placing your hands on his. “Don’t apologize! I don’t care about some big fancy proposal. All I care about is that it’s you who wants to be with me forever. I’m just surprised you asked me out of the blue like this. Surprised, but happy. I’m very, very, very happy, my love.”
“Really?” His smile became more genuine. “You’re not just saying that? You really want to marry me?”
Pressing a long, loving kiss to his lips, he melted into it. You didn’t really need to answer him. He could feel the love you had for him. He could understand that with the way your lips moved against his, it was your way of saying yes, you would marry him. And he let his worry melt away as you kissed.
This was a happiness he never thought he’d ever get to experience. Which divine Archon looked at him and granted his wishes for this life? How had he gotten so lucky to find you and be with you? Who did he have to thank for how perfect his life had become in this very moment?
As you pulled away and Arataki looked you in the eyes, now as your fiance, he knew the answer. He would not question the good in his life. His life now was enough and he didn’t want to change it for the world, no matter what.
You pressed your forehead against his and whispered, “Does that answer your question, my love?”
He nuzzled his nose against yours. “Yes, my treasure. I love you so much, you have no idea.”
“I love you too, so very much.”
“But I’m still going to propose to you properly. I told the guys I would.”
You laughed. “I’ll make sure to act surprised.”
“Thank you.”
#Genshin Impact#Genshin Impact Fanfiction#Genshin Impact Oneshot#Anime#Anime Fanfiction#Anime Oneshot#Inazuma#Arataki Itto#Arataki Itto X Reader#Arataki Itto Fanfiction#Arataki Itto Oneshot#Arataki Itto Fluff#Proposal#Proposal AU#Oneshot#Fluff
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Photos of Our Love ~ *Welt Yang*
Summary: Welt is trying to find the best way to propose to you. Eventually he decides on photos of the two of you. Hopefully you see just how much he loves you and will accept his proposal.
Pairing: Welt Yang X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluffy Oneshot
Word Count: 1130
Warning: Welt might be OOC?
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Welt isn’t the most sentimental person in the world, but he had his moments. Like right now, as he was looking through photos of the two of you, he couldn’t help but get a little bit misty-eyed as he reminisced. He couldn’t believe he found someone so precious and so wonderful such as yourself. And he was glad you made transitioning to the next step in your relationship much easier.
“Hey, Welt? I have the package you asked for. It’s the best we could find on such short notice.” Himeko said as she handed him a small bag.
March peaked into the room as well, narrowing her eyes at the two of them. “So are you going to tell us what was so special that Himeko had to make a special stop?”
He sighed, knowing he couldn’t keep this a secret from the most nosey member of the Astral Express. He pulled out the small box from the bag and opened it. “I plan on proposing to Y/n tonight.”
His crewmates eyes widened in surprise before March started cheering. “Wow! That’s wonderful! I’m so happy for the two of you! Congratulations!”
“Easy March, no one’s said yes yet.” Himeko chuckled before smiling at Welt. “Either way, I’m happy for you both as well. This is a big step for you.”
He nodded. “Yes, this is a very important milestone in our relationship. I just hope Y/n feels the same. I don’t want to catch her off guard.”
“Understandable.”
“So how do you plan to pop the question?” March asked eagerly, leaning in close to hear all the juicy details.
He nodded to the photo album he was flipping through earlier before Himeko delivered the ring. “I plan on using that to help convey my message.”
March clasped her hands together and giggled. “That is SOOO romantic! I have more candid shots if you need them!”
“That’s a great idea. I’m almost surprised you were the one to come up with it.” Himeko chuckled behind her hand.
Welt frowned. “Are you trying to tell me something, Himeko?”
She sighed and waved off his question. “Nevermind about that. Is there anything you need from us before your big proposal? I’m sure you want us out of here tonight so you two can have some alone time.”
“I plan on proposing to them in my room. It’s more intimate there without the possibility of anyone walking. However, if you can keep March away, that would be great. And if you would like to help, March, I have an idea that could use a few extra hands.”
Well, Welt was right that many hands make light work. Before too long, everything was ready. Both Himeko and March wished him luck and he thanked them sincerely. March tried to get him to allow her to listen outside of the door, but Himeko made sure to keep her distracted. Looking around his room at everything, Welt let out a puff of air and gave a self-satisfied nod. Everything looked perfect.
