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Ruin Me (part 3)
wc: 4k || rating: E || story summary: Steve shows up on Eddieās doorstep with an offer he canāt refuse || chapter summary: Eddie lays out ground rules and tells Steve exactly how heās going to ruin him. || tags: omegaverse, alpha!Eddie Munson, omega!Steve Harrington, intersex omegas, explicit content (see ao3 for full tags) || posted in full on ao3
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Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
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Previouslyā¦
āPick up your money, Harrington,ā he repeated, more slowly this time, stopping the other boy before he could move away. āBecause Iām not a prostitute, but Iāll give you what you want, sweetheart. Iāll give you my knot and ruin you so good.ā
Harringtonās eyes widened at Eddieās words, his breath shuddering, and in the space of the quietude between them as they stared at each other, another peal of thunder shook the walls of the trailer.
Eddie licked his lips, a small thrill going through him at the way Harringtonās eyes followed the movement, and quirked his lips up into a smile.
āCāmon, Harrington. Letās get you out of those wet things, shall we?ā
āSteve.ā
Eddie blinked. āWhat.ā
āSteve. If weļæ½ļæ½re doing this, call me āSteve,ā Eddie,ā Harrington said pointedly. āIām not going to fuck someone who calls me by my last name in bed,ā he complained with another little nose wrinkle of annoyance.
Eddie tried not to find it cute.
āSteve, then,ā he snorted, and he hoped it didnāt sound fond. He was going for annoyed, put upon, anything other than soft. āCāmon, Steve. Iām curious about this magic pussy Iāve heard so much about.ā
HarriāSteve flushed at that, rolling his eyes again, but let Eddie tug at his arm to lead him back towards the single bedroom. āYou know, youāre not as cute as you think you are,ā he muttered, causing Eddie to grin.
āYou know Iām adorable,ā he teased, flashing his pearly whites over his shoulder at the other boy, causing HāSteve to look away quickly as though embarrassed. He tightened his fingers around Eddieās when he slid his hand from Steveās wrist to his palm, trying to portray a confidence he didnāt really know if he was feeling at the moment.
This was Steve Harrington he was leading to his bedroom. To have sex. To fuck his no doubt tight little virgin cunt and knot him and absolutely ruin him for any alpha wanting to take his alleged purity.
Eddie didnāt really care much for the whole concept of āvirginityā of course, but he couldnāt deny the fact that he got a little thrill at the thought of taking Harringtonās. Steveās. Whatever.
Following Eddie into his bedroom, Steve didnāt even try to hide the fact that he was looking around and taking everything in. Well, everything except the bed. He very studiously avoided looking at that, which Eddie thought was amusing. He was about to be splayed out on it, legs spread and pussy filled, just like he asked for. Or, rather, demanded.
āYou on birth control, pretty boy?ā Eddie asked, letting go of Steveās hand to shut the door behind them. They might be alone in the trailer, but one could never be too careful. āIāve got the morning-after pill if you need it too.ā
Steve's flush deepened. āIā¦no, Iām not,ā he mumbled. āIāve never needed it, and my parents would never agree to put me on it. Said it encourages deviant behavior.ā
Eddie grinned, moving to take the towel still draped over Steveās shoulder and tossing it beside the bed. They could use it later for cleanup. āWell, sweetheart, if you ever need some, you know where to get it now. Since Iām about to be balls deep inside you, Iāll even give you a discount,ā he winked.
Steve rolled his eyes with another small grimace. āAre you always this vulgar?ā
āDepends on who you ask.ā Eddieās eyes skimmed over Steveās body. He could feel the flare of interest igniting in his gut now that the decision to do this had been made. āNow take your clothes off, precious, and tell me your limits.ā
Steve had started to comply, seemingly eager enough to pull his damp clothing off, but he paused for a moment with a frown, shirt halfway off. āLimits? Why would I have limits? I gave you permission for whatever.ā
Eddie tried not to frown at that. He didnāt like wherever Steveās thoughts were going, and it just made him even more glad he hadnāt sent the dude off to some other alpha who wouldnāt care about anything beyond getting their dick wet. Instead, he shook his head and shucked off his own shirt, stripping the rest of his clothing easily.
Steveās eyebrows shot up, his eyes taking in all of the exposed skin Eddie was now displaying, moving lower and lower until his gaze snagged on Eddieās cock. His eyes widened.
Eddie was a little smug, he could admit that. He knew he didnāt have much of an ass to speak of, but he had a slightly bigger than average sized alpha dick, and most importantly of all, he knew how to use it.
It was still mostly flaccid at the moment, his mind still coming to terms with his body on the fact that he was about to pop Steve Harringtonās cherry, but it was still a sight to behold.
Eddie carefully removed the rings from his fingers and set them on his dresser before spitting in the palm of his hand, leaning back against his dresser as he took himself lazily in hand. He used the other to gesture vaguely at Steve.
āGo on, sweetheart. Finish undressing. Let me look at whatās mine for the night,ā he grinned.
Steve swallowed, his flush moving down his chest, something Eddie only knew as Steve revealed more of it to his watchful gaze. His eyes never strayed from where Eddie was stroking himself off, working himself to full stiffness as he watched Steve undress.
He might have felt self-conscious, being so exposed in front of Steveās Adonis-like physique, but the look in Harringtonās eyes as he gazed at Eddie wasnāt disgust. Far from it, in fact.
Stepping out of his squelching shoes, Steveās pants and socks joined the pile on the floor, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark navy blue underwear. More butch than Eddie was expecting, he could be honest about that, having half expected something lacy and skimpy beneath.
Steveās thumbs hooked under the waistband of his underwear, hesitating only a brief moment more, and then those too joined the clothes on the ground, andā¦oh.
Eddie felt a vague flare of annoyance. Of course Steve would be beautiful here too. His cocklette was a little bigger than Eddie had expected at first, and to his everlasting surprise, it was already hard.
Now that his rain-soiled clothing was stripped from him, Eddie could take in the more unadulterated scent of the other boy, his mouth beginning to pool with saliva at the heady scent of not just aroused omega, but aroused Steve.
Steve was into what he saw, his little cocklet twitching ever so slightly as his gaze followed the slow movement of Eddieās hand on his own dick. Interesting. Not at all expected, but thoroughly appreciated. Heād been a little worried that Steveās preferences would make it harder for him to enjoy tonightās activities, but it seemed that worry was in vain.
āGet on the bed, sweetness. On your back. And spread your legs for me. I wanna see all of you,ā Eddie ordered, though he kept his tone more neutral. While a part of him would have quite enjoyed something a little firmer, he needed to get the important thing taken care of first.
Steve once more hesitated only a moment, wavering slightly and then he was obeying once more, moving to settle back against Eddieās pillow and spreading his legs wide. Though there was a bit of shininess to Steveās labia, his cocklet had wilted some, Steveās eyes screwed shut and his fingers curled into the sheets beneath him.
Eddie released his own dick to move to stand before the bed, watching the way Steveās muscles twitched as he tensed up. He let out a small snort. āLook at you, trembling already. You really are a virgin, arenāt you?ā
Steveās eyes shot open with annoyance, just as Eddie had predicted they would. āIām not a liar!ā he huffed. āCan you just hurry up and get this over with?ā he added with a snap.
Smirking, Eddie shrugged one shoulder. āOh sweetheart, Iām going to take my time with you. If Iām going to ruin you, Iām going to make certain I ruin you for every alpha after me. By the time Iām done with you, Iām going to have you drenched in your own slick, your pussy red from being stretched for hours, and your muscles putty in my bed. But only after you tell me your limits.ā
That delicious flush was taking over Steve again, his flagging cocklet twitching once more with renewed interest, before confusion suffused Steveās expression. āButā¦I donāt understand,ā he frowned.
Eddie quirked a brow, letting his gaze linger on Steveās cocklet and pussy just beneath it, before raising his gaze to Steveās own. āWhat donāt you understand?ā
āIā¦ā Steve let out a small annoyed huff, though it was obvious the annoyance was more aimed at himself than anything. āYou just need to knot me. You donāt need toā¦do all that other stuff,ā he mumbled as he glanced away.
āStevie, baby,ā Eddie purred, causing Steveās gaze to shoot back towards him. āYou said I get to do whatever I want. And I want to take you apart, sweetness. Slowly, and repeatedly. After all, I have to make certain I ruin you. A quick dicking isnāt going to do that nearly well enough.ā
Wide brown eyes stared back at him, the unmistakable scent of aroused omega filling the air once more. Eddie licked his lips almost as though he could taste it, feeling that thrill again as Steveās gaze once more locked in on the movement.
āNowā¦limits, Steve. Tell me your limits. Then Iāll reward you.ā
Though he still looked confused, and entirely out of his depth, Steveās fingers were no longer curled quite so tightly in Eddieās sheets. āI-Iā¦I donāt know,ā he mumbled, embarrassed and ashamed. āIāve neverā¦Iāve only everā¦ā He trailed off, though Eddie could guess how that sentence ended. Iāve only ever taken care of someone else before.
And it was high time to change that.
āHow about this then, sweetheart. If I do something you donāt like, no matter what it is, you can either tap anywhere on my body three times and Iāll stop, or squeeze me three times. You can also tell me with words, either pick a word of your own or you can use the traffic light system.
āāRedā for stop, where we stop everything and I check in on you, offering aftercare and easing you back to feeling safe. āYellowā for slow down, check in, youāre still enjoying it but itās getting a bit much for you and youāre approaching your limit. āGreenā for enthusiastic consent, youāre enjoying it and want to keep going. Got it?ā
Steve blinked, a confused furrow to his brow, but his lips worked soundlessly over the information he was just given. He carefully, cautiously, moved to prop himself up on his elbows to stare at Eddie.
āI donāt get it,ā he murmured, and Eddie was about to find another way to explain it to make it more understandable, when Steve continued. āI told you that you could do whatever you wanted to me, to use me, and youā¦want to make certain I enjoy it too?ā
Eddie froze, mouth partially open for a simpler explanation, realizing with mounting horror that that wasnāt what Steve was confused about. Surely he didnāt expect Eddie toā¦whatā¦pump and dump without any care to what his bed partner was enjoying, or if they even enjoyed it at all? That heād simply take and break and use without wanting to bring his partner pleasure.
The want to be offended rose in him again, but there was no malice in Steveās confusion; he was simply genuinely uncertain about what he had even demanded of Eddie.
āIf I do what you want me to do, fuck you and knot you, without you being aroused and interested, I could greatly harm you, Steve. The whole point of this is to escape an alpha who does that.ā
āWell, yeah, butā¦ā Steve shifted uncomfortably on the bed. āItād just be the once. And itās not like you like me or anything. I trust you wonāt hurt me too much, butā¦the idea of making me hurt, of getting, I donāt know, some sort of payback against rich jocks doesnāt interest you?ā
Eddie snorted at the way Steve tilted his head like a fucking dog. It shouldnāt be as adorable as it was, Steve naked and spread out like that on Eddieās bed. āOh, making you hurt would be a great honor of mine, Harrington. But I only like consensual hurt.ā
āSteve,ā Steve snapped in correction, before frowning. āConsensual hurt?ā
Eddie grinned then, finally placing a knee to the mattress as he climbed on top of the bed, enjoying the way Steveās eyes widened slightly, tracking his movements.
āHolding you so tightly you bruise, carrying my mark with you long past the time we part. Maybe my fingerprints, maybe my teeth. Fucking you so hard you still feel me tomorrow, or the next day. Maybe longer. Just enough so that when you feel the ache, it makes you wet for me again. Maybe a little light spanking if youāre really naughty.ā
Making Steve flush was quickly becoming Eddieās new favorite thing. He smirked, slowly reaching out to press a palm to Steveās ankle, sliding it up his shin to just over the cress of his knee as he inched his way closer to the other boy. Steveās muscles were tense beneath him. In fact, he scarcely seemed to breathe.
āBesides the fact that I would never do that, why would I need to get payback against you, sweetheart? Youāve never personally caused me trouble. If anything, I should be thanking you for the bountiful feast before me,ā he murmured, sliding his hand up next to Steveās thigh, feeling as much as hearing Steveās stuttering breath.
He moved in closer, sliding his thumb to rub small circles over Steveās inner thigh. āIām going to make you feel so good, baby boy, I promise. Do I have your permission?ā
Steve gave a very jerky nod, causing Eddie to tut. āI need your verbal consent, sweetheart,ā he murmured. āI know you asked for this, but I need to hear you say you want this. That you want to have sex with me, with your words.ā
Steve stared at Eddie, pupils blown wide from both the low lighting in the room and his obvious arousal. He wet his lips, and the once cold skin was now all but burning beneath Eddieās palm. āYes,ā he whimpered. āYes, please.ā Steve swallowed thickly. āMark me.ā
Eddie grinned, basking in the permission. He couldnāt deny that he was interested, not with Steve looking as good as he did on his bed like this. For him. Yeah, it was a bit of an ego stroke, okay? Having Steve Harrington wet for him, desiring him, the scent of his arousal washing away any of the earlier sour distress.
More than that, however, was the fact that Steve trusted him. They didnāt know each other from Adam, and yet here Steve was, baring himself for Eddie and telling him that he trusted him with this ploy of his. Steve wasnāt just popping his cherry here; he was irreversibly ruining his reputation and whatever social status he had once held.
Steve Harrington wasnāt anything like how Eddie had assumed him to be. He was a bitch, sure, but there was something in his gaze that spoke of something other too, somethingā¦fragile. Something lost, and god if Eddie wasnāt one to find little lost sheepies and protect them from the wolves.
He had thought once that Steve was a wolf, and maybe part of him was. Maybe part of him was a sheep too though too. Or maybe Steve was justā¦Steve.
It didnāt matter. Not right now. No, Eddie wasnāt going to start waxing poetic about some guy he didnāt even like, not when he could have his fun and make Steve remember this night for years to come.
Eddie pushed everything else out of mind, pushed away why they were doing this, focusing instead only on the fact that he had a naked, wet, wanting Steve Harrington in his bed and he was going to do his damned best at giving Steve the night of his life.
āFuck, baby, youāre so pretty,ā he breathed, hating it was true. Everyone knew it was true. No, Steve wasnāt some ethereal beauty or anything, yet something about him drew everyone in, whether they wanted to be or not. Hell, it had even drawn Hargrove in, which Eddie had appreciated for a moment because it kept Hargrove from taunting any of the freaks and geeks at school.
Of course, then Steve had returned to school with a busted face and Hargrove in an even worse mood than before, which was when the latter did start up his harassment of others he deemed lesser. Which was just about everyone. He steered clear of Steve for the most part after that though, which was a relief.
Hold up.
A relief?
Christ, apparently all Steve had to do was bat his pretty brown eyes and flash his pink wet pussy for Eddie to fall all over himself about the dude. For his alpha to want to protect this exposed omega before him. That was annoying.
Yet, as Steve stared up at him with widened eyes and a flush staining his cheeks and sliding down his chest, Eddie couldnāt find it in himself to be too annoyed at the moment. For a guy who no doubt got complimented frequently, Steve was acting like no one had ever called him āprettyā before.
āNow, whatās your color, baby boy?ā Eddie murmured, scooting closer between Steveās legs which parted even more for him naturally. Christ. He let his hand slide fully to Steveās thigh then, his thumb lightly caressing the inner skin as Steveās muscles jumped at his ministrations.
Steve swallowed thickly, wide gaze still on Eddie, though his brows puckered a little in confusion again, though they quickly smoothed out in understanding. He drew his bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze skirting down to wear Eddieās cock bobbed in the air between them, before quickly looking back up into Eddieās eyes with a brighter flush to his face.
āG-green,ā he stammered, clearly nervous, but the rush of aroused omega scent spoke of the truth behind his words. He hesitated a moment with an almost wry smile to his lips. āAndā¦maybe a little yellow,ā he hesitantly admitted as he looked away again.
Whichā¦probably shouldnāt make Eddie as happy as it did. But it did make him happy to have Steve admit his reservations, to be truthful about how he was feeling, and about what they were about to do.
āGood boy,ā Eddie murmured, causing Steve to start and return his gaze to him with a small part of his lips in surprise. He tried to offer a reassuring smile, as weird as such a thing was to offer to Steve Harrington of all people. The guy everyone wanted. The guy currently naked in Eddieās bed. Shit.
Clearing his throat, Eddie didnāt remove his thumb from where it was softly stroking over Steveās quivering thigh, but he didnāt push forward for more yet either. āIāll tell you what Iām planning to do, sweetheart. And then you can tell me if you want that.ā
He waited for Steve to give him a small nod before continuing. āIām going to slide my fingers to your pretty little cunt, and Iām going to rub you softly so you get used to my touch. Only then, when I know you want it as much as I do, am I going to slide my fingers inside you.ā
āEddie,ā Steve whinedāand damn if Eddie didnāt like the sound of thatāpressing himself back further against the sad and limp pillow on his bed braced against the wall.
āThen,ā Eddie continued, encouraged by Steveās obvious enjoyment at that thought. āJust one at first, sweetheart, donāt worry. Your little virgin pussy canāt handle all of me without being loosened up first. I bet youāre so tight, so beautifully untouched. I canāt wait to ruin you, precious.ā
Eddie slid his gaze down to the thatch of hair that was obviously as groomed as the rest of Steve, his pink and shiny folds evident through it and making Eddie salivate for a taste. He brought his free hand back to his own dick to squeeze as he settled back on his haunches, looking his fill.
āFirst one finger, then two. Then Iām going to put three fingers inside you, sweetness. Iām going to stretch you wide for me so you can take my big, thick, alpha cock. But firstā¦ā
Eddie lifted his gaze to meet Steveās with a wicked grin. āBefore you get to have my cock, Iām going to slip my tongue inside you and taste just how sweet you really are, baby. You want that?ā
Steveās eyes fell shut as he arched back slightly, sliding his feet to press against the bed, effectively spreading his legs wider while also chasing Eddieās hand on his thigh to slide down further to land at the junction where thigh met hip.
