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They sprawl out on the couch together, going through the time capsule they made at their wedding reception.

They giggle at goofy pictures of their friends and family and take turns reading notes of well wishes from their guests.

Shane pulls out his vows from the bottom of the box. He looks at Ryan, all the love and care in the world, and recites them from memory.

Ryan blushes. He knows he doesn't remember his vows word for word.

Shane doesn't say a word or look at him wrong, just hands him his vows. Ryan licks his lips and opens them, reciting each line like he had on their wedding day, complete with a tear or two.

Shane smiles. He reached out and wipes the tears from Ryan's cheek.

"Read them again?"

Nerdy bestie Rafe x gamer reader

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“I’m never passing this stupid class!”I groaned in defeat while looking at the big fat forty on my test. “If you weren’t playing Subnautica all night you might’ve passed,dummy.”, Rafe stood in front of me with that same old smug smile while holding up his own graded paper with the usual 100 at the top. I rolled my eyes and lightly smacked his shoulder as I stood up, “Let’s go get something to eat, I'm starving.” Rafe looked over my answers as we stepped outside the lecture hall. 

“This could’ve been easily avoided if you came to my study group, sunshine.”, the cool air hit my face as I pulled up my scarf up to my face to keep me warm. “I didn’t even see your text till 4 o clock this morning…after I finished my game.”, Rafe folded my paper and stuffed it in his pocket trying to warm his hands. “Let’s go and warm up with some coffee, the campus’s cafe has your favorite muffins so let’s celebrate your A and sulk in my bad grades,eh?.”I said tilting my head looking up at Rafe’s face. His cheeks and nose were a rosy red tint from the cold as he adjusted his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. His lips were pursed in thought, “Well, I don’t see why not but we’re gonna have to get it to go. I have some studying to do for my statistics class.”, the campus cafe was busy as always, students tapping essays on their computers, jazz playing slowly in the background and the occasional laugh from a club meetup filled the air. “ I pulled down my scarf as I stepped up to the counter. “Welcome to Student Cafe, what can I getcha?”, the barista asked in a fake cheery voice, “Can I get two hot chocolates and two brown sugar muffins?”The barista nodded as she typed up the order, “You want those muffins to be plain or with our ‘homemade’ cheese danish?”I looked up at Rafe who shrugged. “One of each, if that’s not too much trouble.”  the barista nodded, tapping up my total. I was reaching for my wallet when I heard a  ding.  Rafe had his black amex card against the card reader, both the barista and I looked in shock. Me because I planned on paying and her because he had a black amex card as a college student, I huffed looking annoyed, “I was gonna pay, it would’ve been my treat.”, Rafe shook his head as sat down in one of the barstool to watch as the baristas made our coffee in speedy precision. “You know I don’t like owing anyone. Not even my best friend.”, I sighed resting my arms against the cool granite counter breathing in the scent of coffee beans and sugary treats. “Here’s your order.”, a barista handed me our order before going back to work. Rafe and I walked along the paved path to his dorm building as I talked about the new mod on my minecraft game. “So, all the baby animals are even babier?”Rafe asked, confused as I showed him a picture I took of my monitor with a pixelated baby wolf staring back at Rafe. 

Rafe had a private suite and everything was as organized and neat as ever. “Take your boots off and set them on the shoe rack.”, Rafe pointed to the rack next to his door filled with a range of men’s shoes. I placed my boots onto the rack and placed by the back next to it. “Make yourself at home, i’ll be in my room studying.”, Rafe took off his jacket laying it on the back of his couch  before heading into his room, I placed the drinks and food on the kitchen counter of his fully furnished kitchen and washing my hands and taking off my coat and scarf. I grabbed a muffin and drink and headed into Rafe’s room to find him already typing on his computer, “You're gonna need a new prescription with how close you are to that computer.”, I said as I placed the cup and muffin on  the desk, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. “You smell good.”, I said, smelling his scent. Rafe chuckled, turning around to look up at me glaring at me through his clear lens with a smirk, “I can’t have you here if you're gonna distract me, sunshine.”, I felt my face turn hot at Rafe’s charm. I slowly pulled off his glasses and he didn’t look half bad, “Well, you can’t study if you don’t have your glasses.”, I say with a smile putting the glasses on my own face  Rafe wrapped his arms around my waist snuggling his face into my stomach, “Fine, you win.”, he mumbled standing up and pushing me against the bed hovering over me making the chain I got him for his birthday dangle in my face. 