However, for the first time ever in his life, Welt Yang was anxious.
Proposing was a big deal and a decision one shouldn’t take lightly. But he knew it was the right decision to make. He knew he loved you enough to jump into this new life and not look back at his old one. He just hoped you were too.
“Welt?”
Your soft voice shook Welt out of his thoughts. You looked amazing, all dressed up to perfection just like he asked you this morning. He felt his heart flutter in his chest and his smile widen. He was practically overflowing with love for you. He just hoped he could get through all of this without messing up.
You gasped, a hand over your mouth and he beamed at your reaction. All the pictures he loved of the two of you were hanging from the ceiling by glittery thread and shining in the candlelight. He had written about each event on the back of the photos, where and when it took place and all the precious memories he had about it. He was proud of the idea and he was happy you were reading each of the stories as you traverse the memory labyrinth he set up, with help of course. However, he couldn’t wait until you got to him.
When you saw him, you had tears in your eyes. Welt was frozen in place, knowing you’d reach him eventually so he could wipe your tears away. You smiled so brightly his heart beat louder. He really did love you, didn’t he?
“Welt, you did all of this, just for me?” You sighed. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”
“I ask myself the same thing everyday.” He answered with a laugh. After using the pads of his thumbs to wipe your tears he held your face for a moment longer. “You look absolutely exquisite tonight.”
“Thank you. You look dashing as well.” You nodded to his outfit. “What’s all of this for? We already had our anniversary…”
He took a deep breath. “It’s for something far more special.”
And with that he sank down to one knee. You gasped and he took one of your hands. “Y/n, I love you. I love you so much. You have opened my eyes to what real, true love is and I will never stop thanking you for that. You have made my life so much more vibrant. I couldn’t imagine a single day without your ever present sparkle. You are everything and more and I want to keep telling you how much I love you for the rest of our lives, for the rest of time. Please, will you marry me?”
“Oh, Welt.” You cried, nodding. “Yes! Yes absolutely! A hundred thousand times yes!”
All of the air in Welt’s lungs whooshed out of him. He couldn’t believe it. He could and he couldn’t at the same time. He was finally engaged to the love of his life.
Slipping the ring onto your finger, he stood and kissed you, slow and deep, just the way you deserved. When he broke for air, you pressed kisses all over his face, whispering an I love you after each one.
He gently pulled away to look you in the eyes. “No, I love you.”
You shook your head with a laugh. “No, I love you and no one will ever love you more than I do.”
“I don’t think it’s possible for anyone to love me more than you. But I love you more than anyone will ever love you.” Sighing, he held you close and kissed you once more. “I really can’t wait to keep telling you how much I love you for the rest of our lives.”
#Honkai: Star Rail#Honkai: Star Rail Fanfiction#Honkai: Star Rail Oneshot#Anime#Anime Fanfiction#Anime Oneshot#Astral Express#Welt Yang#Welt Yang X Reader#Welt Yang Fanfiction#Welt Yang Oneshot#Welt Yang Fluff#Welt#Welt X Reader#Welt Fanfiction#Welt Oneshot#Welt Fluff#Proposal#Proposal AU#Oneshot#Fluff
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Chapter Two: The Unfortunate Visit
Chief Editor Luke Skywalker makes a foolish lie to help protect his employee, basically a secretary, Din Djarin from losing his job. Both hoped to brush it off with some minor inconvenience but, instead, find themselves going to Din's home to "celebrate" their engagement with the very large Djarin clan.
Trapped in a quaint village where everyone knows everything, sharing a bedroom, and needing to pretend they are happily in love when Din hates his boss with a passion and the oddball Luke can barely seem to smile most days, it feels like a disaster is waiting to happen. Only, in a strange turn of events, rather than things unraveling, it feels like pieces are falling into place a little too naturally.
(Or, AKA: The Proposal AU)
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Finally getting this one updated! It's become a bit messy--but I hope the next few chapters will be better because the foundation things have been set and it's all about the rom-com-meet-angst conversations and happenings where they fall in love.
Din is a bit of an ass, but I feel like he is a lot like he was in season 1. And it was so much fun to write about the Djarin Clan! They need to live in more fics, even though it's just our assumption on how they are as characters.
But enjoy the shenanigans and all the weirdness that comes with a Proposal AU!
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Hello, lovely writer!!