āFuck, Eddie, yes. Iām green, asshole, Iām so green,ā he panted. āFucking touch me already before I find an alpha who isnāt just all talk.ā
That brought a growl rumbling out of Eddie, and he released his dick to lean forward and grab Steveās jaws between his fingers. āOh trust me, sweetness,ā he said as he leaned in close, letting his other thumb brush into the hair surrounding Steveās most sensitive bits, skating just along the edge of Steveās pussy. āIām going to make you eat your words.ā
Though Steve had flinched slightly at the fast grip to his jaw, he stared up at Eddie now with no hint of fear, only challenge and smug satisfaction, his breath brushing against Eddieās lips. āYeah? Gonna make me eat something else, Munson?ā he lightly jeered. āAnd here I thought you were the one promising to eat something.ā
He didnāt know who moved first. All Eddie knew was that within the space of one moment and the next, his and Steveās lips were on one another, a needing gasping breath escaping Steve as Eddie wasted no time shoving his tongue into Steveās mouth as he braced himself above the other boy.
True to his words, he slid his other hand further in, finally pressing his guitar calloused fingers against the slick heat of Steveās folds.
Steve moaned at the sensation, arching against Eddie as Eddie started rubbing his fingers against him, the slick ease of it revealing just how turned on Steve already was with Eddieās promises.
Eddie, for his part, had to swallow back a groan at how sweet the air was smelling at the moment now, how fucking good Steve felt even just against his fingers like this as he began producing more slick. His fingers moved easily over Steve, sliding up occasionally to glide over Steveās cocklet, causing the omega to release another wave of arousal.
Steve was not a passive participant, however. No, almost immediately his arms had wrapped around Eddieās shoulders and back, holding the alpha close as he lifted his hips to try to rock against the fingers touching him. Though he let Eddie invade his mouth with his tongue, his own was just as active sliding against Eddieās, moving with him in encouragement.
A needy whine left the omega, one leg leaving the bed to wrap over Eddieās.
āEddie, please,ā Steve whimpered when Eddie finally had to pull his mouth away, though the alpha couldnāt leave fully, trailing lips and teeth and tongue over Steveās jaw and neck. āPlease, alpha, need you inside meā¦ā
And if that wasnāt just the sweetest sound.
āYou feel so good, omega,ā Eddie whispered with a pant against Steveās skin, feeling how his own tip was beginning to bead with desire for the boy beneath him. āGonna knot you up so good. Gonna ruin you for anyone else again ever.ā
āProve it,ā Steve growled. āStop being such a pussy and put your fingers inside me already.ā
Who was Eddie to argue with that?
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Author Commentary:
You know, I feel like Iām back on my FFNet grind doing this, but hey, whatever.
Aaaaanywaysā¦
First off, let me say that I have officially listed this fic as part of a series, Ruined and Redeemed. Once Ruin Me is completed here on tumblr, Iām going to begin working on a companion fic that takes place the immediate morning after, told in Steveās POV. How exciting. Other smaller fics set in the same universe may also entice me. I already have an idea for at least one or two.
This was honestly an important part for me in my writing because it deals with matters of consent. I am pretty chill with certain aspects of dub-con, such as omega heats or sex pollen, but it is still very important to me for there to be a clear line drawn as well. Eddie likewise needs that line to never be crossed, needing fully verbal consent.
Which is, of course, absolutely foreign to Steve. He gets consent, of course. And absolutely follows it himself, but he doesnāt quite get it in connection to himself in this moment. In his mind, heās giving a disgraced alpha absolute control over him and, from everything he knows about alphas, heās expecting Eddie to take advantage of that and him.
As well, he knows that Eddie doesnāt like him, knows of his reputation in school, and knows that he used to be a jerk. Maybe not quite like Tommy or Billy, but he did and said things he wasnāt proud of and fully believes that Eddie would get revenge on him because all the alphas he interacts with definitely would.
The fact that Eddie is still gentle with him (in his own way) and fully wants Steveās consent and enjoyment in sex is definitely one of the things that makes Steve want. Heās heartbroken by Nancy, even though heās acknowledged that they werenāt good for each other and she has feelings for Jonathan instead, so he is definitely a little emotionally fragile as well and just as emotionally needy.
Eddie giving him clear details on what heās going to do to him, therefore, being open and honest with him about something heās nervous aboutā¦yeah, it definitely helps him see Eddie differently. And it also makes him horny lmao.
Which was a really fun thing to write. I loved the idea of Steve both being a slut and being a virgin. He happily takes care of his partners, but he canāt do much for himself because of his parentsā strict traditionalist beliefs. Theyāre definitely the sort to like, check to make certain a hymen is still intact or something, taking Steve for regular checkups to make certain he hasnāt been defiled.
They fill him with heat suppressants even though it can, at least in my version of things, be harmful if used overly much. It can almost make a heat, once had, more extreme and painful if the omega doesnāt have an alpha to knot them, resulting in something similar to rejection or isolation sickness that can make the omega incredibly ill. Suppressing for too long can also affect fertility, though that is something not as widely known in the 80s.
In this particular part, Steve is thus being treated as an active participant for the first time, with Eddie behaving unlike any other alpha heās ever known. Especially one who should hate him, or so he believes. At the very least, theyāre absolute strangers. In his mind, Eddie as an alpha shouldnāt care so much about how an omega feels or thinks.
Similarly, Eddie is realizing that his preconceived notions of who Steve Harrington is are absolutely wrong. Instead, he discovers that Steve is someone who needs to be put first for once, someone who needs to be cared for. While Eddie isnāt quite yet accepting of his own changing feelings for the other boy, the shift is definitely there.
I am a full believer that Eddie and Steve would bicker during sex and positive emotional moments. Steve calls Eddie āassholeā all the time but it becomes something as affectionate as Eddieās use of āsweetheartā or any other endearment. They snipe and tease and argue in a way that is very much like foreplay to them.
Also, Eddieās use of āpreciousā is 100% him making a Gollum reference that he knows Steve wonāt get. Itās almost as mocking as Steveās āassholeā and fake fighting will 100% be part of their love language.
Next part will consist of the actual smut. Iāll try to get it out sooner and also there be only maybe two parts left; the smut part and the aftercare/resolution part. Hopefully. Fingers crossed!
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#fic: ruin me#with commentary#omegaverse steddie#alpha eddie munson#omega steve harrington#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#plot thots
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"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"
some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#itafushi#fushiita#yuji itadori#fushiguro megumi#megumi fushiguro#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#I LOVE PLOTTING AND ALSO SCHEMING#listen i have a lot of feelings and i needed 2 process them and i do that by making art 2 target my mutuals directly#read my about it's there it's in the fineprint if we talk You Are Not Safe smile#i just . BITING BITING BITING this fic#the domesticity the grief the casual yet unfathomably deep soulmatism.......im ruined i tell u Ruined#so naturally i dropped everything#remember how i said lefts/rights r my enemy my beloathed my nemesis. MIRRORS MADE IT SO MUCH WORSE FHGDSAJFGJS I WANTED DEATH#i was like this is incorrect. no this is correct. flips them around in my head. no im wrong again actually#purgatory tbh but we got there (watch me be wrong again tho if i am wrong again i think i will Cry)#anyway!!! i don't have much else to say except pls read the fic and show jinx some love they 1000% deserve it this fic 1000% deserves it#i could only draw so many scenes but i would draw all of it if i could#fr i ws so paranoid abt accuracy lmao cut 2 footage of me looking up rice cooker models and wtf the colour 'carnelian' was#i hope i got everything right i hope i did it justice :'>#also if any1 mentions how megumi's arm in 3 is at an awkward angle. look me in the eye and tell me youve comfortably cuddled with someone#i will call u a liar
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Batfamily/Superfamily angst fic where one of the Supes (Jon? Kon?) takes off too quickly/recklessly next to one of the Batkids and accidentally ruptures their eardrum and Bruce goes on the warpath for Clark about it.
#obvs they settle it fine but#I want Bruce to yell at Clark#that they have to be CAREFUL#around humans#and Clark is like what this has never happened with me before#and Bruce is like do you want me to tell you the truth about that or not#bruce wayne#batman#dc#Fic ideas#batfamily#clark kent#Bruce ruins his friend but then picks him back up
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The Daycare Attendant and Their Dialogue
A little ramble on some of the things I've noticed about their ways of speaking. This post ended up being predominantly about how they refer to one another. Most of this is speculation mixed in with my own views on them and their relationship, without discarding some other possible alternatives (for instance, although I do view them as two AIs that heavily rely on each other to function properly, I do not cast aside the interpretation that they are the same person).
(note: although I have played SB and Ruin, I did not play HW2 myself. All I know about that game has been through let's plays).
Sun is, obviously, the chattier of the two. Not only are his sentences longer, he speaks more of them in a row than Moon does - in fact, we only see Moon going on and on in Ruin (which we will discuss later).
Both of them use a lot of repetitions when speaking. From their infamous "clean up, clean up" line, to Sun's panicked "you like glitter glue? I have glitter glue!" and "light's on! Light's on! Keep the generators on!", to Moon's "hidey hide, hide away" and "bad children must be punished. Bad children must be found", "knock knock", etc. One of the first things Eclipse says is also a repetition ("warning, warning"). They appear to occasionally rhyme their words too, or at the very least use similar sounds in their sentences. This is a robot that works with young children, so it's not surprising.
On that same vein, their main insult to misbehaving children (and employees... or at least Cassie's dad) is also a repetition: "naughty, naughty" (which turns into "naughty boy" for Gregory), "rulebreaker, rulebreaker", and "bad kid, bad kid". In fact, it appears they repeat words more often when they're mad/stressed (Sun's no no nos, Moon freaking out in Ruin). Taking into account they get mad pretty easily when things don't go their way, it's not surprising we hear it so often, but it's neat.
Although both of them speak in an almost song like manner, with Sun's run on sentences flowing well between one another, Moon is the one where this is more evident due to how much shorter his lines are.
Moon is also the one who speaks in a more childish manner. Not only are his phrases shorter, he doesn't articulate them as much as Sun does, and seems to prefer shorter words and sounds, especially giggles. This makes Sun appear more developed. Key word being appear.
Sun tends to speak as if he's entertaining a crowd, doing his best to keep the attention on himself while trying to keep it fun. This is most evident in his level explanation parts in HW2, but it's also clear in SB. In Ruin, this is absent for... obvious reasons.
Both of them are somehow direct in their way of giving orders/saying what they want to do. When they can't be direct, they find workaround truths in order to conceal what they truly want to say, while keeping the main order clear (such as Sun saying the player will hurt their eyes if they work in the dark and ordering them to keep the lights on, rather than saying Moon will kill them so keep that room bright. Direct, but nicer).
Not at all important to FNAF speech lore but I think it's funny: Sun says the infamous Vanny line during the daycare intro section. "Are you having fun yet? (Are ya, are ya?)". 0.5 seconds after Gregory just stands there, which coincidentally is what Vanny does 0.5 seconds after Gregory gets into a vent (numbers exaggerated). I don't know. I just think it's funny. Replaying the daycare section after hearing Vanny yapping that line non stop gave me flashbacks.
The way they refer to each other and the pronouns they use are an entire thing, so let me separate it in two parts.
So that this post doesn't become scrolling hell on the tags, I'll keep it below the read more line:
Sun
Sun is the one who refers to himself the most. He frequently uses "I" or "me" when talking about himself, and does it way more often than Moon. Examples of this are "I have glitter glue!", "I'm stuck in a nap", "it really speaks to me", "I feel dumber just looking at it" - you get the point by now. The reason I'm going hard on this point is to contrast his way of speaking to Moon's.
When it comes to him referring to Moon, we only ever hear it twice. In HW2 he says "He'll wake up if the lights go out!". In Ruin, he says "Not me, the other me!". Besides those two voice lines, he merely alludes to Moon without ever mentioning him by name or by pronouns (such as when he says he'll turn the lights off himself, implying he'll let Moon deal with you, or when he says you can't work in the dark and instead of saying the real reason as to why, he cuts himself and goes "You'll- hurt your eyes if you work in the dark").
This is interesting for two reasons: one, we only see him directly mention his counterpart when he's in a ruined state (the HW2 voice line comes from the mask off section, when they're broken down. At least I think so); two, he simultaneously views Moon as separate from himself ("he'll wake up") and as a part of himself/another side of himself ("the other me"). You can take that as them really being the same "person", or as a reflection of their complicated body sharing situation. Take it as you will.
As far as referring to himself and Moon at the same time, he only does it in Ruin when he states "We need to be whole".
Moon
The way Moon structures his sentences means that he seldomly actually refers to himself directly. For instance, he doesn't say "I will find you" or "I will punish you", putting himself as the subject of the sentence. Instead, he puts others as the subject, wording it as "Bad children must be found" and "Bad children must be punished". This is consistent across all of his voice lines except one... Well, technically two.
To get it out of the way: there's a deleted voice line where he says "I'm putting you in time out", a line he and Sun share and which worked the same way the clean up one does - them saying the same thing, a push towards them being the same person ordeal.
The only in-game time he refers to himself directly is in Ruin. This line is also the only time he refers to both himself and Sun as a duo. This line is also the longest line of dialogue Moon has.
"(groaning noises) Naughty! Naughty! Make it stop! The light makes us hurt! Grind Grind! Grinding gears inside my head! We can't move. Error! Error!"
This line, much like Sun's, is interesting for various reasons. Even though Sun is no longer with him (being stuck in the VR world and separate from Moon, shown by how Moon can't move because the lights are on but his body can't shift into Sun, so he's completely stuck), he first refers to himself as a "us" - adding Sun into the mix. Then he refers to himself alone, "my head" instead of "ours", before going right back to a plural.
We can assume one of three things here: one, Moon refers to himself as a we more often, adding Sun into the mix, a complete opposite of his counterpart who typically speaks in singulars; or two, Sun is not as absent as he appears and in that moment he is in fact with Moon, just stuck on the passenger sit, hurting alongside him; or three, this is merely an effect of this being in the Ruin DLC where the whole point of the daycare section is to fuse Sun and Moon into the Eclipse, so the writers decided to bring the point home further. If you have more options, feel free to add them.
Side note: This voiceline also shows Moon's speaking patterns pretty well. Putting "the light" as the subject instead of "we/I", the rhyming, the repetition, the clipped sentences compared to Sun's endless ones, the noises, the scratchiness, the vague childlike mannerism... All ending with "we can't move", way more straight to the point, said right before he freezes up, which deviates from the "other subject first then me" rule due to the pain tearing through him at the moment.
Moon does not call Sun "the other me" or anything similar in any of the games. He never refers to Sun as if he too was Sun. However, we can assume his view on their situation probably mirrors Sun's - being in the same body and all -, so take it as you will.
And as for Moon referring to Sun as a separate individual... He does not refer to him as a "he". Instead, he actually mentions his counterpart by name, saying "No more Sun". Meaning he's the only one of the the two that has canonically used his other side's name. I think it's interesting how the least chatty one is the one actually calling the other by name and not the other way around. And yes, you can say it's a way of speaking and he's referring to the concept of the sun rather than saying his name, but taking into consideration Sun never utters the word moon, I'd say it's still quite a big thing.
In my headcanon land, due to the happenings at the Pizzaplex, Sun is probably too embarrassed and mortified to even mention Moon. Moon, on the other hand, has no reason to have such troubles besides hating Sun for (in his perspective) keeping him locked in a prison of light. So for me, it makes sense we never see Sun saying Moon's name, and it makes it more impactful when he actually acknowledges Moon as the other me rather than a he.
Eclipse
I lied there's three parts.
Eclipse has very few voice lines. The only one that matters here is "We need to clean this place up before we can open in the morning." This is pretty straight to the point: Eclipse, unlike Sun and Moon, doesn't use an "I". They immediately speak in the plural. They do not view themselves as just Eclipse, but rather as both Sun and Moon combined, at the same time.
As for the DCA being two AIs or one... in Ruin, Sun thanks Cassie after Eclipse is activated. It's left ambiguous. You can say Sun speaking afterwards proves they're not one and the same, "with the Sun and Moon AIs still running separately somehow", or you can assume Eclipse existing doesn't mean Sun and Moon can't keep doing their thing under safe mode, albeit in a less chaotic manner, allowing Sun's voice to come through but not making him any less Moon - he is Moon, he is Sun, and they are complicated yet very simple.
I believe in whichever version is more convenient at any given time, with a preference for "two codependent AIs" given what the games show us. Although, going by everything I collected here, the only theory I believe to just not be supported by canon at all is the one with Eclipse as a separate thing all together. Eclipse refers to themselves as a "we', not an "I". Eclipse activates when you make Sun and Moon "whole". It canonically makes no sense for Eclipse to be a third thing. (Please remember this is a post about what's in the games, the canon of FNAF. AUs and fandom or whatever, you do you).
That's it. Hope you enjoyed my rambling. Uh artblog unpaid promotion @tagidearte thank you for making it this far.
#dca#fnaf#daycare attendant#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#sundrop#moondrop#fnaf eclipse#fnaf security breach#fnaf ruin#help wanted 2#hw2#if you wanna know#I spent time on this because...#I am writing two fics for them (just them and other canon characters)#and although Sun's dialogue comes easy to me#I did all this analysis just to be able to write moon's#never say fanfic doesn't make you look at stuff in ways you'd never really do otherwise
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Long Ass Break
art donaldson drabble
pairing: art donaldson x fem!reader
tags: fluff, domestic, married life, husband!art donaldson, tennisplayer!reader, tournament, coach!patrick
word count: 629
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Art was worried.
He watched as you ran off the court, your hand over your mouth as you tried for the life of you not to puke all over the clay court. Your opponent stood there frustrated, arms crossed over her chest, a scowl evident on her face.
Minutes passed and the murmuring of the crownd began to get louder due to your absence. Art looked around, his left hand scratching his head, a gold wedding band reflecting in the sun. No sign of you yet.
He was worried. He warned you about this happening, the pros and cons about playing in the tournament. You were stubborn, determined to power through because youāve encountered worse. This was a piece of cake. Being your husband, he supported you but mostly, he just wanted to avoid your bad side.
Art glanced at the door you disappeared behind, his leg shaking in anticipation. You still hadnāt returned. The umpire was about to call the game. You were going to lose by default after being close to winning the whole goddamned tournament.