Rafe and I sat in silence for a moment, both waiting for the other to make a move. I slowly reached for his face pulling him closer and kissing his slightly chapped lips and breathing in his cologne. Rafe flipped me onto his lap and grabbed my hips as he deepened the kiss trailing down to my neck and leaving light nips and kisses in his path. “Rafe, stop, you'll leave a mark.”, Rafe shook his head, continuing to leave kisses across my collarbone. “So? Maybe that’ll keep some douche away.”, I laughed. “Like you?”Rafe rolled his eyes.

When in doubt, yeet yourself at the person

Full body tackle

His voice was flat, unimpressed, the barest hitch to it that no one would ever catch.

Steve just grinned, kept tracing his thumb over the back of Eddie's hand, figure-8s around the knuckles, the barest trace of maddening pressure that made Eddie's throat click around a swallow.

"Eddie," Steve said, solemnly, a tiny quirk of a grin hidden at the edge of his mouth.

"Hospital hand-holding," Eddie said, going for his most maddeningly pedantic, "is for coma patients and grandparents. Siblings, possibly. Spouses, I'll allow."

The grin wasn't hidden any more, curling Steve's mouth up into something indescribably soft. Eddie'd look away, look at the damp-stained ceiling, if that didn't feel like admitting defeat.

"So more than friends, is what you're telling me," Steve said, squeezing Eddie's hand a little tighter. Eddie had to bite back a soft noise - almost managed it, too.

"Are we even- " Eddie started, then redirected, to avoid the line forming between Steve's eyebrows. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

"You got a problem with me holding your hand, Munson?" Steve asked, leaning in too close, his grin lost to the brightness of his hazel eyes, his weight leaning on the bed sheets and pulling them tight against -

Eddie failed at biting back a noise again. Closed his eyes as Steve looked down.

"Look," Eddie said, shake in his voice, hopelessness in his tone, "look this is progress, okay?"

"I guess boners require blood pressure," Steve said, his tone a little off.

"It's not my fault you're some kind of fairytale hero," Eddie said helplessly. "I can't help it if my dick's kind of in love with you now."

A pause, then another tightening of Steve's fingers.

He never left when the kids did - or if he had to, if one of them needed a ride, he always came back after. He always knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep until he'd seen Eddie's, bright eyes closed and generous mouth relaxed and drooling, chest rising and falling with reassuring regularity that didn't have to be measured any more by coldly beeping machines.

"In your defence?"

"Yeah," Eddie says, with one of those grins that are honestly Steve's undoing, "I got nothing."

Steve sighs and jerks his head, beckoning Eddie to follow him through to the kitchen, and he won't deny that his heart warms a little when Eddie takes a second to kick off his grubby sneakers by the door. There's a first-aid kit the size of a holdall under the sink - under the bathroom sink, too, and two more upstairs - and Steve hauls it out and sets it on the kitchen counter.

"How do you even -" Steve asks, as they both stare down at the oil-streaked, dust-covered, paint-spattered and unravelling bandages, and Eddie offers him a rueful grin that makes something coil up tight in Steve's belly.

"Honestly," Eddie says, "I haven't the slightest clue."

Steve sighs and gently pushes his shoulders, backing him up to climb awkwardly onto a stool, and then sits himself down next to him, twisting sideways so he can tug Eddie's hands closer, almost into his lap. His fingers are careful as he plucks what remains of the tape free, gently unwrapping the filthy bandages to reveal the torn skin beneath.

"Couple more days?"

"So the doc says," and there's another of those grins, and this close Steve has to look away. He fumbles longer than he needs to for the ointment, and murmurs an apology when Eddie flinches back a little at how cold it is against his skin.

"You know you're really good at this?" Eddie says softly, as Steve smooths the last piece of tape into place. Steve looks up, startled, meets dark eyes that have so much warmth in them.

"I'm nothing special," he says, ducks his head, and just the tips of Eddie's fingers touch his chin.

"Hey," he says, soft and sweet, "Steve," and his other hand comes up to push his long hair out of his face, and the tape gets caught immediately in the long strands.

Steve can't help but laugh at Eddie's pout.

"That was supposed to be smooth," Eddie says, and "ow, ow, fuck ow."