Would you be willing to do a Rowaelin where there’s this giant romantic surprise (of your choosing) Rowan’s been planning for weeks
Valentines, anniversary, just because he can.
No pressure if you don’t like it.
A/N: I had a thousand ideas for this one, but I decided to keep it simple. I hope you enjoy! x
Warnings: language
Everything was set, ready.
Rowan knew because he'd checked ten times and then once more for good measure. Although a cliche to propose to your girlfriend on Valentine's Day, Rowan thought it would surprise Aelin the most, considering he often ranted about how much he hated romantic cliches.
Gods, he was nervous.
Rowan was standing on a rooftop, surrounded by lanterns, string lights, and white rose petals. He was dressed in a suit that was way too expensive. He'd bought it that morning and physically flinched when he swiped his card, but he looked pretty damn good, so it was worth it.
At least, that's what Lysandra convinced him of.
Now he stood alone, waiting. Lysandra was supposed to pick Aelin up for a group date, where they would meet Rowan and Aedion at one of their favorite restaurants on this side of town. Little did Aelin know that they would be arriving at Rowan's apartment complex and coming up to the rooftop, overlooking the city of Orynth.
Little did she know that Rowan was about to ask her to be his wife.
He'd wanted to do it for a while now, but really grew serious about it a few months before. It wasn't something he wanted to rush, but something he wanted to take his time with. Aelin didn't deserve a spur of the moment proposal. She deserved a proposal as grand and dramatic as she was.
Rowan went to the railing and looked down at the street below. There was still no sign of Aelin.
They were taking forever.
Pulling out his phone, he shot a quick text to Lysandra. ETA?
She texted him back right away. We'll be there soon. Deep breaths.
Rolling his eyes, Rowan put his phone back into his pocket. Deep breaths. Like he wasn't calm. He was calm.
No, he wasn't.
He took Lysandra's advice and closed his eyes, taking in one deep breath after another. He did another check in his jacket pocket for the custom ring he'd had made for Aelin, tucked inside of a small velvet box. It was there, just like it had been every other time that he'd checked.
He paced for another fifteen minutes before his phone vibrated again. Lysandra. We have arrived.
Rowan went to the far side of the roof, where he stood beneath a flower arch. At first, Rowan had been against the white arch spun in roses, but Lysandra had insisted that it wasn't over the top. It was just enough.
He felt like he'd been standing there forever, alone on the roof, beneath the arch, but then the roof door opened, and she came out onto the rooftop.
Lysandra gave Rowan a wink before shutting the door, leaving the two of them alone.
Aelin barely made it beyond the door as she stared around the roof in awe, before her gaze landed on Rowan.
"Ro," she breathed, "what the hell is going on?"
This was it.
He felt like he was going to vomit.
"You don't like it?" he teased.
Aelin let out a shaky laugh, her eyes already misty. "I love it. I love it, Ro."
She made it to Rowan at last, between the aisle of rose petals. And before he said anything, Rowan fell to one knee.
"Aelin," he began, slowly, looking up at her, "I-"
"Yes."
Rowan hesitated. "Yes?"
"Yes."
He laughed, quietly. "I haven't even said anything yet."
"It doesn't matter." She was already crying, taking his hands. "My answer is yes."
Now Rowan was thrown off. Happy, overjoyed, excited as fuck, but thrown off. "Should I just get rid of the speech I wrote, then?"
He had been writing it for weeks.
Surely someone should hear it.
Aelin laughed again, shaking her head. "No, no, I'm sorry, please, I want to hear it."
Rowan opens his mouth, but soft laughter is all that comes out. This woman drove him mad. All this planning, all these months, and she just comes in hot, saying yes. But he can’t be mad, because that’s why he fell in love with her. She’s headstrong, she knows what she wants, and she does what she wants without waiting for anyone else.
So Rowan shook his head and said, “I love you. I want you every day, for the rest of my life.”
Aelin waited for him to go on with misty eyes, but when he didn’t, she asked, “Oh, shit, was that it?”
Ignoring the two page speech in his pocket, Rowan said, “Marry me.”
The tears in Aelin's eyes spilled over as she nodded, and then she was kissing him, urgently, relentlessly. "Of course. Of course."
Rowan was so caught up in the moment that he almost forgot about the ring. For something he had been planning for months, nothing was going as planned, but it was all so much better than he could have imagined.
Yes.
She told him yes.