Fuck it, he thought and stood up to go through that fucking door. His heart racing as he pushed people from your team, muttering excuse me and thank you or whatever the fuck they needed to hear.
He reached the closed bathroom door, leaning closer to hear your retching as your stomach rebelled against you. His knuckles knocked on the bathroom door, as a courtesy and then pushed the door open.
Inside the bathroom, you were hunched over the toilet, clearly in distress. Art's heart clenched at the sight. He quickly kneeled down beside you, placing a gentle hand on your back.
"Hey sweetheart," he said softly, trying to offer some comfort. "Are you okay? What's going on?"
You looked up, tears in your eyes, and managed to croak out, "You were right,ā you admitted. āI need a break.ā
Art's heart sank as he saw you so distressed and vulnerable. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his comforting embrace. You felt a little better, the nausea still lingered around your throat but the urge was gone.
āYou need to rest,ā he whispered into your hair, sound muffled. āItās starting to take a toll on you.
You sighed, tired, sweaty and defeated. āI know. Just take me home.ā
Patrick burst through the door, concern and disappointment etched all over his place. āWhat the fuck is going on? Why arenāt you playing?ā
You rolled your eyes as Art helped you stand up on your shaky legs. āI need a break Pat,ā you said, leaning on your husband for support. āI need a long ass break.ā
āA break?ā He asked, crossing his arms in disbelief. āWhen have you ever taken a break?ā
āFuck off, Patrick,ā Art grumbled at his best friend, turned your coach. āShe needs a fucking break.ā
Patrick scoffed, the sound making Artās grip tighten around you. āHow long is this break supposed to be?ā
ā9 months.ā
Patrick's eyes widened in shock as the weight of your words sank in. He looked from you to Art, realization dawned on him. You shifted uncomfortably, wanting to just go home and sleep for the rest of the year.
"You're pregnant?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and understanding.
You nodded, leaning more heavily on Art for support. "Yes, I am."
Patrick's expression softened, his initial frustration melting away as he realized the gravity of the situation. "I... I had no idea.ā
āNow you do,ā Art rolled his eyes, his own concern for you evident but the annoyance toward Patrick even more prominent. "I just need to take her home before she throws up all over you.ā
Patrick stepped aside, offering you a supportive smile. "Congratulations, you fuckers. Take all the time you need. We'll handle the tournament."
#married art donaldson#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson#challengers ruined me#challengers fic#art donaldson fanfiction#patrick zweig#coach patrick#tashi is nowhere to be found#probably in france or something idk#pregnancy fic#mike faist#mikefaist x reader
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when the horrors catch up and you take an evening off to batch-process
#obi-wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#ahsoka tano#maybe obi-wan just read the outline for the next wip#why do i love to torture him so#one of my fav fanfic genres has to be meta fic horror#just imagine. how deeply disturbing it must be to find out you're a fictional character#somebody has *intentionally* written all those horrors onto you#and it wasn't even the guy who created you#he did his part. but the ppl who love it most to ruin your life and see you suffer are your fans#it's not enough that there's prob a lot of jedi rpf around in the gffa already. scarred obi-wan for life#lmao drawing anakin like this gave me so many flashbacks to my old ocs where almost every male character had that hair#also i have a job interview in one hour dsdsfhjgj#my art#prahacat draws
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as promised, the spy x fam parody AU
I had some fun thinking about this like 2 years ago and only made a couple of sketches at the time.. but then I started cleaning them up last month and before I knew it, it spiraled out of control to become this monstrosity. I can't help it, as you can all tell by now, I love coming up with scenarios to get all my little guys interacting with each other
some details i didn't put in:
the Kudou parents are absent like in the show
whatever is happening on Haibara's end is probably super messed up but I haven't thought of any of the details
Akai gets fancy tech stuff, like the voice changer, from Agasa. Agasa comes to help babysit Conan sometimes and he gives him all his little gadgets. Akai hasn't said anything about it but figures he could use it considering the amount of crime he comes across
the facility shinichi was in is like in the original story, it exists to research esp to create super soldiers which is why he knows everything he knows
Conan regularly eavesdrops on Akai and Rei's top secret phone calls which is how he learns their real names. He can't help it, he has really good hearing
Conan and Subaru have different last names because Conan thinks "Okiya" is lame and wants to keep the one he made up on the spot. Their story is that when Subaru and Conan's mother (Edogawa Fumiyo) married, they both kept their own last names and Conan was given Edogawa when he was born. They've kept it this way to "remember Conan's dead mother"
#detective conan#edogawa conan#akai shuichi#furuya rei#okiya subaru#dcmk#my art#i guess this technically could be akam but i envision their daily life to be more bad mind games which conan happily ruins#you know how in that movie with curacao in and akai+rei starts throwing hands and conan makes them stop pissing about to do their job?#that's how i think their household would work#spyxfam au where being gay is ok but being single however...#anyway this is all i plan to do with this au#scratchienails over on ao3 started a fic similar to this if you want more#there's only 1chapter so far but i really like their other dcmk fics so i recommend reading them!#sorry there's so much text but you probably expect that from me by now
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Just Like That
ā” Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
ā” Summary: While you two were supposed to be repairing Samās boat, you end up giving Bucky head instead.
ā” Warnings: SMUT, blowjobs, deepthroating/face fucking, slight praise kink, literally no plot just filth
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+
He couldnāt stop his hips from thrusting into your lips, the way your tongue ran on the underside of his dickā tracing the bulging vein.
āDollā¦ oh myā¦ fuckkk.ā He moaned out, his flesh hand tangling their fingers into your hair.
You hummed, sending vibrations into his dick. The action had him gripping your hair tight, the slight pain from your scalp shooting straight to your core. The throb had you whining around his length.
āMaking me feel sā good baby.ā He praised breathlessly, easing his grip on your hairā petting it down soothingly.
You flattened your palms on his thighs, pushing forward until the head of his cock bumped the back of your throat.
His hips bucked instinctively, almost crying out at the way your throat was squeezing him. He grabbed the doorway of the boat, the wood splintering in his metal grip.
You pulled all the way off of him, before swallowing his entire length againā gagging as his head hit deeper in the back of your throat.
āSā fucking good babyā¦ā He whimpered, his head tilted back in ecstasy.
You snuck a hand down, playing with his balls, letting your other hand pump his length. You glanced up at himā spit leaking from your lips. You watched with lust filled eyes as he panted and whined.
āJamesā¦ youāre so hard,ā You purred, his head snapping down at you, āBet youāre close, huh?ā
He let out a pathetic whine as you squeezed his ballsāhis face contorted in pain.
āWords baby.ā You demanded, leaning forward to swirl your tongue around his head.
His hips twitched slightly, the sensation of your tongue massaging around his tip heavenly. He let out a deep moan, feeling your tongue lick over his slit.
āSā close dollā just like that.ā He praised, letting his fingers comb through your hair.
There was something about you kneeling before him, eyes glossed over with lust, as the tears trailed down your cheeksā that made him absolutely feral. The position was so submissive, yet you held all the power. He was melting at your touchā his body putty at your hands.
You pumped his achingly ļæ¼hard length, giving his tip kitten licks. With your free hand caressing his thigh, you could feel the muscle twitch under your palm.
āGonna cum James?ā You asked hoarsely, his hazed over eyes meeting with yours.
You captured his length again, deepthroating him until your nose was buried into the hairs at the base of his cock. You gagged again, the convulsion from your throat making him growl in pleasure.
āOhā¦ thatā keep doing that baby fuckā¦ā He begged, his hips having a mind of their own, rocking into your face.
You whined around him, trying to breathe through your nose as he began to fuck your throat.
You reached around, grabbing handfuls of his assā kneading the flesh. The action only made his thrusts deeper, his moans needier.
His thrusts were harsher, his needs a priority and if he had to use your face to chase his highā so be it. You on the other hand, weāre dripping. Your pussy was throbbing, him manhandling you making your entire body tingleā ache with desire.
He was nearly crying, his pants mixed with whines, getting impossibly close to the edge. You whimpered around him, his sounds only edging you on.
āFuck babyā¦ yesā youāre fucking mine,ā He growled, his length growing impossibly harder at the image of you crying around him, āAll mine.ā
Your nails dug into the skin on his ass, your face drenched in tears, salvia leaking out of your mouth and down your chin. You gagged again, spurring him on further, his thrusts quicker. He grabbed your head, fucking your face with such force and suddenly he was pushing impossibly deeper in your throat, your jaw aching.
With an animalistic groan, he was spilling his seed down your throat. His breathing slowing, the waves of euphoria flowing throughout him. He stayed like that for a moment, relishing the feel of your throat around him.
At last, he released his death grip on your head. Slipping his cock from your throat with a hiss, his head sensitive. You gasped, panting in attempts to fill your lungs with the needed air.
With hooded eyes, Bucky gazed down at you with pleasure hazed eyes. His cock twitched at your flushed face, the tears tracks mixing with your spitā and his cum that had snuck out. Your eyes were slightly bloodshot, but as you gazed up at himā you were looking at him with such desire. You looked as if you were just getting started, and you wanted to devour him again.
āSuch a good girl.ā He whispered, voice hoarse.
He cradled your face, caressing your clammy cheek. He gently pulled you up, helping support your swaying state. You leaned into his palm, holding his gaze with adoration.
āI love you James.ā You spoke into his palm, placing a kiss on his rough skin.
āI love you more baby.ā He told you, wrapping his metal arm around your lower back, pulling you flush to him. āNow, let me return the favor.ā
#bucky barnes#the winter soldier#marvel cinematic universe#reader insert#sebastian stan#buckybarnes#marvel imagines#oneshot#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes smut#beefy bucky barnes#the falcon and the winter soldier#tfatws bucky barnes#literally ruin me#like pls i need him to gag me#iām feral
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"Once a brother, always a brother, no matter the distance, no matter the differences, no matter the issue."
#dick grayson#nightwing#jason todd#red hood#pep art#i love them your honor#batfam#batfamily#i love those pre red hood reveal fics#where some bad guy wants to impress jason by fucking up Nightwing#and Jason is always like#fuck you guys... i had like a 32 step plan and you ruined it#thats my brother you assholes#and dicks like#bro wtf why is the crime lord who carried around severed heads in a sports bag rescuing me
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Thereās something about the finale that I canāt just gatekeep inside mbarbyc and need to scream over with you guys. This right here
Arthur's in soo much pain here, right? He was stabbed in his fucking chest, holding onto Merlin for dear mercy. But do you notice how Arthur immediately asks Merlin not āwhere are we?ā or āhow did we get here?ā or even āwhat happened to the battle that I just spent countless hours trying to win for my beloved kingdom?ā.. but instead:
āWhere have you been?ā
Which translates in Arthur Pendragonās love language to: Oh Merlin, I feared I would die without seeing you once more. I feared I only hurt you last we spoke. I looked and looked everywhere for your face, hoping Iād be strengthened with your presence, hoping I would find the armour you enclose over my heart. Oh, Merlin, why did you leave me?
Because letās be honest, did Arthur care about Camlann? Yes. Did he care about his men? Yes. But did he care miles more about Merlin to the point that he was the person on the forefront of Arthurās mind? The source of his relief and subsequent misery? Yes.
And I swear to you guys, in my eyes, nothing hurt this man about the magic reveal more than thinking that Merlin didnāt love him just as much as he did.
#lord above HAVE MERCY#they RUIN ME#these two were the culmination of love#you won't find a truer story of love after them#merlin#bbc merlin#diamond of the day#hyperfixation episodes#merthur#merlin fic#king arthur#merlin bbc#fic: My breaths are run by your compass#regulusrules metas
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*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*
Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.
You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah
Iām doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts Iām spinning in the blender
ā¦..I made the moodboardā¦.
#chapter 37#of 120 or something#I must be like 90k words in haha#large word count is not an intimidation. Itās an invitation haha#I love the fics that I canāt read in just one hour:)#I gotta say I donāt enjoy the concept of making robots into organic life#itās just my preference#seeing them as humans or animals or whatever feels so fucking wrong#the concept itself drives me off#like. Strongly#But at the same time. This fic isnāt about them being āhaha cute organicsā#itās āoh god. I was turned into something Iām notā#instead of teeheee theyāre fluffy#itās please free me from this fucking nightmare. please let me be myself again.#idk how to explain. I resonate I guess#it often feels very disturbing but the characters are also disturbed#So now Iām kind of stuck reading this fic because I just canāt stop lol#just politely skipping the parts that make me too uncomfortable#also#the body horror isā¦.damn. Impressive. I didnāt expect to read about grotesque fleshy creature turning itself inside out#itās not even aesthetic or symbolic#it literally looks like a fucking nightmare. Which is impressive also.#the flesh is g r o s s#the beginning got me struggling and skipping#but the intermission is currently ruining my sleep schedule#oh fuckā¦.I usually send my posts to the authors of the fics I readā¦..but I feel like I might offend the author of Ninth if do thisā¦ā¦..#thereās a tiny chance theyāre following meā¦.if itās true then I wanna tell Iām sorry pls donāt take this seriously#your fic got me waay out of my comfort zone#huge points for writing Ratchet. Drift in this fic isā¦the grossest fucking thing I could probably imagine but Ratchet doesnāt even hesitate#he helps him and he cares for him. Which isā¦..imma be real my first instinct would be to set Drift on fire to end his misery
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Ruin Me (part 5)
wc: 4k || rating: E || story summary: Steve shows up on Eddieās doorstep with an offer he canāt refuse || chapter summary: Eddie refuses to let Steve leave without some proper aftercare. And maybe not at all. || tags: omegaverse, alpha!Eddie Munson, omega!Steve Harrington, intersex omegas, explicit content (see ao3 for full tags) || posted in full on ao3
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Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Previouslyā¦
Eddie wasnāt stupid. He knew that, even if he was interested in getting to know Steve more, there was no way that Steve would want anything more to do with Eddie after tonight. He had gotten what he wanted and Eddieā¦well, Eddie wasnāt stupid.
Sure, maybe his rants about forced conformity and biological slavery were enough to convince Steve heād probably be safe enough with him, but Eddie knew the truth. What greater disappointment was there than having a Munson be the one to steal the precious golden boyās virginity?
The super senior, drug dealing, trailer trash, poor excuse of an alpha Munson who had no hope for a future that didnāt include the bars of a cell or six feet underground.
Why would Steve ever want anything more to do with him after tonight?
As Eddie contemplated this depressing truth, Steve slipped into a small doze in his arms, though his purring never let up. A small smile curled at his plump lips, his face flushed and sweaty with their exertion, yet looking the most peaceful Eddie could ever recall it being. Content.
Steve looked content.
āWhat the fuck is wrong with you, Munson,ā he whispered to himself. He sighed then, holding on to Steve even tighter, a pleased sound leaving the omegaās lips even in his light slumber.
Eventually, Eddieās knot deflated.
As Eddie slipped out of Steve, he could feel the flood of both their releases beginning to seep out of the other boy, which also caused Steve to whine as he came back to awareness.
āShh, precious, itās okay,ā Eddie murmured, gently easing Steve onto his back as he pressed small kisses along Steveās shoulder, neck, and jaw. āJust relax. You did so good for me, sweetness.ā
Steveās nose crinkled into something resembling distaste. āSticky,ā he complained a touch petulantly, and Eddie couldnāt help but lean in to brush over Steveās frowning lips with his own.
āI know, baby, Iām sorry.ā He moved away briefly, grabbing the towel heād discarded near the bed to gently begin wiping away the worst of their combined release. Steve whimpered a little at the rough feeling of the cloth against his sensitive bits, but Eddie tried to soothe him as best he could, pressing gentle kisses across Steveās skin wherever he could reach.
āFuck,ā Steve groaned, bringing a hand up to cover his face as Eddie cleaned him up, though he then grimaced and lifted his hand to frown at it as he realized his face was also sticky from Eddie unintentionally rubbing his slick over him earlier.
āWe just did, sweetheart, but give me a few minutes and Iām sure we can go again,ā Eddie grinned with a small tease, leaning in to press a kiss to Steveās inner thigh where his bite mark was now a purple-red.
Steve lazily swatted at Eddieās shoulder, though he couldnāt hide the amused twitch to his lips. That blush that Eddie was quickly becoming obsessed with was back on his cheeks, however, as Eddie continued to gently clean Steve up as well as he could.
āThink you can stand up, baby? I would love to keep you in the bed, but I think we both need an actual shower,ā he grinned, sliding up Steveās body to hover over him.
He leaned down to press a quick kiss to his lips, telling himself he was allowed these actions until Steve was out his door and this thing between them was over. āPlus, I think we well and truly ruined this bedding.ā
Steve groaned, though his blush spread farther at the soft kiss, making no move to push Eddie away. āI think you fucked my legs into jelly.ā
A bright, proud grin spread across Eddieās lips, causing Steve to snort and roll his eyes. Where earlier it had been bitchy, however, now it just looked fond.
āI guess Iāll just have to hold you up then, darling,ā he drawled, leaning in to bury his face in the crook of Steveās neck and inhaling his sex-sweat scent. āIām going to get the water started,ā he murmured, feeling that pleased warmth in his chest when Steveās fingers tangled in his hair once more, holding him close. āIāll be right back, Stevie.ā
Steve swallowed thickly, nodding as he seemed to only reluctantly release Eddie. He watched him with his big brown eyes as Eddie just as reluctantly slid from the bed to try to coax some warm water out of the blasted shower. It was easier in the summer to get warm water, of course, as the sun heated the water tank exactly when you didnāt want it to.
He hoped the storm didnāt leave them with only something frigid. As willing as he was to boil water on the stove, as heād had to do before even before living with Wayne, he doubted Steve would be willing to wait for it.
Which was just another example of why this thing here was for tonight only. Steve no doubt never had to wait for the water to heat up in any form, never had to worry about not having enough hot water, and certainly had a shower larger than a chessboard.
(Okay, the last was an exaggeration, but it would be a tight fit getting the both of them into the shower.)
Luck seemed to be on his side, however, as the water thankfully began heating after a brief, terrifying moment, causing a small whoop to leave Eddie before he could stop it as he pumped his fist to himself.
