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hairmetal666 · 4 months

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Steve has a problem. Not a big problem--not an Upside Down-sized problem--but still. A problem. In the form of Eddie Munson. And not the person Eddie Munson, who is second only to Robin in the hierarchy of Steve's heart, but his feelings in regard to one Eddie Munson. Namely, his enormous, devastating, gay crush on the guy.

And he knows, okay, he knows Eddie is gay, but that doesn't mean he wants Steve. Eddie is probably into other metalheads or dnd nerds. What could Steve, with his sports and his polo shirts, possibly have to offer?

He's coping, though. Or, at least, he thought he was until the Family Video phone rings and Jonathan invites them to the New Year's Eve party he and Argyle are throwing at their new apartment.

"We have to make a no-date pact." He tells Robin as soon as the phone is back in the cradle.

"Or you could just ask Eddie."

"You could just ask Nancy." He raises an eyebrow.

She lets out a slow breath. "Yeah, okay. No-date pact. I'm down."

It's just as easy to get Nancy and Eddie on board. Nancy just laughs and says "yeah, like I'd bring a date to the party my ex-boyfriend is hosting with his new boyfriend. How you do you even start to explain that dynamic?"

And Eddie snorts right in Steve's face (it's not cute, it's not), says, "Right, cause my dating pool in Hawkins, Indiana is just ripe with guys who want to ring in the New Year with me."

Steve wants to say that he would be that guy, happily, giddily, but he can't risk blowing up his second most important friendship like that, not when Eddie's never given a fraction of a hint that he wants Steve too.

But that's his problem solved, right? The four of them aren't bringing dates. Easy-peasy.

Unfortunately, Steve's life hasn't ever worked out like that, and the party turns out to not be only their little end of the world crew and a handful of people Jon knows from his grocery store job, but an actual motherfucking party.

It takes almost ten minutes for him and Robin to navigate through the sea of strangers to find Jon and Argyle handing out solo cups in the kitchen.

"Who are all these people?" He shouts over the pounding music, nothing like Steve's ever heard.

"Argyle got a job at the record store down the street," Jon yells.

"Co-workers." Argyle nods. "And a few of their friends."

"A few, right."

"The more the merrier. Right, my dude?"

"Sure." Steve takes a cup. "You seen Eddie around?"

"Living room, last time I looked." Jonathan answers.

"See you around?" Robin asks.

"At least meet up for the ball drop," Argyle answers.

They push their way into the cramped living room, and Steve searches for that familiar cloud of hair, the ripped black jeans. It takes a minute just for the sheer amount of bodies pressed into the small space, and when he sees him Eddie's--

He's standing against a wall, next to the stereo (of course), but there's someone with him. Someone who is tall and leanly muscled in a way that Steve isn't. Someone with long hair pushed back from his forehead. Someone with facial piercings in places Steve didn't even know you could pierce and tattoos and a chain hanging from his worn blue jeans and a bandana in his back pocket, just like Eddie.

And Eddie he's--he's gazing up at this dude with clear stars in his brown doe eyes, body angling towards the other man like he can't help but push more into his orbit.

Steve turns hard, Robin colliding with his side. "Steve, what the--oh."

"I hate New Year's Eve," Steve sighs, trying to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach. It's always been the kind of holiday that is high on expectation and low on follow-through.

"C'mon, I think I spotted Nance over by the bedroom."

He lets Robin guide him across the room, steadfastly not looking back at where Eddie is very obviously finding himself a date. It's okay, Steve reasons. It's okay because that was obviously the kind of guy Eddie would be into it. He knew he had, like, no chance. He shouldn't be disappointed. He shouldn't.

The evening slips away in the shove of people, in the solo cup that manages to always be full in his hand, and he tries as hard as he can to ignore the way Robin and Nancy start sharing the same space.

So much for the no-date pact. He would laugh if a sort of deep loneliness wasn't seeping into his bones.

There's a girl, though, across the room. She's in a short dress and glances at Steve from under hooded eyelids. He could make a move; could have someone to kiss at midnight; have someone just for the night. But then--his heart makes a pathetic patter--Eddie.

Eddie who is practically in that stranger's lap.

He goes out for a cigarette.

When he comes back inside, it's five minutes til midnight and Nancy and Robin are dancing slow and sweet to a song that is neither.

He's happy for them, almost incandescent with it, but the loneliness sinks deeper, reaches marrow, especially after he fails to find Eddie in the crowd.