Nothing else mattered.
Everything else was irrelevenant.
Nonetheless, Rowan took the little velvet box out of his pocket and opened it up. Aelin began crying all over again, holding out her left hand in anticipation. Rowan slid the ring onto her finger and they both stared, in awe of this moment.
This was it.
This was the moment that they would tell their children about, their grandchildren about. And it was perfect, even if all of Rowan's planning had gone completely down the drain.
He didn't care about the planning.
He didn't care about any of it. All he cared about was the fact that Aelin had said yes, that she was going to be his wife.
Considering that, nothing else mattered.
#rowaelin#rowan#aelin#tog#throne of glass fanfiction#au#modern au#rowan x aelin#aelin x rowan#throne of glass#fanfiction#fanfic#sjm#valentines day#happy valentine's day#valentines day au#proposal au#tara answers prompts#drabble#dabble#oneshpt
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the wedding saga continues
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Last Sentence Tag War
Tagged by: @nouklea, @chaoticstupiddm (3x), @wileyonce (2x), @burntblueberrywaffles, @realmermaid333 (2x), @writerrose1998 (5x), @penelopwgarcia (2x), @thee-antler-queen (2x), @persephoneed (2x), @sissytobitch10seconds, @badmoodbatflowers (2x), @cosmic-lullaby (2x), @ablatheringblatherskite (2x, the second one as I was typing this out), @lovepoison9, @myangelbaby
What I’ve learned here is I gotta do these more often. This is way more than I thought I had built up.
Rules: in a new post you show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.
Ok, so the last thing I worked on was my proposal au, jokingly titled “In which Wednesday fucking panics” and that I’ve hit a block on trying to get the stupid thing to transition into the sex part because it’s also my body worship entry for the kink bingo.
The last line (which may or may not be edited out. i don’t know. this part won’t just let them have sex. they keep talking. it’s annoying):
Tyler blinked and seemed to decide not to ask. The thought of the horrors he might imagine did amuse her, especially considering the reality would be underwhelming in the face of them.
Tagging: Everyone back plus @wincestation, @suchaladyy, why must I blank on names every time, @nonamemanga, @realisticintentions, I know I know more people than this, @fuckit this will be good for now.
I’m going to set an actual time to do this now because this is too many times I’ve been tagged since the last one.
#wednesday adams#tyler galpin#wyler#my writing#wyler summer of smut#kink bingo#proposal au#in which wednesday fucking panics#tag war#wednesday netflix
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NEW RONANCE FIC UPPPP
this shit IS PERFECT BY THE WAY
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Modern AU FengQing
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Mu Qing never expected that Feng Xin would actually propose. He never considered for a second that he would be the one that was proposed to. He always assumed that their arrangement was strictly dating and never going farther than that. Of course Mu Qing wanted more but he would never allow himself that thought. The very idea of being loved by someone so much that they would want to spend their life with him by their side was completely foreign. Until now.
"Mu Qing I'm becoming nervous. I understand if you say no but please just say something. Anything." Feng Xin was still on one knee and clearly very nervous.
Mu Qing looked at him with a strange expression. It wasn't quite happiness. It wasn't anger either. It looked more like when Mu Qing was reading a book and he didn't quite understand the character's intent. Or when Mu Qing would try to solve a puzzle. Oh gods. He was confused.
"Gods Mu Qing I understand now. I understand the fear of allowing yourself to be loved. But Mu Qing, if anyone deserves it, it is you. You are the person I want to see when I wake up every day. You are the person I want to be able to kiss when we cook together. You are the person I trust most on this planet. I would never want to argue with someone else over trivial things and what we are going to watch that night. You are the one I admire the most, find the most beautiful, and find the most selfless. You are my entire definition of perfection and I am lucky enough to have called you my boyfriend for the past five years. I want you to be in my life forever if you will allow me even that."
Mu Qing was crying. Really truly crying. Snot was running from his nose and his makeup was streaking down his face. But instead of cleaning himself up, he kissed Feng Xin and pulled away. He whispered, "Feng Xin. It would be my pleasure to grace you with my presence for the rest of our lives. But I also need you to understand that you are the one I want to wake up to every day. The one I most desire to hug and cherish. I would be honoured and privileged to be called your husband."
Feng Xin smiled and pulled Mu Qing in for another kiss.