He briefly hoped Steve hadnāt heard him over the sound of the rushing water and the storm outside, no matter the thinness of the trailer walls. Heād rather not remind the other boy what an absolute fucking nerd he was when he was still playing at being the suave alpha Steve obviously expected him to be.
Uncaring about his nude state, he all but swaggered back into his room with a proud grin on his face despite himself at his victory over the water tap, stopping only when he caught sight of Steve again.
Steve wasnāt quite fully sitting up, but he had propped himself up on an elbow, his other hand lightly touching the bruise covering his mating gland. There was a faraway look on his face, though his expression was otherwise blank to how he felt about recent events. Eddie watched him for a moment before clearing his throat, feeling oddly nervous.
He tried to remind himself that this was Harrington, but a part of him knew that Steve had stopped being the bogeyman heād always made him out to be the moment Steve revealed why he needed Eddieās help.
And everything else after that.
Steve jumped slightly as he was pulled from his thoughts, his hand dropping to the bed once more. He blinked up at Eddie before offering a self-conscious smile. āUmā¦if you give me a moment, I can get into the shower and out of your hair.ā
Eddie tried not to let Steveās words affect him. Thatās what this whole thing was, after all. A quick fuck and then never interacting again. After all, Steve was set to graduate soon and Eddieā¦yeah. It was becoming more and more apparent that he was about to become a super super senior.
Again, the realization that the two of them came from two totally different worlds was just a little too hard to ignore.
But Eddie was, if nothing else, good at pretending.
āAnd have you driving out in this mess of a storm?ā he snorted, tossing a hand towards his bedroom window where the rattle of rain hitting the window was still highly evident. āI think not, Harrington. Plus, you look bone tired, sweetness,ā he pointed out, because that much was true. Though Steve was looking more aware and less doped up on pheromones and sex, he looked exhausted.
āI can take care of myself, Munson,ā Steve huffed back, but he was obviously too exhausted to get truly indignant. Eddie just softly snorted again and shook his head as he walked over to the bed and, with another squawk from Steve, lifted him up into a princess carry. āEddie!ā
āDonāt worry, princess,ā he grinned as Steveās arms automatically looped around his neck. āI promise to take good care of you. Now letās take advantage of the water while itās still warm.ā
Eddie ignored any further protests from Steve as he carefully carried him into the small bathroom, only allowing him to take to his feet again to get inside the shower stall. He stepped in right after, hands firm on Steveās bruised hips so his wobbling legs didnāt send him crashing, and while it was definitely cramped, he at least had enough space to first wash Steve and then himself. If just barely.
Though he could do without the disparaging look that Steve was giving his combination shampoo/conditioner/body wash. Not everyone had fancy hair care routines, okay? Steve tactfully kept his mouth shut, however, which Eddie counted as a blessing.
Despite his earlier protests too, Eddie could see the way Steveās eyes began drooping as he leaned against the shower wall as Eddie bathed them, humming in what was almost a purr again while Eddie scrubbed the rainwater and sweat from his hair.
There was no way Eddie could let the guy leave like this, that was for certain.
After carefully washing the both of themāand trying not to think about how Steve smelled like him now, because he wasnāt some possessive knothead for an omega who wasnāt even hisāEddie grabbed two more towels and wrapped one around his own waist before draping another over Steveās shoulders.
āSit on the toilet lid for a moment while I get the bedding changed, okay, Stevie?ā he murmured quietly, gently running the towel material over Steve to help dry him before helping him sit on the seat. He knew their towels werenāt the softest material anymore, not in their age, but heād grabbed the softest one he could find for Steve.
Steve blinked up at him, a light flush dusting his cheeks again, making Eddie want to bite them. Or kiss them. He wasnāt certain anymore. They were basically the same thing, really. He reached out to gently stroke Steveās warm cheek when Steve just kept staring at him, trying to offer a reassuring smile.
āOkay?ā he repeated, needing to make certain that Steve was okay to be left alone for a moment.
Steveās throat bobbed as he audibly swallowed, reminding Eddie that he needed to get him some water to drink as well. Maybe something to eat too, if Steve was awake enough to eat something.
āOkay,ā Steve murmured quietly, almost a whisper.
Without really intending to, Eddie leaned down and brushed his lips over Steveās forehead before releasing him and stepping back to head for the laundry cupboard. He could swear he could feel Steveās eyes drilling into him as he walked away, but he refrained from turning back to check.
He wasnāt looking forward to braving the laundromat with sex stained sheets (again), but if the storm didnāt let up soon, he had a feeling that was going to be a necessity.
Especially since his only other set of sheets he had to use right now were his old Star Wars ones whichā¦yeah, really fucking sexy those ones. Hopefully Steve was still too out of it that he didnāt pay attention to that.
Not that he normally cared what the normies thought of him, butā¦
He tried not to think about why he was trying to impress Steve Harrington of all people.
Once he dried off best he could and had his bed remade, Eddie then scooped up Steveās clothes and carried them with him to the bathroom so he could drape them over the showerās wall to try to dry them somewhat. He paused though, taking in the sight of Steve squirming a little on the toilet seat. He opened his mouth to ask if Steve was all right when he smelled it: arousal.
Eddieās eyebrows shot up under his damp fringe. āReally, Steve?ā
Steve huffed up at Eddie, though his cheeks were bright pink. āItās your fault,ā he grumbled.
Eddie pressed his fingertips to his chest with a shocked expression. āMy fault? I wasnāt even in the room!ā
āNo, but you said it. That Iād feel the ache until I was wet for you again.ā
āIāā Eddie stared at Steve with wide eyes, this time with his cheeks flushing a soft pink. Yes, he had said that, but he hadnāt really expected that to actually arouse Steve.
He cleared his throat, grabbing his still wet hair to cover part of his face as an almost shy smile took over his expression at the thought of Steve actually getting aroused by the memory of him. Of possibly even wanting him again. Him, specifically.
āWell. Anything I can do for you, big boy?ā he teased once heād collected his composure again, moving his hair from his face but still twirling a finger around it to give Steve an exaggerated saucy wink.
Steve bit his bottom lip as he stared up at Eddie, rolling it between his teeth until it was pink and plump again, before letting his gaze travel over Eddieās still very much nude form, minus the towel hanging low on his hips. And then, much to Eddieās amazement, the scent of subtle arousal heightened.
Did Steve actuallyā¦find Eddie attractive? Likeā¦for real? Not just in a āwe are currently having sex and youāre good at itā sort of way?
Before Eddie could properly process that, Steve let out a large sigh. āAs much as I might like to see what else you can do tonight,ā he huffed, which turned into a yawn, āIām beat. I should really head home now.ā
Snapping out of his shock, Eddie shook a finger at Steve. āNah uh uh, big boy. Youāre in no condition to drive right now. Besides, itās still raining and your clothes are wet. Youāre not going anywhere, Harrington.ā
Steve gave Eddie that look again, like he didnāt quite know what to make of him, all big eyed and beguiled. A soft smirk slowly settled over his lips. āYeah? This a kidnapping, Munson?ā
Eddie could only grin in response, finally moving to fully set aside Steveās clothes to dry as much as possible before moving to pull Steve to his feet. āMaybe it is, sweetheart. I did just defile you.ā
Steve flashed Eddie a smug smile. āYeah you did.ā
He sounded exceptionally proud of that fact. But then, Eddie figured that if the alternative was being mated to an alpha twice your age who didnāt care about your pleasure and only wanted you barefoot and pupped up, that Steve probably was feeling a little proud of going against his parentsā wishes.
If anything, Eddie was a little in awe of Steveās bravery to do what he did. He didnāt know Eddie. Sure, he could listen to his tabletop rants every day of the week, but heād have no idea what Eddie was like behind closed doors when told to ruin him. And Steve had done so with the expectation of being hurt.
Just how shitty was Steveās home life to take such a risk?
And then all higher brain function left Eddie for a moment as Steve did something heād never done before: he scented him.
Sure, Eddie had more or less scented Steve earlier, nuzzling into his neck and drawing in the rich musk of Steveās natural scent and the tang of sex, but Steve had no reason to do it now.
Yet, when Eddie carefully pulled Steve back to his feet, Steve had stepped immediately into his space, wrapped his arms around him, and buried his nose into Eddieās neck over his mating gland.
Eddie tensed for a moment, though he forced himself to relax when Steve made a distressed sound, his scent souring slightly. Sliding his hand into Steveās hair to cradle his head against him, his other hand sliding up the smooth pane of Steveās back, Eddie thought he had to be dreaming when Steve let out a small chirp and began nosing at his scent again.
Right. Eddie was letting this go on for too long, too far. Steve was still in that post-orgasm bliss after losing his virginity; there was no way he actually wanted anything like this with a Munson. Heād be mortified if he were of more present mind.
Well. He wouldnāt be doing this in the first place if he was of more present mind.
āCāmon, omega,ā Eddie murmured quietly, despite himself, bending his knees slightly to scoop Steve back up into his arms. Which then led to Steve wrapping his arms around Eddie again and nuzzling more against him, causing Eddie to thickly swallow.
He tried to remind himself that this was just biology at play. An alpha taking an omegaās virginity was no laughing matter, especially not knotting them. Their pheromones were wreaking havoc on their senses, telling them that there was more to this than there actually was.
It didnāt help that Steve smelled even more like Eddie now with his shampoo and everything. It was biological conditioning. For the both of them. It wasnāt real. By the next time they saw each other, this single night of passion would be nothing but a story to tell.
Which Eddie supposed he got to have that. This night wouldnāt be a secret because Steve needed his deflowering known. Everyone would know that Eddie āThe Freakā Munson had taken precious Steve Harringtonās virginity and left every other alpha that came sniffing around with sloppy seconds.
He knew that there would be alphas who didnāt care about the concept of virginity. He certainly didnāt, not really, no matter the role he played tonight. One day Steve would no doubt find an alpha worthy of him, and then these nights would belong to them. And Steveā¦hell, maybe Steve would remember this night fondly, though he doubted it would be because it was Eddie.
No, it would just be because of the way Eddie had made him feel.
āYou smell weird,ā Steve said with a small pout. āBring back your other scent, I love it. Did you know you smell like chocolate? But likeā¦dark chocolate,ā he said dreamily.
Eddie didnāt know if he should be offended or not, but it did work to take his mind off things he couldnāt change. āAre you telling me I smell bitter?ā he huffed. āAnd arenāt omegas the ones supposed to smell like candy and stuff?ā
āNo, you jerk,ā Steve said with a roll of his eyes as Eddie finally brought him back into the bedroom, losing both towels in the process but that hardly mattered at the moment. āYou smellā¦well, okay, yeah, a little sweet, but alsoā¦smoky and earthy. Kind of like molasses. Or cardamom. And likeā¦ā A roll of thunder interrupted him, but it just caused him to grin. āLike how it smells right after it rains.ā
Rolling his eyes, Eddie carefully deposited Steve on the bed before moving over to where he kept some of his omega specific drugs. āSo youāre saying I smell bitter and soggy. Great, thanks, got it.ā
āAsshole,ā Steve said with something Eddie almost wanted to call affection in his tone, looking down at the sheets he was settled into. āThatās not what Iāoh sick! Star Wars!ā he said brightly, causing Eddie to whip around to stare at him, not that he noticed.
āI just got into these movies, but theyāre kickass. A buddy of mine introduced me to them recently. And I thought I had a messed up family,ā Steve teased with a small snort and a grin.
Steve Harrington knew about Star Wars? Did Eddie somehow find himself in the goddamn Twilight Zone or something? There was no way that super mega popular jock Steve Harrington actually appreciated a science fantasy movie series like Star Wars.
Then againā¦Steve had been defying expectations left and right today already. It might just be possible that Steve Harrington was a secret nerd after all.
āYeah?ā Eddie asked, a small grin of his own overtaking his expression as he grabbed the necessary pill package and popped one out.
āYeah, the teddy bear things are cute,ā Steve grinned back, suppressing another yawn now that the excitement of the sheets was mellowing out.
Eddie needed only a moment to understand what Steve meant, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at Steveās response. āOh yeah, the Ewoks?ā he clarified easily. There was no need to correct Steve or make him feel stupid about calling them teddy bears. They looked like teddy bears.
āIām more of an Empire Strikes Back fan myself. The one with the ice planet, and Vader and Lukeās fight,ā Eddie made his own clarification with a small shrug.
āYeah, man, those lightsabers are awesome! Dustin and I are making a handshake with them,ā Steve agreed with a small, fond smile. āTotally mind blown about him being his dad though.ā
Shit. Steve really did know Star Wars. Thoughā¦who the fuck was Dustin???
Eddie swallowed back the possessive instincts of his inner alpha. It wasnāt like Steve was actually his or anything.
āHere, sweetheart,ā he said, stepping back towards the bed to hold out the pill for Steve to take. āIām gonna get you some water, then you need to take that since youāre not on birth control.ā Eddie hesitated for a moment. āWhich I can get for you, if you want. You wouldnāt be the first omega whose parents are assholes.ā
Steve took the pill, though he looked up at Eddie with those wide eyes again, a small āoā to his lips. He blinked and looked down at the pill in his hands, turning it between his fingers. āIf my parentsā¦well, I donāt know if Iāll be able to afford it after this,ā he mumbled.
Oh.
Eddie paused as he experienced another paradigm shift about Steve Harrington.
He could make a quip. Could leeringly say that they could work something out, could give the pills a test runā¦but Steve looked a little too vulnerable in that moment, his shoulders hunching slightly, his eyes not meeting Eddieās.
It was entirely possible he would think Eddie was serious, would demand Steve pay him back with his body, and he didnāt want that thought to pass through Steveās head even for a second.
āDonāt worry, sweetheart,ā he murmured, reaching out to curl Steveās damp hair over his ear. He was sorry he didnāt own a blowdryer, he would have loved drying Steveās hair for him. Maybe he should buy one. āConsider tonight payment enough. Itās not every day I get to have such a pretty omega in my bed offering up their virginity,ā he lightly teased with a small grin.
Steve blinked up at Eddie at that, that by now familiar light dusting of pink on his cheeks making its reappearance. Who knew Steve blushed so easily? He gently grazed the back of his knuckles over the heated skin, Steveās eyelids fluttering at the gesture. God, he really was pretty though, wasnāt he?
āIāll be back with a cup of water for that,ā Eddie said, dropping his hand and clearing his throat. He gave a faint grimace. āI do have to warn you, too. It might not be entirely pleasant afterwards, and it could trigger your heat a little sooner or even delay it. I can get you some heat suppressants too, but it may not work on this upcoming one.ā
āMy parents at least let me have suppressants,ā Steve mumbled, dropping his own gaze. āOr they did, at least. Didnāt want to risk their whore omega son losing control,ā he muttered bitterly.
Eddie swallowed back a growl at the thought of Steveās parents. Fuck traditionalist bigots.
Unthinkingly, Eddie dropped another kiss to Steveās forehead and then he was all but escaping his room to get Steve a glass of water. Fucking tap water, nothing filtered properly because he lived in a fucking trailer and Steveā¦Steve was used to the nicer things in life.
Which wasnāt Eddie.
āChrist, Munson, if your old man could see you now,ā he muttered to himself, picturing the Munson Doctrine just flying out the window, as he filled up a glass. Not even a proper glass at that, either, but one of those novelty promotional things Wayne had gotten at McDonaldās with the purple guy on the front.
Whatever. It wasnāt like he could impress Steve even if he tried.
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Author commentary:
First off, if you saw above with the little parts numbers, the total count is now 6, meaning thereās just one more part after this! Itās gonna be short and sweet, but it will be the final part of Ruin Meā¦though not the end of playing in this universe. š
I wanted it to be really important for Eddie to handle the aftercare of their coupling, just as it was important to him to get verbal consent from Steve before he continued anything.
Also, I am a firm believer that Eddie does not take care of his hair properly and I will die on that hill. He for sure uses the same shit for his hair that he uses for his ass. But donāt worry, Steve will eventually break him of that habit. However, I wanted his lack of proper care to also emphasize how much he wishes to take care of Steve.
Despite this originally supposed to be a one-time thing between them, Eddie is already feeling the desire for more. Which heās trying to blame on biology, but we all know the truth, donāt we? Silly Eddie.
Also, the Star Wars sheets lmao. It was a spur of the moment decision when I wrote those sheets in, and then I couldnāt resist. Especially because I thought it would give Eddie another moment to realize that there was more to Steve than he ever thought possible.
The sheets in question:
Also, I feel like Eddieās favorite would be ESB. (Mine is a tie between ESB and ROTJ btw. Vader was my first crush and he still remains one to this day.) Which, speaking of, it was likewise important for me to give Eddie that moment of not correcting or judging Steve for not knowing something well. Itās a favorite detail of mine in their relationship from canon.
I donāt want to get too much into Steveās thought processes here because it will be covered in the sequel/companion piece, but heās definitely starting this whole thing believing Eddie got what he wanted from him, but heās likewise realizing thereās more to Eddie than he realized too. He may or may not be developing pesky little feelings of his own. (He totally is. And not just because he got a good dicking.)
Also, the McDonaldās glasses in question, with the one Eddie grabbed being the Grimace one:
But by the gods, Eddie wants to impress Steve so badly. Wants to be a good option for an alpha. To the point of getting jealous of someone who, though he doesnāt know it yet, is a middle school nerd lmaooo
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who did this to you. part 3
š¤š· read part 1 here | read part 2 here pre-s4, steve whump, protective (but scared) eddie. now with robin!
The number rings in his head, echoing off the inside of his skull and sinking lower and lower until his heart strings join the symphony that leaves him shaking as the memory of Harringtonās slurred voice is drowned out by the dial tone that feels harrowingly like a flatline right now.Ā
Said Iāll go blind. Or deaf. Or justā¦ die.