Steve thinks it might be time to give the whole failed endeavor up for good, but Jonathan and Argyle, both in tiny 1987 novelty top hats, appear at his side.

"Stevie-boy!" Argyle bellows. He lifts Steve at the waist, twirling him, and Steve laughs despite himself.

"Keeping busy?" He asks.

Jonathan pounds him on the back, just a little too hard.

A guest yells from deep in the apartment, "one minute to midnight!" and the music turns off, the TV tuned to Dick Clark and turned up.

Nancy and Robin find their way over, Robin mouthing "sorry," on her way. He pulls her into a side-hug; he'll never begrudge her any happiness, even on his worst day.

From across the room, there's a crash, a short yelp, and then a familiar head of fuzzy brown curls makes its way to them.

"Sorry, sorry." Eddie apologizes as he shoves through the other guests.

"Hi, guys!" He beams at them, cheeks flushed. Steve looks away so he doesn't have to think about how beautiful Eddie is; about how he's not the one who made him blush so pretty.

The countdown on the screen reaches 30 seconds, and the party goers start chanting.

"What happened to--?" Steve can't help but asking.

"Psh, that dude? He's a punk. Plus, I couldn't imagine ringing in 1987 without you guys by my side."

Steve blushes and rolls his eyes. "Sap." He knocks his hip into Eddie's.

"You love it," Eddie wraps him in a loose hold.

The count is down to 10, the ball almost dropped, Jonathan and Argyle and Nancy and Robin making soft eyes at each other.

"What's going on in that head of yours, sweetheart?" Eddie knocks his head gently against Steve's.

"It's nothing."

"You're pouting." Eddie mimics him with a poked out lip.

The count is down to 5.

"Fuck, I just--I wanted to have someone to kiss at midnight, you know?"

The ball drops, the year changes over, the room cheers. His coupled up friends cling to each other in soft, joyous kisses.

Eddie's eyes flick to their friends, to the guests, all kissing and embracing and celebrating, then back to Steve.

With two careful fingers, Eddie lifts Steve's chin, makes it so he can't look away.

"Fuck it," Eddie says. He leans forward, kisses Steve with soft authority.

And Steve just--he just fucking--crumbles into it. He makes a soft noise, curls his fists into Eddie's t-shirt.

Eddie's hands work their way into his hair, pulling him closer. Steve goes eagerly, crushes their bodies together.

They kiss and they kiss, and it's already so far from a friendly New Year's kiss, but then Eddie's tongue swipes into Steve's mouth, and the kiss breaks.

"Um," Eddie says.

Steve can't respond because all his focus is on not giving into the weakness in his knees and collapsing to the floor.

"I've wanted you to do that all night," Steve says.

"Oh." Eddie's face blossoms into a slow smile. "Me too. A lot longer than that, actually."

It's Steve's turn to smile, and he does, so hard it hurts his cheeks. "Me too."

Eddie presses their foreheads together. "Happy New Year, Stevie."

Someone starts singing Auld Lang Syne loudly and off-key, but they're quickly drowned out by a chorus of accompanying voices.

"Happy New Year, Ed."

Steve pulls him in for another kiss. 1987 is already shaping up to be the best year of his life.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #new years eve #spicy six #ficlet #angst #fluff #mutual pining #angst with a happy ending #first kiss #nye party #ronance #jargyle #this is very loosely based on the nye episode of friends where joey kisses chandler #hold on to the memories they will hold on to you

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lunarharp · 8 months

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scrimbly randomzone :)

#witch hat tag #orufrey #oooh ur my best friend u make me live OOH #second one is a quick redraw of sketch i drew on last new year's eve cause i found it again and it make me happy #P.S. SOZ that brushbug the ethnographer thinks the girls are siblings hes just a simple creature

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wheeboo · 4 months

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a letter to 2023 . . .

hello everyone! we have reached the end of the year, and therefore here is a letter to 2023, and to literally all of you as well. this is gonna be a bit long so bare with me oops.

this year tested me. i completed high school, started university, realised that this is it, i'm a grown-up now. i cried, had sleepless nights, and had moments that felt too heavy to bare; but most importantly, i smiled, laughed, and probably felt the most joy i've had in the longest time.

i joined this place three years ago, but didn't start posting until the summer of this year. i didn't have high expectations, especially since i knew this place was vastly larger than any other platform i dedicate myself to, yet here i am! in the midst of publishing silly little writings and dumping my innermost thoughts, i found my happy place.