They were never perfect and never were going to be. But they were the sun and the moon. They didn't need to justify their love to anyone. Not even themselves.
#tgcf#heaven official’s blessing#tgcf donghua#feng xin#mu qing#mu qing being shown love in a way he'll understand vs mu qing's insecurities#fengqing#fengqing is canon trust me#modern au#tgcf modern au#proposal au
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Reverse Proposal ~ *Idia Shroud*
Summary: Ortho informs you of Idia's idea to propose to you. As sweet as the thought is, you thought you would be the one to propose first. So you decide to put your plan into action that night...
Pairing: Idia Shroud X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluffy Oneshot
Word Count: 1311
Warning: Post-Graduation
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Ortho was concerned about his big brother, which was never a good sign. You knew he was worried when he asked you to meet with him on short notice. Your concern grew when you saw him pacing his room and trying to find the right words to say to you.
“Look, Ortho, dear, if it’s bad news, just tell me fast, like ripping off a band-aid.” You tried to assure him, though you weren’t sure you could handle bad news.
He paused. “I think Idia wants to propose to you.”
You blinked in shock. Well this was certainly an unexpected turn of events. Sure, you and Idia had been dating for several years, both at Night Raven and post-graduation. But you didn't think he'd be the one to want to propose. You kind of just figured that would fall to you, which you were more than okay with.
As you sat there thinking over Ortho's words, your silence only elevated his sense of worry.
"At least that's what I think." He explained. "But with how he's been acting recently, I'm almost certain he wants to propose. He's been talking about his love for you more often and I've seen him look at jewelry store websites. From my research, those are all sign's that someone wants to propose to their significant other."
“Ortho.” You say with a soft smile. “I planned on proposing to him.”
His eyes widened with shock before crinkling in the corners as he smiled. "Really?! Oh, that makes me so happy to hear! You and big brother Idia deserve each other!"
You giggled at his excitement and pulled a small box out of your pocket to show him the engagement band you purchased a couple days ago. “See? I picked it out myself. Do you think he'll like it?”
He nodded eagerly. "Oh, he'll love it! It's very pretty! I'm so excited to have you as my sister-in-law!"
With warm cheeks, you nodded. “That is, if you’ll have me.”
“Of course! Big Brother Idia really cares for you and never stops talking about you!” He explained before quickly adding, “And I like you too, of course.”
You chuckled and patted the top of his head, much to his pleasure. “That's good to hear, Ortho. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go propose to your brother.”
“Be prepared for tears.” Ortho nodded all matter-of-fact like. "He is sure to cry a river as long as the River Styx from your proposal."
You laughed and nodded. You had no doubt Idia was going to cry. But you didn't mind. You were just excited to finally propose to him.
It surprisingly didn’t take you long to get a plan together on how to go about your proposal. You wanted to keep things simple, sweet, and all about him. You didn't want to overwhelm him more when was already going to be emotional. A nice dinner at home with all his favorite foods sounded like just the way to go. And then you would slide the ring across the table, pop the question, and boom! You two would be engaged!
You got butterflies just thinking about it!
As you were cooking in the kitchen, you heard a soft knock on the wall. There was Idia, smiling sweetly at you. "I'm home."
You returned his smile. "How was your day, dearest?"
He shrugged and watched you cook. "It was fine. And yours?"
"Not too bad."
"What are you making?"
You smile at the food on the stove, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. “Your favorite.”
"Oh, really?" He sounded surprised. "Is today a special occasion? Did I forget an anniversary?!"
You chuckle and shake your head. "No, I just felt like doing something special for you. Is that alright?"
He smiled widely and nodded. "That's more than alright. Thank you, my love. Thank you very much."
"You're very welcome." You press a kiss to his cheek, making his hair burn red. "Do you mind setting the table? I'm almost done here."
He nodded and before too long, you were both eating and enjoying each other’s company at your little dining table. Of course Idia complimented your cooking, saying it was the best thing he’s ever eaten in his entire life. You listened to him talk about his day and he listened to you talk about yours. In the back of your head, you were squealing about the sweet domesticity of the moment and how the two of you would soon be doing this for the rest of your lives.
You couldn’t wait, but you planned to pop the question during dessert, so you had to be patient for just a little bit longer.