Eddie doesnāt really feel like his body belongs to him anymore, or like thereās anything left inside him other than panic and fear and that stupid, stupid shaking that he canāt suppress even as he bites his knuckles. Hard.Ā
The pain helps a little not to startle too much when the dial tone stops and a female voice begins speaking to him. Still he almost drops the phone, cursing under his breath as he pulls his hair to collect himself and get his voice to work.Ā
āHā Hi, hello, Mrs Buckley? This is, uh. I. Iām. A friend of Robinās, could you, uhāāĀ
āOh, of course, dear,ā the woman says, and Eddie feels his eyes beginning to prick with how nice she sounds even through the phone.Ā
Does she know Steve, too? Would she worry if she knew? Would she curse Eddie for not taking him to the hospital right away? Would she blame him if anything happened?Ā
āIām sorry? What did you say your name was?ā she asks, repeating herself by the sound of it.Ā
He blanks, for a whole five seconds, before he spots a note stuck to the fridge saying Donāt forget to eat, Eddie :-)
āEddie,ā he croaks. āUh, Eddie Munson.ā
āAlright, Eddie Munson, Iāll see if I can grab Robin for you. You have a good day, dear, yes?āĀ
No. āThanks.āĀ
The hand clenched in his hair pulls tighter and tighter until the tears fall and he can pretend itās from pain and not fromā whatever the fuck is happening.Ā
He waits, phone pressed to his ear with a kind of desperation heās never really felt, and never wants to feel again. He doesnāt even know what to tell Robin; what to say. Itās not like they ever hang out or have anything to say to each other, so why would sheāĀ
āMunson?ā Robinās voice appears on the other end, a little too loud for Eddieās certain state, and he does drop the phone this time, scrambling to catch it and only making the situation worse as it dangles by his knees.Ā
He drops to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest and reaching for the phone again.Ā
āHi.āĀ
āWhat do you want? Howād you even get this number? I swear, if youāāĀ
āItās Blue. I mean, Steve. Harrington.āĀ
That shuts her right up, and Eddie clenches his eyes shut for a moment, hoping to keep the tremor out of his voice if only he takes a moment to breathe.Ā
The moment stretches. And Robinās voice is wary and quiet when she speaks again.Ā
āWhat about Steve.āĀ
Eddie rubs his face, leaving more dirt and grime to fill the tear tracks, and clenches his fist before his mouth.Ā
āEddie,ā Robin demands, dangerous now. Nothing left of the rambling, bubbling mess he knows her to be on the school hallways. āWhat. About. Steve.āĀ
āHeā¦ Heās hurt.āĀ
Thereās a bit of a commotion on the other end, before Robin declares, āIām coming over. You tell me everything.āĀ
āYouā I mean, heās in the hospital with my uncle, soāāĀ
āI am. Coming. Over,ā she says, enunciating every word as though she were making a threat. Maybe she is. But the certainty in her voice helps a little, anchors him the same way that Wayneās calmness did. āAnd you tell me everything.āĀ
Eddie finds himself nodding along, knowing intuitively that there is nothing that could stop her now. Knowing that he doesnāt want to stop her.Ā
āāKay.ā Itās a pathetic little sound, all choked up and tiny. She doesnāt comment on it.Ā
One second he hears her determined exhale, the next sheās hung up on him and Eddie is greeted by the flatline again. He lets out a shuddering breath and leans his head back against the wall.Ā
Breathing is hard again, but itās all he has to do now, all thatās left to do, so he focuses. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Hold. His lungs are burning and thereās something wrong about the way he pulls in air and keeps it there, desperately latching onto it until the very last second, his exhales more of a gasping cough than calm and controlled.Ā
It takes a while. Longer than it should. But with Harringtonās blood still on his hands, with his heartbeat in his ears so loud he canāt even hear the words Wayne used to say about breathing in through the mouth or the nose orā¦ or something, heāĀ
Heās fine. Heās home. Wayneās got Blue, and Buckley is on her way, andā¦ Heās fine.Ā
People donāt just die.Ā
They donāt.Ā
Heās fine.Ā
Eventually, Eddie manages to breathe steadily, the air no longer shuddering and his hands no longer shaking. Itās stupid, really, being so worked up over someone he doesnāt even really know. Sure, everyone knows Steve fucking Harrington, and everyone sees Steve fucking Harrington ā whether they want it or not. He has a way of drawing eyes toward him even if all he does is walk the halls with his dorky smile and that stupidly charming swagger heās got going on. Always matching his shoes to his outfit.
Eddie can relate.
Always reaching out to touch the person heās talking to; clapping their back or shoulder, lightly shoving them in jest, ruffling their hair or chasing them through the halls, moving and holding himself like teenage angst canāt reach him. Like he belongs wherever he goes. Like heās so, so comfortable in his own skin. Like the clothes he wears arenāt armour but just a part of him; a means of self-expression.Ā
Again, Eddie can relate. He can relate to all of this.Ā
Itās almost like the two of them arenāt so different after all. Just going about it differently.Ā
And now heāsā¦ Bleeding. Slurring his speech. Wheezing his breath. And Eddie feels protective. Eddie feels responsible. Like he should be there, like he should get to know more about him. About Steve. About Blue.Ā
But he canāt. And he wonāt. So he gets up with a groan that expresses his frustration and the need to make a sound, to fight the oppressive silence that only encourages his thoughts to run in obsessive little circles, and he hangs up the phone thatās been dangling beside him all this time.Ā
He needs a smoke.Ā
He needs a smoke and a blunt and a drink and for this day to be over and for time to revert and to leave him out of whatever business he stumbled into by opening the door to the boathouse and, apparently, Steve Harringtonās life.Ā
But unfortunately, the universe doesnāt seem to care about what he needs, because just as he steps outside and goes to light his cig, he catches sight of a harried looking Robin Buckley, standing on the pedals of her bike as she kicks them, her hair blowing in the wind to reveal a frown between her brows. A wave of unease overcomes Eddie, an unease he canāt really place. Maybe itās the set of her jaw, or the tension in her shoulders, or maybe itās the worry and anger she exudes.Ā
It never occurred to him before that Robin Buckley might not be a person youād want to set off. And not because of her uncontrollable rambles.Ā
āMunson!ā she calls over, carelessly dropping her bike in the driveway and stalking toward him.Ā
Almost as if summoning a shield, Eddie does light the cigarette. Pretends like the smoke can protect him.Ā
She doesnāt stop at the foot of the steps, though, climbs them in two leaps and gets all up in his space with that unwavering look of determination ā so unwavering, in fact, that it almost looks like wrath. Cold. Eddie wants to shrink away from it, not at all daring to wonder what could make her look like that upon hearing that Steveās hurt.Ā
I donāt wanna die, Munson. I neverā¦ I didnāt. With the monsters or the torture.
But those are the words of a semi-conscious teenage boy beat to a pulp, they canātā Thereās no way. Eddie misheard him, or Steve was talking about some kind of inside joke, using the wrong terminology with the wrong guy. It happens. It happens when youāre out of it, really! The shit heās said when he was shot up, canned up, all strung out and high as a kiteā¦ Heād be talking of monsters, too, and mean some benign shit.Ā
But the way Harrington looked, none of that was benign. The bruising all over his face, the blood still dripping from the wound by his temple or his nose, the way he held himself, breath rattling in his lungs, orāĀ
āHey!ā Buckley demands his attention, giving him a light shove; just enough to catch his attention, really, and just what he needed to snap out of it. Still the smoke hits his lungs wrong and he coughs up a lung, further cementing his role of the pathetic little guy today.Ā
āHey,ā he says lamely, his voice still croaking as he crushes the half-smoked cigarette under his boot. āSorry.ā He doesnāt know for what. But it feels appropriate.Ā
She shakes her head, rolling her eyes at him as she crosses her arms in front of her chest.Ā
āTell me,ā she says at last, and even though there is a tremor in her voice, she sounds nothing short of demanding. āI want the whole story, and I want it now.āĀ
And so he does. He tells her everything, bidding her inside because he needs the relative safety of the trailer even though the air in here is stuffy and still faintly smells blue. He pours them both some coffee and some tea, because asking what she wants doesnāt feel right in the middle of telling her how he found her supposed best friend beat to shit in the boathouse he went to to forget about the world for a while.Ā
She stills as she listens to him, staring ahead into the middle distance somewhere beneath the floor and the walls, her hands wrapped around the steaming mug of coffee. Eddie stumbles over his words a lot, unsettled by her stillness, her lack of reaction. She doesnāt even react to his fuck-ups. People usually do.
He wants to ask. Where are you right now? What have you seen? Whatās on your mind? What the fuck is happening?
But he doesnāt ask, instead he tells her more about Steve. About how he seemed to forget where he was. About the pain he was in. About the smiles nonetheless. The way he reassured Eddie.Ā
That one finally gets a choked little huff from her, somewhere between a sob and a laugh.Ā
āYeah, that sounds like him alright. Heās such a dingus.āĀ
There is so much affection in her voice as she says it that Eddie canāt help but smile into his mug.Ā
āDingus?ā he asks, hoping for some lightness, hoping to keep it.Ā
But the light fades, and her eyes get distant again. Eddie wants to kick himself.Ā
āJust a stupid little nickname. An insult, really.ā
āOh.ā He doesnāt know what to do with that. If he should ask more or if he should say that he has a feeling Steve might appreciate stupid little nicknames. Especially if theyāre unique. Especially if theyāre for him. But what right does he have to say that now? What knowledge does he have about Steve Harrington that Robin doesnāt?Ā
So he bites his tongue and drinks his coffee, cursing the silence that falls over them as Robin mirrors him, albeit slow and stilted, like she doesnāt know what to do either. Or where to put her limbs.Ā
āWayneās got him now. I took him here, after the boathouse, because I didnāt know what to do. He said he didnāt want the hospital, said thereāsā¦ā He trails off.Ā
Robin looks at him, her eyes wary but alert. āSaid thereās what?āĀ
Itās stupid. Donāt say it.Ā
āEddie?āĀ
With a sigh, he puts his mug on the counter and stuffs his hands into his pockets. āHe said thereās monsters. In the hospital, I mean. He said that.ā
Instead of scoffing or at least frowning, Robin clenches her jaw and nods imperceptibly, her eyes going distant again. Eddie blinks, the urge to just fucking ask overcoming him again, but with every passing second he realises that he doesnāt actually want to ask. He doesnāt want to know, let alone find out.Ā
He justā¦ He just wants to go to bed. Forget any of this ever happened. But he canāt do that, so he continues.Ā
āBrought him here and Wayne took one look at him and convinced him he needed a doctor. And, Jesus H Christ, he was right. Iāve neverā¦ I mean, those things donāt happen,ā he urges, balling his hands into fists even in the confined space of his pockets. āRight? I meanā¦ Shit, man.ā He bumps his shoe into the kitchen counter; gently, so as not to startle Buckley out of her fugue like state.Ā
āYouād be surprised,ā she rasps, staring into the middle distance again and slowly sinking to the floor. There is a tremor in her shoulders now, barely noticeable, but Eddie knows where to look. Without really thinking about it, he grabs two of his hoodies heād haphazardly thrown over the kitchen chairs this morning while deciding on his outfit and realising that it was altogether too warm for long sleeves today. But now, right here in this kitchen, the air tinged with blue, theyāre both freezing.Ā
Because fear and worry will take all the warmth right from inside of you and leave you freezing even on the hottest day of the year.Ā
She barely looks at him when he holds out his all-black Iron Maiden hoodie to her, freshly washed and all that, but she takes it nonetheless, immediately pulling it on. Itās way too large on her, her hands not showing through the sleeves, her balled fists safe and warm inside the fabric. It would make him smile if only it didnāt highlight her stillness, her faraway stare, and the years he has on her. Sheās, what, two years younger than him? Three?Ā
It seems surreal. Everything, everything does.Ā
Robin Buckley in his home, sitting on his kitchen floor, swallowed by a hoodie that is a size too large even for him, but it was the last one they had in the store and he doesnāt mind oversized clothes, can just cut them shorter when the need arises or layer them or declare them comfort sweaters for when he wants to just have his hands not slip through the sleeves on some days. And now Robin is wearing his comfort hoodie because her best friend was bleeding in his car earlier and then on his couch and now in his uncleās car, and they never even talk, but he knows that Robinās favourite colour is blue, but not morning hour blue because that makes her sad; only deep, dark blues.Ā
Her favourite colour. Her favourite person.Ā
Itās so fucking surreal.Ā
He drops down beside her, leaving enough space between them so neither of them feels caged, and mirrors her position: knees to his chest, chin on his forearms. Staring ahead.Ā
And silence reigns.Ā
āYour uncle,ā she says at last, finally breaking the silence thatās been grating on Eddieās nerves and looking at him, really looking as she rests her cheek on her forearms crossed over her knees. āTell me about him.āĀ
There is a gentleness to her voice now despite how hoarse it is. Maybe sheās just tired, too. And scared. At least the shivering has stopped.Ā
Still Eddie frowns, confused as to why she should be breaking the silence to ask about Wayne when everything today has been about Harrington. About Steve. About deep and dark blues.Ā
āUncle Wayne?ā he asks. āWhy?ā
āBecause,ā she begins, and sighs deeply, works to get the air back in her lungs. Eddie wants to reach out, but instead he just clenches his fingers a little deeper into the fabric of his hoodie. āMy best friend is hurt very badly and the only person with him is your uncle, and I need to know that heās in good hands. Or I swear to whatever god you may or may not believe in, and granted, itās probably the latter, but still I swear Iāll give into my arsonist tendencies and burn down this city, starting with your trailer if you donāt tell me that your uncle is a good man who will do anything in his power to make sure that boy gets the help and care he needs. And deserves.āĀ
Her jaw is set and her bottom lip trembles, but it doesnāt take away from the absolute sincerity in her threat.Ā
āSo, please,ā she continues, her voice breaking just a little bit. āTell me. Tell me about your uncle.āĀ
Tell me about your favourite person.Ā
Eddie swallows, and mirrors her position once more, so she can see his eyes and know heās sincere. Because heās learned something about eyes today, about how much in the world can change if only you have a pair of eyes to look into.Ā
And he nods, looking for somewhere to start. āHeās the best man I know. Heās the best man youāll ever meet.ā
She clings to his eyes. Searches them for the truth, beseeching them not to lie. He lets her.Ā
āTook me in when I was ten, because my dadās a fuck-up and my momās a goner. Took me in again when I was twelve after I ran away. Makes me breakfast and I pretends the dinner I make him is more than edible.ā He smiles a little, because how could he not? āHeās my uncle, but still heās the best parent anyone could wish for. Writes those little notes that he sticks to the fridge, yāknow, the one with the smiley face? Tells me to eat, because I forget sometimes. I tell him to drink water, because he forgets. First few years, heād read to me. And the manās a shit reader, has some kind of disability I think, and at some point I learned that he wasnāt reading at all. He was telling me stories all the time, conning me into thinking that the books were magic, and that every time Iād try to read the book for myself, the story would change.āĀ
Thereās a lump in his throat now, and his eyes sting again. But Robin doesnāt seem to fare any better than him if her wavering smile is any indication.Ā
āThereās no one,ā Eddie continues, āwho will make you believe in magic quite like uncle Wayne. Or in good things. And dāyou wanna know what he told Blue when he said he was scared of going to the hospital?āĀ
Sniffling, Robin shakes her head.Ā
āHe said, Okay. Then we do it scared. And all of that after he justā¦ with that patience he has, told him everything that was gonna happen. And that heād be there with him through it all. That he knew the doc and wouldnāt let anyone else near him, and that thereās no need to be scared at all.āĀ
He sighs, breathes, stills. Swallows, before looking back at Robin.Ā
āSo, if thereās one person whoāll make sure that boy gets the help and care he needs and deservesā¦āĀ
āItās uncle Wayne,ā Robin finishes his sentence, her voice still hoarse, but Eddie likes to think itās for a different reason now.Ā
āItās uncle Wayne,ā Eddie says, nodding along as he does.Ā
There is something like understanding in Robinās eyes now, and Eddie hopes itās enough. Enough to calm the spiking of her nerves, enough to settle the coil of freezing nausea that must reside in the pit of her stomach, enough to let the next breath she takes feel a little more like itās supposed to be there.Ā
He wants to say something more, wants to reach out and reassure her that everything will be okay, but he canāt know that. He doesnāt feel like itās entirely true, let alone appropriate right now.Ā
Thereās something in Robinās eyes, in the way she holds herself, like sheās waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like she accepts his words at face value but doesnāt really believe them. Like sheāll only rest when sheās got her best friend back in her arms and hears the story ā the whole story ā from him.Ā
And Eddie doesnāt fault her, because the thing is, he doesnāt know what happened. Steve said that Hagan came at him, but thatās really all he got out of him before he started talking about death and shit, and Eddie really didnāt want to ask any more questions then.Ā
So they sit there for a while, the silence oppressive and unwelcome, clumsy and awkward; Robinās mouth opening and closing a lot, like she wants to ask questions but doesnāt dare to ask them ā and Eddie doesnāt know if heās glad about it or not. Doesnāt know if he wants to hear the kind of questions asked with that kind of stare.Ā
It is only after a long while, when Robinās shoulders start shaking again and she buries deeper into the hoodie and her own spiralling thoughts, that Eddie breaks the silence again, replaying in his head the last moment between him and Steve.Ā
āHeās not gonna break,ā he tells her, aiming for gentle and reassuring.Ā
What he doesnāt expect is the minute flinch, the jolt shooting through her body and the pained expression it leaves her with. What he doesnāt expect is what she says next.Ā
āYou know,ā she begins, her voice as far away as her eyes, and itās like she doesnāt even know sheās speaking. āSometimes I wish he would.āĀ
What?
Eddie blinks, swallowing hard.