i did not expect to grow this much: making over 1.6k followers, posted 67 unique works, meet lots of new people whom i can call my friends, and of course, grow into the person i am now, and i couldn't be more thankful to all those who have shown their support for me 💞

firstly, i would love to spread love to my moot group and server, the people who i can share countless laughter with for hours on end 𑁋 @slytherinshua @blue-jisungs @fairyhaos @eternalgyu @haecien @weird-bookworm @etherealyoungk @idubiluv @wqnwoos @kyeomyun @hannyoontify @rubywonu @icyminghao @mirxzii @hannieheartuu 𑁋 for being the most amazing, most talented, and most hilarious human beings on the planet. thank you to all of you, i love you all so much 🫶

then to the rest of my moots, those who i talk to on here, discord, simply through interactions, or those who i haven't gotten to talk to much but would love to 𑁋 @toruro @hanverse @trblsvt @haowrld @planetkiimchi @rubyreduji @mesanthropi @boosari @the-therapist-needs-therapy @ryuwonieebae @odxrilove @ressonancee @reivrze @jeonwon-wonwoo @welcometomyoasis @amxlia-stars @kyrjnie @freshmint54 @babyleostuff @mangocustard16 @phenomenalgirl9 @hanggarae 𑁋 i wish you all a lot of love for the new year and i can't wait to interact more!! you all make this place a little more bearable each day. thank you for all that you do 💞

and finally, to my lovely followers (flowers 🤭) readers, and anons, i don't have enough thank yous to say thank you for all your support, whether you liked, reblogged, commented, followed, etc. thank you to those who have bloomed with me since the beginning, and thank you to those who have recently planted their little seedling in my garden 🥹💖. you all have helped me grow as a writer, as a person, and as a part of this wonderful (and hellish) community. your encouragement, feedback, and presence have meant the world to me. it's heartwarming to see this lil garden of my thoughts and emotions bloom and resonate with you, and i'm grateful to have you all as part of this journey!! 💐

with that, i wish you all a happy new year!! even if you don't celebrate it as big as others, i hope your 2024 is filled with lots of love, laughter, and simply just happiness. let's all bloom and flourish together!!! cheers to a new years and to new wonderful memories 🥂💓🫶

#happy new year (or new year's eve)!!#friends ༊#rania rambles

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spigo-art · 4 months

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HAPPY NEW YEAR 2024

I didn't have enough time to shade this, so I miiight do that another day but I still wanted to get something out for New Year's Eve, so here's a happy little Tinky :3

low effort shading:

#art #digital art #hatchetfield #tinky #t'noy karaxis #starkid #lords in black #lib #happy new year #new years eve #hatchetverse #the lords in black #2024 #I'm already late for meeting my friends and I'm not even dressed help #curt mega #team starkid

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missegyptiana · 1 year

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#friends #phoebe buffay #2023 #new year #new years eve #happy new year #happy new years eve eve

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eloquence-of-felicities · 1 year

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The One With All the Resolutions

Happy New Year!!! 🍾 🥂 Happy 2023!!

#friends #f.r.i.e.n.d.s #ross geller #david schwimmer #pheobe buffay #lisa kudrow #chandler bing #matthew perry #joey tribbiani #matt leblanc #monica geller #courteney cox #rachel green #jennifer aniston #friendsedit #new years eve #happy new year

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puppyeared · 1 year

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Year of the bnuuy

#happy new year!!!!#my art #myart #new year #2023 #my oc #friend oc #anton #Augusta #my characters #original character #oc #suggestive #sort of??? they’re mostly flirting. for now #new years eve #sillies family

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sheena-is-a-punk-rocker · 4 months

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Ringing in the new year with three soldiers, an insurance agent, and a criminal who sucks at geography and spelling

Got a prompt for a New Year's fic in which Harley meets Rick's army buddies and they try to wrap their heads around the fact that their friend is dating THE Harley Quinn. Happy New Year, motherfuckers!

Rick’s sitting on the couch in a rented cabin in the woods—sipping a beer and catching up on life with his two closest army buddies that he hasn’t seen since his ill-fated reunion trip that was interrupted six months ago. Harley’s with him this time, so no chance of anything bad happening.

“Dude, you’re dating Harley Quinn?” His buddy, Kane, asks incredulously.