When you were done with the main meal, you mentioned dessert, and while you prepared it, he did the dishes. This was the perfect opportunity to check your pocket to make sure you still had the ring. It would be super embarrassing if you had to quickly sneak into your room to grab it. However, you had the ring. You were set and ready to put this plan into action.
You let him take a couple of bites of dessert before you took a deep breath and grabbed the ring from your pocket. Setting it on the table, you slowly slid it in between the two of you. Your eyes never left his face, gauging his reaction.
Idia’s eyes widened as he followed your hand. He had stopped chewing and stared at the ring before him. You had no idea what he was running through his head, but you wished you did. He looked thoroughly freaked out and that was the last thing you wanted. But you were too far to turn back now.
Taking a deep breath, you said, “Idia, dearest, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and I finally came to a conclusion. I love you so much, I can’t imagine spending even a single day apart. So I want to ensure we will never have to. Will you marry me?”
There was a pause.
You held your breath.
“You-” He breathed. “You really want to marry me?”
Nodding, you answered him, “Yes, I really do. And, in case you were worried, Ortho gave me his blessing. He was practically bouncing off the walls when I told him my plan.”
He shook his head as tears welled in his eyes. “I’m not all that worried about Ortho. He already loves you. I’m just shocked about this proposal. I don’t know what to say.”
Before you could reply, he pulled a ring of his own and handed it to you sheepishly. You gasped at the simple but elegant band studded with little sparkly sapphires. It was perfect. You couldn’t have picked a better ring if you had gone with him when he purchased it.
“I’ve wanted to propose to you for the longest time, but I was just so scared. I thought you'd say no and I'd lose you forever. But now, I'm not scared anymore. You make it so that I’m not scared of anything. You have stood by me during my lowest point and continue to push me when I’m at the top of my game. You’re everything I could want and more. I would love to spend the rest of our lives together.”
Tears pricked your eyes and you whispered, “I would love to marry you too, Idia.”
He gently took your hand and slid the ring onto your finger. You put your ring on his finger, keeping hold of his hand and rubbing a thumb over his knuckles. You couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s like we just got married with this exchange of rings.”
Idia chuckled as he said, “Well, I guess there’s only one thing left to do.”
“And that is?”
“I may now kiss the bride.”
#Twisted Wonderland#Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction#Twisted Wonderland Oneshot#Anime#Anime Fanfiction#Anime Oneshot#Ignihyde#Idia Shroud#Idia Shroud X Reader#Idia Shroud Fanfiction#Idia Shroud Oneshot#Idia Shroud Fluff#Idia#Idia X Reader#Idia Fanfiction#Idia Oneshot#Idia Fluff#Proposal#Proposal AU#Oneshot#Fluff
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A wakes up one day to to a text from B, asking for A to meet them down at the park where they had their first date. Confused, A throws on a jacket and heads over, only to find B isn’t there - their friend C is instead, with a letter for A. Opening it, they see it’s a letter from B about their memory of that first date, and how much they loved A from the very start.
Over the course of the day A goes from place to place, all of which had important memories attached to them about their relationship with B. Each spot has a friend with a letter that talks about B’s memories there with A and tells them where to go next, until at the end they find B back where they started, down on one knee.
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#otp#otp prompts#imagine your otp#writing prompts#ship prompts#story prompts#character prompts#fluff#love#proposal#marriage#first date#wedding au#proposal au#romance#memories
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I really want that Ronance “Proposal” AU but I don’t want to be the one to write it.
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What if Narinder accidentally marrried the Lamb
(I have no idea if this has been done already, but i cant stop thinking about this)
In lamb culture, gifting jewelry signifies a relationship between the gifter and the reciever. Depending on where the jewelry is worn, it signifies the type of relationship formed.
Gold given by family is to be strung on the horns, or woven into the wool on the head. These are more permanent and intricate, with larger pieces being passed down family lines. Marriages are usually sealed with a ceremonial exchange of this type of jewelry.
Close friends give things that will be worn on the hands and arms. Small tokens that can be swapped out when friendships come and go.
Tokens from those outside of friends and family are usually charms that can be affixed to staffs and clothing, or placed around the house to be admired from afar.
Those that have been slighted put the respective jewelry affixed to the end of robes and staffs, or tied to the ankles, to metaphorically and physically drag that person through the dirt.
Only lovers exchange jewelry for the neck, and each piece is symbolic. It is tradition to propose with a bell, of which the quality is reflective to the love of the giver. Higher quality bells chime the most beautifully, and have a unique sound.