āJust for, just for a break. Just so he can rest. Let the rest take over for a while.āĀ
Thatā¦ He doesnātā What the hell does that even mean?Ā
āLike maybe then the world wouldā¦ snap back.ā She snaps her fingers, just once. This time itās Eddie who flinches. āAnd everything bad would disappear. But it wonāt. And he wonāt.ā She swallows. Then quietly, almost inaudible, āHe wonāt break.āĀ
And the way she says itā¦ It was reassuring before. And now it feels like a burden. A curse.Ā
Who the fuck are you, Steve Harrington? And you, Robin Buckley.Ā
Eddie shudders, knowing he doesnāt want the answer to that anymore. He doesnāt want the questions either. So he buries his face in his hands, closes his eyes, and breathes. The adrenaline has worn off by now, the repeated panicking that added fuse to the fire has ceased now, leaving him worn out and strung out, tired and exhausted. He pulls up the hood, burrowing into the warmth.Ā
And then he stills. His usually twitching, fumbling, fiddling body falling entirely still beside Buckley.Ā
Itās like time stops for a while there, even though Eddie knows that itās dragging ever on and on. Heās inclined to let it, though. Heās too tired, too exhausted to really care about what time may or may not be doing.Ā
āWhyād you call me?āĀ
It takes a while for Eddie to realise that Robinās spoken again, asked him a question out loud, the cadence of it different to the endless circles of questions Eddieās got stuck in his head since the early afternoon tinged in blue against crimson.Ā
He lifts his head, tucking his hands underneath his chin, and looks over at Buckley. Her hair is dishevelled now, her mascara smudged and crusty. Her lipstick is almost all gone, with the way he sees her biting and chewing on her lips.Ā
āIā¦ It seemed like the right thing to do, yāknow? He kept repeating your number. In the car, it was likeā¦ Sounds dramatic, but it was like his lifeline, almost. Repeated it so often it kinda got stuck.ā He shrugs. āSeemed important, too.ā
Robin frowns; a careful little thing. āHowād you know it was me?ā
āWell, he just talked about you. Yāknow. Tell me about your favourite person, I told him, because thatās the thing you gotta do to keep people, like, talking to you. Not shit about what day it is, or what. Just, yāknow. Let them talk about things they like. Things theyāll wanna tell you about. āNā he talked about you.āĀ
Sheās quiet for a while, letting his words sink in. And Eddie wonders if she knew. That sheās his favourite person. If he ever told her. If maybe he took that from him now. Itās a stupid thing to worry about, really; the boy was bloodied and bruised on his couch just an hour ago, there are worse things at hand for Eddie to worry about. But now he wonders if he just spilled some sort of secret. Some sort of love confession.Ā
āDid you, I meanā¦ Are you guys, like, dating? Did I just steal his moment?āĀ
Robin huffs, but itās more like a smile that needs a little more space in the room, a little more air to really bloom. Itās fond. She shakes her head, her eyes far away again, but closer somehow.Ā
āNah,ā she says, and the smile is in her voice, too. Eddie kind of likes her voice like that. āWeāre platonic. Which is something Iād never thought Iād say. Not about Steve Harrington, yāknow?āĀ
And the way she drags out his nameā¦ Eddie can relate. Like it means something, but like what it means is nowhere close to reality. Nowhere close to what it really means. Nowhere close to Blue.Ā
Robin sighs, the sound more gentle than it should be, and leans her head against the cabinet behind her. āWe worked together over summer break. Scoops Ahoy.ā Her voice does a funny thing, and her eyes glaze over as she pauses. Eddie waits, his lips tipped up into a little smile, too; to match hers.Ā
āWhat, the ice cream parlour?āĀ
Robin hums, her smile widening at what Eddie guesses must be memories of chaos and ridiculousness. āI wanted to hate him,ā she continues. āBut try as I might, he wouldnāt let me. Or, he did. He did let me. Just, it turns out, thereās no use hating Steve Harrington, not when heās soā¦ So endlessly genuine. Thereās nothing to hate, yāknow? And then heā¦āĀ
She stops, her mouth clicking shut as her eyes tear up a little. The Starcourt fire. Eddie remembers the news, remembers the self-satisfied smirk when heād heard about it, remembers sticking it to the Man and to capitalism and to the idea of malls over supporting your friendly neighbourhood businesses.Ā
Guilt and shame overcome him as he realises that they must have been in there when it happened.Ā
āHe saved your life?āĀ
Robinās eyes snap toward him, wide and caught, and Eddie raises his hands in placation.Ā
āIn the fire? Were you there?āĀ
āYāyeah.ā She swallows hard, avoiding his eyes. āThe fire. He saved me. Yeah.āĀ
Eddie nods, deciding to drop that topic right there; to lay it on the ground as gently as he can and cover it with bright red colours so he never steps on it ever again.Ā
āHe must be your favourite person, too, then, hm?ā he steers the conversation back away into safer waters.Ā
āHe is,ā she says, sure and genuine and true. āItās just. I donāt think Iāve ever been anyoneās favourite. He has a lot of people who care about him, you know? A lot of people he cares about. Even more numbers memorised in that stupidly smart head of his.ā She huffs again, burrowing deeper into Eddieās hoodie, pulling the sleeves over her hands some more. āItās stupid, to be so hung up on this. Is it stupid?āĀ
āI donāt think it is,ā Eddie says, scooting a little closer to Robin. āLike, I donāt even know that boy, right? But even I know that heās got some ways to shift your focus or something. Give you a silver lining, or something to take the pain away even when heās the one whoā¦ I donāt know, thatās probably stupid, too.āĀ
āNah,ā Robin says, scooting closer to him, too, until their sides are pressed together and she can lay her head on his shoulder. āItās not stupid. Youāre right; thatās Steve for you. āS just who he is.āĀ
It is, isnāt it?Ā
Youāre so blue, Stevie.Ā
Sheāll say something corny when, when you ask her, jusā to fuck with you. Sunset gold or rose, jusā to mess withā¦ But is blue.
Blue. āS nice.Ā
Yeah. Yeah, he is.Ā
Eddie lets his thoughts roam the endless possibilities and realities that is Steve Harrington, the depths he hides ā or wonāt hide, maybe, if you know how to ask. Where to look.Ā
Maybe heāll find out, one of these days. Not about the terrible things that leave him scared of the hospital, not about the horrible things that have him speaking of death and dying like heās accepted them as a possibility a long time ago.Ā
He swallows hard and shakes off these thoughts, because things like that just. They donāt happen. They donāt happen to blue-smiled boys who trust you to be kind even when theyāre beaten straight to hell. And they sure as hell donāt happen when uncle Wayneās around.Ā
Nothing bad has ever happened when uncle Wayne was around.Ā
And he wants to tell Robin, wants to make that promise. But part of him canāt bear the thought of being wrong. So he keeps his mouth shut and just sits with her, their heads as heavy as their hearts as they wait.Ā
The sun is long gone when the phone above him rings again, spooking and startling them out of their timeless existence.Ā
āYeah?ā he answers, his heart hammering in his chest. āWayne?āĀ
āHey, Ed,ā Wayneās voice comes through the phone like a melody. Calm and steady. Robin is scooting closer, and Eddie shifts the phone to accommodate her so they can both listen. Somehow, they ended up holding hands ā and holding on hard. āWeāre coming home now.āĀ
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#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#who did this to you#something has Shifted in this part and i wanna do a literary/meta analysis of it but i dont wanna ruin the fun or be annoying but hhh#also sorry if you don't like this bc it's so different from the other two but the sudden adrenaline crash will do that to ya#we'll get Blue back soon don't you worry š¤#also eddie's mind is running in circles and he doesn't have wayne to stop him this time sooo if this feels repetitive and redundant???#then let's pretend it should read that way actually (and also eddie is an obsessive little guy he'll ruminate forever if he doesn't have#an outlet sooo)#also rambling fumbly robin going deadly still over an injured steve is the hill i will die on actually like that just makes me feral#dio words
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one piece is set in a nautical world with presumably nautical idioms and exclamations to match, right, like swearing by the sea rather than on a god etc. to wit, there's five seas (the four blues + the grand line) so we can assume when you're feeling particularly dramatic, you might refer to all those vast oceans to get your hyperbolic point across.
keeping that in mind, lets live in a stupidly romantic corny ass world for a moment ok? take my hand.
"I swear on all six seas, if you don't shut the fuck up right nowā"
"What?" Sanji looks at him like he's stupid. Nothing new, really.
"Ha, even you're going deaf having to listen to your own annoying ass whining all the time, Cook. I wasā"
"No, youā"
"Don't interrupt me! Oi!" he yelps as a wooden spoon bounces harmlessly off his shoulder. He's not impressed that Sanji manages to catch it before it hits the counter.
"You said six seas," Sanji states.
Zoro stares back in lieu of an answer.
"Huh, maybe this has something to do with why you're always lost. There's only five seas, dummy."
And ah, now he gets what the idiot cook is on about. He's surprised and a little disappointed, honestly. You'd think the guy would be a little more aware about his own fucking dream, but whatever. He's got that annoying smile, smug and cocky like he's oh so much better than Zoro.
"Would you like me to count them out for you? I know it's a big number, it's probably confusing for a simple creature like you."
Zoro crosses his arms in clear warning, something the cook, as always, blatantly ignores. He's leaning on the counter that's between them now, eyes sparkling with glee. Idiot. Zoro's thoughts do not have a fond tone to them. Thoughts don't have tones at all, thank you very much.
Sanji lifts a hand and proceeds to count off on his fingers with the precision of a drill sergeant.
"I'm sure you at least know our ocean, the East Blue. There's also the West Blue, North Blue, South Blue, and of course the Grand Line," he wiggles all his fingers as he puts his thumb up for the last one like he's emulating fireworks.
Zoro snorts indelicately. "And?"
Sanji frowns with a tilt of his head.
"And?"
Zoro holds up his index finger.
"And," he says, stifling his amusement as Sanji goes cross eyed trying to follow said finger as it arcs towards him, "your All Blue. Dummy."
He punctuates the last word by poking Sanji in the forehead, snickering when he sputters and swats the digit away in a huff. Then Zoro's words finally sink in, and he straightens up almost too fast. It's not endearing at all.
"Wait," he says quietly, "you count it?"
Zoro doesn't like how Sanji's looking at him with an open expression he's not usually allowed. He looks earnest and sincere. Zoro feels suddenly out of his depth.
"Don't you?" he deflects uncomfortably.
"Well yeah, but that's different. You'reā" he shrugs half heartedly and looks away. Zoro can't tell if the end of that sentence was going to disparage him or the cook. Odds are likely split down the middle. Sanji keeps looking at him, and he feels pinned. The bright look is gone, replaced by something more reserved but perhaps...searching? Considering, at the least. It's making him increasingly self conscious. He needs to get out of here.
"Okay. I'm gonna steal some alcohol now," he says shortly, striding to the cabinet and swiping a bottle before Sanji blinks out of his stupor.
#i see that in fic sometimes where theyll say like. 'for seas sake' or smth similiar and its like. so unnecessary honestly. not in a mean way#i think theres this misguided notion of like 'oh people in this fantasy world wouldnt say 'oh my god' bc they dont have God' but#1. yes they do conceptually 2. theres absolutely christians in op anyway. mihawk wears a cross for some reason. kuma lived in a church! cmo#3. other cultures (source: me) use god as a swear as well sbhdns#ANYWAY not the point of this post. i am just holding a sickly sweet scene in my hands like a baby bird i need to put it somewhere#lest i be tempted to shove it into a grounded fic and ruin the vibe entirely#always soooo embarrassing to write (let alone share) smth so cheesy but i think esp bc i know its SO ooc for zoro.#well whatever he gets a break from being his real authentic uptight unromantic jackass self its ok. be cutesy dw about it<3#zosan#roronoa zoro#black leg sanji#vtxt#vfic
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you check your phone and pout when you see your boyfriend still hasnāt replied to your message about his dinner plans for the evening.
after two grueling weeks, itās finally baekhyunās day off. the last few hours of radio silence from him are probably because heās lost in his game. you understandāhe deserves this downtime. after an exhausting summer of touring and prepping for a comeback, heās earned the right to unwind however he pleases. even though youād prefer he take a break from the screen, everyone recharges differently, and gaming is his escape.
despite your understanding, you canāt resist teasing him a little. youāre bored and craving some attention.
unlocking your phone, you send him a playful text. āwow, itās actually insane how your fingers were working just fine last night when they were inside me, and now they canāt text me back?ā
baekhyunās love for his video games are well-known, but his affection for you runs even deeper. he thrives on your playful teasing and the way you make him work for your attention. itās a challenge he finds irresistible.
seconds after sending the message, heās already read it. and itās no surprise when his call comes through.
the moment you answer, baekhyunās voice bursts through the speaker, filled with urgency. āaaahhh, iām so sorry, baby! i totally lost track of time and didnāt realize you asked about dinner. please, give me another hour! the guys and i are on a winning streak right now, and i canāt just leave them hangingāchanyeol will literally kill me.ā
you can picture his adorable pout and those pleading brown eyes. the image of him, guilt-ridden yet endearing, makes you soften.
after arriving back in town late last night, despite being exhausted, he went straight to you. the fatigue from the long flight was no match for the pull he felt toward you. the need to see you, to be with you, was stronger than any weariness. it was well past midnight when he quietly slipped into your room, his footsteps light as he approached your bed. you were fast asleep, oblivious to his presence.
he knelt by the edge of the bed, his gaze taking in the serene sight of you. with a gentle touch, he brushed a few stray strands of hair from your face, wanting nothing to obstruct his view. the soft moonlight filtering through the curtains bathed your features in an ethereal glow. even in sleep, you were breathtaking.
his eyes traced every detailāthe beauty marks on your skin, the blush on your cheeks, the way your eyelashes rested against your skin, and the slight pout of your lips that made his heart ache. your relaxed eyebrows seemed too perfect, too serene. he marveled at you, struggling to believe that someone as beautiful as you could be his.
moments like these made him fall deeper in love, leaving him in awe of the depth of his feelings. it took every ounce of his self-control to keep from showering your face with tender kisses.
he imagined how your lips would feel against his, the moment becoming even more passionate as his longing grew. his mind wandered to how your hands would pull him closer, and the heat between you would intensify with each touch.
just then, you shifted slightly in your sleep, a soft moan escaping your lips, bringing him back to reality. he wanted to freshen up from his flight before joining you in bed, where he could show you just how much he missed you and how important you are to him. he was eager to remind you of the boundless passion he had for you.
as these thoughts replay in your mind, guilt starts to gnaw at you. maybe you should let him enjoy his game a little longer. āactually,ā you say, your words tumbling out, ākyungsoo messaged me a bit ago about grabbing some food and drinks. i havenāt caught up with him in a while, so maybe i could do that? i can come over to your place in a couple of hours when youāre free?ā
youāre about to suggest an alternative when the sound of the game being paused reaches your ears, followed by some shuffling. before you can finish your thought, baekhyun cuts you off, his voice determined and a bit breathless. ānah, fuck thatāiām coming over right now to remind that pretty little head of yours just how good my fingers and my mouth really are.ā
he knows kyungsooās no threatātheyāve met, and they actually get along quite well. but the idea of you spending time with another man still sparks a flash of jealousy deep within him. itās an irrational feeling, one he canāt quite shake, even though he trusts you completely.
youāre slightly annoyed by how his jealousy makes you feel. youāve never been the jealous type; in fact, youāve always found the emotion quite exhausting and unnecessary in relationships. but hearing baekhyun like this, with that possessive edge to his voiceāit does something to you. it makes you feel empowered, desired, and, if youāre honest, a little bit turned on. thereās something primal about the way he canāt stand the thought of losing you that stirs something deep inside, something you hadnāt realized was there.
you never expected to react this way, but the idea of baekhyun being just a little bit jealous, wanting you all to himself, awakens a thrill you canāt ignore. itās a side of him that rarely comes out, and it only makes you want him more.
"iāll be at yours in 10," he continues, his tone dripping with seductive authority. "iāll take you out to your favorite spot after i make you cum a few times. does that sound good?'
oh, heās fucking insane. āa few timesā? youāre still sore from all the ways he took you last night. all day you've been feeling like youāre still dripping with the remnants of what seems like gallons of cum he left inside you. thereās no way he has anything left in him.
āwhat kind of boyfriend do you think i am?ā he replies, a smile evident in his voice. āiāve been away from my gorgeous girl for far too long. the least i can do is make sure youāre completely satisfied before we head out for dinner.ā
before you can call his bluff, you scoff loudly. "yeah, yeah. put your money where your mouth is, baek."
his low chuckle sends a flush of heat to your cheeks and neck. you gulp when he says, "umm, actually, iād rather have my mouth on something else... and now that iām thinking about it, i am feeling kind of hungry. but probably not in the same way you are."
youāre left speechless, stunned by how quickly the playful banter turned into something so intensely sexual.
you hear a car door slam and the sound of an engine revving in the background. "wait, are you already on the way?" you glance at your phone, realizing youāve only been on the call for two minutes.