Apparently he hadn’t specified last time they hung out. Whoops.

“Isn’t she wanted in like seven countries?” His other friend, Ramirez, asks.

“Not anymore,” he replies. Actually, that might not be true, now that he thinks about it. They have immunity from Waller and her bullshit, but not necessarily any foreign governments. Best not to take any international trips, just to be on the safe side.

“Wasn’t she with the Joker for like, a really long time? How has he not killed you yet?”

“Oh, I don’t think Mistah J is gonna be a problem for us anymore,” Harley slurs as she makes her way into the living room—plastic glass of champagne in her hand. She plops down on his lap and pats his cheek. “Ain’t that right, baby?”

He chuckles and pulls her closer. “How many glasses of champagne have you had, Harls?”

“Um… I lost count?”

“How many bottles have you had?”

“Oh! Two!”

He grabs the glass out of her hand and downs the rest of it. “Okay, that’s enough of that for you.”

“They weren’t big bottles!” Harley whines.

“Wait wait wait,” Kane interjects. “You can’t just drop a bomb like that and not elaborate. Did she kill him, Flag?”

“Wasn’t me!”

“You killed him?”

Rick contemplates his answer very carefully. These are his ride or die best friends who have been through the worst with him so he’s pretty sure they won’t turn him into the cops.

“Seriously maimed him,” is what he ends up landing on.

“With his bare hands!” Harley says proudly, with a wet kiss to his cheek.

There’s awed silence for several moments as what he just revealed sinks in. He doesn’t see what’s so surprising about it. It’s not like he hasn’t killed before. He’s killed so many people, in fact, that he’s lost count. Besides, Joker isn’t really that scary.

Ramirez looks like he’s getting ready to say something about the whole thing when Kane’s wife, Rachel, makes an appearance. She has beer and a glass of champagne with her—the latter of which she offers to Harley, who makes grabby hands at it.

He grabs it before she can and sets it aside on an end table out of her reach. “Awww, you suck!”

He chuckles and kisses her temple. “You’ll thank me later when you’re not puking your guts out at midnight, Harls.”

That seems to satisfy her and she relaxes into his embrace.

“So,” Ramirez says. “This is the same Harley who almost burned the apartment down trying to make mac n cheese?”

“That was one time!”

“Three times, Harls. And then there was the time you set off the fire alarm making cookies.”

“That was one time!”

“And the time you—” she claps a hand over his mouth before he can finish his sentence.

“I think they get it! Now can we please change the subject?”

Rachel does the honors, as she comes back to the living room with her own glass of champagne. “So, Harley, what do you do for work?”

“Oh lots of stuff! Rob banks, murder dictators, yell at doctors. I have a card!”

She shoves her hand in her pocket and emerges with her handwritten business card. It’s covered in glitter and the ink is smudged. She hands it over to Rachel, who doesn’t really know what to make of the whole situation.

“Oh. I just… work in life insurance,” she says awkwardly, before attempting to read the card.

Rick snorts and tries to cover it up with a cough. People never quite know what to make of Harley when they first meet her.

“Does that say… ‘mercerany’?”

“It does,” he says with a laugh. It’s a running joke at this point. She’s in his phone under the name “Mercerany #4 (Harls)”.

“I was six margaritas and about five shots of tequila deep at that point, so sue me.”

“You also just suck at spelling even when you’re sober, Harls.”

“Fuck off!”

Rachel squints at the smudged handwriting. “Finder of lost things?”

“Oh! Yeah! I’m great at findin’ lost shit! If ya lose somethin’, I��m your gal!”

The alcohol keeps flowing as Harley launches into her story about her time with the Birds of Prey and Roman Sionis. Before Rick knows it, Rachel is lamenting about her asshole coworker who’s been making her life a living hell.

“And HR won’t do anything about it!”

“Oooh, want me to show up and set her desk on fire?”

Rachel laughs and almost chokes on her champagne.

“She’s serious, you know,” he feels the need to clarify. And then adds, “Maybe don’t go straight for arson, Harls? You’d probably get your point across just fine by yelling at her.”

“Can I at least use the giant hammer?”

“Sure, why not,” he says, before downing the rest of his beer.

“God, you are so cool!” Rachel gushes. She’s at least a full bottle of champagne deep at this point. “Can we be best friends?”

“Yes!” Harley agrees. “Ooooh! You should do roller derby with me!”

“Harls, they live in Montana.”

“Where the fuck is Montana?”