When The Lamb was given their bell, it was flawless, for it had been handcrafted by a god. When the Red crown was fitted on their head, the marriage was sealed. The Lamb did not protest, for who were they to deny their god? They were executed, engaged, married, and resurrected all in the span of a few mintues; loving their sudden husband came just as quick.
The one who waits was not suprised by his vessel's unflinching devotion to him. He accepted the golden jewelry they showered him with, as offerings were expected. He humored their honeyed compliments and long winded ramblings; they fought harder and worked longer when he'd done so.
The one who waits was completely surprised, when upon their betrayal, he still felt devotion from them. The Lamb still loved their husband, even if Narinder had no idea they've been married for the past 250 years.
#wedding bells au#cult of the lamb#colt#colt lamb#narilamb#cult of the lamb narinder#au idea#i thought of this while thinking about the water tribe proposals#and thought it would be funny if narider has been accidentally married to the lamb for centuries
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Eddie shouldn’t be laughing. He shouldn’t be laughing, but he was, still holding the phone even though the dial tone was ringing. And the woman from the school had hung up minutes ago.
He shouldn’t be laughing because marriage was a serious thing that he had given so much thought to, wanted it so badly with Steve, and apparently Steve had decided that they were already married.
He put the phone back on the holder and ran a hand down his face, trying to catch his breath, replaying the conversation over and over and over in his head because—because God, this was the best thing that had happened to him in a while.
“Hello? This is Eddie Munson.”
“Yes, hi, I’m calling about your husband? Steve Harrington.”
He paused, his eyebrows furrowing. “My husband?”
“Yes, Mr. Steve Harrington? He works here as a history teacher?”
Okay. Well. That was weird. “Yeah, what about?”
“I’m just calling for confirmation on whether or not he’ll be at the Parent’s Night tonight? He mentioned some scheduling conflict a few days ago and I wanted to check in and make sure he could come in?”
“Yeah, he should be there. I’d go and get him for you but he’s asleep.”
He quickly made his way over to their shared bedroom, flopping down onto the bed next to Steve, his hands on Steve’s face in an instant and squeezing lightly to wake him up. “Stevie. Baby.”
Steve squinted, pushing himself up onto his elbows and rubbing his eyes.
“Steve,” Eddie whispered, trying to look serious and bite back his smile. “Did you tell the receptionist at the school that we were married?”
Steve’s eyebrows furrowed, before his eyes widened and he groaned, dropping his face onto the pillow, his voice muffled. “I hate you.”
“What did I do?” Eddie laughed, brushing a hand through Steve’s hair.
“You—she was teasing me for not like…tying things down, and—and I panicked and said I already had,” he whined, shaking his head and pressing it further into the pillow.
“Do you want to get married?” Eddie asked, his voice more gentle.
Steve looked up, his face flushed. “I mean…yeah, I do. Please tell me this isn’t you proposing.
Eddie opened his mouth to speak, but Steve pressed his hand to it and Eddie had to grab onto to Steve’s arm to stop himself from falling over. “Shut up.”
“Mm—“
“No, no, I am not letting you propose to me while we’re in bed, Eddie.”
Eddie huffed against Steve’s hand, licking it so that Steve let go with a frown. “Ew.”
“You love it.”
“Don’t lie to yourself, sweetheart.”
“Rejecting me and stealing my pet names, huh?”
Steve rolled his eyes, laying back down in bed, and pulling the blanket up to his shoulders. “I didn’t reject you because you never asked me to marry you.”
“I was going to, but then—“
“Eds?” Steve interrupted, tugging Eddie down into bed. “Be quiet.”
Eddie hated how quickly he shut up, his arms around Steve’s waist, just breathing into Steve’s hair like it was the only thing he ever wanted to do. Gods, he was going to marry the fuck out of this man.
And it was going to be the best proposal the world had ever seen.
(Goes along with this post. Someone send me asks about them I want to talk about the husbands.)
(Domestic Steddie AU MasterList)
#Eddie did in fact propose but it was not very fancy#He just asked Steve out to dinner and too him to the park#But Steve thought it was cute and he did maybe cry a little bit even thought he told himself he wouldn’t :)#steddie#steve harrington#stranger things#steddie fic#eddie munson#steve x eddie#Finn writes#My domestic steddie au
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