"didnāt you just tell me to put my money where my mouth is? iāll be seeing you soon, princess."
as much as baekhyun wanted to keep playing his game, he craved you a hundred times more. he could never get enough of you. after being in a relationship with him for a couple of years, you might have thought the sex would lose its excitement, and become less invigorating, even boring. thatās how it was in every previous relationship youād been in.
but comparing your current love life to past experiences was a mistake. how could anyone ever measure up to him? no one has ever made love to you with the same passion or intensity as baekhyun. he stirs emotions in you that youāve never felt before. the electric connection and the gravitational pull between you are unlike anything youāve ever experienced until now.
baekhyun is known for his responsible nature. heās always maintained a clean image, carefully balancing his public persona with his personal life. he has a strong sense of control, particularly when it comes to his indulgences. whether it's alcohol, late-night parties, or anything that could potentially tarnish his reputation, baekhyun manages his habits with precision. his friends and fans admire him for his discipline and his ability to remain grounded despite his celebrity status.
but with you, the usual rules don't seem to apply. youāre like a potent, irresistible drug, an intoxicating force that disrupts his usual self-control. unlike his measured approach to life, which he meticulously curates to maintain his āgood boyā image, your presence unleashes a side of him that craves indulgence beyond his typical boundaries.
when heās with you, the usual moderation goes out the window. the way he desires you, the way he needs you, is all-consuming. youāve become his ultimate temptation, a source of overwhelming pleasure that he can't resist. itās as if youāve unlocked a part of him that he usually keeps tightly securedāhis craving for you surpasses any control he normally exerts over himself. he can't help but think that this may be unhealthy but at the same time, he can give two fucks about health when you and your body are on the table.
this desire for you is so intense that it feels like a high he canāt replicate with anything else. your touch, your voice, your scentātheyāre all addictive to him. where he can easily set limits in other areas of his life, with you, he finds himself willing to push past those limits, to experience the pleasure and intensity of your connection more deeply.
just hearing your voice on the phone alone had made his dick twitch with anticipation, a physical response to the sultry promise in your tone. already, his mind was consumed by visions of the ways heāll claim you tonight, the thought of his face buried between your thighs dancing vividly behind his closed eyelids. he could almost hear the honeyed moans that would spill from your lips, each one calling his name in desperate pleasureāmusic that makes him want to crank up the volume and lose himself in the symphony of your need.
the idea of you writhing beneath him, his mouth working relentlessly to make you cum repeatedly, ignites a deep hunger in him. heās intoxicated by the thought of your taste, the way your pleasure would flood his senses, making him feel as though heās already savoring the sweetness of it. the image of you bent over the sheets, your ass bouncing rhythmically against his pelvis as he takes you from behind, sends a jolt of raw desire through him. heās pushed to the edge, the anticipation fueling his drive, making him eager to press the gas harder and faster, to make every moment of your pleasure as intense as the last.
he wonders if youāre already wet for him, if youāre lying there in anticipation, sprawled out on your bed. he imagines you touching yourself, your fingers gliding over your sensitive skin with the kind of urgency that drives him wild. the thought of you, alone and aroused, sends a jolt of excitement through him, igniting his imagination. he pictures the sheets beneath you, soaked and tangled, their disheveled state reminiscent of those intimate facetime calls after his shows, when you were so eager for his touch.
his heartbeat pounds against his ribcage, a steady thrum of anticipation that makes it hard to focus on anything else. his breathing grows heavy, each breath coming faster as he thinks about how youāll be waiting for him. the image of you, lost in pleasure, is intoxicating, and he canāt help but grind his teeth, trying to suppress the growing need. his hand moves restlessly over the bulge in his sweatpants, seeking some form of relief that remains just out of reach.
glancing at the gps, he sees that there are only three minutes left before he arrives. the thought drives him to the brink of madness, knowing that just a few more moments and heāll be able to indulge in the vivid fantasies that have been consuming him.
three more minutes.
two.
one.
within thirty seconds of parking, heās at your front door, quickly entering the code and slipping inside. he kicks off his shoes with haste, his eyes darting around the living room and kitchen in search of you. his gaze zeroes in on your bedroom door, slightly ajar.
thatās when he hears you.
in three swift strides, heās at your bedroom door, and in two more, he stands at the edge of your bed.
just moments ago, he was imagining this very scene on his drive over, marveling at the power of his thoughts. a smile curves on his lips as he wonders if heās somehow manifested this moment.
his eyes lock onto your hands: your right hand nestled between your legs, your left gently caressing one of your breasts. he could lose himself in this intimate display for hours.
to baekhyun, the sight before him is pure art. you are the masterpiece, and heās eager to explore every detail. his mouth parts slightly as he observes your fingers moving inside you, the raw, vivid imagery stirring something deep within him.
he knows that the pace youāve set isnāt enough. you need his touch, his mouth. yet, judging by the flush spreading across his neck and ears, his ragged breathing, and the throbbing need straining against his sweatpants, itās clear heās the one whoās desperately craving release.
baekhyun steps closer to the edge of your bed, closing the distance between you. kneeling between your trembling legs, he dips his head, just inches away from your dripping core.
the sight of you is driving him to the brink.
"may i?" he murmurs before trailing soft, wet kisses along the inside of your right thigh, gradually moving toward your core. "iām sorry for keeping you waiting, princess," he adds, his gaze filled with intense desire.
his eyes flutter shut as he plants another kiss right above your pubic bone. "iāll spend these next few days showing you just how sorry I am."
the sight of him like this is driving you wild. looking down at him with your lips slightly parted, you nod, unable to hold out any longer.
you see the wicked smirk on his face as he positions his mouth above your throbbing clit, lightly brushing it with his bottom lip. the contact makes your body jolt and a soft whine escape your lips. his smile is devilish, and you know youāre in for a wild ride. "baby, i need you to use your words," he commands, his voice low and demanding.
"baekhyun, please, i canāt wait any longer. please, please, please. i need you," you cry out, your voice filled with desperation.
his cock twitches at your plea, clearly aroused by your desperation. "your wish is my command, princess," he responds, his own need evident in his tone.
baekhyunās smile deepens, a blend of satisfaction and eager anticipation glinting in his eyes. he knows, with absolute certainty, that youāre wholly surrendered to himāmind, body, and soul. he draws nearer to your throbbing clit, his breath warm and electrifying against your sensitive skin. his tongue teases with a slow, deliberate stroke along your folds, each lick sending a shiver through you and making you gasp, arching your back in a reflexive, desperate response.
his tongue works slowly and deliberately, savoring every taste and texture. each stroke sends jolts of pleasure through your body, causing you to squirm and grip the sheets. he alternates between light, teasing touches and firmer, more insistent strokes, keeping you on the edge of anticipation.
his hands glide up your thighs, fingers gently pressing into your skin as if to anchor you in place. the sensation of his touch, combined with the delicious rhythm of his tongue, sends waves of pleasure crashing over you. you moan and writhe, your breathing coming in shallow, ragged bursts.
baekhyunās pace quickens as he senses your mounting need. he latches onto your clit with his lips, sucking and flicking with just the right amount of pressure. his tongue dances in intricate patterns, making your body tense and shiver with every flick. the way his fingers are curled so deliciously inside you, driving you absolutely insane.
when youāre on the brink of breaking, he pulls back slightly, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. he catches his breath, his face flushed with desire, and whispers, "i want to hear you come for me, princess."
the combination of his words and his relentless touch sends you over the edge. you cry out, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure ripple through you. your moans are a mix of relief and ecstasy, filling the room with the sound of your release.
baekhyun doesnāt stop; he continues to work you through your climax, his touch becoming more fervent as he revels in the way you respond to him. as your breathing starts to slow and your body relaxes, he finally lifts his head, his lips glistening with the evidence of his efforts.
he looks up at you with a satisfied smile, his eyes still burning with the heat of his desire. "did you enjoy that, princess?" he asks, his voice husky and full of passion.
you nod, your voice barely a whisper as you catch your breath. "yes, so so much."
he rises to his full height, his gaze never leaving yours as he undresses quickly, his need evident in the way he moves. he positions himself above you, his body pressing against yours as he prepares to take you again. with every inch of his touch, he shows you just how much he missed you and how deeply he wants you.
"weāre not done yet," he warns, a mixture of anticipation and dominance in his voice. the promise makes you both nervous for the soreness that might come but excited and hungry for him all the same.
as he enters you, you both find a rhythm thatās both urgent and deeply intimate. the room is alive with the sounds of your pleasure, each moan and gasp underscoring the intense connection you share.
baekhyunās grip on your hips tightens as his breath becomes ragged with desire. "god, baby, you feel so fucking wet and tight around me," he rasps, his voice rough and strained. his thrusts start to grow erratic and uneven, betraying his approaching climax. despite his own mounting pleasure, heās determined not to come before you; heās willing to do anything to keep you on the edge.
"how do you fit me so perfectly?" he murmurs, his voice breathless as he continues to drive into you. "itās like this pussy was made just for my dick." each word is punctuated by a deep, forceful thrust, his breath coming in heavy, labored bursts as he loses himself in the rhythm of your bodies entwined.
"right there, baek, please, iām almost there. donāt stop, keep going," you plead, your voice trembling with need. to him, your words are like a symphony, each plea a melody that drives him further. he hits all the right spots, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, making you feel like youāre about to lose your mind.
āthis pussy is mine, do you hear me?ā baekhyun growls, his voice thick with desire as he bites down softly on that sensitive spot on your neck, his movements unrelenting and intense.
you nod frantically, your body teetering on the edge of climax. āyes, baek, iām all yours.ā
āsay it again,ā he demands, his voice low and primal.
āiām yours. all yours. iāll always be yours,ā you whisper, breathless and needy, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and adoration for his possessive nature.
baekhyun groans deeply at your words, his mouth moving to capture the moans spilling from your lips. āthatās my princess,ā his tone a commanding whisper. ānow be a good girl and look me in the eyes when you cum for me.ā
his raw, lewd words blend with the sound of your bodies colliding and the way the tip of his cock rubs against that sweet spot just right. the combination is overwhelming, and as you lock eyes with him, savoring the way his possessiveness makes you feel so entirely claimed, everything fades into a blinding white as you reach your climax.
heās fucking you through your high, his voice a steady stream of praise and encouragement, telling you how perfectly youāre taking him. as he watches you unravel, he canāt ignore the thought of how unhealthy his obsession with you has become. each time he sees you like this, he feels himself sinking deeper into the addiction. but at this moment, heās completely indifferent to the consequences. all that matters is the overwhelming, consuming need to possess you, to hear you scream his name as if it's the only salvation you crave.
heās on the verge of losing control, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate as he nears his climax. when he finally hits his peak, he spills into you with such intensity, his cum painting your inner walls in thick, hot streams. the mingling of his release with your own sends shockwaves of raw, unadulterated pleasure through both of you. the visual of him filling you, his essence merging with your own, only amplifies the overwhelming ecstasy, each shuddering pulse of his release driving you both further into a haze so fucking intoxicating.
breathless and spent, baekhyun collapses beside you onto the disheveled bed, the sheets a tangled mess around you both. your bodies glisten with sweat, slick and intertwined, hair plastered to your necks and foreheads. he turns to you, his expression a mix of adoration and raw desire. as he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, you gasp, feeling the heat of his breath mingling with yours, your bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of your intense connection. the kiss is deep and so filled with love and passion, pulling you into a whirlwind of sensation that makes you lose your breath all over again.
"i love you so much, baby," he murmurs against your lips, his voice laden with emotion. he brushes the tip of his nose with yours before speaking again. "i can't even comprehend how much i love you. i never thought loving someone with so much intensity was even possible."
you sigh into his kiss, your voice soft but heartfelt. "i love you, too, baek," you both pull apart, looking at each other with hearts in your eyes.
he gazes at you with a tenderness that contrasts sharply with the primal intensity of your earlier moments. his loving look makes you feel both cherished and slightly self-conscious, your cheeks flushing with a mix of shyness and warmth. "what is it?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly.
"move in with me," he says, his voice gentle and vulnerable. i want us to share a home and build a life together. no more āmy place or your placeā bullshitāi want to come home every day and find you there, waiting for me."
his words resonate deeply within you, swelling your heart with love and a rush of excitement. after a momentās contemplation, overwhelmed by emotion, you nod, your voice steady and filled with promise. āokay, letās do it. letās live together.ā
baekhyunās grin stretches from ear to ear as he pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you with a possessive warmth. he presses soft, grateful kisses to the top of your head. "thank you. thank you. thank you," he repeats between each tender kiss, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.
you giggle at his affection, savoring the tender moment. "but i get to choose the furniture," you tell him with a playful yet serious glint in your eye. as you look up, you interrupt his affectionate assault with a teasing smile causing him to pout. "and i want a room for all my booksāa cozy reading area, like a sanctuary."
baekhyunās eyes soften with adoration as he gazes at you, his love evident in every line of his face. "you can have everything you want, babe," he murmurs tenderly, pressing a gentle kiss to the spot between your eyes. "just as long as i get to drown in between your thighs every night."
his lewd comment sends a flush of heat through your core, intensifying the sensation as you suddenly feel his hardness pressing against you.
you flash him a mischievous smirk, unable to hide the effect his words are having on you. "already?" you tease, feeling the firm press of him against your core intensify, digging deeper with each breathless movement.
"i canāt help it," he breathes into your neck, his lips grazing your skin as he nibbles gently just above your collarbone. his hands reposition themselves, guiding his body over yours, readying himself for another round. "itās like my dick is constantly hard for you."
just like baekhyun, your desire for him is insatiableāyouāre always wanting him, always ready. thatās why you barely flinch at the sensitivity gnawing at your senses when the tip of his throbbing dick presses against your heated core. the anticipation only heightens your need, making every nerve in your body come alive.
you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close until your faces are mere inches apart. with a playful glint in your eyes, you tease, "our neighbors are going to hate us, arenāt they?"
baekhyunās grin is wicked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "yes, they will," he agrees, his voice low and full of promise. before you can respond, he captures your lips in a fiery kiss, his urgency and desire palpable. the kiss is fierce and consuming, stealing your breath away as he deepens it, each movement charged with the intensity of his need.
"this is home,ā he murmurs into your hair, his voice warm and soothing. his hands grip your waist, pulling you even closer, and you can feel the heat radiating off him as your bodies meld together in a passionate embrace. āyou are my home.ā
every kiss, every touch, shows how electric and real your connection is. itās like the world outside doesnāt even matterāit's just you two, totally lost in this moment.
"you are my home," you repeat back to him.
ąŖāā“į”£š© a/n: two songs inspired me to write this!!! linked in the title hehe omg baekhyun is so š«¦ in this lol can #confirm firsthand that this is how he lays down the pipe ok (not rly but i don't think its so far fetched)
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#wow i had a thot and its quite literally ruining me!!!!!#but fr tho baekhyun is sooooo the type to be pussy whipped#baekhyun smut#baekhyun fic#exo smut#exo fic#x reader#baekhyun one shot#lisawrites#dividers by @anitalenia <3
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Honeymoon
Based on this request.
Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader
Summary: Azriel and Reader celebrate being newly weds.
Warnings: Smut | Minors DNI | 18+ | p in v | pet names (baby, love, wife) | shadow play | bondage | multi-orgasm | overstimulation | oral (f receiving) | creampie (?) | dirty talk | mentions of having sex on the beach | Azriel being hot
A/N: I hate this ngl but I hope you guys enjoyy
Word count: 5.2k
The sound of Cassian's rambunctious laughter echoes throughout the entire house but Azriel was too preoccupied staring at me to take any notice of his brother's amusementā which was targeted towards Morrigan. Who was so drunk I doubted she could walk. I giggled as she battled with a stubborn wine cork, and was evidently losing. Familiar arms wrap around me and pull me into a warm embrace. "Let's go home," Azriel murmurs and I look up to him with a soft smile. It was two hours past midnight, our wedding ceremony started at noon. It's been a long day, to say the least.
"I just want to make sure Mor gets home safe and thenā" I begin to pull away from his grasp but he tugs me right back into him. "Do you ever worry about yourself?" He questions and I roll my eyes. "I'm allowed to care for my friends." I justify but he only pulls me closer. "It's our night." He argues and I can't help but melt into him at the words. "Mor will sleep here tonight, you've got nothing to worry over." He gently rubs up and down my sides and I solicit an exhausted sigh. "We can go home and spend our first night as husband and wife together before we leave for the Summer Court tomorrow." He offers, his tone alluring. I twist my lips to the side, contemplating giving in to my newlywed husband or staying around until everyone found their way home.
"Okay?" He prods and I look up to him once more, though I should've known better than to let my gaze meet his and still expect to deny him. "Okay." I nod and his smile goes wide, resulting in dimples appearing to crease his cheeks.
He barely even lets me say goodbye before he winnows us right into the sitting room of our home.
Azriel pulls me through the dimly lit hall of our house as I stumble over my heels, squeezing his hand tightly in a signal for him to slow down, the eager male however had no intention of wasting any more time without me in his arms, just us two.
I'd be lying if I said some alone time wasn't exactly what I needed. Alone time, with him, that is. He seems like the happiest male on earth every time he glances back at me while I'm already looking at him returning his grin.
He pulls me into the master bedroom, leaning back against the door behind him and clicking it shut. I let go of his hand and stride toward the bed, plopping down onto it in a bundle of white tulle.
My feet are practically screaming they're in so much pain. I groan as I lean down, unable to reach the clasps of the heels due to my excessive amount of skirts. Azriel only chuckles as he watches me struggle to get ahold of my shoe. "What's so funny?" I glower up at him and he folds his lips inward to stop himself from laughing any further. He stepped closer and in two long-legged strides, he was directly in front of me. "Nothing beloved," He crouches down and settles on his knees before me with a sickeningly sweet look in his eyes. "How many skirts can one dress have?" He muttered as he pushed the ballgown material in every which way. "Too many," I sigh, head craning to the side as I stretch my neck.
I feel sweet relief as one of my shoes comes off, and the other quickly follows.
He discards the horrid heels across the room and looks up at me proudly. I would marry him all over again just because of that look. I grab him by his collar and pull him up towards me with a sloppy grin, leaning forward and pecking his lips with an uncontrollable smile.
"Your suit looks really good on you," I say dreamily as I begin unbuttoning his dress shirt. "Yeah?" He looks at me with a teasing smile, standing to his full height and staring down at me. "Mhm." I nod with a dazed smile, utterly love-drunk on him. His hands come to the back of my head, undoing my pinned-up hair that took hours for Nuala to do this morning. Shadows swished around us haphazardly as we both silently took care of each other.
Once I got his shirt fully undone I moved to tug it down his shoulders.
I feel a tug at the base of my scalp and I wince as I realize my hair is being pulled. "Owā Azriel," I bring my hands back to meet his and he looked at me with slight amusement. "My fingers are too big." He muttered and a smile pulled at my lips. "I've heard that one before." I snicker and he rolls his eyes, taking his hands away from my hair and allowing me to do it myself.
It takes me less than a minute until my hair is unbounded and tumbling down my back. I look up at him with a soft smile and he mirrors it, hands coming to my cheeks reflexively, cradling my face in his all-too-big, scarred hands.
"My beautiful wife," The words roll so easily from his tongue and the title has me flushing profusely, by the mother, we're married and he still makes me go red. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips.
The kiss isn't hungry or lustful, just pure innocence and love. His rough hands are gentle when holding me, and his lips on mine are so precise and careful.
I smile wildly at the feel of warm adoration flooding through his side of the bond without hesitance. I sent my own version of it back only to find his mental shields completely gone, it was just us, the spymaster didn't feel the need to hide anything.
I pull back and quickly stand to my full height, silently turning around, and without a word he understands what I want. His fingers come to the white laces of my dress, untying the delicate strings as gently as he could manage. As soon as he's got them all undone, then the rest of the clasps, I can fully breathe again. I release a soft sigh as I feel the tight bodice loosen and dip from my chest. He helps me step away from the gown, shadows carrying the expensive white fabric to the armoire where it'll be hung.