“Across the country, Harls. The state we’re in right now, in fact.”

“Oh. Well that sucks.”

The women settle for getting each other’s phone numbers and promising to text each other every single day.

Rick checks his watch once Harley starts losing steam—five minutes to midnight. He nudges her awake and tells her, “C’mon, wake up, you’re gonna miss it.”

She’s wide awake once the countdown starts.

Ten! Nine! Eight!

She quickly stands up and pulls him out the door to the front porch—where they’re surrounded by a blanket of snow.

“Happy New Year!” they hear from inside the house.

Harley rolls up on her toes and pulls him into a kiss. “Happy New Year, baby,” she says, forehead pressed against his.

“Happy New Year, Harls.”

They share another kiss as the snow starts falling again.

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dino-art · 4 months

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finally finished this, a buncha ocs in color palettes from @goatpaste!!

a couple belong to my friends (@feralshadowdemon, @dellonthebell and sushi) :)

#my art #my ocs #shepherdstown #<- oc thing #art #ocs #friend ocs #..i am not tagging all of them sorry #ah shepherdstown my beloved..#basically: town full of reincarnations #+ some others #also happy new years eve!!

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domesticated-feral · 4 months

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a random scott mccall/donnie darko moodboard

#Scott McCall #Donnie Darko #Scott/Donnie #Teen Wolf #my edit #i like this pairing but for reasons unknown #ALSOOO HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE EVERYONE!!#LOVED HAVING YOU ALL AS FRIENDS THIS YEAR AND I HOPE TO STILL BE FRIENDS WITH YOU LOVELY BUNCH NEXT YEAR TOO!!!#u guys are the best!!

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flovverworks · 4 months

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something something about the lgbtq+ cast in gbf & promise of wizard and how important it is to me personally that akiras not cishet

#stardust speaking !#i wrote more nonsense og but. shrugs!!#been thinking about the cupiris cg forever like the fact they CANONLY had them kiss and DREW THAT makes me dizzy #gbf u r my everything #and the fact the first???? ch of pt2 is just 'ya rustica is trans'#the area convo where figaro talks about his friend #who is def not cis. the paradoxroid npcs.#gbf has had canon trans charas for yeeaaaaaarrrsss like cagli ladiva and balurga are all early charas. and captain has had he/she/they #scattered around for years and years too #im not the biggest katvira fan for the same reason i dont like most ships that falls into those dynamics but i will die on the katvira hill #i need gbf to introduce a new skydweller whos trans i need more #and we need the other writer on miach like what. was happening there #imagine writing a plot that feels so entirely dad accepting kid and then u read the journal entry and go what the hell this wasnt in the ev #anyway point of this post is that im so happy 2 of my big interests are so. not cishet. excellent

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urlocalthomasfan · 4 months

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Happy new year, everyone!

I have finally decided to draw the three miniature (Arlesdale) engines after the art block I had, Jock and Frank's human design will be coming soon.

But I'll say again.. Happy new year!!

#thomas and friends #thomasandfriends #fanart #ttte humanized #ttte mike #ttte rex #ttte bert #happy new year #new years eve

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wrrrenff · 4 months

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Fireworks

Super Mario Bros. Universe Luigi x GN! reader Synopsis: The Mario brothers are back in town after 6 years throwing a New Years Eve party. Your old crush Luigi will be there. Will he remember you? Warnings: Brief mentions of bullying.

It’s New Year's Eve already. Welp, another year wasted. Still stuck at your dead-end job, no relationships, a few close friends but we didn’t do much this year. You can’t be too surprised though. The past few years have been pretty much the same. And the perfect end to such a boring year, you’ll count down on your couch with your cat and a beer. Yippee…

*buzz* *buzz*

You look towards you phone that’s plugged in on your nightstand. Hmm, wonder who that could be. You go to your phone and unlock it to see a text from your friend Pauline.

Pauline: superstar wyd tonight?

You: absolute dog shit. U?

Pauline: yay! the mario bros are back in town and they decided to throw a nye party and YOU are coming with me :)

A party, huh? Not typically your scene but it would be nice to end the year with a bang. And you liked the Mario bros. You didn’t know Mario too well but you were super close friends with Luigi in your school days. You guys were best friends until the brothers moved ‘out of town’. Nobody really knows where they moved but hey, as long as they’re happy. As long as he’s happy. You missed the younger twin so much. It would be nice to see them him again.

You: ok yeah that sounds fun

Pauline: i knew you’d be down. be ready at 10 ok?

You looked at the clock. You had about 2 and a half hours until the party. Better start getting ready. I mean, you want to look good for this reunion, right? You go to your closet and scour through your dresses and jumpers until you land on the PERFECT piece! Now that that decision has been made, you lay your choice out on the bed and go take a shower. As you stand there, the hot water raining down, shaving your legs, you start to think back on your memories with the younger twin.

You met when some kids were bullying him at recess in the 2nd grade. He was curled up under the slide crying while these two 3rd graders made fun of his overalls. I stepped in front of the boy and kicked one of those third graders right in the gut. Totally worth it. From there it was history. As the years went on you and luigi had grown so close. In middle school you developed a crush on him but it was clear he never felt the same way. Any time you flirted with him he just never seemed interested. So you pushed your feelings aside. You were content staying friends. A part of you never let go of those feelings though.

The razor nicked your leg, snapping you out of your thoughts. Now was not the time to think about your crush. Besides, he’s probably got a beautiful partner now. There’s no way someone hasn’t snatched him but in the past 6 years. Anyways, you finish up shaving, washing, and hop out of the shower. You dry off, blow-dry and style your hair and then sit down to do your makeup. You debated between full glamor and something nice and subtle, ultimately deciding to go with the latter. Sitting in front of your vanity, it finally hits you. You're actually going to see Luigi after so long. You want somebody to pinch you! You wonder if Pauline told him you’re coming or if he’s going to be totally blindsided. Would he even be excited to see you after so long? You hoped yes but to be honest, you don’t know. It’s been so long and he might have changed. He could have completely forgotten about you. God, you hoped that wasn’t true. In fact, you’re just going to tell yourself that he hadn’t forgotten or else you’d spiral and you’re in far too deep at this point to back out.

You finish your makeup and slip into your garment. After putting on your shoes, you take one final look at yourself all put together. Not bad. If you saw yourself from across the room you would absolutely go up to yourself and hit on you. Perfect. You check the clock and you’re about 3 minutes ahead of when Pauline said she’d be here. You decided you would go ahead and wait outside for her. Just as you lock your door you hear a whistle followed by the voice of your friend.

“DAMN BABE YOU CLEAN UP NICE” Oh Pauline. Thank you for giving my neighbors a reason to hate me. You quickly run to her car before she has any more chances to disturb the neighborhood. “Hey hot stuff. Are you trying to get laid tonight or what?” Your face turns a deep red color and Pauline’s face lights up. “You still have the hots for the plumber boy don’t you!” You roll your eyes already regretting accepting the invite for tonight. “Can you just drive please?!” “Fine, fine. I bet he’s gonna explode as soon as he gets a piece of you.” You decided not to acknowledge her and try to control your mind on the ride to the party.

Music starts pumping into your ears as you walk up to the house. This is it. Your old best friend is right inside. You’ve got this. You both enter the house and get a little overwhelmed at just how packed it is. But that didn’t matter because you immediately spotted green. Pauline followed your eyeline and smirked. “I’ll meet up with you later” she says and then disappears into the crowd. After waving her off you notice the elder twin dressed in a classy red suit with his arm wrapped around this gorgeous tall blonde dressed in pink. Good for him, you thought. You then speed over to the younger twin and just before you reach him you run into some random dude and get knocked onto the ground.

“Oh! Miss, are you okay? Let me help you-” You look up and lock eyes with Luigi. He recognized you instantly and for a moment it was like time stilled and your two were the only people in the room. No, the only people on earth. You take his outstretched hand and he lifts you back on your feet. “Hey.” You take what feels like years to respond. “Hi Weegee. It’s been so long” He smiles wide at the old nickname you called him. Quickly, he wraps you up in a tight cozy hug which you are just as quick to reciprocate. “I’ve missed you so much mi amore” You were so excited to see Luigi you almost didn’t catch the name he gave you. Almost.