"That dress is evil," I sigh in relief, looking up to Azriel who was preoccupied staring at every inch of my body.
I was wearing a dainty white lingerie set that seemed like it would fall apart completely if he were to pull at one loose thread. "You've been wearing this all day?" He grabs me by my waist and pulls me into his chest. I giggle at his neediness and wrap my arms around the back of his neck, then give him a cheeky nod. "I would've taken that dress off a lot sooner if I'd known." He hums, head dipping into the juncture between my shoulder and neck. My hand goes into his hair as I lean up into him, he was the only warmth I could find in this cold room. The lighthearted and sweet energy between us shifts into something powered by need.
He backs away from my shoulder and moves to kiss my lips with a passion I recognized well. My hands come to his jaw but before he lets me even think about reciprocating his urgency he's moving back to my jaw, peppering kisses down the column of my throat, the valley of my peaked breasts, all the way to my navel as he lowers down onto his knees. āAnd when he pushes me back onto the bed and settles between my legs, I know, he's mine and mine alone.
He looks up at me with swirling hazel eyes, all I have to do is nod before he's shredding through my undergarments, and without much foreplay, his lips attach to the apex of my thighs.
Breath escapes me as he wickedly flicks his tongue over my sensitive clit, my hand shooting into his hair as a whine drags from my throat. I feel him smile against me at the reaction, I look down to see his eyes already on me, catching my gaze. My brows furrow as shadows swirl around my thighs and pin them down onto the bed as he slowly moves downward to where I ached for him most.
His tongue slips over my slit and I arch upward. "C'mon Az, don't be mean." I cry out, pulling at his hair as he teases at my entrance with a stupid smirk on his face. "Need more," I whine. "What exactly do you need more of?" He purrs, his breath fanning over my wet folds, forcing me to clench around nothing for any form of friction. "No teasing." I shake my head with a pitiful whine. "Not even just a little?" He mocks, then his teeth nip at my clit and my breath hitched as I feel heat flood the sensitive area. "You like that did you?" He taunts, his tongue coming flat against the bud to soothe it. "Don't worry baby," He tuts as shadows swirl up my arms and tether me to the bed to prevent my squirming. "Just be a good wife and I'll give you what you want, yeah?" He hums and the proposition makes me throb with pure need.
"Az," I sigh out helplessly, tugging at my restraints but my whines die in my throat as his tongue delves into my folds, collecting every drop of arousal that was a result of him and him alone.
I grin my hips up into his face and he grins wildly, his hands coming around my thighs to pull me closer as he feasts on me like he hasn't eaten in years. My hips lift as I buck into his mouth and my silent command somehow reaches him, because the next thing I know he's dipping lower and finding my opening.
I open my legs wider before he can even think to ask and he smiles at how well he's got me trained. "Good girl," The praise slips from his lips and pushes me towards my climax more than anything else. His head dives low and his tongue enters me without struggle.
I clench the sheets in my fist and tears begin welling in my water line. "Fuck, Az," I moan out. He replies with a wicked flick of his tongue, his arms tightening as he brings me closer, I glance down to see him entirely engulfed in the taste of me like he was drunk on my arousal.
My hand goes into his hair as I run out of oxygen, panting heavily at the feeling of his head between my legs. He finds that sweet spongy spot deep inside of me and toys with it, flicking and swirling his tongue across it with a precision that had me mewling his name like a prayer.
He pulls away from the spot for a moment in order to explore other areas, his long tongue pressing against my moldable walls and I clench around him, if it weren't for his hands holding me down I'd be crushing his head in. I grind my hips up in protest so he returns to that spot, and with it comes a forming know that was growing increasingly tighter.
"Fuck, m' close," I warn, confining my ministrations upward with my hips. My movements become ragged and hurried as my high approaches, but he remains fluid and teasing. I whine as he curls his tongue in such a way that I'm left breathless, my hands in his hair go stiff and the knot burrowed inside of me winds itself so tight that it snaps and I'm blessed with a surge of pleasure as it sweeps over me, a mix of both heat and euphoria blooming from my core and as I release, itās Azrielās name coming from my lips.
"Good," He eases as he slowly backs away. āThatās it,ā His hands stroke up and down my hips and I release a soft whimper at the sensation. āYou can handle more canāt you love?ā He murmurs between kisses as he naps his lips back up to my neck. āMhm,ā I nod shakily and he smiles, nipping at my sensitive now marked skin. āSo good for me.ā He rasps before sucking on the exposure of my neck.
I clench my legs together at the absence of the shadows from my thighs but the ones at my wrist remain. I whine as I grind down, already needy for more. He presses a soft kiss to my neck at the action. āPlease Az, need you,ā I whine and a grin pulls at his lips. āIs that right?ā He leans down and the weight of his hardened cock pressed into my abdomen. My brows pinch together and I nod. āPlease Az, Iāll make you feel so good.ā I implore as I stare up at his delighted expression.
āBe good and stay still for me then, okay?ā He prompts and I nod with wide eyes. āThat my girl.ā He presses a soft kiss to my forehead before dipping down yet again, this time aiming towards my chest. He pulls at the string like bra and it unravels at his fingertips.
His calloused hands grip my right breast while his mouth charts my left. His tongueā that was just inside of me, flicks over the sensitive bud and I whine pathetically, pulling at the shadows holding me down in order to weave my fingers through his hair. Hazel eyes meet mine and for a moment, in the dim lighting, they seemed golden. He released my left breast with one last swipe of his tongue and moved to my right one.
My hardened bud quickly became overstimulated as his scarred thump rolled right circles around it. My chest arched up, closer to his face. He hummed in approval at the action and I sighed out his name, over and over again, he was all I could think about. I was completely drunk on his touch and he hasnāt even fucked me yet.
āFeels good, ahā so good.ā I mewl as his heavy cock pressed into my folds. I grind up against the fabric of his pants but it does little to get me any closer to my release. āAz,ā I whine. āI know,ā He whispers and moves his way back up my chest to my jaw. āIāll give you what you want, my wife has been so good for me, I think she deserves a reward.ā He purrs into the shell of my ear and I nearly moan at just the sound of his voice.
Shadows leave my wrists and unchain me from the bed while Azriel gets off his pants. I do the rest of his work with his boxers, feeling needy enough to get myself the rest of the way to my climaxā but when he presses himself into my folds, I know itād be impossible without him. He presses a loving kiss to my lips one last time before his tip aligns itself with my entrance and without any further warning he pushes himself inside, he only goes as deep as the head and I nearly meet my high at the feel of his thick member finally press into my sensitive walls.
āGods, so fucking tight.ā He grunts out and I smile hazily at the words, wrapping my legs around his hips so Iām forced to open wider for him. He lifted his hips and then thrusts them back in, his movements precise so he only entered another inch or two, but it was enough for a moan to bubble from my lips. āYouāre taking me so well,ā He presses a kiss to my temple. āSuch,ā He begins but thrusts deeper mid-sentence. āA good,ā thrust. āWife.ā He praises and I tighten around him at the sentiment of the words.
His hand snakes up my waist, thumps at my breast, then past my arm and finds my hand. He intertwines our fingers and I hold his hand tight as he stretches me out.
He rolled his hips at a rate that had me losing any coherent thought. Finally, his base finds mine, his balls slapping against my ass. āFuck, you feel good,ā He curses, his head falling into the crook of my shoulder as he picks up speed and begins pumping into me faster. The sound of his cock entering me has me drooling, and the feel of him, gods, I could feel every ridge as well as the slight curve that gave him perfect access to my most sensitive spot.
āAz, I canāt,ā I murmur as I feel that familiar knot begin to form yet again, sensing I wouldnāt last long if he kept this up. āSo close,ā I sigh with a fucked out expression as he just admired it. āRelease on my cock baby,ā He hums and I whimper. He increases speed and I barrel towards my high, chasing it and quickly catching up when he doesnāt cease his actions. My hand squeezes around his as white-hot pleasure consumes me whole.
āAzriel,ā I cry out as tears drop from my waterline and stream down my cheeks. He doesnāt let up and I never get the chance to come down from my high, the result of my release only lingers but it never fully leaves, it only continues to build. He doesnāt dare stop, if anything he gets faster. My cunt becomes red and puffy with overstimulation, but he doesnāt care, because he knows how much I love it.
āIām gonna fill you so full baby,ā His free hand comes down onto my abdomen where he can feel himself inside of me. āCanāt wait to watch my cum drip out of you.ā He purrs, his lips ghosting over my jaw. I squeeze around him at the words, eyes clenching shut at the pleasurable pain. āYou like that? Like when I cum inside?ā He hums and all I can do is nod. āMhm, need to feel you spill deep inside me.ā I cry out. āSuch a good wife,ā He admires, and again, that nickname, it leaves me utterly defenseless.
His hand scopes down my hip and grips my thigh before shadows help guide it up, wrapping around his torso and allowing him to press into me so much deeper. āAzā Iām,ā I lose breath and he nods. āI know,ā He pants. āIām close too.ā He reassures and I sigh in both relief and pleasure. His hips roll once, then twice, and on the third, I grind my hips up to match his pace and we both reach our highs.
His warm seed spurts into me, so much of it that itās still leaking into me even once my climax passes, only when he slows his thrusts does the flow end. He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead before pulling out entirely with a grunt, his release slipping out of me onto my thighs. He tumbled down beside me and released an exhausted breath.
āYouāre so good at that,ā I smile dreamily. āI donāt think you wouldāve married me if I wasnāt.ā He replies with a breathy chuckle. Realization dawns upon me and I turn my head toward him, he is already looking at me. āWeāre married,ā I say giddily and he nods with the same smile as mine. āWe are,ā His hand comes to my arm and he rubs his thumb up and down it then stops. āBut I think thatāll change real soon if I donāt give you aftercare.ā He springs up and I giggle. āIām glad you know your limits.ā
āāāā
"C'mon Az," I beckon as I slip from his arms, dragging a groan from the male who was fisting the hem of my white nightgown and pulling me back down onto the bed. "We're going to be late," I grumble against his shoulder as he smushed me into him. "Tarquin is expecting us at noon." I remind and he grumbles a curse beneath his breath, nuzzling his face into my shoulder. "I don't think he'll mind if we're a few minutes late." He presumes. "Or a few days." The male adds and I roll my eyes as he pulls me closer. "Azriel," I warn and he does nothing aside from a dragged-out whine. "Big baby." I grit out as I squirm from his arms but his hold is iron and I'd be lying if I said I didnāt want to stay in his embrace.
"Just five more minutes." He begs. "You said that an hour ago." I retort with a glare. "And here we still are." He flashes me a crooked smile and I sigh, making my surrender clear. His eyes flash with pure joy while he pulls me impossibly closer, crushing me with his large, tattooed bicepsā not that I was complaining.
"Only fife mibuntes," I mumble, cheeks smushed between his chest and arm. "Only five minutes." I feel him nod, he presses a hard kiss to the crown of my head before propping his chin atop it and taking a deep content breath, arms possessively tightening any time I try to move away.
The thought of being married hits me full throttle, the idea of being connected to this male for the rest of my life dawns upon me all in one moment and I feel nothing aside from pure bliss.
I wrap my arms around him and pull him close, flipping us over so he's on his back, his huge wings spread out on either side of him as I straddle his abdomen. He looks up at me lazily and the smile on his face is uncontrollable. "We're married." I grin wildly and he nods, biting his lower lip in order to shut himself up from every stupid love confession threatening to spill from him, so instead his hands come to the back of my neck and he pulls me down, his lips slotting atop mine. "We don't have time for this." I sigh against his mouth. "Then I can't wait to fuck you on the beach." He hums and my cheeks burn hot. I place my lips back over his to ignore replying to his awfully arousing comment.
"It's been five minutes." He mumbles against my mouth and I immediately reel back, narrowing my eyes at him. "Now who's the responsible one?" I tease, flipping off of him despite his whine for me to stay.
I waddle over to my armoire, walking foreign to me due to how impeccably sore I was between my legs.
I find a white summer dress and smile, slipping off my nightgown Azriel dressed me in last night, then putting the flowy dress on. Azriel was quick to appear behind me and tie the strings. I hum contentedly as he places both his hands on my shoulders when he finishes, leans down, and presses a kiss to my temple.
I grin, looking up at him with a cheeky expression before rising onto my toes and planting my lips on his.
"C'mon, get dressed," I press a hand to his bare chest as I swivel around and push him towards the wardrobe.
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The summer court was hot. Far too hot to be wearing more than one layer of clothing. So Azriel and I ended up on the coast of Adriatta, watching the ocean rise and fall as it washed over the sand. I smile as I walk along the shoreline, remembering how I used to collect seashells as a child, my mother used to take me here every summer before she got sick. I only have good memories of this place.
"Look at this one." I hold out a small tower shell towards my husband and he barely looks at it, his eyes seeming to much rather be on me, a small smile gracing his lips. He holds his palms out where he holds an array of other shells I've found over our walk along the sea. I place the shell into his hands and we continue to walk hand in hand.
I string him along and he follows mindlessly, shadows swishing wherever the shadow of my body was, attempting to stay close to but keep out of the sun. Eventually, we find an alcove made entirely of calcite rock. The archway is just big enough to fit Azriel and his wings, shadows roaming freely in the darkness. We continue walking, Azriel watching me as I look at the structure curiously, like it's been man-made but no one could forge a rock like this.
My breath hitched as I came across a spot still under the rock that arched into a clear ocean view, entirely secluded like this cove was for us and us alone. I smile happily and rush over to my husband who had the beach bag slung over his shoulder. I take it from him and plop it down onto the soft sand, taking a large, blanket-like towel out and laying it down on the ground. Azriel smiles down at me as I plop down onto it. He squats down and hands me my seashells, I take them gratefully.
I line the edge of the towel with the found shells while Azriel dishes his book from the bag before finding his spot beside me. He rests on his stomach, wings spread out, the membrane shining golden and red under the soft gleam of sunlight. I smile at the image until his right wing pokes me in the side. "Ouch," I murmur and his wing tucks back in, he looks at me apologetically. I looked at his left wing which was spread out entirely and decided he couldn't have been comfortable with just one wing stretched out.
I flip over and straddle his lower back, careful to avoid his wings. "Go ahead." I run my hand down the hard structure of his right wing and he takes the hint, spreading it onto my side of the blanket then allowing it to rest comfortably. "We should've brought two towels." I hum and he opens his book back up, seemingly content with me sitting atop him as if I weighed nothing.
I lean down, careful not to touch his wings, and settle myself in the space between them on his broad back. My chest rests against his back as I wrap my arms around his neck and my nose comes to the crook in his shoulder, peering over him to look down at his book.
I read a few pages along with him but soon found the book to be boring, Azriel was always into reading classics that had some sort of hidden meaning he had to find. I could barely get through a few chapters without falling asleep. So instead I rested my head on his shoulder blade and listened to the sounds of the waves crashing against the sand then receding into the water, all to repeat the process over again.
I trace shapes on my husband's tanned back, stars and smiley faces, a lot of hearts, but most importantly the letters that spelled out "I love you" he closed his book once I finished the three words and he turned his head only a fraction. "I love you too." He hums and I smile like a schoolgirl with a crush. I scoot up on his back and wrap my arms around him tighter. I pepper the side of his face in quick pecks and a grin spreads across his features.
He cranes his neck to the side and I manage to find his lips with mine, placing a loving kiss on them.
"Is this even comfortable for you?" I ask and he nods. "I used to do pushups with Cassian towering weights on me, this is nothing." He hums and I roll my eyes at his competitive side. āYouāre cute when you try to act so tough,ā I say with a hum, my hands taking free liberty in roaming his exposed chest. āThe entire continent is afraid of me.ā He states and I giggle. āSee? Adorable.ā I lean over his shoulder and kiss his cheek. He grumbles a curse and I continue roaming his muscles with my fingertips, eventually finding his defined v-line, like an arrow from his hips. I drag my nails up and down the exposed skin, his shorts going awfully low.
"If you keep that up I'll winnow us right back into bed." He warns and I press a soft kiss to his shoulder blade. "Why so far?" I hum, my fingers finding the waistband of his swim shorts. "Don't you want to fuck me on the beach Azzie?" I recall and he flipped over, knocking me off his back. I yelped and he snickers, watching as I shake the sand from my hair. āNot funny.ā I stand up, he leans back against his palms and just stares up at me.
āIf youāre not going to help cool me off Iām going for a swim,ā I glare at him but he stays quiet, just silently watching as I remove the lightweight wrap from around my torso and toss it at him. He doesnāt even try to catch it, just lets it hit him in the chest as he stares unabashedly at my body in the sunlight, glimmering like the sea behind me. He watches as I walk away and towards the shore, I can feel his stare from a mile away, on my waist, my chest, my ass. It didnāt matter, I was apparently uncharted territory, despite the fact that he had me under him last night.
āYou want to join me?ā I turn back to ask and all he can think of to do is nod. He stood and reached back, then took his shirt off over his wings and it was my turn to stare. His tanned skin rippled with muscle, the sun gleaming down onto his dark tattoos that Iād traced my hands along so many times I could draw them with my eyes closed.
āYou staring at me creep?ā He squints down at me due to the sun in his eyes. I smile childishly up at him. āNever!ā I gasp. āIām married Iāll have you know.ā I wiggle my left hand in his face to show off the sapphire gem on my wedding ring, perfectly matching the color of his siphons. āAnd my husband could beat you up,ā I cross my arms and march towards the water.
āCould he now?ā He asks, hands snaking around my waist as I nod. āHeās big and strong, and so tall,ā I say dreamily. āHe sounds pretty incredible.ā Azriel muses and I grin widely. āHe is, but you know whoās even better?ā I say and his brows crease possessively. āWho?ā His hands leave my waist and I whirl around to look up at him. āHis wife.ā I supply, my smile widening as I watch his confused expression turn to one of realization.
āIām inclined to agree.ā He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips, I canāt help but lean up into it.
āNow cāmon,ā I grab his hand and intertwine our fingers. āI think I saw a few water sprites earlier I wanna say hi!ā I pull him closer to the water. He chuckles and follows along.
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