After getting over the shock of seeing each other, Luigi finally takes a good look at you. “You look absolutely bellissima!” You turned red at the compliment. First the nickname and now the complement? You don’t remember Luigi ever being so forward before. Not that you were complaining. “Thank you Weegee. You look pretty handsome yourself.” He was wearing an elegant emerald green suit with a tie embroidered with green mushrooms. He looked jaw droppingly gorgeous. “So where did you and Mario end up moving all those years ago? I would’ve visited you guys if I knew where you were all these years!” At this Luigi’s face contorted to a mix of embarrassment and guilt. “Maybe we should go outside to talk '' He leads you both to the backyard where there's virtually nobody and it’s much quieter. You both sit down on a bench that faces a bird bath. “I’m so sorry I never told you we were leaving or where we went. It’s actually pretty confusing to me even to this day how it all happened. You might not even believe me.” You look at him kind of confused for a moment before smiling. “I’m sure I can understand. Try me.” You nudge his arm with your elbow. Luigi takes a deep breath and explains how he and Mario fell through this thing called a ‘warp pipe’ and landed in this place called the ‘Mushroom Kingdom’. He said for a long time they couldn’t find a way back to New York but eventually the princess of the mushroom kingdom helped them find a way to travel between the kingdom and earth. He even explained that the very princess that had helped them get home was the woman you had seen with Mario earlier.

You feel like your whole world got turned upside down. Luigi didn’t just leave you. He had no choice in the matter. But he sounded happy about living in this new kingdom. Would he just leave again forever after tonight? And don’t even get you started thinking about the fact that there's just a bunch of pipes that can send you to other worldly places!! Lost in thought, you jump when you feel Luigi’s hand on your shoulder. “Are you alright mi amore?” You take another quick moment to process everything before responding. “Luigi, it does all sound insane but I do believe you. I missed you so much. Are you planning on staying in New York now that you’ve found a pipe that connects? I need my best friend back.” Luigi looks sad. There’s something else in his expression that you can’t quite place. “The mushroom kingdom is my home now. I will come back here more often but I can’t just abandon what I’ve built there.” He pauses, takes a deep breath, and grabs your hands. “I want to go back to the mushroom kingdom but I can’t without telling you how much you mean to me. I should have done it years ago before we fell into that stupid warp pipe.”

“Luigi…” You were breathless. Was this real? Was he actually saying what you think he is saying? Your eyes start to get a little watery thinking about how you’ve been waiting for this moment for years. Luigi fully faces you and puts one hand on your cheek, his thumbs wiping away the few tears that formed. “Ever since we met I have been head over heels in love with you. Not a moment passed where I wasn’t thinking about you. Not a moment I didn’t want to hold you or kiss you. You have always been my comfort and my home. You made the hard days easier. You still do. When things get hard in the mushroom kingdom I always think of you and how amazing you are. How you’d cheer me on when things got tough.” He suddenly got very shy and started rubbing his neck. “Do you feel the same principessa?”

You were overwhelmed with love. All of the feelings you’ve been fostering for years are coming to the surface. You can’t be sure this was real. You tried to remember back to your school days, scanning the memories and finally realizing those moments where you thought Luigi was just being nice, he was flirting with you. It was all falling into place for you. You were just too caught up in your feelings for him that you didn’t realize that he did in fact like you too and he wasn’t blowing you off. “Of course I feel the same, Weegee! I just never said anything because I thought you didn’t feel the same.” At that Luigi sprung forward bringing you into a tight embrace, lifting you off the bench and spun you around the backyard. You both were so giddy with love and could not stop the giggles that sprung out.

As your giggles died down, Luigi slowly brought you both to a stop, letting you back down on the ground. You just stare at each other, drinking each other in. You noticed his mustache and curly hair have a few grays in them. His eyes were so round and full of life. Little freckles were sprinkled across his cheeks and nose. At this moment you were sure there was no one you’d rather be with ever. “Take me with you.” You blurt out, surprising both of you. “What are you saying mia amata?” You grab hold of Luigi’s arms and lock eyes with him. “Take me with you back to the mushroom kingdom. I want to be with you. I don’t want to keep you from your home but I can’t be here if you’re not. Let's start a life together.” Now it’s Luigi’s turn to start tearing up. He can’t get any words out so he just shakes his head aggressively.

“I love you so much Weegee.” Luigi tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I love you too mi amore” Luigi looks at your lips for a brief moment. You close your eyes and lean in until you feel Luigi meet your lips. The kiss was passionate, filled with more than a decade of what each of you thought was unrequited love. He tasted like basil. It was delicious. Suddenly fireworks started going off in the night sky, startling both of you and breaking up the kiss. You chuckle. “It must be midnight. Happy New Year Weegee.” Luigi leans down and gives you a sweet but quick peck in the lips. “Happy New Year vita mia.”

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